too early to hang out with friends

He Tians needs.

-He likes it when Mo guan Shan wears clothes that are tight and fitting. Hes seen him in a suit and tie and its a turn on more than the apron is. But one downfall is when girls checkout his fox too…when they blush and point and snap a quick photo. When its a guy who has their eyes on his prize, the Wolf comes in making sure everyone knows the redhead is his,be it a kiss or a possessive embrace.

- He doesnt like it when Mo goes out with other friends..he lets him do it because it makes the other happy but when hes gone too long He tian thinks of the worse. Is he cheating?is he that unhappy he wants to go hang with other guys?.but his fox always comes home.sober or drunk the other climbs in bed every night.

- One day he felt ignored by mo…the red head leaves for work with out a good morning hug/kiss. He tian usually wakes early so that he can have breakfast with him..but hes alone all day.no text or calls.nothing..
he gets annoyed..he feels neglected.and he goes out to buy some beers and a meal..but then he sees Mo in a jewellery store…looking at wedding or engagement rings..he doesnt know which but his heart feels funny and the wolf turns and heads back home…“i love him”

- Some times he can sit and listen to Mo talk for hours. he just wants to hear his voice. Hear what angers him. hear what annoys him. but most of all. he loves the happy stories.because he sees him smile…and as a bonus he hears the others laugh..

- when he tian is sick….he doesnt know if its good or bad. Because behind closed doors. Mo guan shan cares deeply for him…fixing him a good meal. Making sure hes warm or cooling him down with a cold cloth if hes got a fever. the other doesnt really complain.mo does scoff at him but…in the end he always seems to ask every hour or so “are you okay?”

- I want a child.thats all the red head says…he wants a child….his mother wants a grandchild. This isnt something He tian is against..but for Mo to ask first..it makes him find more reasons to fall in love with the fox.

- will you marry me? When He tian hears this theyre at a look out,looking over the city below and all its lights.its just them there and its cold and after midnight. It isnt all too romantic but its just the way the other said it. “i want to be yours forever..and i wont forgive you if you throw me away"Mo is looking at the city and He tian is staring at him with wide eyes for what felt like forever until he feels a coldness touch his skin.snow was falling around them and the fox turns to him and smiles"say yes you idiot”

- Their first year anniversary was a mess. They miss their flight out. Then their car breaks down half an hour away from home. He tian has a head ache and he just wants to go home…hes done for the day..he walks off with out saying anything.
moments later he feels a gentle warm hand take his “despite whats going on….dont leave me…“He whispers and leans against him"it sucks being out in the cold….it sucks that we missed out flights…but when im with you…and we go through stuff like this..im…happy…because i feel like we can handle anything…and still say i love you in the end”

Juggy & Bets Theories :D

[SPOILERS]

There’s been some worry going around that there hasn’t been a lot of development when it comes to Betty and Jughead’s relationship in the story. People kind of feel that, even though they know from spoilers that something will happen, they don’t know if it’ll be justified. I think it will, but not in the way most people are thinking. See, Betty and Jughead aren’t just meeting each other for the first time at the beginning of the series. They already know each other very well, and are friends in the way most people would be if they were best friends with the same person for a similar amount of time. Jughead and Betty are friends out of default because they both are very close, very old friends of Archie’s. Because of that, their relationship is a little different than other friendships probably. Likely Betty and Jughead met each other as early as grade school, and learned to share Archie and get along with each other ever since. They ended up probably hanging out with each other when they were younger, more out of obligation to Archie. I imagine they spent some time being not just friends, but enemies too. They’ve likely seen each other at their worst, and their best and come to truly appreciate each other. They’ve seen each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and learned to compliment each other.

And I think the writers are slowly building up that existing closeness with the audience. There’s a few things that really tip us off about this relationship.

1. Nicknames - Betty and Jughead both have nicknames for each other. Betty has nicknamed Jughead “Juggy,” and Jughead has nicknamed Betty “Bets.” Both people are very reserved, and this is a closeness that they are comfortable sharing. It’s also a pair of nicknames used only between them.

2. Being able to hang out together alone without being awkward - This is a huge one. Being of the opposite gender and in high school, the fact that they can hang out at the newspaper or anywhere else for that matter, together alone likely for extended periods of time, means that they are incredibly comfortable being around each other.

3. They talk off screen - When Jughead showed up to talk to Betty at the paper, it wasn’t because he wandered in. Betty spoke to him off screen prior to that to tell him to meet her. And he showed up, even though he didn’t really understand why she wanted to meet. The fact that the initial interaction happened off-screen suggests that they talk a lot more than the series lets on.

4. Sharing inside jokes and knowing what the other wants and feels without talking about it - There are small moments between these two where they have real chemistry. Like when Betty asks if he and Archie want to join them in Pops, and Jughead has his first real moment of bold charisma and charm in the series. Or when Jughead asks Betty what kind of film she wants for closing night and she names “Rebel Without a Cause” and he looks over at her with the most loving, “you do know me” expression there is. In that same vein, when she sees Archie come through the doors moments later with Grundy, and Betty dismisses herself, Jughead knows exactly what she’s about to do, finding out within seconds that she knows the same thing about Archie that he knows. He instantly throws as much effort into trying to stop her as he can, because he doesn’t want to see her get hurt.

5. Jughead cares deeply about Betty - I know this is a huge leap, but hear me out. If you watched the thunder rolling through Jughead’s emotions this past episode, the disbelief when she went on a date with someone else, the way he tried to comfort her about Polly, the way he blushed when he stood in front of Betty in a suit, and the way he held on to her and went after her the more the world tore her down, you might understand where I’m coming from. Jughead strikes me as someone who doesn’t love easily, and when he does, it begins very subtly before it completely knocks him on his butt. But his physical affection towards her stretches leaps and bounds because he isn’t comfortable with hugging or holding anyone else. Not even in a bro-like way. The fact that he’s extended that affection so much in a single episode also suggests something else… He was waiting for her to get over Archie. He stood out of the way and let her work it out and heal until he was sure she was okay. And then despite everything that was going on in his own life, he stood in front of the storm and let her use him as an anchor when she needed him.

6. Betty trusts Jughead more than anyone else - Out of all the close friends that Betty has, the one person she chooses to spill her darkest, most gut-retching secrets about her sister to is Jughead. Her trust for him runs so deep that when he makes a suggestion that a member of her own family could be involved in Jason’s murder, she pins it up as a viable possibility without argument. She trusts him because he doesn’t throw his words around lightly. She trusts his instincts and his reasoning, and he respects her for her rationality and her intelligence… something they both share.

I’ve written a lot (I’m not sure all of it makes sense either), so I’ll just say… we’re getting there, and I think its going to be amazing. If anyone is interested, I did dive a little more into Jughead’s personality > here <. :)

The Fitting (Part 13)

(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.) 

Warnings:  9500+ words.  Oral. Intercourse.  A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.  


You didn’t want him.  At least not tonight.

 That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home.  You had refused him because you wanted to be alone.  Because you weren’t in the mood.  Jungkook closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to process what had just happened.  You had refused him before, when you were worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements to sleep with him later.  Tonight was different.  Tonight you refused him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t want him.

 It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about being seen.  He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things, that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were special.  He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid, boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special effects.  

He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.  And you really did seem to be having a good time.  

 Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for it.  Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant that the relationship was one step closer to being public.  One person close to you now knew your secret.  Jungkook anxiously awaited the day when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.

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More Headcanons

I headcanon Lance as bi. I also sort of self project the way I grew up and how my family is/was on him too…? Anyways, more langst

-Lance never thought it was weird that he was attracted to both genders until he was 11
-He first told his mom and she told him it was just a phase
-His older siblings laughed and teased him for it, calling him many slurs
-Slowly he grew to hate himself for being attracted to men and started to become more and more homophobic
- When he was 13, he met a boy in the summer who was gay
-He dated said boy in secret while denying who he was all the while
-His younger sister caught him with the boy and told their parents
-Lance never thought he’d ever see his mom so disgusted with him
-At the same time, he never thought his Dad who seemed the least accepting, would accept him and try to help him
-Lance started to realize as he got older that no men wanted to date him because he was bi
-So he thought it’d be easier to pass as hetro, though by now he was no longer homophobic but was trying to help out in LGBT community
-Lance’s older siblings started to become more understanding of the LGBT community and was no longer homophobic
-His mom understood but didn’t except that he was bi. Instead she’d talk about how it was a phase in his life
-He knew deep down that she’s never accept him
-Growing up, Lance was a middle child
-He never really got new clothes, being able to have hand-me-downs from his older siblings
-But his younger siblings got new clothes as by the time he was down with his, they were outdated
-He tries not to think too much about the times he’d get locked out after walking around late
-It wasn’t their fault, they just didn’t notice he was gone
-When his anxiety was starting to get bad, he had to hide it because his family rejected the idea that anyone could have a mental illness in their family
-He learned how to cry silently early in his life, so it was no surprise that no one knew when he was having an anxiety attack
-His self esteem issues started pretty early in his life
-His older siblings, one was a genius and the other was a troublemaker
-Whatever he did was average in his eyes and only his friends congratulated him
-It would never feel as good as it would’ve been coming from his parents
-When he’d get into trouble or hang around a “dangerous” crowd, his parents didn’t seem to care too much
-His “dangerous” crowd was pretty much just his group of friends which consisted of an addict, an alcoholic, a pot head, a kid who came from a rough home and two high school drop outs who dealt with mental illness, and the other poverty
-Some of his friends knew gang members but it wasn’t an issue because they’d never bring them around
-When Lance got an 89% on an exam, they threw him a little party on the beach by a campfire
-They’d all celebrate each other’s success and Lance started to call them family
-Lance’s siblings always forgot he was with them when they’d tell a story, or they’d replace him with a different sibling
-His own mom and dad started to do that as well
-He started to feel like he was replaceable and forgettable
-He started to fall into depression around the time he was 12, though he never realized it was depression until he was 15
-He started self harming when he 11, a little bit after he came out
-At first it was anger, he felt like he deserved to be treated like crap
-It soon turned ugly as he started to notice more and more things he wasn’t good at and traits that were displeasing
-When he was 15-16, his friends noticed the scars he carefully kept hidden and they tried so hard to help him
-Lance learned that he didn’t want their help as it felt more like pity which only fed into his self-loathing
-When Lance was 16, his friend who was an alcoholic died by drowning in his own puke
-Lance didn’t take it well and couldn’t handle it, so he repressed those memories
-He never remembered until he was in his 20’s and woke up sobbing and shaking(it wasn’t pretty, it was horrible and he could shake the imagines out of his mind for weeks)
-When Lance got accepted to the garrison, his friends threw him a party
-At the same time, he never told his family until two days before he was leaving
-They thought it was just a boarding school and didn’t realize how much he worked for it until after he left and they looked into it
-Lance tried to hold back tears after the first month he was at the garrison and he still hadn’t gotten a call from his parents or siblings
-He didn’t hold himself as he thought of his friends and the fire they had
-He didn’t think of how his parents practically jumped around when his older brother got accepted into university
-He didn’t compare himself to everyone he knew and only focus on his bad points
-He didn’t have an anxiety attack that night
-When Lance met Hunk, he felt relived because finally in his life, he met someone who didn’t know his family
-Because finally he had a friend who saw him and didn’t know of or about his family
-And when he met Pidge, he was ecstatic to meet someone who was so smart and chill
-It didn’t hurt him at all when they kept avoiding him though
-It didn’t remind him of being overshadowed when his teachers started to compare him and tell him he was there only by luck
-It didn’t hurt when he was taken as a joke by his self proclaimed rival because it reminded him of his siblings
-No, it didn’t hurt at all when he realized he really didn’t belong with the other paladins
-And it certainly didn’t hurt when his hero got mad at him for making a valid point
-Of course that didn’t make him start to doubt himself more than he already did
-No, Lance never thought of how much he hated himself or how he wasn’t good enough
-Not even about how he missed his family, when he was stuck out in space
-Or his friends, who’d usually try to cheer him up by taking him out to eat or play games all night
-Definitely not about how he wished he was a better person, never really seeing what an amazing person he was but the only what he saw of himself
-No, Lance was fine
-Right?

things I associate with the types
  • ESTP: the earth beneath your fingernails after a long day, waking up feeling full of light and ready to get up, summer evenings, the press of a friend’s hand into yours, tan lines that pop on your skin, the chill of rainwater as it slides through your hair, feet sticking out of car windows, running around backyards as the sunlight fades
  • ESTJ: the jarring echo of a microphone when bumped, mowed grass, a newly immaculate room with everything accessible, the fresh smell of rental cars, neat calendars pinned above desks, new school supplies stacked up in your room, monopoly games, sliding into a perfectly made bed at the end of a long day, unpacking in a hotel room, taking yourself out for dinner
  • ESFP: throwing your arm around a friend, gaudy beaded bracelets put together by your little cousin, the quick pant of an excited dog, the smell of campfires, paint stuck in the crevices of your hand, taking neat notes for the kid who’s absent, an instagram full of pictures of you and your friends, screaming the lyrics to songs as you ride down the highway
  • ESFJ: staying after school to help a teacher clean up, biting your tongue to try to stop laughing during class, a sticky kiss from a child, kindergarten art rooms, listening patiently to stories you’ve heard before, staggering around in your mom’s high heels as a kid, walking around town with ice cream and friends, squeezing lemon juice into your hair
  • ENTP: having to do a group project by yourself, walking back and forth to calm your excitement, desks cluttered with papers, the sound of quick typing, the rush of relief after walking out of uncomfortable situations, lying to get a reaction out of someone, the sting of tears brought on by anger, the perfect comeback, mascara smeared down your face
  • ENTJ: protest signs, pinning magazine cut outs to your wall, walking to the front of a room to give a presentation, the click of high heels, tilting your chair back and crossing your arms to show your disapproval, the smell of paint, friendly debates with loud words and wide gestures, losing track of time and blinking tiredly at the clock, perfectly tailored suits left wrinkled on bedroom floors
  • ENFP: bulletin boards with inspiring quotes, humming along off-key beneath your breath, bare feet on hot sand, pinterest projects, curling ribbon with scissors, sewing your own clothes, improvised road trips, bubblegum pink lipstick, convincing a friend to buy themself that new outfit, silly nicknames, candy wrappers littered on the floor, compliments from strangers in public restrooms, good morning texts
  • ENFJ: cute notes left in people’s lockers, talking a friend through their self confidence issues, cleaning your room at two in the morning, dark thoughts that only slip into your mind late at night, the press of a kiss to your forehead, picking out your clothes the night before, convincing a friend to come dance with you, the hand on your shoulder
  • ISTP: taking apart pens and examining the individual parts, spilling out emotions that you’ve kept tightly wound inside, the smell of rubber tires on pavement, writing down your thoughts to better understand them, clenched fists, research papers laid out across a table, jumping off a rock wall and letting the cord catch you, polaroid cameras
  • ISTJ: setting yourself deadlines, slipping candy to a worried friend, puns, stretching after a long day, downing too much coffee so you can stay up to work, drawing tablets, buying Christmas gifts a month in advance, the smell of grass after a rain, sitting in comfortable silence with a good friend, before and after pictures, old family trinkets
  • ISFP: petitions passed around classrooms, a friend’s artwork hanging on your wall, the weight of a child on your hip, getting up early to see the sunrise, interior design, vinyl albums, sitting on rooftops with friends, detailed journals from years back stacked in your closet, the warmth of a cat curled up on your lap, sleepy kisses goodnight, the walk up on stage to collect an award
  • ISFJ: buying friends gifts for no occasion, old photo albums lining bookshelves, waking up knowing that today is not yesterday, holding a bun up with just a pencil, splattered paint on brick walls, doing homework on the way to school, bitten lips rather than angry words, tentative hugs, the smell of vanilla, hair falling in front of your face when you duck your head
  • INTP: dead languages, long winded speeches that change topics multiple times, sweater vests, chalk boards covered with writing, lost glasses that are on top of your head, botanical gardens, finals week, bouncing up and down on the balls on your feet as you rant, unbrushed hair, library fines, the glow of a laptop late at night
  • INTJ: packing for college, perfectly winged eyeliner, beakers overflowing with bubbles, schedule overloads, chess games that last until late into the night, the feeling of silk on bare skin, locking your door while working, texting while walking, leaning forwards into discussions with your elbows on the table, rapid-fire conversations, makeup lined up along the sink
  • INFP: community gardens, braiding flowers into a friend’s hair, giggles, playing guitar to an empty room, yellow daisies, sudden anger, reading by candlelight, unexpected hugs, empty forest paths, make believe, whispers that you know no one can hear, understanding nods during rants, lifting someone up and spinning them around, the smell of new paper, forgotten tea that’s turned cool
  • INFJ: hanging lightbulbs, thick books where the spine curls inwards, shoulders shaking forwards when you won’t let yourself cry, absent kisses laid on top of heads, lying beside a friend in bed and talking to the ceiling, dessert left at a friend’s door, watching the people below from city windows, little notes from friends kept for years, the key to your childhood diary

Can we talk about Angus for a second?

Out of all the group in NITW, he has it the most together. Mae is stubborn, refuses to grow up and clearly suffers from some sort of mental illness or something that causes her to disassociate badly. Bea is horribly depressed and can’t get out of her own way to take care of herself cause she cares too much about her father after losing her mother (at least I assume). Gregg has crazy mood swings and serious self-doubt.

Then there’s Angus. Outside of leaving work early sometimes to go hang out with his friends, he’s not out committing crimes, he seems to be relatively stable mentally and emotionally, is sort of the voice of reason and as Bea put it, the “glue that holds them together”. From what I can tell he’s also Gregg’s impulse control hah.

Yet of all of them, he has the absolute worst history, being terribly abused by his parents. He went through all of that abuse and turned out to be an okay person who has it relatively together. He could have been a miserable person. He could have suffered horrible depression like Bea or even ended up abusive to Gregg cause of his past, but nope.

Maybe I’m missing some details, but from what I see, Angus is an inspirational character.

10 Things They Don’t Tell You about Finding Your First Teaching Position

Congratulations on graduating you teacher/educator! Wrapping up your student teaching and walking across that stage is a validation of four long years of work. Now all that’s left is to find your first teaching job.

1.) You will not have a job in May. Breathe.

Especially if you’re not math, science, or SPED expect not to have a job in May. This can be an incredibly scary and daunting position to be headed towards, but it is also completely normal. Schools do not even start thinking about the next school year until late June/early July. This isn’t to say you shouldn’t even start your search until then, but don’t panic until August 1st. Perhaps you’re a self-driven “go-getter” who just knows in your heart you’re going to be one of the few with a job. That’s great, be determined, but know that the system you’re headed towards does not really reward go-getters, and often you’ll feel like you’re constantly speeding up to a red light. The people who are graduating with a job are either: student teaching at a school that has an opening, their CT is head of the department, or they return to the high school they themselves attended. There is nothing wrong with using connections, but if you’re not in the one of the above three categories, it is a tough process to get your foot in the door. Thousands of teachers just like you go through this process every year. Breathe, and you will be fine.

2.) There will be peaks and valleys

There will be days that you are nailing it; there will be days where you are wallowing in self-pity on the carpet blubbering about how you’re un-hirable (and maybe un-lovable) and should crawl under a rock and die. As with any job search, the journey is a long one and is filled with peaks and valleys. This is something that your education prep courses notoriously under-prepared you for. To start with, they do not give you a real scope of just how much time the search itself is going to take you and the courses, (no matter how many resume building classes you attend) can’t prepare you for how personal it feels when you never get a call back, or a reply email. The valleys are so long and so deep and the peaks are so short that you may accidentally trip over one on the way to another valley. You present the best version of yourself for so long and seem to still face rejection at every corner. There will be days where you get that email or a principal will leave a voicemail and you will feel as if you have vanquished a monster every time. Those are glorious times in the kingdom. Know this: it is not personal, there is nothing wrong with you, keep up the good fight.

3.) Take Sundays for you

Obviously being determined is important and you want to start early and have your application materials (resume, letters of rec…etc) as soon as you can get them together. However, nothing ever gets accomplished on a Sunday. It’s rare for any principals to be in their office, district offices certainly aren’t open, and everything shuts down on a Sunday. In the mad, stressful search that is finding your first teaching position, take Sundays for you. Go to the movies, hang out with friends, go swimming. Whatever the case may be you will never get anything accomplished on a Sunday, so you might as well take the day to unwind and enjoy what little of a summer you have. A lot of your search is going to be about balance and not stressing yourself out into a panic. Taking one day a week is a very manageable way to organize your time and make sure you’re not going to get burned out too early.

4.) Everyone’s a critic

Teaching is a unique profession in the sense that everyone around you, teachers or not, will think they know how to do it and will give you advice on your job search. Random people will ask “well, did you call any principals yet?” and you’re supposed to act shocked at this revelation that is going to single-handedly turn your career around. Your friends and family will mean well, which it makes it very difficult to get upset with them when they turn to you in May wondering why you haven’t found work. You have done your research; you know when districts start hiring or when they have career fairs…etc, just hold your head up high. It’s difficult when you feel you’re doing every little thing you can to find a job and your family and friends are breathing down your neck and offering patronizing advice like “make sure you have extra copies of your resume.” Extra copies? WHAT? Slow down, let me get a pen, I want to get all of this written down! The best advice is to smile and nod and don’t let their ignorance of our profession get under your skin.

 5.) Learn to love the hoops

Contrary to what movies (and your family) will tell you, teaching is not a one “30-minute-interview-handshake” sort of thing anymore (see #2). A very plausible scenario: you to attend a career fair and give a 5-minute meet and greet, to which they will schedule another follow-up interview (usually lasting about 30-40 minutes) after that interview you would make it to the second round, which is a 20 minute teaching demonstration lesson, followed by an hour-long debrief on your lesson’s strengths and weaknesses. Finally they’d narrow it down to two candidates, and you would have to interview an additional time for the position, then wait a week and a half while the principal/admin team makes their decision for which you have a 50/50 shot at. That is roughly 4-5 hoops to jump through. Urban districts, rural districts, and every district in between have a lengthy screening process that, (unless you’re in one of the three categories mentioned in #1) will take some time to complete. There is no way around this process, and the only way to win the game is to play it. You will have to love the process, because if you don’t life will become a meaningless abyss and you’ll end up like one of those teaching majors who take some desk job somewhere and convince themselves they’re happier not being in a classroom. Stick with it! It is what everyone else is doing and you will make it out alive.

6.) There aren’t always right answers

So congrats, you landed the interview! That is a feat in and of itself because principals and assistant principals have to sort through so many different resumes and qualified applications that making the cut that first time is a success. When looking for your first teaching job out of college, it is hard to get out of that “right/wrong, black/white, yes/no” mentality. In your education classes there were right or wrong answers. However, in interviews with principals (especially the earlier ones) they are just looking for how you think or how you shape your ideas/philosophy over time. Answer the questions as succinctly and honestly as you can. Sometimes they may ask a question you know nothing about, such as a specific theory or score-reporting software. In these cases, just admit you’re unfamiliar with whatever concept they are asking you about, but are willing to do some independent research. Hundreds of applicants will be b.s.-ing answers all day to their faces, and most principals will thank you for your honesty. Get out of that “right/wrong” dichotomy because it’s going to put a lot more stress on you when speaking with the principal. There is, of course, the possibility that whomever is interviewing you will hate all your answers, and that’s fine (see #7) that just means it’s somewhere you don’t want to be, or wouldn’t “gel” well with the rest of the staff.

7.) Go to every interview

This sounds like common sense, and the angry skeptic might read this point as “oh yeah, let me turn down all the NOTHING I’m getting offered.” Hold tight. After working your way through May and June and maybe even early July you will finally start to get some traction. Schools will start calling you back slowly, but surely. Think of it as the first snowflake of an avalanche, or the first drop in a rainstorm, or whatever various “more will come” metaphor you’d prefer. You start to hack your way through the jungle of hoops and a few schools tell you you’re being “highly considered” or “you’re the favorite candidate for this position.” That is great news! However, be wary of ever assuming you’ve got a job in the bag. There may be a point where you’re so sure one school wants to hire you, and then you’ll get another call. Go to that interview. Until your signature is ink on paper, keep jumping through the hoops. Sometimes the best school will contact you later in the year and might be the best thing for you. The universe is a random and chaotic thing, so keep as many options open as possible and be careful about shutting doors too quickly.  

8.) Don’t kid yourself on where you want to be

In line with #6, be honest about what kind of environment, and what kind of student body you want to teach. Some of your peers will opt for the more rural areas where you have to drive 30 minutes to get to a Wal-Mart; the class sizes are smaller and the kids have a lot of parental involvement. However, some of your peers will opt for more urban areas, some of your peers will opt for a suburb area or a private school; they all have pros and cons. At any rate, make sure you know what kind of area you want to be in, and make those a top priority in your search for a job. Spending a year in an environment you hate will drive you nuts and, frankly, it will rub off on your students and will be a bad situation all around. When you feel like you’re drowning, you might be quick to accept “any port in a storm,” and this is entirely natural. However, fight this urge. Your students will sense it, your administration will sense it, and that’s bad news. You may be waiting a bit longer, and other jobs might pass you up in the meantime, but it is better to wait for a position you could really see yourself in rather than taking the first offer that comes along.

 9.) Your resume will never matter as much as your personality

Over the years you may have added many fellow education majors to Facebook (through classes, for projects, whatever.) You will have seen these peers teach in classes, and through four years you’ll have a rough idea of how these men and women are in a classroom. These peers will forget to turn on projectors, refuse to accept any criticisms of their lesson plans, or speak so softly they couldn’t command an army of ants let alone a classroom. Every other day you will see someone post a status announcing their new position of gainful employment. Some of these people you will remark “oh, good for them!” and for others your jaw will drop in disbelief that some district out there in the world gave that person a job. It’s rude, it’s petty, but you will think it. Bottom line: be prepared to see bad teachers get jobs before you. That’s because they met with a principal who, more than likely, just felt like that applicant would be a “good fit” for their building. Often they are correct. Your resume is incredibly important to getting your foot in the door, but at the end of the day that personality has to shine through because that is what’s going to clinch you the job.

10.) We are all on the same ship

There are some who believe that finding your first teaching job is a zero-sum game. (Your loss is their win.) These people will commonly say things like “I’m not sharing any of my resources!” or “Why would I tell people about openings I know about? Then someone else could get them!” Do not, under any circumstances, choose to be one of those people. Teaching is a profession built on collaboration and the people who respond to the stress of searching for a job by lashing out and treating everyone like the enemy make this process practically unbearable. Sometimes a friend will get a call from an urban school, and she’ll pass your name along to them instead because she’d prefer something more rural. Sometimes it is just that easy. We, as educators, have enough to deal with trying to find that first job without worrying about our peers stabbing us in the back.  We are all passengers on the same ship just trying to get into classrooms to inspire and foster students. Rest assured you will get into a classroom, and all the effort will be worth it. Once you finally secure that job, do you really want to turn around and see that no one’s behind you because you were more interested in stepping on necks than helping people out?

One day your grandkids will ask “what was the best day of your life?” and having kids and grandkids and winning the lottery and solving the world’s problems will pale in comparison to the day a principal calls you to offer you the position. That moment is coming; be prepared and try to relax.

Four skaters from Japan, Rika Hongo, Keiji Tanaka, Satoko Miyahara and Yuzuru Hanyu talked to us about their skating career before the ISU Four Continents Championships 2017.

Q = Interviewer Wei Xiong for ISU
RH = Rika Hongo
KT = Keiji Tanaka
SM= Satoko Miyahara
YH= Yuzuru Hanyu

Q: How did you get into figure skating?

RH: My mother is a figure skating coach. I followed her to work when I was three years old, and I played around the rink. When I was five, I told her that I want to learn figure skating, and that’s how I started.

KT: There was a skating rink near my home, so at the beginning I went there just for fun. It was during my first grade in elementary school. Then I enjoyed it so much that gradually I started to take regular skating classes, and before I realized, I was already a member of the skating club.

SM: I started skating when I was four. I lived in the U.S. for two years and a half when my parents were studying there. There was a skating rink inside a shopping mall, when I went there, I tried to skate for the first time and I really enjoyed it, so I started to skate.

YH: It was my elder sister who started to skate first. At that time I wasn’t particularly into figure skating, but I was just following my sister and skating with her.

Q: When did you decide to dedicate yourself to this sport and be an athlete?

RH: I was inspired by Shizuka Arakawa’s victory at the 2006 Olympics, since then I started to dream about competing at the Olympics, and I started to train hard to be a skater.

After she won the Olympics, there was a parade in her hometown Sendai, and you were the kid who accompanied her in the parade car. Do you still remember that day?

Yes, I remember I was sitting next to her, and I saw the shining gold medal at a close distance. I thought that was so cool and I was inspired.

KT: After I joined the skating club, I think being an athlete just became something very natural to me, and I never thought about quitting because training was tough.

SM: I kept skating and naturally began real training after I came back to Japan. When I was in third grade in elementary school, I competed at my first international competition. Ever since then I realized I would become an athlete.

YH: For me, an athlete equals to an Olympian, an Olympic gold medalist. When I was around five-years-old, I already seriously thought about winning the gold medal at the Olympics. But what made me want the Olympic title strongly was the battle between Yagudin and Plushenko at 2002 Salt Lake City Olympics.

Q: Did you already have the confidence that you were going to be a top skater in the world?

Tanaka: I still don’t think I am competitive on the international stage, but one thing that inspired me was when Yuzuru won the World Junior Championships. He is the same age as me, and the best among us. When he won the junior title, I thought it was really awesome, and I wanted to catch up with him. So I made up my mind and set my goal to be a competitive skater in the world. One year after, I won the silver medal at junior Worlds.

SM: I didn’t think about being a top skater at that time, but I strongly wanted to go to the Olympics.

YH: Yes! I remember I got the second place at my first ever competition since I started to skate, but soon I won my next competition. I was presented a trophy in that competition, and I lifted the trophy over my head, just trying to imitate what Plushenko and Yagudin always did. It was a small trophy like this size (he pointed to his beverage bottle), and I did it like this (he held up the bottle over his head). It was a small, domestic competition, I think I was five years old, or maybe first grade in elementary school.

Q: Being an athlete is tough, but is there anything even tougher that you hadn’t expected or imagined?

RH: All your time is occupied by skating, I train every day, and it is so difficult to find some time just to hang out with your friends. Also, I need to get up early in the morning, that’s also tough.

YH: The risk of injury is high, and there is no guarantee that the harder you train the better you become, so I think that’s really the difficult part. Also, I think this is unique in Japan, but figure skating is so popular here that I cannot go out easily, and there are paparazzi around, so this is something difficult to deal with too.

(Does training in Canada make things easier?)

Yes, I can get more of my own time in Canada.

Q: What’s your favorite element in figure skating and what gives you headache?

RH: I like the jumps the most. Among all types of jumps, I like toe the most, but I am not good at loop.

KT: I like doing footwork, especially when it fits the music, it feels really enjoyable. As for what I am not good at, compared to those best skaters in the world, I have a lot of work to do on my spins.

SM: I like all elements. But I am not good at twizzles, and I wish I could spin faster on flying camel spins.

Q: Could you share with us the stories or inspirations of your programs this season?

RH: My free skate this season is choreographed by Akiko Suzuki. I want to enhance my presentation, and I think I can learn a lot from her. Before she retired, we were skating in the same rink, and I was always amazed and inspired by her. It feels great that I can continue to learn from her now in this way.

KT: It is a new genre of music (“Federico Fellini Medley”) that I’ve never tried before, so it was really difficult at the beginning of the season, I just couldn’t catch the feeling of the program, and couldn’t show the right facial expression. When I made a mistake on the first few jumping passes, it felt very hard to concentrate on presentation, and hence couldn’t put the program together. But at the NHK Trophy, I did well with the first few jumps, so I carried the momentum to the rest of the program, kept the energy and paid attention to facial expressions. I finally felt I was able to perform this program well.

SM: Tom Dickson recommended the “Star Wars” music to me in the middle of last season, and we started to do the choreography right after the season ended. The music is something different from what I’ve skated to before, but I think it is so cool and I like it.

You are always shy off the ice, is it difficult to skate to something so “cool”?

Yes, I really need to pay a lot of attention to the movements and scale when I skate, and give much more strength than before.

YH: The music of my free skate was composed by a Japanese composer, if I go deep into the story behind the music, it was actually the opening song of 1998 Nagano Paralympics. My mom watched the Nagano Olympics and Paralympics, and then she wanted my elder sister to skate, so she took her to skating class. If you think about it, those Olympics were the starting point of my skating life, so I want to use this piece of music. Also, as I mentioned, it was composed by a Japanese composer, so I think I can continue to present something I’ve learned from “SEIMEI”.

The Olympics really is something special for you, isn’t it?

Yes. On one hand, when it comes to competing at a competition, like in Sochi, I treated it as a normal competition; but on the other hand, I am planning and preparing for the next Olympics, so I guess I have a special feeling for it. Of course, I want to win the gold medal again in Pyeongchang.

Your long program is called “Hope and Legacy”, and you talked about how skaters’ performances can remain as a legacy. Which performance of yours do you think is your legacy?

YH: It was my first novice national championships, which I won. I was very happy at that time, not only happy for the win, but also for my score. It was still under the 6.0 system, I watched competitions on TV a lot, so I knew only those very top skaters in the world could get over 5.5 points, but I got 5.2 for my presentation. I was so happy at that time, and my performance at that competition became my motivation of skating, and it still motivates me now.

Q: What’s your equity in Team Japan? For example, are you the one that laughs the most, or talks the most, or are you the one who likes to give advice and take care of rookies, or are you the one that doesn’t talk at all, etc.

RH: There are younger skaters coming up this season, but this is only my third year on the senior circuit and there are more experienced skaters than me, like Asada or Murakami, so I am the one who still tries to learn from the elders during competitions.

KT: I am the shy one and not good at talking. On the contrary, Yuzuru is very outgoing and really talks a lot, sometimes I cannot follow him.

YH: We are all teammates, but at the same time competitors. For example, I am at the same age with Ryuju Hino and Keiji Tanaka who also competed at NHK Trophy, we know each other since we were kids, we are really good friends off the ice, but on the ice, we are competitors.

Q: Yuzuru, Keiji just said you always talk so much that he sometimes cannot follow.

YH: I admit. I really talk a lot, but I am thankful that he is always willing to listen. Just like I said, we knew each other from long ago, so I feel like he can understand me.

Q: How about in the skating club? For Rika and Satoko, there are many younger girls in your rink, do you give them advice?

RH: I talk to them a lot, but we seldom talk about skating.

SM: I often practice with them, and I get stimulation from them, I enjoy skating with them. I don’t always do that, but sometimes I do give them advice. I also have things to learn from them, so I think it is a very good training environment.

Q: What do you like to do off the ice?

RH: I like sleeping and eating. I especially like ice cream, so whenever there is a limited edition or new flavor of ice cream, I will go get it and enjoy.

KT: I like watching movies. Recently I watch a lot of Japanese movies.

SM: I like reading books and sleeping, and I like cooking. I like something sweet, and I like Japanese food. I cook for my family when I have time.

Q: Yuzuru, you are taking university courses via e-school, right?

YH: Yes, but I am too busy training to keep up with my studies. Nevertheless my classes are very interesting. I am majoring in Human Science, it is very broad, and I study a lot about human, about computer science, etc. Recently I am really into Human Bioethics. I’ve thought a lot about “life” in my life so far, and I am also thinking about “life” when I perform “Hope and Legacy”, so studying Human Bioethics helps my skating. Given that I don’t really have much time, I try to take less courses, but study in depth and make every minute out of it count.

Q: One thing I have to ask Keiji, your name “Keiji” (which means “police” in Japanese) is so special. Who gave you the name?

KT: It was my father. He gave me this name because it is very unique, you can’t really find another person with the same name, and he wants me to be a person with strong sense of justice. He didn’t expect me to be a policeman, but I think this is really a good name, and I am glad that people can remember me by this name.

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Guilty - Part 1

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I | Alternate Ending II | Alternate Ending III

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,548 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.


You sat at the bar, twirling your straw around in your drink. Your friends would be meeting you soon but you’d arrived early. Perhaps, maybe, too early. You were already halfway through your second cocktail, drinking through your frustrations.

The bar was just starting to get more crowded since it was getting closer to the prime bar hours. You were sitting by yourself, the seats next to you currently unoccupied. Your phone suddenly vibrated, signaling that your friend Mina texted you back, We’re stuck in traffic. BUT we’re almost there!

You smiled. Of course everyone was late when you’d arrived early. You weren’t complaining though, as you were enjoying your cocktail. You took another sip as you stared into your phone. It was so frustrating.

“Why do you look so miserable?” called a familiar voice from behind you. It was Baekhyun. He was the first of your friends to arrive. He sat in the seat next to you, with a cocktail of his own.

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Title: The Shape of You

Rating: M

Ships: Klance

Event: @voltronbigbang

Artists: @thislovelymaelstrom​​ @lil-miss-epic​​ @noririna​​

Betas: @momoftheyear2k16​​ @merc-era​​

Summary:

The AU where Lance was actually Keith’s gay awakening and he doesn’t realize until he sees Lance in that skin tight underarmor and proceeds, without delay, to walk into a wall.

Starring Pining Keith, Oblivious Lance, Best Wingman Hunk, and Big Brother Shiro.

Note:

This fic has been such an insane labor of love. Based on one of the first ideas I had when joining the fandom and I am so happy it is finally here and posted!! I want to thank all my amazing artists and betas that helped bring this fic to life. I don’t think I’ve ever been as emotionally attacked to a chapter as I am to this one. And I really hope you guys like it!

Excerpt:

Keith had not been born knowing he was gay. He had not exuded any of the early signs. Never play flirted with other boys. Never had any too close boy “friends.” Never imagined himself getting married to a boy. Either through stunted emotional growth he’d been told came from being shuffled from one foster home to the next (some better than others) or simply because he had never really… ya know, liked people, Keith had never thought about dating or sex or sexuality. He’d only ever gone with it. In the same way he never really tried to make friends or hang out, Keith never asked people on dates. If a girl or a boy wanted to go out with him, he said yes because it was easier than saying no. It helped that there was never a second date.

And as for sexual attraction, he’d felt it. Known in that abstract sort of way that sex sounded nice and he’d liked to have it one day. Yet when he masturbated (because he was a teenager and he was not as uptight as Lance seemed to think) he never really saw someone. Just feelings and hands and ideas of what one did in that sort of situation.

So the first time he was truly and dearly attracted to someone it had been more than left field. It had crash landed from outer space and left a crater of confusion and maybe this metaphor was falling apart but it made sense. Sorta.

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findingmyselfthroughletters  asked:

High school tips?

Ngl I kind of gave up on high school half way through. The only reason I was still considered an “honor student” by graduation was privilege, parental pressures, and my ability to understand material somewhat easily without much studying. This is some of the advice I followed…as well as some advice I probably should have followed:
• if you’re in America take APs and IBs if you can. I’m gonna be a standing junior next year (my 2nd year) bc of all the credits I covered in hs. This saves a shit ton of money. Also smaller classes and more focused instruction is usually better than large lecture alternatives you find in college
• try to surround yourself with people who encourage you to study and do well in school. Note: I don’t necessarily believe that means hanging out with the smartest of the smartest bc honestly that discourages me since I get way too focused on comparing myself to people who do better than me (but maybe that’s just me). All I’m saying is, studying is a lot more enjoyable when you have friends who care about their education as much as you do to do it with.
• join clubs/sports teams/societies and volunteer as soon as you can. It gets you in the habit of participating when you start early, plus volunteer experience helps you a lot when in the future you wanna try to land leadership positions in said clubs and societies. Participation>leadership>resumé building>better chance of getting jobs, scholarships, and college acceptances
• Take advantage of your elective classes. Don’t just take something that you think is an easy A. Take classes you think will make you more well rounded or that relate to a major you may be interested in. By all means get outside of your comfort zone by taking that drama class even though you’re pretty sure you’re not gonna major in drama but don’t take that cooking class if you already know how to cook and know you don’t wanna become a chef ya know?
• Planners are your best friend. Maybe. Honestly it depends on the person but I find planners keep me organized and less stressed bc I know what I need to do and I can better divide my work into manageable portions when it’s laid out in front of me
• take pride in your notes and you’ll be a lot more invested in your studies. Think studyblr but you don’t necessarily have to reach that level. I honestly don’t think you need to do that much to organize your notes but find your own balance.
• Don’t feel pressured to do anything you’re not ready for or are not interested in. If someone makes you feel bad for being a virgin or being single or not wanting to party or do drugs etc, then they are a shitty person and don’t deserve your time. From my experience tho, generally no one cares but that may have just been who I surrounded myself with.
• your mental and physical health should come before your grades. Its okay to sacrifice a few A assignments (or whatever you consider good) in order to take care of your health.

Hope this helped? Lol ironically I’m answering this on my phone during a lecture I’m only half paying attention to. Pay attention in class my friends. Do as I say not as I do.

The Friend Zone: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Request: Alex x reader where he thinks the reader and John like each other cause they’re just very cuddly, close best friends and he’s upset bc he likes the reader but John helps him and the reader get together?

Requester: anon

Word Count: 1884

A/N: ok so I took this in a tiny different direction because I love angst. also, I’d probably be willing to do a second part of this if it were requested :)


You had been best friends with John Laurens since you were five. He tried to kick you off of the pretend pirate ship on the playground, but you were too stubborn to let him win. It was an all out war during recess for a week. In the end, the two of you met in the middle with your kindergarten armies behind you and decided to call a truce.

Your high school years were spent on the balacony of John’s house with the doors closed so that no one would bother the two of you. You’d sit and just enjoy the South Carolina breeze for hours while John tried to write a song with a guitar in his hand. Some times you would bring out your computer to write or work on homework, but usually you just talked and laughed with him.

The inside jokes you had were countless. You never really had other friends because the people you tried to hang out with never ended up being as much fun as John. When you left for college, however, everything changed.

You were accepted to the University of Chicago, early decision, with a huge scholarship. John applied, was deferred, and then eventually didn’t make the cut. The two of you were devestated. He decided to attend New York University, which was way too many miles away from you.

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JB Imagine - College AU (Part 2)

A/N - Here’s part two! Apologies for the later upload, just had no time to write these past two days but I hope you enjoy regardless~ Let me know what you think of the series so far too. Also, for any of you reading this that live in the London area of the UK, I hope you’re okay and that neither you nor friends & family were injured in the attack. My heart goes out to you all - stay safe!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Hours later and here you were getting ready to go out with Jackson, JB and their friends. You hadn’t expected to be doing any of the social stuff so early on in university. But it’d be fun to hang out with Jackson again and meet some of his friends. In fact, you were rather excited to see JB again. The two of you had barely talked yet you were so extremely intrigued by him. He just radiated mystery and exuded such a cool but interesting personality. His apparent flirting also had you interested in him. Tonight would help you figure things out with him and might even earn you a few new friends. It’d be nice to get closer to Jackson again and maybe even crash his friendship circle. Although you weren’t overly excited with the idea of Jackson getting completely wasted. Knowing him, the night would probably end in him throwing it all up somewhere in a gutter while he staggered home. Lovely.

Your phone buzzed as Jackson rang and you picked it up, greeting him cheerfully.
“Hello, miss (Y/N). Ready for me to come pick you up?”
“Yep, all ready, Jackson. You know where my flat is, right?”
“Pretty sure I do. Near the Maths building?”
“That’s the one. I’ll wait for you just outside the block so you don’t have to try and navigate the building.”
“Okay, great. We should be there in about 10 minutes so I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“See you in a bit, Jackson.” Hanging up the phone, you grabbed some heels to go with your outfit. You hadn’t wanted to dress up too much just in case it was more of a casual outing but you still wanted to look good. Finding a purse to match your clothes, you shouted a goodbye to your flatmates and walked down the stairs towards the front of the building. A car pulled up and Jackson rolled the window down to say hi.
“Look at you! Showing us all up here, (Y/N).”
“Well someone’s got to look good so I took it upon myself to be that someone.”
“I can tell. Now get in and meet everyone.”

Climbing into the car, you were saw Jackson sitting in the passenger seat next to JB, who was driving. In the backseats were two boys you hadn’t seen before. They were all smiles as you sat down and said hi.
“I’m Jinyoung, business student.”
“And I’m Bambam, a photography student.”
“Nice to meet you boys. I’m (Y/N) and an English student.”
“Oh we know all about that, JB couldn’t stop talking about you.”
“You trying to ruin my reputation or something, Bambam? Anyway I only mentioned we had a seminar together earlier.”
“You also said that you were sat next to her and thought she was cute,” Jackson teased, laughing at JB. You giggled and pulled your phone out, getting everyone’s numbers so you could all talk again. By the time you had arrived at the club, excitement filled you and your previous apprehension was gone. Tonight was going to be a fun night.

A couple of hours and a few shots later, the fun really began to start. The 5 of you were all dancing together and laughing over the sound of the music. Jackson was already drunk and going crazy while everyone else was just buzzed. You found yourself chatting with Jinyoung the most, already sensing that you’d made a good friend out of him. He had similar interests to you and the both of you had just clicked right from the minute you got into the car. As you both sang together while dancing to the song in the background, you caught eyes with JB who was stood at the bar getting himself another drink. He was staring at you intently, a look of annoyance on his face. ‘Does he not like me or something?’ You thought to yourself, looking away and focusing on dancing. His expression stayed with you though and you couldn’t forget how angry he had looked. His jaw was tight and his eyes were burning holes. It made you a little uncomfortable but also made you really want to walk over to him and just let everything go. Opting to stay put, you carried on dancing with Jinyoung, Bambam lost in the crowd with some girls who thought he was cute. Tonight you were letting your hair down and having fun with no worries or cares about how much you might regret it in the morning. You didn’t have a lecture until the afternoon so who cares, right?

As the night passed and morning came, you woke up feeling a lot better than expected. The predicted headache was nothing more than a slight throbbing in the back of your head but apart from that, you felt great. Because of how late it was, you had ended up crashing at Jackson and Jinyoung’s flat that they shared with one other guy, Mark who you had met briefly the night before. He’d had dark circles under his eyes and a large mug of coffee in hand when the three of you arrived home, Jackson relying on you and Jinyoung to carry him. Mark had been kind enough to lend you some clothes so you wouldn’t be stuck in your outfit all night. Jackson had apparently told him about you and the two of you had stayed up a bit chatting before he went back to his essay that desperately needed writing. Now it was morning and the flat was silent. Getting up, you crept in the direction of Jackson’s room and softly knocked on the door. The sounds of groaning came from inside and you took that as your cue to go in.
“How are you feeling?”
“Awful. I don’t even want to acknowledge that it’s morning.”
“Wow, that bad? Want me to get you some water and pills?”
“More than anything in this world.”
“Coming right up. I can even nip out and grab you the perfect hangover breakfast too, a huge meal from McDonalds.”
“That sounds good. Get whatever as long as it distracts me from the guilt of drinking so much.”
“Sure thing, Jackson,” you said, leaving his room to see Mark now awake.
“Morning, I’m getting Jackson some hangover food from McDonalds, want anything?”
“Just get me the strongest coffee they sell. I’ll need it if I want to stay awake the whole day.”
“Manage to finish the essay?”
“Yeah, it might have been 3am when I finally typed the last word but it’s done and ready to be printed off for my professor today.”
“Good to hear. Although I will admit you don’t look your best.”
“I don’t feel it either. I won’t feel alive until I’ve got coffee running through my veins.”
“Then I better get going. Could you get Jackson some water and pills? I said I’d do it but since I’m popping out, would you mind?”
“Not a problem. Even though I have no sympathy for his hungover ass.”
“Nice to see you care.”
“I’m a very caring person, as you can tell.”
“I can. Back later.”
“See you,” Mark said as you walked out to get the food.

While you were driving, it gave you time to contemplate JB and his actions the previous night. Ever since you had noticed him staring at you when you were dancing with Jinyoung, you had felt like he hated you. He seemed to be ignoring you and doing everything he could to not talk to you which didn’t bode well considering he was in at least one of your seminars. Possibly more since there wasn’t a huge amount of new English students this year. Sighing to yourself, you decided to just let it be. There was no forcing him to like you. There was just hoping he didn’t hate you THAT much.

You Abandoned Me-Part Two (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Now that Steve has left (Y/N) to help Bucky she doesn’t know who her friends are anymore. Tony tries to console her but is dealing with similar problems of his own.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader (platonic)

Meaning: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Sad Tony (cause let’s face it, his emotions and feelings are usually put to the side)

It seemed odd to be repeating the same actions as Steve had just done before he stormed out on me. Packing a bag of my things like he did made it seem like I too was walking out of this relationship. Stepping into the bathroom, I flicked the light on almost giving myself a heart attack when I faced my reflection. Makeup was in the wrong places, my eyes were puffy and bloodshot, not to mention the bright, red cheeks from rubbing my tears away. Ignoring my face for now, I gathered up my toiletries, trying to not look at anything that was his.

I knew that I wasn’t leaving the flat for good, I loved that place more than words could express. Steve was my first serious boyfriend, the others hadn’t got this far with me. We dated for two years before deciding to live together. I grew up in England so I knew nothing about America’s geography. Steve suggested somewhere in Brooklyn where he grew up. I would have lived in a cardboard box as long as I was with him. It was a big step for us but an exciting one. Now everywhere I looked just reminded me of Steve.

Sighing, I picked up my bag before closing and locking the door. My feet slowly carried me down the steps and into the garage for the block of flats. Nothing was really registering in my mind, the whole car journey only seemed like a couple of minutes when really it must have been at least half an hour. The ever so familiar tower came into view, outshining all buildings surrounding it. Parking my car inside, I took a deep breath before getting out.

The tower was like another home me for me. Steve had introduced me to the others at one of Tony’s famous parties. Luckily for me I got along with everyone and was soon being invited back, and not just for parties. Steve and I would sometimes stay here or I would by myself when he was away on missions. The Avengers had become my family, now I was hoping that whoever was left here would welcome me back.

“Welcome back Miss (Y/L/N).” the oh so missed robotic voice of FRIDAY announced as I stepped into the lift.

“Thank you FRIDAY, it has been a while.”

“I have informed Mr Stark of your arrival and shall take you to him now.”

The lift took me to the floor where Tony’s lab was situated. I hesitated at the glass doors, watching as he typed something into his tablet. With Bruce gone after the battle with Ultron, Tony had no lab partner, he would spend days up there alone, buried in his research. I tried to get him to come out but some days he would not budge. Tapping on the glass gently I saw Tony’s head whip round before smiling and entering the code to let me in. As soon as I stepped in he was hugging me. He too looked beaten up, even more than Steve was.

“I am so sorry for what he did to you.” he mumbled, squeezing me right.

Surprisingly, Tony and I had gotten very close. Neither of us could put our fingers on it, we didn’t have much in common. Perhaps it all started when Tony wanted another party and when no one agreed I was the only one who wanted one too. Besides that, I could see that he was broken. He too had been through a lot though it wasn’t a competition. I tried to help him when no one would comfort him or just listen to him baffle. When Steve was away on a mission, I would sit in the lab with Tony if he too was at the tower; he would sometimes explain his new inventions even if I didn’t understand, talk to each other or sit in comfortable silence as I read a book.

I forced myself not to cry.“I just can’t believe what’s happened this week. I don’t even know the full story.”

“It’s a very long one.” he pulled away, leaning on a desk.

“I know it has a lot to do with those damn records.”

“Those stupid pieces of paper broke apart what was supposed to be a super team. And I know you weren’t sure of them either.”

“Well I had no say in it. It was all of your decisions. But I knew they were trouble.”

He changed the topic slightly.“So capsicle didn’t tell you anything?”

“He was there one minute then gone the next. I couldn’t get anything out of him.”

He ran a hand over his face.“Long story short, we disagreed over the Sokovia records, I wanted to sign them whereas he didn’t and it all went downhill from there. Wider soldier shows up, Steve hides him away from the government and we all fight.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Turns out he killed my parents.”

“Bucky killed your parents?”

“HYDRA took him out of the ice and sent him on a mission. Some nut job desperately wanted that mission report to get me and Bucky to fight. His family was killed back when we fought Ultron, something about wanting revenge.”

I was speechless. Despite the brief description it escalated quickly. I had no idea of how much actually went on, my friends fighting over some records instead of talking about it, plus the return of Steve’s best friend….I wanted to hate Bucky. Maybe if he hadn’t shown up this problem wouldn’t have gotten so big, maybe they could have resolved it. There was obvious jealousy as well, Steve had chosen a psycho murderer over his girlfriend. There was no telling when he would come back.

“Are you just going to leave me out of the story?” I heard another voice as the doors slid open.

“Rhodey! Oh my god, what happened?!” I exclaimed as he slowly walked in on crutches and leg braces.

“Accident during the fight. Got hit whilst in the suit, dropped right out of the sky.”

“How are you not dead?” I gasped as I hugged him.

“I’m sorry for being such a strong soldier.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I sadly smiled as I pulled away.

“But check out the new legs, designed by Mr Tony Stank himself.”

“Stank?”

Tony groaned.“Don’t even ask.”

Tony took me to my room in the tower though I was hesitant to go in. Steve and I shared this, it still had some of our stuff in it. As I placed down my bag, my gaze went to the desk. There was a picture frame with my favourite picture of us in it; Steve had been away on a long mission and the team had no idea when he was coming back, when he finally did I was the first to run out to the landing bay and throw myself on him. Someone had captured the moment for us. It just showed our love for each other in one photo.

Slumping down on the edge of the bed, I took one more glance around the room before looking up at Tony. He was already looking at me with a stern look on his face.

“Are you sure you want to be in here?” He asked.

I sighed.“I’m not sure. This feels homely but at the same time it doesn’t.”

He walked up to me.“You know you can have a pick of any other room seeing as no one occupies them anymore.”

My heart twisted at his words.“I’m so sorry that they’re gone Tony. I know you were trying to keep everyone together.”

“I’m sorry too. They were your family as well as mine.”

He sat down next to me and we were in comfortable silence before I spoke out suddenly.

“I hate Bucky Barnes.”

He turned to face me, slowly nodding.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I know you have a bit more reason to, seeing as he…yeah, well, as soon as he arrived things turned to even more shit. Steve used to talk about him all the time and after he showed up a couple years ago, I was excited to meet him. Of course I couldn’t though, seeing as he was brainwashed and all. But from what Steve had said about him and how Bucky cared for him…urgh, this is just too much for me to handle.”

Tony’s arm went around my shoulders and I hugged him back.“There’s nothing we can do now.”

I started to cry again.“You should have heard how he spoke to me Tony. I’ve never seen him the angry, it was like he was annoyed with me. And now he’s gone and I don’t know when he’s coming back…if he’s coming back.”

Tony stayed quiet as he let me ramble.

“I want to hate Steve too but I can’t. And I think that’s hurting me the most. He can just easily walk away from it all with no seond thought whereas I’m left here a sobbing mess.”

We sat together on the bed, Tony’s hand rubbing soothing, circular motions on my back. I took a deep breath, sitting up straight as I wiped away the tears.

“I’m sorry Tony. I’m just a mess. Thank you for being such a great friend though. I don’t know what would have happened if I stayed cooped up in that apartment.”

“Any time. Thank you for listening to me too. Look, it’s still early in the evening, I’ll order us takeout and we’ll hang out.”

“Thanks.” I sniffled.

*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been a week since Steve left. Since then I had tried to continue as normal; going to work, seeing some friends (I didn’t dare tell them that Steve was gone) and helping Tony try to get back to his usual self, or at least close to that. I hadn’t been back to the flat either. Every time I thought about going I chickened out, it was too much to handle. Tony never asked about it either. That was something I was grateful for, Tony knew that I wouldn’t want to talk about it though I was starting to worry about him. He was becoming more reclusive, staying up in his lab all day. That was until he joined me for breakfast.

“This came for you today.” he handed me an envelope before walking over to the coffee machine.

My name was scribbled on the front and I could recognise the handwriting anywhere. My hands started to tremble as I kept on staring at it. I could feel Tony’s presence and I knew he was waiting. Slowly I opened it up, sliding out the letter hidden inside:


To my best girl,

My actions from the last time we saw each other were out of order. I never thought that I would be that way towards you but I was, I’ll never forgive myself for that. No one expected anything like this to happen. I want you to know that you have made the past three years the best years of my life and I will forever regret walking away from it all. But please understand that I was scared, scared for the team, scared for Bucky and scared for you. This may sound like goodbye, I assure you it isn’t. I could never forget you and I never will.

I will love you forever,
Steve


I had read it all in his voice, soaking in everything that was written down. I could imagine him writing this and I hoped it was with great difficulty. My emotions clashed together, not sure whether to be happy that he had thought about me or angry that he contacted me a week later with a letter. He could have text or called, that way I could have heard his voice. He said that it wasn’t goodbye.

So why did I feel like I would never see him again?

On A Break~Michael Clifford

You could feel it coming. The break up. You thought he was going to break up with you a while back and then he never did. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy with Michael, you were. He made you the happiest you had ever been. It was the fact that it was the same old fight over and over. 

He would rather hang out with Crystal than hang out with you. And you understood, you did. They were friends and they were getting to know each other but sometimes she got a little too close for comfort. 

“You don’t want to hang out with me?” You asked Michael over the phone. He had spent the whole weekend partying with the boys and you figured he would eventually want to hang out with you. 

“Crystal wants me to help her move furniture. I can hang after.” He commented. 

“I have work. It’s okay.” You mumbled. “Bye.” You hung up before he could say anything else. You got ready for work and headed in early. Usually you would be able to stop for a coffee or something before heading to the department where you worked. 

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Extraordinary (Spencer Reid x Reader) tbh, just read it from the link

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10747839

Dr. Spencer Reid was a certifiable genius with an IQ of 187, but genius, he thought, couldn’t be measured by any test, defined by any number. In his eyes, all men (umbrella term) were extraordinary in their own right, whether they were a nigh-miraculous neurosurgeon or a heaven-sent pastry baker, a highly-skilled combatant or a parent with the best lullabies. The BAU was filled with incredible people that he would qualify as genius, and the extraordinariness of presumably ordinary people never ceased to amaze him.

That having been said, his favorite place to witness everyday genius was not at HQ, but in the courtroom.

To watch the passion for the law exhibited by the participants in court, the eloquence with which argument and counterargument were shot across the room like so many arrows was entrancing to Dr. Reid like nothing else. An honest, intense trial was more entertaining than the finest play or action-packed film– and today’s trial?

Oh, it was a field day.

“My client,” the prosecuting attorney quipped, leaning forward aggressively. “Has sat before this court twice before, and you did nothing. An indecision, you say. You sit, jury, and you deliberate, you ponder, you ask amongst yourselves, ‘Is he guilty?’ Every one of you knows in your heart that he is not innocent, but you ask, ‘Is he guilty?’ Before you, my client Anna Marie Bell has shown you the hand-shaped bruises on her neck, and her husband and abuser’s hands seated before you have fit the marks. She has given to you the recordings in her home of his voice, his threats, his abuse. You have seen the x-rays of her cracked ribs, you have seen her suffering, watched her hobble into this room for two days. You, the people, have the power to prevent this man from harming anyone in such a way ever again, and you refuse to use it. I have presented all the evidence to you that I can, shown in all truthfulness the foul deeds done by this man to his wife, and still, you ponder. I have naught left to say– my client would have me be silent, and let that silence speak its volumes.”

“That’s one hell of a speech to tell everyone she was gonna shut up,” Rossi commented dryly.

“It’s an art,” Reid smiled in awe. “She’s playing the jury like a fiddle. Watch how she looks at them. She’s maintaining steady eye contact, never glossing over a single person. She’s unnerving them, one by one. A true professional, her voice retains its emotion while her face stays almost neutral. She’s aware of the biases against her sex and she’s playing around every single one. You see, now she has created such an atmosphere as to–”

“Reid.” Morgan made the universal ‘cut it out’ signal with his hand across his throat, and Reid, slightly abashed, swallowed hard and looked away.

So he got a little excited at times. Go figure.

Really and truly, he would have attended by himself if the rest of the BAU hadn’t insisted– after all, he did live in the apartment next to the domestic abuse case. In fact, he had been the one to call and report to the authorities about it when it first began… Not that it did any good. Mrs. Bell refused to press charges the first five times she escaped to a women’s shelter. This time being the sixth, her husband nearly killed her, and she decided that maybe battery charges and a divorce might be in order. Reid, ever the helpful neighbor, had recommended this very attorney, as he did with so many others– (f/n) (l/n) was hell on wheels with domestic abuse cases.

Upon first seeing her, (y/n) wasn’t one to catch the eye. She wasn’t plain by any means, but she refrained from drawing any sort of attention– almost like the hardly-ever noticed masterpieces hanging on coffee shop walls. Often, Spencer saw her walking to work in the early morning with coffee in hand, and walking home in the late evening with some files; even with the backdrop of a sunrise or moonlight, she seemed ordinary still. Not unpleasant, not overly pleasant– just existing. But here in her element, her voice became sweet as a psalm, raising hairs on arms, and her face lit up with angelic radiance– she became extraordinary. In her passion, she became beautiful, in her victory she became graceful– a vision, truly.

The defending attorney was sweating bullets, knowing his client was being used to mop the floor.

It was a few hours more until the jury were finally able to reach a decision– the defendant was declared guilty and sentenced to jail time. Spencer could see from where he stood that there was a small smile playing on (y/n)’s lips as she lightly embraced her client, and the moment made the air all the sweeter. Even as he was leaving, Reid felt his heart swell with pride; (y/n) may not have known him, but he felt somewhat like a proud parent, having watched her work for so long.

(It wasn’t stalkerish at all, really it wasn’t.)

Just before Reid and the rest of the team were approaching the exit, a familiar tune caught the doctor’s ear, and when he turned to look, none other than (y/n) was standing near him, gazing up at a painting of Lady Justice, humming in thought.

Reid walked up beside her to get a closer look at the painting, and then he heard enough of what she was half-humming half-singing to recognize what it was.

Dies irae, dies illa.

How ironic, Reid thought.

“Day of Wrath,” he mused aloud, quite forgetting himself for a moment as he looked at Lady Justice. “Odd. We are in the judgement place of man, not that of God, and yet, ineffably, it fits. Perhaps in this case, Lady Justice is the almighty, and her wrath is in her judgement.”

Reid felt more than saw (y/n) look up at him, and he turned to look at her as well, feeling all of the sudden an intruder.

“I’m sorry, were you talking about my humming?” she asked, smiling hesitantly.

“Yes– pardon if I intruded.” He extended a hand. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, with the Behavior Analysis Unit of the FBI. And before you ask, yes, I’m a holder of exactly three PhDs at the age of 27. I also have an IQ of 187. Not to brag– I hate labels, but they seem to make the world go round.”

“Well, I certainly feel under titled,” she laughed as she shook his hand. “I’m (f/n) (l/n), attorney at law.”

I know, Reid wanted to say, but instead, he smiled. “You were incredible back there with the Bell case.”

“Thank you,” she beamed. “I do my best. It’s really difficult when– when what you do, what you say, can determine someone’s future.”

There’s something she was going to tell me, Reid noticed, watching her look away. But she stopped herself.

“I can only imagine. Excuse me if it’s rude to ask, but may I have your business card? You probably know that the Bureau has a firm for job-related cases, but–”

“Sure thing, sure thing.” (Y/n) grinned, handing him a card. “Feel free to advertise for me.”

Reid chuckled at the joke. “Only for a small fee.”

“Reid, are we done here?” Rossi asked from across the room. “Morgan’s hangry.”

“I’m not hangry, I swear to God…”

(Y/n) laughed, her (e/c) eyes sparkling like the heavens. “You might want to go. It was nice meeting you, Dr. Reid.”

“Call me Spencer,” he smiled. “It was nice to meet you as well, though meeting you a second time would be twice so, wouldn’t you say?”

(Y/n) only blushed, nodding as Spencer turned away to rejoin his friends.

“Was that what I think it was?” Garcia asked Morgan not-so-subtly.

“I– you know what, I think so.”

Reid paid it no mind. He was too busy letting his mind wander to places others could not follow, too busy getting lost in a world of analytical thought that was his and his alone.


***


Let’s see, what’s for supper…. Ah, yes, ramen with a side of ramen.

(Y/n) couldn’t remember the last time she had anything else besides ramen and takeout– when you live alone, she had found, home cooked meals were too expensive and time-consuming.

I should go out, try to go for something more healthy, she thought as she looked at her stomach. Then she looked at her desk and decided against doing anything but case research.

Late nights and early mornings had been the story of her life since law school, but (y/n) found herself growing weary of them. Lack of sleep made the bags beneath her eyes even darker and deeper than they were naturally, and she found herself growing less able to hold her concentration on days where she functioned off of two hours of sleep. Those days were too many… But she didn’t know any other way to get everything done. Work, exercise, reading, writing, volunteer work, hanging out with friends– her to-do list stretched out for a mile, and yet even when she completed every task set before her, she was still yet criticized. Why don’t you have a boyfriend? her friends would ask. You don’t hang out with us enough. Why can’t you just chill for once? You’re too serious.

(Y/n) sighed.

Fuck it, I want a movie night.

And, as with every nice thing (y/n) attempted to do, movie night fell apart like a house of cards in a tornado.

Every movie she chose had something she hated– basic tropes, dry plots, problematic themes, and/or actors that reminded her of exes. Frustrated, she just ate her ramen in silence, glaring at her blank T.V. screen as though it had personally offended her. Yeah, that lasted only about five minutes, the eerie silence.making her ears ring. (Y/n) thought she might scream if the air didn’t fill with something for her mind to focus on, so she flipped on the T.V. and started channel surfing.

Mainstream bullshit, she thought bitterly, watching as five different shows with the same basic plot flitted before her eyes. No creativity anymore, just sex, drugs, and murder.

Nothing was exciting to (y/n) anymore, real life included. The most eventful thing that had happened all week was meeting a guy with an IQ of 187, and even that was a total bust. She was usually a masterful conversationalist, but when she met his eyes, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say. She should have been more friendly, if not outright flirted– he was a beautiful man if she did say so herself, and he would be well worth any interest she’d shown.

That’s it, (y/n) though, slamming down her remote. I’m going clubbing next weekend. I’ll stagnate here if I don’t.

With all haste, she phoned a friend and made plans– surely, nothing could go too terribly wrong.


***


“So, what this chalks up to is a sexual sadist, and the victims include white males with brown eyes, all taller than 5’5,” Aaron Hotchner informed the local PD. “Every victim found has been left in the same ten-mile radius, with the same signs of sexual assault in the form of anal rape. We have here an approximation of his features, and we hope to…”

It was all the usual speech. Reid could nearly quote it before Hotchner could say it– it was the same basic framework with the specific details of the case thrown into place. It was a simple method of communication, but effective– everyone always got the point that Hotch very clearly presented, and if they didn’t, they damn well acted like they did.

Reid wished he had that commanding demeanor sometimes– he almost never got to finish a sentence without some sort of interjected criticism.

“Reid, Morgan, I want you two to go out to the club that three of the five victims had been taken from and ask if the employees have seen our unsub. I don’t want this botched. You got me?”

Reid and Morgan made eye contact and nodded together. This wasn’t their first team-up with similar tasks.

“So, clubbing tonight,” Morgan joked as they walked out into the parking lot. “Maybe you’ll meet up with that pretty little lawyer you got your eye on.”

“Oh no, I don’t have my eye on any–”

“Spencer. You literally work in the BAU. We all know you had a thing, platonic or not, for her,” Morgan laughed. “I’m willing to bet she’ll give you a run for your money, though. Seems a real spitfire.”

Would that I could know, Reid thought, but kept it to himself.


***


“I really don’t like this club,” (y/n) said as she navigated the crowd with her friend. “I thought you said this place didn’t have shitty music.”

“All clubs have shitty music,” her friend huffed. “If I hadn’t said it, you wouldn’t have come.”

Well, that was true enough.

“I’m going to go get a drink. You don’t have to come with,” she told her friend, holding back a sigh.

As (y/n) approached the bar, her brain was hard at work trying to create a good excuse to leave. As she ordered a drink, she noticed a familiar form sitting on one of the stools and chatting, but it wasn’t until the person turned that she recognized him.

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” she greeted him when he saw her. “How small the world is!”
“Actually, in comparison to other planets–”
The guy Dr. Reid was with elbowed him, which was almost funny until (y/n) saw how quickly his smile fell into a frown of embarrassment.

“Ah, what I meant to say is, uh, hi, I guess.”

(Y/n) smiled warmly. How cute, she thought. “How have you been, Dr. Reid? I’m assuming nothing is too bad since you’re obviously here to have a little fun.”

“I told you, call me Spencer.” His smile could power a small European country for a week with its wattage. “And as to why I’m here… I’m actually on the job. Have you seen a man that looks like this?”

Spencer held out a sketch to her, and as if by miracle, the moment (y/n) looked up she saw a carbon copy standing almost directly behind Spencer and his friend.

“Yes,” she replied slowly, emphatically, tilting her head and pointing behind them with her eyes. Immediately, Spencer seemed to understand, hastily putting away the sketch.

“I see.” Spencer’s eyes changed immediately before her, becoming sharp and severe. He leaned in, lowering his voice significantly. “If you can without drawing attention, I want you to leave as quickly as possible with your friends. Do you understand?”

(Y/n) nodded. She understood alright.
Just because she understood didn’t mean that she was going to do it, though. (Y/n) wasn’t one to play the hero, but she knew that observation was a powerful thing, and who better to watch from the sidelines than someone who knew exactly what to look for?


***


As Reid watched (y/n) walk away, Morgan stood, smoothing down his jacket. It was clear that the agent was about to say something when Reid felt a tap on his shoulder, and when he turned to look, he came face-to-face with a man matching every description of the unsub.

“Hey,” the man said, smiling widely. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Uh, I actually don’t frequent clubs at all– not really my scene. I came today looking for something though… Something I don’t intend to go home without.” Reid used the most seductive voice he could manage, using all the proper body language to indicate that he was interested.

Lying with his body was so much harder than lying with his words…

“Oh really?” the man purred, backing him against the bar. “What do you say we dance?”

This couldn’t have turned out better if we’d planned it, Reid thought as he followed the man to the dancefloor. Reid fit the victimology perfectly– it only made sense that the unsub would target him. Now they had the guy in their clutches– Reid could see Morgan following them, no doubt already phoning Hotch. If they caught this guy now, it would be an accidental miracle… and if it took Reid figuring out how to grind and getting groped a little, well, it was all for the team.

This was turning into a lovely evening, truly.


***


(Y/n) was confused as to why Spencer was dancing– very vulgarly, she might add– with a man until she saw the man’s face.
The unsub, she realized. But where is Spencer’s partner?

That answer came quickly. The other guy was evidently trying to follow Spencer and the unsub, but (y/n) saw that he was being restrained by three men, who had also gagged him.

Why is no one seeing this but me? (Y/n) wondered, but now was not the time for thought, but action. She watched warily, gripping the cocked gun in her purse, not daring even to breathe when she saw Spencer stiffen. She moved to find a better angle, and then she saw it– a knife glistened in the unsub’s hand, almost pretty as it reflected the strobe lights. (Y/n) knew it was now or never, and she dropped her purse, revealing her glock. Swiftly, she followed them as the unsub moved towards the exit with his captive, and (y/n) wondered once more why she was the only one that saw this.

As soon as she reached the pair, she grabbed the shoulder of the unsub that was gripping Spencer’s arm and put the nose of her gun right in the crease of the man’s ass so that he could feel exactly what kind of danger he was in.

“You move one more muscle and I swear to God I will clean your colon out quicker than the volcano burrito from the new taco place down the street,” she hissed into the man’s ear. “Drop the knife.”

The moment the knife hit the floor, Spencer whirled around and uppercut the unsub, and by then,Morgan had managed to free himself, and was rushing over to make the arrest. Chaos unfolded around them, but (y/n) felt oddly at peace.

“You saved my life.”

(Y/n) turned to see Spencer standing there, staring at her in wonder. “I told you to leave, not to play the hero, but if you hadn’t, I would have been on another missing persons poster.”

“I really can’t take any credit for anything–”
“Good, because that will make the paperwork on this easier if that’s really the case,” a deep, serious voice interjected, and (y/n) turned to see a tall, intimidating, dark-haired man approaching them. “Reid, she’ll ride back to the station for questioning with you.”

“Of course,” Spencer teetered nervously.

If everyone working for the feds is that intimidating, I’m never going to watch another bootlegged movie as long as I live, (y/n) thought as she followed Spencer out of the club.


***


When Reid finally made his way home, his day had come to a rather satisfying end. He had closed a case, escaped a kidnappings, and scheduled a date all in the span of three hours– if that wasn’t just incredible, Reid didn’t know what was.

“Let me buy you dinner tomorrow,” he’d said to (y/n) on the ride back to the station. “It’s the least I can do.”

Oh, the way her eyes had shone at that. “Only if you surprise me with where.”

Reid grinned just recalling it. He couldn’t remember a time when he was more excited to get to know someone. As a behavior analyst, Reid found humans fascinatingly deep and complex in general, but (y/n) in particular piqued his interest. The more he discovered about her, the more he wanted to know, and he felt almost too attached for so short an acquaintance, but that was just the standards of normality talking. Since when did he care about anything like that? There were too many things to learn, too many friends to make, too many people to love to worry about what anyone else thought, or what was ‘normal’. Spencer lived and loved at breakneck pace, and there wasn’t a better way to go in his eyes.

So gather ye rosebuds while ye may, he thought, remembering a poem he’d read some time ago. Old Time is still a-flying, and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying. Robert Herrick.

***


“I do hope you meant it when you said you wanted to be surprised,” Spencer commented amiably as he drove. “Not many people know about this place, but it’s one of my favorite places to go.”

(Y/n) laughed, trying to cover her nerves. “Of course I meant it. I trust your tastes more than my own.”

What I meant to say is that I have lived off of red bull and social justice since law school and I forgot how to otherwise sustain myself, (y/n) thought, cringing internally.

“Huh. That’s interesting. Statistically speaking, most women have very little trust in men’s taste in food… and pretty much everything else,” he chuckled.

(Y/n) wanted to make a good-natured comment about how she was usually the outlier in statistics, but stopped herself when she realized that wasn’t so true. Instead, she changed the subject.

“So, where did you grow up? You accent doesn’t say Virginia.”

“Nevada,” Spencer replied easily. “Las Vegas, Nevada is my hometown.”

“No way,” (y/n) laughed, raising her brows. “So I take it you’re a demon in a sweater vest at cards.”

“I’m not going to try for modesty, as in most cases it reflects negatively on the person that attempts to downplay their strengths, so thank you for that kind assumption that, if correct, would prove a compliment. Which, it was correct. So thanks.” Spencer smiled cutely, sparing her a glance, looking away from the road for a second so she saw the brightness of his eyes.

Holy shit, (y/n) thought, a little lightheaded. I would let him tie me up and whip me if he talked like that the whole time he did it.

“You’re welcome,” she replied happily, admiring the way Spencer drove, his long, elegant fingers lightly gripping the steering wheel. “This may be too soon in an acquaintance to ask this, but are you in any, uh, fandoms?”

“Fandoms?”

Could it be that Dr. Spencer Reid, certified genius and FBI agent, didn’t know what fandoms were?

“Like, do you read any book series, watch any T.V. show, anything like that and really, really like it?”

“Do philosophy books count?”

(Y/n) went to laugh, but she saw that he was serious. “You seriously don’t read or watch fantasy anything? Or like, anything purely for entertainment?”

“No…” Spencer took his eyes off the road for a second to look at her. “I mean, should I?”
“Well, I mean, you don’t have to. Just because stuff like Game of Thrones and DC comics have taken over my life doesn’t mean you can’t be obsession-free,” (y/n) laughed. “I was just wondering.”

“What are your fandoms, then?” he asked with a smile. “I’d like to know what interests you.”

Aw, isn’t that cute? He’s definitely new here. “I have too many to count, but right now Game of Thrones is my favorite. Well, technically A Song of Ice and Fire, the books, not the show.”

“What’s it about?”

(Y/n) inhaled deeply, ready to go on a total fangirl rant, but she stopped herself. “I’m not so sure you’d be interested, and if you get me started, I might never stop.”

“We have all day. Or, well, I do, I just assumed you did.”

“You really don’t mind?” (Y/n) hoped she didn’t sound too hopeful, too desperate, but somehow that probably wasn’t the case.

“Yes,” Spencer chuckled. “I’m sure.”

“So, it all starts with the Starks and snowballs from there…”


***


“… and that’s why Tyrion Lannister deserves all the love in the world.”

As Reid listened to (y/n) and ate his sushi, he couldn’t be more content.

This little place, a library-restaurant called Niche, was his favorite place to go to unwind– it was his personal sanctuary, his safe haven for when he wanted to be left alone with the smell of old books. There were little corners all over the restaurant where books were stacked on shelves built into the walls and cushions were on the ground for customers to sit at the short tables– soft, incandescent lighting made the place feel extra homey. Reid always sat at the same corner by himself, eating the same meal every time, so it was understandable that when he walked in with a lovely lady at his side, all the familiar employees turned their heads. Despite all the unwanted attention, Reid was glad he’d shown (y/n) this place. She seemed to love it as much as he did, and he couldn’t think of a better place to witness (y/n)’s excitement than this familiar, semi-private, almost-home.

“The complexity of the plot is extraordinary without a doubt,” he smiled. “I’ll have to read the series so that I can discuss it with you.”

“They’re a handful, those books. You’ll be carrying them around for a while– I’m a decently fast reader and it took me three months,” (y/n) smiled ruefully.

“Oh, it won’t take me long. I read 20,000 words a minute,” Reid replied with a proud little smile.

(Y/n) went a little pale at that, but soon shook off the shock. “Well then. It might take you a week.”

Reid grinned, and not for the first time that evening, he noticed a nasty scar near (y/n)’s temple, making his pleasant expression melt into a mix of concern and curiosity.

I probably shouldn’t ask….

Ah hell. Whatever.

“I-I don’t mean to pry, and if it’s too personal, then you don’t have to answer, but… Where did that scar come from?”

Immediately, (y/n)’s hand shot up to her temple, and he just knew whatever she was about to say wasn’t a good story at all. “T-This one?”

“Yeah, that one. If you don’t want to talk about it–”

“No, no, it’s fine,” she smiled wryly. “I’ll tell this in narrative form, if you’d like. I find it less difficult to talk about it if I build up to it.”

Reid nodded, understanding. “Of course.”
“I met my ex-fiancé at a concert hall in South Carolina. He was the principal violinist for the orchestra he played in, with an IQ of 143. I guess you could say I have a thing for genius,” she chuckled, but it was hollow. “We hit it off instantly, and we dated for four years. I thought he was the one, and when he proposed, I was the happiest I had ever been.”

The melancholy wistfulness in (y/n)’s voice and her bittersweet smile was enough to crack Reid’s heart, and he began to regret asking about the scar– he didn’t think he really wanted to know anymore.

“A few weeks before the wedding, he wanted to have sex…and I didn’t. I was, well, am, still a virgin, and I really didn’t want to have sex with him until after the wedding, especially since we had waited that.long, y’know? He didn’t want to take no for an answer, and things got a little dicey. He’d hit me once or twice before, always apologizing profusely afterwards, so I knew what he could do, but this time when I resisted, my head was slammed against our glass coffee table hard enough for the glass to shatter. After my hospital visit, I ended it. He’s in prison now, but not on account of me. He killed the girl after me, and is now doing the time.”

That was what she didn’t tell me that day at court, Reid realized. She empathized with being the victim of domestic abuse.

“I’m truly, deeply sorry. I don't… I can’t imagine.” Reid reached over to grab her hand. “Any man that would treat you that way isn’t any man at all, but a monster. Well, treat anyone that way, but especially someone like you.”

Someone this sweet, this enthusiastic, this alive… How could anyone raise a hand against someone like that?

“Thank you for saying that, but I’m not special.” (Y/n)’s face was contorted into a frown. “I was ignorant, blind, and naïve. I let him do what he did– I told myself all my life that I wouldn’t be like my mother, that the moment a man hit me, I would leave… So why couldn’t I do it?”

Reid watched (y/n) clench her fist, and it felt like she was squeezing his heart instead of empty air.

“No, no, self-blaming is incredibly unhealthy, it can lead to–”

Reid stopped himself. Now was probably not the time…

“Thank you, Reid,” she smiled sadly, squeezing the hand that he still had on hers. “You don’t have to stop your info-dump on my account– I’ve caught you at stopping yourself a lot, but I’d rather you didn’t. What you have to say is important, and I value it.”
If that didn’t touch Reid’s heart, nothing ever would. “I-I don’t know what to say…”
“Then you don’t have to say anything.”
What did I ever do to meet someone like this?
“I want to do this again,” he blurted. “Often. Weekly. I know it’s probably too soon to say that, but–”
“Spencer, nothing would make me happier.”
The statement was genuine, as was Reid’s smile afterwards. In fact, he didn’t– couldn’t– stop smiling. Not even when paying the bill, not even when he went to sleep that night, did he recall that smile leaving his face.
It was safe to say that Dr. Spencer Reid had found a new confidante with whom to share his world.


***


“You know, I thought it was funny that no one at the club helped out that night,” (y/n) replied through a mouthful of steak. “So you’re saying that the owners of the club could possibly have been accomplices?”
“In theory, yes, though proving that would be extremely difficult,” Spencer sighed as he repositioned his long, lanky legs beneath himself. “You know how it works– we can prove them not-innocent, but there is simply not enough evidence to prove them guilty.”
“Law is a bitch sometimes,” (y/n) yawned, thinking back to her law school days. “Impartial, fair, but a pain in the ass.”
“I suppose everything has its faults,” Spencer chuckled. “Even such a thing as law.”
“Y’know, being a lawyer isn’t as fun as I thought it was gonna be,” (y/n) grinned. “The movies never show the paperwork.”
“Neither is being an FBI agent,” Spencer agreed. “Hollywood screwed us all over.”
“Hey, speaking of Hollywood, do you want to hang at my place after we get done eating and watch some Game of Thrones? I know you’ve read the books now, but I think you’ll enjoy the show just as well.”
This was a big step, (y/n) knew– even though she and Spencer had been seeing each other at least once every week for the past two months, they hadn’t really talked about whether or not they were dating, and they really hadn’t made anything exclusive. They hadn’t even gone so far as to just hang out at home together– they always caught a meal or something else equally public.
Spencer nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, sure thing. I really did enjoy the books. Was the show well-made?”
“The casting was amazing, and the plot stays mostly the same, excepting a few details.”
“Great,” he smiled, making (y/n)’s stomach flip. “I wanted to have a discussion with you in any case, but I wanted to do so somewhere more…private.”
(Y/n) nodded, smiling and willing away her nerves. “Cool. That works out perfect, then.”
OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod what is he gonna say, what did I do, what have I gotten myself into….


***


Reid walked into (y/n)’s apartment and immediately felt at home. It was a clean, quaint little place with subtle, individual touches that reminded him of its owner. Along the white walls were remakes of classic paintings, as decor around the room, there were various hints at fandoms– the Hogwarts House coasters, the Stark direwolf stitched onto a couch pillow, just to name a few. It was incredibly, uniquely (y/n)…but it was too empty. It hardly looked lived-in.
“In case you didn’t know, I live alone,” (y/n) smiled, plopping down on the couch. “It’s nice sometimes… Scary other times. Make yourself at home– what’s mine is yours.”
Reid nodded, taking a seat beside her. “I like this place. It’s very you.”
(Y/n) shrugged, smiling meekly. “Well, it’s home. You can kick off your shoes. And socks. And, you know what, whatever else you want. I’m actually gonna change into something more.comfy, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all.” Reid felt his heart thump nervously in his chest. “When you get back, we can discuss what I was wanting to talk about earlier.”
“Sure thing! Be right back.”
Okay, Spence, you got this. You’re a genius. You can communicate your feelings without it giving you a literal panic attack.
In light of that, Reid really wasn’t sure why that task seemed so daunting right now.
When (y/n) reentered the room, she was wearing a baggy T-shirt that read “No, you’re right, let’s do this the dumbest way possible because it’s easy for you,” and sweatpants with “Spoiled” written across the ass. By all standards, that ensemble should have been slightly deterring, but Reid only.found it cute and endearing.
“So we’ve been hanging out a lot,” Spencer began slowly as (y/n) sat down close beside him on the couch. “And the more we interact, the more.fond of you I grow. Studies show that these feelings are usually mutual since the chemistry between two people (those people in this case being us) happens because of two individual yet similar chemical makeups adjusting to one another to become nearly identical, thus causing the relationship between the two people to become almost perfectly harmonious, but since there is no way to guarantee that those feelings are in fact mutual, I feel inclined to ask you whether or not you would object to being my girlfriend. Exclusively.”
(Y/n) blinked. “Spencer Reid, I don’t know what in the world you just said, but if I say yes then are you my boyfriend?”
Reid grinned. “Yes, that’s the gist of it.”
“Then sign me up,” she laughed, scooting a little closer. “Just for the record here, Spencer, I adore you.”
Reid full-on laughed at that, watching (y/n) look at him with eager, shining eyes. There was a funny feeling in his chest, almost an aching fondness, and he never wanted to lose that moment.
“Can I, uh, put my arm around–”
“Here.” (Y/n) curled up into his side, and Reid put his arm around her. “Better?”
“Much.” In all honesty, Reid had never been one for physical affection, but he felt as though physical support was something they both needed, and he found, much to his delight, that feeling (y/n) breathe against him as she started the show was rather pleasant and grounding.
About halfway through the second episode, (y/n) was fast asleep, her head in Reid’s lap. She wore the most content smile he had ever seen on her, and Reid let himself relax as he felt her light breathing.


***


When (y/n) woke, she was snuggled up in her bed with no memories of how she got there. Groggily, she sat up rubbing her eyes, feeling almost hungover from too much sleep.
When did Spencer even leave last night? she wondered as she yawned. I must have passed out…
She then noticed a note left on her nightstand, which she swiftly read, smiling lightly.
I hated to leave so early, it read in scrawling print, but I have work today and I fell asleep with you on your couch, so I needed to get home to shower and dress. I had a great time last night, and by the way– Jon Snow isn’t Eddard’s son, is he? I’m betting that he’s Ned’s sister’s child, but by whom I am still uncertain. Text me and let me know if I’m correct.
Your loving boyfriend,
SR
(Y/n) felt her stomach fill with butterflies, and her smile widened almost impossibly wider.
I have a boyfriend, she giggled to herself. A hot, amazing, genius boyfriend!
(Y/n)’s heart felt full to bursting. She couldn’t remember a time when she was this happy, this carefree, this… in love. She hoped she made Spencer as happy as he made her, because this feeling was everything she had always wanted.


***


“Reid, are you coming with us for steak tonight?” Morgan asked across the office. “It’s on Rossi.”
“Uh, no thank you,” Reid replied with a small smile. “I already have plans.”
“Okay, spill, how long has it been official, and why haven’t you officially introduced her to the team?” Morgan asked with a smirk. “Don’t even try to hide it.”
Reid turned what he knew was an unflattering shade of red. “Y-you met that night at the club!” he defended himself, scooting back in his rolling chair. “And for your information, it’s been official for exactly four months, six days, and approximately 12 hours, but we’ve been seeing each other six months in total.”
Morgan shook his head with a grin. “Has she met your mother yet?”
“Two weeks ago– I think she and my mom love each other more than they love me,” Reid laughed.
“So, have you, y'know… Sealed the deal?” Morgan raised his brows expectantly.
“I’m sorry, I don’t follow.” Reid frowned in confusion. Surely he isn’t asking if I’ve proposed to her…
“Y’know, jammed the ham, cooked the beef?”
“I still don’t understand.”
“For chrissakes, Reid, have you slept together?” Morgan sighed, both entertained and exasperated.
“I sleep over sometimes, if that’s what you mean. We haven’t– I mean, there’s nothing sexual going on, if that’s what you’re asking.” If it was possible, Reid turned even more red.
“Okay, okay, I was just wondering.” Morgan’s smile suggested otherwise.
“Hey, are you mocking me?” Reid demanded as Morgan stood with a chuckle. “I don’t understand– why are you laughing? Morgan!”
“Don’t sweat it, pretty boy,” Morgan laughed. “I’m just laughing because I can.”
Somehow, Reid didn’t think that was the case.


***


“I love you, Spencer Reid, but if you don’t release my chopsticks right this instant, I swear I’ll put Nair in your shampoo the next time I’m at your place!” (Y/n) half threatened, half giggled.
“Oh really?” he teased her, holding them higher. “That’s quite a threat considering that we’re at your’s right now. Besides, you don’t sound very threatening.”
Soon, (y/n)’s chopsticks were back in her possession, and they finished their meal with light conversation. Afterwards, they just lazed about, all tangled up on the couch, and once again, (y/n) felt marvelously whole. She leaned to kiss Spencer and he complied, their mouths melting into one another. Languidly, his tongue explored her mouth as his hands made their way to her waist, and fire burned low in (y/n)’s belly as he pulled her closer.
“(Y/n),” he breathed as they pulled away for air. “I understand that there is no set standard for when sexual intimacy between a couple should happen, and I respect whatever boundaries that you have, but at whatever point at which you would wish to engage in such activity, I’m ever at the ready.”
(Y/n) held back her laughter as best she could, her sparkling (e/c) eyes meeting his sincere brown ones. “Is that your way of asking me if I want to.have sex with you?”
“Well, I– yes, I suppose.” Spencer looked like he wanted to fidget, but his hands were otherwise occupied at the moment.
(Y/n) smiled. “I think I’m ready to make that commitment with you. Let’s go to my room.”
Once Spencer closed the door behind them, (y/n) went to unbutton her shirt, but he put his hands over hers and murmured a “Let me.”
Slowly, he removed her clothing, layer by layer, and kissed every inch of new territory there was to explore. The feeling in (y/n)’s stomach intensified with every touch, and she shuddered as his hands raked down her sides.
“Did you know,” he murmured as he kissed her forehead. “That your eyelids are one of the most sensitive parts of the human body?”
“No, I didn’t,” she breathed.
“Well, they are.” As if to prove his point, he kissed each one, sweetly, tenderly.
“How are you so perfect?” (Y/n) asked, smiling softly up at the man she loved. “What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?”
“You suffered for the extent of your love. You walked a thousand miles for someone who wouldn’t take a step for you. I don’t know how well I measure up as far as a reward for that suffering, but if I am what you want, then that’s what you deserve– all of me, unconditionally.” The sincerity in his eyes was nearly painful for (y/n), and she caressed Spencer’s cheek, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingers.
“You are what I want,” she assured him. “Only, for now, with less clothing.”
“And you have me,” he grinned.


***


“Explore me,” Reid had said when (y/n) expressed her concern with being out of her depth as far as sex went. “Think of it as science. I am ever your willing test subject.”
Reid wasn’t so sure if giving that woman free reign over his body was a good thing– he might never let her stop touching him.
Every inch of contact with her was like fire. When her hands swept over his stomach, he shivered– when she kissed and sucked at his neck, he wanted to groan. It was like heaven, only better.
“I think I’m ready,” (y/n) sighed into Reid’s ear.
This woman is going to be the death of me, he thought as he sat up to gather her in his arms. If I make it out of this alive, I’ll be the luckiest man on earth.


***


(Y/n) fidgeted nervously as Spencer introduced her to all of his friends and coworkers. So many names to remember, so little time.
Okay, (y/n), you can do this– start from the top. That one is Derek Morgan, that one is Aaron Hotchner, that one is…. Damn.
After introductions were made, all of them sat down for a meal together, and (y/n) couldn’t help but notice the look of pure joy on Spencer’s face. He looked so happy– (y/n) wished she could make him this happy all the time. She knew what his team meant to him. They weren’t just coworkers or colleagues– they were a family, forged in the flames of danger, fear, and a desire to do right by the world, quenched in the blood of those they were too late to save.
(Y/n) understood that kind of bond would never fade.
“Welcome to the family,” Morgan said to her, aside from the group. “Make my baby brother happy, will you?”
(Y/n) smiled. “I will.”
The conversation at the table ranged from nightclubs to office jobs, and all of a sudden, in the middle of their meal, these people didn’t feel like strangers anymore to (y/n)– not with Spencer holding her hand beneath the table and looking at her with love in his eyes. No, this was her family now too. They liked her because they loved Spencer, and whatever made him happy made them happy.
This is the start of something extraordinary, (y/n) thought as she watched the man she loved defend their sex life. Absolutely extraordinary.

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Sacrificial Friend - Part 2

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Sacrificial Friend - Part 2 

Chloe headed straight for Rae’s house the very next morning.  She was surprised that Rae didn’t seem particularly pleased to see her; she just scoffed at the tulips she gifted her and threw them on her desk.  Rae didn’t even offer her a cup of tea until it was obvious that she wasn’t leaving.  But after a couple of hours reminiscing and a bit of giggling it was like old times. Chloe managed to persuade Rae to meet up with her at the chippy the next day to hang out.  She’d heard that Finn and his friends would be there and hoped if Rae saw how fit they were she’d want to watch them running around a field in just their shorts too.  Just because Rae will never get a lad as fit as one those boys doesn’t mean she can’t drool at them too.

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anonymous asked:

I almost forgot to mention but I absolutely love your use of Allura (specifically in the sickfic of Lance trying to be quiet-) cuz not many people portray her as gentle or even nice when writing Langst! I cry from happiness when people have the /entire/ team acting nice to him yessssssss

Aw, thank you so much!

I’ve said it before, but I honestly think that all the characters in the show are doing their best with a shitty situation and while they’re not always going to be nice to each other in the moment, it’s not like they really want anything bad to happen to one another. They really care for each other, Allura included–Allura especially! The paladins are her family now. She may get irritated, but that’s only because they have such an important job and she needs to crack down on a bunch of homesick, traumatized kids to make sure they can do that job without dying. That’s a rough position, and you’re not always going to be able to be the good guy when you’re put in that position. 

I think Allura makes a lot of sacrifices, too, in order to do play her part in saving the universe. She CAN’T be their friend–she has to be their leader, the disciplinary figure. They have to see her as a trainer and as a princess and as a commander. She obviously likes hanging out with the paladins–she wants all their gossip and she was laughing during the food fight–but she makes the sacrifice of her own playful side in order to be their leader. And I think that makes her an awesome character. 

Also canonically, when Lance was down/injured/unconscious early in season one, even though Shiro is the first one to reach him, ALLURA is the first one to call out his name in fear. She worries. She cares. She just can’t afford to show that side of herself all the time. Because she’s too busy being a badass. But it’s still there.

We started talking in May of 2015 at a concert through our close mutual friends and it took off really fast from there. A few days later we went on our first “date.” Little did I know that all he really wanted from me was to be friends with benefits. Because I was bored and he was charming and I didn’t have any other guys lined up, I agreed. we hung out and talked and hooked up for the whole summer. It was fun and we got really close but he still continued to say he didn’t want a relationship. And unfortunately I continued to say I was fine with that because he treated me pretty decent usually, the same as if we were in a relationship (for the most part). The next couple months were great, we agreed to not talk to other people, still no label, but we were hanging out a lot and having fun. When the holidays rolled around I even went to his house for thanksgiving and in December I went on vacation with his family twice. Things were getting serious but I was still giving him his space and trying not to act too much like a girlfriend. We did say I love you though, my first time saying that to a guy. But come Late January, early February, his very best friend broke up with his girlfriend of two years and everything changed. He started calling himself single and talking to other girls on tinder. I knew I couldn’t say much bc we weren’t in an actual relationship but he was breaking my heart. Two days after Valentine’s Day He finally told me I was tying him down (which I promise I was not in any shape or form, I was never ridiculous with my requests regarding our “relationship”) and didn’t want to talk anymore (I said I wanted to end it too bc I’m not gonna be with someone who wanted to talk to other girls even though I actually didn’t). When we were ending it he told me this and how perfect i am and how he would have stayed in a real relationship with me if it was a few years down the road and all these nice things. I would have rather ended it fighting and screaming than him saying this stuff and ending it over the fact that he didn’t want a relationship and just wanted to “experience other girls”. He left me hanging as if he didn’t care meanwhile I cried myself to sleep for two weeks thinking about how he could so easily choose being single over me. Did I really mean that little? Why couldn’t he just let himself be with me if things were so good?

Oh well, his loss. You live and you learn. Onto better things.

29 Tips of Life According to Jenna Marbles

1. Don’t feed your gerbils a pencil because they will die.

2. You should always keep things that you might not think are special now, but you will think are special someday.

3. Always have as many animals as you can.

4. A rock tumbler is exclusively for rocks only.

5. Say yes to things sometimes, even when you don’t feel like it.

6. Be the last person to go to bed when you’re hanging out with your friends on the weekend.

7. Don’t ever mix lots of types of spray tan together.

8. You don’t ever have to take your life seriously, but you should always take your education seriously, and your continued life education seriously.

9. Just because someone dares you to do something, doesn’t mean you should actually do it.

10. Don’t ever get too wrapped up in the present moment and your present troubles.

11. You can avoid many embarrassing adult moments by learning how to use chopsticks at an early age.

12. If you ever find an abandoned shopping cart, keep it (especially if you live in a city).

13. Always be as prepared as possible.

14. Don’t ever put gack or gum in your hair (it won’t come out, you’ll have to cut it off).

15. Don’t ever directly inhale a bunch of incense.

16. If you find something that looks like a lighter in a room that you’re staying in, don’t try and click the little thingy to turn it on; it’s pepper spray. And once you spray yourself in the face with it to keep embarrassing you after the fact, while you’re coughing and spitting, they’re going to have to evacuate the whole floor because everyone else is coughing and spitting too so just keep it in the drawer and just don’t touch it.

17. Don’t ever eat a pound of celery in one sitting.

18. Robert Redford is not a President-turned-actor.

19. Don’t trust cats or ferrets.

20. It’s probably not the safest thing to let your kids play with power tools.

21. Craigslist is actually the best place to find roommates and friends for life (it’s the friend of a friend of a friend on Facebook that you have to be worried about).

22. Always find the humor in everything.

23. Don’t ever put up with people’s bullshit. Ever. Not even a little bit.

24. Acrylic toenails are gross.

25. No matter how dope you think they are, don’t ever wear loose shoes on a roller coaster. They will go flying off into another dimension.

26. Don’t ever let someone else convince you that what you like to spend your time doing is a waste.

27. Don’t ever have a pet (or even a baby) if you don’t like being scratched. It’s just gonna happen.

28. Always talk to everyone.

29. If you always put out positive energy into the universe, you will get it back. If you just wake up in the morning, and you think about how grateful you are to have clean water to drink and food to eat, the rest of the day is fucking easy, man. Just small stuff that you take for granted, the fact that maybe you’re healthy or that you have a family that loves you. Focus on the things that you have, and not the things that you don’t have, and always be kind to other people, and you will always get it back. You can get anywhere that you want in life without fucking other people over and without being a jerk. You don’t have to climb a ladder, you don’t have to compete with people, you can just do the best that you can and that is good enough.

Thanks to jennamarbles for lending the world her knowledge. <3