#and you don't want to be trying to set up an agreement at 3am I'm sure

[cat-with-no-name]

Also, if you live in a dorm building on campus, that's another reason to make sure you're checking your email regularly. That's how the administrative staff for the dorm will get in touch with you, including things like packages you ordered to the mailroom (and warnings about when they will send your packages back to keep the mailroom from getting overfull), when they will be turning the heat on for the winter, or maintenance checks and repairs needed for your dorm room.

Know what the front desk at your dorm building can provide for you. My front desk provides toilet paper, has games you can borrow, can lend you the key to the kitchenette, and can help you get back into your dorm if you lock yourself out on accident going to the bathroom at 3am. If you have a problem and you need to use something longer than you're supposed to - say your dorm hall checks out spare keys for 24 hours to students who lock themselves out and you left your key at home over winter break, so you have to borrow the spare until your mom mails it back to you - talk to the front desk about that, they'll probably be able to let you take it out for longer. And for agreements like that, *make sure you get it in writing.* An email, a paper, Get something you can reference in case there's confusion about the agreement, like someone on a different shift at that front desk not being told when they're the one who checks that sort of thing.

Actual good first-time college student advice:

Wear jeans/pants that “breathe” and bring a sweater, even if it’s scorching hot out, until you know which building blasts the AC to 60 degrees F and which feels like a sauna

Backpacks with thick straps are your friend!  Messenger bags are cool and all but if you’re commuting with a lot of stuff, symmetrically styled backpacks are better for your back

You are your own person and you can walk out whenever you need to or want to, so long as you’re not disrupting the class.  Meaning you can go to the bathroom without permission, take a breather if you’re anxious, answer an important phone call, etc.

If you don’t like the class on the first day, if you can- DROP THAT CLASS AND TAKE ANOTHER ONE!  It’ll only get worse from there!

If you can, take a class outside your major; it’s a good break from your expected studies.

You are in charge of your schedule.  Your adviser and guidance counselor is there to ‘advise and guide’ but if you don’t like certain classes and you can substitute for others, that’s your choice.

Consequently, if you are changing anything drastic in your plan, talk with your adviser and instructors.

Pay attention to your credit hours and grades.  Never leave this to the last week of school, you will be sorry and stressed beyond belief!

Unless it’s a lab book or otherwise specified, go to the class for a week or so before buying an expensive textbook.  Some classes, while having it on their required list, do not actually use the textbook a whole lot and you might find some of it scanned online.  Rent if you can or buy used online (schools actually don’t give discounts).  Use your best judgement on what you think you need.

Tell the people who go up to you selling or advertising things you are not interested in that you are in a rush to class and don’t have time to listen to them.  It’s less rude and they’ll leave you alone.

The smaller the class, the better it is to have some sort of acquaintanceship with a couple classmates.  They might save your ass if you are absent one day or need to study.  And talking with them makes the time go by faster without it being so insufferable.

You don’t need to join a club or sport, but internships are cool and useful!

If you can afford it, take a day off once or twice each semester if you’re too exhausted.  Just be aware of what you missed and if it was worth missing!

Your health is the most important, this goes for mental health too!!  Note: College-age/upper teens is when mental disorders like depression and anxiety are most commonly diagnosed.  Most schools have therapy services, especially during exam time.  Look into it if you need to!

Communicate with your professor if you are having trouble with something.  Anything.

Eat and stay hydrated.  Bring a water bottle and snack to class.

All-nighters will happen but never go over 36 hours without sleep.

It’s going to be hard and there will be times you might think about giving up.  This WILL happen.  You just have to make sure what you’re doing isn’t making you absolutely miserable and/or there is something rewarding and positive to look forward to at the end!

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member disappears after an argument with her favourite unnie part 2

A/N: I got some asks on Wattpad, special mention to ChristinaJerlynAbiva, to do a part 2 of this request and I loved writing it, tysm for the support and for enjoying what I wrote! I hope the anon that gave me this idea likes it! :) (Ik it's angst but it's so good, like?? Ily anon)

The request: can you do a twice 10th member where Y/N gets into an big heavy argument with one of the members which causes her to leave upset for hours without her phone, worrying everyone especially because they have no way of contacting her. When she comes back it's around 3am and she comes back all bloodied, bruised, and disassociated not really speaking. (I know it's angsty sorry) 

Part 2: Can we have a part 2 to this where Y/N tell the member what happens if its okay with you and I really love your story so hopefully you can make this one thanks <3

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the days that followed Y/N's return, TWICE hovered around her, offering unwavering support and comfort. They had all been deeply shaken by what had happened to their youngest member, and their primary concern was her well-being.

It was a quiet evening when TWICE's honey finally mustered the strength to share her ordeal with the group, her family. They had gathered in the living room of their dorm, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains. Y/N took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly, as she began to recount the events of that fateful night.

Y/N - I went for a walk... 

Y/N told them, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Y/N - I was so upset, and I needed to clear my head. I didn't go far, just along the riverbank.

Tzuyu wrapped an arm around her only dongsang, offering silent support. The others listened intently, their expressions a mixture of anger and concern.

Y/N - I was walking lost in my thoughts, when I noticed a group of men up ahead. I didn't think much of it at first, but as I got closer, they started taunting me, making nasty comments. I tried to ignore them and walk away, but they followed me.

Mina clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. Nayeon's eyes blazed with anger, and Jeongyeon's jaw was set firmly.

The maknae's voice trembled as she recalled the fear she had felt that night. 

Y/N - I kept walking faster, trying to get away, but they grabbed me. They... they pushed me down, and I... I fought back as best as I could.

Dahyun, always the cheerful soul, had tears in her eyes. 

Dahyun - Love, I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

Not wanting to begin crying and stop the story, Y/N started talking again without answering.

Y/N - They took my phone and they... they beat me up. I don't even remember how I managed to get away from them. It's all a blur after that.

Sana placed a comforting hand on their girl's shoulder, her eyes filled with sympathy. 

Sana - You're so, so strong, sweet girl, for making it through that.

The younger girl nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. 

Y/N - I stumbled around the streets for hours, not knowing where I was or how to get back. It was only when I saw the sun rising that I realized I needed to go back home.

Jihyo, her heart heavy with guilt, reached out to her child. 

Jihyo - I'm so sorry, babygirl. You're my kid and I can't believe my words led to this.

Y/N looked at Jihyo, her expression a mix of forgiveness and understanding. 

Y/N - It's not your fault, mama. We were both at fault. We let our anger get the best of us. And even after all that, you're always gonna be my Omma. 

Momo, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. 

Momo - We're here for you, bae. You're not alone in this. We'll do everything we can to help you heal.

Jihyo, determined and protective, nodded in agreement as she practically growled her next words. 

Jihyo - First, we need to get the police involved. Those men need to be held accountable for what they did to my child.

With Y/N's consent, they called the police and reported the assault. The officers assured them that they would investigate the incident thoroughly. TWICE provided any information they could, including the location of the attack.

As they waited for the police to arrive, the members enveloped their angel in a warm embrace, reaffirming their unwavering support. Tears flowed freely, but they were tears of solidarity and love.

When the police arrived, they took TWICE's sunshine's statement and promised to do everything in their power to bring the perpetrators to justice. The girl was overwhelmed by the professionalism and kindness of the officers, and it gave her a glimmer of hope that justice would prevail.

In the coming weeks, TWICE became fiercely protective of Y/N. They accompanied her to therapy sessions to help her cope with the trauma, and they ensured that she was never alone when out in public. They also started self-defence classes together, determined to empower themselves and prevent such a horrific incident from happening again. 

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Y/N slowly began to heal, both physically and emotionally. As she looked around at her older sisters, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unbreakable bond they shared. Together, they had overcome darkness, emerging stronger and closer than ever before. And this made them all have only one thought:

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[pennemac]

walk through fire for you (just let me adore you)

Chapter 1 ▪︎Even At 3am

Series Summary- This is my first attempt at writing with criminal minds characters! The show has recently become one of my favorite things to write and ramble about. This is a series of works that are written around an autistic Spencer Reid, and his journey's of finding comfort and joy within his team.

Chapter Summary- Spencer finally reaches out when he's struggling with a bout of sensory overload. It takes a whole lot of courage on his part and a good dose of platonic love from his boss to calm him down. (ft. Spencer's stuffed axolotl)

Warnings/Topics- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Talk of sensory issues, Crying, The beginnings of a panic attack, Platonic cuddling, A good dose of Hotch being a dad through and through :)

I post these on ao3 first! my ao3 is here

Word Count- 1.9k

There's a light pattering of the beginning of a storm outside of the hotel room window, and Spencer is so tired. He has been, in fact, for the last two days, 16 hours, and 43 minutes. 

If Spencer was any semblance of normal, he thinks, he would probably be soothed by the little sounds of rain, but he's not. In fact, it's angering him. It's a constant white noise sound, like television static, but worse, because it can't just be turned off by the click of a button. He isn't even entirely sure why it's making him as mad as it is. 

The sound itself is even making him acutely aware of the way unfamiliar sheets feel against his legs, and the way his hair won't stay out of his face. It's alot, honestly. With every second that passes, the rain makes him more and more upset. None of his usual tactics of calming down have worked so far, either. 

He hasn't been able to read, because his brain felt like it was being drowned out by the sounds of rain against various outdoor surfaces. Music, though he'd never been a huge fan of anything other than soft piano, had also felt as though it was simply accompanying the rain, assisting it in it's attempt to make him breakdown. 

It starts out like this, usually. The discomfort, leading into being easily aggravated, but from then it's everything setting him off. Rain, the constant chatter of a room filled with busy police officers, the ticking of a clock, the texture of his pants, or sheets, or any unfamiliarity. 

He's been trying to sleep for days, but he hasn't been able to. To combat this, he'd been consuming copious amounts of coffee. This had made him more twitchy, antsy, than he had been before. His hands now, even, shake as he throws the blankets and sheets off of his legs. 

The frustration reaches it's peak though, when he has to struggle to pull his socks off of his feet, and tears fall from his eyes as he leans back onto the bed. As he tries his best to just breathe, he remembers how Hotch had separated him from the rest of their team, pulling him aside and out of the crowded room, as if he'd had an innate sense that he hadn't been doing well. 

"Do you need to leave, Reid? I won't make you stay here if it's not going to be beneficial for others or for yourself." 

He hadn't managed to give a complete answer, just nodding, hands curling into his pant legs. "Go with Morgan to the mortuary. I was going to send him alone but the quiet of a car will do you good." 

His boss had moved to lay a hand onto his shoulder, deciding not to when Spencer had visibly flinched. "I am completely serious when I say that you have to stop over exerting yourself. It does nobody any good when you render yourself useless to others." 

Spencer had frowned, not exactly happy with being reprimanded, but he knew that Aaron was certainly correct. 

"Beyond that, though, I understand. I made an agreement when I hired you into this team that I'd be here when you need me. You have to reach out to someone when it's necessary." 

So now, as he sits in the dark of his room, he does his best to remind himself that it's okay to reach out when he needs someone. His hands are shaky as he finds his bosses contact and presses call before he can over think it. 

It's answered fairly quickly. "Reid? What's going on?" 

"I'm- it's not anything serious I'm just… I think I'm gonna have a panic attack and I haven't slept for nearly three days, I don't know how to stop it." 

He knows how weak his voice sounds, and he hates it. His hands clench and unclench in his bedsheets. Tears continue to slip down his face and his shoulders and neck feel tense. 

He hears a the rustling of sheets on the other side of the call before he gets a response. "Can you come up here? You know my room number, yes?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." 

"Okay, come up to my room, then. You're gonna be okay." 

He nods, only realizing afterwards that Hotch couldn't actually see it. He tosses his own phone into the open duffle bag by the foot of his bed. The room he's in is uncomfortably dark, and he hesitates for a moment before he moves to reach into the black bag, pulling out a small-ish stuffed axolotl. 

It's soft, and the eyes are embroidered, rather than buttons or beads, so they feel nice for his hands to run over. The texture is soft but smooth, and he's grateful that it's that rather than shaggy or rough. 

When he's made it up onto the third floor, rather than the second, where his room was, his embarrassment levels had risen and by the time he'd made it up to the door, he heavily considered turning back. 

Spencer's grateful when he only has to knock once for the door to open. 

Hotch stands in the doorway, and this is probably the only time that Spencer would ever see him in just sweatpants and a soft shirt. 

He moves out of the way once he realizes who it is, letting him walk into the room. 

His boss moves in front of him, to sit on the large bed in the middle of the dimly lit space. 

"What animal is that?" He points vaguely at the pink stuffed animal clutched in shaky hands. 

Spencer stands awkwardly across from the bed, his hands fiddling gently with the eyes and the tail of the toy. "It's, uhm… an axolotl. Penelope got it for me cause she knows textures I like and don't like." 

Hotch gently sits back to make room for him. He pats the empty space, hoping that Spencer will take the invitation to sit. He does, watching his own hands as if avoiding looking up at his coworker. 

"Do you wanna talk about what's been happening? It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but it can be a good distraction." 

He nods slowly, tucking his legs in to sit cross legged. "I- the rain. It's like… t.v. static. I haven't been able to sleep because the sheets are so unfamiliar…" 

One hand moves up to hardly brush a tear from his cheek. God, he hates this. Vulnerability doesn't come easy to him, it never has. He knows how tight his breathing is, and that realistically he should start breathing deeper to ensure that he doesn't become light headed but- it's a lot easier to say than to do. 

"Can I touch your hands, Spencer?" 

The man in question gives an affirmative nod and watches as hands slightly larger than his own come into his line of vision, wrapping around one hand that isn't wrapped around the body of a stuffed animal.

"I know it's tough, but can you breath for me? Just a few deep breaths?" 

Fingers flex between Aaron's own, squeezing in what he's fairly certain is an effort to ground himself. 

Tears drop down steadily still, and one lands softly on the back of Hotch's hand. 

A thumb circles slowly in the dip of where Spencer's hand meets his wrist. "I do hate to seem any kind of strict right now, but… Spencer, I know how hard it is to tell us when you start struggling. What I need you to know though, is that when Gideon agreed to have you on this team, and when I made the decision to keep you here, we knew exactly what we were doing." 

A small sob comes from Spencer, and it deepens Aaron's own frown. 

"You are an incredible asset to our team. You are the driving force to solving most cases we come across. There's nothing you could do, or show, or say, to us that would make us value or love you any less. If that means this, or telling us you need a break, or letting through more tendencies or quirks when we're working- all of that is good. You do so good, I jus-" 

He's cut off abruptly when his hands are shaken away and Spencer all but tackles him into a hug, arms wrapping around his neck and face pressing into his shoulder. 

"And here I thought you were always so worried about germs." 

Spencer sobs lightly, tears dampening the material under his face. His legs rest on the outside of Aaron's thighs, his weight settled on his legs. The man below him tentatively brings hands around his back to envelope him in a hug, hands rubbing down to ease the tension where he can. 

"It's- it's so much." 

And this, at least, Aaron can understand. His breathing doesn't even out more than it had, and Aaron would be much more worried if he didn't know that at least in some sense, this would tire him out. So, instead of urging him to calm down as he'd mistakenly done before, when he was less aware of Spencer's diagnosis, he takes a different route. 

"Spencer, name 3 things you can feel." 

Light sniffles come and shaky breaths still echo in his right ear, but he moves to where his mouth won't be muffled. 

"That method of- of calming people down is something they use on kids-" 

"Three things, Reid." 

He huffs a little bit, but obeys. "Your hands." He shifts where he sits. "The- uhm, the bedsheets under my knees." 

One hand goes up to his face, pulling strands of hair back to tuck it behind his ear. "My face is really warm." 

Even though Spencer was right, the method of describing different sensory inputs was something people use on children, it was working well enough for him that Aaron wasn't going to stop using it. 

"Three things you can see?" 

He lifts his head from the shoulder it had been resting on, eyes moving around the room. He looks down slightly. "My hands are shaking." A glance to the left, afterwards, "My stuffed animal is to your left." 

"And your lamp is on, but it's… dim." 

His voice is soft, and it makes him seem small. He feels small too, body trembling under Aaron's hands. 

"Can you smell anything?" 

Spencer moves his head in a gesture of affirmation. "Your cologne." He pauses to pull in a deep breath. "Cleaning products, several." 

He's breathing is beginning to fade into a normal pace, and there's less shake to his voice. 

"Taste?" 

"Mint… my uh, my toothpaste. Coffee." 

Strong hands move up to his shoulders and neck, massaging lightly into the skin there. 

"Hm. What about sounds?" 

There's a silence in the room now. Spencer sits up slightly with realization. "The rain. It's not raining anymore." 

"Mhm. Maybe the universe listened to you, for once." 

He nods softly. 

They sit like this for a moment, Spencer relaxing into the pressure of Aaron's hands, his tears slowly to a stop. 

"Can I… Stay in here? I don't think I'll be able to sleep alone." 

Hotch gives a single nod, and it would have seemed curt, but his face is soft. "Of course." 

Spencer moves slowly off of him, fumbling for the pink toy before he lays down completely. 

Hotch moves to do the same, but notes briefly the distance that had been put between them. "You can come back over here, y'know." 

A tense breath was released and it brings a small smile onto the older mans face as he feels Spencer wiggle back up to his side, one arm laying over his stomach and a head resting against his chest. He takes the opportunity to wrap arm back around slender shoulders, only after lightly brushing stay strands of hair behind Spencer's ear.

"Goodnight, kid." 

"Night Hotch."

[rocklandjbrin]

"Alright, cool." Rock mused. He snorted, movie star? "Nah, man, I'd rather be like, in a band. I dunno if I could keep from laughing, reading lines and stuff." He nodded, as Wade spoke of shying away from attention, "Yeah, I get that." He tried to keep his head low a lotta the time, too. Least around adults. Didn't exactly want CPS called. He had a handle on things. The teen pulled at a chicken wing with his teeth and was none the wiser as barbecue sauce somehow managed to dot the tip of his nose.

A smirk tugged at his lips, with the man's agreement when it came to the movie. "Not very entertaining, for sure. What would the conflict even be?" Rocky! The sound of shattering porcelain and glass. "Trying not to uh, to fail a test?" He released a shaky laugh and took another bite of his food. Maybe some lemonade? Setting the mostly eaten wing down, he cracked open the bottle and took a sip. Sweet and sour and refreshing.

If he saw him around? "Sure. Yeah, I mean, it's got its faults but so does everything. It's a pretty cool place all things considered, but I grew up here so maybe I'm biased." He didn't need his truck washed. Okay... The boy pursed his lips, in thought, but the dude insisted he didn't need to pay him back, "I like workin' for things." He shrugged, eyes lighting up in amusement as Wade went on about giving him a call, "Even at 3am? Wow. But uh, nah. I don't have a cell phone. You uh, you have an email?"

Did he like to read? That was like asking a dog if they liked to play fetch. "Uh yeah." Sci-Fi, huh? "You read any Star Wars?" He resisted the urge to shrug off the question about his old man, eager to get back to geeking out. "He's uh, he's alright, sometimes." Felt kinda few and far between these days, but it wasn't an all out lie. It was complicated.

"I wasn't a fan of mine either." Rockland frowned, tossed a glance Wade's way.

"That's-that's rough... what about-was uh, was your Mom around, growin' up?"

At least his job was another cool topic. "No problem!" Sometimes not so much? "Guess that's probably like most jobs, right? So you just get to pick someone and go for it? You're basically like a dude from the Wild West, checkin' out a Wanted poster and tracking people down? That's so badass." He paused a moment, "What about like, mutants? They ever make a chase trickier?" He could imagine his own fields would probably be quite the surprise in that kind of situation, if he could use them reliably. "You got any cool stories?"

He couldn't get involved. "Aww, man. I dunno, 'm barely a kid. I'm nearly sixteen. But-okay, I'm not twenty-five. Why twenty-five? Why not like, eighteen or twenty-one?" He shrugged off the apology. "'s alright, figured as much. Is there no one in all of New York you could like, partner up with?"

Well that caught their attention alright. A middle finger had shot into the air, directed at a group of teens across the street who were hovering by a Duncan Donuts long closed for the night. The boy beneath the hoodie, propelling said finger, sneered. Just like that, the group of five moved towards him, the tallest, Shacks, sauntering forward with an irritating air of confidence. And to think, there'd been a time when Rockland had thought he was cool.

"You can't seriously blame us, Rocky." He looked to the others with cruel amusement, "It was a prank, get a sense of hum-" Too busy searching for the favour of his crew, he'd missed the draw of the younger teen's fist before it met his cheek.

"Prank my ass, I could've been arres-oof." Rockland was tackled by Archie, the smallest of the bunch, who was about a head shorter than he was, but kinda stalky for his age, and with the element of surprise on his side. Cane clattering out of hand, and across the sidewalk, the lanky teen scraped across the pavement, electric pain radiating up from his tailbone. He caught the breath that had been knocked out of him just in time to catch the thump of a fist to the nose in return. - For Wade

Wade didn't know what to make of this city yet. He'd only been here a couple days and was still trying to get his bearings. It wasn't a bad city, he thought, just cold. Just... really cold when you're alone, like all cities are. Nevertheless, Wade did some hunting and stocked up on other supplies, always wanting to stay on the move. That's how he got jobs, and that's how he kept sane.

Tonight had been quiet enough so far... that is until he heard sounds of a fight. But a fight... between kids? Was he hearing this right? Wade made his way toward the sounds, and sure enough, some kids whose parents were absent and whose bedtimes must be fast-approaching were going at it. Or rather, several kids were beating up on one unfortunate one.

"Hey! Come on, cut it out, what the hell're you guys doin'?!" Wade yelled, hoping to scatter the bullies. "You know better than this, get off him! Don't make me call the cops!" he said, watching as they all scattered... save for one. Wade knelt down beside the boy lying on the ground. "Hey, buddy, you okay?" he asked gently.