i had to delete so much to make this work ugh ; ;

You. Need. To. VER.I.FY. ME!

I work call center support for wireless services in a local telecommunications company. Our company provides a service called Lifeline. The majority of Lifeline customers CALLING(Not ALL, just the ones calling in) are incredibly unstable, difficult to work with, hostile, paranoid, sometimes just plain verbally violent, and much much more!

I just took this call a few calls back and have been typing this up between helping customers with all their facilities in order. I’ll be (M)Me and she’ll be (LL)Lifeline Lady.

M: Thank you for calling WirelessSupport, this is Me speaking, how can I help you?
LL: Hey, can you hear me?
M: I can hear you very well. How may I help you?
LL: Let me turn this up so he can’t hear me. I hear a TV becoming noticably louder in the background, but not to obnoxious levels. Can you still hear me okay dear?
M: Yes.

LL: Okay. So this guy upstairs, he’s been hacking my phone, and my TV, and well anything he can find of mine. He keeps deleting my voicemails, I need you to help me get them back. How do I get them back?CnUgetThmBck4MeINEEDTHEMNOW! Basically screechy gibberish at the end.

These could be voicemails of a lost one, doctors messages which if missed are the end of the world for Lifeline customers, big emotional stuff. I prepare for the worst, or I thought I did…

M: Sadly, if voicemails have been deleted and you don’t have a phone model that saves them, they are gone.
LL: I have the SIM card. They were saved on the SIM card. You need to tell me how to recover them from the SIM card.
M: Ma'am, Voicemails have never been saved on the SIM card. A SIM can barely hold one standard quality photo or a handful of contacts, but definitely never voicemail.
LL: How do you know what I did and didn’t save on MY. SIM card?
M: Again, a SIM card does not have enough room to save any audio or video files to it. If they were deleted from the voicemail system and you didn’t have them saved to the phone or computer(We allow customer to easily download their voicemails to permanently save) those voicemails, are sadly, gone without a chance of recovery.

I was prepared for this. She starts SCREEEEECHING.

M: Ma'am, Ma'am, Ma'am. I understand losing voicemails, especially sentimental ones that can’t be replaced can be devastating, but I need you to calm down and speak a little softer if we’re to look into this more or you need more help. Again, I’m sorry, but can you repeat what you said?

Voice quivering with anger…


I couldn’t miss a beat. I have a chance.

M: Ma'am. I have not asked for your name, nor your phone number. We have not discussed ANY personal information. Please tell me why I need to verify you to tell you that something that is deleted, is going to remain deleted because it is not possible to undelete or recover it.

I didn’t miss a beat. I don’t think.

LL: Ugh. Change my voicemail PIN to something more secure.

Devil smile.

M: That is a very good idea to change the password to something much more secure if you believe you are being hacked. You may want to turn up the TV a little more though, because after Iiiii… verify you, you’ll need to tell me what PIN you want.

I spent TWENTY FIVE minutes verifying her through everything method on the account, telling her unfortunately because hacking was mentioned in the call, I had to verify every piece of personal information on the account before I could make ANY changes. Name, Address, E-mail, Old e-mail, Secondary Address, Password, Security PIN, Driver’s License, answer to 1 security question and the last 4 of her SSN. The longer it took, the more exasperated she got, and we kept having to ask each other to repeat ourselves because the TV was now quite loud.

In the end I got her setup with a new PIN, updated some personal information and security checks that we discovered we very out of date and she never mentioned the deleted voicemails once after the whole "verify me” explosion.

{PART 3} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Thinking that you’re about to be fired, you start panicking about how you’ll survive with no job. Jungkook still can’t answer the many questions he has about you - and he questions himself in turn.

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I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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The Only Exception (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,873

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen

A/N: So many of you were right on. But what’s the fallout now? PS - I had a lot of writer’s block, so I don’t know how I feel about this, but I had to push forward with the story or I’d end up abandoning it.

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The Anatomy of a Blowjob

please place all blame squarely on the shoulders of @caramelkru WHERE IT BELONGS

rated M
read on ao3 here

If there’s anything Bellamy has learnt in all his years of life, it’s that the more alcohol someone puts into his friends, the more ridiculous the texts they send him are.

For example, one time Miller messaged him at half one in the morning asking him if he knew where he could find breadfruit because it was ‘super important’. Another time Murphy sent him the entire Bee movie script, which resulted in his number being blocked for at least a month.

Honestly, those aren’t even the worst of it.

Tonight, he’s decided to stay home, so he’s expecting the usual barrage of texts, as well as a slurred phone call around 1am from someone asking if they can either crash on his couch, or for a drop home.

Sometime after nine, his phone buzzes, and he’s halfway through getting ready to tell Octavia that no, he can’t spare a few hours to come hang when he has a veritable mountain of grading to trudge through, but stops short when he sees that it’s Clarke.

[9:24pm] Clarke: are giving blowjobs like riding a bike???

[9:24pm] Clarke: as in, you never forget how to do it no matter how long it’s been??

His phone doesn’t quite slip out of his hand when he reads it, but comes startlingly close to, and he finds himself fumbling to keep it within his grip, accidentally opening his camera in the process. Meanwhile, the pen cap he was gnawing on while marking essays falls out of his mouth.

The text is still there by the time he rights himself and gets back to his messages, and he fucking pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.

Finally, he manages to gather his bearings long enough to type back,

[9:28pm] Bellamy: How the fuck am I supposed to know???

He’s still staring dumbfounded at his phone, trying to wrap his around all of this, by the time she replies, sending several texts in quick succession.

[9:30pm] Clarke: because you’re the only other mga person in our friend group

[9:30pm] Clarke: well, besides raven, but she only ever dated guys before luna and idk luna that well to ask her about this

[9:30pm] Clarke: but you’ve only hooked up with girls for a while before hooking up with a guy right?

[9:30pm] Clarke: so like, was it hard??

[9:30pm] Clarke: pun intended lmao

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13 Reasons Why (Daveed x Reader)

Sooooooo this took me literally forever to write, but I’m happy with the way it turned out!! Lil shoutout to Becca ( @angeilca-s ) helping me with some of the reasons ;) feedback would be lovely, and enjoy! 

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, it gets a little heated at one part but other than that I think it’s all good?

Words: 5447 (dang this took forever)

One - Constantly distracted

You mindlessly scraped the food around on your plate, your eyes glancing from the food up to your boyfriend, who obviously had something much more important than your three year anniversary on his phone.

“Babe, can you please put that away?” you hinted, glancing down at his phone when he looked up at you.

“Oh, yeah, mhm,” he nodded, sliding it into his back pocket and looking at you. That’s one of the many things that killed you, was the way he looked at you. No matter what you looked like, what you were doing, it didn’t matter. His chocolatey brown eyes bore into you like you put the stars in the sky and made the earth spin on its axis. You sighed and continued eating.

“Babygirl,” he strung out, letting the word slide right off his lips like music to your ears.

“Yes?” you responded, once again giving him your attention.

“I love you, I promise. So much,” he grinned, reaching over to take your hand. He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, something that you had always found calming.

“I love you too,” you replied, smiling back. It was a truly genuine smile. You couldn’t be more in love with the man sitting across from you.

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Best Gift (Tom Holland Imagine)

I know my last imagine was a Tom Holland one too. But today is my baby’s birthday, so I had to do a birthday imagine. I just had to. 

If you haven’t wished Tom a Happy Birthday, then please do! This boy honestly deserves the world.

This was inspired by a request that was submitted to me. I accidentally deleted the request (I’m so sorry to whoever requested for it).  I, however, changed the people in the request. You’ll have to read it to understand. 

I’m also sorry that this is complete shit. Sorry for my potty mouth.

Requests are open (just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

You were exhausted to say the least. In your head you were practicing a lot of things. For example, your lecture to Harrison about butting into people’s lives and making you jump onto a plane to head to LA, where he and Tom were spending the latter’s 21st birthday. 

In your head was also how the situation was going to play out. You’d imagine the two just walking in, all happy and probably a tad tipsy from drinking considering he’s legal in the US. Then he’s see you sitting on one of the beds. Then anger would boil his blood. And he’d probably go berserk and attack you. Then the two of him would have to spend the night of his birthday hiding your body. 

You shook your head. Tom isn’t a violent guy. That would never happen. In truth, you didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the most wonderful guy walk away. But now, here you are. Sitting alone in his empty hotel room, waiting for him to come back so you can ask him to be yours again. 

Harrison knew how hurt you both were. He was there through Tom’s late night cries and his daily nostalgic routine. When he called you the first night of your break up to yell at you for breaking Tom’s heart, to his surprise, you were bawling your eyes out too. You were both completely broken.

And he was determined to fix that. 

Haz was on the phone all morning with Tom’s family members. He wanted to make today memorable for Tom, but they were fresh out of ideas. That is until Paddy suggested to call you. And that’s exactly what Harrison did. 

You were reluctant to go. You would be skipping out on work and spontaneously flying to the States all because it was your ex’s birthday. Not to mention, what if groveling for forgiveness doesn’t pan out? Had you jeopardized your job for nothing?

Suddenly the doorknob had wiggled. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your heart drop. This could go in two ways: you crying your eyes out because Tom rejected you or you dead in an instant. You shook your head again. Tom wouldn’t kill you.

“And I have one more birthday present for you, mate.” Harrison announced as Tom glumly responded with okay. “Look, man, you gotta pull yourself together. Maybe she can help.”

“You make it sound like a hooker’s in here-” Tom lightly chuckled as he entered the room behind Haz. “(Y/)- (Y/N)?” His voice cracked, tears shining in his eyes. Tom took your appearance in. You looked tired and-well- sad. Your eyes were puffy and red and full of sadness. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m not a hooker, but happy birthday, Tommy.” You whispered, tears unexpectedly falling from your face. “I love you.” 

You thought he’d walk out or scream at you. But he did no such thing. Tom stood there staring at you in awe for a few seconds before rushing over to you and crushing you in a hug. 

“Is this real life?” He muttered, you felt his tears falling from his eyes. 

“Yes, babe it is. I love you so much. I’m so dumb for letting you go.” You cried. 

Harrison smiled in the corner of the room watching the scene unfold. Tom and you just held each other in silence as you cried. 

“I love you, too.” Tom whispered back as you both pulled away from each other. He looked over to your mutual friend. “That’s the Best Gift, man.” 

OMG I’m sorry it sucks. I have not gotten used to writing on Tumblr. I’m so used to writing for assignment. I don’t know how to write well anymore! I’m crying! UGH 



A head cannon that’s been floating around my mind for awhile and I thought I should write before we actually get Anxiety’s name, just something I wrote real quick while I was at work #imaterribleemployee

Warnings: none really, some negative self talk

@angstymelon @killerfangirl3 @umbreon-and-chocolate4life @lampisimportant @princey-and-hottopic @obviouslyelementary @dan-yuna @fearinghope (welcome to the list NoHa ;) )

This came about because I was wondering /if/ the sides have always been around then why doesn’t Thomas know them?

(this is set after Taking on Anxiety with Lilly Singh!)

Anxiety sank back into the mindscape with a frown, he was exhausted and he felt horrible. He had refused to be in Thomas’ first two videos, the fear of being rejected, being laughed at, it had been to much. It was only after the success of the first two that he let himself be talked into making one.

We need something big to introduce you, something with a bit of a wow factor.” Prince had said in his typical grandiose fashion.

“Yeah, I mean you are a big part of my life.” Thomas had smiled at him. ~You hold me back. I would be so much better off without you~ he heard.

Despite it all he filmed the video, he hid behind his smirk and was the villain Thomas wanted him to be. Soon the video would be up and everyone would see, they would see how horrible he was. How awful  and cruel, how much he hurt Thomas. They’d be calling for his head.

Maybe it wasn’t too late to convince Thomas not to post it.

He popped up next to Thomas, who had just finished triple checking the video before he posted it. The others were there already, all three urging him to post it.

“Don’t”  was all he could get out, fear a tight ball in his throat.

Prince rolled his eyes and turned back to Thomas, continuing to speak encouragements. Logic agreeing with him. Morality smiled softly at Anxiety, taking his arm and sinking down with him.

“Hey what was that buddy?” Patton questioned once they were in the safety of the commons.

“I am Anxiety.” He said, frustrated tears just prickling at the corners of his eyes.

“Yes?” Morality said in confusion.

“And now everyone will see me, how awful i am. They are going to hate me, they’ll want to be rid of me because I am not like you three. I’m not good. I’m not a side of Thomas’ personality. I’m a disease.” he spit, the words tumbling out of him without his say so.

He looked up to see Logic and Prince’s stunned faces, they must of caught most of that, and he tried to escape to his room but Morality stepped in front of him.

“That’s not true, you are not a disease. You are more that just anxiety.”

“No i’m not, I am literally ANXIETY. Just like you are Morality.”

“I’m a bit more than my name suggests.” Morality’s eyes lit up. “That’s just it, we need new names, to remind us that we are more than just a descriptive moniker. I will be” his voice trailed off for a minute as he thought about it. “Patton!”

“What kind of name is that? He sneered, but Mor–Patton’s happy expression never changed.

“I like it.” he said with one of his signature shimmys.  

“My turn!” Prince said, clearly excited about the idea. Anxiety looked at Logan, who rolled his eyes. “ It needs to be something fit for a Prince, something that evokes heroism and inspires faith. Something noble, like Roman. Yes Roman, that shall be my name.”

“It’s perfect ,” Patton squealed, throwing one arm over…Roman’s … shoulder. They both looked at Logic expectantly.

“Why are you looking at me? I am and always have been Lo….” he cut himself off at Patton’s disapproving glare.  To be fair it was one of the more fearsome glares the fatherly side had ever given. “… gan. My name is Logan.”

Anxiety snorted at him before realizing the three other sides were looking at him.

“What? I’m not going to just make up a name, that’s idiotic. And it’s not going to change anything.”  he growled and stomped up the stairs.

He lay in his bed thinking about the names,  chuckling cynically at them. But the more he thought about it, the more genuine and affectionate his smile became.

The names did kind fit them each. If, if, he was to play along, what name would he choose?

He flicked through dozens of names before finding one that made him feel like, well him.

And with that held in his mind he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

This my first time requesting so I’m a bit nervous…! Hopefully I’m doing this right. May I have a Valentine’s request? What would RFA members + V & Saeran do if they were unexpectedly loaded with work on Valentine’s Day

You’re doing fine! Jumin’s Valentine’s DLC is basically this but I’ll still do it because I’m in the mood to write!


  • He really wanted to spend all day with you
  • But good lord the vet’s office was packed today with single people and their pets (especially with the crazy cat lady who brought in like 9 cats) 
  • When he found out that he was going to have a full day, he constantly called and texted to apologize
  • You were such a blessing because you were so understanding and encouraged him like you always do
  • Right when the last patient walked out of the office his eyes immediately glanced at the clock to see that it was almost 7:30pm
  • He practically floored the gas pedal to make it home by 8:00
  • Upon opening the door, he was greeted by a soothing candlelit dinner
  • Yoosung made his way into the living room to find your form sleeping soundly on the couch, a small smile forming on his face
  • Gently, he nudged you awake
  • “Yoosung…?” you yawned, “You’re home!”
  • He chuckled as you jumped into his arms and spun you around
  • “I made you dinner! Since you’ve been working so hard I think you deserved something for it.”
  • “Honey, I’m the one who should be rewarding you for waiting so patiently.”
  • “Nonsense, I’m doing this because I love you.”
  • He laughed as he led you over to the dinner table, pulling out your chair for you and pushing it in
  • “And because I love you so much, I’m going to spend all day with you tomorrow to make it up to you!”


  • You both knew that Valentine’s Day was bound be a busy day for the bakery
  • But Jaehee, being the sweetheart she is, didn’t want you to tire yourself out so she took over the bakery for the day
  • You spent the majority of the time watching her busily run all around to serve the customers and every time you offered to help, she refused
  • Even though you were a bit disappointed that her attention was taken up at Valentine’s Day of all days, she occasionally gave you a kiss on the cheek when she passed by
  • After a long, long day closing time arrived and all the employees clocked out for the day
  • “Ugh, I’m exhausted…” Jaehee groaned sorely as she plopped onto a seat
  • In response, you made your way behind her and massaged her aching shoulders
  • “I’m sorry that Valentine’s Day didn’t turn out as planned, MC…”
  • “Don’t worry about it! We can always make it up tomorrow or something.”
  • “Hm…I think I have a way to make it up to you…” she said slyly, leading you into the bakery’s kitchen
  • And out of the oven, she pulled out a beautifully delicious looking strawberry cake
  • “Happy Valentine’s Day, MC,” she smiled warmly


  • You groaned or the umpteenth time that day
  • Here you were, alone on Valentine’s Day, eating the chocolate covered strawberries you were going to share with Zen
  • Speaking of Zen, he was called into work today
  • Somebody accidentally deleted the footage for the current movie he was working on, and he had to come in asap to re-record everything in order to get back on schedule
  • Even with Zen texting you sweet messages and apologies every chance he got, you were still somewhat upset that this had to happen
  • You knew Zen had planned out a very romantic day, and you were sure that he was crushed to be separated from you too
  • Finally around 8, Zen came though the door, relieved that he could finally be home
  • “Babe, I home!” he called out
  • “Hyuuuun~!” you joyfully squealed as you ran into his arms
  • “I missed you too,” he chuckled, rubbing his cheek against your head
  • Noticing your confused stare at the basket in his hand, he spoke up, “I’ve planned a romantic picnic on the rooftop to make up for leaving my lovely girlfriend alone on this day~”
  • The stars were breathtaking, the food was amazing, and his warmth was comforting
  • “Maybe tomorrow I should take you to my special place, where the view would be much more fitting for a romantic picnic. What do you say?”
  • “I’d love to.”


  • Jumin wanted nothing more than to spend today with you
  • But his flights were delayed and he couldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon at the least
  • So you were stuck moping at the news while Jumin was stuck on the other side of S. Korea
  • You decided against going outside because you knew that all the happy couples outside were going to make you miss Jumin even more
  • So for the rest of the day you decided to watch crap on your laptop until you fell asleep
  • When you woke up the next morning, you weren’t expecting to find a pair of arms wrapped around you
  • You soon realized that you’re nuzzled up to Jumin
  • It seems that your shuffling had woken him up, “Good morning, my love.”
  • “Jumin…? I thought you were coming back this afternoon…”
  • “I managed to get into another flight, but it seems that I still wasn’t able to arrive before Valentine’s Day ended.”
  • You giggled softly as you planted soft kisses in the crook of his neck, “That doesn’t matter because you’re here now.”
  • “I suppose you’re right,” he smiled tiredly, “Let’s rest more for now, though. I’m still quite tired from my flight and I have reservations at your favorite restaurant for tonight.”
  • “I love you, Jumin…” you murmured, already drifting back to sleep
  • “Sleep well, princess,” he kissed your forehead gently


  • It’s been difficult the past few days
  • An old enemy of Saeyoung’s was trying to get revenge on him and he’s been at his computer for the past few days preventing the enemy from pulling through
  • You knew better than to bother him so you left him be
  • Even though you wouldn’t be able to talk to him at all for a few days, you still brought food to him (they were even shaped into hearts)
  • It took about a week to do it, but he finally routed the enemy
  • You honestly didn’t mind too much that you couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day with him so you let it go
  • But right when Seven finished, he was ready to make eveything up to you
  • That night he dragged you both out in your pajamas and took you in a late night drive in his car
  • He stopped at an open field and gestured you out of the car
  • You both sat on the hood of his car admiring the galaxy
  • Noticing that it was cold, Saeyoung pulled you into his jacket with him and zipped it up
  • “I love you a lot, you know that right?”
  • You giggled and buried yourself deeper against his chest for warmth, “And you know that I love you a lot too, right?”
  • He said nothing as you felt a pair of arms slither around your waist and a chin atop on your head


  • Why did V always have to pick the places with crappy service?
  • The last text he sent you told you that he was stuck in the airport done with his photography trip and that he couldn’t make it home in time
  • But after that, no messages were able to be sent to and from
  • You knew how V was and how he was going to be so apologetic for not being there for Valentine’s Day
  • Not wanting to mope all day, you decided to bake to pass the time
  • Good thing you had a heart-shaped cookie cutter to fit the holiday
  • Tired from baking and waiting for the cookies to finish, you barely made it to the couch before passing out
  • Upon waking up, you found yourself on the bed 
  • As if on cue, V walked into the room, “Good morning, MC,” he chuckled at your confusion, “You looked uncomfortable on the couch, so I moved you to the bed.”
  • You quickly jumped out of bed to hug him, “I missed you, Jihyun.”
  • “I did too,” he let out a relieved sigh into your hair
  • “…Wait what about my cookies?”
  • He pulled back to look at you, “They were burnt when I got back, so I threw them out. Sorry about that…”
  • “Then we can make a new batch together!”


  • Since Saeyoung was having a pretty hard time getting rid of his enemy, Saeran decided to step in and help
  • I mean if Saeyoung and Saeran working together were having a hard time, they had a dangerous threat to get rid of
  • Days went by without seeing the twins out of their rooms and the ever so romantic Valentine’s Day had passed without a beat 
  • But hey, you had no right to complain since they were defending their lives
  • A week has passed since the holiday and they had both successfully gotten rid of the enemy
  • But what you weren’t expecting was Saeran’s sudden heavy affections, not that you were complaining
  • He spent the day randomly giving you hugs, kisses, and even feeding you chocolates he’s gotten from who-knows-where
  • Later on that day while you were cuddling with him while watching a show, you asked him what was up, “Well I missed Valentine’s Day, didn’t I?”
  • Out of sheer happiness, you teared up a little at the fact that he still wanted to give you the missing Valentine’s Day
  • “H-hey, don’t start crying now!”
  • You only responded by giving him the tightest hug you’ve ever managed
Judge [j.j.]

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Request by an anon (thank you very much): Could you do a Jughead x reader where they’re at Pop’s and the reader is cuddled up to Jug in a booth and Jug’s working on a novel, but then the reader gets kinda tense and starts getting anxious, and Jug asks what’s wrong?

not my best but I had to upload something but I had this finished and tumblr deleted it and this is horrible and I’m so sorry ugh I need friends.


(Y/N) (L/N): Riverdale’s Mystery.

That’s the nickname you had earned yourself in the brief period of time you had been living in the small town ‘filled with pep’.

You had arrived in the small town within days of Veronica Lodge, just in time to start the new school year.

No one knew who you were or who you were related to, which was a huge relief to you.

You quickly made friends with the Lodge girl and Betty Cooper (your classic girl-next-door type), which just made your life a lot more hectic in general.

They had convinced you to try out for the River Vixens, which you had no trouble getting onto because you were good at cheer and Cheryl knew exactly who you and your family were.

You had watched in awe as Veronica stood up for both herself & Betty, and by the end of the day, all three of you were ‘newly minted’ cheerleaders, after some begging to Cheryl on your part to not reveal your family history to anyone.

Becoming friends with Betty meant becoming friends with Archie Andrews and later on, Jughead Jones…the third, as he liked to constantly remind everyone.

Within a month of meeting, Jughead had asked you out, surprising everyone, and you had agreed, surprising everyone even more.

In the brief time period that you had resided in Riverdale, you had grown quite close to the beanie-clad boy, just as he had with you. After lots of encouragement from Archie (who was the only one to know about his crush on you), he had gathered up the courage to ask you out, being pleasantly surprised when you didn’t flat-out reject him like he thought you would.

To be honest, you were surprised that Jughead liked you at all. But you weren’t going to say no, especially because you had liked him from the instant that he introduced himself.

One date at Pop’s turned into two, then three, then four, until you were spending all your free time together and everyone knew you were together.

At least everyone except your cousin: Reggie Mantle.

Yes. You were a Mantle at heart, but that didn’t stop you from using your mother’s maiden name. You didn’t want to be known as the football captain’s cousin. You wanted to be yourself.

You had even managed to convince Cheryl to keep your identity under wraps.

The past few weeks had been beatific for you, full of Jughead and Pop’s and plain old happiness. The happiest you had ever been.

You and Jughead had the habit of lounging around at Pop’s, which what you were currently doing.

You sat next to each other, Jughead typing away on his laptop and you trying to work our your science homework. You would occasionally lean into him, giving him suggestions, and he would do the same to you.

That quickly ended with you leaning on him and his arm slung around your shoulder as he proofread his work. You looked up at him, admiring his profile as he read.

His attention was suddenly focused on you as he gave you a soft smile with an equally soft kiss. “Whatcha looking at?”

“Some really attractive kid,” you replied with a smirk.

“Well, gotta make sure he doesn’t win over my girl,” Jughead replied as he leant down to capture your lips with his in another sweet kiss. You found yourself leaning in as well, loving these moments where he was so undeniably cheesy, until the bell on the door jingled.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye and promptly drew back from Jughead and darted under the table, hiding from the familiar head of black hair that you know very well. Reggie.

“Um (Y/N), what are you doing?” Jughead asked tentatively, confused by your sudden actions.

“Hiding?” came your quiet reply.

“From what?” asked Jughead, amused.

“What?” you almost shouted. “You mean we’re not playing hide and seek right now?”

Jughead chuckled before carefully lowering himself next to you, laptop on the floor. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close. “What’s up buttercup?”

You opened your mouth to reply when someone slid into the booth followed by another person. Then another.

You clenched your fists, the action not going unnoticed by Jughead. You felt someone kick you as they scooted further into the booth, the tip of their shoe digging into your ribcage. You yelped loudly, causing the chatter to cease as Reggie acknowledged the sound.

“Hey man. What was that?” he asked as he bent down to check. You slowly turned your head to face him, causing his eyes to widen when he recognized you. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Reg,” you waved awkwardly as you climbed out from beneath the booth. Jughead followed closely.

“What are you doing here with Edward Scissorhands?” Reggie sneered. “You told me you couldn’t hang out because you were busy. If I had known it was because of him I would’ve just taken you straight home.”

“Shut up Reggie,” you snapped. “I’ll see you later.”

You stormed out of Pop’s, dragging Jughead behind you, his face a mask of utter confusion.

“So are you going to tell me what that was all about back there?” Jughead asked, voice laced with suspicion.

You sighed heavily, coming to a stop and facing him. You had been heading towards the river, eager to get away from your cousin and the diner.

“Look Jug, I just don’t want to talk about it,” you replied.

“He said something about taking you home,” Jughead continued. “Is there something going on that you’re not telling me?”

You gagged slightly as you realized what he was implying. “Gross Jughead. No.”

He breathed in deeply, agitation beginning to wear on him. “Then tell me what’s going on.”

“Reggie Mantle is…my cousin. He’s my cousin Jug,” you replied quietly.

You watched Jughead as he took in your features, the truth of your words ringing true as he examined the similarities that you shared with Reggie. You were indeed a Mantle.

You waited for his expression to contort into one of disgust. You were a Mantle . Related to the boy that was dead set on making his life a living hell.

You stared at each other in silence before Jughead stepped forwards, walking up to a fallen tree and sitting down. He glanced at you and patted the spot next to him. You hesitantly sat down.

“I don’t like Reggie,” Jughead began. You couldn’t hold back the tears that welled up in your eyes. He was going to end your relationship.

“But,” he continued. “I am in love with a girl.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“She’s amazing, always has been. She’s always there when her friends need her and she is hands down the most breathtaking person I have ever seen,” Jughead said. He turned to you, frowning when he noticed your teary eyes.

“I love you (Y/N),” he whispered, wiping away some stray tears. “Even if you are related to Reggie. Your family does not define you. You have never judged me by mine so I’m sure as he’ll not going to judge you because your cousin is Reggie Mantle.”

You smiled at him as he leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you too Juggie.”

You walked into Pop’s with Jughead’s arm slung around your shoulders.

You could feel Reggie staring at you from across the diner as you slid into an empty booth behind Jughead.

Soon enough, you were joined by your friends who instantly helped lighten the mood.

And so your evening was spent with warm company, talking about everything and nothing as you enjoyed Jughead’s prescence, not noticing the smug looks he would send Reggie whenever he pressed a kiss to your face.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3


You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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anonymous asked:

This isn't an inconsistency, but you might find it interesting nonetheless. During the Houston con in 2016, Jared launches into a story about eating sour lemons with Gen while visiting the Amalfi Coast in Italy between European conventions, in response to a question about the most romantic thing he's ever taken his wife on. I've always been struck by Jensen's facial expressions during this story, almost like he's remembering it happening... It's on youtube, about 25 minutes into the panel.


first i gotta say that yeah jensen’s face is very sweet when jared tells the story, im sure it was a nice moment for them and he also gets that pensive face like he’s remembering, you’re right 

now i hope you’ll excuse me because im about to elaborate a bit more on this moment

so i found this vid and this one 

and basically jensen doesn’t give a fuck as usual and hets are the fucking worst as usual 

like literally, that girl asks her question “i was hoping that each of you can tell us about the most romantic date you’ve ever taken your wives on” and first we got the audience “awing”, just disgusting (where is that gif of jared gagging when you need it??) but the real IMPORTANT thing here is jensen’s reaction!!!!!!!!!!! JUST LOOK

HE’S FUCKING EYEROLLING AS SOON AS THE HET ASKS HER QUESTION!!!!!!! OH MY GOD he’s so fucking DONE honestly just look at the video, you’ll see 

pics from the other angle (i couldn’t make a gif because the person is shaking, too bad) before and after the question is asked:

he’s so fucking done!!!!!

like what the actual fuck is wrong with hets, who the fuck comes at a convention about a show to ask actors about their personnal lives?????

and it’s even worse since you’re asking closeted gay guys to make up fake stories and making them even more uncomfortable because they have to lie!!


im also really annoyed because look at all those gifs, look at them!  all those gifs were taken from this video but it has been deleted!!! im so frustrated!! because it seemed like a better angle and with this vid i think we could have had a better look at jensen’s eyeroll!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!! if anyone has saved it, make gifs of this moment please!!! 


after the questions is asked jensen rolls his eyes but jared makes a joke so people laugh but jensen isn’t done showing he’s annoyed so it goes: 

jared: i can’t tell you the entire story

jensen: why not we’re already going down that road (while making this face)

he’s not joking there, he’s done with those hets 

and that reminds me of a video where someone asked them for a story about their kids (it was right after they had the first babies) and jensen already didn’t have time for this shit and he says something like “oh that’s it, there’s no more questions about the show, after 9 seasons, now the babies are more interesting” and people were laughing because those dumb hets can’t fucking see that jensen was seriously annoyed, they don’t understand his sarcarm, just like here in houston, they’re laughing without seeing he’s annoyed, just ugh

and then after that they don’t say anything for more than 10 seconds, nothing, just awkward silence because they have to make up some bullshit stories to answer 

so jared obviously uses a moment he had with jensen and says something very genuine which makes it look authentic, and notice how he starts by saying that his story applies to all types of couples and saying that the unscripted moments are the most important and he says that one day “gen” told him “if you buy me flowers on valentine’s day and then nothing till the next valentine’s day then you can shove your flowers up your ass” and excuse the fuck me but that’s jensen talking there (and you can see him nodding a lot while jared was saying it lol)

and then he talks about not wanting his personal life to be scripted like it is during work so what they do is that they go on walks. and excuse the fuck me but how could you go on walks regularly since you’re most of the time in vancouver and gen in the US?? oh i know because those walks are with jensen!! and i can totally see j2 going on walks after work together to relax and bound as a couple rather than just as coworkers just like that moment at the beginning of the show when jensen showed jared a nice spot to eat during wendigo or dead in the water. and then jared tells the story in italy because that’s the only place where gen could have also been, during those bearding trips, and just tell me how am i supposed to believe that gen would eat a lemon raw???? are you fucking kidding me jared???? if she had been there she would have rolled her eyes and dismiss him for stealing them just like she dismisses him when he’s being his goofy self. so yeah that’s a total j2 story and yeah see the gifs at the top for jensen’s sweet smiles

and jensen’s answer is amazing!!! because he doesn’t even bother to make something up, he’s like “yeah yeah the unscripted moments right” and then he just said that it was the honeymoon!!!! he says “we really hit it on the head with the honeymoon” “that was one of the best romantic times” and yeah jensen said the best romantic times he’s had with danneel was the “honeymoon” where FUCKING GINO was invited to and where jensen said at another con HE HAD READ A GOOD BOOK!!! HAHAHAHAHHA!!!! IS HE EVEN TRYING????!!!! you guys remember that?? right?? that con where jensen remembered a book he had read during his honeymoon, that he had picked up because he was FUCKING BORED!!! DURING HIS FUCKING HONEYMOON!!!! where he had “the best romantic times”!!! oh my god jensen is not even trying i can’t believe this omg and meanwhile that dumb audience is howling and squealing like they’re wetting their panties because jensen shared a fake ass story about his fake ass honeymoon just….. it’s so fucking gross uuuuuuuuugh

and notice when he was done with the answer he IMMEDIATELY said a quick “thanks” and moved super fast to the next question!! he HATED that het question omg

it was like that other het question about knowing their “wives” were the ones, and jared was the one to fuck it up and jensen was the one to turn it into a gender neutral answer

so to end what i wanna say sincerely, from the bottom of my heart:


for putting jared and jensen in those uncomfortable situations all that so they can have their little fantasies and be comforted in their fake beliefs that j2 are straight and could be happy with women  

Dating Loki Would Include

Originally posted by lokitty

~ When upon first meeting, the two of you had a disagreement 

       “Excuse me, but did you just cut in front of everyone?” 

           “Well, I certainly do not wait in lines.” 

               “Who the hell do you think you are?” 

                   “I’m Loki, Loki from - 

                        “I don’t care, why don’t you take your ass to the back of the line, I haven’t had my coffee this morning and you’re already ruining my day.” 

~ Tons of sass 

~ Thor liking you more than he does Loki, which upset you

~ Re-locating to Asgard because it was cheaper to live, and Loki definitely wasn’t going to live in your world

~ Taking strolls across the Bifrost 

~ Nearly falling over the edge because you would get too close, Loki getting annoyed by this 

         “How many times must I tell you, get away from the edge.” 

~ Fighting over his scepter

         “We’re together, just let me - UGH!” 

              “I don’t care if you were the mother of my children, no one touches my scepter but me!” 

                   *secretly touching his scepter when he isn’t looking*

~ Being showered with gifts, most of them he stole from Earth 

~ Making love was a rarity 

~ Possessive, rough sex was most likely 

~ Tons of punishment kinks 

~ Teaching him how to use the internet, and him accidentally clicking on a porn site you had forgotten to delete off your history 

~ Reading together

~ Never sitting on his lap when he takes the throne, but sitting on a throne right beside his - calling you the Queen

~ Trying his suit on and posing in front of the mirror, imitating him 

          “I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.”

               “Y/n, what on Asgard are you doing?” 

                     “Oh… um, nothing.” 

~ Scolding him for starting petty fights with his brother, in which makes him frustrated that you always stick up for Thor

        “If you like my brother so much, then maybe you should be showing off your Midgardian self to him!” 

~ Always making it up to him afterward by showering him with cute little kisses, but making sure to heat them up when Thor was around 

~ Comforting him 

~ Breaking up with him after the events of New York, but then getting back together because he pleaded your forgiveness

~ Not taking a liking to his cruel habits, and would block him out for days as punishment

~ Taking trips to Earth to introduce him to your family, but he taking a dislike to them immediately for a reason so ridiculous 

          “Why is your mother so cheerful, you are nothing of the sort!” 

                “Well, thanks Loki… love you too.” 

                       “I prefer you the way you are, I do believe you might be adopted”

~ When finding out that he’s part frost giant, you were quick to turn it into a joke 

           “So during the summer, on Earth, I won’t have to worry about being too hot because you could just cool me off?” 

                “That’s not how it works, Y/n and I don’t think - 

                     “What do you call a cold ghost?” 



~ Meeting an actual frost giant and nearly pissing your pants

~ Watching Midgardian movies that he criticized throughout 

          “Who in their right mind creates a school for ‘wizards’ who just go around waving a stick and speaking foolish language?

~ Kissing the back of your handMaking it clear that you are his, and he does not like sharing 

Not That Easy

length: 1,087 words

genre: fluff

requested by: @igot-scenarios ; I’m gonna do a part 2 of this for you at some point since tumblr was a bum and deleted the like 3,000 word + hella cuter version of this :\

summary: you get paired with johnny on we got married

Originally posted by woojaeibsul

You still weren’t sure how this was happening. But here you were, about to meet your ‘husband’. So many thoughts running through your mind, and you were so nervous you thought you might puke.

Would he like me? Would I like him? What if I know him?

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So this is a light little Sterek drabble I’d ALMOST finished ages ago and then forgotten about until tonight, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Word count: a little under 2k

EDIT: just posted this to AO3 as well.

Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

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It’s not like I have a crush on you.

Hello, Love Bugs! 

Dan X Reader.

Warnings- Adult themes. 

Dan x reader where they are friends who got really drunk and they end up having hot makeout session :^) Much love :* -Anon

The coffee table was lined with little shot glasses, cans and the odd mug filled with a mix matched amount of different alcohols. Dan had a bad week after a video he shot was randomly deleted. Your week didn’t have anything specific that made it bad but it was long. So the two of you decided to drink away your woes. Sure it’s not the healthiest to drink away your pain. But it wasn’t just drinking, it was drinking with a friend while bitching about your day. That is the way to drink away your sorrows. With a friend.

“Why did we pour every type of alcohol we could find in this apartment into a bunch of mugs?” Dan laughed as he grabbed a random mug from the table to take a swig of the once burning liquid. Once because by now after the amount the two of you drank there was no longer any burn to the alcohol content.

“I think we thought would see if mixing alcohols makes you more drunk.” You took the cup from him downing the last of the cinnamon flavour.

“Drunker, I think you meant drunker. God, you’re really showing your intoxication level, my love.” Putting the mug back on the table you rested your head on his shoulder watching the movie that the two of you had put on earlier. You felt a quick kiss to your head. You grabbed Dan’s hand in yours. The two of you never really cuddled or we’re touchy unless the two of you were drunk.

“Why is it you become such a smart ass when you drink?” You gave his chest a quick smack before turning to face him.”Tell me what the video was about.” Dan took a deep breath as he tried to recreate what the video was about in his mind. It was harder than he thought however because his brain was feeling particularly fuzzy at this very moment.

“I don’t really remember the most of it. To be honest it’s probably a sign that it wasn’t that good” You shook your head in disagreement.

“I love your video’s I mean I generally love you and your personality.” Quickly raising your hands to your mouth you were a little shocked those words just came out. “ Don’t take that the wrong way.” Dan pushed the hair out of your face with a little shake of his head.

“So let me fully understand. You love my personality but the rest can fuck off?” you puffed out a little breath like he was obviously supposed to understand.

“No I love you, But I’m not sure I’m in love with you. You’re my favourite. Ugh, I just can’t find the fucking words. Do you understand? You’re my best friend.” Dan thought for a moment before squinting his eyes in confusion.

“Sometimes I feel like it would be easier to understand what you’re saying to me through a semaphore.” It was your turn to be confused.

“Now look at who is using big words while drunk.” You grabbed another mug of mysterious liquid before Dan took it away from you. You gave him a pouty face before he finished the shot. You wanted.

“You don’t need anymore. I don’t either.” You took your thumb and wiped over the bottom of hip lip collecting the little droplet of liquor. Dan smiled as you put the finger in your mouth. “Why you?”

“Why what?” Dan didn’t answer with words. He didn’t need to. His lips were on yours. It was a stronger burn then the liquor could ever give you. The warmth was from your toes all the way back to your lips. Your brain was fuzzier than the drunk could ever give you. Your arms were around his neck. If you were going to kiss Dan you were going to make it like all of the times you had imagined it would be like. It was as if Dan was reading your mind. He wrapped his arms around your hips to help pull you closer. You felt his tongue run over your bottom lip. You opened up to him letting him invade your mouth. He tasted like liquor and mint. It was a weird combination but it worked for some reason. You didn’t want to but if you didn’t pull away to take a breath you may turn blue from lack of oxygen.

“That was.” Dan didn’t let you finish as he crashed his lips back into yours. It was simply and utterly bliss.

not-so-perfect-porcelain  asked:

No matter what I do, I can't make myself try in school. I'm a solid B student, but I know if I applied myself fully,instead of procrastinating until the last minute and handing in first drafts, I could be a ninties student. Ugh. I keep fucking myself over. Advice?

Hiya there!
omggg i understand. i really do. this happens to me too :((
thing is procrastination strikes at times just as this & youve got so much potential & can easily score well. but dont worry, with some time, hard work & patience you can tackle it!
i haven’t put the basic things you find on websites cuz you prolly know/ read em. i put a few things i use & find helpful. 
(sry if somethings sound harsh, it’s just that being honest is the best thing you can do to combat procrastination)

some tips: 

  • do you have a goal in life? a thing you’re working towards? maybe an ambition, or something personal that you want to achieve in life? everyone you sit down to study & feel like you dont want to, remember it. think of it. remember why you stared in the first place. maybe if you dont have a career choice for yourself yet, maybe have some small goal.
    for egs i want to be happy in life. if that’s your goal, do something that makes you happy. prioritize things that make you happy. 
  • a lyric by eminem i stand by:
    ‘look if you ever had one shot or one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment, would you capture it or just let it slip?’
  • procrastination is the thief of time. i know its cliché lol but look at it this way; you have 2 weeks for an exam, you can either spend 2 weeks spreading out your work load and studying OR you can spend everyday wasting time & cramming in the last 2 days. 
  • what’s something that you procrastinate doing? like for me its reading books or youtube or just scrolling through tumblr. i cut out reading books during exam time & read only at night. i cut out youtube during exam time as well. tumblr is something i come to once a day fr a few minutes. this all took time & it wasn’t easy.
    so cut out things that you procrastinate on. one by one. every small action matters. 
  • try the pomodoro method. give this a read & try it. you can download the app as well!
  • read this from this awesome site:
    “ I have friends who almost never let themselves do the really fun things they want to do during the semester.
    They’ll talk about how much they want to play a certain game or watch a new movie, but when I suggest that they just go play it, they’ll say: “I really can’t; I have way too much homework and I’d feel guilty.”
    Five minutes later, though, I’ll see them scrolling through their Facebook feed.
    I call this low-density fun.
    Scrolling through your news feed or watching a few funny videos on YouTube is easy, and it’s sort of fun to do.
    However, because it’s so easy and feels so unlike “real” fun, it’s easy to not feel guilty about it – which leads to a lot of procrastination.
    The solution? Commit to having your high-density fun.
    If you want to play a video game later, commit to starting it at 8 p.m.
    Then, make sure all your work is done by then.
    Let your high-density fun create a deadline that propels you into focused work. “
  • a quote i LOVE:
    “effort never betrays you”
  • try the 2 minute method. 
    study for JUST 2 minutes. and then maybe just 2 more minutes? then maybe just 2 more! 
    trick your brain like this. trick your brain into thinking that studying is actually fun & that you’d want to do it just for 2 more minutes & keep going on. it really works for meeee!
  • try this study method: 
    • do the easiest or most fun thing the first
    • then do the hardest
    • then the 2nd hardest
    • then something that HAS to be done
    • then finish off with something easy & fun!
  • eat the frog lol pls not really
    if you have something which you HATE doing, do that first. finish that first & then go ahead with the rest.
  • is there something you really like doing? for egs if you loooove chocolate, you can buy a small stash & keep it away. then you sit down & do some work & then IF and ONLY IF you’re satisfied with yourself, indulge in yourself. if you’re unhappy with the work done, do not take it.
  • if youve got a lot of things to do, make a timetable for yourself or a to-do list. also allocate an hour of activities/ exercise/ something you can do to get fresh air. it gets the blood flowing & helps a lot!
  • if its a subject you hate:
    just using my egs here, i hate physics & I’m bad at it but doing sums & questions make me happy cuz then with some hard work, i get the correct answer! so if you have a subject such as this, try to do something which helps you get an answer which might motivate you!
  • if you’re an audio learner (you can find you which type of learner you are here) try listening to some videos while you jog/ exercise. Khan academy (an app) lets you download the videos you want and u can listen to em offline. they’re really really good!!
  • if you know what type of learner you are, study using those methods!
  • think of the effort you have put in, in the past few years!! youve been in school for so long & if you dont put in the effort for this year, you’re basically wasting the time you spent in the past few years!
  • think of the effort, time & money your parents put to get you this education. work hard & make em proud ☺️
  • do you have a park in your area/ a coffee shop/ library? go there, DO NOT GET WIFI!!! delete all the games off your phone  a well if you want to, & study there.
  • think of all that you can do for this world. youve got so much potential & so much to give. why waste it? 
    if you ever fail in anything, that is okay, you can always try again! just remember, its the effort that counts.
  • be a sincere student. you’re not only lying to your teachers, you’re lying to your parents & yourself.
  • if it really gets out of hand, call your mum/ dad/ sibling t sit with you in the same room & study while they’re there, or better, teach them! that way they can call you out when you’re wasting time.
  • switch off your wifi modem? ask ur family members if its okay lols
  • give ur phone/ computer/ tablet/ etc to your patents, tell em to lock it in a cupboard & not give it to u. tell them to hide the key as well 😂
  • study with friends if that helps you! prom each other when you waste time 
  • try fear?
    the day before your exam, work up all the things that might happen if you dont do your exam well or if you dont study. that might get your motors running? warning: this is kinda pessimistic. this is not for everyone. also if you have anxiety pls ignore this 
  • remember, just be you. having fun is no crime but trying to escape your responsibilities is well kinda. try to get eternal happiness NOT momentary happiness.
  • do not let the toxic mixture of laziness & fear mess everything up 
  • watch this 😂 
  • watch this as well! then get back to work k!!
  • this post by @emmastudies on how to beat procrastination is v v good!!
  • make a good timetable if you’d like & stick to it. again u can force your fam to help u
  • discipline is MUST. try to follow a strict routine!
    “suffer the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.”
  • do NOT compare yourself to others.
  • everybody makes mistake, everybody has those days but the goal is to nOT make the same one again. try not to!
  • look, you can do it. set your mind to it. sit down, get your things out & just begin.
    i know you can. YOU know you can!!!! the only thing stopping you is you. do not let your dreams be crushed by a the needs of momentary happiness.

sry if this post is kinda long oops
i hope this helped! 
ace this, hun! you can do it. if you ever want to talk/need help, pls do send me an ask/ message.  
i know that its hard to break procrastination but trust me, you will get over it. just keep trying, k?
take care & good luck. 💕

The Babysitter’s Club: Tim and the Toddler

A fic for @komadoriwonder​ .
Set in Cor Et Cerebrum Continuity and a follow up to “Jason’s Gots Kids?” 

Rated: G
Gen/Family Bonding
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Isaac Wayne, Damian Wayne, Kiran Devabhaktuni
6463 words
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The Babysitter’s Club: Tim and the Toddler

The ceiling fan whirs slowly above the bed while Tim stares at it and holds his cellphone to his ear.

“But why me?” he asks, in a voice that sounds too close to whining for his own comfort. “I don’t know what to do with a baby.”

“He’s not a baby. He’s three,” Jason answers. “And he likes you.”

This point seems feeble to Tim.

“Isaac likes everyone. What am I supposed to do with him? Why can’t Alfred watch him?”

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Control Ch. 3

This chapter is lighter, no smut, nothing too dramatic, just Jumin and MC getting tense. I’ll be back a little later to post some slightly smutty scenarios. Hope you still enjoy this!

You turn your head to find Seven and a soft smirk. You scoff lightly.

“You know damn well what I’ve been up to, Seven.”

“Yeah… I just wanted to brag a little. Go on, tell everybody.”

“Tell what?” Jaehee asks, confused.

“I just started this internship at this publicity agency. Seven might have or might have not sent my résumé to them, since I don’t remember sending one myself.”

“You need to start eating food with omega 3 to stimulate your memory, MC, you’re too young to keep forgetting things.” He smiles teasingly, you just roll your eyes and smile, the first true smile of the day.


“There’s something I’ve been wondering if you’d be willing to try.” He says, looking down, you swear he is even blushing a little.

“Go on, tell me.” You say, your hand grabs his in reassurance.

“Remember when you told me I should research things that can be of my interest in bed? I did a little one…”

“Okay. And?”

“Well, I’ve been interested in bondage, MC. Do you… do you know what bondage is?”

“I do, yeah… what about it?”

“I… right, just… know I don’t want to hurt you, MC. And it’s not about restraining you or… it’s just…”

“Having me under your control.”

He lets out a breathless chuckle. “Exactly. I… hope you don’t get me wrong on this, my love.”

“Jumin, honey… it’s fine. Don’t feel bad for taking interest in new things and wanting to try them. Stop repressing yourself, you did this for too long now…” now your both hands hold his. “So, uhm… what will you use to tie my wrists?”

This moment earned a new meaning to Jumin as months passed by. It used to be a sweet memory, the exact time when he knew that no matter what, he could be comfortable on his own skin when you were around, you made him feel comfortable, adequate, normal… happy for having someone who could understand him and support him.

Now, it’s a reminder of how stupid he was over you, it was a warning about who you really were, and he was so caught up under your spell he didn’t even notice. His lack of good sense hit exponential numbers when it concerned you, and maybe still does, since the first thing he did when you walked in that hall for that party was saying huskly “We need to talk”, dragging you to the closest empty room and… well, not talking at all.

But… what would he even talk about? He said it all that night you left, you probably said everything as well. You were scared of him, you lied and he couldn’t forgive you for lying. Neither of you could trust each other. Period.

So why is he still thinking about this? Why did his body claim yours so naturally in that room? Why watching you smile sweetly and laugh of Yoosung takes him back immediately back to that afternoon you showed up at his penthouse and introduced yourself as MC from the messenger?

“You missed this too, huh?” V comes behind him and rocks his shoulder playfully, waking him up from the trance. “RFA parties.” He explains, almost guessing Jumin was wondering if he was talking about something else.

“This isn’t a RFA party, it’s a C & R event.”

“Well, it’s a party, RFA is all here, so… no, but come to think of it, the guest list wasn’t in charge of the guest’s list coordinator, so yeah, it’s not a RFA party even though the whole RFA is here after a long time.”

“RFA and an intruder. Why did you invite her?”

“I told you. I wanted to call a meeting for RFA members. Last time I checked, MC is still a member.”

“Because Luciel didn’t delete her user from the server, even though she doesn’t log in for months.”

“Oh, so you noticed too?” he grins, and Jumin rolls his eyes. How couldn’t he notice, you were online in almost every chat before… all that.

“I don’t want her here, Jihyun. After everything she did, I…”

“Yes, but you see, you keep not telling me what she did that was so despicable, so… if I don’t know, I can’t judge, so she’s welcome here. And I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

Jumin watches as everybody in that table is laughing, even Jaehee, he rarely sees her smiling so genuinely, of course you are playing a role in this.

“Knowing you, you wouldn’t judge her even if I told you what she did.”

“Try me.”

“Nice try. I… I don’t even want to think of this again, so forget it.”

“I will. But then you can’t complain about having her here. Come on, let’s mingle.”

Jumin walks to that table as if his shoes are stuffed with iron, he’s almost dragging himself there, feeling completely inappropriate as your back is getting closer, the same back he had against his body some minutes ago… ugh… how can something so good at the moment make him feel so nauseous a little later?

“Finally! I was wondering if you guys left!” Zen greets them with a teasing tone.

“Of course not, we were just playing hosts, maybe you all should do the same. This is a RFA event, even though it doesn’t look like one.”

“We will, we will, after we catch up on MC’s life a little…” Yoosung shrugs and doesn’t even look at V. You chuckle, some things haven’t changed…

“I told you. There’s nothing much! I started at this internship. Yes, Seven, thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He raises his Dr. Pepper can.

“And uhm… well, I’m working on my term paper, as I’m about to graduate and… that’s pretty much it.”

“Yeah, yeah… we heard about this already. What about your love life, MC?” Seven gags on his Dr. Pepper, Yoosung and Jaehee stop breathing. You knew this was coming, Zen wouldn’t waste an opportunity to make Jumin uncomfortable, he doesn’t even know what happened, but he definitely took your side, and he probably waited for this moment in a while, you can even imagine him rehearsing this exact line.

“I see you’re still smooth, Zen. If you want to ask me out, just do so.” Zen gasps a little, then he blushes and looks away. You smile in satisfaction, and though you cannot see him, you’re pretty sure Jumin is smirking a little too… not that you care, you just can’t let Zen use you to affect Jumin.

“I’m glad you’re catching up, but I think we should take this moment that everybody is together to discus about the elephant in the room.” V says bluntly.

“Yes, RFA’s future.” Jaehee states, taking a sip of her wine.

“What future? We haven’t even discussed hosting parties after MC… left.” Seven says while typing on his phone.

“And now she’s here, that makes me assume she’s willing to… go back to her duty.”

You knew this subject would be brought up eventually, but you didn’t really prepare yourself for a definitive answer, which is probably what V wants.

“I would want to put this for a voting.” Jumin says looking at his wine.

“Put what for a voting?” you turn your head like your worst enemy is ready to stab you on your back.

“Your permanence as RFA guest list’s coordinator.” His eyes meet yours, all you see is coldness.

“I see. Putting it for a vote implies you have grounds on why I shouldn’t stay.”

“I was about to get there. Yes, I do. My grounds are that you were absent from your duty for half a year, which makes you unqualified for this job.”

“I logged in to that chatroom almost every day. There was nothing about a party, so I decided to focus on college.”

“And on work?” he asks bluntly, but only you can sense the judgmental tone.

“Yes. You got a problem with that?”

“What you do with your life is none of my concerns, MC.”

“Thank you, so you do admit putting it for a vote is pathetic.” You turn your back on him. What is this taste rising in your mouth? Victory?

“I don’t think putting it for a vote is pathetic.” Seven says, his eyes finally look away from his phone. What the fuck? “I think it would be interesting, somehow.”

“Seriously? Why?”

“Well, V wants her to stay, and though V is our so called leader, decisions concerning RFA’s future should be decided for all RFA members. But that’s just what I think.” And he goes back to his phone. Oh… so this is not about you, this is about V. Everything has been about V with Seven ever since your first RFA party.

“Couldn’t agree more, Luciel.” V says, Seven doesn’t answer.

“Well… I think we have a good fair of members who want this voting…” Jaehee says carefully, but when she says “great amount” you know she means “V”, sometimes you think she respects him more than her own boss. “I won’t oppose.”

“Fair enough. Let’s put it for a vote, then.Oh, and since I’m in trial here, apparently, I’ll abstain my voting.” You say, you didn’t want to come off so salty, but it’s impossible.

“I think MC should stay.”

“Me too.” Zen and Yoosung don’t even think, they just answer. Gogh, you missed Yoosung so much! And Zen… is obviously trying to make it up for trying to use you before. You know his intentions are always good, but if Jumin is in the way, he lacks a little bit of good sense… hum, funny, you could be easily describing yourself  right now.

“I’ll… abstain myself.” Jaehee says looking down, then she throws a quick glance to you. And, with that, you know you have her loyalty, but… she can’t really compromise herself with her boss like this. You glance back and smile at her in reassurance. No words need to be exchanged between you.

“I vote for her to leave, as I explained my reason before.”

“Reasons would imply that you’re being reasonable, Jumin. Which is not the case.” You mutter.

“I… also vote for MC to leave.” V says. What? Oh… you might have his assistant’s loyalty, but of course you wouldn’t have his best friend’s. And V probably knows all Jumin’s side on this. Ugh… that’s so stupid.

“Okay, so It’s a tie. Seven has the deciding vote.” Zen says, all the eyes in the table go straight to him.

Seven keeps typing without any expression in his face. At this point, you don’t even care what he decides, you have no clue on what he’s thinking! Even Jumin is easier to read for you.

Do you want to stay? Do you want to leave? Is it worth staying in a group where two people don’t consider you welcome? But is it right that you leave just because one of these people is your childish scared of conflicts ex-fiancée? You… honestly don’t know.

“Luciel… what’s your vote?” Jaehee asks impatiently.

“Hmmm… what do you think I should vote for, MC?”

Chapter 4 will be out next week!  

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He’s Got You High

For @a-simple-rainbow. ♥♥♥

She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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