now i really need to get started on that paper

4 tips for getting ahead after falling behind

So ‘it’ happened. You got sick, you scheduled too much at once, you had a bad day (or week). We’ve all been there and it sucks. And now you’re behind and you’re feeling overwhelmed. These are just a few tips I have for getting back on track (and hopefully ahead) after falling behind.

  • If you are behind on homework it’s time to prioritize. You’re at a point where it might be worth it to let the tiny assignments that aren’t worth very much sit on the back burner until you’ve dealt with the important stuff. So what are your priorities?
    • Do you have work in a class that you’re doing really well in and you feel like you can set it aside and hand it in late, or you can afford to miss the assignment without screwing up your final grade? Great, set it aside and leave that stress for later.
    • Do you have work in a class you’re terrified of failing? Okay, focus in on that. If you don’t eliminate the chief point of stress first you’re going to find it very hard to focus on anything else.
  • Do you have exams coming up that you haven’t studied for? This is rough but you need to decide whether sleep or studying is better for you. There’s no wrong choice here; it’s different for everyone. I am a ‘needs sleep’ person but my roommate is a ‘stay up and get shit done’ person. If you know you can’t function without a decent amount of sleep then ixnay the idea of an all night all together.
    •  Now that you’ve figured that out it’s time to focus; what topics are you doing the worst in? Get started on figuring out what it is you don’t know. 
    • Also make sure to write down what you do know and keep looking over that constantly so you don’t lose the knowledge you already have. 
    • Now figure out what methods you actually have time for; if you’re in a crunch you may not have time for flashcards. I find that when it a crunch it’s helpful to essentially begin compiling a cheat sheet.
    • Write down everything you could possibly need for the exam as though you were going to be able to take it into the exam. Make it clear! Make it easy to glance at! Don’t waist time on making it look pretty!
    • As you go through creating the sheet make sure that you would know what kind of problem or topic that the concept/formula would go with and how you would use it to solve a problem.
    • The above means that you aren’t just copying over formulas, dates, quotes, etc.; You are committing the CONTEXT to your memory and if need be to your sheet.
  •  Is the problem reading? Heaven knows that’s been mine this week! First thing first: READ for the NEXT class. Don’t start with what you should’ve read last week; playing catch up is stressful and means that you may do a ton of work and still not be prepared for the next class.
    •  If you come across parts that don’t make sense because you haven’t read the earlier stuff skip back and skim those bits. 
    • Once you’ve read for the next class you can decide what the best option is for continuing. 
    • Either start at the back end of what you’re behind on or work your way backwards.
  • Is it an essay? Is it more than one? Okie doke. Break those kiddos down into the sections you think you need; intro, para 1, para 2, etc, conclusion. 
    • Alright, now give those sections titles and maybe like a brief summary. 
    • Okay now you’re ready; pick one section from one of your papers to start on. It doesn’t have to be the intro you just need to get started. I like to start with ones that require a bit of research on my part so that I can really get the ball rolling and start collecting articles. 
    • Then you should either set a timer for about thirty minutes and switch off every time the timer goes off, or (my preferred method) write until you finish the section before deciding which one to work on next. 
    • The real key is making sure that you change sections when you find yourself losing steam even if it’s in the middle of a sentence. Sometimes I start a sentence and then forget where I was going with it and it throws off the whole game so by changing sections you allow yourself to refresh and come back with new eyes.

That’s what I’ve got for now, I hope that some of this helps. I also want to remind you that you are not a bad person for getting behind whatever the reason was. Sometimes it happens even when you’re paying attention so try not to worry too much about it! If you find yourself getting overwhelmed and way too stressed out remember to let yourself breath and walk away for a few minutes. I wish you the best of luck and my ask/messenger is always open if you need anything.

A Breach of Trust: Chapter 23

(Act 1: Chapter 1-9 )

(Act 2: Chapter 10-18 )

(Act 3: Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22)

When Tetsuo slipped back into the office on the morning of October 10th, everything sat exactly as he’d had left it, as though nothing had changed. The papers on his desk had been left untouched. They were printed copies of casefiles Tetsuo had been picking through before he left work on the evening he encountered Reigen, the evening he’d entered the Mogami house, the evening he’d learned the truth of what had been happening to his hazy memory, of what had been inside him.

Tetsuo skimmed a hand over the papers, as though to check that they were even real. They didn’t seem real, nor did they look it. They felt like they belonged in a photograph, filed away in some strictly “before” time of his life, when now he was so terrifyingly mired in “after”. The two weren’t compatible. Nothing could possibly exist from the time when he felt safe.

“Hey stranger. First day on the job?”

Except for Isa.

Tetsuo glanced up from his papers. Isa stood at the edge of his desk, weight leaning slightly into the hip she used to support the stack of papers held between her body and right arm. The stack was easily two inches thick, and Isa did not use her right hand to support it. Both hands were occupied with near identical Styrofoam white cups. Tetsuo craned his neck to see into them. The contents of one were a swirly, milky beige. The other was black.

“Sorry lady. I may be new, but I’m happily married,” Tetsuo answered, catching up with her teasing.

“Haha,” Isa responded, her voice flat. “You’re not my type anyway, beardy.”

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la douleur exquise (8)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 9 | Part 10


I wasn’t myself. After that day on the rooftop with Sehun, my behaviour towards everything and everybody had changed. At the beginning I brushed it off, but the longer I ignored it, the bigger the gnawing feeling on my insides got until I couldn’t ignore it anymore. 

Jay and Baekhyun had both noticed my change in demeanor and there was nothing I could do. Each day felt as if it was a struggle and it’s all my fault. 

The second I accepted this job I had told myself that I would remain professional and just do what was expected of me and go home. That was my plan, which now was slowly falling to pieces. I let Sehun get to me again and this was the result. 

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hey guys! it’s finally summertime and if you’re anything like me, then you alternate between being extremely busy and extremely bored. still, i’m looking forward to the sunny, relaxed days. here are some ideas to make your summer the best one yet! 

the end of school

  • congrats! you just finished another year of your education! now, it’s time to relax (you deserve it) and get ready for next year
  • go through your notebooks, do you really need those pieces of paper filled with doodles? personally, i throw out everything i don’t want but keep anything that i think could be beneficial to me in the future
  • remember to keep in touch with your friends! but don’’t be afraid to make some new ones!
  • deep clean your room! honestly, this will make everything better and make you believe that summer has actually begun! plus, you can pack anything you won’t be needing for two months
  • get started (or make a plan) for any summer work that you need to do. buy those books for english and any textbooks you need. and get a head start on those math problems and worksheets! if you have any problems, don’t be afraid to email your future teachers. they might not reply, but they will appreciate your proactiveness

make the most of your time!

  • make a summer playlist. there’s nothing like jamming out to some summer tunes!
  • clean out your closet. or room. or bathroom. or anything else that gets cluttered (even your phone!)
  • explore! go hiking, act like a tourist in your hometown, go to that new restaurant you’ve been dying to try, travel somewhere new.
  • read some books
  • learn to code (maybe improve your blog?)
  • learn a new skill (a new recipe, dancing, maybe a language?)
  • do some gardening
  • there’s really so much that you can do in the summer, especially when it’s warm out and you have a bunch of free time! go do whatever you want!

before the end

  • make sure you have finished all your summer assignments (very important!)
  • if you want, read through your textbooks or do some research to get a head start on your classes
  • don’t be sad if you haven’t done everything you wanted, there’s always weekends (and winter break isn’t that far away!)
  • get ready for school. for me, this means getting notebooks/binders organized and school supplies all ready
  • enjoy the last few days! 
Horrible (Nick)Names || Hank McCoy x Reader

Authors Note: Based off a headcanon I made to piss @haankmccoy off months ago, enjoy.

Originally posted by hardyness

Hank rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the sleep out of them. He’d woken up with a rather bad headache and as he put on his glasses he noticed a glass of water and an advil; along side a note.

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Let’s continue - Montgomery de la Cruz

Originally posted by thegayfleet

A/N: Sorry that i’ve been so absent lately but I’ve been focusing on myself a little more since it was preatty necessary but I really try to write as fast and good as possible i promisee

Request: Hey I love your writing and I was wondering if you could please write a Montgomery imagine where he has a secret crush on you and asks you to go to prom with him. And even though you have nothing in common since you are the shy and qiuet books and band loving geek you agree to go with him and it’s just really cute and lots of fluff! Please and thank you so much

Word count: 1305

Finally some quiet time you thought by yourself when you entered the library. To be honest it was your favourite place of the whole school. It was quiet and you felt like all those popular kids who judged you all the time would never step foot in there so you were safe. You sat yourself down picked out the books you needed, plugged your earphones in and in a matter of time you were sucked in your cloud of concentration and solving your math and statistics problems like they were nothing. Suddenly you were woken up from problem 8c by someone who sat down next to you with a lot of noise. When you looked up you were shocked to see Montgomery de la Cruz sit next to you. You were probably staring awkwardly when you saw confusion come on his face.

“I thought this place was free, is it not maybe?” he said looking around already searching for a new spot.

“Oh eumh yeah it’s free.” You said awkwardly fast and stuttering. Your safe spot wasn’t a safe spot anymore you thought by yourself. As much as you hated to admit it the library was also you hiding place from Montgomery. You hated jocks, you really really did, but Montgomery had something, he had something that made you blush, something that made your knees weak and made you stare awkwardly cause you couldn’t get your eyes of him. But the past months you had caught him already staring when you were going to and now he was sitting here next to you looking like a god.

“What are you studying?” he suddenly asked bringing you out of your thoughts for the second time.

“I’m doing statistics, I’m at problem 8c, it’s about hypothese testing.”

“Oh what a coincidence I just have this hypotheses and I’ve been thinking about it a really long time now and I really need to know the possibility from it. Can you maybe help me?”

“I’ll try? What is it?” you said while taking a fresh sheet of paper.

“So if I would ask you to prom what is the possibility you are going to say yes?” you were focusing on your paper to write the details down when you fastly looked back up. You immediately started to look around.

“Where are they? Is this a joke? How much are you getting if I say yes?”

“Wowowow chill. I promise you this is not a joke or a bet or anything like that. I honestly like you.” Montgomery said while laying  his hand on yours making your heart almost jump out of your chest. You always wondered how his touch would feel. His hand was big covering yours completely, they were warm and his palms even were a little sweaty. Was he nervous? You were staring at his hand on yours.

“So are you in or?”

“I guess so.” You said with some hesitation

That was 5 weeks ago and now here you were standing in your room in front of your mirror. You chose a red dress with cross over on the back showing mostly all of your back, you took your sisters black strap on heels and channel purse and also some earrings that matched. Your hair was in loose long curls and you had a dark smokey eye as make up and for the first time in 18 years you went with lenses instead of your glasses. You were checking every detail a last time when you heard the doorbell ring. You walked out of your room to hear Montgomery talk to your mom. He was telling such sweet things about you it made you calm down immediately, you were mostly calmed down by the softness of his voice but he also made your heart melt a little by the compliments. You were starting to walk down slowly when his gaze suddenly met yours. Montgomery was wearing a plain black suit with a with button down, the first 2 buttons still open. He had this small red rose in his pocket matching the colour of your dress perfectly. He checked you out from head to toe, his mouth agape. You finally got down and stood in front of him.

“Are you ready to go?” you asked with a small smile, Montgomery was still stunned by your looks.

“You look absolutely mind blowing.” He said.

“The boy is right about that sweetheart. Have a fun night and stay as long as you want just keep me up to date.” Your mom said. The time went by fast and you were having the time of your life. You were dancing like you never danced before and by the looks Montgomery was giving you you weren’t bad at it, at all. Through out the night you became aware of Monty coming closer and closer to you but you didn’t mind. Suddenly the Dj started to play a slower song. Like a real gentleman Montgomery picked your hand and asked you to dance with him. You blushed a little before you nodded affirmatively. You laid your arms around his neck while he pulled you closer, his hands on your lower back. You were on cloud nine enjoying every second when Montgomery whispered in your ear.

“Let’s go somewhere more quiet.” You heard before he took your hand and guided you out. You were confused at first but you decided to just go with the flow tonight and see where the night brought the two of you. You were walking towards his car.

“Where are we going?” you asked

“You’ll see.” Montgomery said before he got in himself and started the car. After a short drive of 20 minutes Monty stopped the car on a dark place and helped you out of the car since it was a little hard with your heels. Before you could ask something Montgomery told you to jump on his back and walked with you through some bushes, making sure you wouldn’t get a single scratch on your legs. When you finally got through, what felt like a jungle, you were looking at the most beautiful view you had ever seen. You were looking over the whole town, with all the beautiful city lights shimmering and the stars shining above you, you were mesmerised when you suddenly heard music play again.

“Let’s continue our dance here?” Montgomery said while walking closer to you.

“We came all the way here to continue our dance?” you asked while laying your arms gain around his neck followed by his hands on your lower back.

“Yeah I kind of was done with all these guys eyeing you up and down, you’re my date not theirs.”

“There was no-“

“Yes they were y/n.” You giggled at Montgomery’s response blushing a little and looking at the ground.

“Do you have any idea how cute you are when you giggle like that?”

“You know I can only handle a certain amount of compliments per day, you’re already way over that limit.”

“Then make me shut up.” Montgomery said confident. You were caught a little by his smoothness and looked with wide eyes in his beautiful brown eyes. You smiled softly before Montgomery cupped your face with both hands and slowly brought your lips closer to his. When your lips finally met his it felt like 10 000 fireworks went off and not just butterflies but a full zoo was released in your belly making you smile against his lips. Suddenly Montgomery picked you up and spinned you around after breaking the kiss.

“You just made me the happiest person alive, I’ve been waiting for this for 6 months already.”

“The feeling is mutual.” You said before kissing him again, you tasted him once and you already couldn’t get enough of Montgomery de la Cruz.

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The bodyguard >> Yongguk, You (Part 2)

Part 1

7 years ago…


You jumped, startled at the sudden appearance of Yongguk as he took a chair next to you. You were sitting in the classroom, studying after a long time of searching. All the other classes were occupied and you needed to kill time before your next lecture.

Looking at Yongguk, you put your hands over your heart trying to steady your heart beats. You didn’t expect anyone to interrupt your peaceful time, plus you didn’t hear him coming in.

“You scared me,” you snapped, hitting his arm and he grinned at you snatching the book from in front of you. You pulled it away from him again. “How did you find me?”

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28.06.2017: I’m apparently already reaching this point when you try to trick yourself into studying with tons of ice-cream (btw, I can totally recommend “Vanilla Pecan Blondie”, its super great!). Sorry for not posting anything original for quite some weeks now, uni was hell these past weeks and some bad things happened, so I wasn’t really in the mood to do anything, taking pictures or blogging included. I’m doing a bit better now again and went home 2 days ago to spend some time with my family during the last lecture-free uni weeks while studying for my resit exam in two weeks and finishing a paper revision until Sunday. Gonna try to get my shit together to finish these last weeks of the semester as good as possible. Hope all of you have a lovely day & are enjoying your summer break if yours already started!! xx Amber 
(edit: I got into a dog fight yesterday and now my right hand is so bruised and swollen I can’t really move it, which is perfect, because I need it for finishing my paper and studying for a resit exam… guess luck isn’t on my side these days)

Studying With Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Jisoo

This is basically just fluff, fluff, and more fluff :’) happy reading! (also it’s low-key ironic b/c i wrote this when i was supposed to be studying for a math test oops.)

- Admin Erin


Originally posted by mountean

  • i feel like Mingyu would be the kind of friend who tries to stay focused but just can’t bring himself to sit still and be quiet when one of his friends is with him???
  • like if he was by himself he would be fine but nO
  • his best friend (you) who also happens to be his crush since forever ago had to have dragged him along to the cafe on campus to study
  • he’d plug his earphones in and be all relaxed and stuff but that’s until you start asking him for help on a few problems
  • his concentration would be dragged away from his laptop screen (not that he would mind it)
  • oh and sNACKS
  • and coffee
  • once you tell him you understand the problem he’ll continue to check on you (aka pester you) every few minutes 
  • it low-key pisses you off but at the same time 
  • it makes you v happy that he cares :’)
  • and just imAGINE
  • “hey mingyu, could you help me out with this?” 
  • and he looks up at you with thOSE EYES
  • and a little teasing smirk on his face like
  • “do you need me to help you with everything?” 
  • and when you protest (”no of course not now shut up and help me”) he’ll chuckle and shake his head slightly
  • “i’m just kidding. geez”


Originally posted by coupd

  • oml i just got so inspired by ^^ that gif
  • i feel like you wouldn’t really need help, but instead you were just working on a research paper or project that you’re really determined to finish
  • and of course you need someone to keep you company while you work (aka someone to help you not get distracted)
  • and so you drag seungcheol to this nice little picnic table on campus, pull out your laptop, and start working
  • your conversation is as follows:
  • “why’d you bring me here if you’re not even gonna talk to me??”
  • “because you need to keep me on task.”
  • and then he flops to the grass and lets out the most irritated groan you have ever heard like
  • you’re scared he’s gonna scold you like that one time you interrupted him as he was writing some lyrics
  • “please seungcheol??” 
  • he doesn’t reply and you roll your eyes, returning your attention the computer screen
  • he lets you work for about fifteen minutes before he stands up and gives you a back hug, resting his chin on top of your head 
  • “i’m bored”
  • “so am i” is all you say as you continue writing
  • “well, i’ll entertain you then” 
  • and then he starts tickling your sides and as your best friend, he knows how ticklish you are there
  • so basically studying with intermittent tickle fights


Originally posted by visual-17

  • OK SO i have a friend who’s taking Intro to Psychology and 
  • this was basically inspired by one of her snaps (on snapchat lol)
  • so after classes one day, when you’re heading to your job at this preschool you work at, Jisoo comes up to you
  • y’all haven’t really talked before now so you’re kinda shy ://
  • “hi, I’m Joshua. you’re y/n, right?”
  • tbh you feel a bit pleased that he knows who you only have Theology with him and that class has a crap ton of ppl
  • you agree and he smiles, showing off his cat eyes and you realize that wOW he’s really cute!!
  • “um… y/n, i was wondering if you could help me out with a project?? you work at the daycare near here, right?”
  • “yeah… why????” (ok this dude is cute as hell but how does he know where you work…)
  • “ah, um, for my psychology class we’re doing this thing where i have to observe little kids, so i didn’t want to seem strange, just walking in without telling someone, so i thought that i should ask you first”
  • “of course! i was just heading there now”
  • when you get there, the little kids all crowd around you (you’re secretly their favorite) 
  • “okay everyone, this is Mr. Joshua, he’s-”
  • “is he your boyfriend??” one of the little girls, Catherine, asks, and a blush spreads across your cheeks like freaking wildfire
  • “nononono, he’sjustheretoworkonsomethingforhisschool!”
  • you spoke way too fast and awkwardly b/c now all the children are jumping around and shouting “ms. y/n has a crush”
  • so let’s just skip the awkwardness between you and joshua and get to the fluff
  • so the little kids adjust to him and they absolutely LOVE HIM
  • when it’s time for their nap he lies down next to one little boy he’s really taken a liking to and he sings a lullaby to him to help him fall asleep and wOW
  • he’s a gentleman, cute, and he can sing exceptionally well!!!
  • in the end, he falls asleep on the floor with the kid and it’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your life
  • holy crap this got really long i’ll stop here before i wreck my bias list even more lol

meradorm  asked:

It's easy for me to do dry technical exercises (like value studies, master copies, negative space drawings of still lifes, whatever) but I can't seem to do anything creative. I really just want to draw fanart and cute comics for my fandoms, but I can't bring myself to do it for some reason. Either I know it'll turn out to be mediocre, or it's too much effort to do something unstructured rather than a clear exercise, or I have some kind of psychological problem expressing myself. Advice for this?

Try getting a sketchbook where you just put your rough ideas and experiments. Having a sketchbook for this purpose kind of helps alleviate the feeling that everything needs to be polished and great. I do this, and it helps me. Let yourself really experiment. 

I also sometimes use plain copy paper, which is nice bc you don’t feel like you’re ruining a page in your fancy sketchbook or whatever. Or even try scratch paper. Whatever gets you to draw fearlessly, even if it’s a bit(or a lot) rough around the edges.

Another way you can achieve this is to use ink! Now you can’t erase. Try not to cross out too much, since learning and just starting is half the battle. 

You have to continue drawing horrible things before anything great will come out of it. Constantly analyze and redraw things you just did. Sometimes redoing an awful sketch better somewhere else on the page can help remove the feeling of this will be mediocre

It’s hard, but you need to sketch badly a lot to attain the skills. Your expectations will often exceed your skills, and this is hard, but try to turn it around and view it as a motivator, instead of something that holds you back. 

I hope this helps you!

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what if at the party everyone noticed the looks Sana and Yousef kept giving to each other and then after the party all of them, without Sana and Yousef knowing, got together and plotted on how to get these two dorks to finally have The Talk™

And Elias would be like ugh i can’t believe i’m playing matchmaker for my bff and my sister but he would secretly love it because he’s the biggest Yousana fanboy out there

And Noora would be like: listen we need to do this in a nice, quiet place because otherwise Yousef might get stressed out and trip or something, and Sana can’t have anything in her hands because he’ll probably get nervous and take it

And then the balloon squad would be like: yeah yeah, and they can’t be in a park or something because there’s grass there and he’d probably throw it at her like the other day, remember? we had to call him to get up and play with us so he wouldn’t do any more damage. he’s so embarrassing *they all shake their heads* poor guy

And then Isak aka Biology Buddy™ slash Best Bud™ would be like: wow i had no idea, why didn’t Sanasol tell me anything? i feel so attacked right now like i’m great at lying and manipulating people i could’ve done some lying and manipulating for her benefit if she had asked

And everyone would be like: *looking sideways at isak* …okay… that’s.. nice…

And then the balloon squad: but guys we have to do this before saturday, he leaves for turkey

And then they’re like oh my god we better hurry up and everyone gets pen and paper and they start brainstorming

And then when they’re done they all put their hands together and count 1, 2, 3 and then scream YOUSANA!!

wouldn’t it be cool??? but just as i’m typing this i know it won’t happen and now i’m bitter because i really need this ugh

congratulations, i played myself

“Definitely” [pt 1] (Tim Drake X Reader)

Request: Mall scavenger hunt prompt with Tim Drake?

Prompt: “My stupid friends roped me into a mall scavenger hunt and you’re on the list” AU

A/N: oh my gosh I really enjoyed writing this HAHA, I have a huge urge to turn this into a Tim X Reader series. What do you guys think?

Tim Drake was 90% sure this was some caffeine-induced dream and that he definitely wasn’t standing in line with a random stranger who was carrying a basket full of things that would suggest a very, very strange night. 

Earlier that day, Tim’d left the manor in search for some coffee before an important business meeting in Wayne Enterprises. In his groggy state, he found himself wandering around in a nearby shopping mall a good two hours before he was needed at work, so he decided to just window-shop to kill some time.

He’d anticipated a boring day until a complete stranger grabbed his hand and said, “my stupid friends roped me into a mall scavenger hunt and you’re on the list, please follow me.” Before dragging him along on the weirdest shopping trip ever. 

Tim’d wanted to pull away but, to be honest, you were pretty cute and it wasn’t like he had anything to do anyway, so he followed along. 

“So,” he said as you rummaged through a container of cucumbers in the supermarket, “what’s your name, stranger?”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied, tossing aside what was apparently an unsatisfactory cucumber, “what about you?”

“Tim Drake.”

“Nice to meet you, Tim Drake,” you let out a sigh as you stood up straight to stretch your back, Tim cringed as he heard cracks. A second later, you pulled out what was possibly the biggest cucumber in the entire world, “sorry I’ve dragged you along in this,” you said, brandishing the vegetable, “I just really need to win this scavenger hunt.”

“It’s alright,” the boy responded as you threw the piece of produce into your shopping basket before pulling him along to the clothing section. ‘This isn’t too bad,’ he thought to himself, clearly speaking too soon when it dawned on him exactly which section you’d brought him to. 

“Okay, so I need…” you stopped walking to scan through your list quickly, “a g-string and men’s underwear,” you looked at him sheepishly, “think you could help me get the underwear, Tim Drake?”

“Ju-just Tim is fine and yeah su-”

“Wait no, you might run off,” you changed your mind and continued to pull him after you towards the undergarments section, “you’re staying with me.”

Oh god.

Needless to say, he got some suggestive looks from strangers as he stood idly by you while you looked for a specifically designed g-string; seemingly unaffected by the judgemental looks from others.

“Do you two need any help?” An old shop assistant asked as she approached the two of you. Tim gracefully denied her help but she stayed watching the both of you anyway. Under her breath, she sighed, “ah, young love.” 

Deciding that it wasn’t worth the effort to correct and then explain to her the situation, Tim simply gave her a smile. 

Half an hour later, the third Robin found himself standing beside you in line to pay for a basket full of things he couldn’t look at collectively without blushing. In the basket you carried was the cucumber, a bright pink g-string, men’s underwear (specifically for bigger sized people, if you catch my drift), some off-brand condoms, a vibrator, duct tape, a box of pregnancy tests and an XL bottle of lubricant. 

Tim could feel the life drain from his soul when it was time for you to pay for the products. He simply looked around the area as you dug through your purse for money, avoiding the gaze of the rather amused cashier. 

“Exciting night, huh?” The man behind the casher said. Not wanting to be rude, Tim gave him an awkward smile. The man winked. Oh god.

Finally finding the correct amount of money to pay for the products, you swiftly passed the cashier the money and grabbed your things, including Tim. 

“Alright, so,” you headed quickly towards a cafe which was opposite the supermarket, “I’m going to meet my friends there and I need you to be present to prove to them that I’ve gotten everything on the list,” you shot him an apologetic glance, “I’ll buy you lunch as a thank you.” 

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” he insisted, not liking the idea of you paying for him.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” you dismissed, a bright smile on your face as you continued to pull him into the cafe. 

For some reason, Tim found himself feeling quite smitten with you. The way you literally didn’t care about how strangers judged you silently and how you were naturally very friendly made Tim’s heart swell with a sort of affection for you - this stranger who just randomly planted herself into his life.

After having found a comfortable booth within the cafe, the both of you situated yourself side-by-side and started to chat to pass the time. Within those twenty minutes of random but surprisingly naturally-flowing conversation, Tim could feel himself falling deeper for you. He discovered that you were humourous, gentle and had a laugh that made his heart skip a beat. 

Seeing as your friends still hadn’t arrived, he excused himself to the bathroom.

“Hey, don’t try to escape now, Tim,” you teased, “not after we’ve already gotten this far.” 

When Tim returned, he’d noticed that your friends had arrived and that you looked rather sad. His eyebrows knitting together in worry, he decided to eavesdrop a little before making his appearance.

“C’mon, (Y/N),” one of your friends taunted in a rather bitchy manner, causing you to shrink a little, “just admit that you couldn’t get everything on the list and stop trying to lie to us!”

“But I swear I’m not lying!” You shot back, your voice no longer the carefree one he’d heard previously, it was now strained and distressful. “He just needed to go to the bathroom!”

“It’s been, like, five minutes and he’s still not here, (Y/N),” your other friend rolled her eyes, “we know you want to win but you don’t have to lie about it!”

Unable to watch you get shouted down by your so-called friends anymore, Tim straightened up and swiftly walked over to your booth. Your eyes lit up when you spotted him and almost immediately, Tim felt his cheeks heating up a little.

“He’s here!” You hopped off your seat and clung onto his arm instinctively, pulling him closer to you, “I wasn’t lying.”

Both your friends looked over at him and their expressions changed completely; one moment they looked like the nastiest people alive and the next moment their eyes filled with lust. 

“Hi,” Tim held out a hand, “I’m the last thing on (Y/N)’s scavenger hunt list.” One friend instantly grabbed his hand, giving him a suggestive look. Tim felt himself recoil from the touch but stayed still, professionalism taking over him.

“What a shame you ended up on (Y/N)’s list,” she shot you a spiteful look; Tim felt your grip on his arm tighten which caused a sense of protectiveness to wash over him. “Why don’t you join me and (F/N) instead?” She gestured at your other friend. 

From the corner of his eye he could see you looking at him expectedly, your hold on his arm started to slacken, as though you expected him to go off with them and leave you alone. 

“No, thank you,” the adopted son of Bruce Wayne declined a little too politely, pulling his hand away from your friend’s grasp, “I’ve asked (Y/N) out for lunch at  Le Bernardin,” he had to suppress a smirk upon seeing the incredulous looks on the women’s faces. 

Tim glanced at his watch before pulling his arm out of your grasp and repositioning it around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “We have a reservation,” he shrugged and without adding anything else, he led you away and out of the shopping mall, leaving behind your toxic friends with their mouths agape. 

On the way out of the complex, Tim noticed that you were awfully quiet; he looked down at you and noticed your eyes brimming with tears. “Hey,” he cooed, “what’s wrong?”

“They’re going to hate me,” you responded fearfully, your eyes darting around, as though expecting them to attack you out of nowhere. “I can’t let them hate me, they’re my only friends.”

“Hey, no,” he positioned himself in front of you, looking into your eyes with certainty, “I’m your friend, too; and honestly, they seem horrible. I have better people you can be friends with.”

“Really?” You smiled, confidence evident in your voice once again. Tim nodded, feeling a weight lifting off his shoulders at the sight of your delighted expression. 

“Definitely,” he replied, unable to resist pulling you into a hug. He’d just met you no more than an hour ago but for some reason holding you felt so right; as though his whole life had been building up to this moment. Your body melded perfectly with his, your head rested perfectly against his chest. 

After pulling away from the embrace, Tim jolted slightly when he realised what time it was. “Oh fu-” he checked his watch. Ten minutes till the W.E business meeting was to start.

“What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly. 

“I really need to go now,” he replied with an urgent tone, “but before I go, can I get your number?” He asked rather sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

“Of course,” you said before pulling out a piece of paper and pen from your pocket. You scrawled your number and checked it twice before handing the paper to your new friend. “Guess I’ll hear from you soon?”


As Tim Drake rushed off to his meeting, he decided to take a look at the paper you’d handed to him. He scanned over your number several times, imprinting it into his memory before flipping it around. His eyebrows raised in surprise when he realised that it was the scavenger hunt list. 

He looked through the items on the list, smiling at certain memories from the weird experience he had with you while shopping.

When Tim reached the last thing on the list, he felt his heart pound wildly against his chest as a deep blush covered his cheeks. 

10. Cutest boy you can find

He couldn’t wait to call you. 

Baker’s Dozen

Tags: @lovethyfanperson @partylikeits1899, @last-an-eon

This is horrible. But i’m tired and have to go to work at 5 a.m

The L/N family didn’t have much money. They owned a small bakery where their eldest, Y/N, works. It is also where most of downtown Manhattan’s newsies go for lunch. That’s where Y/N met Race. She’d been working out front for once when the group showed up loud as always. Her long H/C hair moving fast as she twirled her head to see the commotion. 

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parkjiminie-95  asked:

0 // Yoongi // Bts

0: for 0 fucks given

gang/mafia au. 0-100 real fast.

“Boss, there’s a bit of cargo missing from our last shipment.”

Yoongi doesn’t even look up from the paperwork on his desk; the only acknowledgement the messenger receives is an ever-slight twitch of an eyebrow.

Seriously, Yoongi thinks, people should know better than to disturb him when he’s this deep in work. Or in general, really. Where the hell was his damned secretary when he needed them? He’s really starting to regret giving them a vacation–for two weeks, which, in his line of work, is a lot–because Yoongi would very much like someone redirecting these miserable underlings to the right people and keeping pests out of his office. Like, for example, this one right now.

“I don’t care,” Yoongi nearly growls out, continue to read the papers in front of him. “Tell that to J-Hope. Now get out.”

Dutifully, the man backs out of the office, shutting the door meekly. Yoongi lets out a huff.

Unfortunately for him, the rest of the day is not any better. One annoyance after another appears before him in his office, pulling Yoongi from his ever-precious concentration.

“Boss, how do you load this gun again?”

“Boss, there’s been a scuffle in District 3…”

“Boss, where’s the location of our downtown rendezvous spot?”

On the verge of a meltdown, Yoongi harshly dismisses the person from his office and promptly takes out a Rice Krispie treat. He’s hungry. Needs sustenance. Something to bite and tear apart that isn’t a human.

And, because the universe officially hates him, his door busts open again. Fuck that door and its broken lock.

“Yoon–I mean, Boss, are you in a Rice Krispie mood today?”

Yoongi gives an utterly unamused look at the intruder. Two, actually. Jungkook and his mentor, Taehyung.

Taehyung makes a disatisfied noise and pushes Jungkook slightly back. “No, no. You gotta say: ’sup Boss, what’s crisp?”


“You gotta communicate in memes,” Taehyung says, seriously. “You can’t just ask him directly.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says, nodding. His hand twitches and Yoongi knows that he’s just dying to whip out a notepad and jot down notes.

“Get out.” Yoongi discards the shiny foil wrapper in the almost-full wastebasket next to his desk.

“Aw, that’s so mean,” Taehyung says, almost cooing. Yoongi wrinkles his nose in disgust. “You’re kicking us out before you even hear what we have to say!”

“Whatever it is, I don’t care.”

“I think you will,” Jungkook says. Yoongi narrows his eyes.

“Listen up, kid,” he says. “You nee–”

“_______ has gone missing.”

“–What?” Yoongi jolts up and stares, wide-eyed, at the mention of your name. His earlier annoyance is immediately replaced with panic and rage. “What do you mean missing? I swear to fucking god, I literally had an entire team of people watching out for her! How can she go missing? There’s no fucking way–where? Any leads?” He is met with blank stares. Taehyung tentatively holds his hands up in surrender.

“Um, we’re just uh, the messengers. Know about as much as you do.”

Yoongi lets out a frustrated noise. He loosens his tie, gets up out of his chair. “Call in the team,” he barks, already beginning to pace across his office feverishly. “We need to investigate this now.”

“On it, Boss.”

And the duo leave, with Taehyung smirking just as he slips out the door. Yoongi doesn’t notice and Taehyung’s fine with that; he’s content with the utter amusement of how fast Yoongi can go from 0-100 at the mention of a single person.

drabble game: numbers | closed

a/n: i’m sorry i originally started on this and then saved it in my drafts AND THEN FORGOT I HAD STUFF IN MY DRAFTS FML

Kick Ass | Dean Winchester

Originally posted by black-little-demons

In which you contact Dean after years of not talking to each other due to a demon problem.

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1905

She had never planned on contacting him again. Not because she didn’t want to, but because he told her not to unless it was an emergency. This was definitely an emergency.

High school students had been disappearing mid-school day, the only trace left behind was always sulfur on the windows. If Dean Winchester had taught her anything is that sulfur usually meant demons.

Her father had been a hunter, quite a well known one at that, but sadly died during a hunt. Leaving her mother to take care of a four old and a baby on the way. Her mother then decided to pick her things up and leave a 14-year-old to take care of her 10-year-old sibling.

A year later was when the Winchesters stepped in, they had come to town due to a haunted auditorium. And during the process of finding what type of spirit it was and who the spirit once was, Dean and (Y/N) fell in love both John and (Y/N)’s foster mother believed it was a game of lust.

Two horny teenagers getting it on for fun, but when it was time for Dean to leave, the number of tears shed (and the amount of time that they shed) from both parties were surprising. John watched with a little of disappointment as his son, who supposedly was tough, cried his little 15-year-old heart out to the verge of sobbing.

(Y/N) on the other hand was terrified, her biological mother had told her what her fathers’ job had been before she left, so she was scared for her life that one day she would get a phone call, or see in the news, that her first and only love had died by the hands of a monster.

They had kept in contact for awhile until Dean decided she was safer not contacting him in any way. Unless of course, something ‘Supernatural’ happened.

So when her students started going missing in her new town in Georgia, a town surrounded by hills, lakes, and woods, the only person she thought of was Dean.

She wasn’t a nervous person per say, but right now her hands shook as she searched through the phone numbers in her old contact book, hoping he hadn’t changed his number seeing as she really needed his help right now.

And there it was, Dean Winchester, it used to have a little heart next to his name, but when he left she couldn’t bear looking at it so she removed it.

With a shaky breath, she punched the numbers into her new mobile phone. She stood there considering her options before deciding she had to do this, not for herself but for her missing students.

So with her heart hammering in her chest, she brought the phone to her ear, each beep making her heart lurch in her chest.

“Hello?” Was the first thing she heard, the voice was deep, much deeper than Dean’s when she had last heard him speak. But then again more than a decade had passed.

“I-is this Dean Winchester?” Was her shaky response, she could still feel her heart hammering against her chest, and her hands shaking so hard the phone was hitting her lightly on the face.

“Who is this?” The man’s voice grumbled out, it was a very Dean-like trait to answer a question with another question, you could say it was a defense mechanism.

“It’s (Y/N).”

“(Y/L/N)?” He questioned further.

“I’d like to know what other (Y/N) you know,” Most of the nervousness had left her, glad to hear his voice.

“It’s nice to hear from you don’t get me wrong, but is there a specific reason as to why you’re calling me?” You could practically hear the smile on his face. On the other end of the line, Sam was looking weirdly over at his brother weirdly as a huge smile had taken over his face, he hadn’t had that expression since (Y/N).

'Oh’. Sam realized who was over on the other side of the line, shaking his head lightly with a small smile remembering how happy Dean had been with her. However, a look of confusing replaced the grin that had been placed on his face as (Y/N) spoke the words he had feared.

“I think I’ve got a demon problem,” the girl finally came out with the reason she had called him, “I really need your help, Dean.”

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Request- Jealous Much?

“What the- Moose, you can’t just take my fries like that!” You yelled at your longtime best friend.
“Sorry Y/N, it’s just, if I order some I’d have to wait. So I figured why wait for my own fries when I can take yours?” He said, trying to justify his treachery.
“Why must you wound me so, Elk,” you mocked him.
“Rude, I thought you were gonna help me with my English homework, not make fun of me,” he whined.
“Oh, alright, Buck, read me what you got,” you said.
“Reading this paper will teach you that,” Moose started, but was interrupted by Reggie.
“Now what kind of study session involves so much food? And so much concentration?” Reggie asked.
“Come on, Reg, I’m trying to get a good grade on this paper. If I don’t I can’t play,” Moose said.
“It seems you must be really desperate to get her to help you. You usually only ask her when you really really need the help,” Reggie said.
“Well, based on the beginning of his paper’s sentence, he’s gonna need the help,” you said. “Now run along, Reggie, we have stuff to do.”
“Aw, i wanted to stay longer,” Reggie pouted. He couldn’t help it. Reggie didn’t want to leave you alone with Moose. Even if you and Moose have been friends for the past 12 years, he couldn’t possibly let you two have any sort of relationship outside of friendship.
“Fine you can stay, but find something to work on,” you said. His heart swelled at that.
Over the next few hours he enjoyed himself in your presence, but there was a pit of jealousy swirling in his stomach. And it was getting ready to spill.
“Bye, Y/N, thanks for the help. I’ll see you two tomorrow,” Moose said walking out of Pop’s.
“Now why are you so quiet, Mantle?” Y/N asked.
“No reason,” Reggie replied.
“Oh come on, something has to be wrong if you’re pouting like that. Spill your innards, now,” you demanded.
“Why do you and him hang out so much? Is there something going on between you two?” Reggie nearly shouted.
“What? Oh, God, no. Why? Are you jealous?” You quickly responded.
“Yeah, I am. Is there anything wrong with that?” Reggie asked.
“I mean, do you have a crush on me? Or, do you have a crush on Moose? Oh my, God, you’re in love with Moose. I knew it! Cheryl owes me five bucks,” you spewed.
“What? No! I’m not in love with Moose, Y/N, I’m in love with you,” Reggie spilled.
“Oh, my, um. Thank you? I like you, a lot, but I’m gonna need some deep dark secrets and more time with you for it to be love,” you quickly said back.
“Well that’s it then! Sleepover at mine. We’ll spill our darkest secrets, have a pillow fight, braid each other’s hair, and have a deep deep talk,” Reggie suggested sarcastically.
“As much as I’d love to take you up on that offer, it’s a school night. Maybe next Saturday? Until then, how about we go on a date?” You said seriously.
“I’m down for that,” Reggie agreed. “Lets go on that date.”

Blind Date

Member: Wonwoo
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 3322

(A/N: This isn’t exactly like the request, but I got really excited and carried away with it, so please forgive me)

“I don’t need a boyfriend.” you stated, looking down at the paper coffee cup in your hands.

“You know that’s a lie.” your best friend said, laughing and leaning back in her chair. Of course, she was absolutely right, but you didn’t want her to know that. She had been trying to convince you to let her set you up on a blind date for a few days now, and it was starting to get tiring refusing her.

“Who would you even set me up with?” you asked.

“It wouldn’t be a blind date if I told you, now would it?” she sighed, looking at you like you were stupid. You just made a face at her and looked back at your teacup. “It wouldn’t be that bad. The guy I had in mind already said that he was willing to let me set him up with someone.”

“Really?” you said, your head snapping up.

“I knew you were interesteeed!” your friend squealed, bouncing up and down in her seat. Damn it. You didn’t want to give her this satisfaction, but you couldn’t deny that your interest was at least a little piqued.

“…So what were you planning?” you sighed, finally giving in.

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House of Cards - V- (BTS Smut)

Word Count: 3,859

Summary: You are an escort working at in prestigious escorting business at a mansion. Tonight you come across a different type of client, different from what you’re used to.

Each chapter is a perspective of a different escort within the same night. Reading it in order will give it more of a context.

Pairing: Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut

Author Note: This was my VERY FIRST smut fanfic. My writing style has now changed. Please read ‘Office Files’ for my updated work.

I currently work at ‘The House of Cards". I’m still trying to get my head around the whole place and the rules. I just started a week ago. It’s not a common job to have, but I really need the money to pay for veterinarian school. It’s only been a week and I already earned 5k! One of the ladies at the house is a friend of a friend and found out my financial trouble and insisted I should give this a try. I had to go through rigorous interviews, personality tests and paper work to get in. That took at least 3 month. But it’s was worth it. I have had a few clients so far, so when it comes to the pleasurable department I’m not that nervous. Tonight is the masquerade ball, my very first and I’m really nervous about it for some reason. I know it’s more of a party atmosphere. From what the other ladies have said, this is when new clients arrive to check the place out. Thankfully, since I’m new here it’s my responsibility to ensure the clients are well tended too with drinks. 

Tonight I’m not expected to 'work’    

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It’s honestly so painful every time I realise how badly my home life has effected me as a person. I am so afraid to talk in front of people or even speak without being asked. I can barely even ask one of my professors a question without showing genuine fear and when I don’t get that angry response I always expect I feel so relieved I nearly cry. I wish it were easier to overcome but at the least it’s good to know, even it makes me realise how fucked up my childhood was, that there are people who recognise not everyone finds it easy to do something as simple as speak. It isn’t the end of the world to be hurt by your past and it can change even if it happens slowly.