#i am procrastinating an assignment due tonight...

[pool-of-gwens]

got bored made a uquiz about the we are robin kids !!

Pick some random songs and I'll attempt to psychoanalyse you through the lens of a 12 issue (11 if we discount Robin War) comic from 2016. C

[badass-sunshine]

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[kitasuno]

dating the love and deepspace boys | domestic moments

featuring: rafayel, xavier, and zayne x gn!reader

(´• ω •`) ♡ modern au! can you guys tell raf is my favorite..?

rafayel

a year younger than you. lies to everyone (including you) that he’s actually two years your senior. you only found out he was younger than you when you met his parents, who have his birth certificate framed. 

hates cats. despises them. they fill him with rage (fear). says he’s allergic (he’s lying).

“oh shit raf, this sucks! i guess you can’t move in with me.. i have cats”

“...you have cats?”

“yeah. 3.”

“i’m not allergic. i can move in tonight.”

chronically online. minoring in marine biology and majoring in annoying you. texts you over 200 times a day and if you don’t respond, he’s faking a horrible chronic illness. again. it’s amnesia on wednesdays, appendicitis on thursdays, chronic migraines on fridays… etc..

he has 2 followers on his private twitter. you and thomas. 

over 700k followers on instagram for some reason? he sells paintings on depop (he says it's depop but you’re convinced he sells them for heinous prices on the black market) 

cooks on occasion? has an apron that says kiss me im irish (he's not irish?) made you a tuna cupcake once?? 

pescatarian. not in the vegan/vegetarian way where he refuses to eat red meat but because he’s absolutely feral over fish. (is this cannibalism? he says its not)

lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with you but doesn’t use his bedroom. says your bed is comfier. turned his bedroom into a painting studio (IT’S for the black market you say!!) and sleeps with you. 

“raf,” you sigh. “don’t you have.. homework or something?” 

he sits between your legs, back against your chest as he scrolls through his phone. 

“yeah,” he says. you flick the back of his head because you know he’s smirking. “it’s called assignment: you. due in two minutes.” 

with his free hand, he reaches back mindlessly to grab yours. you sigh, fingers intertwining with his, a reflex as he leans his head back. his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but laugh. 

“well?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he squeezes your hand. “what are the assignment details?” 

he chews on the bottom of his lip as he thinks, humming while his eyes wander across your face. he swings your interlocked hands in circles. it’s raining outside, the heater is on, and rafayel is warm like hot chocolate. 

“what?” he says, his cheeks a tinge pink. “you’re looking at me like that again.” a pause. he turns, his head now buried in your chest.

“just studying my homework.” you say, hands instinctively wrapping around his back. the laundry machine is running in the background, rain is falling against the window, and you faintly hear your rice cooker dinging in the kitchen. home, you think, is with rafayel.

“i can hear your heartbeat.” he says, voice muffled. “it’s super fast. you like me or something?” 

“i really like you.” you say, without skipping a beat. rafayel groans into your chest, sighing in discontent. 

“no fair. i’m supposed to be the flirter.” 

you press a kiss onto the top of his head and you feel his body melt into yours. the two of you fall into a warm silence, his breath steady as he traces paintings into your neck. 

“raf?” you mumble, eyes drooping. he hums in response. “did you pass your assignment?” 

he smiles. “with flying colors.” 

xavier

chronic napper. (yapper?) 

has 100 late assignments. failing all of his classes yet got into the top university in your country because he got a perfect score on his entrance exams. you thought he was a nepo baby (turns out he’s just.. smart?)

his procrastination rubs off on you… he is the WORST distraction and he knows it. so smug about it and uses it to his own advantage. will perch on top of you when you’re studying and kiss down your neck until you go to sleep with him. 

lives in the apartment on top of yours but is at your house most days, if not all. you ask him to move in.

“am i not already.. living with you?” 

“don’t you still have your apartment, though?”

“yeah..?”

 is that good for the economy?? is it financially smart? not at all, but he’s too lazy to move out and put his apartment up for lease. 

xavier sleeps with his legs entangled with yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your chest. the air conditioning hums in the background as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, dimming the brightness as you hear xavier stir. 

“sorry xav, did i wake you up?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he glares at your phone. 

“xavier?” you question, swallowing a laugh at his ruffled hair and disheveled clothes. 

“phone down.” he says, voice raspy with sleep and an octave lower than usual. you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“can i get a pretty please in this economy?” 

xavier’s eyes narrow as he snatches your phone away, snoozing the device and placing it on the nightstand next to you. his lips ghost your neck, pressing kisses against your skin as he mumbles incoherently in the dark of your bedroom. 

“xavier-” you breathe, giggling at the sensation. “that tickles!” 

he nips at your neck. 

“bedtime. now.” 

zayne

3 years older than you 

he literally has his whole life together at 27 which scares you so much

“my credit card is your credit card” typa boyfriend

cooks. cleans. has a 9-5. you’re interning at the hospital that he works at (he’s head doctor!!)

you’re just a sweet little intern and zayne is the big bad monster!! everyone at work thinks he hates you because he’s extra strict on you. doesn’t give you any special treatment, ‘ignores’ you most days (but also slips meals into your locker and hands you heat packs on cold days in the hospital)

no one knows he’s dating you until one day someone sees you leaving in zaynes car. 

“oh, you carpool with doctor zayne?”

“huh? no, we live together.”

“you WHAT???”

he’s a virgo……. erm……

the two of you get ready together in the morning. his guard is down when he’s sleepy and he’ll cling to you as he brushes his teeth and does his hair.

you wake up to the cold night breeze, blinking the sleep out of your eyes and shivering as you scan your surroundings. you yelp as you meet the attentive gaze of your boyfriend. 

“huh? whuh? huh?” you splutter, squirming as zayne holds you tighter. he’s carrying you bridal style in his arms, his jacket around your shoulders as the two of you walk to his car. you see the bright lights of akso hospital fading away behind the two of you. 

“it’s two am,” he says calmly, placing you down gently as he opens your car door for you. “you waited for my shift to end. again.” 

you smile bashfully, rubbing the back of your head. “well, i didn’t wanna just leave you!” 

zayne clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed but gaze warm. he guides you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt in place. 

“you can nap on the way home,” he says, closing the door and sliding into his side of the car. 

the heater’s on already- courtesy of his super expensive electric car. he fastens his own seatbelt and hands you a hot tea and bread from the hospital vending machine. 

“drink up. doctor’s orders.” 

you grin before he leans over to press a kiss on your lips. 

“thank you for waiting for me.”

[sacratiti]

it's exam season, and unfortunately for you, your stupid brain isn't working. luckily, price knows just how to fix it...

it's 3am, your nearly overdue home work isn't even halfway done, and shrimp posture has taken hold of you. dry eye and a crippling wave of 'i suck' are telling you to give up. this is your only chance to get your grade up before final results come out.

as you contemplate the poor decisions that got you here, your boyfriend walks in. he flicks the lights on while kicking his boots off, all in one swift motion. a string of fear floats up your back.

price had told you numerous times to stop procrastinating, stop ruining your sleep schedule, stop disobeying, everything you're doing right now. the man that's normally grinning at the sight of you has a frown on his face.

"what're you doin, doll? thought i told you to be in bed by 11." he did tell you that, but you ignored him, work more important. "just a few more and i'll be done, prom-" he held a hand up, silently telling you to be quiet. not only were you up late, you're lying. he didn't want to hear any of your excuses. "my doll is smarter than this, c'mon," he sighed.

disobedience as blatant as this called for a punishment. you knew that. completing your work while sitting on your bruised ass didn't sound appealing, but this was your fault.

surprisingly, your boyfriend didn't take that approach. you wished he did, body aching at this cruel punishment.

sitting on his lap, cock head uncomfortably nuzzled against your cervix is not what you had in mind. tears pricked at your eyes, frustrated by the lack of movement. he's too big, too good to resist grinding. cockwarming was his weapon of choice tonight, and at this point, you wish he'd just spank you raw. he did both, actually.

"'m sorry, i really am!" the crack of his hand against your ass echoed through the room. any uncalled for movement, whine or plea was countered with a spanking.

due to the time of night, he settles on doing the assignment himself, completing it with ease. "silly girl. this work ain't hard, you're not applyin' yourself." his condescending tone did nothing to soothe the ache of embarrassment welling in your belly.

you whined for release, being rewarded with another spank each time. while he acted angry, disappointed, the pearls of pre leaking out his dick said otherwise. the flutter of your walls around him made him groan, poorly stifling it.

"fuck, doll. you're not making this easy, are you?' teasing him into fucking you wasn't your plan, but it sounds appealing now. a buck of your hips couldn't hurt, right?

it didn't hurt, made your toes curl, in fact. a man can only last so long.

wet slapping filled the room, accompanied by tender moans and groans. overcome with pleasure, price gave in. now you're bent over the desk, mouth agape as he fucks you just right from behind.

"shit- thank you for fucking me daddy, 'm sorry!" fuck. that cry, that title, only made him wish he could pound you through the desk. he almost did, dark wood creaking when he put his left leg on top of it. the angle was delicious, made your knees go weak. sloppy orgasms followed soon after.

what was supposed to be a simple punishment turned into a way too long sex session, mainly fueled by price. right when you finished up, the clock hit 12:01. your work is late.

not like it matters, though. you can always turn it in late, (even though you'll be failing) and a belly full of cum is more important than some stupid math grade.

[sunflowerbunnie]

Before you ask, yes I am procrastinating on doing an online math exam that is due tonight.

Anyway have some The Music Freaks x Shadows House designs though Gacha Life 2

---ramble barrier----

I'll probably end up making most of the main/side cast, but let's face it:

Girls are WAY easier to make unique in Gacha than guys.

But you really notice things about an anime when you actually try and recreate the clothing style.

Like, of course they all dress like nobles, that's what Shadows House is supposed to be.

But have you ever noticed that the characters ONLY dress in long sleeves OR short sleeves with gloves??

Also, a Shadows assigned color tends to correspond with the doll's eye color (though exceptions are made with repeats, since each debut class has one of each color) (red, blue, green, yellow, and purple). But that's why John is Blue, Louise is Yellow, Patrick is Green, and Shirley is Purple. Because that's the colors of their eyes!!

The more you know.

Anyway I love making fancy dresses in Gacha <3

[severedpup]

Workin ' on little ! nat with cg ! misty headcanons 4 anon right now𓈒 They 're getting pretty long𓈒𓈒 😇😇😇 Apologies if anything is ooc i 'm not big into teen ! mistynat but nevertheless i am cooking !! Teen mistynatters come get your food !! I have a crap ton of assignments due tonight (procrastinating errr) so not sure if they will be out tonight but that is the goal𓈒 👍

[boigyu]

1:43 am — sparks at night

pairing! sunwoo x gn!reader. genre! fluff. wc! 683.

Tossing and turning in your bed, you couldn't seem to find any peace—and you didn't know why. Maybe the looming job interview the next morning had your nerves on edge, or maybe you weren't used to this new environment yet; but nonetheless it seemed that sleeping would be the last thing you'd do tonight.

Unable to bear the restlessness any longer, you reluctantly decided to get out of bed. You quietly slipped out of your room, trying not to disturb your roommate. As you made your way to the kitchen, you pulled out your phone to see if anyone else was awake at this ungodly hour.

Lost in the brightness of the screen, you failed to notice your roommate already in the kitchen until you bumped into him, causing both of you to startle. You blushed, feeling your face grow warm with embarrassment as you spurred out a million sorry's.

Sunwoo chuckled softly, his eyes reflecting understanding. "It's ok Y/n, no need to say sorry. Are you okay though?"

You nodded, a mixture of relief and trepidation washing over you. "Yeah, I'm okay, just couldn't sleep. You?"

Sunwoo leaned against the kitchen counter. "I had an essay due, I really have to stop procrastinating my assignments."

You chuckled, understanding what it felt like to stay up late and rush an assignment.

You both stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. As you were looking around, waiting for a random topic to suddenly enter your brain, you spotted the nicely laid out array of snacks on the countertop behind Sunwoo.

"Are you hungry?" He crossed his arms and moved to give a better view of the snacks. "I was just gonna have a late night snack, we could share of course."

You contemplated but your stomach couldn't lie as it growled, betraying you. You laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Well I guess iam now."

You took a look at the selection of snacks that Sunwoo had laid out and reached out for the pepero. As you were about to grab ahold of the snack, Sunwoo's hands momentarily brushed against yours, making him quickly retreat his hand and awkwardly rub the back of his neck.

You felt a faint spark pass by you but decided to ignore it completely, not wanting to make things awkward. Sunwoo did as well and mumbled a quick sorry, quickly deciding to find a different snack. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" Sunwoo said, snack in hand.

You turned to look at him, giving Sunwoo your full attention. "Sure, what movie?"

You both started moving toward the living room and Sunwoo turned on his favorite movie, 'Kimi no na wa'. Finding this to be the perfect movie to watch as it always distracted him, thinking that maybe it will do the same for you.

Time flew by when Sunwoo kept sharing his funfacts about the movie, and you didn't mind; you found it rather endearing how much he loved the movie and it's small intricate details.

2:32

"I know the itomori town is fictional and all, but I know there are places like that in Japan and I hope I can visit-" Sunwoo's voice trailed off as he glanced down at you, your head gently resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at the sight, your peaceful expression and soft breathing indicating that sleep had finally claimed you.

He was confused on what to do, he could carry you to your room but he was scared you would get uncomfortable, so he decided against it. Instead he slightly adjusted his position so you could be more comfortable, careful not to disturb your sleep.

As Sunwoo sat there, with your head nestled against his shoulder, he found himself looking back at the accidental touch of your hands. Feeling the same spark pass by him in this moment of quiet closeness.

He gently rested his head against the back of the couch, his eyes fixed on your peaceful face. And soon enough Sunwoo joined in the peaceful slumber, as he fell asleep on the couch comfortably.

[crestfallen-dameron]

Fifth Time’s the Charm

Steven Grant x f!reader

Summary: As deadlines are approaching, Steven helps you finish an assignment, offering to participate in one of your favourite activities afterwards.

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word count: 1.5k

a/n: shameless self insert as I’ve written this procrastinating my own assignments, so if you also need a break and/or Steven helping you out, this is for you!

"You can do it! I believe in you, love."

Steven became your own personal cheerleader as he put down a cup of tea for you on the desk. The desk itself looked like a battlefield. Sheets of paper sprinkled over its surface, markers in all available colours peeking through as well as loads of empty sweets wrapping. In the middle, your laptop and your elbows, connected to your hands that massaged your head frustratedly. 

"I appreciate it, Steven, but I am losing my mind.", you groaned, eyes glued to the essay you have been writing since Caligula made his horse a senator. Or that's what it felt like. 

Steven's hands found their way to your shoulders, massaging your tense muscles and you relaxed into his touch. " I know, love, but I also know it's due tomorrow and I won't let you lose your mind before the deadline, right?"

You leaned back in your chair, putting one of you hands on top of Steven's and stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. 

"Yeah I know. I got this...", you sighed. 

You were about to start your next paragraph as Steven leaned forward to press a kiss on your temple. "I might have an idea that could help motivate you. "

Your hands stilled on the keyboard. "I'm all ears."

"Finish writing this tonight and I will proof read it for you." You remember the numerous occasions he did this for you since that's your least favourite part about this whole procedure. "And then we can..." He whispered the rest into your ear and left you with a slight wave of excitement creeping over your face. "Really?! ", you blurted out. "But we just did this recently. You think you can handle another round?" The second remark being a rhetorical question. 

"Sounds alright, then?" Steven grinned, studying your face. "Are you joking? Of course." He crossed his arms, furrowing his brow at you, exaggerating the following. "Who do you bloody think I am? "

You let out a laugh. "Wow, no need to swear at me there, babes. "

His facial expression softened again, his eyes beaming. "I will leave you to your work then."

Your eyes followed him as he sat down on the couch, burying his nose in a book about ancient Greece. After learning nearly everything there is about Egypt, you can't say you didn't gently nudge him into this direction as you both shared a love for history.

Stretching your arms, you focused your attention on your essay again. Trying to read the notes you scribbled down in a half frenzy during an episode of the ability of focus being kind to you, you built the loose bricks into sentences. Tapping your fingers whenever you weren't typing, you read over your latest paragraph. 

An eternity later you finally finished your conclusion. You don't even remember what you wrote about but you trusted your brain to have gathered all the important information that you crafted into a block of words summed up at last by the term 'In conclusio', as if the use of Latin could trick your professor into thinking this is academic work. Actually, you were quite pleased and hoped Steven would agree. 

The light in the flat suddenly felt very bright after you finally averted your gaze from the laptop screen. You stretched yet again, gathering your papers into a somewhat neat pile. 

"All done, love?" Steven noticed your rustling at the desk and put down his book. You two must have sat in silence for a few hours at this point since it was already pitch black outside. 

"I think so." You got up as he appeared behind you, taking your hand up to his face and planting a kiss at its back. "You know I'm proud of you, right?"

"You haven't even read it yet. " , you deflected but a blush rose to your cheeks as he sat down, letting go of your hand. "I don't need to to be proud of you." A loving smile greeted you as Steven adjusted his reading glasses. 

"Thanks... ", you whispered, breaking the eye contact. "I will make some tea! You wan' some? " 

"That'd be nice, thank you! "

A few minutes later you put down a cup next to him and sat down on the couch, holding your own beverage with both hands, your sleeves functioning as a barrier between your skin and the heat of the cup. The tapping of your heel on the wooden floor was the only sound except Steven's occasional affirmative 'Hm's' and the sound of his typing.

About half an hour later, which felt like the seconds just dripped by like water drops from a melting icicle, Steven called you over and you nearly spilled the rest of your tea as you jolted at this break of silence. "Yeah?", you asked as you went over, careful not to come off as too curious to find out what he thought about your work. 

"I commented everything, don't be too shocked by the amount of notes, I made some nice comments as well." He turned to look at you, smiling at the sight of you biting your lip nervously, cupping your cheek with one hand. "So, what do you think? ", you dug for some final feedback. 

Steven crossed his legs, bouncing his leg, smile still evident on his face. "What do YOU think?"

"No, Steven, don't pull this on me now. Please just tell me.", you replied, pointing your finger at him non-threateningly. 

"Alright, alright. " He put up his hands defensively. "I think you have a great talent for writing, love. Just a few things you need to elaborate a bit more on, right. A few typos and more footnotes. But the rest... ", he got up and gave you a peck on the check. "Is flawless. "

Heat climbed up on your face, making itself at home at home on your cheeks yet again. "Thanks, Steven... " You wrapped your arms around him and he gasped at the sudden display of affection. "You really saved my ass here. " Steven lingered on the hug a tad longer, his nose brushing against your cheek as you separated. The heat on your face kicked it up a notch and you were worried he might feel it radiating off your skin. Glassy eyed, your gaze passed his lips, lingering on them a few seconds before you met his eyes. His look changed from happily beaming at you to a dreamy gaze. 

Neither of you said a word. The silence of the room felt heavy as the sudden awareness of your body made you dizzy. Determined, Steven made a dip down to gently press a kiss on your lips. His soft touch made your heart take a leap and you opened your lips to return the favour. A smile formed on his face and you felt his hands resting on your lower back, gently pushing you against him. 

Wherever he touched you, he left your skin feeling like electricity rushed through your body. The sound of your hasty breathing filled the silence as your kiss became less reserved. Your upper body pressed against his, his hands on your back demanding to be closer to you. 

________________________________________

It was 2 am and you were lying on the couch, a blanket draped over the two of you. Using Steven's chest as a pillow, you were lying on top of him, drawing circles on his shoulder. "Can you reach that for me?", you asked, pointing to his t-shirt that he wore not long ago, lying there crumpled up on the floor. He followed your gaze and stretched slightly to get it. "Thanks, babes. " You put it on, feeling a bit less exposed than before, and draped the blanket back over the two of you. 

"It looks better on you.", he joked, his hand rubbing up and down your back before his hand wandered upwards into your hair, gently holding you as he kissed you. Your nose grazed his cheek as you nuzzled into the kiss. 

"Hey...", you whispered, your hand cupping his face and caressing his cheek with your thumb. 

"Yeah?"

"Do you still want to...you know? Your offer?"

"Yes! Are you joking? Let's do it."

Steven searched for the remote. 

"What do they say? Fifth times the charm or something?", he joked. 

" 'Or something'. ", you laughed. "I apologise beforehand. At this point you probably remember every single line of 'Alexander’."

"No, don't apologise! You've watched the Mummy with me countless times and listened to me going on and on about the historical inaccuracies. This is my idea of a perfect date."

"I'm glad that it is. "

Steven started the movie and you rested your head on his chest again. 

"Did you know that Alexander the Great-"

“Yes, I did!”, he cut you off, a smug smile embellished his face.    

"You don't even know what I was about to say!", you protested.

“Maybe but I’ve been doing my homework.”, he said, holding up the book he was reading earlier, a cheeky smile sprawled across his face.