#you’re supposed to tip the employees who work at escape rooms as they provide a service of cleaning up after your baboon asses

[scrambleseggy]

My sister works at escape rooms and tbh I’d rather work fast paced food service jobs like I am for the rest of my life than ever work an escape room. She’s seen so many horrors and also so many weird ass people who don’t know how to conduct themselves and behave like adults—

[77cc69]

Overthinking

Synopsis: Yoongi asks you out and reassures you about your inexperienced love life.

Pairing: Hybe!Employee!Female!Reader!Y/N X Idol!Yoongi (BTS) (Mentions of other members too)

Genre: Fluff (There’s a slightly angsty theme and suggestion/mention of smut if you squint). Borderline benign obsessive and possessive thoughts from Yoongi, I guess?

Warnings: None.

This is a fictional work. I generally prefer that minors do not interact in case I decide to write about sensitive themes at a later stage. Please read sensibly.

Word count: 3021

This is Part 1 of the Thinking AU. Part 2: Just Thinking (to be added) Part 3: Not Thinking (to be added)

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I’ve used some basic Korean words in transliteration in italics in my writing. In case you don’t know what they mean, here are the translations for all Korean words used: Annyeonghaseyo (안녕하세요) - Hello Sajangnim (사장님) - president / CEO / boss -Ssi (씨) - a term of respect similar to Ms/Mrs/Mr Ne (네) - Yes

Author’s Notes: This is mainly descriptive writing with minimal storyline, but there are other parts that link to this theme that are in the making. I edit my work every now and then, so if you see a new chapter, perhaps consider reading the previous one(s) again in case I edited something to make more sense for the next chapter. This is my very first posted piece of writing, so I’d love to know your opinions. Don’t hesitate to contact me please. Let me know if you have any suggestions too! Just specify which work you're referring to if it's not a comment on the post. If you message anonymously, please provide a reference, alias or emoji for me to differentiate you from others. Last Edited: 25/03/2024

‘Knock knock’. It was gentle, but loud enough for him to hear through his muffling headphones. Patiently, you wait in the passage while other Hybe staff members walk by, bowing their heads as they pass. You’re gripping the papers and the late morning cup of coffee tighter than you should, leaving indents in the pages you’re supposed to deliver. 

There’s a buzz, signalling that the door is now open. You slowly push the door ajar, quietly to not disturb him while he works on his masterpieces that you’re not yet privileged enough to witness. The fact that he lets you enter into his dimly lit studio is honour enough. The only two people who know the key to this room are Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi himself. 

There’s a window on the left side of the room, tinted to be able to see outside and into the offices, but no one could see in. That must be how he’d known your name, seeing your labelled desk through the mirrored glass. You hadn’t expected him to notice you, let alone know your name and strike up conversations with you in the company cafeteria. He was one of the world’s best musicians and one of the most desired men on the planet. You were a little nervous to enter. Needless to say, the heartthrob made your heart throb. You always remained polite, respectful and professional as best you could, regardless of the mini developing crush you had blooming inside.

You see him lift the headphones off his ears and drape them around his neck before minimizing the file that was open on his computer screen with a click and spinning around to face you lingering in the doorway. “Annyeonghaseyo.” You bow, careful not to tip the coffee cup. He just nods in response from his spot across the room. “I brought the files that you requested,” you say softly as you gingerly place them on his messy yet somewhat organized desk. He gives a low pitched tired grumble in response. “Mmm.” 

“Sajangnim said that you’ve been in here for quite some time, so I figured I’d bring you some fuel to keep you going too.” You gesture to the warm cardboard cup you’re holding and raise it slightly, steam escaping from the tiny hole in the plastic lid. Has he really been here all night? He looks at you, dumbfounded. You're so sweet. He’s thankful for your kindness.

You stand there awkwardly, holding the coffee cup and searching for a place to put it down that won’t disrupt his mountains of sheet music and chaos. He leans forward and gratefully receives it from your clammy hands. You feel slightly out of place, wondering if you should have ditched the coffee idea and remained entirely professional with him. You fight back the urge to coo at how cute he looks with his saggy eyelids and puffy cheeks. He looks utterly exhausted, like a cat that’s searching for a place to curl up and sleep for the next 20 hours straight.

He takes a sip from the coffee cup, wondering how you knew exactly how much sugar he liked. None. His stage name was Suga, but ironically he takes no sugar in his coffee. He enjoys the taste and appreciates that it’s still hot, but not hot enough to scorch his tongue. Savouring the flavour, his droopy eyes close as evidence of his sleep-deprivation begins to surface. He's not complaining though. He'd work an endless number of hours more if it meant you'd visit him with coffee more often to help with his stamina.

He senses you overthinking about your friendly gesture, but doesn’t show it, opting to lighten the mood instead. He decides to use this opportunity to talk to you alone while he has the chance. “Y/N-ssi?” You look away from his lips on the coffee cup to make eye-contact. “Ne Yoongi-ssi?” “Are you busy tonight?” he asks cordially. You slowly shake your head from side to side, wondering if you should be busy with something. Is this a trick question? Is there a project that you’ve forgotten about? 

“Would you like to go out for dinner this evening?” he asks, all traces of emotion hidden from his face, Daegu dialect pulling through. “Sure,” you accept politely, smiling slightly and internally questioning if that was the correct response or not. “Which of the other colleagues will be there?” you enquire. His face morphs into an unidentifiable expression after you ask what seemed like a perfectly reasonable question to you. 

You’re so naïve.

Your innocent mind and purity almost makes him swoon. He nearly shows it, but tries to stifle the giddiness in his chest. He pretends to be unaffected. “I meant just the two of us. Together. On a date,” he says plainly, awaiting your response.

He observes your pretty face and watches the calculations go off in your head as the final realization in your eyes set in and your lips move to form the word “Oh.” He fears that you might change your mind and waits to hear if your answer to his question changes. 

It doesn’t. 

He watches your beautiful features contort ever so slightly as you hesitate. “I’ve never been on a date before,” you say earnestly. His face relaxes, relieved that that was the only worry plaguing your brilliant mind and he lets out a breath that he hadn’t realized he was holding. “That’s ok. I’ll teach you. I haven’t been on many dates recently either. The K-Pop idol lifestyle isn’t really conducive to it.” He lets out a little chuckle as you huff out a small laugh of relief too. He has successfully made you feel better about your inexperience, he thinks. 

You squirm and fidget with your sleeve, “But –” Apparently not so successful he realizes, “– I don’t know what’s socially acceptable. I-I don’t know how to kiss. I don’t know how to…” you rattle off, stumbling over your own words. It is in that moment that he knows you’re just as insecure about this as he is. You’re overthinking as much as he is, maybe even a bit more, judging by the stutter that just slipped out your pretty mouth. He leans back in his chair, pale fingers clasped together around the cup in his lap, the cardboard warm. There’s a faint gummy smile tugging on his lips as he takes another sip from the coffee. Amused eyes peer in your direction from behind the cup to see the cogwheels churning in your head. You’re adorable. Your face is tinted slightly pink to match the thin ribbon bow in your hair. He’s about to reassure you again when your rambling continues.

“Yoongi-ssi, I don’t know how to… I-I’m a virgin,” you admit. There. You said it.

He immediately splutters the liquid in his mouth, covering it with his sleeve, bending over and placing the cup on his desk without caring if it spills as he gasps for air in his coughing fit. Wow. Ok. It’s Yoongi’s turn to blush now. You really are getting way ahead of yourself. Next thing he knows, you’ll be contemplating marriage and telling him that you don’t know how to be a mother. He doesn’t mind. It’s endearing. He chuckles, gummy smile now on full display as he averts his gaze. The corners of his eyes crinkle and flatten slightly as his small pearly square teeth are clearly visible in a straight line.

You wonder if he’s laughing at you. Have you gone too far? Have you put him on the spot? You cringe. You’ve said too much. 

He’s received millions of proposals before. Quite literally, millions. Yet, somehow, yours would be the only one in consideration. You’re the only person on Earth that Min Yoongi would fear rejection from. He hopes you don’t know that if you had actually asked about marriage, he would have said yes in an instant. If you’d actually verbalised your insecurity about motherhood, he would have held your hand through all of it, regardless of how hard you’d squeeze, even if you’d crush his hand in the process. 

He grips the armrests of his swivel chair, using his legs to push the chair’s wheels out from under his desk and hoists himself up to stand. He glances down at your cute closed espadrille sandals with pink straps and a slight platform. He's wearing socks, shoes kicked off haphazardly at the door, but he towers over you nonetheless. He strides toward you, socks padding against the dark carpet, and you think he’s about to escort you gracefully out of his studio. He’s so close to you now, peering down at your flushed face with a fond look and a twinkle in his feline eyes. 

He cups your cheeks with both of his hands and continues to stare into your soul while you innocently stare right back. His fingers are rough, callouses from a lifetime of guitar practice, grazing your cheek. The string tied around his wrist tickles your ear as his hands push your hair back, framing your face. 

Your eyes strain to look up at him, struggling to focus when the dim lights above you create a blinding halo over his head. Your arms dangle aimlessly and lame at your sides, not knowing what to do or how to react. You think he’s about to take back his offer to take you out for dinner. You understand. It’s ok. You know you’re awkward. 

He tilts his head closer to yours, the proximity making you question your decision to wear less perfume today. The next thing you know, you feel his eyelashes on your cheeks and his bitter coffee breath fanning over your top lip before you register what’s happening. Your eyes are wide open from shock, his doll-like lips pressing into yours while you’re frozen in place. Realization hits you and you close your eyes, soaking in the unexpected sensations flowing through you. All those thoughts swarming in your head a minute ago have come to a halt and you just enjoy this feeling of closeness. You let your natural instincts take over and slowly move your mouth to mould with his, relaxing against his touch. You’ve never experienced this before. You’re happy it’s with Yoongi. 

Yoongi holds your face still, channelling all of the energy that he’s had pent up, into his first kiss with you. He wants this intimate moment to be memorable. For both of you. He’s actually glad that he’ll be your first. Your first kiss, your first date, the first man to hold your hand with the intention of never letting go, and your first… well, your first partner. He hopes to be your last and only. You’re pure, innocent and untainted. He likes that.

You have no idea how much courage it took him to ask you out. Yoongi has the confidence to be able to perform in front of millions of ARMYs, but it was nowhere to be seen when it came to asking you this big question today. His confidence had vanished into thin air and all he was left with was his usual calm demeanour which he hopes did the trick. He hopes it sounded casual enough even though he could hear his heart pounding in his throat. 

He’s been observing you for a while now, seeing as you pass by while running your errands each day. He had been admiring you since the day you started working at the company, thanking the heavens for Bang PD placing you in the same section of the building where his studio was located. The perfect view of your desk was visible through his window where no one could see him being distracted every single day. 

He’d noticed a lot about you in the last few months that he’d known you, like how consistently hard working you are and how you always pay attention to detail. He watched you pouring coffee for Namjoon the other day, swirling a floral pattern into the foam before capping the plastic lid on the paper cup and being careful not to spill a drop. He hopes that one day, he’ll be the only man receiving coffee from your dainty hands. You're clever, beautiful and have a heart of gold. How could he not want to be selfish and keep you all to himself?

It was strange how quickly he'd warmed up to you considering how long it usually takes him to become comfortable with strangers. He's usually so introverted, but holding your face in his palms and having you close to him just felt so normal, so easy, natural and just so right.

As he slowly and reluctantly releases your face from his passionate grip, he realizes there’s something that he hasn’t admitted to you. 

Your eyes flutter open. Neither of you know how long the kiss lasted. Time itself had stopped. Nothing else in the world mattered in that moment. He’d caught you off guard, but you didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you quite liked it, even though he’d left you feeling slightly light-headed. There’s a faint coffee bitterness lingering on your lips, but you can’t bring yourself to wipe the sweet aftertaste away. He’s smirking and you wonder if you’re dreaming. Did he, Min Yoongi, really just kiss you, or are you standing there dumbfounded while he smirks at you after you’d imagined the whole thing? No, you couldn’t have imagined it. You don’t think your mind is capable of being creative enough to come up with something so vivid. Could he hear what’s going on in your head? No, that’s not possible. Right? 

He clears his throat awkwardly, removing you from your dazed state. “Don’t worry Y/N. We’ll get to the other things you mentioned at a later stage, but for now, I think you’d better get back to work.” It is an unsaid promise that there is more where that came from. You look up at him shyly, not knowing what to say, but slowly nodding in acknowledgement, his words left lingering in the coffeed air between you. His smile brightens before disappearing entirely as if it was never there, making you believe that this was, indeed, just a dream all along. “We’ll leave work at seven,” he says flatly, no traces of his adoration shining through anymore like the warm words shared before. He then walks over to his desk and plonks himself back into the swivel chair, slouching lazily once again, wishing you’d stay, but he’d never show it. 

You notice a soft smile peeping through his unphased facade, but it might just be in your imagination again, so you don’t say anything. It still warms your heart to think that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do. 

You bow, flustered, unable to wipe the blush and smile off your face, and turn around to exit. Just before closing the door behind you, you peek back in to see his back facing you, headphones on with dark fluffy hair bopping to the music as before like nothing had happened. You prefer his natural hair colour. You giggle to yourself like a schoolgirl as soon as the door is closed, quick to try neutralize your face when you see someone approaching in the hallway. If this was what your first kiss was like, you couldn’t wait for your first date later this evening.

What you hadn’t seen when you looked back into his studio to see the back of his head, was that Yoongi had the brightest gummy smile plastered over his face with the rosiest doughy cheeks that no one else would ever see. You had energized him, not with the coffee that you’d brought with you, but merely with your presence. As much as he should use this new found energy to get his work done before your date together, he was not going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the day. He’d end up writing ballads instead of the hardcore rap that he’d intended. He thinks, one day, he’ll show you his lyric book, littered with scribbles and confessions all about you. You are his muse after all.

He closes his eyes to picture your reaction from earlier that he’d done his best to memorise. It’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. It’s both a blessing and a curse that you are so blissfully unaware of his feelings for you. You don’t notice the fondness in his gaze when he stares at you. You’ve never noticed that he can’t pry his eyes off of you no matter how hard he tries to look away. Even after he’d silently committed his life to you, blatantly asked you out on a date, and kissed you like you were his life support, you didn’t know that he wanted you to be his, forever. You probably thought of him as a guy who just hit on you and kissed you to shut you up. You don’t know that he had kissed you to shut himself up. He needed a way to stop himself from saying the most ridiculously cliched poetry and to stop him from proclaiming everything to the world. He needed a way to show you how much he cared about you without embarrassing himself. He needed a way to reassure you and to settle the insecurities that he witnessed roaming around in your head. 

He doesn’t know when his feelings for you started to develop. What he does know, is that they are diamond strong, and that everything with you just feels right. While you were frantically confessing that you didn’t know how to kiss or go on a date, there was only one thing going through his head. There was something that he didn’t know how to do either. You thought that you were getting ahead of yourself. Compared to him, you were nowhere close. The thing that he didn’t admit to you while he let you babble on, was that he, Min Yoongi, didn’t know how to say the words ‘I love you’.

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She really didn’t know what to think when Tim asked to move in for a second time the next morning.

On the one hand, it felt like she was taking advantage of him. He’d seen her get shot and she doubted he’d really thought rationally since.

On the other hand… he essentially lived there already and it would do a lot to alleviate the anxiety the both of them had...

She rubbed her eyes -- ha, as if she hadn’t been awake the whole night to make sure he hadn’t had nightmares -- for an excuse to look away while she thought. What should she do? She would be lying if she said she didn’t want him to move in, she knew that was clouding her judgement, but even if she recognized her bias it wasn’t easy to just put it aside.

She sighed lightly and lowered a hand from her eyes. Tim looked really cute after having just woken up with his hair all messy and his eyes half lidded and one of his cheeks slightly flatter where he’d been resting his head against her and who can really say no to that face?

… well, Marinette supposed that would allow both of them to relax a little...

She let her hands drop to rest on top of his.

“Sure, darling. If you want you can move in… but, if you ever want to move out, I won’t stop you. Just ask.”

He cracked a tiny smile. “The only time I’d ever move out of this place is if you were changing apartments.”

She snickered. “Where I go, you go?”

“You have no idea,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “You bats and your dumb cryptic sentences. Would it kill you guys to ever say a single thing directly?”

“Yes. I’m pretty sure that I would drop dead on the spot.”

Her lips twitched. “Oh yeah? Heart attack or sniper?”

“Can’t tell you. I would drop dead on the spot.”

“Damn. Foiled again by the… mystery cause of death!”

The smile on Tim’s face brightened and he looped his arms around her. “You’d save me.”

“Oh? And miss out on my chance to get that rich boy money you probably gave me in your will?”

He schooled his face back into a serious look. “I see. I’ll have to write you out of my will, then. Make sure you bring me back.”

“Nooooooooo! My scheme! Ruined! Now how will I become a millionaire without trying?!”

They looked at each other for a few seconds, his face purposefully smug and hers pinched into a frown…

And then they broke character, giggles falling from their lips and smiles lighting up their faces. She tipped her head forward until it rested against his chest. He squeezed her tighter.

Then, to her surprise, he flopped back on the couch, pulling her with him. “Alright, sleepy time,” he said cheerfully.

“Darling --.”

“You didn’t sleep last night. Sleep.”

She pressed against his chest until she could sit up just enough to glare at him. “I have super strength. May not be as strong as Connor or anything but I can definitely get away from you if I wanted.”

“Of course.” A smug look made its way across his face. “But you wouldn’t hurt your darling, would you?”

She glared harder despite the slight reddening of her cheeks. His smirk didn’t waver.

Marinette huffed and dropped back down. “You’re the worst.”

“You love me.”

She didn’t respond to that, instead just grumbling ‘pillows don’t talk’ and letting herself finally nod off.

~

Having two perfectionists trying to figure out the layout of a limited living space might not have been their brightest idea. They should have, at least, gotten someone to help.

Instead they had brought out Marinette’s tape measure and mapped out the entire apartment on a sheet of paper and then made tiny shapes for the furniture. Now, they sat at the table, obsessively moving pieces around.

It could have been worse, of course. Neither of them were the type to hoard things. He wasn’t all that concerned with anything other than his clothes and his laptop. Marinette only cared about her clothes, video games, and baking tools -- all of which could be tucked away in the provided closets and cabinets with ease. If needed they could probably get by with nothing but a dresser and a pull out bed each.

So, yeah, their own personal living styles weren’t the problem…

It was their work. Who knew their workaholic tendencies would be their downfall (besides everyone, of course)? She needed a lot of space for her fabrics and mannequins to make sure nothing got damaged. Tim would need a lot of space for his supercomputer if he didn’t want to make the long trip to Bristol every night.

Speaking of the trip to Bristol! He needed a place to put his motorbike and his suit. Shit. He could find a place to park his bike if he tried, but… he started cutting out a piece for the suit.

Marinette saw him adding more stuff and her head hit the table.

He snickered a little and poked her hair until she, however reluctantly, picked her head back up to send him a halfhearted glare. He smiled, reaching over and plucking the tiny square of paper from where it had stuck itself to her forehead. A blush spread across her cheeks.

Then she happened to glance down and her annoyance was back in full force.

“We didn’t think this through,” she said.

His smile became more strained as he looked down at their map. “Moving sounds so easy on paper.”

“Maybe it’s easier for people who don’t have such complicated lives.”

“Yeah. You’re right. I’m quitting.”

“Aw, but then I’ll lose my patrol buddy! I’ll have to do everything with your siblings instead.”

His nose scrunched up. “God, no. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please, you love your siblings.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know they’re the worst.”

She looked like she was going to argue, but then she tipped her head and nodded. “True.”

He snickered.

Their smiles disappeared quickly as they looked back at the layout of the apartment. Could they even fit all their stuff?

… wait, actually, could they?

He started shuffling things in and he realized that, if they wanted to have space to walk, there wasn’t enough room. No wonder they’d had so much trouble finding a layout that would work. It was literally impossible. They needed more space.

She hesitated slightly. “... what if we bought out the apartment next to this one for work? It could even double as a backup in case you ever decide you want to have a place of your own again.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Can we do that?”

“You’re rich, you could probably figure it out.”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, yes, we can technically kick out the people next door but I’d kind of prefer if we didn’t displace random families.”

“I mean… we could always…” She made a stabbing motion.

He couldn’t laugh at that. Laughing at that would be bad. So he wouldn’t do that.

“Bean -- Mari -- no.”

“I’m just saying! We’d even get the apartment at a discount!”

Okay, he might have laughed a little.

… they didn’t end up stabbing anyone but, hey, if the family next door happened to get some huge scholarship courtesy of The Wayne Foundation that they didn’t remember applying for with the stipulation that they would have to move districts... then they just so happened to have a lucky break. Good for them.

Which meant that they only really needed to buy a desk, a dresser, and a bed.

So they went to Ikea! A boring place where no shenanigans ever happen!

… well, no shenanigans ever happen if you’re not a pair of vigilantes that bounce bad ideas off of each other like they were playing a particularly intense game of Don’t Let The Balloon Touch The Ground and the entire world would blow up if they dared to lose.

Speaking of things that touch the ground, the resident dumbasses should probably have kept their feet firmly planted on it.

Marinette squinted down the escalator. “Oh, they’re definitely going to kick us out.”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

“Maybe arrested.”

“Maybe that, too,” he said brightly, checking the pot over his head to make sure it wouldn’t come off.

“... the PR team is going to hate us,” she warned him.

“Absolutely.” He could feel the gaze on the back of his head, telling him that the employees had noticed them and, quite likely, knew what they were planning. “Ready?”

A grin spread across her face. “Of course.”

He smirked. “Good, because they’re coming.”

She glanced back at the employees making their way over to interfere.

“Threetwoonego!”

He pushed off with his foot, relishing in her indignant yelp, and grinned widely as he started the very bumpy ride that was snowboarding down an escalator. He’d thought he’d be more or less okay because he had been a skateboarder but it turns out that boarding down moving stairs is very different from boarding down flat planes. He let loose a string of curses as he struggled to hold the plank of wood to his feet and not die a very painful, very stupid death.

Marinette came whizzing past him, eyes wide and the tray she’d been using as a board somehow missing.

She met his eyes briefly and flashed a grin.

And then they crashed.

It was about as painful as one would expect. Tim was glad that he’d thought to give himself a pot-helmet-thing because it had cracked down the middle and he didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t done that.

And he was the lucky one. He got out with a few bruises and a better appreciation for his own life. Marinette was nursing an arm that looked like it was trying to imitate the escalator they had just slid down, lips pressed together tightly as tears threatened to escape.

He carefully crawled over to check for any other injuries that might have been less noticeable.

She grinned up at him, either because he was currently checking to see if her teeth were all in place or to be smug. What she could currently be smug about, though, he had no clue…

“You’re so stupid,” he told her, just in case she wasn’t already aware.

Her smug grin remained even after he had removed the finger from her mouth. “You’re just mad that I won.”

“... sorry?” He hadn’t even been thinking about their impromptu race, too concentrated on the whole ‘making sure they hadn’t just died’ thing, and it took a moment for his brain to catch up. Then he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, won a pretty new cast, maybe.”

She snickered. “You had to cheat and you still didn’t even win. How does it feel to suck?”

“Probably still better than it feels to have a broken arm.”

She sat up. “It’s fine, I’ll live.”

He snorted. “You bet you will. I’m going to bubble wrap the whole apartment.”

“You can’t babyproof the place! We don’t even have kids yet!”

Before he could question her use of the word ‘yet’, the employees managed to get their attention. They were trying to get down the currently very broken escalator and the one that was currently going the wrong way for them. Despite this, the two of them had only a minute max before they reached them.

Marinette and Tim locked eyes.

“Run?” She suggested.

He was already getting to his feet. He dropped a business card for the employees and turned to her.

He grabbed her good hand and they sprinted out of the store, smiles lighting up their faces and laughter spilling from their lips. The poor employees hadn’t stood a chance of catching the two vigilantes, even injured as they were. They knew the city like the back of their hands and were able to weave in and out of side streets and alleyways without much thought.

Once they were sure that no one was following them -- leaving a store unattended in Gotham was a terrible idea and Tim had left a card for them to call -- she tugged him to hide between two buildings.

They squeezed into the tiny space and leaned into each other for support while they struggled to catch their breath. Her good hand came up to grip his shirt. He rested his forehead against the wall above her.

She lifted her gaze to his and he wished she hadn’t because he’d already been out of breath enough before she’d done that but now here was staring into her blue eyes, the corners crinkled in a way that had become so familiar to him over the past few months, and god… all he could think about was all the stories that described how time stopped when you fell in love… and how those stories couldn’t be more wrong. He would have hated for that to happen because if time stopped then he would have to see that perfect smile of hers in anything but real time and he doubted that it would have looked nearly as beautiful without the way her shoulders shook with barely restrained laughter or the slight fluttering of her lashes or the steady pinkening of her cheeks.

She finally gave a little puff of laughter. “What?”

He blinked once, trying to bring himself back to what was going on. “Oh, I was just thinking…”

“Oh? Don’t strain yourself.”

He smiled. “I was just going to say something nice but instead I’ll insult you on your stealth. You’d be a terrible criminal, laughing during your getaway.”

She rolled her eyes. “You laughed, too.”

“Yeah, but when I did it it was super cool and professional.”

“Ah, I see. How could I not have noticed it before?”

He snickered. “Well, if today has proved anything, it’s that you are not, in fact, the world’s greatest detective.”

She grinned. “You were the one that put the pot on my head originally.”

“You came up with the idea to go down the escalators like that.”

“You agreed.”

“You -- I -- shut up,” he complained, sending her a glare.

She smiled at him until he pretty much had no choice but to smile back, letting his head fall the last few inches to press his forehead against hers.

Her hand gripped his shirt a little tighter.

He moved his hands from the wall to her waist.

They stood there, letting time pass them by, searching each other's eyes for some sort of answer to the question neither of them could bring themselves to ask aloud. He bit his lip, trying to swallow down his anxiety.

Her eyes flicked to his lips, her own parted as if to say something, before she seemed to think better of it.

She closed the gap. His heart skipped a beat at the feather-soft feeling of her lips against his and he let his eyes flutter shut. She teased his lip out from between his teeth with her own.

And then she pulled back just slightly.

He opened his eyes just enough to see her shy smile and the blush lighting up her face.

“You… you really have to stop doing that. They’ll get chapped --.”

He pressed forward again, capturing her lips in a kiss that was far more desperate than the last. She gasped quietly and he took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. The hand fisted in his shirt slid up to wrap around the back of his neck, dragging him even closer. He pressed her back against the wall, a hand trailing up to tangle itself in her hair, trying to reach more --.

She brought her bad arm up to cradle his face and then yelped in pain.

He jumped back. Right. Broken arm. Looks like a staircase. Not good.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh… let’s get you treated.”

~

Marinette ended up with a pink cast and an order to stay home for at least a week.

She pouted, resting her head back against the couch as she watched him shuffle around in search of his second shoe (it was tucked behind her back, but he didn’t need to know that). “I’m not a child, you guys can’t just ground me,” she complained for what felt like the millionth time.

Tim rolled his eyes. “We all have to do it when we break bones unless it’s an all hands on deck situation. Been like that since even before I was Robin.”

“But B goes out with broken bones all the time!”

“That’s different.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“It is. If there is a situation where B can be a hypocrite he will do it”

Marinette scoffed. “And you’re allowed out because…?”

He started counting off on his fingers. “None of my bones are broken, my job requires me to leave, I don’t get in trouble 9/10 times I leave the house… should I go on?”

“Last one is a lie,” she mumbled.

“No, I only get in trouble, like, 8/10 times I leave.”

It was hard to maintain her glare. She settled for sticking her tongue out at him like the mature adult she was. He returned it, despite the fact that he was also an adult according to the law.

He grinned and came to sit next to her on the couch. She shifted around until she was leaning against him instead of the couch, legs tangling with his.

He didn’t say anything about the blatant attempt at trapping him there with her. Instead, he leaned closer to her face and said: “Speaking of leaving, do you happen to know where my other shoe is?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Why do I get the feeling that you already know where it is?”

He snickered. “I know you, Bean. So, can I have it back?”

“Hm… I don’t know…” she said, twirling his tie around her hand.

He let her pull him down for a kiss. She giggled against his lips as his hands ghosted over her in search of the missing shoe. She kept her good hand at his collar as a kind of silent promise that she wouldn’t -- couldn’t -- move the shoe, even throwing her bad arm around his neck just in case.

He pulled away a few moments later, squinting at her suspiciously. “I’m beginning to suspect I’ve been tricked.”

Her eyes widened in mock innocence. “Me? Trick you? I could never.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, where is it?”

She glanced at the time and smirked. “I guess you’ve earned it…” She pulled her foot out from between the couch cushions to show him the shoe she had hastily slipped on when he’d gotten close.

He scoffed lightly and slipped it off. “Y’know, if I had literally one of the most common fetishes in the world that wouldn’t have worked.”

“But you don’t, so it did,” she chirped with a cheeky grin.

“Guess that’s true…” He pecked her lips one last time before pulling his shoe on and she grinned as she watched him head to the door.

Only to stop a little short because of a knock.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced back. “Are one of my siblings coming over?”

She pressed her lips together thinly to keep herself from laughing. “It’s not any of their normal times. I just figured that, if I had to be home alone all day and couldn’t really do any work because my stupid cast, I should at least keep busy while you were gone.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped forward and opened the door to reveal a delivery guy with three giant boxes. The furniture they had ordered from Ikea had arrived.

He signed for them and then turned to glare at her. “You planned all this so I couldn’t go.”

“I mean… you could always leave me here to do them myself.” She batted her eyelashes at him innocently. “Of course, my broken arm will make it a little difficult but I’m sure I’ll manage.”

She had been stared down by Batman in full kevlar, she could handle the glare Tim gave her in his slightly messy work suit.

Then, he sighed. “Do you have a backup plan?”

“Obviously. Don’t think you’ll like that one as much.”

He scowled. “You’re really this determined to not be home alone?”

“Oh, no, this is about getting B to allow me out. Trapping you and your siblings here is just a means to that end.”

“You’re going to be trapping my siblings here, too?”

She grinned. “Yep. They show up all the time, might as well use that.”

His shoulders slumped a little.

She giggled. “If I have to stay inside all the time then so do you guys. It’s the rules.”

And, so, she reached for him until he pressed a short kiss to her lips.

Then, they got to work. Or, rather, he did. She had been relegated to just sitting nearby and helping him figure out how to build it.

She took a few pictures for their public accounts as necessary: a picture of him with three screws poking out of his mouth while he tried to figure out the weird L-shaped tool he’d been given, a picture of the two of them staring at the instruction sheet with confused frowns on their faces (taken by Tikki), Vanelope enjoying the boxes the stuff had come in, what was definitely not a thirst pic of Tim, and then the finished furniture in the apartment.

It was there, right before she was about to post it, that she realized that she hadn’t actually publicly followed any of the Waynes. She squinted at her bio, which proclaimed that she would only follow people she genuinely liked, and then at the ten people she had followed. The internet would notice if she suddenly followed eight more people.

“Darling?”

He peeked an eye open from where he was relaxing on the couch and then raised an arm for her. She took his hand and smiled a little when he pulled her into his lap so he could hug her like a pillow.

Then she pulled a more serious look to her face. “Do you want to go public or not?”

He buried his face in her neck. “Sure.”

“... not even gonna think about it?”

He shrugged. “They’re going to suspect it no matter what. Especially since we were goofing around in an Ikea of all places and you’re uploading pictures of me helping you with furniture.”

She nodded slightly. “I know, but I don’t have to upload them.”

There was a long silence as they considered their options.

Eventually he just sighed and tightened his grip on her. “I’ll go with anything you want to do, Bean.”

She relaxed slowly and, hesitantly, she sent him the photos. “Here, you can upload them, too. Might as well make it public on both of our accounts.”

He picked his head up slightly to check out the pictures. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her shoulder at the picture of Vanelope. “This one is nice.”

She snickered. “All cats are cute, obviously it would make a nice picture.”

He hummed his agreement. “No offense to you, you’re cute and all, but the cat definitely wins the cutest here.”

“I’m not offended at all. We could never beat that.”

Then, she got an idea.

“Except… maybe… want a picture of us kissing for the reveal?”

“I’ll take any excuse,” he said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes even as she felt her face warm. “You don’t need an excuse to kiss me, dumbass.”

Now it was his turn to blush. Yay, revenge.

… also, it would be cute for the picture if they were both a little red for it.

She twisted in his lap to press a kiss to his lips. His hands came up to cradle her face. She threw her bad arm around his neck, fingers threaded in his hair.

Her camera clicked. They ignored it.

[anythingonlife]

Reasons for Job Change

                                         Reasons For Job Change

                                                                                                               As we know life is a movement of changes and it is this change that defines and shapes our life constantly. This same movement of change has seeped into our professional aspect of life (jobs) thereby making this field of life more challenging and exciting.

 Job Changes or changing are what make a profession retain its spice and lusture because it opens the door to new opportunities and enables an individual to reach his/her full potential in this ever-evolving field.

 There can be many reasons for job changes and it varies from individual to individual but after looking and studying some common patterns we have tried to put some burning and yet constant reasons for a change in jobs.

 10 Core Reasons For Job change:

While salary could be viewed as the most important reason for a job change, it is just the tip of the iceberg. Man is not a machine he/she has an emotional aspect too and whatever we may say but the psychological environment he /she works in plays a crucial role in determining whether he stays there or decides to leave.

That being said now let us look at some of the key reasons for job change without beating around the bush and see if we can try and organize the Key Reasons:

 -          Overwork-

 Organizations are always looking for very hardworking people and those who meet deadlines at any cost. These two are great attributes to have for an employee but as we know sometimes blessings can be tricky especially if you are working in a private organization.

However hardworking you may be but a human mind has its physical limits and it will breakdown after a certain amount of time under constant pressure. This is exactly what happens with an individual who is overstuffed with assignments and projects and has no breathing space.

 Slowly this overwork starts to take a toll on his emotional as well as physical well-being, his relationships with people around him start to get affected and in that case, the individual has no choice but to give up no matter how lucrative the perks are.

 Don’t believe me? Talk to an MBA finance employee.

  Underworked:

 This is one of the most under looked of reasons for job change.

While overwork can be mentally exhausting underwork can be mentally frustrating and dissatisfying. While people generally go to a job for its financial benefits, they may also want to work because it provides them an opportunity to reach their full potential by defining goals in life and working towards it or it could just serve as an escape from the monotonicity of daily life.

 Surely if these expectations are not met then he/she is bound to change his job.

               Limited opportunity:

          The human mind is always on the look for expanding his knowledge and experience which can only happen when opportunities are abundant.

Opportunities in the job provide fresh motivation to employees and it keeps the work culture of an individual intact thereby providing him with a  sense of belonging.

People want to cultivate more skills and knowledge and want to test themselves in the best of situations and challenges, and if a job doesn't provide them with these opportunities they are surely going to try and find a better option for them. Such is human nature.

 Poor Man Management

Recently I was reading a survey result online that showed that bad management is one of the top 2 key reasons for a job change.

I have seen many companies promoting their employees to the post of manager as if it were a position where only experience counts and not the required skill set. This leads to great insecurity and distrust among junior employees.

I have seen many managers just shouting upon their co-workers to get a job done instead of guiding and directing them cordially. This is because they lack the proper training and expertise to get the job done. Also, unclear expectations generally leave employees frustrated and wanting to leave their job.

 Employees are also unwilling to confide their problems (both personal and professional) with such managers, as a result, there is always a lack of proper and free communication between them. This leads to more insecurity among workers which eventually leads to people wanting to change their jobs.

 When Hard work is not Awarded but flattery is:

When some people realize that no matter how hard they work they are not getting the deserved promotions and someone who underperforms but can flatter his boss and colleagues is progressing leaps and bounds, then you can be rest assured that they do not need any other reason for job change (especially if they are someone who believes in hard work and not flattery).

Hardworking people generally have very high self-esteem and they are not willing to sacrifice it no matter what. And if an organization threatens their beliefs and principle then there is no looking back for them.

 Better Salary offers:

Now comes the most obvious reason for job change i.e. financial security. It is but obvious that money is the most important motivation factor when it comes to a job and it is no surprise that an individual will incline towards an organization that out pays his previous organization.

We all want a bank amount that is stuffed with money for the obvious reason that it makes our life smooth and gives us a sense of security and settlement both physically and psychologically.

This has to be the most obvious reason for job change.

 Lack of holidays

This might sound out of context but timely holidays do play a massive role in the rejuvenation and rehabilitation of employees and if disallowed can prove to be one of prominent reasons for job change. After all, the brain needs rest every once in a while, to get its mojo back and can’t just go on like a machine in the same pattern for years.

If you look closely and try to relate you will see why European companies do so well. It is because they maintain a great balance between work and holidays.

It is one of the key reasons why most of the employees who join a European organization are willing to work there almost all through their life.

 Work culture issues:

Individuals who work in an organization are different and they need to be treated and managed differently. An organization where people are judged by the way they look, what they wear, how they talk etc. (especially in the modern era where some companies promote casual wear, have recreation rooms, encourage their employees to be more open about their insecurities) is bound to collapse

I heard this somewhere online an employee quit his job because he wasn’t allowed to carry his headphones to work.

Work ethics and culture are changing so should organizations.

Culture is related indirectly to emotions, which plays a key role in one of  reasons for job change.

 Great changes in your lifestyle or life itself

 Suppose you marry someone who works in another state, or your spouse gets a tremendously good job offer that needs you to maneuver immediately. Or maybe you're about to have a child, or an aging parent is about to shift in with you. You want to spend longer together with your family, and your current job situation might not provide the leverage or that kind of shift in your priorities.

 In some cases, your employer might even be willing to help you find a new job, cultivating a long-term relationship in case you're able to return in the future.

However, if this is not the case and you are facing resistance from your employer then it might just be the reason that you need to start looking elsewhere for a job change.

You can surely put this under the category of one of the strange reasons job change

 Suddenly you have discovered that you want to do something else

 How many of us have heard or have experienced that once they embark upon our career and as we gain financial security in our lives suddenly, we discover our hidden gifts and talents and realize what we actually want to do. something that could actually give us that sense of satisfaction and add meaning to our life and work.

In such a scenario individual who don’t just believe in having a big bank account as a means to satisfaction will surely listen to their inner calling and switch to another career or organization.

This factor has gained momentum recently in becoming one of top reasons for job change.

 The job is not based on your strengths

Perhaps you started your current job under the impression that it would allow you to use your unique strengths to do the work. When you began work and began learning the ins and outs of your job, you realized rather than playing to your strengths, the position requires skills, strengths or a disposition that isn't in line with who you are and to a certain extent exposes your weakness.

If you're in a position that plays more to your weaknesses than your strengths, then there may be an option to tilt the balance in your favor. Perhaps you’ll learn new skills that cause you to better fitted to -- and more satisfied in -- the work. Maybe there's another position within the company that suits your interests, and you can find a way to smooth the transition. If the difference between what you would like to do and what you want to do is severe, however, you may gain from talking with your supervisor.

Be honest with your boss: Explain that the job doesn't capitalize on your strengths, and you feel it's best to find an opportunity that serves you the best. If you've presented your case well, your boss could also be willing to figure with you and adapt your position or assist you to enter an edge within the corporate that better suits your strengths. This isn't always possible, but giving your boss the prospect to assist you before you quit will ensure that you're respected as a genuine employee if you ever get to come back to your boss for a reference.

 Why job change might be a good thing for you.

 Whatever be the reason for job change, as everything in universe it has its own benefits

 Job changes however hectic and demanding they might be do provide a sense of new role and challenge to your life.

As you switch jobs you mix with different people and sometimes different cultures. This helps in removing that barrier between people and in turn, makes you only more inclusive and a broad-minded person.

As you meet new people and share their experiences and see that most of them go through the same daily life challenges and insecurities as you do, the sense of isolation within you starts to disappear and this, in turn, makes you a more confident person and enhances your leadership skills.

 Whatever might be the reason for  job change, one thing is for sure it does look good on your portfolio because the employers realize that you have the required skill sets to work in different organizations. It also makes them realize that they just can’t take you for granted because you are in demand and have the ability to switch anytime they make you feel uncomfortable.

Often the above factors play a crucial role in landing you a fat pay check when you do switch.

 Job changes allow an individual to reach his potential, explore new opportunities, new skill sets and provide you opportunities to continuously challenge yourself in the most competitive of environments.

 However, you must be careful in not switching jobs too quickly because it might present your employers with a negative sketch of your character (someone who is too fickle and restless and lacks consistency and commitment)

 Now let’s look at the other side of job change

4 reasons why you don’t want a job change

  You don’t want to upset your current employer:

Maybe, you have a great relationship with your boss or your manager. He has guided you throughout the initial stages of your career and maybe even helped you financially sometime or the other.

Such a nice boss would surely be hard to leave, considering the fact that you don’t know what kind of a boss would you be having when you do make the switch. Also, your current boss is very polite to you.

This raises expectations in your mind about the ideal boss behavior and the mind starts to seek security in this person (almost like a family) and it gets harder by the day to leave such a friendly environment.

Give your best until the very last minute of your employment there, but slowly let them know that there might be better opportunities for you that present themselves. Also, let them know that how wonderful an experience it has been working with them and if the opportunities present themselves again you would surely be willing to work with them.

This way you would sound like a true professional and they will respect your decision.

 You are comfortable doing what you do

In your current company, you have a particular kind of role and you are expected to do certain tasks that you have been doing daily. This has made the mind comfortable in a particular pattern and you have become almost smugly satisfied.

However, switching job might require you to learn new skills and techniques that might push you out of your comfort zone and this can be a very uncomfortable task especially when you have spent years doing a particular thing in a particular way.

Try to reignite the passion in your work by realizing that life is a movement of change and those who don’t change become like stagnant water. Give yourself opportunities to explore new talents and skills, who knows you might uncover your hidden gifts.

 You are afraid that you may not make it

Self-doubts can be a tough one to deal with. This is where you really start to fall into the trap of self-pity and its vicious cycle. Self-doubt can make you go through many sleepless nights, even the best accept this fact.

You may think that you don’t have the necessary skills to crack the job or even if you do you might question your communication skills.

In these situations, the key thing to realize is that “you are not alone”. You are not the first one to have it and you won’t be the last.

However, once you realize what is holding you back, then it is time to work upon yourself by making short-term goals and trying to get better each day.

Remember once you start exploring yourself and start working then there is no limit to what you can reach.

 Know more herehttps://recruitingdaily.com/7-big-reasons-people-change-jobs/

[detroitbydark]

Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chp 4

Pairing: Werewolf! Haz/Reader

Word Count: 1800+

Summary: Haz and Tom have a heart to heart.

A/N: No reader in this chapter but some interaction between Tom and Haz that was fun to write. Thank you to the Tom to my Jake, @aossi for dealing with me as a short little two chapter piece turns into some odd sprawling, world building thing. Love you!

Tom braces up behind the heavy bag as Harrison goes through a quick combination of punches. Four rapid fire pops sound before he’s stepping back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The blonde takes a breath and then moves back to the bag, hissing out a breath with each blow he places.

Tom watches his friend take a step back, thumbing his nose with his glove as he glares at the bag.

Harrison had been agitated for days now, pacing around the office, snapping at employees, working stupid long hours. It wasn’t like him and Tom was ready to get to the bottom of it. His second in command was usually as smooth and as level as they came.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Harrison looks up from where he’s dropped into a crouch to grab his water bottle. He takes a quick drink and then squirts a stream of water onto his face and into his hair.

“Not really.” He grunts pushing up and squaring up with the bag again.

“You’ve been doing this for nearly an hour.” Tom notes, a bored tone to his voice. Harrison rolls his head from side to side, placing a couple quick jabs in the air in front of him.

“I could do this all day. Your point?”

Tom barks out a dark laugh, “Enough Haz...Jesus Christ do I need to make it an order that you tell me what the fuck is up with you? Just make this easy on the both of us mate, what has got your knickers in a twist?” Maybe it’s the last comment but for a moment Tom thinks his best friend may go after him with one of the one-two punch combos he’s been working on. If that’s what it took to get him talking than so be it but he wasn’t looking forward to it.

The men’s eyes stay locked together for a moment longer before Harrison’s gaze falls to the floor, his shoulders slumping slightly. Tom feels a bit of relief as he watches his friend start pulling his gloves off, using his teeth to loosen the first. Once they’re off he’s sinking to the floor and slumping back against the wall, his head tipped to the ceiling. Tom sits a few feet from him, bringing his own water bottle to his mouth for a drink before he prods at Harrison again.

“So…”

“I like her”

“Y/n? Figured that’s why you've been chatting and why you brought her around the cafe-“

“No Tom, you don’t get it. It’s not just me. The wolf likes her too.” His admission has Tom stiffening. Well that was a new bit of information to digest.

Tom had dated a few girls before Emily had come along but it didn’t take much more than their first kiss for him to be gone on her and that other half, the wolf, had agreed.

As a boy, His father had explained the wolf was the other half of a man’s whole. The wolf was the instinct that humans had forgotten. Dom Holland had taught his boys to listen to their other half, to take into account what it was telling them. For Tom, when the wolf had chosen Emily he’d known that was that. He’d protect her at all costs, cherish her and keep her as his own til his dying breath. Things had been complicated by his inability to come clean with her and it had left her as a target when a pack war had broken out. He shook his head remembering the gut deep guilt he’d felt, the pain he’d felt seeing her in the hospital and then having to explain…

Now Harrison was here telling him that his wolf had made the choice of a girl he barely knew, one who wasn’t pack, wasn’t wolf.

“Are you sure?” Tom asks knowing it’s a stupid question. Harrison glares at him.

“I fucking know. God, I was kissing her and it wanted more. It wanted me to bite her, Mark her up...” Tom can see goosebumps rising over Harrison’s arms as he talks about it and he remembers how persuasive and tempting the wolf could be.

“What did you want?”

“Well the idea of sinking my teeth into her shoulder didn’t sound too bad.” Tom chuckles but it dies off quickly. Harrison runs a hand roughly over his face.

“I just wanted to be able to take her out and have fun. She’s great...like, bloody perfect but she’s here for what? Another couple months and then back across the Atlantic she goes?”

Tom winces he hadn’t even thought of that issue.

“Have you broken things off with her?” It had only been one date but Tom knew how Harrison got with girls he liked, he was like Velcro texting, calling, wanting to spend time with them. At least until he got bored but if his wolf was wanting to lay claim to Y/N than odds are he wasn’t likely to get bored. He doesn’t bother to point this out.

“I’ve fucking ghosted her man.” Harrison reaches into his nearby gym bag pulling out his phone and pulling up his texts he pushes it into his friend's hand.

Little Red: had a great time yesterday. When can we do it again?

Little Red: work blows. What are you doing?

Little Red: I feel like things kind of ended on a weird note the other night? We good?

Little Red: Alright. I get it. Thanks for lunch the other day. I’ll leave you alone.

The timestamps show the messages sent at different points over the last three days, with the most recent from last night. Tom cringes glancing over at Harrison as he reads them. His friend looks fucking miserable. No wonder he’d been acting like such a cunt the last few days.

“So that’s it?” Tom asks. Harrison gives him a narrowed look.

“And what’s that supposed to mean. Figured you of all people would be relieved by it.” Tom growls lowly.

“Cut your shit, Haz. If you want to see her see her just...don’t make the same mistakes I made, yeah?”

“Tom I barely know the girl and all these...feelings are springing up. What am I supposed to do about it?”

“Go with it? I don’t know?” Tom barely dodges the water bottle lobbed at his head.

“And when she leaves? What would you have done if Em had up and gone?”

Tom feels his stomach clench uncomfortably. Yeah, she nearly had but he’s not going to tell Haz (or anybody) about that.

“You don’t want to know brother.” Tom murmurs taking another drink. “Have you thought about maybe it could work. Maybe she’d stay?”

Harrison barks out a laugh.

“Really dude” Tom encourages “you’re the smoothest son of a bitch I know.”

“Yeah, we’ve known each other for barely a minute and I drop “hey babe, I’m a werewolf and I’m pretty sure at least half of me is already in love with you. Stay around a while?” Tom do you even hear yourself? She’d think I was a fucking nutter.”

“Do you even SEE yourself, Haz?” Tom asks, “You’re moody as fuck, moping and snapping at everyone around you. You’re already acting like a fucking nutter.” Harrison looks away, finding something interesting on the wall across the room.

“Harrison, call the girl and get your shit together.” Tom pushes up from the floor with a small groan. He stares hard at his friend. He hated to do it to the guy but he’ll pull the alpha card if he needs to. “That’s a fucking order Osterfield.”

Tom doesn’t miss the snarl that escapes Haz’s mouth as he makes his way to the locker room.

The door closes with a soft click and Harrison strides across the room,sinking into the leather chair behind his desk. His hair is still damp from the shower at the gym and his muscles are slowly to ache, the exertion from earlier catching up to him. He had a match in a few weeks and he needed to make sure to pace himself leading up to it. For now though there were other things to worry about.

The face of their Father’s money had been in construction and demolition while the big money had come in by other, more unseemly means. After Emily, Tom had demanded they keep things above board, not willing to put his mate at risk. It had caused a rift between the two generations and lead to Tom and Haz organizing the new pack. It was dicey between the two packs for a while though things between the parents and children eventually returned to normal but the packs stayed separate and the stipulation that things be kept legal would always stand when it came to Tom and Haz.

Now they kept their packmates cared for and employed by running one of the more successful series of clubs and promotions companies London had ever seen. Between the two of them Tom and Harrison oozed enough charm to get the deals they wanted made while Harry and Sam were masters at promotion. Tuwaine headed up security and kept their assets safe and secure with an eye for detail absolutely unrivaled. Emily’s cafe fell under the packs umbrella but she chose to keep it as separate from the clubs as she could, enjoying the comfort of her kitchen and the safe atmosphere her restaurant provided.

Harrison scrolls through the agenda in his phone. Tom had been right. He’d been a world class dick the last couple days and it wasn’t right. He added a note to grab Tuwaine and take him out for drinks at their favorite pub to say sorry. Thankfully the big man was about as understanding as they came but Haz knew he’d been pushing even his good nature to its limits the last few days. Without thinking he swipes from the agenda to his texts and looks at Y/n’s again. He almost wants to thank Tom for making it an order. Almost. He doesn’t know if he would have the balls to contact you again if he didn’t have to.

He types out the text three times.

I’m sorry. Been swamped.

Can’t believe I missed these. What are you doing

I’m a dick do you want to get a drink?

He drops his phone onto his desk after deleting the third one. This wasn’t him.

Propping his elbows on the desk he rests his head in his hands. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the soft press of your lips to his, the way you’d reeled him in for more, the soft, plaintive noise you made. It was so quick, really insignificant in the list of kisses he’d given and received but still, it had been the best he’d ever had. His wolf chided him for letting you go and he was of the mind, now, to agree that it had been thoroughly stupid on his part. His fingers push back through his hair as he sits back up and picks his mobile back up.

I’m sorry about the other night. Can I take you out to dinner? I want to apologize.

[imaginemycroftholmes]

If you’re up for it, a Mycroft/Reader where the reader is a cute/handsome but shy window washer at the building Mycroft works in. Bonus points if you keep the reader’s gender open.

I do not do ambiguous gendered or they/them readers as it is difficult for someone who first language is not English and it does not make sense grammatically. If you do not specify the gender I will make them a woman as there is very little woman/Mycroft fics out there. Thank you for your understanding.

-M

If you’re up for it, a Mycroft/Reader where the reader is a cute/handsome but shy window washer at the building Mycroft works in. Bonus points if you keep the reader’s gender open.

Despite the slight chill in the air as summer had quietly changed into autumn the streets below in London city were bustling. People walking to and from the places they had been without looking at what was around them like little ants on the ground.

He almost found it comical as he paused his work to observe the working elites and their underlings desperately trying to reach their destinations on time.

What poor twats, ______ thought while adjusting his hold on the brush, to think they’ll never see any of this.

Then without further ado ______ continued to clean the windows.

Now a lot of people wouldn’t consider cleaning the windows outside of tall buildings meaningful work but to _____ there was nothing that suited him better.

No suits or ties to wear every day in a stuffy office building. No reports to be written or had. No complicated programs to run while cramped in an uncomfortable chair and certainly no stress for meeting quotas just to impress people that don’t give a damn about you.

No, to ______ this was by far the better job.

Plenty of clean air, getting to stay outside and get dirty like a man’s supposed to. Besides, he got to see so many things when washing windows.

A man proposing to his coworker, newborns surviving the second day in the outside world, children learning, great artists doing what they love and even the insides of museums-all of this from washing the windows.

Truly, there was no other job that ____ would take otherwise and today was no exception.

And for today that job was washing the windows of none other than parliament.

Setup had been a task as the building was humongous but thankfully ______ was not the only one on the job. Accompanied by 25 others it was projected that they could get the job done in five days’ time but knowing the competitive nature of his employer he would want it in two.

“It ain’t nothing new,” Carrie his senior officer had assured them before they ascended, “I’ve done this place before 4 years ago. Don’t let the size fool you.”

As daunting as the job looked everything was going smoothly.

There were hardly any gusts of wind to rock his platform, no irate birds looking for roost or handouts and the special batch cleaning solution was lasting longer than projected.

At this rate I can get the next row done before our lunch break, he thinks hoisting himself up to the next level.

It’s only when he arrives at the next window that _____’s resolve shrank.

In an office full of self-important men and one particularly ugly old granny was a single man with ginger hair sitting annoyed among them.

Washing the windows became much more difficult as everything the man did was breathtaking from giving his fake smiles to even drawing dicks on his papers.

He’s so pretty, ______ thinks as he slowly started to suds the window.  You don’t even know him, he argues, for all you know he has a wife and kids at home. He might not even like guys. It’s just a case of lust at first sight, just clean the damn window and focus on someone that isn’t out of your league.

_____ can admit that this job doesn’t offer a lot up to a partner, but he knows one day it might provide he meets the right lad or lady.

Just clean the damn window and move on. Just clean the damn window and move on, became his mantra until _____ looked back inside to find the mystery man looking at him.

Never in his life did ______ soap a window up so fast to cover face.

Don’t get conceited _____, you know the only reason he was looking at you is because you were moving. The bloke could’ve saw a bird or something, he justifies, science proved that people do that as part of nature and all that jazz. Calm the fuck down and get on with your job.

Taking more willpower than it should for a pro like him, ______ starts to water down the solution.

Don’t freak out. Look natural. Don’t be a pansy. You’re a professional, act like one. He’s not looking at you. He’s not looking at you-

Wiping away the window the man is indeed still looking at him.

If an unintelligible shriek escaped from _____ he would not admit it but he would certainly admit to the fact that he nearly launched himself off of  landing and straight below.

As embarrassing as it was it only proceeded to get worse as now all the patrons in the room are now looking at him, some even stopping their meeting to approach the window in morbid curiosity.

Worst of all the attractive man was following suit.

Desperate to get away from his gaze _____ quickly released his slack and sent himself down at an alarming speed.

It was only when he managed to hit the ground with a loud clatter did he get an earful from, Carrie. “What the fuck were ya doing up there ____? You’ve worked on taller buildings than that for eight years and even you know better than to drop the platform like that! Are ya trying to get killed boy?”

Shifting from foot to foot _____ couldn’t bare to look Carrie in the eye. 

“It’s not that,”he stammered, ‘It’s well…”he paused to rub the back of his neck as comparable as it was to the tips of his flushed ears,” there’s a bloke in the room I was washing-”

“Aye, don’t tell me ya found another man jackin’ off in his office again,” Carrie groaned.

“No! No! It’s not that,” _____ assured his boss, “Its just that this bloke is looking at me.”

“Lookin’ at ya?”

“Yes!”

“Lookin’ atcha how? Like he wants ta fight ya? Is he harassing ya?”

“No…”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It’s just that his gaze is kinda intense,” ____ offers not knowing how else to describe it, “makes working difficult.”

“For the love of God,” Carrie gripes pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“Forget I said anything boss, I’ll work around it,” _____ quickly added. The last thing that he wanted to do is get on Carrie’s last nerve and lose his job-not when this is the only one he had.

Holding a hand up Carrie asserts herself, “its fine, fine. Just switch spots with Darius after lunch. The last thing aye want is ta make any of my employees uncomfortable.” 

Feeling a lot like  burden _____ sat beside his friend Conner and  when it was done went back to work. 

Everything was uneventful as he completed more than half of his allotted share. “A few more days and we’ll be done with this project and our pockets bursting,” Conner boasted as they left for home. 

“Yeah, its not that the building isn’t beautiful but it can wear down on you.”

Walking closer to _____ Conner confides softly, “So some elite prick was glaring at ya right?”

“What,” ____ says taken aback. “No! No, that’s not what happened!” 

“Then what did,” Conner presses, “Come on, we’ve been best mates since secondary-we’re practically brothers!”

Pulling him over to a corner _____ confesses. “Its not like it was a negative attention just really hard to read. I tried to convince myself that he wasn’t looking at me but it became really difficult to prove otherwise.”

Making a rude sound Conner takes ____’s face in his cold hands. “Aw love, that’s just a fancy office pansy wishing he was out there instead of in that stuffy building. I imagine that bloke’s never seen a hard working man outside of his usual coffee shop.” 

“I know, I know-I was just being paranoid.”

What business would a guy like that have with a bloke like me? I couldn’t even afford socks for him and here I’m thinking that he likes me or something, he thinks glumly, I’d be lucky enough to have him hire me to wash his own windows but even then what if he’s married?

Slinging an arm around his taller mate Conner tries his bit to cheer him up. “Hey, it ain’t a crime to misread signals. You’re just overworked is all,” Conner states a manner-of-factly, “Let’s get a little night cap on before we finish the old building.”

“we really shouldn’t…”

“Come on!  A little won’t hurt! Just drink a bit until you forget all about this.”

_______ had to admit that little bit of beer did help him.

Came into work early and had already started prepping the solutions and brushes.

“Feelin’ better ta work without interruption?”

Looking up its good to see Carrie in better spirits. “Ya boss. Everything is better and its a new day.”

“Its good ta hear,” Carrie continues, “but ta be sure I’m gonna have you switch places with Melvin and then again and then with Courtney after lunch.”

“Boss you don’t have to do that.”

“Aye but I want to. Who knows what’ll happen if he keeps messing with your productivity?” 

“Come on Carrie, what are the odds that I’ll see him again?”

Apparently very high.

 How in the hell?

_____ wasn’t sure how he was doing it but the mystery man was almost in every room that he came to wash the windows for.

It was almost comical if it weren’t for the fact that he was seriously screwing up his work.

Even after lunch and switching with Courtney the guy kept popping up.

Calm yourself _____, its not what you think, he reminded himself as he tried his best to ignore the handsome man’s gaze, there are loads of reasons that he could be in every room that you’re cleaning. Maybe I missed a spot and he’s taking inventory to tell us later. Maybe he needs something in those rooms. Just stop getting riled up just because he’s a good looking bloke staring at you.

It got worse as the days followed on to the point where it was insanity.

There were bets if the man would be there and quite frankly it was a little more than _____ could take.

“You should tell him off,” Conner suggested before returning from their break, “Starin’ at you like you were some animal on display. It’s not polite.” 

Giving a non-committed mumble _____ knew that he couldn’t face the man directly; not without some good space in between and writing otherwise he might do something stupid like ask him to dinner.

 “Just write it on the window,” Gerald offered as he climbed back onto his platform, “as long as you spell it right you can always erase the evidence if he tries to do something funny.”

“Nah, that’s too risky,” Emma injected, “that suited prick could easily make up some story about being flashed and then ____ would not only lose his job but our company might tank too.”

All of them made valid points however, ____ was tired of feeling like an insect under a microscope.

 He wanted resolution. 

So with shaky hands he turned on his machine to send him toward his next window and lo and behold-his dishy mystery man was there waiting.

Here goes nothing.

Carefully wetting the window and pulling out the foam meant for caked on stains he writes backwards: Why are you here?

The man’s eyes grow wide and it mirror’s with ______’s as he’s in a hurry to erase what he wrote as the man stands up, turns around and heads to the door.

Stupid. Stupid! STUPID! This was a bad idea! I should’ve listened to Emma! I’m going to cost people their jobs! I’m-

Turning around and walking toward him the man has managed to nick some paper from the cabinets in the room and is writing.

______ holds his breath and hopes that whatever he’s writing isn’t something terrible. When he turns the paper around _____ could almost fall off the platform.

I think that you are a hardworking individual and I want to take you out for dinner, it reads very elegant scrawl.

Oh my God. Is this real? Did I fall of the platform again? Am I in heaven?

 The tapping on the window is what brings ____ back from his internally panic as the next page reads, would you be amiable to that?

For the life of him _____ has never shaked his head so hard that the platform started to sway.

Tapping on the glass commences as the man writes again. Please don’t die before our dinner date.

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One other Metropolis Pays $500,000 to Ransomware Hackers

http://tinyurl.com/y6bfybve In what’s shortly turning into a development, one other metropolis in Florida discovered its computer systems contaminated with ransomware. With most of its laptop programs encrypted, exterior Police and Hearth departments, the town agreed to pay a ransom of 42 bitcoins—about $500,000. It’s not a good time for cities and counties. Along with the Lake Metropolis, Florida this week, and Riviera Metropolis, Florida final week, Jackson County, Georgia, Cartersville, Georgia, Lynn, Massachusetts, and Baltimore, Maryland have all been hit by ransomware this yr. In every case, important information is encrypted, and the cities usually can’t proceed operations. Some cities select to pay, others like Baltimore refuse. It’s onerous to say which is the higher selection. On the one hand, sending cash perpetuates the issue and runs the chance that hackers received’t present a decryption key. Then again, beginning over from scratch is enormously sophisticated and extremely costly. Baltimore, which has seen two assaults in a yr, has estimated the price to get well will method $18 million. Ransomware builders proceed to adapt and enhance their strategies. Within the case of Lake Metropolis, IT employees detected the malware inside ten minutes of an infection and rushed to disconnect programs to cease the unfold of injury. However even that quick response was too gradual. Solely the Hearth and Police departments escaped the malware, and solely as a result of they run on a separate community. Lake Metropolis has a inhabitants of 65,000, and it’ll in all probability really feel the lack of $500,000, however metropolis administration probably felt it had little selection within the matter. Given the cat and mouse sport that’s Ransomware and AntiVirus merchandise, sadly, the weakest hyperlink is individuals utilizing computer systems. Vigilance is one of the best security technique now: don’t click on on hyperlinks in emails, even from trusted senders, and suppose twice earlier than opening attachments. [ZDNet] RELATED: How to Protect Yourself from Ransomware (Like CryptoLocker and Others) In Different Information: YouTube Music now affords sensible downloads: Should you often journey and need to take heed to music with out gobbling up your information plan, then downloading your music forward of time is a should. YouTube Music needs to maintain that for you, and now providing to obtain music for you routinely primarily based in your listening habits. Attempt to not be embarrassed when your app downloads ten variations of Child Shark. [9to5Google] Verizon will get to lock its telephone for 60 days: Usually, because of spectrum guidelines, Verizon is required to promote its telephones unlocked. Now the corporate has permission from the FTC to lock its telephones for 60 days after activation. The corporate says this can deter thieves from shopping for telephones with stolen identities. [Ars Technica] You need to use the Home windows calendar on Android, iOS, and the Internet: Microsoft open sources its calculator app and posted the code for anybody to make use of and even add new options too. Uno, the makers of a cross-platform improvement app, took the code and ported it to different platforms. As a result of, why not? [Liliputing] Twitch is testing subscriber solely streams: Usually, subscribing to a Twitch channel will get you small extras like particular chat room entry or enjoyable emoji. The corporate is beta testing a extra outstanding characteristic now, subscriber streams. It’s simply what it appears like—should you don’t subscribe you’ll be able to’t watch the stream. The corporate is limiting the characteristic to streamers who haven’t violated tips within the final 90 days, as a precaution. [Engadget] Google now permits you to auto-delete location and net exercise information: Google beforehand introduced choices to routinely delete your location and net information after set durations of time. These choices are rolling out to everybody now. Huzzah for privateness!  [The Verge] Quickly you’ll be able to decide up your Amazon package deal at native retailers: Amazon introduced a brand new service referred to as Counter that means that you can decide up your packages at native retailers. The service works rather a lot like Lockers, and allows you to select a handy place to get your package deal if your own home isn’t choice. The primary retailer you’ll be able to select is Ceremony Help, however Amazon is engaged on including different retailers. [GeekWire] Signify’s new Hue Gentle Bulb is Bluetooth, bypasses the hub: Hue bulbs are vivid, colourful, and costly. A part of that expense is shopping for the required ZigBee hub. However now, should you’re a first-time purchaser, you’ll be able to skip hub. The most recent Hue bulbs add a Bluetooth radio and may pair with some voice assistant units. You may nonetheless pair them with Hue hubs too, so everyone wins. [Review Geek] Crocodiles are large reptiles filled with risks with highly effective jaws for feeding their carnivore food regimen—besides after they weren’t. By learning fossils, scientists Keegan Melstom and Randall Irmis on the Pure Historical past Museum of Utah, have found that at particular factors in historical past crocodiles have been herbivores. The proof is within the tooth. Carnivores have comparatively easy tooth: pointy, sharp, and sometimes conical formed, they’re good for ripping and tearing into flesh. Herbivores, however, have far more complicated tooth, extra flat, however with crevices and texture that assist in grinding, versus tearing. Omnivore tooth, naturally, are someplace between.The scientists measured and studied practically 150 fossilized tooth from 16 totally different extinct crocodile species, and found in not less than three durations, probably six; some crocodiles had complicated herbivore tooth. In line with Keegan Melstrom: “The herbivores lived on totally different continents at totally different occasions, some alongside mammals and mammal kin, and others didn’t. This implies that an herbivorous crocodyliform was profitable in quite a lot of environments!” Simply while you thought all crocodiles have been harmful—properly they nonetheless are. Keep away from crocodiles. 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Mac software program guidelines

The way to accelerate a gradual Mac

Mac walking too slow? Right here are a few extraordinary performance hints & software program guidelines to hurry up an iMac, MacBook or Mac mini and make OS X and macOS Sierra run faster.

In case you’ve had your Mac for some years you’ll be looking longingly at the Apple website wishing you can justify the fee of purchasing a brand new Mac. Luckily you do not must fork out for a brand new Mac to experience velocity increases. Follow our pointers to beautify the overall performance of your contemporary Mac (unless you are simply set on shopping for a brand new one, in which case you might want to study this: What’s the first-rate Mac? Apple Mac customers’ guide)

There are some motives why your Mac can be walking slowly: It can really be antique age; perhaps the difficult force is sort of complete; you may have too many stuff trying to run mechanically whilst you start up your Mac; you might be going for walks an old version of the running machine that is not designed to paintings with a number of the apps you are strolling; perhaps some of the heritage workings of the Mac have come to be muddled – as an instance your permissions might be damaged; or possibly you’re just jogging too many packages at once (Mac users are infamous for now not nicely shutting down their Macs at the quit of the day so some apps may were walking in the background for weeks).

Whether or not you’ve got an iMac, a MacBook (of any type), a Mac mini or maybe a Mac Pro, our speed guidelines will assist make your Mac run faster.

Spending a chunk of time cleansing up the working device, be it Mac OS X or macOS Sierra, and performing some fundamental housework with the applications you are walking, will assist your Mac pelt in advance at complete velocity.

  Agile and Scrum Certification Training

In a bid to improve their process prospects and task management abilities, many a students are passionate about attending an Agile Scrum Grasp certification Education. Allow us to take a close have a look at why it’s far critical, what are the diverse certifications inside the marketplace and which one is the high-quality for you.

assignment control had a drastic exchange while Agile and Scrum practices got here into being. As a result, the personnel licensed with Agile and Scrum certification began getting greater mileage from the recruiters and their existing employers.

Groups and industries throughout numerous domains use Agile and Scrum to better control their projects. Scrum allows its practitioners become more Agile. Businesses are benefitting from Agile inside the following regions: Agile facilitates learn how to respond quick and correctly to dangers and closing dates. Quicker choices that help in quicker shipping of merchandise. allows increase complicated software program by means of breaking them into achievable modules and preserving music of module shipping. Enhance the high-quality of latest deliverables as well as present merchandise by ensuring sound trying out, improvement and collaboration between groups. Commercial enterprise turns into more reliable and credible as a result.

Certifications on Offer

Allow’s do a round off of the marketplace. There are numerous certifications devised by using exclusive Organizations. Some famous ones are:

licensed Scrum Grasp from Scrum Alliance: Scrum alliance, an business enterprise targeted on Training applications has devised this certification. it’s far a beneficial certification for practitioners seeking to be successful in assignment control, masking basics to superior degree ideas. The certification ensures check takers are actually gifted in Scrum values, practices, and programs.

Scrum certifications from Scrum.Org: A stringently devised certification this is granted to those who’ve displayed an appropriate stage of knowledge within the assessment. The disadvantage is that the certification is damaged into many tracks. The certificate are lifelong and do now not require any additional payments or renewals.

Agile PMP: Qualified venture managers are usually in call for. The Agile PMP certification facilitates examine a candidate’s knowledge over Agile in a challenge management scenario. How equipped they may be for the actual international. The certification is dependent across the route fabric based on requirements posted by means of the task control Institute standards Committee. A course that has matured with time. However, slightly vintage wherein a marketplace prefers new buzzwords and new certifications.

But, one certification that has set itself other than the group and is the maximum renowned aspect for your resume is – the Agile and Scrum certification from EXIN.

Agile and Scrum Certification from EXIN

EXIN Agile Scrum Master certification is aimed in any respect specialists who need to prove their mettle inside the arena of software program engineering and mission control practices. Developed by using international specialists, it is in which abilties meet actual world information. The certification path covers numerous modules like product carrier making plans, application design, software improvement, testing and so on.

There are checks a candidate is required to take, the primary is the EXIN Agile Scrum Foundation and the subsequent EXIN Agile Scrum Grasp. There are a number of task roles a certified practitioner can circulate to inclusive of Enterprise Facts Supervisor, provider Manager, Enterprise Architect and eventually a first-rate Statistics Officer. You could cross for an Agile Scrum Certification On-line path along your process and get future and marketplace-ready very quickly.

So get commenced in your adventure to the agile way of thinking, nowadays!

Five Guidelines For Moral Enterprise Communications

Do you apprehend what behaving ethically entails? Consistent with Michael Josephson, there are four concepts of Ethical conduct: honesty, integrity, equity, and challenge for others. You could suppose of those four fundamental standards as the legs of an imaginary stool. One missing leg will create a wobbly stool, However lacking legs makes the stool fall apart. If you aren’t truthful or being concerned, your delight in being honest and having integrity way nothing.

Moral behavior in Commercial enterprise

As of late, Ethical Commercial enterprise conduct has been a primary topic of difficulty. Reviewing the occasions of the final yr, it might appear that the phrases “Enterprise” and “ethics” are conflicting phrases. Whether or not you look to Wall Street, mortgage corporations like Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, or non-public organizations like AIG, by no means thoughts all the loan companies being investigated for questionable Enterprise practices, the news is depressing. It seems that the 1980’s mantra “greed is ideal” never actually went away.

The criminal dealings of top entrepreneurs have been exposed, which must motivate other people to behave more ethically. In truth, But, it usually acts as an excuse for now not changing poor behavior.

What harm can there be in the usage of your employer’s Computer computer for personal Enterprise when your Supervisor uses the business enterprise’s phone for personal lengthy distance calls? when personnel see how corporation management conducts itself, they start to experience no disgrace for anything little indiscretions they’ll have devoted themselves.

Managers can accidentally be signaling that unethical conduct will be tolerated when they put pressure on a smaller, downsized body of workers to produce greater. whilst employees experience pressured to meet company desires by some thing method feasible, Moral conduct may match with the aid of the wayside.

They get the message, “It is Ok to be dishonest, as long as you meet your objectives.” because the financial system takes us on a roller coaster trip, we want to assess our very own thought styles to make certain that we don’t permit ourselves to fall into unethical conduct simply because it looks as if we can without problems escape with it. There may be always room for development to your Business communications.

Those are Five Tips to help you in communicating ethically (supply: “Enterprise Conversation, Process & Product,” Mary Ellen Guffy, 2000):

(1) Be truthful. Statements which might be deceptive or unfaithful need to by no means be made. It is also not Ethical to tell partial truths or to exaggerate.

(2) Be sure to label reviews as critiques. Do not try and convince anyone that something you merely trust to be authentic is already a verified reality. Do the work; research very well and guarantee yourself that you aren’t simply representing every other character’s opinion as your own.

(3) Do not display bias. Keep in mind that your own subjective ideals may also come via for your writing. Even If you are passionate on your reviews, ethics call to be able to be dispassionate in your presentation.

(4) Your communications need to be clean to recognize. You need to positioned down your mind clearly, so they’re simple to comprehend. Ensure that what you write can be easily understood by the reader. do not muddy the waters by way of using convoluted sentences and all styles of difficult-to-realise enterprise jargon.

(5) Credit your sources. Do now not reproduction all of us’s work. Most of the people have the basic understanding that they ought to use citation marks if they’re using a direct quote from another writer. Yet there are a number of those who do no longer Remember that they need to properly Credit score other humans’s thoughts as well. You’re nonetheless cheating If you paraphrase sentences and throw in a handful of new phrases with out crediting the writer.