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[luveline]

Ahh I’m so obsessed with stripper!reader and Spencer!! Do you have any more thoughts about them you’d be willing to share, maybe just a snippet of their life together? So so in love with them and your writing in general

i got a different request for them that I lost about reader struggling to afford essentials and so I thought I’d combine them, I hope that’s ok!! <;3 fem, 1.1k

cw food insecurity/ poverty 

You attempt to save money, but the ten dollars you don't spend on shampoo and conditioner gets used on painkillers. You hide fifty dollars in a book and try to forget about it, but your shoes split open on the walk to work, and it takes all afternoon to find it again. You try so hard to stretch your paycheck and something new makes it impossible. 

So it's a cold night in late December and you spent all your money for food on the gas bill. Your stomach hurts, but at least your nose isn't that horrible stiff cold that distracts. 

It's not just that your stomach hurts, though. You feel miserable about everything, and you know you need to ask someone for help. You've thought about selling something, but you already pawned your watch, and everything else is inconsequential. 

I could sell my phone… but how would I talk to Spencer? 

It's the stupidest thought you could've had. More importantly, how would you communicate with work? How would you call your electric and gas company, or talk to your landlord? 

Spencer would be so sad if he knew you’d sold your phone to pay for food. He’d probably be upset knowing you considered it. And you won’t get paid for another three days, so unless you can somehow live off of olives and cherries from the club bar, you have to ask Spencer for money or get a loan. With your credit score, one situation is more likely than the other. 

You bring your phone across the pillow and sigh before clicking on his contact. He’s practically the only number you call. 

“Hello?” you ask. 

“Hi, Y/N.” 

“Hello, handsome,” you murmur, staging an affect of someone who couldn’t be more unbothered by the world. 

“Yeah, hi. You okay?” 

You don’t want to butter him up. It feels dishonest. You should be straight forward. “Spencer. You know I hate asking you for things.” 

“Yes, it’s the only bad thing about you.” He sounds like he’s smiling. You can imagine him on his couch reading something obscure, or watching one of his sci-fi shows, curls in his eyes, grey pyjamas too short for him riding up his calves as they tend to do.

“But I need– um. I don’t have any money?” You don’t mean to phrase it like a question. “Like. Okay, so, I promise you I am not an irresponsible person, just, my gas bill went up and I didn’t know, but it’s so cold I paid it anyways, and now I have three dollars. Um. Total. And I haven’t eaten all day and I’m sorry I’m asking, but I just need like twenty dollars until I get paid on Tuesday. Could you let me borrow twenty dollars, please?” 

“Do you want to get takeout?” 

You cringe. “No, like, twenty dollars for groceries, Spence.” 

“No, I understood. That’s fine, I’ll happily give you twenty dollars. But you said you haven’t eaten today? And I miss you, so it’s an excuse?” Now he’s the one making questions out of statements. “I can get us Thai food.” 

Your stomach pangs at the thought. No matter how much you hate this, you know he loves you enough to want to bring you dinner, and you really will pay him back, so he might as well. “Yeah, please. I’d love to see you, Dr. Reid.”

“I’ll be quick,” he promises. 

He isn’t. You wonder if he’s forgotten you and your rumbling stomach, curled into a c-shape under the sheets. It’s warm, at least, nearly too warm, the blade of your hunger threatening to drive you mad. It’s not a nice feeling, depending on the kindness of a friend to see you through, nor is it very pleasant to be this hungry. You’ve gone hungry a hundred times, and this is the only time you’ve ever had someone you trusted enough to turn to during that time to ask for help. What if Spencer’s decided he isn’t comfortable with your lending after all and he doesn’t come over tonight? 

You’d been looking forward to seeing him again. It’s almost worse than the hunger. 

Just as you’re thinking he’s decided he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore, he lets himself in. 

Your apartment is small, consisting of three rooms. The bedroom, the bathroom, and the living room kitchen combination. He lets himself into the living room with a cacophony of rustling and a called, “Hello!” followed soon by a muttered swear. 

You laugh under your breath.

“Are you coming out here, or do you want to eat dinner in bed?” he asks. 

“I haven’t decided yet.” 

It’s quiet enough besides his arrival that you’ve no need to shout.

“Well, stay there if you want. Have you been drinking anything? I brought iced tea and some stuff for you to have breakfast tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” You force yourself to sit up. One moment you’re looking at the closed door and the next you’re squinting against the light of the kitchen, Spencer in the doorway like a silhouette against it. “Hey, Spence. You’re taller than last time.” 

“I’m the same size as always.”

“You’re still wearing your shoes. That must be it.” 

Spencer takes off his shoes and crosses the short distance to you. “Hi,” he says, taking your hand as he sits down. His fingers are freezing. “Sorry I took a while.”

“Sorry for asking you for money.” 

“It’s okay. It’s not something to worry about. Everyone has to ask a favour sometime.” 

His hair is wind blown, his eyes watery. The cold weather has nipped his pert nose a rosy pink and he’s smiling at you with chapped lips, unaware of or uncaring about his own circumstances in the face of yours. “You okay?” he asks, his pretty brown eyes narrowing, eyebrows pinching together at the starts. “You can’t just not eat all day and not tell me.”

You nod tightly. It’s humiliating to be in this position. 

He softens. “Did they tell you the rate was rising? It’s illegal in Virginia–”

You take your hand from his. “They sent me a letter I didn’t open. I knew it would be bad news.” 

Spencer looks down at your knees. “I know that you’re used to doing things by yourself, but you don’t have to anymore.”

“‘Cos you look after me,” you say quietly. 

“I’m trying to.” 

You laugh and jog your joined hands to make him look up. “Okay. Look after me some more then and give me a hug. I’m too warm, and you’re freezing.” 

He hugs you tightly, quick to rub your shoulder blade with his thumb. “Stay here, okay? I’ll bring you a plate.” 

You cling to him for a few seconds, until hunger wins, and you send him off into the kitchen again. 

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[formulafics]

For the blurb reader dealing with the hate of dating a driver and them comforting her.

MRS. ALL AMERICAN, but make it a blurb

well, it may be a few months later, but here it is!! i so hope you love it rena 😔🙏🏻 also im living up to that conversation we had about me dropping things without warning 😼 this also lowkey made me wanna start writing again so 👀

MRS. ALL AMERICAN | SMAU (i’d suggest reading this before you read the blurb!)

Initially, the comments didn’t bother you. In fact, you found yourself amused at many of them, being so unbelievably absurd and far from the truth. A part of you also know it was inevitable. The internet is cruel, and along with that, your relationship moved much faster than most in this day and age. So, for the time being, it wasn’t hard to just ignore them, especially since you were so certain that Alex would be your endgame. To which, he is.

Now, months later, with rings on your fingers, there’s not a shred of doubt in your mind, regarding your relationship with Alex. It’s only getting better by the day, and you couldn’t ask for a better partner. That being said, the comments didn’t stop. Frankly, you’ve started to think they’re getting worse, and unfortunately, it’s becoming harder for you to ignore them.

Alex is not oblivious to your shift in mood. He can see it clearly, especially now as he gazes at you from across the table. His eyes glance down to your hands, watching you pick apart the food on your plate, food that you usually would be ‘going to town on’ (as logan says). His brows furrow as he looks at your face, his heart sinking at the strange sadness that lingers within your expression.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, eyes meeting yours when you look at him. You swallow a lump in your throat, one you didn’t even realize was there, before answering him. “Yeah,” you respond flatly, huffing briefly. Your chest is tight, leaving you to feel like you can’t suck in enough air. Your response isn’t exactly what Alex hoped to hear, the man being slightly stumped on what to do or say.

He waits a few moments, but the longer you both sit in silence, the more the whole situation weighs on the both of you. “You can talk to me,” Alex assures you, eyes hopeful that you’ll open up to him. You sigh, setting your fork down. You lean forward, resting your arms on the table to close the distance between you and him, and he mirrors your movements, making it feel as if you both are in a more private setting.

“It’s just,” you pause, trying to think of how to word things. “The comments — they’re getting worse, I think,” you say it quietly, the aforementioned lump returning to your throat. Alex’s expression softens, and he simply nods. “Yeah,” he responds. Before anything else can be said, the waitress is at your table, and after confirming that you’re done eating, Alex asks for the bill.

By the time you’re walking out of the restaurant and headed to the car, you’re almost in tears. You squeeze Alex’s hand in yours, unintentionally bumping into his side as you walk to the car. When you do finally reach it, he guides you to the passenger side, but rather than opening the door, he engulfs you in a hug. Just like that, the tears begin to fall from your eyes, and you hug him back, nuzzling your face into his jacket. He doesn’t say anything yet, and just rests his head on yours, his hand soothingly rubbing your back.

He waits until your crying slows, then kisses your head. “I’m sorry about the comments - I know it’s hard,” he says against your hair, and you just nod in response, hugging him impossibly tighter. “You smell good,” you say quietly, lifting the mood slightly. He chuckles, making the corners of your lips pull upwards. “Thank you,” he hums. You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. Even though there’s still weight on your shoulders, you can’t help the smile, or the way your heart speeds up when you look at him.

He tilts his head down and presses a kiss against your lips - a soft, short one. “I wish I could do more,” he says earnestly, resting his forehead on yours. “I know,” you respond, knowing that he probably needs some reassurance too.

A few moments pass, the both of you stood there in comfortable silence with your eyes closed, soft gusts of wind breezing past you. Alex inhales, then pulls away, but doesn’t go too far just yet. “I just hope you know that everything they say is complete bullshit, and that i’m genuinely so happy with you,” He says, his eyes glimmering with honesty in a way that makes your heart squeeze in your chest. “Me too,” you respond, pressing another kiss to his lips. Slowly, the lingering weight on your shoulders finally dissipates as Alex opens the passenger door, holding your hand until you’re in the seat. He bends down, a silly grin on his face. “I love you so much,” he says, making you smile. “I love you.” you respond, watching as he closes the door, then walks around the car, taking his place in the drivers seat.

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[redclercs]

— or, the one where you go back to square one.

✤ requested as part of the lavender haze event!

✤ ex! mick schumacher x fem reader, prompts used: “say you want me, and i’m yours.” + "what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" + car sex in the rain

✤ warnings: smut, slight angst, mutual pining, mdni!! little plot, fingering (f receiving), grinding, little bit of dirty talk, car sex, idk how to write car sex bear with me lmao, protected sex, piv, hair pulling. while the actions portrayed in this writing are consensual, do not take this as an example and be smart about having sex!! 2k words (this was supposed to be a really short drabble)

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It’s a make it or break it situation every time you see Mick.

Not your fault really, things with him never go the way you plan them in your head and there is no use in being angry anymore, life happens and that’s that. Your attempt at being something else with Mick had met its dead end sooner rather than later, and like a pair of fools you told each other you could go back to being friends, as if nothing had happened.

But honestly, how are you supposed to look at Mick as just your friend again? When all you can picture when you close your eyes are scratches that run down his back and the hickeys on your neck.

"What are you thinking?" he asks, pulling you out of your thoughts like he always does when he notices that faraway stare. "Everything okay?"

Unable to hold back your eyeroll, you nod. "Just great."

Mick frowns and then shrugs, he doesn't want in-depth explanations of your feelings lately. It's not that he doesn't want to deal with them, but he doesn't know how to without making a burden out of his own.

He flashbacks constantly to the night the decision of being 'just friends' was made between the two of you. It was for the best, or so he thought and the momentary relief he'd felt when you agreed didn't compare to the anguish that followed him since your friend let it slip that you were moving on with someone else.

It's possible he's taking you straight to someone else right this second, as you're on your way to a party hosted by one of your mutual friends. He shouldn't have agreed to this, and he's been praying for something—just about anything—to get in the way, so you can't make it to your destination.

You turn the volume of the radio up, you hate the song, but you don't think you can go on with the only sound being the rain pattering outside the car.

Mick's prayers are answered when the rain starts falling so heavy, it's impossible to see further than a few meters, even the headlights of the rest of the cars are hidden through the curtain of water falling from the sky.

"Should I pull over?" he questions, albeit stupidly. It's the best course of action right now and he is in no rush to continue the journey. "It's safer."

You shrug again, feigning disinterest although your body has tensed. "Fine by me."

Mick stops in a lay-by, turning the car engine off once he's made sure he's left enough space for another vehicle that wants to park behind you. "We'll just let the rain pass for a while."

"I know," you huff, he doesn't have to narrate everything you do. It's irritating and you're not a child that needs explanations every two seconds.

"Why are you mad at me?" he questions, turning the volume down before undoing his seatbelt. "Did I do something wrong?"

Where do you start?

"We would have missed the rain if you'd gotten to my place on time," you murmur. It's the first excuse you can think of to be angry at him, although it's not the real reason.

"I said I was sorry, y/n. I had things to do other than being your chauffeur."

"Well I didn't know being 'my chauffeur' bothered you so much, I could have asked Esteban to take me instead."

"You know it's not that," Mick groans, hitting his forehead against the steering softly.

"Then what is it?" you roll your eyes again, turning in the seat to look at him. "Please, do tell."

Mick stares back at you, and the choice is made within seconds in his brain, he's telling the truth. He cannot keep pretending he's not absolutely tormented by the idea that you've met someone else. "I don't want you to move on. I don't want you to go to whoever is waiting for you at that party."

You're caught off guard, having expected something entirely different to come out of his mouth. A strangled 'what?' leaves your lips before Mick is kissing you, praying once again, that you don't reject his advance. Even if it's what he deserves.

It's a desperate kiss, sloppy and wet and better than any you've ever had with him. Because you can feel how much he has wanted it, and you have wanted it too, so, so much. But what if this is all he wants? To know he still holds this power over you to have you physically, but with no strings attached.

You cannot handle the heartbreak of not being able to have him in the way you want to. Not again.

You push him off you, firm but gentle as his lips start traveling down your jaw and to your neck. "No, Mick. Not again."

"Why not?" he whispers against the pulse on your neck, sending shivers through your body. "y/n..."

“Say you want me, and I'm yours," you sigh, as his lips still hover over your skin. "But mean it, Mick. Mean it this time."

"I want you, y/n. I never stopped wanting you," his right hand is holding your jaw and the other is in your hair, combing it behind your ear. "And I'm not saying this just to fuck you. I mean it. I miss you."

You've known Mick for enough time to have figured out the little tells he has when he's lying. And you are so relieved to find that he's not, as he takes you in with those blue eyes you've missed so much. "I miss you too," you whisper, before looking for his lips again.

One moment you're still in your seat, legs twisted in an uncomfortable position and the next you're on Mick's lap, after he's moved the seat all the way back leaving you enough space not to be pressed against the steering wheel.

His hands are on your hips and your ass, lifting the skirt you're wearing before letting it fall back down. Your hands wrap around his neck before falling to his chest. The kisses you exchange are still messy, rushed and quick. You bite his lower lip before licking it soothingly and he groans, hands pressing harder on your ass.

You can feel his fingers moving to your inside thigh slowly, ghost touches that are there one moment and gone the next. You move your hips back and forth, slowly, starting to feel Mick's growing bulge. He grunts again, pulling you down on him to create more friction.

Mick's hand finally finds its way back to your throbbing core, you're starting to get desperate because it's just not enough. No matter how much you sway your hips in circles or you press down on him, it's not enough. "Please," you whine against the shell of his ear, "Please touch me."

His index and middle finger press against the wet cloth that are your panties and he smiles into your lips. "You're so wet for me,"

You can't find a coherent answer, and he doesn't let you anyway, as he moves your panties to one side to access your hole. His index goes inside you painfully slowly, and you know he's enjoying torturing you this way. Your fingers pull on the back of his head, tugging at his hair and you're not surprised when he moans, the hand that's not on your pussy clasps the back of your neck.

The rain is still going strong around you, and yet the only sounds both of you can focus on are the ones leaving you both. Gasps and moans, grunts and whines.

"What pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" Mick pulls your head back by the neck for you to stop hiding your face against his neck as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His thumb is drawing slow circles in your clit while he interchanges the motion of pumping you to scissoring them inside of you. "Do you want to cum?"

You nod desperately, grinding against his fingers while you still pull on his hair. "Please, Mick."

"Not with my fingers,"

You miss him immediately when he pulls his hand away, your hole clenching around nothing. But you hurry to undo his belt and zipper, you need him right now. Mick shifts in his seat, looking for the jacket in the backseat.

Your fingers wrap around his dick and you start pumping him slowly, your thumb running across his tip between movements has him moaning and bucking his hips.

"Seriously?" you pause, looking at the brand new pack of condoms he gets out of the inside pocket of his jacket.

"In my defense, Esteban asked me to buy them for him," his already reddened cheeks turn a shade or two darker, and he smiles at you. "He won't miss one."

You continue with your up and down movements while Mick opens the package and once he gets the condom out, he grabs your wrist to halt you.

Mick almost cums from the sight of you putting the condom on him, something he never thought he'd ever see again after fucking everything up.

You move your underwear to the side once again and Mick grabs your hips to lift you before letting you fall slowly on his cock. Both of you throw your heads back in pleasure and you stay like that for a moment, taking in the sensation of being as physically close as you can possibly be. Mick fills you up perfectly, and you feel so, so good around him.

Your hips rock back and forth slowly, while you maintain eye contact with him, blue eyes eating you up in awe. And he helps you lift your body and fall back on him at your own pace, he's at your mercy.

The hand that isn't steadying you goes back to your clit, caressing and pressing until he finds that right movement that makes you hold your breath before you release it in a pleasured cry. "Just like that, Mick, please."

He continues to draw circles on your clit while nipping on your neck, interrupted every now and then by his own moans of pleasure. Your pace quickens and Mick's neck strains, trying to hold his orgasm back, he wants you to reach yours first.

You smile at his distress, and move your hips faster guiding him up and down in frantic movements. And it's useless how much he tries to hold back, because when you bottom out, he groans, his release spilling inside the condom.

But you don't stop riding him, and he tries his best to keep his focus on the bundle of nerves between your legs, twisting his fingers faster and harder until you grip his shoulder and let your head fall into the crook of his neck, shaking with such pleasure you're seeing stars.

You stay like that for a few moments, while your breath goes back to normal and your body stops twitching with the remnants of your high. Mick goes soft still inside you and you support your weight on his shoulders to lift yourself off him.

The windows are foggy and the car smells of what you just did, the music is still playing in low volume and the rain refuses to stop.

Mick helps you return to the passenger seat, not without stealing another kiss from you, holding your jaw between his thumb and index.

Both of you fix your clothes in silence, one that falls heavy turning uncomfortable quickly.

"We can try again," Mick ends the silence after he's completely buckled his trousers and smoothed his shirt. "I want to try again with you y/n, I want to try until it works."

So you kiss him again, because you'll try and try, until it hurts or bleeds.

─── team principal radio: ❝to the anon who requested this, i accidentally deleted your ask because i am stupid but i hope you see this and enjoy it! let me know your thoughts y'all♡❞

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

This is two part again. Thanks for listening and replying to my message, that means a lots to me. Though, I'd say I prefer a certain red head karma to bite me instead of my coworkers :^) just kidding.

This is not really an emergency request but also a bit like it? I guess? It's just I've been dying of thirst for some romance due to my situation so I'm up here to request something (only if you want to write, that is)

Office workers couple of Sabo and fem!Reader. I just wanna read some fluffy moments between them. Like when y/n is working over time and he quietly put an iced coffee cup he just bought for y/n on her cheek, making her jump as he smiles warmly and sits next to her to help her with the work. Or when y/n knocks on his office door and says "I'm here to pick up Mr. *insert married last name*" and Sabo chuckles and walks to her to say "Let's go home Mrs *insert married last name*"

I don't know if this is how it works but that's my request. Feel free to skip it if you don't like the idea. Love your writing as always, have a great day!

Hi two part anon! no need to thank me for listening, and replying, I care about you 🥰. So here's some fluff, I'm sorry these things have been taking so long. It's super stressful here lately. Hoping to get some more writing done soon. It's funny because writing for you and my other beloved anons reduces my stress but I need to be less stressed to write sometimes, lol 😆.

Warnings: office romance? fluff

Word Count: 1580

     People say office romances never turn out well. Especially if you’re dating your boss. After all, your boss might give you special treatment or promotions. That being said, you and Sabo were an exception, an outlier to the statistic. The two of you had been working at the same office for years, you’d watched his promotion from working beside you to being your new boss, watched him deal with the worst of the department’s problems, and helped him celebrate some of the department’s greatest achievements. 

     Likewise, he’d been there for you as well. The year that nobody seemed to care about your birthday, the raise for finishing that ‘impossible’ project, and the one time when you snuck a kitten into the office because it was just outside the building and you didn’t have time to take it to a shelter until after work. It seemed that whenever there was something big that happened to one of you, the other was there to share in it. Of course, nobody knew about your little office romance. Neither of you wanted to risk the rumors, the scandal, or the accusations that would be sent your way. To say nothing of HR getting involved or needing to transfer departments simply due to the fact that the two of you were together. 

     It wasn’t like Sabo actually gave you special treatment at work. Quite the opposite, he treated you like every other employee, expecting nothing but your best and you were quite happy to give it your all. There’d even been a few times where he’d been forced to call you into his office because you’d messed up. Granted, when you messed up, he wasn’t nearly as hard on you as others, but it wasn’t due to giving you special treatment. Only that he could have a calm, serious conversation about what you’d messed up. Most of your coworkers had to be handled in a different manner, he wasn’t dating them, he couldn’t just say “angel, you messed up, if you needed more time, we could have canceled our date.” or “I know I tell the others to come to me if you need help, but I’m literally in the other room. You don’t exactly have an excuse not to come to me.” 

     Sabo sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. There was another big project due at the end of the month, another ‘world will end if we don’t finish this on time’ project. He hated these projects so much, hated his bosses so much for projects like this. Acting like they had sticks up their asses and not giving a damn about who suffered from the long hours forced on their employees. Always giving deadlines that were far too short for his liking. It was as if they purposefully gave a shorter than necessary deadline. He’d change that one day, he’d climb in the ranks and become high enough to change things. He’d never accept projects unless he knew they could be finished without working his employees to death and he’d fire anyone who treated their employees like shit!

     A knock on his door drew him out of his thoughts, looking up to see your head peeking in through the cracked open door.

     “Hey, You got time for a short break? I got your favorite for dinner.” you called softly, holding up a bag of food and gently shaking it. Sabo smiled and sat up in his chair, beckoning you in.

     “What are you still doing here, Dove? Shouldn’t you be at home?” he asked as you set the food on the desk.

     “How can I go home and sit around when I know you’re pushing yourself so hard to get this project done in time? You know I hate going home to an empty apartment.” you said, giving him a sympathetic smile.

     “I know, but I don’t want you to overwork yourself. You need sleep and time to relax, not spend time in an empty office, alone.” he said, reaching over his desk and caressing your cheek.

     “What, you mean like you’re always doing? Sabo, love, you’ve fallen asleep in your office 5 times in the last 2 weeks trying to get this done. You’ve missed 3 meals and eaten in your office 8 times. The sooner I help you finish this, the sooner you can relax.” you said with a small chuckle, leaning into his hand.

     “Have I really? I’m sorry, Angel. I don’t mean to be for so long. You know I prefer the comfort of our bed.” he said, running his hand through his hair again as you pulled the food out.

     “I know, that’s why I’m still here. So we can finish this sooner. Let me help, we’ll get it wrapped up faster this way. You know I’m capable of taking care of things.” you offered, handing him some food and utensils. 

     “I know, I know things would go faster if we did them together, but I don’t want your health to suffer because of this. I hate seeing you look so tired and worn out.” it was true, he’d never felt so bad as when you overworked yourself helping him with these stupid deadlines. The times you had fallen asleep on his desk late at night trying to help him. The dark circles and bags under your eyes when you’d stayed up 3 nights in a row to finish a ‘our company will go out of business if we don’t finish this’ project. And he’d never forgive himself for the time he’d passed out from overworking and given you the scare of your life. He’d woken up to the paramedics in his office as you hovered around him with tears brimming in your eyes. He’d had a talk with his bosses and HR after that one. They hadn’t given him another one of those after that. He was one of their better employees and did great work, they didn’t want to lose him. 

     “And what about your health? You know I hate seeing your health suffer too. This way we can split the work this way, that way neither of us is too overworked.” you offered, making him sigh. You were right. He knew you were right.

     “Alright, alright. Let's finish this part up then we’ll go home; and once we finish this project, we’ll take a weekend trip to get away and relax.” he offered. You nodded in agreement as the two of you started to eat. 

     It was a few weeks later that the project was finished, Sabo taking a moment to lean back in his chair and relax. The blond hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep in his chair until you were gently shaking him awake, a soft, sweet smile on your lips.

     “Dove? Did… did I fall asleep in my chair again?” Sabo asked groggily, sitting up straight and rubbing his eyes.

     “Yeah, don’t worry though, nobody really noticed. We all just thought you were working on the next thing you were given. I wanted to let you sleep, but it’s not good for you to fall asleep in your chair like this. Besides, if you fall asleep here, you’ll have a hard time falling asleep at home and I have the perfect evening all planned out for us so you can relax and enjoy yourself.” you said with a grin. Sabo looked at you and chuckled, shaking his head.

     “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? I’m supposed to be doing nice things for you so you can relax?” he asked, his eyes closing as he yawned.

     “I’m not the one carrying the weight of the world at work. Besides, no one ever said I can’t do things for you as well.” 

     “You spoil me, Dove.” he said softly, pulling you close, sitting you in his lap and nuzzling his face into your neck.

     “I spoil you? Sabo, you’re always doing so much for me. This is the least I can do for you.” you said with a laugh, enjoying the way he held you so lovingly.

     “Mmm, no, pretty sure you spoil me more. Always staying late with me, getting me my favorites and making sure I don’t overwork myself. I’m just repaying the favor.” he ‘argued’, grinning mischievously. He loved playing this little ‘game’ with you. Who’s actually spoiling who and why. How you deserve everything he’s done for you and how you think he deserves the world. Always ending in sweet, loving kisses and endless ‘I love you’s. 

     “As much as you know I’d love to continue this, I promised the others I was just asking about our next project and they’ll get suspicious if I take too long.” you whispered, pouting at the idea of your sweet moment being interrupted. Sabo sighed and nodded as well, letting you go.

     “Alright, alright, but don’t work too hard. I heard from a very reliable source that you’ve got a date at a nice restaurant tonight and you don’t want to be late for that, do you?” Sabo asked teasingly.

     “You’re right, my darling husband is spoiling me again and I can’t let all of his hard work go to waste.” the both of you laughed as you reluctantly headed for the door, giving him one last longing look before returning to work. You had to admit, you really loved working with him, loved how the two of you had somehow managed to make an office romance work.

#one piece #one piece sabo #op sabo #sabo the revolutionary #chief of staff sabo #flame emperor sabo #chief of staff sabo x reader #flame emperor sabo x reader #sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary x reader

[azulas-lightning-bolt]

guys I just want you to know that azula is my fav atla character (right above katara/toph/suki can you tell I like girls) but I’m actually going insane about mako right now.

also for the like,, five people who liked my last mako post please please please go look at @/jade-of-mourning’s blog. they’re so cool. they make such super awesome mako posts and his writing is really good and she also posts some stuff on ao3 so like. yeah. I’m obsessed with them.

anyway back to losing my mind over mako,, (a LOT more under the cut)

so okay I’ll admit I’m not typically a fan of angsty male characters (zuko is the exception. he’s too funny to not, and his character and development are really well done) because they all feel like copy-pastes of each other and they’re generally uninteresting.

but mako. mako is the female experience. not sure if I reposted it (as I tend to do with,, everything on here) but I saw a post talking about how what happened to mako’s character (all potential being discarded after romantic plot) is what happens to the vast majority of female characters. and as I’ve probably said at least fifty million times, he’s SO eldest daughter coded. I’m trans (they/he) but I grew up an eldest daughter and he’s like?? literally me??

as I was yapping about in a reblog—I just checked (lol) and it was in fact the post about mako having the female love interest treatment and tags about his eldest daughter syndrome—mako is somewhat made more ‘relatable’ than katara even when sending a similar message for the general audience. I think people should just be less brickheaded and appreciate my wonderful waterbending girl but mako being a guy makes people not immediately put his character into the lens of ‘ugh, dumb feminism’. (which, again, should not happen)

okay so why does this redeem him so much? I said I hate copy-paste angsty backstories meant to exacerbate a character’s edgy mysteriousness and mako is literally batman with a more violent aang for a little brother. he was basically the messiest character on the show, cheated on both his gfs with each other and fucked them up so bad they turned gay for each other (which was funny as hell of the writers by the way. his reaction to them coming out in the comics was GOLD. ik my boy was fighting back tears.) so, logically, I should hate him like 90% of the fandom, right?

well obviously 90% of the fandom HAS NOT WATCHED THE FUCKING SHOW is MISOGYNISTIC or HATES CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

I have. so much to say about this.

for one. did we watch the same show. mako is one of the most selfless, hardworking, and considerate characters, which he shows multiple times—it’s a major point of his character, actually. he’s the protector, the nurturer (*cough* the eldest daughter). down to his backstory, he shielded bolin from the worst bits of the underworld as best he could while still providing. from eight years old, all alone, he provided. that’s honestly what sets mako apart from literally being Batman (lmao) and why I don’t actually mind his backstory. he was put in an impossible situation, and told to figure it out. he was given no reprieve from the extremely traumatic event of watching his parents die by the element he wields, the one that he has to learn on his own to use to protect bolin.

the other thing is that a lot of his actions are selfish in a way. he doesn’t really care much about the street rats in the same position he was once in the beginning. but even that selfishness isn’t in his own interest—it’s selfishness for the sake of bolin’s well being. one thing that really hits me hard is the brothers’ relationships with food while on the streets. I’m going to make another post about that soon because I don’t want to ramble too endlessly on here. it’s really personal because. eldest daughter who grew up poor. yeah.

second, fandom misogyny. this makes like. no sense but I swear I know what I’m talking about. okay so misogyny is about gender right? but let’s step away from the cutout copy idea of gender, like genitals or fem/masc presentation or pronouns. think of gender as a set of inherent preconceptions, ideals, or societal expectations. that’s what it is but specifying that makes more sense. mako is a dude who is referred to with he/him and he looks like a guy but he represents a girl. mako is expected to be nurturing but not overbearing. present but not annoying. a provider, but don’t ask for anything in return. mako can’t cry in front of bolin, it’s not right for a little boy to look up to someone fragile. mako needs to work, but tiredness is not allowed. don’t be overly cheerful, it’s annoying and unfitting, but too much gruffness is just haughty.

did you feel like you were reading the transcript for that scene about how hard it is to be a woman in the barbie movie? good, because that was the intention. mako, to me, represents the idea of a sibling who is forced to also be a parent, whether or not they are the eldest, and often a girl to a boy. it could be because parents are absent or dead or bad at parenting or just foolish and inattentive. mako is hated (aside from that messy ass romance plot) for almost all the same reasons as katara and that just. infuriates me. like I have this one perfect representation that reminds me of my own background (sorry katara ily and you represent my rage) while aligning with my identity and everyone is shitting on it?? fuck mako haters he’s my special boy

last point. have you never heard of character development in your lives. did you not all love Zuko’s redemption arc, and then as soon as a dumb teenager who’s never had romantic relationships fucks up JUST AS BAD AS THE OTHER TWO PEOPLE INVOLVED (sorry korrasami ily but y’all were nasty for not asking to kiss mako) you’re all like ‘unforgivable’?? like he didn’t even have a redemption arc because HE WASNT AN EVIL CHARACTER. he was a poor kid looking for a sense of stability and he fucked up. he felt bad. I don’t think any of them apologized, despite the fact one was needed all around. he grew as a character because he let himself find stability and mature before seeking someone new to use as a life raft who was already sinking themselves. I truly believe that korrasami—had it not occurred at the end of the series—wouldn’t have worked out either.

all of them were unstable and lost and scared for their lives almost constantly. that’s not a healthy place to be in to seek a relationship and they none of them were good for each other until they gave themselves time to step away from romance and heal.

anyway stan mako to not be a bigot (im unwell about him)

#mako lok #lok #tlok #legend of korra #mako tlok #mako

[classyinnie]

𝐎𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

content: Bokuto Kotaro x reader — fluff, (best) friends to lovers |  0.8k words

warnings: none.

notes: Excuse the low quality writing TT. Akaashi the real mvp in this one.

It was nearly impossible for Bokuto to realize he was in love with you. The idea too far-fetched as the ocean drying up or the implication of traveling back in time. Hardly anything could open his eyes to the fact that he was over the moon in love with you. It would have been a little better if it was one-sided, but the dilemma of the situation doubled when you were the exact same – Oblivious.

People around you would always comment on how you two were almost like a married couple, but the mere notion just confuses you because you’ve always labeled your relationship as close friends. Friends who live in each other's homes. Friends who held each other to sleep at night because they hate the thought of sleeping alone. Yeah…friends.

You would have ignored all of their comments if it hadn't been for what Akaashi once said, which was meant well but still managed to keep you pondering at night: "The man adores you. Anyone can tell just by the way he looks at you."

From then on, you can't help but notice the soft touches, sweet forehead kisses, and frequent visits, and give them meaning. Because you now understand what they mean when they say that friends don't behave the same way you do.

But that wasn't the wake-up call; what made you realize you love him was entering the kitchen one morning to find him cooking breakfast. It wasn’t supposed to surprise you or anything because he does it all the time. But something about this day, with the perfect view of him illuminated by the sunrise–almost glowing in the morning rays–made you realize that he does fit perfectly in your kitchen. Or more so, in your life. You can't imagine waking up one day without him by your side. Without his cheeky smile and "good mornings”.

You approached him without much thought, burying yourself at the back of his shirt, clearly startling the focused man. You can't help but hug him tighter; Afraid that if you let go, the pleasant reality you've been encased in will vanish.

“Good morning to you too, beautiful.” Bokuto chuckles.

The endearment should not have made your heart rate pick up as much, knowing it was nothing more than his usual endearments. And for the first time, it hurt you. Surely, it would have taken him nothing to spit it out, but it means everything to you now.

“You alright?” Your silence must have given him the impression that something was wrong.

You nod.

“You sure?“

“Of course, why would I not be alright?”

This time he doesn’t push further. “If you say so. Can you hand me some plates, please?”

You were running out of options as to coming clean. You're not sure why, but that disappointed you. Enough to blurt out the words. “I love you.” 

I’m not alright because I finally realized I’ve fallen for you! You wanted to shout.

Bokuto, with no hesitation, immediately replied, “I love you too.”

How do you persuade him that this isn't a figment of your supposed ‘platonic relationship’?

“No, Bokuto. Like I’m in love with you.”

He turns to you with a puzzled expression on his face, and says, "I know."

Bokuto has your face cradled in his hands before you can ask him what he means. The other wrapped around your waist. Taking you by surprise.

It was now your turn to be baffled. Hoping he's not playing with you. Knowing how this will turn out will either result in one of you fleeing or brushing it off as just what friends do. The former much more preferable.

"Me too," he whispers, leaning in close enough to make your knees weak. “I want you to be a permanent part of my life.”

That seemed to ground you because it appears improbable. The idea, just a few minutes ago, was nearing impossible. “What?” You take a step back. "When did you realize?"

“This morning, I had you wrapped in my arms and felt like I was sinking in this overwhelming feeling. I'm fairly certain it's love. There's no better way to put it." Bokuto says.

A slow smile spreads across your face. He continues, "... And I took a test yesterday to see if I was in love with my best friend. And all the results stated yes.”

Now you were in disbelief. Smacking Bokuto’s arm in exasperation, “You realized you loved me because of a test?”

Bokuto comically clutches his arm. Betrayal written all over his face. “Ow! Partly yes, but it’s all thanks to Akaashi. I told him about this song I discovered that reminded me of you. In return, he sent me those tests calling me an idiot.”

"Remind me to thank him then," you hum, drawing him back to you, apologizing for his “bruised” arm.

Come to think of it, the people surrounding you were right: you and Bokuto weren’t just friends but merely oblivious idiots in love.

#II. –⚜ jasswrites. #haikyu #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #haikyu imagines #haikyu headcanons #hq imagines #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #bokuto kōtarō #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto fluff #bokuto x y/n #bokuto scenarios #bokuto fanfic #bokuto headcanons #bokuto drabble #bokuto koutaro fluff #bokuto kotaro fluff #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutarou

[enassbraid]

->𝐔𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Part one here

After what should have been your end, you find yourself awake weeks later in a hospital bed. When all you want is to try again, you’re siblings arrive and…

Cw - attempted suicide,suicidal thoughts, strained sibling relationships, ooc tsukasa and saki (probably…) for the sake of angst, comas , self sabotage, reader is kinda two faced..

Genre - angst.

Platonic! Tsukasa&Saki x reader

A/n : giggled a bit writing this

Everything felt cold, freezing cold. It was as if someone pushed you into a icy lake during wintertime. You wanted to warm up, but it was impossible to move due to the severe injuries scarring you from the train station incident hours ago.

Was it hours? Or days… perhaps even weeks? You weren’t sure how much time passed, but knew it was a lot.

This was the most awake you’ve felt in your mind so far, perhaps today will be the day you wake up. Though, apart of you wishes it’s your last day alive. You didn’t know if you wanted to beat whoever saved you or thank them.

You didn’t know anything, not even what you wanted.

Did Tsukasa and Saki worry? Did they cry when they heard the news? Do they even know where you went and how it ended? These questions swarmed your mind more and more. You hated it. You didn’t want to think about your siblings right now, they’re partially to blame for all this after all.

There was one thing you knew, that was a lie. They aren’t to blame for this… all they wanted was to be by your side, and you pushed them away. You didn’t deserve siblings like them, they deserved a better sibling, one that wasn’t you. Since when were you so determined to feel like they were the worst siblings ever?

Sure, maybe what Tsukasa said to you was a bit mean, but he was also struggling. If you didn’t hold a grudge, then maybe he wouldn’t have either.

Of course, that’s just a maybe.

Saki was fresh out the hospital, excited to be a normal teenage girl. All you did was make her feel unheard when she expressed this. She had every reason to wanna stay away from you. Maybe if you tried a bit harder to express your emotions, she wouldn’t have backed away.

But that’s just another maybe.

“Miss… wake up?… I hope so…”

“It’s been… are you sure?… okay…”

You heard conversations around you, but could never make them out. You could only hear the words, not process them. If you could think right, it’d be irritating.

“Ah, I think they’re waking up! Someone get a nurse!”

Footsteps became louder and more frequent. Slowly, you were opening your eyes. The bright cold hospital light giving you an immediate headache as well as an rude awakening. You were in the hospital this whole time.

“Don’t crowd them- waking up from a coma can be very confusing and overwhelming. Give them a bit of space for a while.” Said someone who you could only assume was some kind of nurse.

Your eyes were open, but everyone was blurry. You were sure you looked like an idiot right now, looking around the room confusingly and squinting your eyes trying to make out faces. You knew what happened, but you didn’t have the heart to say anything about it. Despite your lack of vision, the atmosphere was enough to give you an idea of everyone’s facial expressions.

It was thick and tense, no one wanted to overwhelm you just yet, so they didn’t know what to say exactly. You weren’t sure if you should be the one to break the silence this time around…

“(Name)- I’m so glad you’re okay..!” Saki. Her chipperness sounded so… forced. You hated it.

“So am I, we were all so worried, you know?”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to punch your brother square in the nose or not. Tsukasa barley notices you walking in and out the house most days, how could he ever be worried about you?

You dwelled in silence for another moment, trying to formulate the right words for this… situation. It’s not one you expected to be in just a week or more ago.

“I don’t understand why you’re both here. You shouldn’t have even realized I didn’t come home, so why should you notice me when I’m in a whole fucking coma?”

Saki winced a bit at your harsh language, though she wasn’t surprised. This reaction was expected after all. Tsukasa on the other hand…

“We may have our differences, but deep down… we’re still siblings. All of us. And I’m sorry- for everything (Name).”

He’s sorry? He’s sorry?

“Bullshit- bullshit bullshit it’s all fucking bullshit! If I wasn’t in this damned hospital bed right now- you wouldn’t even glance at me. You don’t give a shit about me until I almost fucking died.”

Tsukasa backed away a bit, moving an arm in front of Saki out of protection due to your sudden aggression. Of course, he doesn’t know you, so he thinks your about to get physical. That seems about right.

You were slightly irritated no nurse noticed the sudden outburst, but also thankful. If they pulled the two out now, you wouldn’t get a chance to say what you’ve always wanted to say.

“I don’t know you. Either of you. We’re related by blood, but that’s as far as it goes. I’ve spent my whole life being outcasted in this family- do you have any idea how that feels? And no one, no one, has ever bothered to repair our bonds. So why bother now?”

They couldn’t deny it, you were outcasted. But it wasn’t intentional on their behalf, they just never knew how to explain it. They thought you’d feel better alone then surrounded by people who are nothing like you. But clearly…

“(Name)… we’re so sorry- if we knew before then we would have done something… but it’s never too late is it? I know what it’s like to be alone, I spent so much time in the hospital alone. I can start now by keeping you company, can’t I?” You wanted to scoff, this is not the place to fix years of damage.

“Just get out. Both of you leave, and don’t come back.”

“But-“

“Go.”

Tsukasa and Saki were clearly reluctant, but they knew they couldn’t change their minds. Slowly, they walked out the room, leaving you alone once again.

You wish things turned out differently. But you can’t have them around anymore after everything that’s happened. It’ll probably only hurt them more finding out how terrible you’ve gotten due to their emotional absence in your life.

But still, there was nothing you wanted more in that moment then to call out to them, just to beg them to come back.

#project sekai #prsk #pjsk #pjsekai #project sekai x reader #prsk x reader #pjsk x reader #pjsekai x reader #tsukasa tenma #saki tenma #saki #tsukasa #tsukasa tenma x reader #saki tenma x reader #saki x reader #tsukasa x reader #tsukasa angst #saki angst #tenma siblings #dor writes

[princetofbone]

Summer Studying Tips

As it around the time schools get out for summer, I wanted to share some tips I’ve learned over my many years of doing summer math homework and writing essays for various purposes. I’ve done this enough to know that there are really fucking painful ways to do it and ways that don’t suck nearly as much. Lets get cracklakin!

Timing:

- Ideally you should start early. This post is happening at the start of summer because you should start your studying at the beginning of summer. I like to organize my workload in a bell curve for maximum rest and least amount of cramming at the end. This means that you are starting the summer with a smallish amount of work (to rest and do fun things to reset from the schoolyear), and doing more and more every day as the summer progresses (helps stave off boredom and gets things done), and then start doing less to re-rest yourself so you can be fresh and ready for the next year. All of this while still being finished with no need to cram a bunch of work in at the end of the summer.

- While this is a different aspect of “timing” it is, in my opinion, more important.  Have a set time (or many set times you rotate between) to do your summer work. Make sure this time is not when other people are going to be inviting you to things or when you can hear or see people outside doing fun things. For me, this means at four or five in the morning. I wake up and get as much done as I can before six, then have the rest of the day to relax without worrying about  having to do anything. This method was practically beaten into me, so I kinda hate it, but I can tell my father to go fuck himself and still use tools he forced upon me. I know many people who only work at noon because they like sitting outside in the morning sun and they hang out with friends in the evening. Overall for this one, just make sure that the time you pick isn’t a time where you typically do something because the worst feeling in the world is fomo while studying- it kills nay and all motivation.

Location:

I feel like every study tips post known to man says something or rather about how important location is- and it is super important! Like super super important! but no-one talks about why it is so important. And that good locations for studying depend on who you are and how you do work. I personally struggle to work in cafes because I can hear people talking and I’m nosey as hell. I have friends who can’t work in libraries because the quiet + book noises freaks her out. I can’t work in my kitchen because its nearly impossible for me to focus there. the main things I think about before I try working in a new space are 

1) how loud will it be

2) what kind of noise will it be

3)have I spent time there before doing something else (that my mind will want to do more than study)

4) is it somewhere I have the space to study + internet

5) will I run into someone I know

6) can I be there a decently long amount of time without paying/not paying very much?

7) what is the temperature like

8) what is the likelihood of a kids club showing up

obviously these criteria are different for each person, but they might be a good jumping off place- because it is summer and most kids are getting out of school, avoiding places that will be overrun with them is probably a good idea. In addition, make sure to settle down in a place that is a comfortable temperature and a place where the temp wont fluctuate too much.

Motivation:

I think overall this is the most important thing to keep in mind. It doesn't matter how well you plan out when and where you will be doing your work, it is hell to do if you don’t want to do it. 

I’m not going to tell you to love your subject, but if it is something that you don't like, that feels pointless, and you think it has absolutely no impact on your future, it’s going to be a nightmare to get done. I have no tips for you if you are in this situation.

If you don’t want to do it because it is annoying, but it’s a necessary class that you need to take, that works great! put on some fun music and force yourself to do it. It will suck but if it is part of your major or in any way connected to something you like or are passionate about, follow those connections. For example, I was in this awful writing class last semester. The teacher was bad and there was nothing really to be learned. it was a class i had to take solely for the credits. I decided that I was going to be obnoxious and write every damn essay about corsetry and the patriarchy. I swear to got I have 80 pages of writing about the damn subject. I should be publishing a book at this point. (I was one of my favorite classes that semester bc I had so much fun with the topic)

If you don’t want to do it because it’s hard, buckle up and open khan academy and YouTube. nearly every subject known to man is covered in some level on those two sites, and if that fails, find an alternate textbook to the one you have and see if having two perspectives makes it make sense. 

If it’s something you want to do but just cant force yourself to do and you’ve been scrolling for hours, go brush your teeth, change clothes or take a shower and start trying to do your work somewhere new.

I hope one of these helped, and if you have more ideas/tips pls let me know bc I’m writing this to procrastinate on my own summer work.

#summerschool #summer #darkacademia #chaotic academia #aesthetic #study #studytips #studyaesthetic #studyhelp #summerstudy #summer studying challenge #study help #summer study #dark academia #chaoticacademia #summer school #idk how tumblr works #studyblr #study blog #student

[gorgeousklaystels]

All I can taste is this moment

(And all I can breathe is your life).

There he was again. Somehow Calvin fucking Harris had managed to piss Harry Styles off more times than he could count. Which was strange considering he’d only met the guy for two seconds and had one civil (ish) conversation with him. 

And he was not a fan. 

He was biased. I mean, how could he not be. On the surface level, it was hard to compete with such a great guy who was not only successful but also didn’t have a crazy, immature fanbase that gravely interfered in his personal relationships. 

And as grateful as Harry was, from where he was sitting, that seemed like a pretty killer deal. No wonder Taylor was happy with him. 

But he doesn’t know. Something about the guy rubbed him the wrong way. 

“Can we leave now, for crying out loud?” Harry said, coming back to the bar, absolutely having no energy left to deal with this whole situation.

Louis, seeing his best friend’s face, simply nodded. “Of course. But, just… hold on a second.” With that he got up and rounded up the gang. 

Harry thought about joining him, but if he was being honest with himself, the night had pretty much drained him. And he just needed a minute to himself.

Eventually, he saw Kendall in the distance again and she made his way over to him and they continued talking. 

She asked him where he went earlier and he simply told her that him and Taylor took a walk and had just started talking.

She doesn’t push it even if she doesn’t completely believe it.

—

“Jesus Christ, Louis, where in hell did you disappear to?” Harry asked, once he saw Louis stride towards him. 

“Sorry, mate. It’s just… Niall and Ed really wanted to take one last picture in the photobooth and—”

“—Without me?”

“Harry, did you honestly want to be smushed up against Taylor and her boyfriend making out for the 50th time?” He inquired, annoyed. 

That stung. A lot. 

“No. No, I really didn’t.” He said, completely serious. 

“What I thought. Alright, listen, just get in the car outside, I’ll round up the rest of the guys.” Louis said before running off. 

—-

They got to their hotel rooms that night. Niall was absolutely buzzed. Liam and Louis — slightly better — had helped Niall up the stairs after much struggle. 

Small moments like these really made Harry realize that they were one member short. He could picture the moment in front of him. Zayn and Harry silently laughing to themselves about having to drag up one of the guys. 

—

He woke up the next morning, and he could definitely feel the hangover. 

More than that, he could also remember them. And God, he hated this. He hated this constant state of misery he was in. It was downright pathetic. 

Harry got up that day, reluctantly, ready to take on the world.

Maybe not in the conventional Happy-Go-Lucky Harry fashion, but it was a start.  

—

New York. He was in New York. 

And from what he’d heard, so was she. It was like he just couldn’t escape her, even if he wanted to. 

It had been a month since the BBMAS and Harry was holding up fine. Better.

But with them, it was like a cycle, wasn’t it? Some way, somehow, he’d be getting over her and then he’d see her at an award show they were attending. 

And it’s just impossible to resist her pull. Not just as his ex girlfriend who he genuinely adores but as an artist. At what she does. It’s hard not to be pulled in. 

But that same spotlight held him back from trying to get her back or heck, even interacting with her in public. 

Harry woke up that day as he had rehearsal with the band along with a writing session too.

When he arrived at the recording studio, he saw the boys as well as the sound technicians, the producers and all. But he also spotted their manager in a not so friendly conversation with some of the guys. 

“—All I’m saying is that you should have at least talked to him about it beforehand—”

“—this is a great opportunity for the band, Louis. We can’t let it slip.”

“Yeah, but there’s no point if Harry isn’t in on the plan, is it?” Louis replied. 

He fixed the collar of his shirt and simply responded. “Well, he’s just going to have to cooperate.” 

And with that he left after a few instructions here and there. 

Harry glanced around the room, looking at Niall, Liam and Louis. They looked at him but they didn’t tell him anything. 

“Hey. Um, what was that about?” Harry asked, casually. 

“Oh. Uh. You know how Jeff is. He’s just a little harsh in his ways. But he means well.” Louis told him, patting his shoulder. 

“…okay. D’you want to get to work then?” He asked, unsure. 

“Yeah, let’s do it.” 

—

“She’s here.” He heard Louis whisper.

“Who?” Harry inquired.

“Niall, Liam, a minute?” Louis requested.

“What are you guys doing? Does this have something to do with what Jeff said?” He stood up, irritated with the weird secrecy. 

“Well—”

“—Hey, guys.” A voice interrupted. 

Not just a voice. Her. 

Taylor. 

A/N: sorry! ik this is extremely short, but i wanted to see if you guys were interested in the direction i was thinking of making this go, so i would LOVE some opinions and i promise i’ll be more active ! i’m on vacation hence the slow update <3

#harry styles #taylor swift #divorced parents #my parents <3 #babies <3 #fanfiction #haylor fanfiction #i love them #harry and taylor #boost #viral

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Hey, Ralph.

I don’t know how to word this, but do you have any tips for learning to enjoy life again? I’m 24. Just graduated a couple months ago with a Masters. I feel stuck in my current job—not really liking the work anymore, not feeling fulfilled, not making a lot of money, not clicking with my boss. I do what my boss asks but I don’t feel supported by him and don’t see him as someone I can go to if I have a question or need help, which slows down my work. I also feel so much pressure from my parents to do well in my career. My relationship with my dad consists only of talk about my career/money and how I’m not where I need to be in life. He hates that I didn’t major/work in a STEM field or do business.

I don’t really have any interests either. I mean, I feel so burnt out from my education that I can’t even enjoy the things I used to anymore. I went straight from undergrad to masters and feel really burnt out from that. I used to love reading and writing but I can’t enjoy it without feeling like it’s an assignment. But I also find it hard to commit to learning new things now that I don’t have deadlines or guidance on it. I don’t really do much when I’m not working. And I find myself being more and more envious of friends who are having new experiences, getting prestigious jobs, and doing things I’m still afraid to do.

I hate living at home with my family and I fell into a really serious depression when I had to move home from campus at the start of the pandemic. Even though I’m an adult there are rules I have to follow. I can’t really go out or drink, and it’s pretty traditional for the whole family to live together so I feel like I’ll never be able to move out, even if I could afford it (which I’m not quite able to do yet). There’s no privacy and no peace. We can’t even get along yet no one can just move out. I feel so fucking suffocated sometimes.

I’m terrified of driving even though I have my license. I have serious social anxiety and only one friend. I find it hard to stick up for myself and am often seen as weak. I struggle to stay consistent in my search for a new job just because I’m terrified of rejection and of the interview process. I’ll start and stop but can just never stay committed. So I’m stuck.

I was in therapy but now that I graduated I no longer qualify for reduced price sessions. I also am not sure how much it really helped, but I guess I felt better when I had then vs not having them now.

Objectively, things aren’t that bad. I still have a job and savings and have somewhere to live and find joy in little things, like new music. And I’m so lucky to have a sister that is comfortable driving and takes me where I need to go. I also dream about a better life, and that makes me happy momentarily but that ends up making me sad when I begin to think how far away (or even impossible) that is for me. Seriously wishing I was a kid again.

I know you don’t know me and wouldn’t be able to fix/solve anything even if you did, but do you have any words of wisdom you can share for how to navigate tough times?

Oh anon - I'm sending you so much love. I'm sorry that you're . I'm particularly sorry about your Dad and your living situation - that is really hard.

What worries me about offering advice is it seems like your brain is using anything you could do to make your life better as something that you're failing at.

So my first bit of advice - is understand that the voice in your brain is not always telling you the truth.

For example, your brain seems to be telling you that you can only find a job if you commit to the process. That's not true. You don't have to stay committed to a job hunt to find a new job. A job hunt is much more like a lottery, than building up a particular muscle. Each application that you put in is a chance. The fact that you've put in 10 applications doesn't improve your chances on the 11th (guess how I know?). Every new job application is a new chance.

Unfortunately you can't know when the winning ticket will come up and rejection from jobs is horrific (or at least I've always found it so). Do what you can - don't set impossible standards.

Reading this - it seems to me that you're doing really well in difficult circumstances. Can you start by acknowledging that?

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One of the questions I have is - how much is a problem is it that you can't drive? It will really depend on where you live. In some places you can do what you fundamentally need - to do whether or not you can drive. In other places, driving is essential for independence and ability to do things. Even when it's perfectly possible to navigate the world without a car - driving can still feel like something you should be able to do. Can you unpack those feelings? Are there options to get where you want to go besides driving? In which case who cares if you can drive?

In terms of not feeling overwhelmed. I think it'd be good to consciously pick some aspects of your life that you're not working on. You can't find a new job, plan to move out, figure out how your driving anxiety and you driving can coexist and find a free therapist all at once. Start gentle. Aim to do one of those, sometimes, but make sure you don't do any of it at least one weekend a month.

It doesn't matter which one you pick - it really doesn't. It's the act of consciously not doing the others that matters.

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Another thing you could do is do things that are easy and do them badly. You say that you don't have the energy to learn new things. You seem to have a lot of gremlins in your brain that says you must be good at things for them to be worthwhile (not your fault).

I've done some drawing over the last few years - I'm definitely can't draw - I just do it sometimes and I feel my brain go 'I like this form of stimulation'. Or maybe buy a cheap craft kit aimed at children so you can make something (I've recently borrowed some lego off family members with children and made it and found that very satisfying). Don't push this - don't do things because you should - but think about doing something playful (google artists dates for other ideas)

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Finally, and this is my most concrete bit of advice - don't try to make friends - just try to do things with other people. Thinking about 'making friends' is to set yourself a task that you can't control. Make the thing you're trying to do as easy and achievable as possible.

For human contact when you're feeling isolated - the easiest thing is to go along to something that is already happening and happening regularly. This could be a class (anything that takes your fancy - as long as you won't try and be good at it), something that has some kind of purpose (plant trees or overthrow the government), or events like board game evenings. If you do something with other people regularly that will help your brain. You might make friends, or you might not, but adding things to your life (as an experiment - you don't have to stick at things you don't enjoy) is your best chance to find some joy.

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Some further advice that might help.

I recommend Captain Awkward - who has good advice about on what to do when it feels impossible to leave home and how to find people.

I also think Oliver Burkeman can be really good for burned out people who still want to make their life better.

Finally - it is really hard navigating this world. You are doing really well.

#I knew all the advice about how to find my people when I was in the UK #and only followed it intermittently #But when I did - the times when I went to things regularly with other people #that was good #Which is all to say - none of this is all or nothing #do what you can #and be kind to yourself

[houseofhurricane]

Will the accidental pregnancy spinet be used as a premise to your Elucien fic? I really adore the snippet, I think that they were so in character and just the whole situation seems fitting.

So, funny story, yes, I am very slowly working on turning that snippet into an Elucien fic. I currently have about 11,000 words written but I've been working on other things in between (mostly a giant Dramione fic that has taken over my life, more on that in a bit). I know not everyone loves accidental pregnancy as a trope—and I think it's hard to write well—but I weirdly love it and do want to come back to it, I just have come up with way too much plot and this thing is going to end up being at least 50k words if I do it the way I want to.

However. I have already released part of this fic as a standalone, which is like we dream impossible dreams. This is, shall we say, the inciting incident for the whole accidental pregnancy storyline, also known as straight-up Starfall smut. It's meant to be most of the first chapter of the larger fic.

And, because honestly who knows when I will release the rest—hopefully before 2024 because I like to come back to this fic as stress relief—here's another scene, where Elain tells Nesta she's pregnant and then visits a healer. It needs edits for sure but it has the vibe:

“Tell me what’s wrong,” she says, and the words are the gentlest command Elain has ever heard leave her sister’s lips.

“Lucien and I—” she struggles for the right words, heat on her cheeks, the back of her neck, and then it bursts from her, “I took him to my bed at Starfall, and now I’m pregnant.”

To her credit, Nesta only squeezes Elain’s hand.

“How do you feel?” she asks. “There are potions, if you’d rather not be pregnant. I would get them for you, or find you a healer if you preferred.”

“I’m aware.” Elain tries to focus on how grateful she is that Nesta would help her, to dismiss her annoyance that her sister would think she was so unaware. After all, she hasn’t told Nesta about that corner of the garden, of the small, or of the well-fenced plot where she grows the key ingredients for poisons. And perhaps this secrecy is why they all think so little of her, think she could not be anything more than ornamental. She shakes her head to clear it, clenching her fingers in the towel. “And I am… there are many things to consider, but even if I’m overwhelmed, I’m happy. I want this.”

“We would help you, of course. You’re not chained to Lucien. Unless something has changed between you, and you want to be.” Nesta offers her the glass of water again, and Elain drinks, grateful that the liquid settles easily inside her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told him.”

“What did he do?” Nesta’s arms are crossed over her chest, her eyes going silver at the edges.

“Nothing. He said it was my choice, if I wanted more than what we had at Starfall.”

“And what do you want, Elain?” The slightest hint of annoyance in her voice should not surprise her as it does. Lucien has become an ally of this court. Still, Nesta used to hate him.

“There is too much between us.” She waves her hand forward, trying to indicate distance, the magnitude of what she sees. “The mating bond, all this future between us, what I feel when I see him… And what would he be like, when he found out his mate was pregnant? You know how Rhys was.”

“Lucien is nothing like Rhys,” Nesta says, and Elain watches her sister smother the anger in her eyes. But Elain can’t forget those weeks after Feyre learned that her child would kill her, and her mate had made them all keep the knowledge from her. The haunted look on Feyre’s face, when she thought no one was looking. 

Nesta had been the only one with anger fierce enough to offer that barbed truth. Which is why Elain sought her first.

“I want to see a healer,” she says. “Not Madja.”

“There are healers in the library,” Nesta says, understanding instantly. “They won’t ask unnecessary questions and they’ll keep your secrets.”

I hope that tides you over for a bit! One day, there will be an entire fic... I just have no idea when that day will be. But I'm glad you're excited about it, because I love this fic too. 🧡

#asked and answered #elucien #elucien fic #elucien accidental pregnancy #this is the thing i get asked about more than anything and honestly i love it #i am not above just posting everything i've written in answer to tumblr asks

[rindouheart]

Can I request for 100 followers drabbles event 49. with Mikey

SANO “MIKEY” MANJIRO + #49 “please don’t cry”

drabble info. little angst + fluff

notes. i don’t think I’m good at writing mikey, i tried, hope you like it! also, sorry for the long waiting!

mikey has always been busy with gang stuff, especially since he has found the new “kanto manji gang”. you know there is a bunch of dangerous people involved, such as sanzu haruchiyo, the haitani brothers and ex black dragons members.

he knows about your concern, you’re his partner, it’s normal to be worried about your lover’s well being.

“I’ll be back at the hideout at about 9 pm, you can wait me there if you want to. i’ll come to your house later if i don’t find you at our spot” that’s what he said before leaving with his gang.

and you are sitting there, in the main hall of the abandoned building that now is used as hideout. it’s a strange feeling, almost like loneliness, walking around the room with no one there.

mikey has brought you there before, especially when he had to stay away for a long time. he usually left you with kakucho, who has became one of your best friends.

but today you’re alone, plus, the clock is already pointing at 9. “he’ll be back soon” is the only thing that keeps going around your brain, hoping that everything is okay.

you try to stay calm, hoping for the best, but time keeps going forward. it’s almost 9:30pm, and still, no one has shown up yet.

you sit on the sofa, in the same place where mikey usually sits. it makes you feel better, just a bit, but better. you just hope for mikey’s safety.

9:45pm. 10:25pm.

when the clock marks 10:40pm, you are struggling to hold back tears. something must have happened, for sure. thinking positive in a delicate situation like this is impossible. mikey has mentioned that some delinquent groups had weapons once or twice. oh god. what if… no, it can’t be, it can’t be, it can’t be.

sniffling, you lay on the couch you’re sitting on, hoping to fall asleep quickly and to see mikey’s face when you’ll wake up.

it’s 11:37pm when mikey and the other members come back. you’ve fallen asleep earlier and you haven’t heard the door unlocking.

your boyfriend immediately sees your sleeping figure on the couch, “everyone, shut up” he says. the others stop talking, someone wondering why mikey has just said that. “kakucho, go in the other room with everyone and update them about the situation, i won’t be there tonight”. kakucho just nods and politely tells the other members to leave.

mikey sits near you and starts caressing your head. he knows he has fucked up. showing up four hours later that expected without sending you a message or something else.

you turn your head towards him and slowly open your eyes. “mikey?” you ask, waking up. “i’m back, love”. you quickly start sobbing and throw your arms around his neck.

“i hate you so much, are you hurt? why did you come back this late? you made me worry, i thought something bad happened to you, or… or… i don’t know, you could have died!” he lets you talk and cry. he knows that today he hasn’t been a good boyfriend.

“hey, y/n” mikey says, patting your back and holding you close to him. “please, stop crying. i know i made you worry, i didn’t do that on purpose. i am fine, everyone is fine. nothing bad has happened. just, haruchiyo fell from his motorbike.” he explains.

“promise that you won’t be this late again” you sob, still hugging him tight. “i promise, love you”.

rindouheart’s 100 followers drabbles event — please don’t copy or steal 062322

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[hxhhasmysoul]

I agree about your two last asks regarding gojo. I can understand how op characters might struggle to connect with other people, but this character trope has been done so many times, that I don’t believe it’s impossible for them to actually find a connection with someone who’s just an ordinary person. Gojo has always had the ability to make that connection with other people, he just didn’t believe it’s possible for him, because yknow he’s sooooo above them *eye roll*... I don’t hate or even dislike how gojos arc was executed, cause the set up was there. Gege was always open about what kind of person gojo is and just how flawed his philosophy was. So narrative and characterisation wise, his arc makes sense. I DO think it’s a well executed arc. The only thing that personally bothers me is that… I really liked gojo for his flaws, but in the end they don’t actually seem to matter, because they were never really challenged (?) he got out of his box, he didn't give much of a reaction to his plans completely falling apart right in front of him (which… fine ok I guess he always had other priorities) or didn't even acknowledge megumi's situation beyond what it meant for the fight, went to have a fun fight, had fun and died. The end. so, at least to me, it feels like he completely got away with dealing with any consequences of his actions. They don’t matter anymore, his character reach his final destination. so as much as l genuinely appreciated gojo for his flaws… I don’t know how to feel about his character now. Right now, he’s just an overpowered guy who’s been struggling with an identity crisis for the past decade, until a stronger and smarter guy showed up (smarter because well… he kinda did outsmart him in the end) and gave him an answer by dethroning him of his title of the strongest (aka brutally murdering him). so all in all… his arc feels quite underwhelming… I mean it’s a good arc, but I wasn’t blown away lol there wasn’t much of an emotional impact for me AND THERE COULDVE BEEN, cause there are things gege could’ve tackled and developed better, but that’s on me I guess. I too in a way fell for the hype of gojo satoru, so I did end up having some expectations. I can only be glad that my actual fav here (Sukuna) has still place in the narrative and gege has kept his symbolism and philosophy rather tightly guarded, which doesn’t really leave us much room for expectations, since there’s very little we know about him. Honestly I’m just happy that the plot can finally (hopefully) move forward.

yes to everything. thank you for writing this <3

i also appreciate gojou for his flaws because i also thought something would be done with them narratively. i would've also preferred if his worldview got challenged actually and if he had to actually deal with the consequences of his actions a beliefs. now the kids will have to.

i wonder what this story would've been like if gege didn't decide to speed run it at some point. i wish i knew why they want to finish is as quickly as possible so badly.

#answering asks #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #jjk 236

[adventuresofcaptainkitt]

Officially introducing Captain Kitt! I realized he needed an official character sheet.

Underneath is a very in-depth look into his backstory and personality.

Starting off his name is Kitt Lindhurst, son of Elton Lindhurst. “Fox” is a nickname his crew used to call him because of his name and because he is a tricky and clever flirt. I’m gonna say he is 24, though that’s not set in stone, he is male and uses he/him, and is gay (both because when I was writing him he just kinda ended up that way + the color scheme matched the flag). He has long hair that he’s been growing out for years, mainly because his dad doesn’t believe in haircuts due to super situations (we’ve see the voodoo dolls) and he ended up dyeing it at one of the ports to reflect the ocean (if dyes can match depth and biome, they can match the ocean). He also uses his hair to hide his eye because the curse makes him uncomfortable so early on. Fun fact, one of the reasons he hates thunderstorms is because when the sea gets choppy, his hair tends to be harder to manage.

Before the events in Terraria, he was the son of a pirate captain living in the Astranian Shores. The predominant worship of sailors’ was reverence of the stars for their magic and guidance and wariness of the moon due to its control over the tide and the mythology of the Moon Lord, casting him as a villain. Kitt was born out of wedlock. His father knocked up a lass and ended up in the same port a few years later. She wasted no time hunting their ship down and sneaking the toddler on board. They were surprised, but decided to keep him for the time being because that port was not the place to raise a child. Kitt was almost dropped off at an orphanage at another port, but the crew was already attached by the time and his dad adored him. (He was at the age where he wasn’t incredibly needy, but definitely young and impressionable. He doesn’t really remember his mother other than blurry memories of raspy humming and long black hair.

Personality wise, he is a very relaxed and cheerful guy, often cracking jokes and easing tensions. He took upon himself to be a mediator in ship to help his dad out and it’s just habit at this point. He is also mischievous, flirty, clever due to being one of the youngest and raised by pirates. He is also very loyal and protective over people he deems his crew. While he grew up well loved by his pirate family, he does have a burden complex where he feels guilty for inconveniencing over the years. He has the unfortunate habit of repressing negative feelings and or minimizing his feelings/injuries. He also is very reckless when he is focused on a task and often needs to be to talked down, something near impossible if they aren’t his dad or one of the older crew members who also co-parented him (he has about four dads: his actual dad, the quartermaster, the carpenter/medic, and the boatswain)(they were the most active in raising him and he bonded with them a lot more that the other crew members who are like uncles and older brothers).

He didn’t have any relationships on the ship since the other guys were either too old or not really his type. Instead he had flings when they docked or when they met up with other pirate allies. He likes a little chase to his relationship, like flirting them up and wooing them. It makes the flings more memorable and meaningful for him. This is not was occurs with Asher. I’ll go into their relationship in another post tho. This does make him a great wingman, however!

He likes fishing, swimming, dueling, singing, card games, the general things he was able to do aboard a pirate ship. He is actually decently well read, picking up books on navigation and later mythology and history when he could. One of the mates got him a sappy romance book and he actually liked it a lot. He occasionally buys them and hides them, even though they are inevitably found. He jokes that it ruins his pirate image, but his crew doesn’t tease him too much and they keep it on board (they don’t tell others who aren’t part of the crew). He often helps out cooking and only really knows how to cook seafood. It’s good seafood at least. He is fond of animals and nature. He has a book about different sea creatures and one of the few nice things that came from living on land was he finally had enough personal space to make a little library and have a shell collection.

#adventures of captain kitt #terraria #terraria oc #pirate oc #oc blog #original character #not roleplay #character design #character sheet #oc sheet #this took both longer and less time than i thought it would #also i came up with a uniform bang style for him so i’m happy. #he’s a very pretty guy imo #this is my reason to practice body hair and muscles #wow he is a nerd #no wonder he and asher get along #they are basically beauty and the beast lol