#Very lovely writing too! 💕💕💕

[vegalustirra]

(Hello, I am here to try to fluster you)

Sabo pressed you up against the wall, pushing his body to be flush with yours while gently holding your face in his hands. He placed a loving kiss on your lips, one you eagerly return with a content hum while running your hands through his hair. He leaned closer to you, nibbling on your bottom lip to get you to open your mouth for him. You smiled into the kiss and opened your mouth just enough to let his tongue slip inside. He groaned softly into the kiss as he seemed to be trying to devour your mouth. His hands carefully leave your face and travel down your body to squeeze your hips.

You couldn't remember the last time you were able to have a moment like this with Sabo. It felt like years because of the number of missions you both had for the Revolutionary Army. Whenever you were free, he had a big mission Dragon assigned him. Whenever he was free, you had to help with multiple little but essential missions. It drove both of you mad, but the longing for each other made the short time you could have together feel like heaven.

"We should probably move somewhere private," you whispered between the hot kisses he gave you.

Sabo grumbled under his breath and hesitantly pulled away from you. Though only a little bit. He pouted with a frustrated huff. "Fine," he agreed. "But if we take too long getting there, I'm going to punish you," he whispered darkly to you with a grin.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you grinned back at him while gently pulling at the cravat he wore. "Then I guess we shouldn't delay any longer," you whispered, fully intending to take the long way yo his bedroom.

Fluster Vega in the Askbox

Oh goodness, this did get me a bit, especially since I was getting off work for the day when I received the ask.

I was mainly 40% flustered as I read this & then his reaction got to me. The grumbling, the fact that he pouted in frustration… Like I know he's quite eager for more, I get it. We only have a certain amount of time before either gets assigned another mission. 🤭

& his response too! I know that I would go ahead & purposely take the long way. I'd be a fool not to. He would know I'd go for it too, if it means I'd get quite a punishment.

& I'm sounding a bit like a masochist again hahaha.

Overall, it got me 70% flustered already. Got me wanting more as well! 🥰

#Very lovely writing too! 💕💕💕 #10/10 would read over and over again #Datura Asks #LustirraMutuals: Risenwrites #Lustirra.Games

[honeytuesday]

honey's trinkets in seaside jasmine (tap for better quality)

#hny.img #as requested by chanda 💕💕 #let the trinket tour commence! #1) notebooks (2) with green for Actual Use and tan for Wistful Dreams that i will one day write something nice enough to put in there #2) old book from high school that i am trying to reread (unsuccessfully) #3) earrings (2 pairs) blue geometric ones broke upon putting them on 💔 but theyre so pretty so we keep (((': #4) hair wrangling devices (3) bc it is simply too hot for hair down #5) nail polish (2) light blue for the girl i wanna be....dark green for who i actually am #6) necklace (1) goes with none of my outfits!!! but so pretty so it goes in the hoard #7) pins (2) butterflies. need i say more #8) bracelet (1) made it when i was 9 and convinced that i could manifest my way into becoming a sea goddess. #9) pretty rock (2) friend in pocket. no explanation needed. #10) teeny tiny plushies (2) excellent weapon for bonking friends #11) possessed bear charm with bells (1) it jingles. that is enough for me #12) tubes of various purpose (3) tinted balm + brow gel + shitty but pretty pen. is there anything else u Really need? no #13) perfume (1) daily dose of Smells Nice Disease ✨ #14) bells (4) fell off my first pair of dance bells. sentimental value 900000000000000000 (: #hope u enjoyed!!! #chanda this was very very fun ty for the tag love <3333 #anyone who sees this and wants to do it PLEASE do and tag me if you make one!!!!! would lovelovelove to see it ((((: #ah christ. apologies for absolute behemoth of an essay in the tags

[tedlebred]

I am this close to rewatching Gotham . You can tell how badly the exams are affecting me. Mentally

#/lh I love Gotham very dearly💖💞💗💕💖💗💞🫶 but lord above some of that writing #Started seeing more nygmobblepot stuff recently and that rekindled the love……………. Also for my boy Jerome. He’s the best #Just in regards to everything #Maybe I’ll go and just rewatch the Jerome + nygmobblepot episodes idk #<- has not actually finished the series (has a few eps of the last season left but is too scared)

[rewordthis]

「Your Mind Bedevilling…」

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770 words Yamazaki Sousuke, Matsuoka Rin + SFW

Summary: Last year Sousuke inquired help from the gang in order to organise a birthday party capable of making Rin cry. He failed. And got ratted out. This year, he decided to do everything alone, but as he’s too immersed in his research for the perfect location, he’s more absentminded than usual and eventually Momo finds out. Still, he’s eagerness is what gives him away this time… and maybe it’s just not meant to be…

I blame everything on this (tumblr won’t let me copy paste links :/) post for Rin’s Birthday Story from ‘21 (that was reblogged last month) from @kudouusagi, a hell of a devoted Free! translator (Your translations have made me go from ‘that makes sense…’ to ‘that aIN’t RigHt?! But IT’s oFfiCiaL!!? 🤯’ throughout the years. lol ) and then stumbling on Rin’s 10th year anniversary pic 2 nights ago… yeah. Njoy!

And this was supposed to be just a little gathering among themselves, huh…

Jeez.

Sousuke should really have learned his lesson by now, but apparently him being hellbent on throwing a party worthy of tears for Rin wasn’t something he’d forget easily.

This time, everybody was in attendance — even Haru — and Nagisa and Rei, too.

And like last time, Nagisa had managed to spill the beans by the ‘hello’…

It was somewhat heartwarming watching Haru trying to shut Nagisa up when he started to speak how Sousuke had sent invitations to everyone at least a month in advance, requesting them to clear their schedules, only for Momo to pipe in that apparently the planing had started way earlier, as he had been asking Sousuke’s help with training only for him to appear at Samezuka with fliers about restaurants and clubs, trying to decide which place would be more suitable since their previous choice wasn’t much help towards the objective.

But what really made Rin tear up, albeit in mirth, was the fact that Haru even patted the man’s head, telling him ‘that it’s not his fault he’s not good at this’ with Sousuke running his hand over his face in apparent frustration and scathing embarrassment— something that Rin never had the opportunity to witness before in all their long acquaintance.

Truly a sight to behold!

Hours later, after the spirited chatting had simmered down some, Sousuke approached Rin and sat beside him; his shoulder brushed against the redhead’s while doing so.

Rin just turned and looked at him yet, he all but glanced from the corner of his eye.

“Good job.” Rin said turning his gaze again at Ai that was trying to make Momo stop drinking anymore carbonated orange juice— it’s bad for you if you’re seriously trying to be a competitive athlete.

Sousuke simply breathed. It was deep and slow, just like him. He always took a moment longer when he was serious about something…

This didn’t alarm Rin.

Then his low voice, quietly spoke up: “Well, it didn’t go according to plan so not really. In the end you didn’t cry… again…”

Rin side-eyed him, he really looked a little out of it; the way he still avoided to meet Rin eye to eye and that childish pout he was sporting ever since Momo and Nagisa ratted his plan out to him.

Rin nudged him a little and teased: “It’s exactly because of that that I didn’t cry, ba~ka.”

“Huh?” Sousuke’s head spun around to face him, granting Rin a full view of him for the first time after the party started.

“It was too planned out! Exactly like last time… I could tell something was off because everything was way too familiar from the moment I stepped into the room, man.” Rin answered Sousuke’s near-annoyed face. “Next time don’t try so hard! Or don’t try at all, ha!” He concluded, elbowing him lightly in the ribs.

After that, Sousuke just stood there, looking at him, seemingly taking in what Rin had just told him and noting it down for possibly another time…

But— it wasn’t that he was actually doing.

“Oi, Sousuke? Are you alright? Could it be that you’re going to be emotional now after all those years we know each other? Out of all the times—” the redhead asked as Sousuke’s expression gradually grew solemn.

His eyes scanned Rin for a moment longer before he finally said anything.

“Rin… did it took you long to dress for tonight?” He asked, and he seemed positively overcome with concern for a bit.

“No? Why? Is something not looking good on me? I like this shirt so…” Rin replied and glanced briefly down to check his clothes.

Sousuke tilted his head slightly as he once again, run his eyes over Rin and softly spoke in a deeply thoughtful tone: “It’s not that it doesn’t look good on you but…” his perplexed countenance suddenly lightening up, “I’m 100% sure these mesh T-shirts are what gay strippers wear for work!” 

“Hah?!” Rin’s shock was such that his voice echoed over the background music and the idle exchanges of the other guys: he even stood up without realising it.

Everybody turned to look at a fuming Rin, his face equally red as his hair: and Sousuke’s hearty laughter, filling the spaces between… 

(This man, he will never let him live it down~)

By the way, Rin never found out what went on between his two friends.

In the end, when Rin asked them about when exactly they started to get along, both Haru and Sousuke avoided answering the question…

~•~

Late, late, late! But! Did managed to post at least so… yeah! Wah! Help me understand how this works! Why is it so hard to work on phone?! Could it just be that I’m over-romanticising working on desk top? ‘Cause I don’t think so?! Also, why is it so hard to find a title after you have written something??? 😭🫠

#yamazaki sousuke #sousuke yamazaki #matsuoka rin #rin matsuoka #free! fic #free! series #my writing #770 words #character birthday #free! birthday fic #sfw #or… very very belated birthday fic actually… #btw… I come up with stupid ideas and you're my guinea pigs people. #I say that with a lot lot love!!! 💕 #usagi-san I’m sorry you had to see this… 😣 #but credit is credit. sumimasen~ 😭😭😭 #got thrown out by my browser just a bit after posting and just saw that sousuke’s name was misspelled by autocorrect too... nooo! 😫 #oneshot

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Wip Wednesday

Subconscious (Steve’s Story)

Summary: Steddie Canon compliant/fix-it fic paired with a corresponding story in Eddie’s POV, each chapter happens in tandem with the other. No matter what he does, no matter who he is with or what is happening in the aftermath of their failed battle with Vecna – Steve Harrington can’t stop thinking about Eddie Munson. He’s even begun to see him in his dreams…

(unbeta'd snippet from Chapter 02; picks up after Steve had his first dream about Eddie that felt like he was really with Eddie. (Spoiler: he was.) He doesn't remember it very clearly, as most people do who dismiss their dreams as fictional creations of their subconscious, but that doesn't mean it isn't haunting him still. Even weeks later.)

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After that night, the nightmares come back with a vengeance.

Steve wishes he could say that Eddie didn’t appear in any of them. To be fair, he doesn’t actually dream about Eddie Munson all that much. But the few times he appears there during that month of June, it’s nothing like that first night when he turned from his window and Eddie had been in his room. Dark eyes and wild hair, a tilted smile and his hand on Steve’s wrist. Every bit of him more vivid than anything else in the room.

That’s one small difference, with the nightmares. Eddie is there but the details don’t stand out so glaringly. It’s less about his face, or his words or mannerisms. Mostly because the dream doesn’t allow that to be the focal points. No – all Steve can focus on is the terrifying amount of blood, the vicious wounds, the screeching bats, the way Eddie’s chest doesn’t move or how empty those dark eyes look as they stare off at nothing. And more often than not, Steve wakes up swearing to God that he can hear someone screaming. Not him. He knows it’s not him. His neighbors would have called the damn police if he’d woken up screaming. The houses weren’t far apart enough that someone wouldn’t hear him. Small comforts.

So Steve’s terrible sleep schedule actually slides downhill pretty damn fast. It wasn’t great to start with. After a couple weeks, it really starts to grate on his nerves – and it doesn’t help that everything electronic in his house is on the fritz. It must have something to do with the giant interdimensional rift downtown, but it still shifts from an annoyance to a hindrance pretty damn quick. The lights, the radio, the TV white noise is so eerie Steve fucking unplugs it.

And then, his hair dryer stops working. It turns on fine, but almost immediately after it starts to exert more and more power until it blows a fuse and nearly catches on fire in his hand. Because of _course_ it did! Steve might have shouted into the emptiness of his bathroom some very colorful words at whoever the fuck is messing with his hair dryer. Do they have no decency? Can’t he keep one thing to pride himself on in this fucked up town?

He considers calling an electrician, but it’s not like there’s probably one within 20 miles of Hawkins that would be willing to help. He’d ask Hopper if he could take a crack at it next time they had family dinner, or Dustin might know what to do. He was a science nerd. The walkie-talkie the kids had graced him with for emergency frequencies was also not immune to the rampant craziness that had half his house out of whack. The kid had to have an idea what to do. Even though the thought of letting Henderson anywhere near the breaker box in his parent’s house made Steve uncomfortable on way too many levels. Always the babysitter.

So, needless to say, Steve is having a rough time.

Today is no different. He finds himself scavenging his kitchen for food this bright sunny morning in mid-June. There isn’t much in the cupboards, and Steve’s hair isn’t cooperating without any heat, and he’d barely slept the night before, so the day is not off to a good start when Robin comes waltzing through the door already talking a mile a minute. She looks better, lately; there’s more life in her expressions and she has started to do the long rambling monologues when she’s excited or nervous or bored or fucking hungry. Whatever the situation, she was always talking.

Steve had missed it so much.

“You will never guess what happened, never in a million trillion years!” She’s shouting down the hallways as she races across the house, skidding to a stop in the kitchen in her too-worn red converses and hopping up on the counter as Steve finally begins cooking some kind of breakfast foods. He found a can of corn beef hash at the back of a dusty shelf that he can fry up, and a couple slices of bread that aren’t growing questionable colors in the bag. He really needed to go to the store.

“Tell me, and get your ass off my counters. This isn’t Scoops, I eat here.” Robin just moves to a different side of the kitchen with a roll of her eyes, hopping up near the wine-glass cupboards instead and crossing her legs atop the marble countertops. “I’m going to assume it has to do with Vickie–”

“Vickie, yes, okay so you guessed that part. Doesn’t matter. Because the actual mind-blowing part is this – she asked ME to meet her today.”

Okay, that was a revelation. Steve turns around and narrows his eyes at her in surprise.

“What? She asked you out?!” He had a personal bet going that nothing would even remotely happen until like the 4th of July. (Not that they have a good track record with the 4th of July, but whatever. It’s an easy milestone he won’t forget about.)

“No, dingus, she asked me to study.” There’s a spark in her eyes like it was a damn wedding proposal, and Steve just stares at her blankly.

“I’m not following.” Yes, the lack of sleep was making his brain feel like mush most mornings, but he’s on his second cup of coffee and had been awake for three hours already. “Is that some kind of band geek code word I don’t know about, or what?”

“Like you’ve never used ‘Studying’ as an excuse to get with a girl before,” Robin prods at him, and Steve smirks a little on reflex. Yeah, he had a reputation, and there were many ‘study’ nights he’d participated in that didn’t have anything to do with textbooks.

“Yes, but you just said it wasn’t a date,” he points out, teasing with something close to what felt like their old banter. “Robin, Robin, tsk tsk. I’m ashamed of you. I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.”

“Shut up, it’s not like that either.” She pouts, arms crossed and leaning back against the cupboards. “You’re one to talk, anyway.”

“But that’s me, this is you. I hold you to higher standards.” He can practically hear his friend roll her eyes at him. He just shoves a plate into her chest with breakfast on it and leans against the counters while he picks at his own. It’s not great, but it’s hot, greasy and loaded with salt. He’s had worse. “Besides, it’s summer. What are you studying for?”

“Finals, duh. I got my letters from Roane County and they are having everyone take their tests in July so the seniors can graduate before August.”

Steve remembers hearing that on the news, now that she says it. Graduation had been canceled, but the seniors of Hawkins High still needed to finish school if they wanted to get out of this cursed town to attend college in the fall. A lot of parents were up in arms with the school board about it; claiming most people would just pardon the kids and give them their diplomas anyway. It was a whole mess, and for a split second Steve had forgotten Robin was in the middle of it. He’d been so caught up in making sure the kids were okay that he hadn’t been paying attention to the Vecna-fighters his own age. Suddenly, he wasn’t so hungry anymore.

“You know I would have helped you study, Rob,” he tells her, and she about chokes on her toast she laughs so abruptly.

“With what? Didn’t you barely pass your own year?”

“Rude,” he grumbles at her, dropping his unfinished breakfast right into the sink. She’s not wrong, but it’s the thought that counts right? He crosses his arms at her and tries to glare, but it melts at her fond smile – he might be an idiot ex-jock, but he was her idiot ex-jock and that’s what matters. “Okay, fine. Guess you have to make sure you can actually reply to those college applications before they give your spots away.”

“Um, yeah about that,” Robin unfolds herself enough to kick her feet over the edge of the counter. “I didn’t exactly end up sending them.”

Steve doesn’t even deign that with a response, just stares at her with raised eyebrows because – hell, Nancy Wheeler had helped her with those college applications. She should have gotten in anywhere at that rate.

“Don’t look at me like that! I had a lot going on, you know – fighting an evil demon wizard really takes a lot out of you.”

“Yeah, I think I remember something about that.” They’re joking, tone light and sarcastic, but the heaviness still sits a little too uncomfortably in the center of Steve’s chest. It’s how they cope, really. It’s how they’ve always coped. Steve and Robin were legit two sides of the same coin; from dealing with nightmare-induced-problems to the types of chicks they stare at out the windows of Family Video. Cut from the same cloth, and all that shit. He didn’t think he would have gotten through the past few months without her. “So, guess you’re stuck here with me.”

Robin smiles at that, feet still swinging, her red converses standing out in his parents' modern monochrome kitchen design starkly. The color is always a welcome sight, to Steve.

“Guess so.” She leans just a bit to her right, bumping shoulders with him, and it knocks a smile out of Steve as well. “So, when can I move in?”

“You basically live here already. Pick a room.”

She laughs like he’s joking, and Steve doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he’s 100% serious.

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tbc

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Series Snippets:

- Dreamwalker (Eddie’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

- Subconscious (Steve’s Story) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

#it's my story and I can leave a 1600 word snippet if I want to #it's a very rough draft snippet that I know needs some love #but I'm still so excited for this story #and I really do have too much fun writing Steve #wip wednesday #this is just a snippet #Steddie #Platonic Stobin #dreamwalker subconscious series #ptsd steve in the house #cw violence and gore #cw character death mentioned #cw grief #so much subtext this chapter that makes so much more sense when paired with Eddie's chapter #but I bet yall can guess 💕 #katyswriting

[angelfrogs]

For weeks now I’ve been telling this joke (mostly to myself) that’s just “I love it when people ask me if I like jjk because the honest answer is no” because I carry these little jjk figures with me everywhere and it’s true I don’t really like jjk that much BUT NOW I CANT POST THAT JOKE BC PEOPLE WILL THINK I AM JUST UPSET ABOUT THE NEW CHAPTER SPOILERS AND I AM BUT THAT ISNT THE REASON

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #kind of I’m hinting at them #I stopped reading jjk at chapter 209 bc I was literally making myself sick with stress #I also refuse to watch the anime for this reason #I think jjk is well written and I think it tells a very compelling and honest story about the dangers tradition can pose #but honestly about midway through I just felt like I was dragging myself through the series for the sake of completion #and I still feel that way #but I still interact with the fandom and stuff idk I really shouldn’t #also I know the whole ‘jjk is making me too sad’ is RICH coming from number one chainsaw man enjoyer #but it’s different and I really actually want to write a whole thing about why bc it’s very interesting to me #I love story structures and meta analysis #anyway tag rant over byeeeee💕 #read my terrible words

[wurm-food]

wait I still want to make a playlist for today ahhh

#I’m having a very nice day today #the vibes are impeccable I love you all 💕 #I promised myself I’d make something for today and I’ve dicked around too much to write oops #so playlist it is! #wurm.txt

[collectivecloseness]

Actually talking about the fruity four does extend my lifespan so thank you 💕

#I am in love with them I could write about them forever #literally anything about them I love talking about them so so much #I’m writing smth now for them (as well as a couple other things) and I love thinking of all the dif things that could go into them!!! #I actually need to talk about the fruity four/reader forever thank you very much it’s what keeps me alive #I’m hoping i don’t get tired soon bc it’s late bc I really wanna get this ask out before I go to sleep for y’all <3 #thank you to the anon(s) who’ve suddenly put 2 in my inbox today #pls any f4 thoughts y’all have you might give me some dopamine #I love everyone I write for individually and in whatever polys too tho don’t get me wrong hehe mwah 💕 #love for all of them <3 #fruity four

[crescentmp3]

hrngkgj

#i have like one and a half page more to write and its nearly too late to be up. #sure one and a half page is nothing to normal people. but currently i have zero (0) spoons! very tragic on my end #ms. damla hiii 💓💓💖💝💕💘💖💞 heyy unrelated i love you Soooo so much btw. can i have ten million more days to do this #god. help #i should pray to Allah to give me spoons more frequently actually. let me do it right now #🌙rambling

[girl-by-the-lake]

Psssssst cmere, hUSH QuiEtLY!!! Gotta tell u sumn a lil secret

You got a secret admirer

-secret admirer

You know when little kids (or sometimes big kids too) whisper “hey, come here, I have a secret” and then when you lean in, they scream in your ear? Thats the feeling I’m getting. 😂 but i’ll huuuuush, because this is very sweet and so cute.

I present to you a picture of the sunset from when I was driving to camp the other week.

Sending all my love and hugs 💕

#lol i want to ask why but thats compliment searching but i just want to know what you seem to like so that i keep doing it if i can? #this is very surprising? like me? what? ive been mia lately and i dont post original thoughts so huh? 😅 but this def made me smile and #and blush youre too kind for stopping by! 💕 #(story time - so ive been at camp and this girl who’s like … idk 10 or so? said that i was her camp crush last year… *and this year still #too* (because theres always a slight big deal on who your camp crush/admirerer/person who want to be friends with is - idk it’s a big deal) #and like… that person is never me. 😅 im not usually the one ppl have crushes on (plat or otherwise) or at least i dont see myself that way #so when this kiddo was like *youre a cool counselor* (in diff words) i just 😭 thats so!!! like yes i am #being good at my job and the kids do like me and all the effort has been worth something :) #but i havent really done anything on here to earn this reaction from *anyone* so.. idk… this is sweet #lol i’ll write about you in my journal #XD #but thanks for stopping by :) and i hope you have a lovely day #asks #anon #secret admirer #also - do i know you? or is that a secret as well?

[bergamotmandarin]

#bergamot ocs #starting off with my main four!! the forest crew 💕 #claire and oliver are siblings! havent decided if twins yet or just one year apart but claire definitely has big sister energy #claire is sunshine incarnate and desperately wants to be a knight. also a hopeless romantic 💕 #oliver is the moodiest one of the group and kinda pessimistic but hes getting better! :) the others wont let him get out of their hijinks #hawthorne is a good influence on him tho. theyre the chill energy he needs to calm down a bit #claire and oliver are the main characters. i do plan on writing a book but yknow how it is #hawthorne is like everyones weird witchy parent who has most definitely done some shit back in the day #they always just kinda go with the flow and trust the energy they feel around them #honestly big art teacher vibes #sowii is actually the oldest in years but theyre fae so they seem younger than everyone else #sowii my mushroom child 💕 i just love them so much #i honestly didnt mean to but in my head sowii feels a bit like rapunzel without the evil kidnapping mother #claire and sowii are besties 💕 like IMMEDIATELY too they were just meant to be #these four are very dear to me and i love them so much. years in the making #if anyone would like sources on any pics i can provide!

[dilfkuza]

staring at my google docs as if itll make me actually pick something to work on faster lmao. at this rate ill be posting Sagawa content before im even finished editing my kazumaji fics

#that being said. i hope youll all still respect me when those Sagawa fics go up bc its very obvious im down bad for him. #down horrenous even. its honestly impressive tbh like i hate him but also he says some shit and im just 🥴💕 whatever you say handsome #like. ive got one centered on the development of his and Majima's dynamic at day 1 of being out of the hole; #ive got a Goromi origins fic that hes found his way as a main character in; #and today i started kicking my feet and thinking about a 20s-30s aged Sagawa/Nishitani fic #what can i say. hes horrible but it makes him so interesting to throw into the mix. #all that aside idk if ill post the og Goromi fic I wrote. i wrote it then immediately started making a 2nd version of it bc i was like #its not often i get self conscious about my writing but i felt like the 1st version was a little *too* self-indulgent yknow what i mean? #idkidk i still love it dearly but i need to overcome that personal hurdle first i guess lmao #uhhh Sagawa rambling aside. i have alot of kazumaji content in varying stages of being complete including a longer chaptered fic #and some y6y0 content going both ways. its been alot of fun coming up with time travel mechanics/plot details #OH AND A Y0 GOROMI FIC BC I LOVE HER with Kiryu going mush over her <3 #man i talk way more in the tags than i do in an actual post lmao oops? #bulletin board

[vandijkwrites]

sorry if you've already answered this 700 times, in which case totally feel free to ignore. but how do you lengthen your attention span? is it as simple as watching/reading progressively longer things?

First of, I am by no means an expert, but I'm happy to help as much as I can! There are a lot of great articles, books, and podcasts on the topic if you want any further info.

The most important thing to realize is why are attention spans are getting worse:

Information overload and distractions make it difficult to focus. (Ex. social media and text notification going off while you are doing other tasks)

Intentional multitasking gets your brain used to doing more than one thing at once so it becomes very difficult to make it do only one thing (Ex. having the tv on in the background while doing other tasks)

Consuming a lot of media focused on having minimal downtime and immediate gratification decreases our patience and ability to do slower tasks (Ex. watching a lot of action packed movies and short TikToks)

Getting constant small hits of dopamine from social media decreases our ability to do tasks that don't give us dopamine hits (Ex. getting likes from a post or messages from friends)

The solutions to most of these come down to two things: (1) Do only one thing at a time (2) Limit distractions from that task (3) Reduce immediate gratification

So some example of ways to do that would be:

Read a book without your phone being on hand to distract you.

Watch TV without multitasking.

Reduce time on social media, especially social media focused on short videos.

Spend a day or part of a day without technology.

Spend time with friends without looking at your phone.

Watch slow-form content like unedited lecture or panel videos where people are just speaking at their normal pace without cutting pauses.

Listen to music albums all the way through instead of shuffling and skipping.

Eat meals without multitasking (ie mindful eating)

Make yourself a cup of tea and sit on a park bench or by the window and watch some birds.

People-watch at the coffee shop.

Write long emails or letters to friends and family instead of short texts.

Call and have a conversation with a loved one without multitasking.

Meditate.

Take a walk and enjoy nature.

Don't scroll through your phone while waiting in a line.

Read long posts when you come across them on your dashboard.

Have an ebook on your phone to read whenever you would normally scroll through social media.

Don't go on your phone/online for a certain amount of time before bed.

If you are having trouble doing these things, try to do one tasks but increase the stimuli of that task. For example, read a book while listening to the audiobook at the same time. Or listen to music while watching a lyric video. These are great baby steps!

Another great baby step is (like you said in your question) doing things for progressively longer amounts of time! Set a timer for a certain number of minutes and then read without distraction for that amount of time. That way it won't feel like it is never ending and you can track your progress.

Obviously not all of these will be for everyone and some of these are too hard for people with ADHD or serious attention issues, but they are a good place to start!

I hope that helps 💕

#my text posts #my replies

[dreambunnynotes]

bunny's 60-day glow up challenge ❤︎

hi my loves! my birthday is right around the corner and i want to end the year strong, so i thought it would be a cute and encouraging idea to host a challenge for all of us glow-up girlies! the steps for the challenge are very simple and customizable, and they give plenty of space for low-energy days. this challenge is all about trying your best to remain consistent in your goals, not to strive for an impossible "perfection" but instead to build trust in yourself that you can show up for your beautiful self and achieve the glow up that you deserve!

steps for the challenge:

pick three habits or things you want to dedicate time to every day

write a sentence or two on why you want to focus on these habits so that you have motivation and inspiration to complete them on hard days; this could include a basic "why" or you could write out specific goals you'd like to achieve through these habits

write out three different energy level variations of the habits so you can achieve your habits even on low-energy days

optional step: write an intro post sharing your habits and goals with everyone! you can use the tag #bunny60days to connect with others doing the challenge and hype each other up with accountability and love - you can also tag me and i can cheer you on hehe! 🥰 otherwise you can simply keep track on your own using a journal or planner or whatever works best for you!

optional step: write daily (or weekly) check-in posts sharing what you accomplished on the different days of the challenge, what you'd like to improve on the next day, or just a general update on how you're feeling. remember that this is a feel-good challenge, not a shame-filled one, so be kind to yourself and use this reflection as a way to show compassion and empathy to yourself 💕 again, you can use the tag #bunny60days to track your progress and see how others are doing!

the only very important rule for this challenge:

if you fall off and don't complete every habit you've written down in a day, do not start the challenge over, just pick up from where you left off! remember, this challenge is about building self-trust and resiliency - this means that you won't let one bad day or break in a streak stop you from continuing your habits. being "strong and hardworking" doesn't mean doing everything perfectly from day one, it means picking yourself up when you fall off course and trying again even though you may feel imperfect.

why only three habits?

when we do challenges, it's so easy to want to accomplish everything all at once, from working out to sleep schedules to everything in between. however, when you eventually burn yourself out or don't complete everything on your super long list of habits, shame is bound to follow, and shame does not make healthy soil for a beautiful plant to grow. starting off with three habits with different energy levels is a good way to ease into habit building while still feeling challenging enough to be interesting.

i don't know where to begin! can you give me an example of some habits or goals?

absolutely! if you'd like an example, you can check out my own personal goals for the challenge here. i'll be participating too, so you know that you have at least one person joining you in your glow up! 🥰 there is also a blank template below for you to use for your own glow up adventure.

blank template for you:

my chosen habits:

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my goals and why's:

habit one:

habit two:

habit three:

my habit energy tiers:

habit one:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

habit two:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

habit three:

low energy:

medium energy:

high energy:

let's do this! bunny xoxo

#becoming that girl #dream girl #dream life #girlblogging #glow up #it girl #productivity #that girl #clean girl #pink pilates girl #wonyoungism #self care #self improvement #bunny60days #wellness

[luveline]

Hi honey! I hope you’re taking care of yourself ❤️ I love love LOVE how you write! Can I please request bombshell reader x Spencer telling the team she’s pregnant 💕

thank you for requesting! <3 fem, 2k

“Spencer?” 

Your quiet tone has his attention faster than any shouting would’ve; he expects high energy from you, and your murmur scares him half to death. He backtracks from the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth, toothpaste dripping down his fingers as he yanks it out and asks, “What?” 

“Is this okay?” 

You chew your lip and turn to the side, illuminating your problem with a hand framed under your tummy. Your skin peeks out from the bottom of your shirt. 

The wonder of you is that you’ve always been beautiful, always, in Spencer’s eyes at least if not the entire world’s, because of how you present yourself, and of course because of your big heart. Your smile, the way you talk, all of it is beautiful and, most of the time, measured. Your clothes are carefully picked, and now you’re changing and your clothes need to change with it —your bump has appeared faster than Spencer realised it would, and you haven’t had time to upgrade your wardrobe. The cases are endless and you’d been more interested in doctor’s appointments and house viewings than clothes shopping.  

“What’s wrong?” he asks, perhaps a bit useless, white frothy paste sliding down his chin. 

You smile momentarily, nervous on your feet as you adjust your shirt. “I think I look very pregnant.” 

Spencer goes back into the bathroom to finish brushing.  “You look mildly pregnant,” he agrees loudly over the rush faucet. He spits, wipes his face, and rinses his toothbrush. 

“Compared to my usual non-pregnant look, I mean,” you say. 

“It’s just that shirt’s a little tight,” he promises. “We’ll find something.” 

You probably aren’t going to find something, you both realise. You stand in front of him in one of your soft bralettes, the ‘S’ of your pendant on your rising chest, shirtless and likely to stay that way. “Oh,” he says, tapping your bump gently with his knuckle. “Maybe it got bigger overnight.” 

“I think so,” you agree, taking his hand where it hovers to press to the top of the slope of the bump. You’re holding his hand more than you’re protecting the bump, a perplexed frown on your lips as you kneed his fingers in yours. 

“We don’t have time to go to the store, but we could be late,” he says. 

“What if we have a case?” 

“That’s a better reason to go shopping.” 

You pout for a kiss, leaning up to press your lips to his wry smile. “No. Do you still have that maroon sweater? The one that didn’t fit you right, with the v-neck?” 

Spencer helps you into said sweater though you don’t need his assistance, smoothing down the wrinkles carefully. It hides the too-short hem of your white shirt underneath, and paired with the collar, Spencer couldn’t be more in love with you. “You’re dressed like me five years ago,” he says. 

“Like it?” you flirt, your cheeks apples with your smug smile, your hands under your chin.

“You really are glowing.” 

“Don’t tempt me into kissing you stupid,” you say, still flirting, voice dipping into that warm, sweet place that probably caused the bump between you in the first place. 

“You’re lucky I don’t kiss you stupid,” he jokes, putting an arm around you for a quick hug. “Too bad we need to work to save to buy a stupid house instead.” 

“Have a stupid baby,” you mumble happily, your face pressed to his chest. He kisses your cheek. 

You’re both in incredible moods when you finally make it to work, tethered together from the parking lot to the elevator to the BAU office. There’s been a lot more hand holding since you found out you were pregnant, though you’re trying to keep it private just a little bit longer. Hotch gets antsy about pregnant people in the field (though he’d never force you to stay home), and the others can tend to be overbearing. 

You are excited to tell them. Spencer’s your family, the team is as good as, and they’ll all be so, so happy for you. At first you’d been waiting for the twelve week milestone for practicality’s sake, but now you’re just waiting for the right time. 

“Clothes get lost in the move?” Morgan asks. 

You aren’t telling them about the pregnancy, but you’re honest about other things. They know you’ve moved in with Spencer, and that you’re looking for a house. Morgan would’ve been offended if you hadn’t told him. He’d offered up a bunch of his properties to you both for viewing and promised a very good family and friends price point, but they hadn’t been perfect enough. It’s just a starter house, he’d argued, mostly unoffended at your pickiness. 

He doesn’t realise that you and Spencer wanna raise a baby, and you want as perfect a home as possible for at least the toddler years before you start looking to move up the ladder. A family home. 

“Very funny,” you praise, letting Spencer pull back your chair for you as you sit down. You feel the new extra roundness of your bump and wonder why nobody else has noticed it either. Spencer certainly can’t stop looking at it. You catch him all the time, and at night, alone and in bed, you let him run his hand up and down the hill of it, clearly amazed. 

“It looks good on you, mama,” Morgan says. 

You laugh. “Doesn’t everything?” you ask with an exaggerated smirk. 

“Yes,” Spencer says. 

You dip your head back in your chair. “This is why I love you.” 

“Devotion,” Spencer guesses, wiping at a smudge of makeup under your eye tenderly. 

You put your hand on your stomach. It’s weird how things change and don’t at the same time. You feel like you love him so much more now you’re a family with him, but you loved him endlessly before. Moments like this were plentiful and warm as sunshine, the undulating care in his touch a practised exercise at this point. You let your eyes close. He strokes your cheek. 

“Hotch wants everyone in the conference room,” JJ says, announcing herself and her towering cup of coffee as she breezes past the bullpen. 

You follow her upstairs to the conference room. Rossi, Hotch and Penelope are already waiting, everyone accompanied by their own creature comfort (coffee, coffee, and tea, respectfully). You and Spencer take seats opposite Hotch and Rossi, hands held together as always, his left in your right, his thumb kind against your knuckles. 

“The jet is still pre-loading from last time, so we can’t leave until late tonight, but we will be leaving,” Hotch begins, nodding at Penelope. “Until then, we’ll work the case from here.”

She nods back and clicks onto some severely disgusting photographs. 

You work through the facts together. Emily arrives late with apologies soon forgiven, your team a well-oiled machine. Of course, without being there, there’s only so much you can do, but it’s never not useful to have these discussions and to spitball with one another. 

Spencer gets stuck in his head. You fight the urge to kiss his cheek as he’d kissed yours this morning and decide on a more work appropriate show of affection, popping down to the kitchenette to make him a cup of coffee. 

You aren’t drinking coffee or anything caffeinated for the baby. You aren’t thirsty, but Spencer will worry if you don’t make yourself a drink too. You fill a glass with water from the sink and make your way back up the steps to the conference room. 

“It looks like there’s a racial motivation,” Spencer’s saying to Morgan. 

“Sure, but with only two victims so far, it could be coincidence,” Emily says. 

“Or not,” JJ says with a frown. 

“I think our killer would show it more, if it were,” you suggest, “there’s usually some aspect of overkill with hate crimes we aren’t seeing here.” 

You put the cup of coffee down in front of Spencer and sit in your chair. The sleeves on his sweater are too long. You push them up for the tenth time. 

“That’s Spencer’s?” Emily asks, having noticed your struggle.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been sort of scatterbrained, I forgot to put a load in the dryer.” 

“Is your go bag ready?” Hotch asks. 

No. “Yeah, it’s fine. You don’t like my new look?” 

“I’ve never known you to wear clothes that don’t fit,” Morgan says.

“What are you trying to say, Derek?” you ask, propping your face in your chin. 

“You’re getting sloppy in your old age.” 

You turn to Spencer, beaming, and he shakes his head at you immediately. 

“And what’s with the water?”

Your smiling turns deer-in-the-headlights. “What?” 

“You don’t drink coffee anymore?” Morgan prompts. 

That piques the interest of Emily and Hotch simultaneously, but you know you’re caught when realisation colours JJ’s gaze. She stares straight at your glass, then your face. You can practically see her profiling your behaviour these last few weeks, the sudden trips to the bathroom, the worse than usual reluctance to be away from Spencer, and the sudden propensity for safer practice in the field. 

You smile. You’re caught. You see Hotch’s expression and know he knows it, too. 

You give Spencer a little nudge with your thigh, as though telling him, You say it. You know he wants to. 

“You can’t have more than three hundred milligrams of caffeine when you’re pregnant,” Spencer says, his pride unmissable in the slight lift of his chin, “it disrupts midterm foetal growth. Our baby might come out too small, which isn’t what we want, obviously, so she can’t drink coffee. Not for another six months, at least.” 

“Wha– wha– what?” Penelope asks, the physical manifestation of a kettle about to boil over, excitement bubbling and raring to explode as she grips the table. “You’re pregnant?” 

“With Spencer?” Emily asks, though she’s laughing before she’s finished. 

You frame his cheek with one hand and lean in to kiss it gently. “Who else?” you ask. 

The best part is watching everybody hug Spencer. You’re happy they love you and you accept their congratulations and their love with pleasure, but seeing a room full of people thrilled for him finally getting the life he’s wanted, and knowing you’re at least part of the reason, is pretty sweet. You put your hand on your baby bump and take a mental picture of him under Morgan’s arm, his cheeks pink, his smile achingly wide. 

Still, he cuts through his moment to reach for you. “Maybe someone else will be able to convince you to slow down,” he says, hand moving to your stomach protectively. 

You pretend to think it over. “Maybe in a month or two.” 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer and bombshell reader

[confusionmeisss]

can you watch my boyfriend, please? - c. sturniolo

🫧 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

🫧 the “can you babysit my boyfriend” tiktok couples trend with chris!!

🫧 this is just fluff. there is the use of “y/n” apologies. some swears. that’s about it.

🫧 548 words.

🫧 hi lovelies!! thank u for wanting to read!!!! :) i’ve been seeing tons of videos of this trend & i was inspired. i thought it would fit chris soo well! i hope u enjoy reading bc this was very fun to write!! <3 nick version

Chris was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping idly on a capri sun and scrolling away on his phone. He was blissfully unaware of his surroundings, he didn’t even hear the sound of your footsteps approaching.

Chris looks up when he hears your voice.

“Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for me, please? I’ll be back quick, I promise, I just need to go and grab something.

Chris watches you say, smiling at your phone camera, propping it up against the vase of tulips. He looks up at you confused, but you just place a kiss in his hair and smile once more at the camera before leaving the kitchen.

“Uhm,” Chris mumbles out, looking confusedly at the camera.

His confusion only lasts a moment though before he starts speaking. “So I was up late last night, and I stumbled upon this video about analog horror and liminal spaces and the backrooms and such. And then I found this one guys youtube channel and I’ve been binging his videos since like three am. Dude, the backrooms are fucking freaky. I just know they would make Nick paranoid as fuck, so I definitely have to show them to him,” he says with a laugh.

He reaches for his capri sun. “Oh! I’ve been on such a capri sun kick for the past like week. Pepsi is still my number one though,” he says, making a heart with his hands.

“Hey, how do people make the heart with their fingers? Y/N can do it, and she’s tried teaching me, but I just can’t seem to get it!” Chris huffs out, attempting to make a heart with his fingers. He stares down at them trying to bend them into the shape he’s seen you do multiple times.

He lets out a huff, looking back up at the camera, and letting his hands fall onto the table. “See, I just can’t seem to get it!”

“Oh! Oh! We went out to eat yesterday for dinner, and,” Chris cuts himself off with a little giggle, “and we witnessed this guy scrape all the toppings off his pizza and then stack the pieces up on the tray. I’ve never in my twenty years seen someone do that!”

Chris looks up when hears you approaching.

You lean over his shoulder. “Hey, I’m back, thanks for watching him guys. I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

Chris looks up at you offended by this statement, but you just smile down at him, and place a hand in his hair, reaching with the other to end your recording.

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comments

the way chris had to assure us that pepsi was still his number one beverage choice 😭

pls let us babysit him again, he was very well behaved. just talked our ears off, 10/10 very pleasant 😁

not chris wanting to show nick the backrooms knowing he’d be paranoid by them 😭

someone did what with their pizza????

capri suns are 🔥🔥🔥

him trying to do the finger heart is so 🥺💕

don’t worry chris, i too, cannot do the finger heart

his giggleeee 💞💞💞

how to be in a relationship like chris & y/n no borax no glue

they’re such cuties 🥰

the way she is with him 🥺 oh i want that badddd

#ali’s writing 🖋️ #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #ali’s thoughts & opinions 📼