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bleedingoptimism · 8 months

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College dropout Steve Harrington with two years of business school under his belt, works, invests, saves, and manages his time and money until he has enough to open up his own little hair-dressing salon.

His parents didn’t approve of Steve’s “dream” at first but ended up warming up to the idea when the place didn’t crash and burn after a year. Now, two years in the running “Hair of Town” is doing numbers and Steve is ecstatic that he’s able to afford to hire an assistant.

Especially because Robin is the other half of his soul he didn’t know he was missing. She’s funny, brass, and sweet in her own way. She’s also incredibly intelligent, she’s working part-time with him and brawling her way through a major in linguistics in two different languages at the same time.

But, burnout it’s a thing and the reason why she called in sick last minute monday morning leaving Steve to manage the salon alone that tuesday.

He had just finished with a client and was thinking about how he hadn’t missed being alone in the shop at all when a girl with long wavy red hair comes in.

He smiles at her, looking at the door to see if someone else walks in after because the girl doesn’t look old enough to be walking around alone yet, “Good Da-”

“I want to cut my hair” she interrupts him. He suppresses a chuckle at the business-like attitude and smiles at her,

“Oka-”

“But I’m not cutting my hair unless my dad cuts his first” She interrupts him again and this time Steve does chuckle and looks up when the bell by the door rings as someone else walks into the shop.

A man, a gorgeous man with long curly hair walks in a little out of breath, “There you are!” he says and then looks up at Steve and his eyebrows shoot up and he visibly swallows and stumbles a little, “Oh! Hi…”

The little redhead points at the man and her eyebrows raise too, “See?” she says and Steve laughs again, “I see” he tells her and then smiles at the man.

Who takes that as his cue to come closer, “I see she’s already told you her conditions…” he says with a cheeky smile and then he leans in and whispers, “I don’t really want to cut my hair. I’ve been growing it for years”

Steve gets momentarily distracted by big chocolate brown eyes but then he clears his throat and looks at the man’s hair, “May I?” he asks as he moves his hand closer to the strands framing the man’s face.

He blushes and nods before Steve touches it lightly, “Mmm, the ends are a little dry, we could fix that. Cut just a little,” and because the guy’s really pretty and he’s blushing a lot Steve can’t resist himself when he looks at him in the eye and smiles crookedly, “Just the tip?”

Chocolate-eyes blushes even harder and blinks at him a few times before nodding slowly.

“You’ll do it?” Redhead asks excitedly and for a second Steve forgot she was there. He turns and smiles at her and then moves and gestures them over to the couch, “Ok, who is going first?”

“Him.” She answers immediately.

Chocolate-eyes sighs and Steve smirks at him, “Right this way, sr.” he says and takes them to the back to wash his hair.

He notices the little girl follows them and that the dad’s about to say something about it so he touches his shoulder lightly as he sits down, “It’s okay,” he assures him.

He can tell this girl is a handful but Steve already kind of adores her attitude. She’s obviously scared or nervous about getting a haircut and acting up tough seems to be her go-to and Steve finds that very relatable.

“What are you doing?” She asks as Steve turns the water on and her dad gets comfortable in the chair. Steve beckons her closer as he explains, “I’m washing his hair,”

She crunches up her nose and giggles, “Is it dirty?”

“Not at all, but it will let me see better what hairs I need to cut” he answers and as he starts touching the man’s hair, he closes his eyes and sighs contentedly in his chair.

Redhead nods like that makes perfect sense to her and then as Steve’s pouring shampoo in his hands she asks, “What’s that?”

“Shampoo” Steve tells her and offers his hand for her to smell the scent. She does and then nods again, she seems very satisfied with being involved in the process.

As Steve massages the man’s head she stays beside him, watching attentively, and then perks up again when Steve grabs another bottle, “What’s that?”

“Conditioner, to make his hair softer and easier to comb through” Steve answers and she taps her chin, “Of course,” she says and Steve chuckles making her frown, “What?” she prods.

“You are just very lovely” he says and boops her nose leaving a small dollop of foam behind. Redhead’s frown depends but when she notices the foam she giggles and swaps it off.

When he’s done washing the man’s hair, Redhead runs to the front of the shop and sits on the couch as Steve carefully wraps a towel around Chocolate-eyes head.

He can feel the man’s eyes boring into him so he looks at him and smiles and he blushes again, “You are really good with her,” he tells Steve.

Steve's smile grows wider and he looks down bashfully.

Once he’s sat, Redhead walks up closer to Steve and inspects what he’s doing, Steve grabs his scissors from his apron and moves them without touching yet through the length of the man’s hair.

Stopping at different heights he asks his little assistant where he should cut and gets an exasperated “Please don’t” from the man when he stops close to his neckline. Steve smiles and winks at him through the mirror and he blushes again.

Redhead seems very amused by the whole thing and when he finally gets to work, she just stands close to them watching quietly. And Steve keeps true to his word and only cuts the dried-up ends.

After he’s done he partially dries the hair and uses a hair lotion to work his curls and let it dry naturally. He gets the feeling this guy likes having his hair long but doesn’t take care of it at all and it makes his hands itch with the need to take care of it for him.

“What do you think?” he asks Redhead looking at their reflection in the mirror to include Chocolate-eyes in the answer.

The girl comes closer and her dad picks her up as she touches his hair, “Soft, pretty” she says and Chocolate-eyes smiles at her and kisses her cheek loudly.

“Your turn now!” he tells her and she visibly hesitates.

Steve crouches until he’s at eye level with her, “I forgot to ask, are you the princess type? Maybe a knight? Perhaps the dragon?” he asks her, and she tilts her head and really thinks about it.

“A knight!” she declares and he smiles at her,

“Ok! Sir Knight! This will be your throne” he tells her and points to the washing chair.

“Knights don’t have thrones” She frowns at him but goes to sit anyway.

“They do in my kingdom” he answers easily.

“So, are you the king of Hair of Town?” Chocolate-eyes asks with a smile and Steve smirks,

“Sure, but if I’m the king and she’s the knight, what are you?”

“The princess!” Redhead answers excitedly and tries to lift her head where Steve is washing it but he touches her forehead softly and she stills and looks up at him, “‘cause his hair is soft and pretty like a princess's hair now!”

He smiles and nods at her, “You are right,” and then he looks back at the man after placing Redhead with a towel wrapped around her hair on the cutting chair, “Would the princess like something to drink while he waits?” he asks flirtingly and gets the prettiest blush yet and a little fumbling in return before he takes pity on the man and makes his smile a little more friendly, “A coffee maybe?”

But Princess seems to be of the mind that two can play this game, because he recovers easily and smiles at Steve, “Maybe some other time” he jokes.

Steve raises an eyebrow and smiles at him before turning his attention back to his Knight, “So, how would you like me to cut it?” he asks her, combing his fingers through her long hair softly.

“I can choose?” she asks excitedly and Steve looks briefly back at Princess who nods before smiling at her, “Of course”

She looks back at her dad and then at Steve and seems to think about it for a second before she says, “I want it short, like yours”

Steve looks at her surprised, “Are you sure?”

She nods decidedly, “Yes, I want it to look just like yours”

Steve glances back at her father one last time just to make sure and he’s already smiling brightly back at him when he does. He nods once more and Steve gets his scissors out feeling silly for feeling so touched and flattered by the girl's request.

But just when he’s about to start his phone rings, and since it’s working hours and it’s probably someone wanting to make an appointment, he excuses himself for a second,

“Take care of the kingdom while I'm gone, ok?” he tells his Knight and she nods and sits up straighter on the chair.

He moves to the small side room where he keeps the coffee machine to answer but it ends up being a telemarketer so he quickly tells them he’s working right now and hangs up. And just as he’s about to open the door he hears Redhead talking with her dad,

“...But the princess can marry the king, right?” she’s saying, and Princess groans,

“Max, please don’t give your daddy ideas,” he tells her and Steve needs to take a moment before going back out there because his mind immediately conjures up stupid and beautiful images of a wedding, a white suit, and a black one, a cute flower girl with red hair, a happy family of three but also, way in the back of his mind, the man’s voice referring to himself as ‘daddy’ might have awakened something in him.

Huffing and plastering on a smile he walks out and sees the man blush again but he focuses on his red Knight, “Excellent job, I knew my kingdom was in good hands, you ready to start?”

Max nods going back to her stiff posture and Steve goes to work on her head, making sure she relaxes into a more comfortable position as he goes.

Soon, the hair is done, so he blow-dries it before styling it just like his own since that's what she had asked.

“What do you think?” he asks her just like before and she looks at him through the mirror and shakes her head, giggling when it moves easily with the shorter length, “I love it!” she says and then she gets off the chair and vows at him, “Thank you, King,” she says.

And Steve theatrically vows back at her, grabbing the edges of his apron as if it were a dress. “You are very welcome my brave Knight”

She giggles again and runs to her father, hugging his legs as he stands up.

Steve smiles and moves to the front desk to charge for the service but after Princess pays, he lingers and an awkward silence comes over them.

Steve chuckles and subtly pushes the small box with his business cards on it and the man smiles and takes one, “Well… I-”

“That's my personal number,” Steve says suddenly, nodding at the card, “If you… maybe, If- Just in case” he finishes lamely.

The fear of not seeing him, or Max again suddenly makes him stumble.

But Princess smiles at him, “Max, say goodbye to Your Majesty” he says vowing his head and keeping his eyes locked on Steve the whole time.

Max waves goodbye still shaking her head and messing up with her hair excitedly and then they are gone.

Steve smiles and sighs hoping that isn't the last time he sees them.

It’s 20 minutes later as he’s working on another customer that he feels his phone vibrate with a message and then another, and another, and a few more after that.

He checks his phone once the customer is gone and there’s a bunch of texts from an unknown number.

‘hey its eddie’

‘wondering when youd like to drink that coffee???’

‘i just realized i never told u my name’

‘i was there earlier’

‘for a haircut?????’

‘jesus christ im butchering this’

‘...............i was the princess’

‘really hoping you find this endearing and not pathetic’

He chuckles delighted at his phone as he takes a screenshot and sends it to Robin but not before answering back:

‘I’d love to have coffee with you, princess.’

☕🥐💕

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield #i wrote something

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silksongeveryday · 8 months

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Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 200!!!

(huge thanks to this person for the art suggestion!! <3)

I genuinely can’t believe that I’ve made it to 200 days, it’s truly been wild how time flies by like that and the amount of doodles I’ve made during that time. Over 200 doodles (217 to be exact if we’re counting double pictures/extra doodles) have been made over the past 200 days. :0

And thank you all so much for the love and support! Not only have we reached 200 days but also 1400+ followers about a week ago! <3

But, having said that I’d like to make a few announcements—some good, some not so great—about a few things regarding the blog, myself, and other stuff.

Putting it all under the cut so the post isn’t long if you’d like to know more

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Announcements!

My pfp!

1.) I’ll be changing my pfp again!! I’ve officially decided that after every 100 days or so I’ll change up the pfp so it’s up to date with my doodle style (assuming it changed at all lol), but generally it’ll look relatively the same as the last!

Possibly more admins?

2.) As of right now I’m looking into the idea/possibility of having a second (maybe third?) person help me with daily doodles! As much as I’d like to keep doodling everyday there are some days that it can be tough or some situation might be happening. (i.e. recently got injured)

See, the problem is I don’t exactly have a proper way of trying this out??? My idea was to maybe do this through dms or more preferably Google Forms. I also don’t really know what form of communication afterward would be best either, suggestions to help me work this out would be great! (as you can tell I’m not very good at this stuff lol)

Commissions!

3.) After much consideration and a lot of thought, I’ve decided that in the near future, I’ll be opening commissions again for the first time in years. I don’t have everything set up quite yet, but expect more info in the near future!

About requests:

4.) You may have noticed recently that I haven’t been doing as many doodle requests recently. Sure, there’s usually quite a few in a row at once but you may have noticed I’ve also been doing “non-requested” doodles aka ones that I just do on my own.

Expect this to become a very normal thing going forward. I probably won’t be doing as many requests as before because frankly with the amount of requests I get daily when it’s open is a lot to handle sometimes. Does this mean requests will be stopped entirely? No, I’ll still do some occasionally, but not as much as I have in the past.

Also I’ll likely be doing strictly anonymous requests.

About Burnout:

5.) Alright let’s address the elephant in the room.

There have been quite a few instances where people have wondered if I would ever have burnout and have occasionally joked about “dying” from said burnout because “Silksong will never release, you’ll be doing this forever” etc etc.

In the past I’ve been fine, motivation has been great, but recently I’ve noticed it a little bit.

Unfortunately life has its own plans so it can be a little hard for me to make a doodle that day, expecially recently since I’ve been experiencing personal/medical issues. It’s part of the reason I’m hoping to get a second (maybe third) person to help me do daily doodles so I can take a little bit of the load off my shoulders.

So what does this mean for this blog?

Not much right now. But in the future, there may be some changes. My current plan is to keep going on daily doodles/posts for the length of a standard year, so roughly 365 days. After that, if things in personal life keep up the way they have, I may have to stop daily doodles and instead will post only if I have time. That likely means doodles every other day or every three days or something. At the very least I’ll still post a doodle once a week.

Not to worry though! I’ll still try my best even after I reach day 365 :)

I’ll discuss how things work a little more on my main @miizori later, but that’s as much as I can think to explain rn.

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Just a few more things I wanted to say!

This community has been so cool to interact with, so much tamer than some others I’ve been apart of in the past. I’m genuinely thankful for how much support and how nice everyone has been. I truly didn’t expect to get this far, I was fully expecting to have stopped like 10 doodles in lol. I especially love to see all your comments in the tags and people sharing their art. You’re all so cool :)))

I have a dtiys from back when I reached 300 followers that’s still available if you’re feeling up to it!

Also my main (again, @miizori) is where I make updates on doodle stuff, regular art stuff and so on if you’re interested at all in that lol

I think that’s all that I can remember wanting to say, so thanks!! I look forward to more doodles for you all :)

#hollow knight #silksong #hk hornet #hollow knight hornet #silksong hornet #hk shade lord #shade lord #hollow knight shade lord #hollow knight fanart #hk fanart #silksongeveryday

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chenfleur · 1 month

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everything in you

summary. time and time again, life drags you down until you lose your senses—and time and time again, jake manages to bring you back to the surface.

pairing. jake x y/n

genre. fluff, angst

disclaimers. insecurities, implied burnout

word count. 2.6k

released. 03.19.2024

author's note. feedback is appreciated! from drafts ^_^

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There’s a crack in your wall, located a small distance above your TV.

It’s tiny and shallow, barely noticeable to anyone unless they purposefully look for it—or spend enough time staring at the wall that they’re forced to notice it.

You noticed it for the first time last Tuesday, when you came home from work and the first thing you did was drop yourself down onto the couch.

This was a situation you found yourself in multiple times over the course of the past week: hands in your lap, mindlessly staring at nothing. There’s a thrum at the back of your head that you’ve been trying to ignore, just like all the other sensations that have manifested in your throat and lower back and the pit of your stomach.

More times than not, you sit here spacing out for hours; all the way from the time you get home to the time you feel your eyelids beginning to drop shut. Sometimes you have the energy to make a meal, but on the days that had no mercy for your peace of mind, you didn’t.

Maybe you do this to cope with stress. Maybe you do this because despite the rational part of your brain telling you that this is a form of self-sabotage, the exhausted part knows that silence—nothingness—would never betray you. It would never make you work overtime or make you worry about how others perceive you; it would only give you the peace you desire.

Today was one of those cruel days, to the point where you’d think it’s the shittiest you’ve had in a long time. You felt like you were at your breaking point, and you hate how every little inconvenience had made you want to burst into tears.

But even after you got home, you didn’t cry.

You seem to never cry, and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing. Instead of having a quick breakdown to rid yourself of strain like everyone else does, it piles up inside of your mind until utter blankness is born from the ashes of loud, rampant thoughts.

It’s what lands you here again tonight, despite never really wanting to be—staring at the line where the black of the flat-screen TV turns into the light cream of the apartment walls. There’s a mug of chamomile tea on the coffee table that you had brewed for yourself earlier, but it remains untouched, steam no longer wafting through the air.

A yawn racks through your body, bringing you back to reality after your mind had essentially been shut off for an hour and a half. Groaning loudly, you push yourself up off the couch to get ready for bed, trying your hardest not to think about how tomorrow, you’d probably have to repeat today all over again.

What you don’t expect is the sound of the front door’s lock suddenly clicking open.

It causes you to freeze, head turning to look towards the entrance.

As the door opens, a tall figure emerges through the threshold.

There’s a black baseball cap fit securely on his head, shielding his face from view—yet, it’s someone who you can recognize instantly. Someone who you have spent hours upon hours memorizing head-to-toe.

From the expensive bomber jacket he's layered over a grey hoodie, from his favourite pair of worn-out sneakers that he refuses to throw away. From the teddy bear charm—a gift from you—that dangles from his keyring.

You stare at him for a moment, slack-jawed.

Someone who you haven’t seen in a long time and weren’t expecting to see again for a while.

“Jake?”

Shutting the door behind him with a click, a grin breaks out onto his face.

"Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing still awake?"

Someone who you haven't seen in a long time, and weren't expecting to see again for a while—and who you never realized you'd missed so much until he was finally standing in front of you again.

Hurriedly taking off his shoes and jacket, your boyfriend pads over to you. His arms slink around your waist, pulling your body into him and hugging you loosely.

Breath hitching at the contact, your own arms come up to rest on his shoulders. You can't bring yourself to fully meet his eyes; you feel like if you get a proper look at him, a dam would break loose.

For some reason, Jake just makes you want to cry your eyes out. You have the art of concealing your emotions around others perfected to a near tee but he—

God, you don't even know why.

You try so, unbelievably hard to remain strong around him, but his presence—his touch, voice, warmth—never fails to make your facade absolutely collapse.

But even though he's reassured you time and time again that it's okay to let down your defences around him, that he wants you to, you refuse.

At least not this time; most weeks, six out of seven days, Jake would let himself into your apartment as if it was his own, and the two of you would fall asleep next to each other with your limbs a mess on the mattress. But, with the group's upcoming comeback, he's been staying at the dorm to make preparations easier. It's been weeks since you've seen each other, and with each passing second you spend with him again, you realize how much you'd truly missed him.

You're confident he isn't supposed to be here right now, but you don't know when you'd see him again. You're not going to let a precious moment be spoiled by tears.

However, the universe seems to always be working against you, because just the feeling of him loosely pressed against you is making your bottom lip quiver.

A beat of silence passes. Habitually, you lean into his touch.

You feel the tip of his nose stroke your cheek affectionately. You screw your eyes shut.

"What— what are you doing here?" you ask meekly.

"Am I not welcome here?" he teases, tilting his head.

"You know you aren't supposed to be here, Jake," you chide, though it comes out as more of a plead. "I know for a fact you have early morning practices everyday, and you probably don't get off until late at night..."

You toy with the line of his hood. "The comeback is so soon. You should be at the dorm. Resting."

"When am I ever doing something I'm supposed to be doing?"

At your lack of amusement, Jake's bottom lip juts out into a pout, his arms squeezing your waist a little tighter. "It feels like it's been centuries since I've seen you, Y/N. I couldn't take it anymore," he whines softly.

"You can't tell me you haven't missed me too. I'll literally cry if you do."

A pause. "I have," you whisper. So much that you don't even know.

Jake immediately stops pouting, his eyes crinkling as a smile blooms on his face at your words. He begins to slowly rock the both of you side-to-side, body flush against yours.

"Well, what kind of a boyfriend would I be to let you miss me?" he says playfully, looking off to the side.

Raising your head for a moment, you observe his side profile. Your eyes slowly trail along the contours of his face. Drinking in each of his carefully sculpted features. A slight smile tugs at your lips.

You lean your head against his chest, exhaling when you feel him card his fingers through the locks of your hair.

"Besides," Jake begins, his voice now softer as he redirects his gaze to you. "I'm sick of living with a bunch of disgusting guys."

You scoff. "Don't lie. You love them."

He lets out a laugh, gazing at you with shining eyes. "But you're the only one I'm in love with. There's a difference, sweetheart."

Your chest constricts. You'd been so close to completely forgetting about the turmoil brewing inside of you, but Jake's admission immediately causes it to resurface, rising like bile in your throat.

This isn't what you wanted.

You know it's coming. The burning sensation in your nose is a mockery of your efforts to remain composed.

Jake's tone carries a sincerity that makes you come undone. His words carry so much weight despite flowing out of his mouth no struggle, and they cause a stronger emotion in you than any of the cruel things that have ever been thrown your way.

Maybe this is why it was so hard to not cry around Jake—because it's so easy for him to love.

Loving comes so naturally to him, and it breathes life back into you. When you don't have any to spare for yourself, he does it in your place.

Your gates had been one strike away from being beaten down completely, and Jake had done it, with love.

You hold your breath for a few seconds as a last-ditch effort to prevent your tears, but that doesn't stop the first one from falling.

And as the saying goes, "starting is the hardest part", because as soon as the first tear slips down your cheek, more rush to follow. Your vision starts to blur.

Feeling you tense in his hold, Jake's smile falters. "Hey—"

He leans back a little bit, head ducking to try and get a look at your face. "What's wrong? Y/N?"

When you refuse to make eye contact, only tucking your chin further into your chest, his being floods with concern. His hands leave your waist to cup your face, gently forcing you to look at him.

For weeks, Jake would leave the company building late at night with only the thought of seeing you again. But in those thoughts, you'd always been smiling; maybe even laughing at a funny video or a stupid joke he'd made.

Now, the sight of your tear-stricken face only has him pursing his lips together, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Instinctually, Jake examines your face, checking to see if you're hurt anywhere. Once he deems you okay externally, he carefully brushes the skin underneath your eyes with his thumbs.

"Baby..." he whispers sadly. "What happened?"

You only shake your head, sharp breaths leaving your lips. Jake frowns, continuing to wipe away the tears that spilt from your eyes.

When you eventually raise your gaze, you're met with the sight of Jake's own eyes beginning to water. Despite your state, there's a ghost of a smile on your lips. He looks adorable.

"Why are you crying?" you breathe out weakly, letting out a soft laugh. "Don't cry~"

"Because you're crying!" he whines. His eyebrows furrow as he stares into your eyes, trying to find out what had gotten you to this point. "You can't just cry and then expect me not to!"

Pursing your lips, you look away shyly. "Jaeyun..."

Jake's eyes soften. Gently, he cups the back of your head and guides your face into the crook of his neck, stroking your back as you continue to shed tears.

"Please, tell me what's wrong," he whispers into your hair. "It kills me to see you like this."

"I hate crying," you whisper back, tone filled with regret. "I really didn't mean to."

"No, no, baby," Jake shushes, shaking his head vehemently. "That's not what I meant. Hey, look at me," he coaxes, bringing your face up to look him in the eyes.

"What I meant was I don't like to see you hurting. You can cry, baby. I'll be here to wipe every one of your tears," he says, chuckling.

A single tear travels down the length of his face. You bring a hand up to wipe it away. Jake doesn't move, watching you with a soft gaze.

"Let go. I'd rather you cry than bury it all inside." His hand comes up to stroke your hair. "I promise you that crying doesn't make you weak or make me love you any less than when you're smiling."

So for once, you cry. Dumping every one of your emotions out onto the fabric of his hoodie. He holds you securely as you do, hands rubbing circles on your hips.

"I'm so tired," you suddenly croak out.

For a second, fear freezes the blood in Jake's veins. His voice is shaky as he asks, "O-of what? Us?"

Your face flashes with horror. You frantically shake your head, pushing yourself back to look at him.

"No!" you blurt, cupping his face. "No— oh my god, never. You're— we're—"

You exhale shakily. "We're great. We are everything to me."

One of his hands comes up to cover yours. "What's going on, baby?"

"It just feels like I'm... broken."

Jake's breath hitches, another tear slipping down his cheek to his chin. He doesn't say anything, prompting you to keep going with a tap to your side.

You delicately wipe the tear away, leaning up to press a firm kiss on his cheek before continuing.

"I feel so— so incompetent. Like I'll never be good enough at my job, or for the people at my job, or really anyone around me, for that matter."

A pause. "No matter how much time and energy I dedicate to something, nothing ever goes right. And nothing ever will go right because there's something wrong with me."

Silence hangs over the two of you, your ragged breathing and his soft sniffles intertwining in a sorrowful melody. Jake's brain is moving at a million miles a minute, grasping to think of what to do—to make you see yourself the way he sees you.

"Sweetheart," he begins, picking each of his words deliberately. "Listen to me carefully, alright?"

"You are not incompetent. In fact, you're so much more than just competent at what you do, to the people around you... everything. I wish you had my brain instead of yours. Yours is so mean to you," he murmurs with a click of his tongue.

"If you had mine, you'd see how incredible you are at what you do, to the people around you, everything. Because that's what I see, Y/N. I see everything in you."

You groan, hands reaching up to cover your face as heat flushes your cheeks. "Oh my god..."

Laughing, Jake tries to pry at your hands. When he succeeds, he looks deep into your eyes, gaze never wavering. You think you'd have crumbled to the floor by now if he wasn't here to hold you up.

"Did you mean it?" he whispers, breath fanning against your skin.

"Hm?"

"When you said that nothing you dedicate your effort to ever goes right."

You grimace. "That's what it feels like..."

"Even us?"

Oh. "Jaeyun—"

"Shhh, I was kidding. I know that's not what you meant," Jake coos, the groan that leaves you making him smile. He gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face before tilting his head and softly capturing your lips in his. Your eyes flutter shut, melting into his hold.

"You're strong, okay?" He whispers against your lips when you break away. "You're stronger than anyone I know."

Jake doesn't make any move to let you go. He wants his reassurances to travel through every part of your body, until you become so familiar with them that they'd never be a subject of your questioning.

"You aren't broken. I won't let you be."

The feeling of his skin against yours grounds you. In the foyer of your quiet apartment at one in the morning, it makes you feel alive.

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diagonal-queen · 2 months

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Your blog is very safe, me thinks. Very comfort, if that makes sense lol. I have a request, feel free to ignore this but I can't help but to wonder what a few BSD men would be like with a very mature/maternal and responsible s/o who tends to put themsleves last and burn themselves out (preferably fem, as I am an older sister who has taken on the role of caregiver and project HEAVILY) I'd like to see Fyodor, Poe, Ranpo and Jouno. (You can throw in anyone else if you want)

BSD boys with a self-sacrificing girlfriend

♡ pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Edgar Allan Poe, Ranpo Edogawa, Saigiku Jouno x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How are they with a caring and self-sacrificing girlfriend?

♡ cw: Swearing, use of fem titles, she/her pronouns, mentions of stress and burnout.

note: Thank you for the sweet message anon <3 it's truly a shame that you and i are the exact same person who have experienced the exact same burden of raising children we didn't choose to have. but i've moved out now so i'm free!! come live with me queen tf we're besties now. apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Fyodor:

Fyodor is a trad man. I'm sure he has some weird beliefs about how women are supposed to have some normalised feminine traits, but this is too much even for him.

It really pains him to see you be so selfless, truly. Though he admires your kindness and patience, he just wants you to be content. He wants you to be comfortable.

Does he enjoy having what is basically a personal maid around? Yes, yes he does. Does he feel guilty for feeling that? No. But does he recognise that your current self-sacrificing routine is unhealthy? YES HE DOES.

So...he simply does not make you do anything at all. If you want to do something for him that's on you.

If you want to do something for someone *else*, he probably won't really let you. Unless it's like family or something, then he understands, but no, you're not helping that random child get their kite unstuck from that tree no matter how much you want to, myshka.

Fyodor absolutely doesn't involve you in his work. He knows that'll only stress you out more, and that's the last thing you need. As such he keeps you away from his coworkers (especially Mykola. Sorry Mykola lovers)

He comes to value his time spent relaxing with you, because he also acknowledges that he could use a break every now and then as well. There's nothing quite as comforting to him as lounging around alongside you- you don't have to be talking or even doing the same thing, as long as you're there together.

Listen, Fyodor does care about you, and he values your health and wants you to be relaxed and uncaring as much as is possible. But if you, his sweet woman, wants to make him a cup of tea, who is he to turn you down?

Poe:

I don't know exactly how to explain Poe here. Just hear me out

He is genuinely so like stressed and anguished about your lack of self-preservation in favour of caring about others. He constantly thinks about it and writes tragic poems about it and shit

Like he's like 'my love......she does not see herself as i do, as a beautiful star....with every act of kindness her light dims ever so slightly...until she's reduced to nothing.........the irony of the good deeds of man..............;-;'

HE'S SO SAD OKAY HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WANTS TO SEE YOU RELAX FOR ONCE

He will go all out in his attempts to make you feel calm and comfortable and happy. Oh he will buy you SO many presents it's disgusting. He will rent out whole restaurants and like even theme parks and shit if that's your thing. He'll stop at no lengths to give you some respite, and it's honestly quite sweet

All that being said, he does love that you're so attentive and caring about Karl. He's definitely watched you play with him and then started blushing super hard because the word 'parents' suddenly crossed his mind and now he's thinking about children and aaaaaa

ABSOLUTELY writes a scenario in which you can relax. Whatever you want- an empty beach, a forest, a liminal space, he'll write it all for you, and gift you the book so you can go there whenever you want :>

He's basically a sugar daddy, except you're in an actual relationship and it's not all about the money. Your boyfriend just happens to be loaded as fuck

At the end of the day, Poe is such a hypocrite because he himself is such a workaholic that he practically lets it consume him, too!

You're both absolute messes. Drink some water and sleep for god's sake. And for the love of all things good take care of each other.

Ranpo:

Bro knows exactly what's up. Sorry, he's got you all figured out fr

That doesn't mean he won't let you baby him though. At first. He'll just let you, along with everyone else, clean up after him and buy him shit

BUT soon, soon he realises that this behaviour is rather detrimental to your health. He sees the circles under your eyes, he notices these things. And he's like '...oh shit'

Ranpo doesn't have any shame or reservations. He straight up confronts you about it. 'Why don't you ever take care of yourself?' And he's not playing around this time

And no matter what your excuse is, he's like 'not good enough. We're going to get ice cream RIGHT NOW and you're going to talk to me about this. Now lead me to the ice cream parlour immediately'

(I may or may not be paraphrasing this particular quote)

The point is that he presents you an avenue to open up about your struggles, stress and psyche. And he really does want to help- the fact that he gets ice cream out of this is just a bonus

From here on out he'll keep an eye out for you. Every time you find yourself getting overworked or burning out he'll make you take a break. This could be a nap or sending you home or a surprise outing- anything to get your mind off work and people.

Ranpo is a stickler for the rules, sure, but he's also lazy as shit. Any time he doesn't feel like working, you're now not allowed to work either. You have to hang out with him or else (he'll be a little sad)

He doesn't necessarily introduce any...permanent solutions to your predicament, but he does have you looking forward to your couples-down time each day, and that's something!

Over time, you do learn to balance yourself and external responsibilities. And he will absolutely be taking credit for it lmao

Jouno:

Jouno is very...self-important, we'll say. Not like, completely selfish or anything, but very much tends to prioritise his own opinions and time and such.

You make him do a complete reassessment and breakdown of all of his thoughts and beliefs he's built up over the course of his lifetime

/j but really, you're unbelievably different from him. You're both willing to put yourself in danger or wear yourselves down, but *you* don't have anatomical medical adjustments that practically make you invincible.

Jouno wants to protect you- and he's not willing to negotiate. He's not letting anyone hurt you, even if on accident. He's especially not willing to let anybody take advantage of your generous nature, which is probably more likely anyway.

He's such a scary dog actually (lol get it?? get it cause he's one of the Hunting Dogs? DO YOU GET IT-) he'll accompany you anywhere if you ask him to.

When he wants to do something for you, he will do it. You're not lifting a finger miss girl

Like he really will take care of you! When he's off work, of course. His job is kind of important, but you best believe you're getting pampered when Jouno is off the clock.

My mans is romantic as FUCK: cooking you nice dinners, reading to you before bed, massages, cuddles- as well as engaging in your interests alongside you of course

He just thinks it's so cute to see you engrossed in something that YOU enjoy, and will encourage your down time

Jouno is gonna make sure that you take care of yourself too, because when he's not around, who better to look after anybody than you? That's the most important thing to him.

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pinkiipeachiikeen

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wonijinjin · 7 months

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lean on me

author’s note: this was inspired by the conversation kwannie and shua had in the soop, recommended song is seventeen vocal unit’s don’t listen in secret.

synopsis: when life has you struggling jeonghan is there to pull you up.

word count: 1.0k | genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | pairing: jeonghan x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of mental health and reader struggling with their studies

when jeonghan entered your apartment it was almost midnight. after putting his keys on the table in the hallway he switched on the lights and put his shoes away. the house was silent; it was a bit unusual as you had always waited for him to come home, but he assumed you must had fallen asleep on the couch (as it had happened before), so the living room was exactly where his legs brought him first. he couldn’t find you, but he saw a dim light at the end of the hallway, so he followed the source of the lamp. he slowly and quietly tiptoed into the bedroom and the sight which welcomed him hurt his heart. there you were, sitting in your chair, head on your crossed arms, slumped over, fast asleep. papers and notebooks laying scattered all across the desk, the hue of your laptop screen shining brightly over your closed eyes. he walked closer to your sleeping form, only noticing how tired you looked at that moment; the bags under those once sparkling orbs dulling the aura of your beautiful face, lips dry from you probably not consuming enough water during the day, which he always tells you to do, but you forget anyways. he touched your face, light as a feather, pulling your hair out of your face so he could kiss your cheeks, only to realise they were stained with tears. “my angel…what hurt you to cry?” he whispered more to himself than to you. you were so precious to him, and his heart ached every time you were not your usual cheerful self. he always tried to help you and solve every problem with you, together, not leaving you to suffer in silence. however, he was puzzled, had you really been struggling lately? he noticed the way you were always trapped in your room, studying a lot, barely coming out to see him, but he didn’t mind, he knew how important your grades were to you, even if he wished sometimes you could spend more time together. why hadn’t he said something sooner? these questions were floating around in his head when you stirred in your sleep. he crouched next to your head and gave you a tender kiss on the apple of your cheek. “hello sleeping beauty.” he whispered into your ear. you opened your eyes, adjusting to the light from the computer. “how long have you been at it, hm, angel?” he asked, pointing at your desk. “wait..i fell asleep?” you said, confused. “you sure did, it is past midnight already, i just got back home. y/n, you really need to take more breaks.” he cupped your cheeks, making you look into his doe eyes with so much adoration in them.

to be honest, you had no idea this much time had passed since you fell asleep; you were so exhausted, studying day and night, university seemed to be much more difficult in the last few months, making you sacrifice all your free time, social life, relationship with jeonghan, and mental health for it. you felt like everyone was ahead of you, everyone was so smart, excluding you, of course. jeonghan would always try to help you out with the material, but he was a busy man, all his schedules leaving him with little time to spare aswell. moreover, you didn’t want to burden him with your stupid little problems, you didn’t want to seem like you couldn’t solve them on your own, clinging to him like some kid. so, you kept everything to yourself. unfortunately for you, it looked like he had caught onto your struggles. you were snapped out of your daze when jeonghan moved his hand in front of your face.

“hey, baby. is everything alright though, angel? you have been crying.” he asked, worry written all over his features. before you could react the burnout you had been trying to surpress and hide from him came to the surface. “hannie, i can’t do it anymore.” you held your breath, tears welling up in your eyes. he cooed at the sight. “aw, my baby, you have been struggling lately, haven’t you?” he whispered softly, hugging you. “i noticed it. i always notice it, but i don’t want to push you into sharing it with me if you are not comfortable. however, you need to understand that you don’t have to do this alone. i know how hard you work every day, angel.” your cries intensified, to which on instict he took you into his arms, rocking you. “it is so hard, hannie. so so hard. which is even harder that i cannot even confess it to myself, that i am struggling. i want to tell you, but it is very hard, hannie.” you whispered, voice weaker than he had ever heard. “i know angel, i know. you don’t have to talk. let’s just stay like this for a bit.” he kissed your hair, patting it with his hand. “this is it for today. you did so much work, let’s get you into bed now, shall we?” you just nodded silently, still shaken up, but relieved at the same time that you got it off your chest. “we will figure something out in the morning on how to help you. you need to learn how not to overwork yourself angel, because it pains me to see you so tired.” he stroked your face slowly. he picked you up from the chair, putting you on the bed. “wait here for me, i will put your things away from the desk angel. i will be back in a minute.” he stepped away from you. “hannie! come to bed with me, okay? you must be tired too!” you whined, surpassing a yawn. “aw my angel you are so cute, i can see how this day of studying drained you.” he looked at you softly, already returning to embrace you. “okay, let’s sleep now. only one last thing.” he said curtly. “what is it?” you questioned, looking at him expectantly. “who’s baby are you, angel?” he whispered into the corwn of you head. “yours hannie.”

#wonijinjin #caratsland #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #fluff #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #svt jeonghan #hannie #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x y/n

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pathetic-sapphic · 4 months

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The arcane milfs asking for recomfort for the first time from their gf?

Arcane milfs asking for comfort from their S/O

Listen, SEVIKA is good at a lot of things. She's an amazing leader, fighter and strategist. She is disciplined, brave and strong but she was never good at talking. More specifically, about her feelings. Living in the Undercity and being in her position meant that she cannot afford to appear vulnerable or weak in front of others. And her father raised her to believe that trusting someone and admitting to needing help or comfort equals weakness. But she knows you're not like that. Never once did Sevika feel as if you plan on taking advantage of her and she's aware that you'd never make fun of her for feeling the way she does. But still, words are hard for her to come by. So she broods while simultaneously seeking out your touch. You'll notice the way she inches closer to you, pulls you into her side or onto her lap, holding you quietly against her. In the darkness of the night, she may open up to you as you sleep, caressing your hair as she whispers her concerns and problems in your ear until you wake. Be there for her, hold her hand and kiss her forehead, whisper how everything is going to be okay and her heart will be steady, for she trusts you more than any other living soul.

GRAYSON's job and duties constantly clash with her good nature and kind heart, making her work conflicting and stressful. She often finds herself at a crossroad, wanting the best for her people while simultaneously trying to uphold the deal she has going on with Vander. However stressed she might get, she tries not to let it stain her private life, preferring to keep it separate from her work. This is mostly because she'd hate to burden you. She knows you care, of course you do, but the thought of making you feel the consequences of her decisions hurts Grayson deeply. However, she can only take so much and eventually it shows. It's hard not to notice the bags under her eyes or the exhausted tone of her voice every night when she comes home from work. And as much as you hate to pry, you hate seeing Grayson in pain even more. Sit her down and hold her hand as you reassure her that it's okay, she can rely on you without worrying about your well-being. Tell her that she's doing a good job and that she's not alone. Hug her back and caress her hair as she pulls you into a hug, crying silently into your shoulder. Wipe away her tears once you both pull away and give her one last comforting kiss before preparing a home-cooked meal and a warm bath. It's time for you to take care of her for a change.

CASSANDRA is reserved, calculated and unyielding but a job like hers never allows for one's soul to rest easy for long. She's been doing this for so long, it's become a second nature, but burnouts are inevitable. She's a good liar and can easily brush of any worry you might express towards her. Cassandra doesn't need to be coddled, what she needs is to do her work and take care of you. Always spoiling you and making sure you're comfortable, rarely allowing you to return the favor. Eventually, you find her in her office, sitting at the desk with her head in her hands. She may look as put together as always, but the glint of exhaustion in her eyes is unmistakable, along with the frustrated scowl her lips are forming. Take her to the lounge sofa and sit down next to her, assure her that it's okay to lean on others and let her vent. Cassandra is always so poised and elegant, it's hard to see her so stressed and infuriated. Not at you, never at you. She appreciates your support and comfort, more than anything. This is a start of her, you're helping her learn to put her guard down and rely on someone. For that she will forever be grateful.

AMBESSA is much better at hiding her emotions than showing them. She was raised to never show fear or heartache, for those are signs of weakness. And in a world like hers, everyone she meets represents an enemy. Well, except you. But she's your protector, your provider, surely she cannot expect you to comfort her! Of course, she loves when you take care of her through acts of service and proving your loyalty but listening to her talk about her feelings isn't something she ever thought about doing. Ambessa is afraid that maybe you'll think less of her or won't view her the same if she admitted that even a fearless warlord like her sometimes experiences the feelings of insecurity and regret. Find her on a sleepless night and join her for a glass of wine on her balcony. Your closeness, the insomnia and the alcohol may nudge her to be more open because frankly, she's tired. So tired of the facade, of pretending that she doesn't need anyone to love her, to hold and comfort her. Ambessa will lay her head in your lap and whisper what weighs heavy on her mind as you play with her hair. Just this once, she lets herself grieve for all the bad things she's done and those she experienced. She lets her heart open up and her tears be seen. She forces herself to forget the years of discipline and gives you a glimpse of her true self. Only for you would Ambessa do such a thing, your kindness and warmth making her fall in love with you all over again.

a/n: hellooo, sorry i've been away for a bit, writer's block is a pain in the ass. hopefully this isn't too bad. i was originally supposed to not be back for another week bc i was planning to go on a trip but instead i'm lying at home with a fever which sucks :(( but hey, at least i'm back to writing :D

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane headcanons #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #grayson x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader #ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda x reader #arcane grayson x reader

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taylor-titmouse · 23 days

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Julia is sick of working late. She's sick of being disrespected, and most of all she's sick of her boss. Lance is a burned out, smooth-talking playboy, but he also happens to be the son of the CEO. When Lance pushes her buttons once too often, Julia is tempted to put him in his place – but is it worth throwing away her career for a moment of satisfaction? Content: -F/M -dom -degradation -small penis humiliation -directed masturbation -power play 5k words, EPUB and PDF format Only $3, Releases later tonight! you can go read the first two pages on the shop page!

i've mentioned a couple times now that my editor and the author of roger crenshaw: the dogs at duskfall @mortalityplays is now available for freelance work for people other than me, but i don't think i've made as big of a deal how he's ALSO going to start releasing his own smut shorts on the last friday of every month! he is SUCH a talented writer on top of being an excellent editor and it's my absolute delight to work with him on the cover for his first release. FINALLY i have a great answer when asked "is there anyone else writing smut like you?"

and since this was the first time in a while i went through a cover design process that wasn't just me making one for myself, i thought i would go into how it went!

The Prompt

R/L wanted something that didn't visually describe the characters, because he had deliberately avoided that himself in the text. these characters are archetypes, ideas of characters: a woman who works in an office and her playboy burnout boss. for an erotic fantasy scenario, not going into detail can be ideal, as it allows the reader to project their own fantasies onto the characters. but what does that mean for a cover, when showing off the characters is often the point?

The Thumbnails

it means silhouettes, babie! if you're a reader of romance you've probably seen this approach a few times. silhouettes allow you to give the impression of a character without actually specifying them. HOWEVER! that can only go so far. note the female silhouettes in the left and right thumbnails--one with a pony tail, one with her hair down. these two very minor design elements say completely different things about the character, and pin her design down into something specific. (there is a whole line of feminist thought about this, that there is no such thing as an "unmarked" woman, or rather a woman whose presentation does not say something about her, ie a woman not wearing makeup is not perceived as neutral the way a man not wearing makeup is).

so anyway including her in the cover in full doesn't work for the prompt, because how she wears her hair or how she dresses would say something about her that we don't want to say. thus: we chose the middle design!

a man in a shirt and tie are super archetypal, and """neutral""" enough to not say anything specific about lance, our male protagonist, other than he has a job and is of average size (which are of course not technically truly neutral, but for our purposes, are functional as symbols). and while a long, narrow, leg does still say something about julia, it is abstracted enough to simply represent the concept of "woman" without projecting an overall image of her in the reader's head. she has a leg, and she wears high heels. that's all you get!

The Sketch

now we can move on to the sketch stage! this is the point at which the palette and text are figured out. i tried a few fonts before landing on one that had the retro paperback all-caps feel that i liked, and i used what i believe to have been a risograph print texture from retrosupply.

we went with the text up top rather than at the bottom, because it lends weight to the shoe and balances out the blacks in the pants. it also allows the figure to take up more of the cover, which is ideal. honestly, not a whole lot to say about this bit that i didn't cover in thumbnails: which is the point of doing thumbnails in the first place!

The Finish

well you can just scroll up to see that one. the final colors ended up a little less saturated, a little cooler, to bring it home to the retro paperback look i was going for and tie the colors together. i'm very pleased with it and had a lot of fun. cover design is one of my favorite parts of putting out books, and it was especially fun working with someone else to bring their vision to life.

anyway, you should go buy this book! it's only three dollars and i want to make more covers for these! your purchases would prove that i am a very good investment as a cover artist >:)

#tt art #tt talks drawing #cover design

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if you don't mind me asking, how do you balance work and writing? i work two part time jobs and struggle to find the energy/time to focus on writing even when i really want to. any advice?

I honestly don't do a great job of balancing work, writing, social things, home things, fitness stuff, and then just...relaxation. I'm always on the edge of burnout. Every 2-3 months, I get to a place where I feel overwhelmed, I have a good cry, I let myself off the hook for everything except work for a day or two, and then when I've rallied a bit I start the whole process over again.

And the only reason this is somewhat sustainable is that my partner does all the cooking, laundry, and most of the daily home maintenance stuff like taking out trash, checking mail, shoveling the walk, etc. We split cleaning duties on weekends and dog-walking duties through the week.

Even with that help, I typically work from 7am-4pm, take a break to walk Deacon/listen to music/shift into writing mode, and then write from 5 till dinner, sometimes through dinner if I'm on a roll. The one day a week that I climb/work out I don't write. I also don't typically write on Saturdays since those are housework/errands/social time days. Sunday is usually devoted to writing and relaxing (hockey, reading, hiking). It's a lot, even with Sunday as a "recovery" day.

I will say that just setting aside time every day with no word-count expectation made a huge difference for me. Before, I was trying to hit a certain number of words a week and then feeling like a massive failure when I couldn't achieve that. Now, I just say I have to write for at least one hour every day (other than climbing day). It doesn't matter what I accomplish during that hour, I just have to sit with the document open. On bad brain days, sometimes that means I edit what I've already got. And sometimes, even on bad brain days, I tell myself, "hey, you don't really have to write, you just have to clean up the last chapter for the next hour, no biggie" but then I have an idea and I jot down a bit of dialogue and then, well I might as well write the connecting bits, and the next thing I know it's dinner time and I have, actually, written something new. Having that freedom from a daily word count expectation greatly increased my productivity. So shoutout to my therapist for suggesting it.

Ok this is getting long, but also please just remember that writing is work. Even if you enjoy it. Even if you want to do it. It's still requires emotional and intellectual labor. And if you're already working two other jobs, that's a whole lot of work. Of course you struggle to find the energy and time to write. Because there simply are not enough hours in the day and that's not your fault. You can't budget time you don't have. So be kind to yourself. Please.

#answered asks #writing #author things #the dream of course #is to someday only write #with no other job #oh but wouldn't that be lovely

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doomh3ad · 2 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 3: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight + brat taming (GN reader)

You know exactly what you're doing. Both of you know. He's warned you about this, and he's warning you now; a brief side glance at you, eyes narrowed. Adam's way of telling you quit it.

Still, you continue to tease him, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, the room deathly silent so the pop is audible. He tries to wave you off, motioning to his laptop, the current source of his misery. Adam works hard, wanting to support you and refusing to accept your money, which you understand, but he's close to burnout. You recognise the signs. His shoulders are drawn inwards as though he were trying to collapse himself. His nervous habit of foot tapping has long ceased, replaced by his nails digging into his palms at intervals.

"Adam, baby, come to bed. You're exhausted, you've worked hard enough," you plead with him, trailing your gaze up the body you know is at its limit. You just want to help him unwind, and you know exactly how to get him fired up again.

"I need to finish this," he insists firmly, but not harshly. "I don't want to be behind on rent again."

Adam looks down ashamedly as he murmurs the last part, and that does it for you. You save his work and close the laptop, ignoring his protests, leading him by the hand into your shared bedroom. Here is where you see him finally release the tension he's been holding for hours.

"Adam, let me-"

"Shut up." His eyes have darkened, but he speaks in a softer tone. It makes a shiver run down your spine; this combination means trouble. Your mouth closes with no further argument.

He smiles. You're suddenly very aware of your partially unbuttoned shirt. "Good. I like you like that - quiet, listening to me."

You feel almost faint, Adam's words having their unique quality of making your knees weak and your breath unsteady. Does he know what he does to you? With the smirk that curves up one side of his mouth and the lust darkening his eyes until they're glinting black in the dim light, surely, surely, he must know.

"Come here," he beckons you. You obey thoughtlessly, driven by the hypnotic power of those eyes on your own. Adam takes his time surveying you, dragging his gaze down your body as he drags his hand down your shirt, exposing more and more of you to his greedy eyes. He can't get enough of you just as you can't get enough of him, it seems. He's almost feverish with the need to have his hands on you.

Adam lays his hand at the base of your throat; not a warning, not a threat to take your breath away, but a casual display of dominance. He's doing it because he can. And slowly, with the greatest care, he undoes the last few remaining buttons on your shirt as he speaks, cutting off your desperate whines.

"Let's see what else we can use that pretty mouth for."

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Hi! Maybe this is a difficult question with no answer, but as a fan of Rekindled who might want to start their own comic, what do you suggest to avoid burnout? Do you start wiht writting the script right away, you doodle a bit,..? Thanks for reading, I love how you draw big noses, makes me more comfy with mine!

no fr my dark secret is that i've been experiencing burnout with my main original project that I've spent the last decade working on for literally a year now. this isn't the first long hiatus i've taken, the longest one i've ever been on has lasted two years, and it's undoubtedly not the last i'll experience because the lump of salt and fat and tissue that is my brain often overworks itself into exhaustion like a big dummy

rekindled has been my reprieve from the burnout. it has been my vacation from years of working on the same project, meeting the same deadlines, drawing the same characters, over and over and over again since before i was in college.

if there's anything working on rekindled has made clear to me, it's that i'm still capable of drawing comics. the comic-making isn't the problem. it's just that when you work on the same project for years and trap yourself in an uphill battle, eventually your climbing gear is bound to break.

if there's another thing that rekindled has opened my eyes to, it's the insanity that i put myself through prior to rekindled that led to my burnout in the first place.

i get people telling me that they couldn't imagine doing what i do, that even before i had my assistant helping me out, i was still able to put out 30-40 panel updates every week.

but before that, i was putting out 70-90 panel episodes of my original work. every week. full color. full spread action scenes. no assistant. very little financial gain aside from a couple patrons on patreon and one dedicated viewer on twitch, which i was also streaming on 2-3 times a week.

and now that i've been working on rekindled and even finding myself often crunched for time with that, i have zero clue, no idea, a complete lack of comprehension of how i pulled off 70-90 panels a week for months on end. there's a reason it resulted in burnout and i know that now. this comparison is not for the sake of a flex - this comparison is to make it clear that much of what i do isn't the norm and isn't exactly a healthy standard. case in point, i sneezed while sweeping up yesterday morning and it caused a muscle strain in my lower back/hips and i've been working out of my bed since, i'm in a lot of pain and it might mean i don't make any money this week if it's not better by the time i have to do my appointments at my day job on thursday. my need to create my personal passion projects is often at odds with my bad habits of not taking care of myself 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

when it comes to tackling burnout, your guess is as good as mine. really it just comes down to rest. when burnout - real, true burnout - hits, it's not just "man i'm bored of working on this", it's "i can't even think of looking at this thing let alone working on it", it's basically akin to depression and it's an awful thing that i wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy (even with Rachel, I don't want to psychoanalyze her mental health but it does seem like she's possibly been experiencing burnout with LO for years now and that really sucks for her if that's true). so the solution is just as complicated as the cause, it's not something that you can just rest from for a week and come back from, it takes real long-term healing.

when I found my way out of that 2 year hiatus, it was in spring of 2019 and I decided to just work on a random comic page that wasn't even in the comic I was working on. and then suddenly it was like a switch flicked back into the on position and i didn't even finish what i was working on, i just went back to my original project and i kept working on it until it was finally finished at the end of 2021. as suddenly and randomly as it had set in, it was gone. but i can't just do the same thing this time, it just doesn't work that way.

that said, through all this, i've learned that my need to create is not restricted to any one tangible thing, i'm not doomed or designed to stick with the same words, the same faces, the same ideas until the end of time. while i do try to keep up healthy routines for myself to ensure i'm looking out for my future self and their deadlines and their upload schedules, sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants. and in my case, the heart wanted to take a break from the self-reflective psychological analysis dark fantasy weebo stuff and just draw some pink and blue characters a little less ugly. the self-reflective weebo shit will still be there when i'm done with the pink and blue stuff, and i'll surely have loads of new things to unpack through it once i return.

there are still times when i'm working on rekindled and i'm feeling the creeping hand of my routine destruction digging its claws into my back. the reality is that 30-40 panels is still a lot for someone like myself who's doing this entirely for free, but my definition of normal for a while was so insanely inhumane that even what's still considered a lot by most people's standards feels sane and normal to me after what i put myself through.

i've learned to be more gentle with myself, and to loosen my own expectations of what i'm capable of to ensure i don't do anything like that to myself, by myself, again. i give myself room to create without expectations or the pressure of eyes watching when i can, and i remind myself that even if burnout rears its head again, and again, and again, the will to create is not gone. it's just tired, and resting, and growing, and healing as i am.

anyways that turned into a self-reflective essay post, to answer your question about making stuff ahead of time, i find that's more helpful with just like, planning out a structured story (so you don't write yourself into a corner) but whether or not it helps with burnout kind of depends. because it can just as also easily be the cause of the problem because constantly seeing the stuff you wanna be drawing so far away can be just as much of a morale killer as a motivator. some of the stuff i'm super psyched to write and draw with time gate is years away and that timeline grows longer the more the burnout goes on which makes the struggle feel even more overwhelming and pointless and defeating. so plan ahead, but keep it all within your means if you can. i find what works for me is planning out just general beat-to-beat plot structures (to ensure i at least have a plot skeleton going on so i know where i'm going) then i leave the finer details to when the actual episode i've planned gets closer to fruition and i can get myself in the headspace to write it fully.

also remember that just because you're really excited and motivated to work on your comic doesn't mean you should work yourself into exhaustion - it's a good thing if you're going through the mundane of your daily routine and the whole time you're hyped af to work on your hobby/personal project/etc. because that's what will keep you moving forward, so don't spend all that hype in one place by working and working and working until you're exhausted, because that hype is REALLY hard to get back after you've spent it all.

long post over! hope that helps! best of luck in your projects! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#also aaah thank you for the nose compliment haha #i love drawing different kinds of noses <3 #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #self post

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Quality Time (Luke Sullivan ⭐ x Reader)

[Context: Established romantic relationship, Reader is the MC for World Tour, Pre-Italy World Tour spoilers, Fluff]

(a/n: Finally, I WROTE SOMETHING! I'm very sorry this took so long to finally get out, finals are kind of kicking my ass. But alas, I got to finish a fluffy fic with this boi. He's hands down my fave from the base roster, his personality's just.. right up my alley. Hope you guys enjoy this one!)

Ah, relaxing days like these were always the best kind. After yet another grueling training session with Chun-Li, with a sprinkle of getting defeated at video games by Li-Fen, laying down on your couch while watching TV was the best way to relax after a long day of running around in Metro City. There was literally nothing that could possibly interrupt this very chill moment…

…Until you hear the very familiar noise of footsteps from one massive dumbass approaching your relaxed frame. You close your eyes, awaiting a nudge on the shoulder from the man of the hour. What you get instead is a small poke on your cheek, which forces a small chortle out of you. In response, you get another poke. You open a single eye to look smugly at Luke, kneeling down in front of your field of view, away from the TV. Seeing that you’re pretending not to care for his presence, Luke puffs his cheeks and begins to repeatedly boop your cheek, almost reminiscent of a dog asking to be fed.

With an amused sigh, you finally turn to look at him. “Yes, honey?” Placing his head on top of his hands while pouting childishly, Luke responds: “I’m bored, babe.” You sit up from your spot to look directly at him. “And what do you suggest we do about it?” Luke places his head on top of your lap, and you can’t help but hold in a snicker. He gets annoyingly adorable when he’s pouty, you can tell he’s missed you from how long you were out the house. “Play a fighting game with me?”

You can’t help but sigh while patting his head. “As much as I would love to take you up on that, I was destroyed by Li-Fen earlier. I’m kind of burnt out right now.” Luke groaned in response. “Please? I promise I’ll go easy on ya.” “Said the Burnout King. Going easy on me is not your play style, and we both know this, handsome.”

You half expect him to simply huff at your mocking nickname and nuzzle closer. But to your surprise (and sort of delight), your boyfriend proceeds to pick you up from the couch to give you a massive bear hug. “Is it that bad of a thing that I wanna spend quality time with my babe? I haven’t seen ya all day…” Luke says, nuzzling into you. Trying to calm down your racing heart, you hug him back. “I know, sweetheart, I’ve missed you too. Training under Chun-Li has just been a bit of a hassle lately. I want to learn as much as I can from her, y’know?” Pulling back from the hug to give you some space, Luke smiles gently at you. “Yeah, I get it. I can’t teach you absolutely everything about fighting just by myself. Your quest for strength comes first, right?” You shrug with a small chuckle at his last comment.

Suddenly, you feel an idea pop up like a cartoon-y light bulb. “You know what, actually… I was going to see if I could meet up with another fighter soon. And… She’s kind of far away from here...?” Before your boy could get pouty all over again, you raised a hand to continue your proposal. “And, I know how much you like traveling.” Arching an eyebrow with one of his signature goofy smiles, Luke places a hand over one of his ears as if to try to listen better. “And…?” “And, something tells me that her fighting style might be right up your alley.” With that, he crosses both of his arms with a determined smile. “I already like the sound of this.” “To finish my proposal… Have you gone to Italy? And have you heard of pankration?”

With a clap and some finger guns, Luke smiles like the fricking sun while wandering around the place. What he usually does when he gets excited. “Now we’re talking! When can we go? Should we get packing? I can pack your stuff if ya want, just tell me what t-“ You placed your hands over his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. “Honey, honey, not yet. We gotta plan the whole thing first. You know how it is.” “Yeah, of course! Sorry, it’s just… It’d be our first time traveling together and I’m just… excited, y’know?”

Wait. Holy shit, it would be the first time. In fact, it would be the first in a long time for you as well. For the last few months, it’s just been Luke and Chun-Li, and Metro City so far. But you needed to expand your horizons, and if it took a threat from a Mad Gear Gang member to do so, then so be it. That would be difficult to explain to him; heck, you weren’t even sure if Marisa would be at all willing to accept your request to be taught by her, or help you acquire the missing charm. But you were willing to at least try, and if it didn’t go well, you had an entire country you could explore and have fun in with your boyfriend.

Like he said it himself, you can cross that bridge when you get to it! Most likely tomorrow, but tonight all that is on your mind is the picture of spending a nice vacation with the man you loved the most. Breaking yourself out of your train of thought with a sigh, you smiled gently at Luke. “It is. I’m also very excited.”

Then, with a smirk, you grabbed the remote controller and paused your show. “So excited in fact, I think I managed to gather the energy… To try and kick your ass at a fighting game a couple times.” Luke’s eyes begin to almost sparkle with excitement, instantly running to your console to put the game on. “Oh, hell yeah! Bet ya I can manage to not go on Burnout a single time! See if your lovely title for me actually stands up!” You grab your controller then sit down on the couch with a confident smile. “Oh, it will. Bet your precious bag of sour cream and onion chips that it will.” Luke plopped himself down on the couch, almost knocking you down but also bringing a laugh out of you. “Oh. It. Is. On, babe.”

#street fighter x reader #sf6 x reader #luke sullivan x reader #luke sf6 x reader

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max's favorite short stories & articles!

to be updated as i read new things! "articles" could be anything from political points to philosophical musings to fascinating stories. obligatory statement that i don't necessarily agree with everything in every one of these stories/articles, but i think about them a lot and want to share :)

short stories

Avi Cantor Has Six Months To Live by Sacha Lamb (@kuttithevangu) (novella) (so says the writing on the bathroom mirror. of gender & judaism & magic and t4t trans guys. cw for suicidal ideation and bullying)

Epistolary by Sascha Lamb ("The [stuffed] frog you are selling on your blog is MINE and he is NOT HAUNTED and his name is MOSHE not BILLY HOPPER.")

Chokechain by Andrew Joseph White (a trans man discovers his parents have replaced him with a robot version of his pretransition self. cw for transphobia and violence)

Sandrine by Alexandra Munck (the tagline for this one is "I dated a sun god in college" but that doesn't do justice to the sheer concept here please read this)

The Traveler Wife by yves. @yvesdot (an astronaut writes to the wife she left back home)

You Wouldn't Have Known About Me by Calvin Gimpelevich (set in a hospital ward where patients are recovering from gender-confirming surgery)

No Flight Without the Shatter by Brooke Bolander (novella) ("After the world’s end, the last young human learns a final lesson from Earth’s remaining animals." cw for climate change/extinction)

And You Shall Know Her By The Trail Of Dead by Brooke Bolander (what if you had to death-match-fight a virtual version of yourself at your meanest made by your boyfriend whose life you're trying to save would that be fucked up or what. cws for guns and violence)

Hell is the Absence of God by Ted Chiang (stories that clock you in the fucking teeth in the religious trauma.)

A Serpent for Each Year by Tamara Jerée (microfiction) ("Our relationship is almost a year old when I ask Nal why she is covered in snakes." cw for animal death)

The Front Line by W.C. Dunlap (microfiction) (cited as one of the world's finest attention-grabber openings. cws for police brutality, racism, and SA)

Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience by Rebecca Roanhorse (step into the simulation and gain an authentic experience! cws for anti-Native racism and alcohol)

articles & essays

Lockhart's Lament (on how math is taught in schools. that is, badly. one of the most cathartic essays i've ever read on education)

Against Cop Shit by Jeffrey Moro (on adversarial education)

I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out. by Jennifer Coates (do you have to be out to be a woman? cw for transphobia, homophobia, and eating disorders)

Debunking "Trans Women Are Not Women" Arguments by Julia Serano (comprehensive, well-written, good to have as a reference point)

On Liking Women by Andrea Long Chu (and on the politics of desire)

Turning a Unicorn Into a Bat by Josh and Lolly Weed (on Mormonism, love, and whether a gay man and a straight woman can marry happily. cw for homophobia)

Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price (musings on motivation from a social psychologist and professor)

How Millennials Became the Burnout Generation by Anne Helen Peterson (how come everything happens so much?)

White Women Drive Me Crazy by Aisha Mirza (on the harm caused by white women. cw for racism)

Everything You Know About Obesity Is Wrong by Michael Hobbes (should be required reading for everyone at this point. cw for fatphobia and eating disorders)

Becoming Anne Frank by Dara Horn (on the cultural fascination with Anne Frank. cw for antisemitism)

The Ecstasy of Influence by Jonathan Lethem ([on/a] plagiarism)

On the Ethics of Boinking Animal People by Patricia Taxxon (video essay) (ostensibly what the title says, but actually a detailed musing on the essential properties of furry media and the freedom of dehumanization; changed my life a bit)

#max.txt #yayayayayay :)#i've decided i'm going to start doing the 'what i read this month' thing #so this is like #my base to come backt o and update when i find new favorites #readings

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heaven - joe burrow x reader (pt.2)

I had managed to fall asleep for almost the whole flight to Ohio. It was about 12-o-clock-ish at night when we touched down in Cincinnati. After we landed safely and the plane got checked off, we could be able to get out of the plane and head into the actual airport. Once they gave us the thumbs up that we could go, I immediately grabbed my carry on bag and headed for the tunnel to the airport. I texted my parents to tell them I had landed, to which I got a quick response that they would be over there in a little bit to pick me up. I was so excited to see them, it had been over a month or two since I last saw them.

When I got back into the airport, I made my way to the baggage claim and waited on my bags to make their way around the belt. As I watched other peoples bags go around and around, I couldn’t help but think about how long the baggage claim goes. It travels in that same pattern with almost no stops. It does the same thing every day and doesn’t get tired. Does it ever get tired? Yes, I know the baggage claim isn’t a human but when humans do the same thing over and over again - they get tired of it, so why can’t intimate objects get tired? As a college freshman, I get burnout from classes sometimes, even though I have only been at LSU for about 4 months.

The more I think about it, I do almost the same thing everyday to. I get up, get ready for the day, go to my classes, eat, go to dance practice, then come back to my dorm to study and go to sleep - so why wasn’t I tired of it yet? Maybe, it’s because college is a new experience and that’s the reason I don’t get tired of doing it over and over again. Yet, it made me wonder about if other people get tired of the things they do over and over again. Does my dad ever get tired from coaching? Does he ever wake up and think, ‘I’m so exhausted from this job, maybe I should call it quits’? Does Joe Burrow ever get tired of playing football? Does he ever want to call it quits? Does everybody that lives in this world get tired of everyday life at least once in their lifetime?

While I had all of these thoughts racing through my mind, one really stood out - Will I ever get tired of what I’m doing every single day?

My thought clustered brain was distracted by my luggage coming into my eyesight. I quickly ran to get the bags before the conveyer belt went any further. After assisting them to the ground, it was time to wait on my parents to get here. I texted mom to tell her I got my luggage and that I was waiting on them. To which I got the response:

Momma

Okay pumpkin, we are a few minutes out! Can’t wait to see you!

I hearted her message and then found some odd corner to stand in until they arrived. To pass time, I checked my text messages and social medias… maybe occasionally looking at a specific quarterbacks instagram.

‘Y/n, you need to stop’ My inner conscious voices were telling me, but I just couldn’t. The way his dirty blonde hair fell against his forehead, the way his eyes were stern yet soft at the same time, and that smile - don’t even get me started. I was completely mesmerized by this boy, and I didn’t even know anything about him besides his name, stats, and jersey number.

After a few more minutes of mindlessly looking at my phone, my mom texted that they had parked and were starting to walk into the airport. My heart started to race, I was actually getting to see them. I started to walk with my bags through the airport, checking each entrance to make sure I hadn’t missed my parents. I texted back to ask which entrance they were coming through, to which mom replied with a simple ‘C’. I was currently at entrance ‘E’ so I continued to make my way through the airport. I left E then continued to D, then I finally reached the C entrance. I looked around to see if I could find my parents when I heard my name being yelled.

“Y/n! Y/n!” I heard my dads loud northern voice boom my name. I turned in the direction of the voice and there they were, my parents in all their glory. Once I laid my eyes on them, I dropped my bags and ran to give them one big bear hug. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t almost welled to tears.

“Dang lil bit, I could use you on my defensive line if you tackle like that” my dad said grunting after I had attacked them with my hug. I laughed at his nonsense and gave them both individual, calmer hugs.

“Oh honey, it’s so great to see you again!” My mom said still hugging me.

“It’s great to see you guys too! I’m glad to be back in cincy” I confessed, truly happy to have some change of scenery.

While I was talking to mom, dad went and grabbed my bags for me.

“Well, I’ve been in the airport long enough, let’s go home” I said excitedly, eager to be in the comfort of our home.

My parents agreed and we made our way out of the airport to dads truck - with my mom and I holding hands the entire time. Dad loaded up my stuff as mom and I hopped into the vehicle. I buckled up and dad got in to start up the truck. It was a bit chilly in Cincinnati, so dad cranked up the heat to warm us up.

When we pulled out of the parking spot and started our way home, conversation overflowed the truck. Questions that pertained to school, dance, and how the flight was.

“Yeah, Kandace said that she hopes that once I’m finished with college that I try out for an NFL dance team. Something about ‘I have way too much talent to not use it past the tiger girls’” I said answering a question my dad had asked about dance.

“You know honey, after college and if your dad is still coaching - you can always come home and try out for the ben-gals!” My mom turned to look at me from the passenger seat.

I quirked my head. “Like the Bengals dance team?” I asked. Mom shook her head to indicate a ‘yes’ and I pondered on the thought for a second.

“I’ll keep it in consideration. I still have three more years left of the tiger girls so I’ll cross the NFL dance team bridge when it comes. Plus, I feel like people would say stuff, like ‘Oh it’s the football coach’s daughter, they’re automatically going to let her on blah blah blah’” I told mom, being honest as I could because I mean… it is true people do say things like that.

“People are going to talk all your life Y/n, all you can do is let em’. You’ve got a god given talent lil bit - don’t let peoples words stop you from using it.” My dad chimed into our conversation, making sure his point stood out.

“Also, I’ll be dammed if anybody says anything about you lil bit. Especially the coaches daughter act.” Dad cut back in, I stifle a laugh.

We continued to drive home as my tiredness started to set in. I couldn’t wait to be in my nice, soft bed at home - I know it was calling my name.

Next thing I know, we’re pulling up into our houses driveway. Before the truck was even in park, I quickly undo my seatbelt and get out of the truck. I rush to the other side of the vehicle to grab my bags, to which my parents laughed at my eagerness to get into the house and in the bed.

We walked up to the front of the house and as my parents unlocked the door, I stepped in and just breathed in the nice, home-y air. It felt so good to be back in Cincinnati for the week. I ran up to my room to put my stuff down and start getting ready for bed.

I sat my bags down and grabbed a makeup wipe out of my toiletries bag to take off my makeup. I decided that would be good enough skin care for tonight, since I was dog-tired.

“Y/n, come down here real quick!” My dad yelled. I made my way downstairs to the living room where my parents were standing. I responded with a quick ‘what’s up?’.

“Listen lil bit, I have football practice all week and I was wondering if you’d maybe want to come some of the days? Get to meet the guys maybe? I talk about you a lot and they seem to really want to meet you” My dad says, almost pleading for me to go with him.

I think about it for a minute. Many things could lead out of this. One, I could get to spend more time with my dad AND get to see him do his job. Two, new football guy friends. Finally, three; meeting Joe Burrow. I know, it’s an awful time to be thinking about him - but getting to see and meet him would be a win in my book. Also, dad talks about me a lot? Why would he talk to the guys about me? That means Joe probably already knows everything about me. I’m just praying he didn’t tell any embarrassing stories, like how my first prom went… that would be a disaster.

I looked at my dad and mustered up my answer.

“Yeah, totally! I’ll go!” I said actually kind of excited to go stand on a professional football field other than LSU’s.

Dad starts cheering like the Bengals have won the Super Bowl.

“Yes! I was hoping you would agree” Dad comes over to hug me. “It’ll be fun lil bit, be ready by seven okay? Now go get some sleep, early wake up call” Dad squeezes me one last time and kisses my cheek before we say our goodnights.

As dad heads to him and moms bedroom, mom grabs my arm.

“Now, I know you’re going to hopefully have a ton of fun tomorrow but honey, please don’t get caught up in any of those football boys. Some of them are bad news” Mom says looking me dead in my eye sympathetically.

“Momma, I am not going to get all caught up in one of them. I have too much to focus on in life right now and a boy would just mess it up.”

“That’s my girl! I just don’t want you to see you get hurt. You know what happened last ti-“ I grimace before mom can even finish her sentence. I didn’t need to think about him, he was the least of my concerns and had been for quite awhile now.

“Momma, just don’t worry - I won’t get caught up in the boys. I’m just going with dad to have a fun day at their football practice, nothing more” I tried to smile at her, it wasn’t really working.

“Okay honey, I trust you. Let me know if you need anything. Go get some sleep. Goodnight, I love you Y/n” Mom hugs me and I tell her goodnight. When mom walks to the bedroom, I just stared at the ground till I had the will to go back upstairs.

Why did mom always have to bring him up? Every-time I went around any-one of the opposite sex, she always made sure the ‘be careful, don’t get involved in somebody like your ex-boyfriend’ talk happened. Hell, when I moved to LSU she was in shambles about it; thinking I would be dumb enough to be with somebody like him again.

I finally shook myself out of my thoughts and headed upstairs to my room. I finished taking off my makeup, went and brushed my teeth, and finally changed into some comfortable pajamas - which mostly consisted of loose shorts and a too big t-shirt. I plugged in my charger and connected it to my phone, then grabbed anything else I needed for my night stand. I set an alarm for six in the morning, I was only going to be running on about four to five hours of sleep in the morning - but it’s whatever. As I turned onto my side and started to drift to sleep, something caught my mind.

Oh my god, I get to meet Joe Burrow in the morning.

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