#and had another 2-3+ hours trying to find sources to use

[low-sodium-sri-rachaa]

rant because I need to blow off steam

[ichasewaterfalls]

CAR OMORASHI.

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I tried to keep the heightening urge to pee in the back of my mind as we sped down the highway towards the mountains. We’d only been driving for an hour or so, and I didn’t want to inconvenience Jake just yet. I was sure that I had a good few more miles left in me before it escalated to emergency status. I’d turned down the initial toilet break before we left, confident in my holding ability and wanting to keep to our strict schedule in order to get to Jake’s parents house before Christmas Eve.

Dismissing the thought from my mind, I instead scrolled the plan I’d written for our trip. Itineraries for each day, special activities for us all, and even a family photoshoot for the entire group. I’d taken joy in planning every family reunion since Jake and I got married 4 years ago. Admittedly, I’d also taken control the 2 years we were engaged, and the 3 years of dating. So with 9 years of planning under my belt, I was confident I knew how to create the perfect festive bash.

That wasn’t the only thing under my belt. My bladder reminded me of its existence as Jake merged rapidly into the left-most lane, and I shivered randomly as a wave of urgency fell down my spine.

‘What the hell? You’re supposed to be in the right lan-‘

Before I told him off for his directional mishap, I looked up quickly to see the lane was blocked off, a massive spill of hay all over the road. Should’ve thought of this as a possibility, since we were just passing the thresholds between country farms and mountainous ranges. My bladder seemed to be passing a threshold too, between uncomfortable and urgent.

‘We’ll have to go the back way. It’ll be about 45 extra minutes added to the journey.’

I sighed with frustration, 45 minutes? Not only did it throw us off schedule, it meant longer for me to hold my increasingly aching bladder.

‘I’ll text your mom.’ I scoffed, quickly shooting the group chat a text to let them know we’d be a bit late. As I put my phone down again, I crossed my legs and placed my hands on my lap, preparing myself to have to place a hand or two between my legs to hold myself.

I must have been shaking without notice, but Jake obviously did. He always did.

‘You alright there? Need a bathroom break?’

‘N-no, I’m fine. I- Yes I need a bathroom break.’

‘I’m not sure where the closest facility is on this road. I don’t normally drive the backroads to mom’s. I’m sure we’ll figure it out babe.’

The drive continued, and so did my need for a bathroom. I now had one hand between my legs, and another hand scanning Google Maps, trying to find any relief stops near us. But of course, rural mountain roads aren’t the most reliable source of internet connection. I thought about asking Jake to stop so I could get out and go, but since everyone was diverted, like us, we had cars in front and behind us. And with narrow, slippery roads, there wasn’t enough space to stop and pull over, or safely get off the road. A sinking feeling set in. My sense of chivalry was no longer important to me, he was my husband after all.

‘Jake it’s getting worse, I need to find relief ASAP.’

‘I don’t know how to help babe, I’m trying.’

He was obviously noticing the severity of the situation, as he placed his foot on the gas, going up to the safest speed limit for these roads. I watched him stare at me anxiously as I shoved both hands inside my pants, trying to hold back the pee from escaping.

As the car climbed higher into the range, my need for a bathroom reached a breaking point, and the urgency in my voice became palpable. "Jake," I gasped, my face contorted with discomfort, "I really can't hold it much longer."

"I know, Clara," Jake signed, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of civilization or a restroom. "Just a little longer, okay? Let's try some deep breathing together."

He reached over, placing one hand on my shoulder to guide me through deep, calming breaths. "Inhale deeply...hold it for a moment...now exhale slowly," he coached, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rising panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the seatbelt tightly. "It's not working, Jake," I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation.

But as the minutes ticked by, my resolve wavered. I clutched the dashboard, my face flushed with embarrassment and defeat. "Jake," I whispered, tears forming in her eyes, "I can't...I'm so sorry."

Before Jake could respond, the inevitable happened. My efforts to hold it in proved futile, as the pee rushed out of me, soaking my jeans and the car seat beneath me.

For a moment, silence filled the car, save for my muffled sobs and Jake's stunned expression. The weight of the situation hung heavy between us.

"I'm so sorry, Jake," I managed to choke out, tears streaming down her face.

Jake took a deep breath, reaching over to comfort me. "It's okay sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy and understanding. "Accidents happen. We'll figure this out together."

[deeplightblue]

Getting off the ship & leaving the restaurant. It’s been a fun ride y’all 😔

I keep thinking about this blind item Deuxmoi published in their June 16 newsletter. Later on when someone asked if it was about N and L they said they didn’t even realize, which I find weird. Now, I think we all know blind items can be sent by anyone on any topic and don’t have to reflect the truth at all. And I definitely don’t believe gossip that I see on DM without a credible source confirming.

So this is probably some troll’s doing and I’m not even going to talk about the N being married part lol. Nothing worth mentioning, actually. But still it resurfaced some thoughts I had.

I truly think N and L loves each other deeply, I don’t believe even the greatest actors could keep playing their characters for months and appear that convincing. Nor do I think they are disingenuous people who will simply fake a friendship for the sake of promo. I’m very confused about the nature of their relationship and whether it’s romantic or platonic, I think even they themselves might be confused on this part, but there is love regardless.

However I cannot help but think L is trying to distance himself from N, at least publicly. I cannot think of any other explanation for the pap pics just a couple of hours after the London premiere. I do not know if it was really him/his team who arranged those pics but if it was them, I think it’s only natural to take it as a “enough with the shipping, I have a gf” slap on fans’ faces. Like, couldn’t you wait for a week maybe?

I saw this being mentioned on some blog here but when you check his insta profile you could hardly tell he was the lead of Bton and co-star of Nic, and mind you it’s only been 3 weeks since part 2 was released. Of course he doesn’t have to share anything but it feels weird him posting his solo endeavors and not the project he put so much effort and time into.

Combined with those pap pics it seems like he is really trying to distance himself from N. But it’s not like there is bad blood between them or anything, we kept seeing them being comfortable and cute around each other until June 12, hours before the premiere. He even mentioned her name in a very silly & sweet manner on Jimmy Fallon. So, what’s the deal?

I think it must be very frustrating to have people read so much into every step you take, so I could understand him in a way. Nobody knows anything about their lives and relationship, we all just speculate and seeing those speculations must be annoying for them. But wouldn’t a simple insta post on how N is his good friend and “buddy” and another post with his gf appear a lot more genuine if shipping is the problem here?

I don’t know. This is my first time doing this with actors and I’ve been in this space for only a month or so, so these are all new to me. I truly believed they were each other’s soulmates and it was enchanting to witness whatever it was going on between them. And if they are just good friends that’s perfect too, I mean how many of us have that kind of connection or chemistry with our “friends”? Good for them!

But sensing his efforts of disassociating his public image from Bton and Nic just breaks my heart. That said, I am officially getting off the ship. I’m leaving the restaurant. My tiny heart cannot take it anymore. Also, it feels disrespectful to L to keep shipping them when it’s clear he doesn’t want that for some reason.

I will love and support both of them separately but I’ll TRY not to post any content about their possible romance. While I cannot promise that I’ll remain faithful to my decision I’ll try my best.

Cheers mfs.

😔

[numberonetacostan]

HIHIHI 🦐 ANON AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED MY HC 🥺 i have so many omg

im assuming that there's not a lot of food sources available for taco so by this point she has gotten used to going about her day with very little emergy/feeling hungry, she would forget to eat a lot (or purposefully not eat to "conserve food" for others/for more difficult times) and mic has to remind her a lot

taco has probably gotten decently good at living in the woods and making do with stuff because assuming she has scavenged for food or whatever in that forest she could be growing her own food or actually hunting

she's probably semi-good at tech stuff, near test tube's level if not just as good (when she first acquires the invisibow it glitches out/breaks after a few tries but then later on it just never breaks once ? which leads me to assume she fixed it up/improved it somehow.) also the other 2 invisibows had to come from somewhere (the one knife broke and mic/mepad's bow)

she probably has a hoarding problem XD

i think i read a post of yours mentioning she has insomnia because of the forest but consider. she has insomnia because she has to stay alert so she doesn't get caught by the other contestants/anyone in general while she was living in the woods (if you already mentioned this before ignore it HAHA i am so forgetful)

ok that's all the hcs i can remember for now 💛💛 i love reading your posts and i love taco

OMG HI AGAIN SHRIMPY!!! 🦐🦐🦐🦐 I am going to call you shrimpy that is your name now. Welcome back and thank you for returning with more headcanons!!!!^^^^^^

TACO ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT EAT MUCH!!!! I've asked Justin about it, I've discussed (and your second hc for that matter!!) with my buddy @based-and-uncouth, I love this hc so so so much!!! Taco does NOT have easily access to good food sources in the woods!!! She has to conserve what little she does have, and combined with how harsh living in the wild is on one's body, and how small she is, she is unhealthily thin and generally unwell!! She would definitely keep those habits post-canon even when food is more plentiful!!! She just can't shake that fear so easily, yeah? Not to mention, after a period of starvation, a person has to up their portion sizes slowly so they don't make themselves sick!! Even if she wants to, she just can't start eating full portions right away!!! Mic would absolutely remind her to eat and help her out with getting her weight up <3.

And she absolutely has a range of survival skills after her years in the woods!!! Post-canon she would be pretty vital to building up their community, even if not everyone really trusts her, because she knows the most about the terrain, where to bathe, where to find food, and most importantly what food is and isn't safe to eat!!!! I'd imagine like, OJ or something trying to go out and make food on his own without consulting Taco, and then vomiting for a few hours because he used something unsafe in his dish. Lesson learned.

I LOVE HER BEING GOOD WITH TECH!!! Definitely not at a test tube level, it doesn't come as naturally to her, but she's a smart cookie (or a smart taco, I suppose) and could figure plenty out I'd bet!!! I believe she steals the other invisibow for Mic at the same time she steals her black one, and the other one we see in the beginning of episode 15 comes from a box of Testy/LB's things, so I think she just made another one after she "lost" the other two. But Taco does mess with Mepad's teleportation, and even if she doesn't manage to disable his own teleporting, she does enable herself to teleport, which I'd argue is more impressive. Techy Taco my beloved!!!

She would have a hoarding problem!!! Not sure if you meant items or food, but either way I'm with you. I made a post about her hoarding food a while back, so I'm just gonna talk about her hoarding stuff!!! Because Taco has pretty much nothing!!! The only possessions of hers that we see are ones she steals!!! Every resource she can get her hands on is important and must be kept!!! And she'd keep this mindset post-canon, even when she's hoarding pretty objectively useless stuff!!! Mic might help her out with this one too, helping Taco remember that she'll have all her needs met now and that she isn't in any danger <3.

I thiiiiiiink I did mention that when I was talking about her insomnia? But maybe I didn't!!!! Either way I will NOT ignore it because you are right!!!! 🎤 shout it louder anon!!!!! Taco is on constant alert in that forest which makes it very hard for her to sleep!!!!! She does NOT want to get caught!!!! I imagine her worst night is the night after Knife finds out about her and Mic's alliance.

[aerdendios]

November DWC 2024 Day 3 - Strength Warning: Spiders, some implied gore, death Read Part 1 Read Part 2

~ Months Ago ~

Aerden awoke with a pained gasp, eyes wide but unable to see anything in the pitch black. He could move, but only barely. Something was surrounding him and holding him in place. and every time he shifted any part of his bare skin that touched his cage burned. Luckily, his innate healing abilities seemed to kick in even while unconscious, creating a constant ebb and flow of magic within, while leaving him exhausted in the process. 

The material was sticky, but had enough gaps to allow for air. Knowing what had attacked Dalaran, he could make assumptions as to what he was being held within. With as deep of a breath as he could muster, he closed his eyes and held his palm out against the barrier, channeling what he could into that one area. With a small flash of jade light and a forceful push, he stumbled forward out of his webbed cocoon and fell to his knees against a slightly spongy and damp surface. 

Falling silent as he backed himself against a wall, he listened for any skittering nearby, uncertain if his escape had caught the attention of any creatures. He also took that time to attempt to adjust his eyes to the pitch black while pulling away as much of that viscous, toxic web from any bare flesh. There were a handful of light sources scattered around from what he could assume was a crack or break in the surrounding cavernous structure, and as soon as his sight was better he would attempt to make his way towards one of them.

After a few minutes of silent, wide-eyed staring, he was better able to see the massive, sprawling cavern, and a few of its inhabitants gathered over at the far end. Giant spider-like creatures, great. This was, officially, the worst. Thankfully he was in a small alcove and mostly out of sight from those things. Eyes darted around, trying to find his best path of escape, but eventually landed on some nearby webbed masses. Is this what he had been trapped within? Perhaps there were survivors in these other cocoons as well. 

He reached into the side of his partially disintegrated boot, retrieving a knife that was still snugly tucked within. Gently running the blade along the surface of one of the mounds, he pried the sticky mess open with both hands, wincing in pain as the poison began to eat at his skin. Immediately he retracted both hands and fell backwards when a pink slush began to seep out of the opening he created, and the pungent scent of decay hit his nostrils. He silently retched, immediately realizing that this webbing was meant to liquify its inhabitants - and had done so to this poor soul. Whoever…whatever they had been.

Eyes flit around to the dozens of other lumps, wondering if any of them were still alive. Some could have been like him, able to heal through the slow-moving toxin. He had to know, as unpleasant as that would be, he needed to find other survivors. Also, he didn’t want to be alone in this forsaken hellhole.

The majority were dead, in various states of decomposition, but after an hour he had managed to find a Kaldorei demon hunter. Some of them had developed a literal thick skin over the years which aided greatly in keeping the poison at bay. After she got her wits about her, and with the aid of some gentle healing, she began to desperately claw at any remaining cocoons nearby, murmuring quietly, “There’s more of us here, keep looking.”

Aerden squinted in the dark, she almost looked familiar, but there would be time to figure that out later. Hopefully. He resumed his search, and found another of her kin who hadn’t made it, but was still whole just enough for her to ID. 

“Healer, over here.” She hissed in a gravelly voice.

Aerden quietly scampered over and a gasp caught in his throat as he realized who she had found, “Dajjelen?”

“Help him.” She demanded with a quiver in her tone.

Aerden leaned down closer to his friend’s face while watching his chest, feeling the pulse point on his neck, then his wrists, “I…he…” He swallowed hard, “He’s dead.”

“No. I can still see his aura. Help him.”

“But he’s…” Aerden checked again just to make sure, “He’s gone, there’s nothing I can do.”

“Bring him back.” Her tone sharpened as she snarled in his face. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and honestly neither was he.

Resurrection wasn’t completely unheard of, especially if someone had only recently died and their spirit had yet to pass on. He had witnessed it first hand, all from healers far more skilled than himself. He wasn’t even sure what to do, or how to do it, but it needed to be done now. The adrenaline was wearing off and he could feel his strength starting to give.

The demon hunter grabbed his hands and pressed them to Dajjalen’s chest, keeping her hands atop of his. “I will help, do it now.”

Do what now!? And how was she going to help!? The internal panic was real, but this was his friend. One that had saved him from death, and now he needed to do the same. With a shaky breath, he exhaled slowly and concentrated on channeling whatever else was left in him out through those open palms. He had to restart his heart and heal any of the damage done by a lack of oxygen, and with keeping those thoughts in mind, his hands began to glow. The magic seeped into Dajjalen’s body, spreading from his core outwards as Aerden’s vision began to form that dark tunnel, slowly closing inwards too quickly for him to do anything about it. With one final burst of energy and magic, everything went dark.

@dajjalen @daily-writing-challenge

[ukulelevillainwrites]

who follows the rules anyway?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

complete

pairing : anthony lockwood x she/her reader

word count : 3.4k

notes : with this part the plot actually takes off, more will happen in part 3 obviously i'm just getting started ;)

The following day they met again at the client’s house to take care of the final details. They explained that the clock was the source and that they had to get rid of it for the haunting to cease. She simply needed to open the case and they would be on their way. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy as it should have been.

“This clock has been in my family for generations. I don’t care what you say, you are not taking this heirloom to be burned among other rubbish.” Mrs. Overton was very upset. She didn’t want to hear any advice given and categorically refused to open the case.

“I understand your disappointment Madam, but if you want your house to be safe again, I really don’t see any other solution.” Mrs Dufour explained.

The conversation had been lasting for hours. Well, metaphorically at least. It really had been 15 minutes, but hearing a client complain about the source wasn’t what y/n liked about her job.

“What if you got display cases made out of silver glass?”

All eyes turned to her.

“Maybe we could find a compromise, we keep your clock while you install new displays and put it back once everything is made safe. That way you can still enjoy your family’s history without the creeping fear. Would that be possible Mrs. Dufour?”

“I don’t think-”

“That is an excellent idea!” Mrs. Overton exclaimed.

“But Mrs. Overton I’m not sure it could be that simple. I really think you should consider giving up your clock.” Mrs. Dufour objected.

“I’d rather keep it. Hopefully you oversee young people with practical solutions! You should listen to them.”

Kipps and Bobby had smiles on their faces, but Mrs. Dufour glared in her direction.

They agreed on a date to bring back the clock, signed a few papers and soon after the team was on its way back to the Fittes headquarters.

“You did a great job keeping our client satisfied today y/n. I’m really impressed.” Kipps said.

“Th- Thank you. That means a lot.” She looked down at her feet, she felt incredibly intimidated. Somehow, she still wasn’t used to receiving that many compliments. She finally got those four words she had waited a month to hear. Her dream of taking on more responsibilities was getting closer, she could feel it.

“Miss y/n, could I have a word with you?”

Her happiness was cut short. Was she really in trouble because she tried to keep a client happy with their service?

“Your behavior today was extremely disrespectful. Contradicting a supervisor in front of a client is beyond unprofessional. What image of the Fittes organization does it send? I hope you won’t do this again.”

“I was just trying to keep Mrs. Overton satisfied. But I understand.” She tried to remain civil. But really she had a hard time not rolling her eyes.

“Good. Now I must leave, I have another appointment.”

“I can take the clock back to Fittes’ if you want. It’s where we’re headed anyway.”

“Thank you but it won’t be necessary.”

“Really it’s no trouble at all.”

“I’ll take care of it myself, no need to insist. Good day.”

What a nice and pleasant person. Clearly if she considered this insubordination, she must have had her hands full when she had to supervise George. As she thought about him, she noticed how insistent she was on bringing the clock back herself. Especially if she had another meeting before…

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“You should break into her office too.”

“Haha very funny. Will you ever stop making fun of George? He really was worth knowing if you gave him a shot. You shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss him.” she told El.

“I’m not joking. If he’s such a great guy maybe, he was onto something. And her behavior with you was in fact very suspicious.”

“I think I might be reading into some things. I was tired, I’m probably not even remembering it right. Plus, it would serve me right if I got caught and ended up like George. How am I supposed to become a higher up in the Fittes organization with that on my record?”

“Yes, but you don’t see the bigger picture. If you expose her activities, you get all the praise and move up the ladder even faster.”

They couldn’t be serious. How could they even offer to do this? On the other hand, she was very curious to see what Mrs. Dufour could be hiding.

“There’s no way I’m doing this.”

“I wouldn’t let you do this alone! I’ve got your back. I would be on the lookout; you take five minutes inside her office and you come out without being seen. It’s no big deal. And if she is at a meeting right now chances are she won’t be back for hours. Now’s our chance!”

She considered their offer. How could she even think about doing this? But if she didn’t find anything, it would put to rest her suspicions. And if they did find something, it would benefit her in every way possible.

“Okay let’s go right now. But I’m only staying inside for two minutes, non-negotiable.”

“As you wish.”

They located the office easily. It was on the first floor, second office on the left after the elevators. It was lunch time, everything was quiet. y/n couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Her mind dissociated from her body. It went totally blank and watched as her fingers methodically picked the lock to Mrs. Dufour’s office. El stayed outside to warn her if someone came nearby. She entered the room with determination, trying to remain calm. Her heart was beating atrociously fast. What was she doing? As she stared at the desk in front of her she realized she had no idea what she was looking for. A source from another case that hadn’t been burned maybe? She opened a first drawer, and a second, a third… Nothing. That was such a bad idea. She had to leave. Now. As she turned around the door slammed. Oh no. Was Mrs. Dufour back already? Would El be able to distract her long enough for her to exit discreetly?

“I heard her mumble something about sources being stolen and suspicious behaviors, I didn’t catch all of it but it sounded like nonsense.”

That was El’s voice. What were they doing? She heard steps coming her way. She needed to hide. As she stepped behind a coat hanger near the door, Mrs. Dufour entered the room.

“Miss y/n, I know you are in here. Come out. Right. Now.”

She was holding her breath. There was no escape. She took a step forward. El was standing next to Mrs. Dufour. But they didn’t look panicked. In fact, they were smiling.

“I can’t believe this is the second agent I find here illegally this week. Between your behavior this morning and your break-in, insubordination isn’t enough to describe your insolent attitude.”

No words came out of her mouth. The shock she felt froze her in place.

“You are of course fired, that goes without saying. You can collect your things, I want you gone by the end of the day.”

“I’ll walk her out.” El said, a proud look on their face.

This wasn’t happening. It was just another vivid dream that merged with reality. She was going to wake up in her bed, the sun slowly rising in her window, and none of this would have happened. This could not be the end of her career. Her dream could not be crumbling in front of her eyes in just an instant, to be replaced with a horrific nightmare instead. No this wasn’t real.

“I can’t believe you followed me that easily to be honest.”

She looked up at El, tears now starting to blur her vision. She could only frown.

“But I guess when you’re that naïve and gullible you can’t possibly be qualified to be a supervisor. People like you shouldn’t be put in charge at all to be honest. I’ll never understand why you of all people were selected to be on Kipps’ team. Well now I guess there’s a spot open.” They said with a wink.

She shoved her “friend” aside.

“You betrayed me to get my job?”

“I would say I was smart and did my job correctly, betray makes me sound like a villain.”

y/n had shared a room with El for the past 4 months, she had grown to like them. Of course they were close, they basically lived together. Trust was part of the deal. How could she ever sleep next to that person again? Oh. Right. She wouldn’t have to. As of now she didn’t have a job and didn’t have a place to live either. She would be kicked out of the Fittes housing. She needed to get out, to walk, to breathe. She felt the walls closing in on her, she couldn’t breathe.

She rushed back to her room, tears streaming down her face. She opened her suitcase and bags, filled them with her stuff without taking the time to fold anything. She had to get out of here fast, she couldn’t look El in the eyes. She didn’t want to see their face at all. How could they have pretended for so long, putting on phony smiles and cheering at her success when really they just planned on replacing her one way or another? What did she do to deserve their hate? Was she really the problem? Maybe El was right. Maybe she was too naïve to ever be successful. Maybe she had brought this on herself.

She put on her backpack, took her rapier and her suitcase and exited the room. As she closed the door, El was coming back.

“I see you can’t get out fast enough. Good for you. Enjoy the night watch!” They had an arrogant smirk across their face.

She dropped her luggage, took one step closer and punched her dear friend in the face. They brought their hand up to stop the bleeding and looked at her with pure hatred in their eyes.

“Enjoy the broken nose!”

----

That helped relieve some tension. But she still felt like shit. What was she going to do? She couldn’t just go back home. Her parents would be so disappointed. Not because of the career but because she got fired. And because of the reason why she got fired. She was so ashamed of herself. How could she do something so stupid?

She wandered the streets of London, luggage in hand, for hours, lost in thought and mostly beating herself up. Aside from her life falling apart it was a beautiful day. The leaves were starting to change color, the light was still warm and golden. A fresh breeze rustled her hair as she crossed the street. She had no idea where she was going. She didn’t know that part of London well. She had passed Mayfair at least 15 minutes ago and was now in a more residential part of the city. The white houses had lavender at their balconies and most of them had an iron gate in front of the stairs that led to their door. The neighborhood was quiet and everything was still except for two crows hopping around at the end of the street. She was staring into space when a sudden loud noise made her jump. It was a malfunctioning ghost lamp that had went off even though curfew wasn’t for another couple of hours. It made her look up and she saw a sign reading Portland Row. That sounded familiar. Where had she heard of that street before? Wasn’t George living nearby? What was the number he had told her… 45? No, 35. She could always pay him a visit. It’s not like she had any place to be.

She hesitated. He would probably laugh at her. Though the situation was ridiculous. At least she would make someone smile. And she would get a cup of tea before wandering some more for the whole night. She looked for the number 35 and saw the sign across the street. She stared at the house for a while. She felt nervous for some reason. She looked at herself in a car window. She looked like a mess. Her hair was tangled, her eyes swollen from crying so much. George would probably take pity on her. That was so embarrassing. But given how her day was going she didn’t really care anymore.

As she opened the iron gate, she noticed a wooden sign that read “A. J. Lockwood & Co. Investigators”. The name didn’t ring a bell. The sign looked brand new. She vaguely remembered George mentioning a friend he was working with, but it didn’t look like she had met them before.

She felt lost. She wanted to run away, her shame growing with every step she took towards the door. It was almost unbearable. Burying herself into the woods in the middle of nowhere sounded more appealing suddenly. She forced her hand to knock on the door. She waited a few seconds that felt like hours. After a minute she figured they might be out. She turned around, ready to leave. This was a terrible idea. It was getting rid of the last tiniest bit of dignity she still had. As she stepped back one step the door suddenly opened.

“Hello, welcome to Lockwood & Co. Do you have an appointment?”

She turned around, surprised by the voice behind her.

“H-Hi George…”

“y/n? I didn’t expect you to come by so soon.” He looked at her and realized she didn’t look as proper as she’s used to. “Are you okay?”

“Not really if I’m being honest. Could I come in?”

“Of course, yes please”

He showed her inside.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Don’t worry it’s a slow day, I was just cleaning the kitchen.”

The hallway felt welcoming and seemed traditional at first. But as she walked deeper into the house, she noticed the masks hanging on the walls, the rapiers in the umbrella stand, the ancient weaponry on the shelves. The atmosphere was homely but also unsettling. It wasn’t unpleasant or threatening though. She felt strangely at ease.

They settled in a living room with the same atmosphere as the hallway. He brought her some tea and doughnuts she felt really grateful for.

“So, do you wanna talk about what happened to you? You clearly look like you’ve had a rough day.”

“I got fired from Fittes.” She blurted out. There. She’d said it out loud. It was official. George opened round eyes and looked at her in total disbelief. As he was about to say something she added

“For the same reason you got fired.”

George stared at her. His eyes couldn’t get any wider. They looked at each other for several minutes. After what felt like an hour George burst out laughing. y/n quickly followed. She relieved all the tension and stress she had been accumulating today. They laughed, laughed and laughed until they were out of breath.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Unfortunately, I am.” She said wiping a tear. At least this one wasn’t from sadness or anger.

“But what? How?” He could barely articulate full sentences.

She told him the full story. How she hadn’t believed anything he had told her. How Mrs. Dufour’s behavior had been strange. How she got talked into breaking the rules. How she was betrayed. How stupid and gullible she felt. How guilty she felt. For once it was her turn to talk. George found himself on the other side and listened closely to the whole thing.

“You really go all out when you break the rules.”

This threw them into another fit of laughter. At this moment, they heard the front door close.

“Hey George, sounds like you’re having fun. Who’s your friend?”

She turned around to look at the guy who had just entered. Her smile dropped. Could this day get any worse? Standing in front of her was the most arrogant and pretentious guy she had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

He took a step forward, putting out his hand as he said

“I’m Anthony Lockwood, pleasure to meet you. You must be y/n, George told me you would be stopping by.”

She stared at him; her anger rekindled. She didn’t shake his hand and simply waited, remaining perfectly still. After a few seconds he casually took a seat in a sofa opposite the couch she was sitting on.

“You look familiar, have we met before?”

She couldn’t believe him. Of course he didn’t remember. If the doughnuts hadn’t been that good, she would have gotten up and left without looking back. But she was desperately hungry, and she wasn’t so eager to spend the night wandering the streets of London with no place to go.

“You might have seen me around near Fittes, but I don’t think we’ve met.” She answered politely. He looked at her with a strange intensity, his expression briefly unreadable before changing into a complaisant smile. “It’s nice to finally meet George’s colleague.” She concluded.

“Well, more like his employer technically.”

For heaven’s sake. She mustered all the self-control she had left to not roll her eyes. She forced a smile, but it looked cold and stiff. The room fell silent, but it was probably for the best.

“So how are things going over at Fittes?” Lockwood asked her. He was trying to start the conversation again but there was a certain disdain in his tone that she didn’t appreciate.

George shot her a glance before turning insistent eyes towards Lockwood. It was sweet how considerate he was trying to be.

“Not that great actually since I was fired a few hours ago.” She said in a nonchalant tone.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” He looked at his shoes, avoiding eye contact. “Having heard you laugh so much I expected a much happier context.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“No, I didn’t mean-” He stopped mid-sentence. He looked defeated and just drank his tea in silence.

George turned towards her.

“So what are you gonna do now?”

“I haven’t got the slightest idea…” She admitted. “Maybe wandering the streets of London tonight will inspire me.”

“You don’t have a place to stay?” George asked, a certain worry in his voice.

“All the trains were booked, so I couldn’t go back home.” She lied. She didn’t want to admit that she was scared to tell her family about her situation. “I could always find a hotel I guess.”

“Don’t bother, you can stay with us tonight. Right, Lockwood?”

“Um, sure. I have an extra room in the attic.”

Fantastic. That was just what she needed. To stay even longer in his company.

“I really don’t want to impose. I’m sure you’ll be better off without me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s just one night. It’s the least I can do after putting those ideas about Mrs. Dufour in your head. It’s all my fault really.”

“Why would you say that?” Lockwood asked, intrigued.

“I sort of got fired for the same reason he did.” She admitted. She couldn’t help the shy smile that appeared on her face. She genuinely wanted to laugh at herself.

Lockwood laughed at the situation too. He looked at her with a charming smile but she felt like he was laughing at her for being so naïve.

“Rule number one around George is to do the exact opposite of what he does.”

“I had my reasons for acting like this. I wasn’t blindly imitating him, she was being suspicious.” She said defensively.

“Maybe next time, or at least if there is a next time, don’t let George’s wild theories get to you.” He said with a wink. There was another face she wanted to punch.

She took a deep breath to keep her urges under control. Giving in to anger would only get her kicked out and then she would really be wandering the streets all night. She could always find another plan tomorrow but for now she needed to eat and to sleep soundly. The day had been exhausting.

[study-core-101]

Hii your blog is so inspiring and helpful ❤

I don't know if you already posted about this but I want advice :D

I'm studying the equivalent to High School in my country (two years only) and I'm trying to strive more. Lately I have realised that I never have free time. I spend the afternoons studying, then I have dinner with my parents, watch something on TV, go to sleep and at those hours I'm so tired that I don't have the energy to do anything else I enjoy. Meanwhile, I see my friends and others at my class going out, going to extracurriculars, getting things done faster...

I've always had the feeling that I only do the things I like during summer break.

I can't help but wonder how am I gonna do when I'm in collage (if I actually get there)!

I would like to ask you if you had any advice, or tips about managing time etc

Pd: sorry if this was too long, personal or if I made any gramatical mistakes lol

Hii, sorry it took me so long to answer! From what I heard, it sounds like so kind of burnout. I'm no expert on this topic, so I'm going to leave the links of the sources just in case! (x) (x)

One of main components it's exhaustation. Feeling tired all the time and having no energy. Not only it impacts the mental and physicial health, but the perfomance. This usually stems of being always "on", overwork culture/mentality, pressure (whether internal or external) and the dislike of the tasks. What I recommend is:

Actually rest. Do activities that make mentally rest or dont do any activity, just take some time for yourself. Listen to your favourite music, take a bath, do some breathing exercise. Relax. Here are some more mental rest activities.

Dont beat yourself for resting. A lot of times, we "rest" but it isnt actually rest, because instead of focusing on yourself you are worrying about not doing anything productive 24/7. That looks like rest, but it isnt, it is just more tiring. All the toxic productivity mentality has to go.

Schedule time to do nothing. Establish clear moments for resting.

Take breaks.

Prioritaze tasks. Yes, we all want to have everything done perfectly and complete, but sometimes that is just impossible. The best way to classify them in order is 1) urgent and important; 2) not urgent but important; 3) urgent but no important; and 4) not urgent not important.

Have a good sleep schedule.

Drink water and eat all your meals

Find a hobbie or something you are passionate or at least midly interested on. Something that fills you with joy and seek to. At the beggining it will feel like a waste of time, but once you find something, well, let's just say, try it.

Another thing is the mindset. Negative thinking is unmotivating and tiring. Switching to a more possitive mentality does wonders.There are a lot of ways to reframe negative thoughts, I'm not familiar with most of them so I cant really explain, but here is an article that explains on detail how to do it.

Even though exhaustation and mentality are key to feeling burn out, inefficiency also has an important role. There are millions of study methods, but not a single one works for every person. Maybe you use a "good" study technique, but it isnt the right one for you. I'd recommend trying new ways of studying you havent tried before, see if at least one works for you. I'm going to honest with you, I dont know a lot of methods, since i found the one that works with me I havent tried new ways, here is a list of study methods with explanations that I'm using to draft future posts. Here are the links for the posts are posted about blurting, feynman and pq4r, if any of those sound helpful.

SELF CARE!!!!! Self-care is so important. It's been a common theme in this post, but I will repeat it once more, take care of yourself.

If these are also helpful, I'll leave the links for previous posts about motivation to start, motivation in general, and a reward system for motivation. Not all the tips in those posts will work, actually, some of them may contradict with what I just said, but I posted them with a different situation in mind. Take the tips that will help you and ignore the ones you think will just make it worse.

Hope this helps and good luck!

[teenietinytangerine]

THE TRUTH UNTOLD;

part i. chapter 3.

prev > chapter 1, chapter 2. content disclaimer: light cursing, soft smut. not proofread. pairing: gumiho!yoongi x oc btvs saein (moodboard) summary: Saein was activated as a Slayer during The Reckoning, a spell liberating every Potential Slayer to their full ability. Recently, a client asked her to get rid of a Gumiho (succubus-like in the story, nine-tailed fox) that had taken hold of a house he inherited. A few shenanigans later, the Slayer offered herself up to the Gumiho to feed him. (the story is in media res, if ppl are interested in knowing how they actually met, I might write that in the future)

The prophecies. The legends. All leading to ... her destiny? In Hwachang? The misty city in the south of Seoul, was sitting prettily on top of a Hellmouth, a fissure between realities that let demons in and attracted the local bloodsuckers, kooky wizards and the occasional delusional mummy to its source, but nothing to worry! For the Slayer (or one of anyway, nowadays they operated more in the thousand, which was still quite a low number considering it was worldwide, but you gotta admit it is better that the One, unique, singular numero uno it used to be) had made it her home a few years back already and kept the lid on the infernal soup brewing in there. Somewhat. As best as she could, you know, while juggling her two part-times and gig in the band to whom she promised she wouldn't miss another concert or she would clean Lee's drumset off the gums the kids stuck there with a toothbrush.

But you gotta stake a vampire's heart first!

Or fix the Gumiho issue the sunny-smiled client had brought to your door, and with payment for a change.

... And now, she was waking up in his bed.

Snuggled against him, his warmth, his slow breathing. For the first time in years, she had dreamt of nothing. Her mind had been preoccupied with rest only. Even as she rose back into consciousness, there was something peaceful in the room with the way the light was turning golden through the curtains, or was it the summer breeze of the evening? Saein couldn't remember why she was fighting off the urge to fall back in, let the embrace of oblivion wrap her once again. It was his presence, the fox, the sneaky little fox she had thrown herself at his mercy and could not find any regrets for, innocently dozing off behind her that awoke her fully. She didn't even know what a Gumiho was a month ago and now she was spooning with one, wondering if she should interrogate the reason it felt like an elephant had took off his foot from her chest and ultimately deciding to leave that for the next spiralling down existential crisis that was most likely looming around soon. In the meantime, she'd enjoy the lightness.

Her sleepy gaze fell on his curled hand that he had kept where she put it, hugging her from behind, right next to her own arm and she was, without realizing, noting their every detail: the paths his veins were drawing on his pale skin, the pinkish color of his knuckles, how long his fingers extended despite being crouched over themselves... Her mind wandered towards those fingers' abilities. The way he could sense and absorb emotions, but not any emotion, hers, no, no not exactly, not any of hers either, just pleasure. Her thoughts drifted back to what those fingers did to her only a few hours before, how they felt on her body, in her body... The memory alone is enough to bring back the electric warmth. It felt like trying to remember a dream that kept escaping her. The more she tried to recount all the details, the more she grew restless, the proximity of his body right next to her seeming too far, and the more the view of those fingers being so close to her skin and yet motionless was driving her bonkers.

Suddenly, it occurred to her. Once again, somehow, she had her back to him. Maybe it was because they were practically in the same position than in the bathroom, and her body was merely reacting to the recall like, like... muscle memory, or something. She wanted needed to see his face. She turned slowly to face him, and the change of position made his hand slip to her waist. Damnit. But now she could see him. Half his face snuggled into a pillow, the fox looked peaceful, almost innocent. So human, not a single feature betraying him. His long raven hair fell across his eyelids, his cheeks were fuller you would expect, and, like a magnet, her gaze fell to his well-defined lips. Once again, she felt the rythme of her heart accelerate and a fog rise amidst her better judgment as she leaned ever so slightly. "You're..."  Gorgeous. It was stupid how gorgeous he looked. It would be pointless trying to explain the harmony of his traits, he might as well have been sculpted by the fabric of the universe itself.  

"Hm?" His grumbling scared the living bejesus out of her, with his cave-like voice, awakening from the depth of his sleep and stopping her cold in her tracks. He opened his eyes and for a moment they were both frozen, neither willing to give in nor escape whatever this situation was. Saein, going as far as tilting her head as if she was not leaning mere inches away from him, innocently echoed: "Hm?"

Yoongi's eyes were flickering all over her face, trying to figure her out and finding himself completely unable to. That was not how things usually go. By now, she should be miles away from here, actually she shouldn't even be in his bed. ACTUALLY, a Slayer, should not even be in the same city than him, and definitely not offer herself up and even less should he be able to still taste her in his veins, and crave her... Her scent should not be all over his sheets, and he should not be woken up with her, above him, taunting him.

Saein moved closer, and he recognized the same look she had given him in the bathtub. "What are you-" he said absentmindedly, as his whole brain, barely awakened, was shutting down in the attempt to process the situation, only aware in this instant of her face closing the distance on his. As if she was in a  trance, she continued to mumble to herself "You look..." The words died on her lips as she could no take off her eyes from his. If only she knew how he was looking at her, completely puzzled and adoring with defeat the confusion she was putting him through, but her attention was entirely on her own realization of his absolute sinful beauty she was gorging herself in.

She swallowed the last distance between them and let the end of the sentence crash on his mouth, unfinished, sealing the answer with a kiss that felt like silk, mellow and light. This time, the fox was not as taken aback as he was before, but still, he had no time to process or react before she halted it. "You've got to stop doing that", he murmurs behind his breathe as they are close enough to hear any whisper from each other. "Why?" The fever was still very much present in her. "It's not what I usually ..." "It's not part of the ritual?" She rubbed her nose against his, he bit his bottom lip, suddenly crisping, then finally exhaling: "Yeah, something like that." But you're not pushing her off. "You said you fed on my pleasure... Can't you feel it?" He did. Every brush against his nose, the slightest touch of her wandering lips hovering right above his, waiting for nothing more than permission, with every single skin ship, he could feel her, completely, her and the flood of emotions she carried. More than the kiss, it was the eagerness that made him spiral. She was so .. what was she? 

"Christ, you just woke up, what did you dream about to be like that?" But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't deny that she was stirring up his own hunger at an alarming pace. Now, as if she could read his defenses melt away, her fingers were venturing along his neck all the way to his jaw. "I dreamt of a bath." He smirked. The fox is back. "A good bath?" The gumiho slowly rose up, making sure to never wander an inch away from the distance they had established, their breath mingling together.  She tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. Her smile widened. "It wasn't too bad, i guess." That's all it took, Yoongi succumbed to the black hole-like attraction and, truly, fully, kissed her.

 Kissing him was intoxicating. Kissing him was understanding the meaning of lust itself. She felt like she was satisfying a thirst after a drought, like the water had been right out of her reach for days and now it was gliding in her throat and she didn't know how to appreciate the immensity of it. The slayer was a good kisser, but even her had to admit she had never been or kissed like that. She felt no inhibitions with him, and why should she? This was always what she came here for, and intimacy with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. Saein didn't wait to take over, guiding the depth of the kiss to the heights of her expectations, rolling over him for more control, sitting on his chest and her hands sliding in his hair.

The chaste kiss was far gone and they were inhaling each other, exploring how far the other would let them go and neither posing any boundaries if it wasn't for the rush that limited either from melting completely in one movement before another got distracted by wanting more.

The Gumiho was completely overwhelmed. There was a reason he didn't usually kiss. Although the mythical creature fed through every touch, his mouth remained the true mean to do so, and therefore the most sensitive part of him. He had a hard time focusing on her pleasure without getting distracted by his before he could actually eat anything. She made his head spin, dangerously. He got so dismayed by his own efforts to snap out of it that he didn't notice one of her hand forsake his dark hair to travel down his chest and work on the buttons of his silky shirt. He only noticed when she freed his mouth, although he pursued her in a rush, to kiss her way down his neck and when she reached his collarbone, all the buttons had come undone and she was sliding her fingers along his bare skin. "So soft," she whispers in-between pecks, finally giving him a moment to breathe but only as she has a new destination in mind. Before moving any way down further, she suddenly sat back up, straddling him. Here, she was taking him in, slowing down their clock at a still because the view was breathtaking.

Yoongi was having a hard time catching his breath, his eyes slightly rolled back, his mouth still hanging open. He looked both ethereal and lost in ether at once. Her gaze followed the trace of her fingers on his chest, feasting on the wide, soft but defined chest, nearly drooling at it. "Not bad," she sighed.

This was the moment she started to wonder if Gumihos didn't emit pheromones or something  because there was no way she was like that just after a make out session, right?

"Not bad," he repeated. With the golden light from the dying sun coming behind her, the Slayer looked divine. He was looking up at her, standing astride him, her messy onyx hair dripping down on her forehead, the curve of her waist he could distinguish through the enormous tee-shirt he had lent her, her naked thighs pressing against his ribs, and if she were to move back ever so slightly...

His eyes widened when she proceeded to do just that, but instead of following through on his thoughts, she merely bent back to kiss, with tenderness, his chest. She was putting all her attention on how the muscles of his breast reacted to her touch, tensing up and releasing, caressing the smooth skin and the chest hair before adventuring herself onto the most sensitive parts: the brown pinkish buttons enticing her. Her teeth brushed over, then bit above it, before remembering how much she hated him teasing her the same way, which honestly was leaning her more towards teasing him even more but her own desires won and she started licking unceremoniously the nipple, exhorting a deep grunt out of him. He didn't just lost control, he wasn't sure he could remember the meaning of the word. Admittedly, it had been a while since he had been on the receiving end but by the name of all that is evil, what the fuck.

When he felt her hand sneaking down between his legs, he suddenly pulled himself back up, making her slump on her ass on the mattress, wide-eyed.

He coughed with a forced laugh, as if he just remembered something that could not wait. "I forgot you're human! You gotta be hungry." Parsed lips, eye contact nowhere to be seen. Her eyes succinctly fell down below his waist but she did not comment on what she saw and he pretended not to notice but continued with a faster pace. "I'm not going to make you starve, I take care of my guests, I'm not a monster. Wait here." Before she had the chance to riposte, or comprehend the sudden switch, he was gone in a storm.

next chapter

[tonberry-yoda]

One More Time - Sanji (pt. 3) f!reader

pt.1 | pt.2

notes - Hi cuties! My writing inspo is coming back!!! <3 This was for my most recent poll! I decided to do another part of this because this is actually a fun series to write! Thanks to all who love it too and expect a Law fic soon???? Love you bunches!!! word count - 1,064 tags - @sleepyhead0720

The night went by too slowly for your liking. You were alone in that storage room jumping over the smallest noises, fearing that you were going to get caught.

You lied when you told Sanji that you had been in worse situations. You really hadn't. The Strawhat Pirates were famous and not in the good way. If even one spotted you, you would be dead meat. All of them combined had a bigger bounty than you could ever imagine.

But they were so kind. Why?

They looked like they were genuinely having a good time together, being human and laughing. Not only that, but you had heard from outside sources that wasn't the Navy that they had done so much to help others. Especially the captain. With a smile on his face in every wanted poster.

They were definitely a strange bunch, but they intrigued you; made you jealous. You were a crew bouncer, which meant that a lot of the time, you were just joining crew after crew for a pretty penny. Honestly, you stopped caring about the money and just wanted a home. But none of them felt like it.

But here? With all of these lovely people telling jokes and singing songs? It pissed you off. Why couldn't you live like that?

You definitely couldn't now that you were an enemy to them.

You tossed and turned in your sleep not having a clue what time it was because not only did you not have a watch, but you didn't even have a window that could give you a clue.

You were so tired though.

A sigh escaped your lips and you sat up. Sleep wasn't an option anymore, it seemed.

But you jumped to the roof when you heard the trap door open. Yeah, you were screwed. Too tired to fight and in a bad position with what little of a bounty you had on you.

"y/n?" You recognized Sanji's voice as he whispered your name. "y/n, are you down here?"

You peeked from behind a barrel and smiled. "Hey, Sanji!"

He walked over to you and turned on the light. "Hungry?" he asked as he kneeled down with a plate of food.

"I guess I am." you replied after your stomach gave a growl of hunger.

"We're almost to the island by the way. Sooner than we thought too." He leaned his head against a box as he sat across from you and sighed. "We'll be there in about an hour."

"What time is it?"

"Just past eight."

You hummed in response and kept eating. You weren't even on the boat for a full day, but you already missed his cooking.

"How did you sleep?" he asked, trying to hide that he as slightly blushing.

"I dunno. Probably slept a little bit, but I mostly just remember sitting." you admitted.

"I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "Not your fault. I'm the one who crawled on this boat."

For a moment, it was just silence, but Sanji quickly broke it.

"What are you going to do when you leave?"

"What I always do." You set down your plate and wrapped your blanket around your shoulders to warm yourself up. "Travel until I find somewhere to stay."

"That doesn't sound very fun."

"Eh, I'm used to it. A solo pirate, I guess."

"I wish you could join our crew." he giggled.

"Same." You played with a string that was hanging off of your blanket and sighed out of your nose. "But it's fine. I mean, I had fun while I was here. And had some pretty damn good food, if I do say so myself."

"Is that so?" he teased.

You laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "What about you?" you asked. "What are you gonna do once you get to the island?"

"Whatever the captain orders."

"Sounds confining."

"Surprisingly, not really." Sanji moved himself so that he was sitting next to you and slid his hand in yours, clearing his throat. "Better than being in one place."

"I got you there. Traveling is the best."

"No kidding."

You laid your head on Sanji's shoulder and squeezed his hand. "Have you ever felt alone, Sanji?"

He sighed. "Hell yeah I have."

You nodded and felt yourself drift off into sleep.

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"Sanji! Get up here!" You heard someone shout from above you as you woke up. "We're here!"

"Coming! Just give me a second! You guys can get a move on without me, I'll catch up!"

You heard the sound of footsteps above you disappear and you rubbed your eyes.

"Looks like we're here, princess. Get you some beauty sleep?"

You turned to see Sanji smile at you and you smiled back.

"I guess so. I'll get out of your hair though. Thanks for covering me up."

"Don't mention it." He stood up and grabbed your hand, helping you up. "Want me to walk you out?"

"If it's not any trouble."

"I would be happy to."

Sanji slid his hand into yours as you two got off of the boat. The island in front of you was warm and very welcoming. Small, but perfect. You knew you were bound to have a couple nights of rest here.

"Well, I have to get some shopping done before me and the rest of the crew head out." Sanji said. "So, uh... this is goodbye?"

You looked at him and he had misty eyes. The wind blew and his blonde hair followed it along with his cigarette smoke.

"Yeah... Bye, Sanji. Thanks for everything." You went to turn away, but couldn't help yourself as you quickly turned around and fell into his arms. You hugged him so tight that his cigarette fell out of his mouth. His hand reached the back of your head while the other found it's way to your back. You hadn't been hugged like this in ages.

When you pulled away from the hug, it felt like something dropped out of you, made you feel empty. Another goodbye, that's all it was.

"So, you and your crew are leaving as soon as you can?" you asked.

"That's the plan." He ran his fingers through his hair and looked up at the clouds.

He felt your lips softly press against his, but when he looked down, you were gone.

If only he could see you. One more time.

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[fearecia]

In this ongoing learning curve of "oh, these symptoms are actually an allergy response," I've come across some products for use around my house. I've been dealing with dryness on my hands for absolute years, requiring daily moisturizing to combat and keeping cuticle clippers handy to trim off the hang-nails before they get ripped off. I also trim off the slivers of skin that peel back from behind my nails (not technically hang-nails, I don't think).

For the record, I've always struggled with Dawn dish soap (aggressively dries out my hands and will make my knuckles itch and split) and generally stuck to Palmolive (raised on it). I have always been allergic to Dove products (bar soaps, body wash, etc - I blamed the moisturizers in them. No idea if that's the real culprit or not) and have generally used Softsoap or similar products for hand soap. After discovering that everything I was using had fragrance I couldn't smell, I swapped to these products that I could find in my local WinCo.

Ecos Hypoallergenic Dish Soap

Seems to be as effective as the Palmolive. I might be using a bit more soap for the same degreasing effects, or it might just be that since I haven't found a major refill bottle to buy, I'm noticing how fast I go through a bottle (I'm very aggressive in my dish soap use, so this isn't unusual).

Sappho Hill Bar Soaps

I got the Natural one and stuck one on a soap tray in each bathroom in my house. Rinses nicely off my hands and leaves that clean feeling. I haven't aggressively tested it against oils and grease from working on the motorcycle or something similar yet.

The overall redness of my hands has decreased and I'm not struggling with massive levels of dryness anymore. I haven't been picking up the cuticle clippers hardly at all either anymore, though I will admit to not having been paying as close attention to that side effect. I think my nails may also be getting stronger, but I think that correlates more with oral antihistamines more than the soaps. I've had the new products in use for 2-3 weeks now. I think I noted the possible changes in nail thickness over a month ago.

Now that I'm paying more attention, I think I'm also reacting to my shampoo and conditioner, and maybe the body wash. I installed a shower filter that I think made a small difference in the level of red on my chest after taking a shower, but I'm definitely still having issues there. Now that I'm paying attention, the redness pattern seems primarily isolated to my hands, forearms, face and chest, which tracks with the shampoo and conditioner. And I've definitely seen that it shows up right after using my shampoo. So that will be getting swapped out next.

I've also had oily hair but a flaky scalp for like... Ever. I had a brief period of time where that went away when I was being treated for acne with whatever that Vit-A derivative medication is. And then it went away again for a week or two when I was taking all the MCAS meds (I sadly ran into problems with the pharmacy for one medication and started reacting to another, so had to quit both of them). I'm kinda hoping that maybe the oily hair/dry scalp problem is another allergy related issue that I can treat with the appropriate products.

For moisturizing, I currently use Renew Lotion by the Melaleuca Company*. I started using it years ago when I lived on the top of the mountain in Colorado and my skin could not stay hydrated at all. Most lotions barley got me through 24 hours. This stuff took care of my skin for like a week. I've had multiple people who are medical professionals try it and love it (because it helps combat the dryness of constantly washing their hands). I've also had folks who have eczema use it and claim it is better than their prescription lotions. It's not cheap, but it's worth every penny in terms of how much less you need of it and how long the effects last. I will be considering it as another potential allergen source at a later date. For now, I'm barely using it, so I'm not super concerned at the moment.

*Yes, the Melaleuca Company is an MLM from what I can tell. I get the lotion because it's the best thing I've ever found. They have a variety of other products that are probably good as well (tea tree oil is the big component of their stuff) that I have never tried. I get the lotion on Amazon, which is probably about double the cost of what you would pay if you found someone selling the products directly (I used to get it for $20 a bottle with I had friends who worked for them). So, yes, MLM sucks, but products are solid.

Side note, I stumbled over this thread with recommendations for hypoallergenic products for MCAS folks:

Anyway. Just recording things and the process for future me/other people. Goodness knows it's reading things like this that has helped me figure a ton of shit out in the past.

[ducktr0ducin]

You know what, this is really bothering me and I don’t care if my irl friends see this at this point.

So. My psychiatrist is actively making it hell to peruse top surgery.

Back in early June, after two months of being on a wait list I was able to finally enter the consultation process at the plastic surgeon that my main doctor referred me to. Everything went swimmingly! The surgeon even said that should everything go smoothly, we could set up the surgery in 2-3 months. I was, to put it lightly, ecstatic. I hate having breasts. I hate feeling them all the time. Wearing bras is the worst, constantly being aware that they’re there. But I finally had a light at the end of the tunnel.

And then Dana goddamn Foster stepped in.

I wish to note that her profile SPECIFICALLY MENTIONS specializing in LGBTQ+ issues, hence why I do not feel bad at ALL for dropping her name (even if it helps at least one other trans person avoid her, it would all be worth it).

She had been my psychiatrist for roughly a year at that point? We never really talked about me being trans specifically, however, she knew that my chosen name is Ned and I go by he/him. We only really talked about my meds, and effects from the meds. The most we talked about outside of this was how my work was going or if I had any plans for the weekend. Small talk.

Anyways, we needed a Letter of Approval from a psychiatrist to be able to go ahead with the surgery, and so we sent it forwards to Dana without a second thought. The next session I enter with her, she starts the call by saying she had declined approving the letter. I was a little shell shocked that she didn’t even talk to us about it first, but she stood her ground. She said that with my anxiety/paranoia that I “Wouldn’t be able to handle the post op aftercare” and that we needed to find the source of my trauma before I could handle something like that. I was devastated. I tried explaining to her how this was something I had been looking forward to for a long time and how declining it before even talking to me was awful, but she didn’t back down. Eventually, after enough of standing my ground, she said that should my therapist agree that top surgery would be beneficial to me, she would approve the letter. She ended the call by reiterating the crisis hotline, and that if I wanted to kill myself to get to a hospital. At least she’s vaguely aware of the trans experience enough to know the high suicide rates.

So smash cut to therapy like a week or two later. Obviously, my therapist sees no point in withholding a surgery that would ONLY be beneficial to my mental health. The recovery process as well would be at home, only needing to spend a few hours at the hospital post op before being able to rest at home, alleviating a lot of potential paranoia I could experience. So, she sends a notice to Dana about how she’s ok with it, and says that she only wants to check in with my main doctor to make sure she doesn’t want me to be on hrt first.

Now, imagine yesterday, me waking up and getting ready for my call with Dana at 11. Finally approaching the light at the end of the tunnel, right?

.

Dear reader, that light was not the beautiful warmth of the sun, but rather a freight train approaching rapidly to run me over.

Now all of a sudden she never said that she would approve the letter if my therapist approved, and that “You should just get a new psychiatrist who would approve of this, because I will not”. Despite me and another family member being there and hearing that initial wording. I was. Pissed. The call then went on as normal, albeit very strained. We discussed upping my meds to help with me feeling more stressed (gee I wonder WHAT IN THE WORLD could have caused me to feel more stressed), and Dana, in her 150 iq wisdom, says that she never set my meds to be 3ml. On the bottle of medicine she prescribed us. She then proceeded to try and blame both my main care doctor AND the pharmacy for “making a mistake on the bottle.”

The bottle that they just print the label off from your order. But yeah sure the dosage I’ve been taking for months now was just a pharmacy error! Let’s just ignore how it got refilled MULTIPLE TIMES without ever getting that error noticed! How convenient!

And now, this morning, as we’re looking into a new psychiatrist, I noticed something really funny about my patient chart. My gender dysphoria diagnosis was magically gone. Gee, how convenient!

I think that is what pushed me over this edge. This went from “oh, maybe this is just her misremembering” to actively malicious. I feel disgusted, upset, angry, and just sad. Really sad. Anyone who’s ever had to find a new psychiatrist you know how long the process takes to get in. My mood has been worse, I’ve been feeling so physically ill, I’ve had many intrusive thoughts about just taking a knife to my chest and getting rid of my tits myself, it’s awful.

I don’t even know what the point of this post is, I think I just need to get this off my shoulders.

I feel so tired.

[inseasofgreen]

Writeblr Interview

Thank you both to @leahnardo-da-veggie and @drchenquill for the tag!

Short stories, novels or poems?

Novels! all the way

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy, both dark and romantasy. even better if they're combined

What genre do you prefer writing?

Fantasy! I tend to struggle writing anything but fantasy.

Are you a planner or a write-as-i-go kind of person?

I like to start with a plan and some ideas, then let the characters take the reins and throw it all out the door

What music do you listen to while writing the story?

I have a playlist with cinematic soundtracks that I tend to listen too. Though I do often listen to the GOT and HOTD soundtracks. Daenerys' aaaHHHH AHHHH's actually are the source of a lot of Zemorri's most badass scenes.

Fav books/movies

I've been trying to get more into reading so lately it's been ASOIAF and the Witcher - two of which inspired the creation of Nyrus and POTO. I have a long TBR but I like to buy books before I read them, which is hard right now with money being a bit tight the next month or so.

Any Current WIPs?

2! Well, more like 3 if you include the second Plight of the Dragon, the sequel to POTO. We have Plight of the Oracle, which I pretty much have dedicated my blog too. Plight of the Dragon, which is more like one shots and random braindumps of what happens after the first book. Then Familia Ante Omnia, trilogy set in modern day NYC and is about the downfall of the crime ring from inside. Which I actually see a lot of it's themes in POTO. But that's on a hiatus for the foreseeable future.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

An oversized orangey flannel, black crop top, and either leggings or shorts depending on the weather. Throw in a black beanie for good measure too

Create a character description of yourself

oof okay here we go

She was a short, adorable little thing. She sat fidgeting with a ring on her left ring finger, too timid to make her presence known. Her dark brown hair, cropped at her shoulders was tucked behind her ears. A few strands that had once been a fringe fell, cascading over her grey eyes. The roseness of her cheeks a striking contrast to the porcelain like skin. She looks up at someone giving a slightly crooked smile before getting up from her seat.

was literally me a few minutes ago rereading was I wrote when my fiance came up and wanted to go up to bed lmao

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

oof no, hard pass. fictional people tend to be more interesting anyway

Are you kill-happy with the characters?

I tend to be? I have a rule with killing off characters, a few actually. It ends their arc nicely, it serves an actual purpose and isn't for shock value, and they under no circumstance can come back alive. I absolutely h a t e when death is cheapened. Don't introduce stakes that high only to make them pointless.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

diet coke or water!

Slow or Fast writer?

both? I don't know what is considered fast I guess. If i'm really feeling it and don't have distractions I can get about 1k an hour and keep that up for a few hours. Then there's days like today I'm surrounded by distractions and not feeling it too much, right now I'm at 1,500 for the 4 hours i've written

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

Shows and books! Also games. Funny enough Zemorri came from a skyrim oc and Sciosa came from DnD campaign that never happened. They've both undergone a lot of changes since then though.

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

I answered a similar question a few times and I think I'd really be a dragon. I'm a hoarder of my little trinkets and love to stir the pot a bit.

Most fave book cliche?

Chosen one and mentor. WIth a spin. Do not give me another old ratty wizard and some a elijah wood/daniel radcliff look alike. PLEASE. Using this to promo POTO which has chosen one and mentor- mentor: hot scary milf chosen one: anger riddled brat who really isn't keen on playing by the book. boom there. not that hard.

got kinda heated there. apologies

Least fave book cliche?

"Only one bed" I'm sorry!! It's just over done at this point

Fave scenes to write?

Any scene with dragons. They're the most fun to write honestly.

Most productive time of day for writing?

Night! I literally typed that as nite send help I've always been a night owl haha. It's actually almost 4 am as I type this

Reason for writing?

Writing has always been an interest of mine. I would love one day to be able to support my family with it! Whether that's as an indie author or traditional author. Also I fear I would go crazy with how many stories and plot lines I got up in my head. That or my oc's would manifest irl and nuke me right there with their dragons.

Leaving this an open tag!

My brain is clocking out and I can't even think of who to tag at this point. So if you're reading this and want to be tagged congrats!! Consider yourself tagged

[jmflowers]

My dash has been a bit sad lately, as if we’re all simultaneously going through a shift in our lives that’s making us feel off-kilter. So, in pursuit of finding the good in my own life…

Gratitude Challenge!

Here are 10 things I’m grateful for and/or proud of myself for accomplishing since the start of 2023 (and/or in the last year if 5 months is too short a period of time for your brain). Please feel free to play along!

1. I finished college with a 4.0GPA after 3 years of hard work. I can’t wait to walk across the convocation stage in June. (And I’m the first in my family to have a diploma from a post-secondary institution!)

2. I directed a large scene in a short film as part of the graduating class’ final production. It was difficult and exciting and we were able to work with cinema-level equipment. I’m so incredibly proud of what my team and I were able to accomplish. (3 7/8 pages in 3 hours!)

3. When I started to feel my mental health deteriorating back in February, I sought support and counselling to help myself cope. Being honest about the pressures I have been facing for years is allowing me to place necessary boundaries as those pressures resurface. Taking care of yourself is difficult in this industry, but making choices to hike and run and exercise when possible are other great ways I’ve been protecting my overall well-being.

4. I completed another large piece of fiction that required several weeks of work and attention, with additional background efforts to fully form two of my own original characters. I am really proud that they read fleshed out and honest alongside characters that are already known from the source material.

5. I became an aunt again two times over. I was able to adjust my school schedule in order to be present with E as C was arriving, and then spend the first week of C’s life with them both. Once I finished school, I made the time to go meet L as well and spend time with her mum, one of my oldest friends. My first nephew is due to arrive any day now.

6. When situations were uncomfortable, I made conscious choices to leave and excuse myself from the discomfort or actively stay and rewrite the traumatic memories that were making me uncomfortable. Having the power over my reactions in situations that make me feel out of control is wildly liberating. I look forward to working on that more as I continue to grow.

7. I’ve leaned into being vulnerable more often in the last 5 months than ever before in my life. It’s terrifying every single time and yet I keep doing it.

8. I read a book a day one week when I was feeling really anxious, as a coping mechanism. I haven’t read that fast or that consistently since I was a teenager. I can’t wait to do it again.

9. I started practicing writing amidst changing locations and constant distractions with the three sentence fic challenge (while TAing). I had a lot of fun and got some interesting stuff out of it. I’m really looking forward to writing a bunch more again, especially in less-than-ideal conditions.

10. I won a scholarship! That was elected by the teaching administration I was working alongside at my college. The money, whenever I get it, will be really beneficial to help pay off my growing debt.

Consider this a formal tagging for anyone who would like to do this, too! I’m going to call out @lacallemojada, @cuteasducks9, @slipperygaloshes, @drlaurenb, @englishstrawbie, @trying-to-get-somewhere-real, @thebroken--soul, and @heyfarfallina

[drawloverlala]

May Status Update

It’s May! well basically like an hour into it lol 😆, anyways I wanted to write an entry about stuff and the progress on my current commission batch! 

Commission batch work in progress:

🌸 Commissions without background: 11 in total

1 still not started

3 still on sketch phase

1 is on base colors

5 are finished! 

🌸 Commissions with background: 4 in total

still not started: 2

sketch in progress: 3

from last time I got 2 commissions more, that before I was waiting on which listing they were supposed to belong to, it was basically 1 and 1 from each one! 

and yeah, I’m hoping to keep making progress on these this new month! and I’m looking forward to try some other stuff as well!

some more ramblings under the line here

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I recently finished some notebooks I was working on since the beginning of this year, and I’m hoping to be able to sell them on Facebook maybe? I don’t intend to make too much with them since, they’re still far from very professional looking notebooks 😅, but I’m also wanting to invest on more supplies, and I’m taking notes as well to keep learning how to make these better!

I certainly learned a lot during the process of making these XD, I made a lot of mistakes as well lol 

Also, here you can see the 2 designs I did, I did another one but the printer ran out of ink and I couldn’t use it lol, (another thing I gotta invest in the future is inks or maybe a new printer lol) and you can see here my Cinch machine! 

honestly I’m super tired, I finished these today and I had to store all materials and such again... and ugh... I seriously NEED a shelf to put all these machines and supplies, every time I’m going to use them I gotta take them all out of boxes and they are all under more boxes...gotta put them on boxes again and put everything again in order next to my bed..it also doesn’t look all too nice in there, so I’m going to start seriously looking for shelves next month 😆 

Other thing I wanted to ramble about, I recently got into Inkblot!  it’s a new art site, it has like around 1 year I think?, it’s still in development but so far it’s been pretty alright, Here’s my site so far:

I’ve been wanting to use it to put all my commission art, I’ve finally catch up to last year’s work, so I can start posting this year work! I also want to put my other works here, kinda using it as a general gallery like the one I had with Deviant art.

There’s still so much I haven’t put here, but slowly filling with art! still doesn’t feel as my old DA’s gallery and sometimes the site loads pretty slowly, but I want to give it a chance since it’s still pretty new, I look forward to see how it evolves. the community part at least seems pretty chill so far! 

also has this very cool feature, where you can make comparisons!! it has a sort of thing that you move it and you can see the difference between both pictures. 

I’ll definitely still be using Tumblr for art gallery as well, I already have posted a lot of art here anyways lol, I’ve managed to organize a lot of my art with the tags as well, although I think I’ll also be separating commission art without background and with backgrounds, that way they are all not too mixed up! 

Oh also, I’ve learned about Neocities! recently people were talking about it on Twitter, and seems like a cool option for a personalized website! although may first have to learn more about html coding 😆

Neocities is an open source site, you can own a site here and customize it however you want, but you gotta do it from scratch! it’s honestly pretty cool, I think customization of Tumblr themes is pretty close to this,

but even so, if you check the sites from here just for fun, THEY ARE FANTASTIC! it’s like taking a look at internet in 2008, the customization value is so cool!

I personally find very fun the customization options like this, I may want to give this a try some day 😄

Well I think that’s all, this ramble became a bit too long lol but well, thanks if you read this far! 

Hope you have a great first week of May! 

[shkika]

Having trouble with thinking of something to ask hrmm

What part of the rw lore do you find most interesting? Like..what are your thoughts on it? any twists you've thought up or any detail/s you just wanna rant abt?

The rainworld lore is painfully a lot and painfully little at the same time, like why are the pearls focused on garbage worms and what is noise milking oh my goddd

moon isnt lore on her own but her pearl readings are a massive source of it. so if i had to say my favorite thing would be iterators and the relationship they had with their colonies. the fact they can vary and the fact iterators have different opinions of their parents!! (one iterator talked abt havjng to sit through dark political times awkwardly like 🧍🤷 at some points. thats funny)

ahem I looove it a lot!! for example the way moon worded her existence is sad. the way she speaks about them is sad. like in short “ancients must not try very hard so we do that for them. at least i did” <- smth along the lines

she sounds bitter she dislikes them with a hidden passion even when she has 5 braincells left. Not to mention she calls them parasites with bad takes (sheesh). something people dont really ?? recognize enough or at all imo is that moon almost retired (ancients moving away from her city) and she was happy about it. Until it didnt work out and some stayed and she was pissed again.

now pebbles speaks with softness (as much as he has it in him) he liked them! he liked their art! their music! he liked witnessing their stupid arguments even when they were in his name (he found the citadel he shaded funny for being so angry)

he found a lot of things they did stupid but he also was impressed in other aspects! he liked them a lot to the point the last item that he keeps for comfort and keeps him together as a whole is a hymn of theirs. even when abandoned, he finds comfort in the company they used to bring him!!! how sad!!

Another part of the lore. Hm cycles.

I have no idea how they work. Youd believe at first that when you die. You get reborn. Pain!!! never escaping!!

But that cant be the case it has sooo many plotholes if thats the case.

1 artificers kids died! straight up GONE. theyre dead!! thats why shes so insane you cant tell me theyre just lost somewhere and also pups cant ascend (me when i reach spiritual enlightenment at 10). theyre straight up gone.

2. imagine u defeat the scav kind and he comes back an hour later.. nah. thjngs DIE

3 why did the ancients go crazy over killing themselves then idk!

4 suns was basically crying about how they dont know what theyll do if spearmaster dies. yeah no respawning then.

So then the cycle is being reborn into smth new. great. how does karma play in this. how do you raise it. time? do you have your old memories after u go into a new cycle?? i dont know!! no scug has ever been plagued with dreams of being smth else before. !!! how do you confirm its a thing!! idk!! how do you know you are in a samsara! i wish we got ancients talking about it. in pearls or smth.

i havent ascended with saint yet. (reached karma 10 and bonked the siblings) but i doubt they answer all of my questions

random kiki rw lore fact- did you know that the rot area - (riv gameplay) there is a room in it thats just called terror!!! it upsets me greatly. the place is so different because the rot literally eats his walls. it fucks me up sometimes even if it seems obvious

[slytherinshua]

Your replies to my comments made me so happy 🥲 I never have the balls to actually request anything but you made me feel comfortable enough to do so 😭 I was hoping you could write another fluff post for sanha? A situation where he picks the reader up from a late night at work :3 y’know just having someone to hug at the end of a shift :( (a nice stress reliever). Sanha is definitely a source of comfort dkndkfndkdn

Thank you for your kind words 🥹 and I hope you stay healthy :)

COOKIES, CUDDLES, AND A CONVERSATION

genre. fluff. comfort. warnings. kisses. mention of a bad day and a jerk boss. pairing. sanha x reader. summary. after an exhausting day at work, your boyfriend finds the perfect way to cheer you up. wc. 1.5k. a/n. thank you so much for requesting love 💖 it was so fun to write!

In all your 3 years of working at this job, no day had been as stressful as this one. You started out the morning being late for work because of a traffic accident that blocked the road - an immediate bad omen to start your day. And it only got worse from there.

Because you were late, you missed an important meeting about new employees and who your new boss was going to be. Turns out, your new boss is the most insufferable person you’ve ever interacted with.

Everyone knows you as the nice employee who does her job well. But today, you were struggling to keep up with that reputation. With every rude comment your boss poked at you throughout the day, your patience just grew thinner and thinner.

You were so overloaded with work by midday, that you couldn’t even take the proper lunch break. You had no choice but to watch from your work desk as your colleagues left the building cheerily, leaving you and your towering stack of papers to go through.

It was now late in the evening and you were finally off for the day. Just a short 4 hours behind schedule. Your boss had assigned you overtime work last minute, which went against company policy. But at that point, you were worried if you talked back to him one more time, you would get fired.

You had scoffed at the ridiculousness of the situation as he left your office, wondering who had hired the man. You had never even seen him work in the building before, and you could tell his knowledge was lacking. He barely even met the minimum requirements to lead a team of workers, and he was miles behind your old boss, who you were now missing sorely.

But now that you were off work, you brushed the bad day off, focusing on getting home to Sanha as quickly as possible. You could really use some cuddles with him under a blanket.

You got into the driver’s seat of your car, a relieved sigh escaping your lips now that you were finally going home. Today being a Friday, meant that you had 2 more blessed, free days to spend with Sanha after this. No more work to ruin your day for this week.

You turned the key to start the engine, but you were only met with the sound of ugly grouches from the engine. You furrowed your brows, trying the key again, but again, the only sound you heard was the engine trying to start, and failing miserably.

“Don’t you dare-” You whispered to yourself, stressed at the thought that now was the time your old car decided to break down. You tried again and again, getting your hopes up each time you thought you heard the engine turn on for a bit longer. But, after the 15th time turning the key, you gave up.

Stepping out of the car, you looked under the hood, inspecting the cables and machinery which you couldn’t even begin to try to understand. You were helpless. All of the knowledge you had about cars dated back to when you took your driver’s test 6 years ago, and most of it had left your brain by now.

You sighed heavily, “What did I even do to deserve this today…” You muttered, checking the engine one last time, before giving up entirely. You collapsed back into the driver’s seat, taking out your phone to text Sanha. Your sweet boyfriend would probably come to pick you up in an instant. At least that thought brought a small smile to his face.

You sent a text briefly explaining the situation with the car, and leaving out the other events of the bad day. You could explain it to him in person. He replied almost immediately, saying he was coming to rescue you. You would have laughed at that statement if you weren’t so drained but, you really did feel like you needed rescuing right now.

You tried to think of a way to lift up your mood just a bit before Sanha came. He hated seeing you sad. Scrolling through your camera roll seemed to do the trick, as you looked at the countless photos you had of you two.

One was from that spa night you had forced upon Sanha 2 weeks ago, the two of you posing with your cucumbers held out like swords. Another was a picnic date selfie, where you two wore matching clothing.

And the one that brought your mood up the most was a pic you had taken sneakily of Sanha, who had fallen asleep cuddling with you. His head was resting on your shoulder, his lips forming a cute pout in his unconscious state.

You spotted Sanha’s car entering the parking lot, and you stepped out of your broken one. He pulled up next to you, a smile on his face for seeing you for the first time today. Though he pouted at how tired you looked.

You hopped into the car, giving him your best attempt at a happy hello. You failed to convince him, his observant nature picking up on your mood in an instant.

“Are you not feeling great because of what happened with the car? We can just get it towed tomorrow…” He said, starting to drive back home. You slumped back in your seat, nodding. You shouldn’t worry about the car right now, it wasn’t a big deal.

Once you got back home, you went to shower and change into comfy clothes, barely saying a word to Sanha still. When you were finally relaxed and ready to have a conversation with him (and some cuddles), you looked around the apartment for where he had gone.

You found him in the kitchen, apron on and mixing up cookie batter in a bowl. You smiled, knowing he was probably thinking of ways to cheer you up. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist slowly and muttering a “hey”.

“You doing okay?” He asked, pausing his mixing for a second. “You were so quiet in the car…”

“I’m okay now, but today was the worst.” You explained softly.

“I’m glad I decided to make cookies then. You need cheering up.” He smiled, moving to spoon them onto a sheet pan and bake them. 

You still clung to him like a koala, the hug making you feel just a bit better. He didn’t mind working in the kitchen with you attached to him in the slightest, but he laughed when you refused to let go while he put the cookies in the oven. You were forced to let him go when he turned around to you, leaning down a bit so that you were at eye level with him. 

“What about… cuddles, cookies, and a conversation about your day?”

“Since when did you become so good at alliteration?” You giggled, and nodded at the suggestion. You settled on the couch with him, snuggling into his chest comfortably.

You began to explain the events of the day, Sanha eagerly helping you talk shit about your new boss to make you feel better. You laughed when you got to the car breaking down, realising how comical it all was - the kind of bad day that would only happen in a tv show.

“Gosh I’ve been wanting to hug you all day…” You murmured, holding him closer for comfort. 

“I’m sorry your day was so bad, love. I wish I could’ve made it better.” He told you, stroking your hair gently.

“You’re already making it better, don’t worry.” You smiled, tilting your head up to his. “But, you know what would make it better?” You whispered suddenly, grabbing his attention.

You leaned closer to his face, and he got the hint immediately, placing his soft lips on yours. You were both so lost in each other that you barely heard the timer on the oven beeping.

You broke apart from him reluctantly, waiting as he went to take the cookies out of the oven before they burned. He came back holding a tray with a small plate of cookies and 2 glasses of milk on it. He took back his place on the couch, and you took back your place cuddling next to him.

“I think you need to receive a ‘best-boyfriend-in-the-world’ award.” You told him, taking a bite of the chocolate cookies and smiling as the warm, sweet, slightly gooey cookie melted in your mouth.

“Really? Where’s my trophy, then?” He asked, turning to you with raised eyebrows.

“I’ll have to look into that.” You giggled. “For now, you can just take this.” You pretended to reach into your pocket, rummaging around as if to retrieve something impossible to find. You pulled your hand out slowly, quickly giving him a finger-heart and snuggling closer.

“Cute…” He murmured, his smile widening. You stayed next to him for the rest of the night, talking quietly amongst yourselves and enjoying the relaxed atmosphere together under a blanket.

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