#or generally multitasking in music

[shadowedvales-gone]

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[studentbyday]

smh. some little bad things and some medium-sized bad things happened today. why must i let them affect me so much?

[verdurous-heaven]

Pick a card: What are you manifesting right now?

Hello everyone! Hope everyone's doing fine. Please pick one or more than a one pile you feel the most drawn towards and enjoy your reading. Like and reblog to claim.

Pile: 1

You guys are manifesting a spark of inspiration or passion in your life after a long period of stagnation. What you're manifesting has been forged through shadow work n deep emotional cleansing. It's the raw excitement in terms of creativity, a friend/relationship, or smtg new that u deeply desire. You guys might also be manifesting a true union with mutual affection n emotional balance. A fresh new start or a beginning of smtg is also being manifested right now. You're making a room for something new. You're also manifesting travel or communication from someone long awaited or a quick decision. Also attracting a new solid opportunity could be about a new home, job, financial growth which confirms the above said things. Some of the things you're manifesting are not entirely visible yet so you're asked to believe in the unseen/unknown. You might get subtle signs or dreams of the things you're manifesting but you're not allowed to know about it yet. Know that it's smtg sacred cooking in the background. You're rising from the ashes and are divinely protected.

Keywords: wish fulfilment, creativity, spark, rebirth, phoenix, random 3am texts, coins, bow, rain, hailstorm, spirits, 5d, astral projection, 333, 5127, 6127, prayers being answered.

Songs: Salvatore by Lana del rey

God of music by Seventeen

Pile: 2

You guys are manifesting a big transformation into your life. You're making a room for something new and good. Manifesting a stable life, legacy and generational wealth even. You're also attracting a big chunk of money. Get those bags honey. You're learning how to stand your ground and say No to anything that does not serve you anymore. Either you're moving places or your social circle but it seems like you'll be more than okay to be on your own than being with those who constantly try to nitpick you. You're also manifesting a calm n humble self for yourself if u have anger issues. You might wanna learn how to multitask n trust me you'll learn it really quick. You're manifesting confidence. It feels as if you completely wanna shapeshift and have 360⁰ turn in your life. You're looking like a hunter who has his/her eyes solely on the goal. You're releasing old pain/energy and manifesting a karma back for those who made u cry in the past. You'll enter into a more fun loving silly energy n will attract alot of abundance for yourself.

Keywords: swan, 222, abundance, orange cats, snakes, butterflies, swords, nonchuks, skull and bones, horse riding, renew, boss-bitch, diet coke, health and wealth, sassy, Jurassic park. 7264, 5432, 555, pearls.

Songs: 2002 by Anne Marie

Ghost bye Justin Bieber

Pile: 3

You're manifesting a period of breakthrough, perseverance and healing. Perhaps you're waiting for someone and trying to manifest them back in your life. You're attracting stability, control n structure in your daily life. You're trying to heal from the past heartbreaks and betrayals. You're manifesting clarity from the confusions n illusions that you're in. Perhaps you're also trying to manifest a lover for yourself (more of a masculine energy can be sensed). You're literally manifesting a long term commitment/marriage and a loyal partner for yourself. Someone who sees u as rare, unique and interesting being. It's not casual, this feels like a past life/ karmic soul-contract typa bond that you're manifesting rn in your life. You're discovering your inner value and trying to manifest nurturing and emotional healing with your own femininity/mother/emotional side. There's also a possibility of calling in the energy of being a mother either literally or metaphorically.

Keywords : wedding, fairylights, fireworks, christmas, gems, diamond ring, royal theme, 666, 724, 8912, red bow emoji, doves, red wine, love and romance, motherhood, cycling, boots, skates, trees, mountains, snow.

Songs: SG by Ozuna, DJ snake, Meghan thee stallion, Lisa

Pretty girl by Maggie Lindemann

Thankyou for reading. Have a great day ahead.

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Let Me Sleep

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn’s women’s basketball

Rating : General Audiences

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: is sleep too much to ask for…

Paige Bueckers is the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Loud, affectionate, and seemingly immune to exhaustion. I, on the other hand, am not.

This becomes a problem every weekend when she didn’t have practice or games, she wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, blasting music or throwing herself on top of me to get me out of bed. It’s also a problem late at night, when my only goal is to shower and pass out, but she and our friends have other plans—like tonight.

After an exhausting volleyball practice and an eight-hour shift at work, all I wanted was silence, a warm shower, and sleep. I walked into our apartment fully prepared to collapse face-first into the mattress.

But instead, I was met with chaos.

Paige, KK, Ice, Jana, and Aubrey were gathered in the living room, the glow of a ring light illuminating their faces as they talked animatedly to one of the phones propped up in front of them.

They were on live. Of course.

“Baby!” Paige practically launched herself off the couch when she saw me, nearly tripping over her laptop charger in the process. “You’re home!”

“Yeah,” I muttered, voice heavy with exhaustion as I dropped my bag by the door. “Unfortunately.”

KK snorted. “Oh nah, she’s on her last leg.”

“I am,” I confirmed, rubbing my eyes. “Why are y’all screaming?”

Aubrey grinned. “We’re debating self-defense moves.”

Ice held up a Lego set. “And building this.”

I blinked. “…What?”

“They’re gonna try the moves on each other,” Jana explained with a shake of her head. “And Ice is building a house. With me.”

“Multitasking,” Ice said proudly.

I sighed, already regretting my life choices. “I’m going to bed.”

Paige pouted. “Noooo, don’t leave me.”

I gave her a blank stare. “Paige, I just worked for eight hours after a full morning practice. I want to sleep.”

“You can sleep here.” She tugged at my wrist. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Now that’s a damn lie,” I deadpanned.

The live chat must have heard because the comments started flying:

“She already knows Paige be lying, LMAOO.”

“Nah, you should sleep there just to prove how done you are.”

“Golden retriever gf and black cat gf fr, fr.”

“It’s giving y/n is a single mother rn.”

Paige ignored them, pulling me toward the couch and plopping back down with her laptop. “Here, cuddle me so you’ll be comfy.”

I was too tired to argue, so I let her maneuver me onto her lap, arms loosely wrapped around her shoulders as she settled back against the couch.

The moment my head hit her shoulder, I was gone.

I woke up to muffled voices, but I barely registered them.

Paige’s arms were still wrapped securely around me, her warmth cocooning me in a way that made it impossible to move. I buried my face deeper into her hoodie, inhaling the familiar scent of her detergent.

Somewhere in the background, KK’s voice rang out. “Wait, wait—yo, the chat is killing me right now.”

I frowned, cracking an eye open. Paige was still typing on her laptop, completely unfazed by whatever was happening. KK, Ice, Jana, and Aubrey were still talking animatedly to the iPad.

They were still on live.

I groaned softly, shifting against Paige. “Y’all are seriously still streaming?”

Paige rubbed my back absentmindedly. “Mhm.”

Jana smirked. “The chat’s been going crazy over you.”

I frowned. “What?”

KK cackled, reading out comments.

“She deadass knocked out while they screaming their lungs out over Legos and self-defense.”

“Bro, she’s strong cause I could nevaaa.”

“Paige, she’s sooo done with y’all.”

“It’s giving power couple.”

“They’re gonna make edits of them, I just know it.”

I groaned again, squeezing my eyes shut. “I hate all of you.”

“Love you too, baby,” Paige cooed, pressing a kiss to my temple.

The chat exploded.

“PAIGE PLSSS.”

“She’s so whipped.”

“Nah, I need me a Paige.”

“Paige doing work with y/n in her lap gives.. a single mother vibes.”

“Somebody que up Reba McEntire.”

I sighed, too tired to care. “I’m going back to sleep.”

Paige chuckled. “Go ahead, baby. I got you.”

And just like that, I was out again—chaos and all.

Sometime later—maybe an hour, maybe longer—I woke up to the sensation of being lifted. Paige’s arms were steady as she carried me toward our bedroom, her steps careful despite how exhausted she had to be by now.

“Mm,” I mumbled sleepily, cracking my eyes open just enough to see her face. “Live’s finally over?”

She smiled down at me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Yeah, baby. Got my homework turned in on time, too.”

I hummed in approval, letting my head rest against her shoulder as she set me down on the bed and pulled the blankets over me. The room was dim, the soft glow from the hallway light casting a shadow across her face.

“Hold on, ma,” she murmured before disappearing into the kitchen. A minute later, she returned with my cup, filled to the brim with ice water. She set it down on my nightstand, her fingers brushing against my forehead as she leaned in. “So you don’t wake up thirsty.”

I blinked up at her, my heart doing an annoying little flip at how effortlessly sweet she was. “You’re the best.”

Paige smirked. “I know.”

I reached out, grabbing her wrist before she could turn away. “Come lay down.”

She hesitated. “I’m not really sleepy yet.”

“Don’t care.” I tugged her toward the bed. “Just come cuddle.”

That was all the convincing she needed. Paige climbed in beside me, her arm slipping under my waist as I curled into her side.

“Okay, but what are we watching?” she asked, grabbing the remote.

I thought for a second before grinning. “Turn on something from Disney Jr.”

Paige gave me a look. “You deadass?”

I nodded. “Yep. Something nostalgic. We can make fun of it while we watch.”

She rolled her eyes, but the fondness in her expression was undeniable. A few moments later, the familiar theme song of Little Einsteins filled the room. I snorted.

Paige smirked. “Classic.”

For the next hour, we laid there, half-watching, half-talking about our day. I told her about how my legs were still sore from practice, how I nearly cussed out a customer at work, and how I saw a dog that reminded me of her on my way home.

She told me about her classes, the new drill Coach Geno had them running, and how she was convinced Ice was going to drop out of school and become a full-time Lego builder.

By the time the clock hit 4 a.m., our words had slowed, our sentences broken by long stretches of silence. Paige’s fingers traced lazy circles against my back, her breath warm against my temple.

“You tired now?” I murmured.

She exhaled softly. “Yeah, baby.”

I nuzzled into her chest. “Finally.”

She chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight, ma.”

“‘Night, Paigey.”

And just like that, we drifted off, tangled in each other, with Little Einsteins still playing in the background.

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[mydearzero]

The Babysitter | Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x fem!Reader | Chapter 4 - Trip Switch

Summary: You didn’t have any superpowers, nor were you even qualified for the position, yet somehow a mishap between Alexei and Yelena ends up in getting you a new job. Bob-sitter. 

Contents: No Y/N, fem!reader, college student!reader, mentions of food and eating, mentions of blood

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You were roughly awakened by your ringtone obnoxiously blasting in your ears. It was Yelena. Before you swiped to answer you checked the time; 5:30 A.M.. 

“Hello?” You answered groggily. 

“Hey, sorry to call you this early. It’s kind of an emergency and we don’t know how long we’ll be gone. Can you come to the tower?” Yelena was obviously multitasking, her tone distant. You were already out of bed and looking around for clothes to wear. 

“I’ll be there in 30,” you replied. Yelena thanked you and hung up without any more details. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and gathered your stuff. You grabbed some clothes as well, for if the stay would be prolonged. You quickly brushed your teeth and scoured the internet for any big happenings that could require the team’s assistance, but came up empty. 

You were out of the door in record speed. Bob was likely still asleep, but Yelena’s voice had sounded concerned. She wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t necessary.

The Watchtower was empty when you arrived besides the doorman; nobody had started their workday yet. You greeted him with a nod as the automatic doors let you in. The path from your house to the penthouse had quickly become familiar. 

The team was already gone by the time you got there. Bob was nowhere to be found, probably still in bed as you’d assumed. How he hadn’t been awoken by the ruckus of the team leaving in an emergency was besides you. 

You dropped your bag next to the couch and walked into the kitchen. Might as well prepare an abundant breakfast for Bob and yourself while you have the time. 

You put on some light music and gathered supplies to cook Bob some pancakes. It was when you were washing your hands that you noticed the bruise around your wrist. It was where Bob had playfully gripped it the other day. He clearly didn’t know how strong he was, or at least didn’t have full control over it. You shrugged it off, dried your hands and started putting the dry ingredients in a bowl as you hummed to the tune playing from wherever the speakers in this damn place were. You glanced at the clock and saw it was already 6:30, an hour after Yelena had called for you to come over. 

You prepared a giant stack of pancakes, along with some other breakfast foods like eggs and toast. You made the table and admired the generous spread you’d prepared. You put the coffee machine on, preparing a big pot to drink throughout the day. If you had felt up to it you would’ve even squeezed fresh orange juice, but you figured the store bought stuff in the fridge would taste just fine alongside the homemade foods. 

“Wow…” The voice startled you. You’d been deep in thought and engrossed with the things you were putting on the table. You’d nearly dropped the carton of orange juice as you turned around, coming face to face with a sleepy Bob. 

“Sorry, did I wake you up? I wasn’t exactly being quiet,” you asked. 

“No, I usually wake up around this time, don’t worry. What’s all this?” Bob gestured to the table with wide eyes. 

“Yelena called like an hour and a half ago to ask if I could come over and I figured you were still asleep, so I thought I’d make us some breakfast,” you shrugged, putting the carton on the table and taking a seat. Bob followed your lead, sitting across from you. 

“This… This isn’t just breakfast. This is like a feast… Or a banquet. You made all this?” His voice was filled with wonder. 

“Bon appétit,” you smirked, grabbing your mug and taking a sip. If it were anybody else accompanying you, you would’ve thought you’d made way too much food. But Bob had proved the other day he was a bottomless pit when it came to food. Nothing proved less true when he inhaled 3 pieces of toast like they were air. 

The music was still playing softly as you ate in silence. It was nice. You wouldn’t need to retire anytime soon if this was what your job was going to be like all the time. 

“Can you pass me the bacon?” Bob asked after he took a big gulp of coffee. 

You reached across the table and Bob fell silent. You grabbed the plate of bacon and handed it to him, but paused when you saw his fallen expression. You followed his eyes to your wrist, where your sleeve had ridden up to reveal the bruise he’d left behind. 

“Is that… Did I do that?” His voice was so soft. 

“I mean, it doesn’t even hurt. Yelena said you’re not sure of your powers yet and I’m convinced you didn’t mean to,” you put the plate of bacon down and slowly munched on your food. 

“Just because I didn’t mean to doesn’t mean it’s okay,” Bob scoffed. His tone was surprisingly hollow and harsh. 

“I’m sorry. Really, I am. This never should’ve happened…” He contemplated for a second before loading his plate with food and standing up. 

“Thanks for the food, I really do appreciate it. And you,” he mumbled as he walked away with the plate. You were left alone at the table, confused as to what had just happened. He slammed the door to his room shut loudly, rattling it in its frame. You flinched and looked around the table defeatedly. Most of the food was gone by now, anyway. 

You sighed and decided to leave him be, for now. You knew what Yelena had said and what your job description was, but something inside you told you he needed some space. You cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. Somehow the room seemed more silent without Bob in it, even when he was usually a quiet companion. 

You grabbed your laptop out of your bag and sat at the kitchen island, trying to get some work in if you were going to be waiting for Bob to cool down. 

You were typing when the lights flickered a few times before switching off entirely, coming back on only after a few seconds. You gazed at the ceiling expectantly, waiting for the lights to flicker again or for something else strange to happen, but nothing did. You sighed and continued typing. Must’ve been a power surge of sorts. 

The elevator dinged, announcing someone’s arrival at the penthouse. You turned in your chair, seeing who it was. You recognized one of the two women, who was in the public eye of New York a lot, especially the last few months. Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, or Val, as the team sometimes called her. The other younger girl was someone you didn’t know.

“Who are you?” Valentina frowned as she looked you up and down. You weren’t entirely sure how to answer, so you just told her your name and nothing else. 

“Well, what are you doing here? And where is everybody else?” Val scoffed. 

“I– uh, I look after Bob?” Your confused expression mirrored her own. 

“And where is Robert, exactly?” She crossed her arms. 

“In his room?” You cocked your head towards the hallway, where the bedrooms were located. 

“Tell me, is everything you say a question?” Val wondered. 

“No? I mean, no, it’s not.” The woman was somewhat intimidating, who could blame you. 

“Good. Now as for my previous question, where is everybody?” 

“I don’t know, actually. Yelena just called me this morning asking if I could come over. That’s all I know,” you told her. You hadn’t heard very good things about her, but were aware she still held some sense of power in the dynamic of the team. 

“To do what?” 

“Look after Bob, like I told you. I don’t have any more information than you do,” you raised your hands in defence. 

“I think she’s the ‘babysitter’ Bucky mentioned,” the other woman finally spoke quietly. She turned to address you, “I’m Melissa, but you can call me Mel.” You gave her an awkward wave. 

“Ah, the babysitter, right. Cute. That does mean I’m also your boss, of sorts. I pay your salary. So, employer to employee, can we have a small chat?” Val’s tone changed. You narrowed your eyes, unable to figure out what she was getting at. 

“You see, they took him from me. I can offer you a lot more money than whatever blondie offered,” Val sat down beside you. You subconsciously moved back a little. 

“To do what?” You asked. You didn’t want her dirty money, or anything to do with whatever she was planning. 

Val looked you over once again, scrutinising your face. She moved forward, her hand coming up to move a strand of your face behind your ear. 

“You’re pretty enough… He’s lonely, you just get on his good side for me, can you do that?” She was still uncomfortably close. The glass next to your laptop exploded suddenly, sending shards of glass flying outward. Luckily it was empty of any drink, your laptop unscathed.

You couldn’t say the same for your face. A shard had sliced your cheek, not deep, but enough to sting and bleed. Valentina had also gotten hit, though her face was intact, only a few shards being sent into the sleeve of her jacket as her hand was still near your face. 

You searched for the source of how this could’ve happened, spotting a tense looking Bob in the hallway. 

“Get away from her,” he didn’t sound like himself. When Valentina and Mel made no move to leave, he raised his voice. “I said LEAVE.” 

Val scrambled out of the chair, her and Mel quickly making their way back to the elevator. Whatever they’d come over for could wait until later. 

Bob waited until they were gone before slowly making his way over to you. You searched his face for an explanation, but came up empty. He moved the same piece of hair Val had back behind your ear, putting his hand under your chin and moving your face towards the light. He examined the cut. His eyes weren’t their usual blue colour, you noted. Something had set him off. 

He sat down in the chair Val had sat in and carefully took the piece of glass embedded in your cheek and pulled it out. You winced a little at the stinging sensation. 

“I’m sorry,” Bob apologized. “I overheard what she was saying… I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t have gotten hurt, again.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, lips tight in frustration. When he opened his eyes, they had returned to their usual hue. 

“It’s okay,” it was softer than you’d expected, a whisper. 

“No, it’s not. You’re not like me. You don’t have powers. You get hurt, you die, there’s no returning from that. I couldn’t live with myself if it was because of me,” Bob shook his head. 

You’d only known him for about two weeks, yet already seemed to understand the extreme doubt he had in himself. He would blame everything on himself, even when it was outside of his control. 

“You heard her? From your room?” You wondered, attempting to steer the conversation away from his guilt. 

“Yeah, my hearing ‘s like… Very good. Enhanced, I guess…” He was sweeping together the pieces of the bursted glass, refusing to meet your gaze. 

“Bob, hey, look at me,” you pleaded. He looked up and into your eyes. “I’d never do that to you, you hear? I’d never sell you out like that. I wouldn’t just betray your trust.” 

“It’s not… About that. I never really had anybody that cared about me. And now I have the team, and even though it’s only been a short time I feel like you care, too,” you nodded in agreement. “I guess I just never really realized that caring comes with a cost.” 

You urged him to continue, even when you already understood where he was going. 

“It comes with a vulnerability, I suppose. I wasn’t prepared to feel that vulnerable. You give and you take and you expect there to be a balance in friendship. I just… I’m scared that if I let people get too close they might use it against me. And with these powers…” Bob stared at his hands. 

You put a hand on his shoulder, but quickly moved it away when he flinched at the touch. You mumbled a soft apology before continuing. “It comes with a vulnerability, yes, but you also get love in return, and I think that’s quite a good deal.”

Bob agreed, but you could tell something had shifted. He’d shut back down again. Even if it wasn’t as bad as it had been before you’d gotten the job, you could tell you would need to pull him out of this before he spiralled in guilt and self doubt.

You attempted to suggest activities, but he turned them all down, opting to go back to his room. You cleaned the last pieces of glass in the kitchen and returned to working in silence, thinking the entire situation over. There had to be something you could do so Bob could realize he didn’t need to doubt himself. You quickly realized that, in the end, there was only one person who could ‘fix’ him. Bob himself. But the road was going to be difficult and he would need help along the way. That you could do. You couldn’t do it for him, but you could stand by his side. So you tried.

Chapter 5

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[absdollievu]

And they were roomates

nerdcollege!abby x femcollege!reader

“Room 302”

You can feel Abby’s eyes on you again—sharp, silent, disapproving. You’re sprawled across your bed, phone raised above your head, fingers moving fast as you send another voice note in the group chat.

“You ever gonna open that textbook?” Abby’s voice cuts through the room like a knife through quiet.

You roll onto your side and glance over. She’s at her desk, back straight, highlighter moving across a page like she’s painting a masterpiece. Her hair is pulled up into a messy bun, a few loose strands sticking to her forehead. She hasn’t looked away from the page, but she doesn’t need to. You already know the look on her face.

“I’m multitasking,” you say, gesturing lazily with your phone.

She finally looks up. “Multitasking?” She lifts an eyebrow. “Pretty sure TikTok doesn’t count as prep for midterms.”

You grin. “Hey, there’s educational content on here. I saw a guy explain quantum physics using cats and Red Bull.”

Abby closes her book with a loud thunk. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

She exhales—more tired than annoyed. You think she might actually be used to you by now. It’s been three months, and despite your late-night voice calls, early morning music blasts, and a general aversion to productivity, she hasn’t requested a room change. Not once.

You sit up and cross your legs. “Wanna watch a movie instead? You look like you need a break.”

Abby narrows her eyes. “You’re trying to corrupt me.”

“I’m trying to save you. You’ve been studying since lunch. Your brain is gonna melt.”

She hesitates, and for a second, you think she might say no. But then she sighs, pushes back from her desk, and grabs the remote.

“If I fail this test because of you, I’m writing your name on my scantron.”

You snort. “At least we’ll go down together.”

And as the movie starts, and she finally smiles for the first time all day, you can’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—being annoying has its perks.

⸻

You’re out of breath, hoodie half-zipped, and the panic in your chest is loud enough to drown out your thoughts as you bang on the dorm door like your life depends on it. Because, honestly? It kind of does.

“Abby! Abby, open up! Please! I’m gonna die!”

The door swings open a few seconds later. Abby stands there in sweatpants and an oversized shirt, glasses perched low on her nose, a protein bar in one hand and her usual look of exhausted patience in the other.

You’re practically vibrating. “Midterms. Abby. I don’t know anything. I looked at my notes and it’s like ancient Greek.”

She blinks once. “So you’re finally realizing you’re screwed.”

“Yes! And I need you to unscrew me. Academically. Please.”

Abby takes a long, dramatic bite of her protein bar, chews, and then says, “No.”

Your jaw drops. “No?!”

“No,” she repeats, adjusting her glasses. “I’m walking to the café. I need caffeine. And distance.”

And with that, she steps past you and starts walking down the hallway like some calm, towering goddess of discipline and disappointment. You scramble to catch up.

“Abby. Abby, come on. You’re, like, my only hope. Everyone else is worse than me. Paulina thought the French Revolution was about baguettes. Please.”

She keeps walking, not even sparing you a glance as she pushes through the dorm exit and into the brisk air. “Should’ve thought about that before you decided to major in group chat politics instead of psychology.”

You groan. Loudly. The café’s across campus. It’s going to be a long walk. But you’re committed now. You trail after her, spewing every excuse and half-baked promise you can think of.

“I’ll buy you coffee! I’ll clean our whole room! I’ll go to class! I’ll—”

You reach the café’s doors just as Abby pulls one open. You tug gently on her arm, face scrunched in a dramatic plea. “Abby. If I fail, I’ll have to retake the class. With a professor who hates me. And I’ll cry. You hate when I cry.”

She pauses, hand still on the door. Her expression softens—just a little—and she exhales like this is the most exhausting favor anyone’s ever asked of her.

“Fine,” she mutters, holding the door open wider. “But I’m quizzing you over coffee. And if you get one question wrong, I’m making you delete TikTok for the rest of the semester.”

You gasp. “You are cruel. You’re cruel, Abby Anderson.”

And yet, as you both step into the warm, espresso-scented air of the café, you can’t help but grin. Because even when she rolls her eyes and pretends to hate you, she still shows up.

⸻

It’s been a few days since the café. Abby hasn’t said anything about how well you did, or how she’s been quietly rewriting her study materials so they make more sense to you—not the textbook. But you can feel it in the way she starts pausing after each card, letting you come to the answer in your own weird, roundabout way. She doesn’t roll her eyes as much. Doesn’t sigh as dramatically. Sometimes she even lets your ridiculous examples stand without correction.

Tonight, you’re in the dorm. Your side’s a mess, as usual. Her side? Not a single thing out of place—except for the fact that her desk is currently occupied by both your notebooks, two mugs of tea (hers mostly untouched), and a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels you brought in as a peace offering.

Abby sits across from you, legs crossed, pen tapping against her knee. Her glasses are slipping again. You wonder if she knows how often she pushes them up when she’s trying to hide a smile.

“Okay,” she says, holding up a card. “Explain confirmation bias.”

You lean back on your elbows and smirk. “That’s when you only look for stuff that proves you’re right. Like how I keep ignoring my grades and focusing on the one time a professor said I had potential.”

She snorts. “That’s… not wrong.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

She looks down at the flashcard. “Next question.”

But the corners of her mouth are still tugged upward, just a bit. She flips the card and throws you another one. “Defense mechanisms. Give me two.”

You hold up a finger. “Projection. Like when you get mad at me for not studying, but really you’re mad at yourself for how much you secretly enjoy our study sessions.”

Abby raises an eyebrow.

You add a second finger. “And denial. Like how you’re pretending you don’t love my sense of humor.”

She rolls her eyes so hard it almost counts as a stretch. “That’s not how those work.”

“It’s how I work.”

She looks up at you then, chin tilted slightly, and there’s something unreadable flickering behind her glasses—like she’s trying to figure you out, again. You hold her gaze a second too long before she glances away and pretends to reorganize the cards.

The air shifts, just a little. Not a full change. Not serious. But enough that the room feels warmer, more charged.

You break the moment with a grin. “What, no lecture this time?”

“I’m saving it for when you inevitably crash mid-sentence because you’ve been running on caffeine and chaos.”

“You care.”

“I’m invested in not watching you spiral.”

“You care a lot.”

She looks at you again. This time, it lingers. “Shut up and read the next definition.”

You don’t. Not right away. You study her instead—how she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s holding something back, how her fingers flex slightly when she’s annoyed and trying not to show it. How she doesn’t push you away when the flirting starts to sneak in like a slow drip. She just… lets it hang in the air.

You flip a flashcard.

“Okay,” you say. “Final question: which defense mechanism is it when you pretend not to like your annoyingly charming roommate?”

Abby lets out a sharp breath through her nose. Her mouth quirks into a reluctant smile, but she doesn’t look up. “That’s called repression,” she mutters, scribbling something in her notebook.

You’re grinning. “Interesting. Very, very interesting.”

She doesn’t say anything.

But her ears are a little red.

And she still hasn’t told you to stop.

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The dorm’s gone quiet. Flashcards are stacked neatly on Abby’s desk, tea mugs mostly drained, and the study buzz has simmered into something slower, more still. You stretch, groaning dramatically, then grab your towel and shower caddy.

“I’ll be quick,” you say, already halfway to the door.

Abby doesn’t look up. “Please don’t flood the hallway again.”

“No promises.”

You disappear down the hall, the sound of the shower starting a minute later.

Abby brushes her teeth in silence in the bathroom while you’re showering. Taking a quick glance outside to your side of the room—half a disaster zone, half a lived-in mess she’s begrudgingly gotten used to. She spits, rinses, and wipes her mouth on the towel hanging by her bunk.

The shower shuts off.

You return, wrapped in a towel and rubbing at your damp hair, cheeks pink from the heat. You don’t say anything as you dig through your drawer for a sleep shirt, but Abby catches the slight grin on your face when you realize she’s watching and turns quickly back toward her bed.

You change with your back to her. Nothing dramatic—just cotton and routine and maybe a heartbeat that’s a little too loud for no real reason. You crawl into bed, exhale, and reach to turn off the lamp.

Darkness swallows the room in a soft, shared quiet.

“Goodnight, Ab’s,” you mumble into your pillow.

There’s a beat.

“Don’t call me that,” she says automatically, voice low.

You roll over slightly, just enough to peek through the dark. Waiting.

And then, softer:

“Goodnight.”

You smile, eyes already slipping closed.

Abby turns her face to the wall, tugging the blanket up—and hiding the small, involuntary smirk that’s found its way to her lips.

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[tarotbyjam24]

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You will teach people how to be calm while having the power. You teach how to be your own light. You teach them how to move alone while being statistic . You teach people how to work smart and not harder. You teach them how to get more from doing less. You teach how to get in action quickly on problems to solve them. You teach them how to trust other person. You teach how to take care of your emtional wellbeing. You teach them how to secure that bag so that you can help others but 1st secure your bag \fill your own cup so that you can share it . You may read pile 3 if it calls you out !

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You teach people how to walk alone through rough roads . Gracie's that's so true came in my mind. You teach them how to find solace with yourself and how to confide within. You teach them to be a good listener and how to speak honestly without sugar coating. You teach them how to do partnerships. You teach them how to take lead if you get chance for that. You teach them how to make best use of your position at work for other's favour . You teach them how to be useful to each other. Literally a girl\boy next door vibes. You teach how to have fun alone and with the things around you . You show them how bright they are like a sunshine. You teach how to receive.

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You teach how to have fun with strangers lol . You teach them how to share your culture with others. You teach them how to be unique and be proud of it . You teach them how your existence makes so much sense and why you were born here on earth. You teach them how to make your presence felt between other people. You teach them how to be creative. You teach them how to mentor others. You teach how to shine brightly among others. You teach them how to be confident in their own vessel. You teach them how to multitask. You teach them how to ignore and not listen to unimportant bunch of quack - quacks . You teach how to have soft malleable boundaries. You teach how to be adaptable and survive any and everywhere. You teach how how to shut up people who are barking so much with your actions cuz words aren't enough. Pile 3 is my fav lol . SASSY PEOPLE . You may want to read pile 1 too .

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[csuitebitches]

book review: Stolen focus by Johann Hari

Major learnings from this book. It basically talks about focus, why and how we’re losing it. Why can’t we pay attention anymore? Are we individuals to blame or our systems? 

There will be a time when the upper class will be extremely aware of the risks to their attention (caused by tech, social media, our current generation) and the masses, with fewer resources to resist the temptation of technology, will be manipulated more and more by their computers. 

Multitasking is a myth. What actually happens when we multitask is that we “juggle” between tasks. This results in incomplete tasks, higher error rates, less focus, less creativity and memory decreases. 

Sleep is extremely important, especially sleeping according to nature - when the sun sets and sun rises. If the whole world slept the way we are naturally programmed, we would have an economic earthquake. Our economic systems run on sleep deprived people. 

Reading online and reading print has a huge difference. Reading online creates tendencies of skimming and scanning text. This prevents our brain from focusing intently on one story at a time, which print allows you to do. You also remember and understand things from printed texts better. 

Empathy. Certain research suggests that reading fiction and novels improves empathy, because you are immersing yourself in another character’s life for a while. Empathy has played a huge role in human advancements. If a group of white people did not realise that colonisation was wrong, if men did not realise that women deserve equal rights, we would not have independent nations nor be close to gender equality today. 

There are multiple types of paying attention. Focused attention is one thing. But day dreaming and letting your mind wander with no distraction (that is, being alone with your thoughts) is equally important. Some of the most important breakthroughs in human history were because the inventors were not actively focusing on solving the problem. 

Being on social media = giving a free pass to be manipulated. No thoughts, opinions, desires that you have are original. They have all been fed into you by social media and the online world. It is by their design that we cannot focus. 

Leaked internal records of Facebook show that they are aware that their algorithms exploit the human brain’s attraction to divisiveness. 64% of people, for instance, who join extremist groups join because FB’s algorithm directly recommends too. “Our recommendation systems grow the problem.” Zuckerberg eventually terminated the unit that was studying this. 

Diet and attention. The diet we consumed today is a diet that causes regular energy spikes and energy crashes. Our food does not have the nutrients we need for our brains to function well. Our current diets actively contain chemicals that seem to act on our brains almost like drugs.  

Be careful about reading research, especially when it’s funded by the industry itself. For 40 years, the lead industry funded all the scientific research into whether it was safe, and assured the world that it was. Lead later turned out to severely stunt your ability to focus and pay attention and that you are more likely to get ADHD. 

We define success broadly as economic growth. Economies should get bigger, companies should get bigger. Growth can happen in two ways - either the companies find new markets or they persuade the existing consumers to consume more. If you can get people to eat more or to sleep less, you’ve found the source of economic growth. It results in people working overtime, not having enough time with family, friends and themselves, stress and anxiety prone, lack of sleep and bad health, etc. 

Conclusion: use precommitment to stop switching tasks, try to focus more on intrinsic motivation than extrinsic, go off social media periodically (say 1 month at a time) and then extend those breaks; everyday spend 1 hour in walking in silence (no music, conversations or people- and if this is in nature, even better) to connect with yourself, 8 hours of sleep every night, build on slow practices like yoga, cut out processed food, take your PTO!!

[josefiendelphine]

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[mistydeyes]

the boys during medical residency

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summary: we've seen the boys on the field but how would they deal on the other side of battle: in the medical field?

pairing: none!

warnings: swearing, medical descriptions

a/n: just a lil something something as i'm working on a few requests, wips, and preparing for my hospital rotation on monday!

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price

specialty: general surgery

the long hours or sudden calls don’t get to him bc this man never sleeps

"Price, sorry it's late but-" "I'll be right in"

no one knows how he does it but rumor has it he can be ready and over at the hospital in 20 minutes tops

maybe he's just the king of multitasking

a great educator for his fellow medical professionals and patients

he can make a procedure sound like a walk in the park with his soft smile and reassuring words

in fact, the new intern mistook him for a senior doctor when they first met him

that boosted his ego and made the early mornings even more worth it

once he's in the operating room, he is fully focused and locked in

regardless of the surgeon's choice of music for that day, price is ready to go and immediately steps in when its time

speaking of which, his stitches are textbook, perfectly aligned, high tensile strength, and with no tissue reaction

always has everything prepared for handoff to the night resident

this man is READY to leave once he sees his co-resident enter the ward

he gives the most essential run down (he's just tired, not sloppy) and he gets the hell out of there

soap

specialty: pediatrics

most people think pediatrics are straight forward but actually you need to have some creativity

that’s where soap comes in

a child needs to take a respiratory test but is having trouble? think of it like you’re blowing birthday candles

a child doesn’t understand why they need to have their operation? time to pull out dolls and teddy bears to show how the doctors are gonna make them better

he always shows up no matter how early or late with a smile on his face

easily the kids’ favorite resident (he’s the first person most ask to sign their cast)

hates pre-rounds, he wants to get right in and see the patient's and families for the day

despite this, the other senior and junior residents (even the interns) have to remind him that it is essential to have a plan

when he's finally let loose is able to round, he has a field day walking down the hall

you just know all the attendings and nurses have to keep it a secret that he's working the night shift

or else they'll have a full floor of excited kids waiting to chat when he comes in during rounds

gaz

specialty: physical medicine and rehabilitation

the absolute king of finding resources

he'll whip out a full pdf study guide on spinal cord injury treatment and leave you questioning if he made this or found it online

also has one of those pocket guides that sums up everything you learn in med school

he's always there to help out those in the same boat

has such a steady hand when it comes to injections for spascicity

always has a terrible joke when he sees someone is receiving botulinum toxin

"You're basically receiving a less cool botox treatment"

despite his corny jokes, the residents, especially the geriatric ones, love him

has a friendly demeanor when collecting a patient's history, they simply feel like its a conversation and they'll tell him everything

he loves when people report sport accidents but still say they'll go back to it when they're better

he appreciates the dedication fr

also great at communicating with patient's and giving them detailed instructions to follow before their next visit

but his favorite part of the job? the diversity of the patient's he sees

PM&R is such a unique speciality that you'll see patients with a variety of injuries from all walks of life

this man truly thrives on his adaptability to educate and treat whatever patient the hospital throws to him

ghost

speciality: emergency medicine

sign-out in the morning is always the most awkward with him

as the nurse gives him a run-down of his patients, he'll just stare and occasionally nod to show he's following

"That all?" is his go-to way to end the conversation and actually begin the day's work

despite his quiet demeanor, he'll go through the motions beautifully for any emergency

easily the attending's favorite because he requires no further instruction and keeps a level head given the hectic nature of the room

since he's the attending's favorite, he's the intern's nightmare with his constant stares and the overwhelming presence he gives

"Am I doing something wrong, Simon?" the intern asks as she preps a central line and he just shakes his head, "Personally not how I would do it but go ahead."

this motherfucker

despite this, everyone admits no one deserves the title of "chief resident" more than him

he's not necessarily the best in the "educating others" department but he's sure to give a good explanation if needed

just know he's not happy about it

but if you survive the infamous ghost of the emergency department, you're on the path to success

[princessaffirms]

hiii! ♡ im new to ur blog and i was wondering how did you start believing in loa and manifesting? was it easy for you to start believing in everything?

do you have advice for someone like me who wants to start affirming and manifesting, but doesn’t even know where to start… its a little hard for me since i struggle a bit with my adhd and lack of motivation. i will admit that i’m lazy when it comes to manifesting. sorry if you’ve answered something similar to this already!!

could i be (🍮🎀) or (🐰🎀) anon pls?

🎀✨ HOW TO manifest with ADHD ₊˚⊹♡

a collection of ADHD-friendly suggestions/tips for my neurodivergent angels <3 (from someone also diagnosed with it!)

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BAEE omg fellow adhd-er!! <3 🥹 i’ve definitely had moments earlier in my journey where i’ve been skeptical and needed a break away from it all, only to come back to it later from a more grounded perspective!

now that u mention it, i’d love make this an official series focusing on bpd/adhd (as i’m diagnosed with both) friendly shifting/manifestation tips! 🤍✨ but for now, here are some suggestions that worked for me when i struggled with executive dysfunction due to adhd:

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✨ ADHD-FRIENDLY manifestation SUGGESTIONS/TIPS:

💭 start SMALL → think or whisper affirmations in your head while doing simple tasks that don’t require much narrative thought (so maybe not studying/journalling). instead, try affirming while performing tasks that feel like muscle memory: walking, brushing teeth, scrolling, etc.

⏰ set TIMERS/ALARM reminders -> set alarms periodically throughout the day, especially during times you know tend to be more free (ex. after you wake up, before you go to bed) that gently remind you to affirm for X mins! start a timer and affirm for a set amount of time (ex. 5 mins) to saturate your mind with the affirmations and realign your internal narrative, then just go along with your day!!

🌷 focus on 1-3 DESIRES at a time -> pick 1-3 desires to specifically affirm for instead of overwhelming yourself with 28848383 things!!

☂️ use UMBRELLA AFFIRMATIONS -> use affirmations that encompass all the things you want to manifest right now (ex. general beauty affirmations that imply you have glowy skin, long lashes, and your desired appearance instead of affirming for each thing separately!) your subconscious will understand your desires, even if you don’t explicitly affirm for every specific aspect!

☁️ READ a written script of affirmations -> try this instead of manually recalling affirmations from your memory every time!! write out your affirmations with different sections to keep it organized, then just read from them! takes a lot of mental/cognitive load off your shoulders!

🎧 listen to AFFIRMATION TAPES/SUBLIMINALS while multitasking -> normalize your desires to your conscious mind (affirmation tapes) + reprogram your subconscious (subliminals) <3

📝 stick to 1 AFFIRMATION -> pick 1 affirmation you really like and just repeat that one whenever you remember!

🌙 LOOP affirmations while you SLEEP -> there are 8hr ones with nature sounds on youtube (SAMMA SUBS is my fave channel for this) + you can make your own!)

📱 put AFFIRMATIONS in your LOCKSCREEN or device WIDGETS -> so even just checking your phone reinforces your beliefs!!

🎶 ANCHOR your desires to MUSIC -> pick a song that makes you feel powerful and mentally associate it w/ your desires!

🤖 try “ROBOTIC AFFIRMING” → just repeat it monotone and tired if that’s all you can do in the moment. loop it over and over until it’s almost background noise, until it’s NORMAL.

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you’re not lazy. your nervous system just has different needs, and that’s perfectly valid. your dream life is still fully yours. 🥹🫶

love and light always 🎀✨ - princess

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[forgeofthenine]

Also another one for Rolan, since some people seem to have a mod that replaces Gale with Rolan or something? I've only seen screenshots... Anyway, how does Rolan's magic play into his romantic life? Is he also into super weird astral projection threesomes? Does he summon pianos to play music in the background? Does he entangle his partner? Questions upon questions

I think I've come across that mod while modding my own game! I considered figuring out how to use it to kiss Dammon and then decided not to, maybe I should reconsider? Either way, I hope you enjoy the headcannons even if half of them are SFW, I actually used my new mechanical keyboard to write them instead of my phone (this fancy keyboard makes me so excited lmao)

NSFW under the cut

CW: Double penetration, Voyeurism, clone sex, bondage

Everyday magic with Rolan

SFW

Rolan LOVES some mundane magic, any opportunity is a good time to practise his magic

Your houseplants are looking a little sad? Don’t worry, he’ll use a spell to summon some water for them

You don’t have enough hands to multitask cooking a fancy dinner? He’s ready to help and doesn’t even need to stand

You hate cleaning the much too high up windows in Ramaziths Tower? Rolan has that handled too, don’t worry about it

He’s always looking for new ways to reinvent spells and impress those around him and that extends to his domestic duties as well

Sometimes, if he’s feeling a little cheesy, he’ll summon a gentle gust of wind to knock you off balance just enough for him to swoop in all romantically and be your prince charming

You’ll also generally find him perusing his library with an assortment of books and quills floating near him, or being moved off to the side when he doesn’t have need of them anymore

Mind your head if he doesn’t know you’re there, the room is essentially filled with projectiles

Rolan is also a master at summoning things over to his desk as he works so he never has to get himself up

That is, until you insist on dragging him away for a break

NSFW

If you don’t think Rolan uses his magic during sex then you don’t know this man

He loves some good vanilla love making, and it’s usually his go to, but using his magic simply adds some spice to things

Rolan is fully willing to make a magic clone of himself for the sole purpose of fucking you, whether he’s off to the side simply watching or getting in on the action himself he’s happy either way

He’s surprisingly into spitroasting you with his clone, especially when he gets to tease you as you’re moaning around said clone

Another thing he’s into is double penetration, there’s nothing Rolan loves more than seeing you spread out and taking two of his cocks

That’s not the extent of how he can use his talents in the bedroom however, far from it

Having magic abilities also makes bondage much, much easier luckily for Rolan

He could work it out ‘the normal way’ if he wanted, but this wizard would rather just skip to the good part

Silk ropes or thorned vines, Rolan just loves to see you bound and at his mercy, writhing with every touch of his skilled fingers 

You’ll be feeling the fleeting touches of fingertips over sensitive spots for what seems to be hours (but is truly mere minutes) before he finally pulls you against him and has his way with you

Rolans not usually one for manhandling, rathering sweet kisses and declarations of love while taking care of your needs in bed, but using his magic in these ways lights a particular fire in him

Hopefully you’re able to hang on for the ride

[bitethedevil]

I’m soliciting Raphael fans. What’s a fic you couldn't stop reading once you started? If you don’t have one, that’s ok. I’m nosy.

Absolutely. I don't nearly read as many fanfics as I want to. It's because I'm bad at multitasking. If I'm writing a lot, then I don't read as much. But here are some faves:

Currently I am completely addicted to 'knock knock' by @tellmeallaboutit, and have also just started reading 'he who laughs last' by the same author. Absolutely amazing.

Also love love love 'Sweetening the Deal' by @adevilyoudo.

Anything that @reallyhatethiswebsite writes is just absolute gold too.

Then there is an absurd amount of fics that I really want to read but shamefully haven't gotten around to yet because I am a slow reader and the reason above. Some of them being:

'O'Fortuna' by @gufu-vire

'Chamber Music' by @ultrakatua

'The Fine Print' by @punderdome

Tbh there is just a ridiculous amount of talented writers (and artists in general, of course) in this fandom and it humbles me everytime I think about the fact that I am mutuals with some of them.

(Thank you for the ask <3)

[octaneink]

Chocolates and Risotto

James Marriot x Fem!Reader

Summary : James and the Reader spend Valentines Day together making dinner Warnings : None Notes: Happy Valentines Day All 😚💕

You had to give James credit—he really tried. When he suggested cooking a fancy Valentine’s Day dinner together, you were sceptical. You’d seen the state of his skills in the kitchen during his YouTube videos with Will, and let’s just say it wasn’t exactly Gordon Ramsay-approved. But James was so excited, scrolling through TikTok and showing you recipes with names like “Decadent Truffle Risotto” and “Molten Chocolate Lava Cake.” He even joked about how Will would probably laugh at them if he saw this. “Good thing it’s just us tonight,” he said, grinning. “No cameras, no pressure—just you, me, and Otto.”

The plan was simple: James would handle the main course (garlic butter shrimp and risotto), and you’d take care of dessert (the lava cakes). He was optimistic, as always, convinced that this would be the perfect Valentine’s Day. “It’ll be fun!” he said, waving a wooden spoon like a conductor’s baton. “And if it goes wrong, we’ll just order takeout and laugh about it. Low-key vibes only.”

Things started falling apart almost immediately. James, deciding to multitask, had shrimp sizzling in one pan, risotto bubbling in another, and a TikTok tutorial playing on his phone—though he swore it was just for reference. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was already a mess, flopping into his eyes as he stirred the risotto with one hand and flipped the shrimp with the other. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, so focused yet so clearly out of his depth. He looked up at you, catching your gaze, and flashed that lopsided grin of his. “Chef Marriott at your service,” he said, giving a mock bow with the wooden spoon. “Tonight’s menu: chaos with a side of romance.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you turned back to your own task—the chocolate lava cakes. Or at least, what was supposed to be chocolate lava cakes. The batter was supposed to be thick and glossy, but yours was more like soup, pooling in the bottom of the mixing bowl. You frowned, stirring it again, as if that would somehow fix it. “I think I messed up the measurements,” you admitted, holding up the bag of flour that had somehow exploded all over your apron. 

James glanced over, his nose wrinkling as he tried to stifle a laugh. “You’ve got a little… everywhere,” he said, gesturing to your face. You reached up to brush it off, only realising too late that your hands were covered in chocolate. James burst out laughing, and you couldn’t help but join in, the sound of his laughter filling the kitchen like music.

The moment was interrupted by the risotto, which had started to bubble ominously. James turned back to it, poking at the glutinous mess with his spoon. “Why is it so… gluey?” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You leaned over his shoulder, peering into the pot. “Maybe you’re supposed to add more wine?” you suggested, grabbing the bottle of white wine from the counter. Without waiting for his response, you poured a generous glug into the pot.

The risotto hissed angrily, releasing a cloud of steam that set off the smoke alarm. The shrill beeping filled the room, and James leapt into action, waving a tea towel at the detector like a man possessed.

“Okay, maybe we should’ve just ordered food in,” he said, laughing as the alarm finally stopped. He turned to you, his cheeks flushed from the heat and the effort, and shrugged. “But hey, at least we’re doing this together, right?”

As if things weren’t chaotic enough, Otto decided to make his grand entrance. He had been suspiciously quiet up until now, but the chaos in the kitchen was clearly too tempting to resist. With a graceful leap, he landed on the counter, his tail swishing as he eyed the sizzling shrimp with predatory interest.

“Otto, no!” James yelled, lunging to intercept him, but the cat was too quick.

Otto darted toward the pan, his paw swiping at the edge and sending a few shrimp tumbling to the floor. James moved like lightning, scooping Otto up just as the cat was about to pounce on his prize. “Oh no, you don’t,” James said, holding Otto at arm’s length as the cat squirmed indignantly. “You’re not ruining dinner. Well, not any more than we already have.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as James carried Otto out of the kitchen, setting him down in the bedroom with a stern look. “Stay,” he said, pointing a finger at the cat, who blinked up at him with an expression of pure innocence. “Yeah, right,” James muttered, shaking his head as he walked back to you.

By this point, the kitchen looked like a war zone. The shrimp was overcooked, the risotto was gluey, and the chocolate lava cakes were still a soupy mess. But somehow, none of it mattered. James reached out, pulling you into his arms, and you leaned into him, your laughter mingling with his. “We’re a disaster,” you said, resting your head against his chest.

“Yeah,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But we’re our disaster.” And at that moment, with the kitchen in shambles, the smell of burnt risotto in the air, and Otto’s paw prints trailing down the hallway, you couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.

After the chaos in the kitchen, James declared the cooking experiment officially over. “Takeout it is,” he said, grabbing his phone and scrolling through the delivery app. You nodded in agreement, leaning against the counter as you surveyed the mess.

The risotto was still bubbling, the shrimp were beyond saving, and the chocolate lava cakes were now a solidified puddle in the bottom of the pan. Otto, meanwhile, had been banished to the bedroom after his shrimp-stealing antics, though you could hear him meowing indignantly from behind the closed door.

“I’ll clean this up while you order,” you offered, grabbing a roll of paper towels and a sponge. James shook his head, stepping closer and taking the sponge from your hand.

“Nope,” he said firmly. “We’re in this together, remember? I’ll help.” He grabbed a green food bin bag and started scooping up the ruined risotto, while you wiped down the counters and mopped up the olive oil. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but there was something oddly comforting about working side by side, laughing as you tried to scrub flour and chocolate off the counter.

By the time the doorbell rang, the kitchen was mostly clean—or at least, clean enough. James went to answer it, returning with a bag of burgers and chips from your favourite spot. The smell was heavenly, and your stomach growled in anticipation. “I think this is the best decision we’ve made all night,” you said, grabbing plates and napkins.

James set the bag down on the counter and started unpacking the food, placing the burgers and chips onto plates with a surprising amount of care. “We’re doing this properly,” he said, handing you a plate. “Blanket on the floor, candles, the whole vibe.” You raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, helping him spread a blanket across the living room floor. He lit a single candle—carefully placed out of Otto’s reach—and turned off the overhead lights, leaving the room bathed in a soft, flickering glow.

You sat down cross-legged on the blanket, balancing your plate on your lap. James grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge and joined you, sitting close enough that your knees brushed. “Okay, this is way better than risotto,” he said, taking a bite of his burger. You laughed, nodding in agreement. The food was simple, but it was exactly what you needed after the disaster in the kitchen. The chips were perfectly salty, the burgers were juicy, and the soda fizzed as you popped open the cans.

As you ate, James started making up a silly song about your failed dinner, his voice warm and teasing. “We tried to cook, but it went up in smoke, now we’re eating burgers and telling bad jokes…” You laughed, leaning against him as he sang.

The sound of his voice, the flicker of the candle, the way his arm brushed against yours—it all felt so perfect, so right. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a wave of affection for him. “You’re such a dork,” you said, nudging him with your elbow.

He grinned, setting his plate aside and shifting closer to you, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savour every second of this moment. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, but I’m your dork,” he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper, as if the words were meant for you and you alone. His eyes held yours, warm and steady, and there was something in his gaze that made your breath catch—something tender, something unspoken, something that felt like home.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a heartbeat longer than necessary, as if he was trying to imprint the moment into your skin. Then he moved to your cheek, his breath warm against your face, and you could feel the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as they brushed against yours. When he finally kissed you, it was slow and sweet, a gentle exploration that made your heart flutter in your chest. His hand cupped your jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, and you melted into him, the taste of salt and fries still on his lips, mingling with the faint sweetness of the soda he’d been drinking.

For a moment, the world outside the two of you faded away. The flicker of the candle, the soft hum of the refrigerator, even Otto’s occasional indignant meows from the bedroom—it all seemed to dissolve into the background, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and quiet intimacy. His other arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours. It was a kiss that felt like a promise, like a thousand unspoken words, like the kind of moment you’d want to remember forever.

When he finally pulled back, it was only far enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he smiled. “You know,” he said, his voice low and a little rough, “I think this might be my favourite Valentine’s Day ever.” His thumb brushed against your cheek again, and you could feel the sincerity in his words, the way they wrapped around you like a blanket.

You smiled, your heart so full it felt like it might burst. “Even with the burnt risotto and Otto’s shrimp heist?” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

He laughed, the sound soft and warm, and pressed another quick kiss to your lips. “Especially because of that,” he said. “It’s us. Messy, chaotic, perfect us.”

Just then, a particularly loud meow came from the bedroom, followed by the sound of Otto pawing at the door. James glanced toward the hallway, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, mate, hold on,” he said, reluctantly pulling away from you. He stood and walked over to the bedroom, opening the door just enough for Otto to slip through. The cat strutted into the living room, his tail held high, as if he hadn’t just been banished for causing chaos. He sniffed at the empty plates, clearly unimpressed, before jumping onto the couch and curling up in his favourite spot.

James sat back down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Otto’s soft purring filled the room, blending with the flicker of the candle and the warmth of James’s embrace. It wasn’t the Valentine’s Day you’d planned, but it was perfect in its own way—messy, chaotic, and utterly, completely yours.

How did people find this? I hope it was okay and hit a craving for something on Valentines Day.

[bluemirrorangel]

Dps headcanons the poets and their type of academia aesthetic 

This is wayyyy longer than I intended it to be lol anyway I hope you enjoy these, leave a ship or fandom suggestions and I’ll do headcanons for them if you want :) 

Todd:darkest Academia

Loves gothic fiction and horror stories because he likes being nervous knowing that he's supposed to be.

Likes reading outside at night because it’s quiet 

Surprisingly nosey, not in a bad way he’s just really curious about stuff.

Likes dark/muted colours.

His favourite book is a picture of Dorian grey.

Weirdly into cryptids and other mysteries.

Was TERRIFIED of the Bermuda triangle as a kid.

Loves writing poetry but enjoys writing in general.

Semi popular writer on AO3 for classical literature, started because Keating told him to publicise  some of creative writing.

Runs his good reads account like the navy.

Charlie:chaotic academia

Regularly gets uniform carded for everything; shirt unbuttoned and untucked, tie loosened, he never has his blazer on and his jumper is perpetually tied around his waist. 

Has a mason jar type cup on his nightstand that is always full of a mixture of different energy drinks and fizzy drinks/soda’s, Cameron says it looks like paint water.

Banned from reading out loud in English class pre-Keating because he got a little too into the role of Jack in Lord of the Flies .

Point blank refuses to do P.E and is always ‘losing’ his kit.

Shockingly serious about music class, deeply respects the teacher and never misses a lesson.

Post stick notes EVERYWHERE

Writes his notes in highlighter and felt tips

Went through a phase of bringing a flask to school instead of a water bottle because he thought it looked cool.

Spark notes BIGGEST FAN.

A saxophone prodigy despite being unable to read sheet music.

Neil:light academia

Loves Shakespeare and the theatre in general

Good grades in every class but really shines when it comes to the arts

Eats his lunch in the English classroom with the other poets

Forges his fathers signature for school trips so much half his teachers have no idea what his dads handwriting actually looks like.

Hates biology because he’s scared of blood

Always says that Todd is his favourite author/poet.

Really good memory, able to learn lines at shocking speeds. 

Finds it difficult to multitask; has to have instrumental music playing otherwise he gets distracted.

Prefers plays over books.

Collects playbills.

Meeks:classic academia 

Loves typewriters, inherited one from his grandparents and uses it alllll the time.

has a polaroid camera and uses it to take either the best candid's or the  most diabolical mugs there's no in-between.

Owns a shocking amount of sweater vests.

Has a record collection.

Loves those retro 50’s themed diners/drive-ins, drags Pitts and the poets to those all the time.

Really into history

Owns an analogue radio.

Taught himself Latin one summer to impress Pitts, and is now fluent.

His entire wardrobe is vintage themed.

Favourite book is the Outsiders by S.E Hinton.

Knox:romantic academia

Writes love letters and poetry whenever he has a crush on someone, used to keep them under his bed but swiftly changed that hiding place after watching ‘to all the boys I've loved before.’ with his sister, they now live in a shoebox on his trophy/bookshelf.

Loves the romantics big fan of love poetry as a whole.

Has definitely tried to serenade someone before.

 Self taught guitarist.

Has only ever received on card on Valentines Day, it was from Charlie in year nine it’s one of Knox’s most prized possessions.

Loves Romeo and Juliet.

Thinks ‘say anything’ is the height of romance 

Subconsciously wants to be romanced for once instead of the other way round. 

 Has Pinterest boards dedicated to romantic quotes 

His favourite movie is the princess bride.

pitts:’nerdy’ Academia 

really into the roman empire 

Loves renaissance fairs and goes every year.

REALLY into dungeons and dragons.

Loves going to random museum exhibits.

Spent half his childhood hyper fixated on the Titanic, was super excited to watch the movie and completely heartbroken when he realised it was a fictional story and not a documentary.

Brilliant at chess.

Knows random historical facts.

Horrible at remembering faces but never forgets a name.

Loves mythology of all kinds.

Really good at architecture; his middle school used to have a architecture competition where  you had 2 minutes to make a house out of marshmallows and dry spaghetti the most stable one won, Pitts won every year.

Cameron:dark academia 

Keeps his notes/homework in colour coded folders and files

A proper perfectionist and  chronic overachiever.

Writes in pencil or fountain Pen.

the gifted kid who REFUSED to burn out.

Only gets attention at home when he’s doing well at school, so he throws himself into his studies.

Drinks more coffee than water

Can play the piano, was entered in a school concert and his whole family came. He was terrified of embarrassing or disappointing them so he overdid it and played so hard his fingers bled.

Has a copy of every graded test practice or otherwise in his room so he can go over them before his exams.

Hates English with a passion because it’s the one lesson where there are no rules.

Once spent an entire night going over his English notes before a test and was so overtired he fell asleep during the exam and failed it. None of the poets bring it up not even Charlie because that day was the first time he’d seen Cameron cry.

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

HTTYD characters as classical instruments

Hiccup plays cello. He would be an incredible musician, but I think he’s the kind that would take too much creative freedom with the music and goes off-time with the beat (much to the dismay of the conductor because he really has a lot of potential) but he’s content sitting second desk or something. He also plays piano and can compose really well, as he has a lot of natural creativity (and what is composing if not engineering and building of sound?). I also think he’d be an amazing and charismatic conductor post-movie-1 Hiccup. Also violin and cello/piano is a beautiful duo and Astrid and Hiccup totally would duet together.

Astrid plays/leads first violins. I think she would make an incredible, confident and strong leader. She would 100% work the hardest to be the best in her section to an almost obsessive extent, until it stopped being as much fun as it was. It was Hiccup who helped her to gain the joy in playing totally not from hours of duetting in empty practice rooms which turned into makeout sessions.

Heather plays violin. She would definitely have the technique and sight reading skills to sit front desk, but would still let Astrid take the lead. There used to be competition between the two, but that’s all in the past.

Ruffnut plays double bass. I can see her enjoying the way the posture looks and feels on the stool and the low notes, but cello was too ‘classical’ and formal for her. Specifically, she started playing it to be in a jazz band and got roped into orchestra via her friends

Tuffnut plays percussion. He’s that one asshat at the back with one bar in the concert and vibes while the other sections suffer through the difficult pieces. But I think he would have such an amazing time playing all the different instruments and multitasking. Tuff would also have the most fun making innuendos about all the other instruments (the conductor says “you need to adjust your fingering,” “tongue that D a little firmer,” “blow harder at this bar” and he goes nuts)

Fishlegs plays/leads oboe and flute. He can play panpipes in canon, and he seems like the kind of person who would be happy with a smaller part. Also, (he will never admit it) but he loves being the instrument everyone tunes to because it makes him feel a bit more respected.

Snotlout plays tuba. His personality just screams ‘brass player’ and I think he’d want one of the bigger brass instruments (even though carrying it kills his posture). Also he loves having the big solos (occasionally) and getting the chance to show off. He’s also a secret fan of the Star Wars soundtrack. He also gets very flustered by all the hot brass men.

Dagur plays viola. I honestly don’t know why, I think it would just suit him. He enjoys playing something similar to his sister (but not the same, so there’s no rivalry, ofc) and enjoys the richer sound than the violin. He’d also beat the fuck out of anyone who dares make fun of his instrument (which is... a lot).

Mala plays a lot of things. I was caught between several, so I decided she would be a multi instrumentalist - clarinet, bassoon, violin, and piano. She’s good at piano (maybe even on Hiccup’s level, but she’s also a lot older) and usually plays clarinet, bassoon or piano, depending on what the orchestra needs. However, if they’re short on violins, she’d be a good, solid stand-in. She’s generally just a one-woman army of musical force.

Throk plays trumpet (and he is very serious about it). It’s really difficult to smile while playing a lot of brass instruments, and I think that’s quite in character. In a modern universe, I also think he’d be a huge Star Wars fan, and the brass section has a lot of solos/important bits, which he would really vibe with.

Viggo plays piano. He’s just got that highly intelligent, quiet, condescending, evil vibe about him (no shade piano gang). He’d definitely enjoy sitting at the back and not having to do much, while being secure in the thought he’s more musically skilled than half the orchestra. He also plays the organ, and has a taste for Baroque music over modern stuff. He helps Hiccup with composing, since he’s good at composition too.

Ryker plays the triangle. Fucking hates it.

Stoick... I was really not sure about. Timpani has a really strong, commanding sound, as Stoick does, but he also seems like a brass player. Tuba is also low and bellowing, but isn’t usually as important as stuff like trumpets and trombones, but all those instruments seem too small for Stoick’s massive hands.

Gobber plays saxophone. He’d definitely engineer a prosthetic (or some kinda device) that can press enough of the keys. If he couldn’t, he’d play percussion. That’s definitely possible with a prosthetic limb, and also, he would find percussion so much fun. I can see him attaching a drumstick onto his prosthetic arm and having the time of his life.

Valka plays cello and violin. She has this lovely, ethereal vibe about her that just screams renfair–type violin. But the darker, more mysterious sound of cello could speak to her too. She’s definitely a string player. She probably taught Hiccup how to play cello. She’s also one of those people who is very spiritually connected to music (as I am) and has more emphasis on feeling the music above the technical aspects.

Eret plays French horn. I’m not sure what makes me go for this, I just feel like he’s a brass player, and French horn is the only brass instrument I haven’t listed yet.

Gustav is a piccolo player. He loves irritating people by squeaking it in someone’s ear. I think he started off on violin and got dumped at the back of second violins, which pissed him off so much, he learned piccolo out of spite.

Wingmaidens are flautists. They have that floaty, soft vibe about them, and the flute has lots of soaring passages that would be well suited to the flute.