#stressfully

[sleepynenes]

skizz vs false: a mini saga

[starlitcrows]

storyboard of that one field scene from pride and prejudice (2005) but my thabes fire emblem ocs + concept art doodles

[irritablepoe]

You think Poe is sitting at home, waiting for his husband to come home from war (literally)

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Bad Day

Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: Remus helps you after a rough day.

Warning: Blurb, Remus being the best boyfriend ever, after a rough day a hug from Moony is needed, sad, light angst, reader is going through it.

Word Count: 552

It starts off with a hug. His hugs are always warm and big. You always felt like the sun was hugging you, melting away all the stress and shit you had to endure throughout the day. 

He hugs you tight as he hums. When he feels you haven’t broken down, he starts to sway trying to release the tension in your body. 

“It’s okay, love. It’s alright.” Remus' voice is soft and in a whisper. 

His heart breaks when he hears you sniffing but he knows it’s good. You can’t keep all those feelings and emotions bottle up in you. He encourages you to cry, encourages you to let it out and that it’s OK because he’s here. He is here for you; he repeats it until you finally start to cry hard on his chest. You hide your face in his brown sweater, the light scent of his cologne and cigarette fills your nose. He hums to you as you stand in the middle of the room. He doesn’t rush you, he has the patience of a saint. Remus could probably stand there hugging, holding you for hours. 

Remus doesn’t mind. He wants to help you feel better. He lets you rant the problems you had today, lets you hold him, lets you cry and scream. 

With one hand behind your head, he holds the back of your head as you lay your head on his chest. You had finished crying out, still standing with him. His other hand is rubbing your back, he sometimes pats your back like a baby. He doesn’t care, he will do whatever he has to, to make you feel better. He doesn’t want to see his partner crying. 

“Come here.” Remus says after you quiet down. He notices the look you have on your face. You are deep in thought, he doesn’t say anything. He grabs your hand and pulls you into the bedroom, takes you to the bed so you can sit on the edge. You had just arrived home when he saw you were in a mood. 

Remus kneels down in front of you, helps you remove your shoes. There’s no sign of vexation in his face, he loves doing this for you. He asks you if you want to shower or have a bath. Whichever you pick, he starts the shower or the bath and make sure you have fluffy towels and socks ready for you. He picks out an old shirt he had from Hogwarts. He knows it’s your favorite. 

You’re in bed, you felt better after crying and washing away the dirt and grim from the horrid day you just lived through. He comes back in the room with your choice of drink. 

He sits near you and rubs your legs as you take a sip. 

“Thank you.” He nods and smiles at your small voice. 

“Here. Eat. You’ll feel better.” He tells you, opening his right hand open and showing you a single Hershey's chocolate kisses You chuckle to yourself, a sweet treat would make you feel better so you lean over to grab it but he moves it out of your reach making you frown. 

“A kiss for a chocolate kiss.” Remus says to you. You give him a smile and lean towards him giving him a kiss. 

[melancholicmarionette]

When I turned 30 last year the new update my body downloaded included sleep paralysis so this year I’m hoping desperately for a patch

[syneilesis]

☕

She has her hair tied up today, Yves thinks.

The woman grins brightly at him, phone clutched in hand. Emma—Yves had come to remember after she ordered the bitterest coffee with the sweetest smile—has graduated into becoming a regular, and a loyal one at that. At least four times a week and usually in the afternoons. She'd come with a book under her arm and a charming smile that never fails to trap Yves's gaze for seconds longer than he'd like to admit. The second time she came by, she complimented the pastries, which filled Yves with warmth and pride and something he couldn't identify. The only hint of it was the heat that pooled in his cheeks and the way he brushed off her praise with a stuttering denial.

"Good afternoon, Yves!" Emma greets, cheerful and sprightly, that has the barista look at her funny.

"You're too happy today," he says, already preparing Emma's drink despite her not even making her order yet. Every time Emma comes to the cafe she'd order the same coffee but with different pastries. After tasting Yves's brew Emma apparently fell in love, as she had gushed to him when she returned, two days later. That time, Yves dropped the paper cup he'd been holding, which caused Nokto—his co-worker during that shift—to guffaw, much to his embarrassment.

"Of course! I'm going to do something brave today."

Yves does a double-take. "Are you finally trying skydiving?"

"What? Oh, no! Not that kind of brave." She shakes her head before bringing up her phone. With a blush she says, "I'm actually going to text this guy I really like. Ask him out. I came here because I want to be in a place that gives me comfort and courage."

Midway through writing Emma's name on the cup, Yves falters. A guy she likes? Is there even one? Is it the blond guy who hangs onto Emma like a hyper golden retriever? That can't be—Yves has seen her repeatedly rebuff the boy, friendzoning him like one can't believe. If it wasn't the blond kid, then who...?

There's a twinge in Yves's chest that he refuses to examine any further, lest he comes away disappointed and broken. He swallows his unease and musters his own courage. "I-I see ..."

Emma goes on, oblivious to Yves's internal dissolution: "Yeah! Do you—would you help me text him?"

"W-What?" It's an effort to mask the distress in his voice. "Help you?"

"Yes. Do you want to see his picture?"

And what can he say to that? First and foremost, Emma is a customer, and Yves has to accommodate her wishes as a service employee. As they say: the customer is always right—in this case, seemingly right.

"Sure," Yves says, for a lack of anything to answer. At the very least he didn't sound like he ate Clavis's cooking. Small victories.

If anything, Emma's grin widens. She raises her phone a little more and turns it around.

Yves stares back at him through the camera screen.

His brows furrow in confusion. "Huh? Your camera's open, all I'm seeing is myse—oh."

Oh.

It clicks, then.

A hot rush of hope and possibility takes over Yves's body, and he feels like floating on air.

"So ..." For the first time, Emma displays uncertainty, her smile straining and shrinking. "What do you think? Should I ask him out...?"

Words of denial and rejection clamor to escape his mouth, but Yves doesn't really think, doesn't really feel that. More than anything, he wants to say yes. Very, very much.

He tries: "I—"

"No flirting on duty."

The anticipation shatters, and Jin grins toothily at them, wagging his eyebrows in a way that summons a furious blush on both Yves's and Emma's cheeks.

"I—" Yves scrambles. "I'm going to get more coffee beans!"

He practically flies to the back door, leaving an amused Jin and a confused Emma. Yves wants the ground to open up and drop him all the way to the earth's core. He's giddy, he's terrified, he wants to burst into a song. He just hopes Emma's still there when he calms down and gets back.

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[blinkbones]

the problem about chasing white whales is that you compromise your wellbeing and humanity doing it, and then when you come home, turns out you have to be a normal human being, you have to talk to gentlemen you forgot the name of, you have to show up to the bank and argue that you're still alive and please give me my money back, and all this, with the new leg, and the new gashes in your flesh, and the distant howling song of the whale in your ears. her cursed melody still ringing like an ominous wind. are you even sure she's dead?

[james--murray]

[A black cat with butterflies wings is perched on the table, watching carefully]

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[starlitcrows]

i cannot believe when i finally sit down n focus on a particular franchise squenix drops the ff7 rebirth demo and now my entire brain is sephiroth again

[juniperhillpatient]

my toxic trait is that if I make good decisions for enough days in a row I just assume that justifies making atrocious decisions after enough days have passed like it somehow cancels out & despite knowing that’s not how it works on a logical level my brain continues to function this way. I probably won’t change

[grimdarknokia]

oh my god it’s my Birthday Soon

[lesbianneopolitan]

In my latest dream, I was Neo post V9- I was with Team RWBY in a large city akin to NY, but my Semblance went off and it released an army of Jabberwalkers to hurt people

I felt bad because that was unintentional, so I started to help around in order to end with them but we eventually followed the trail and ended in a dead end in which the CURIOUS CAT was there

I started breaking and having a meltdown the moment I saw them because I didn't know if they were real or also part of my Semblance, but the CC was monologuing to make me feel bad as hell

like, I started crying, but then tried to kill them so HARD, with Hush and my own claws that I was super desperate

they were super squishy and I woke up in the middle of that, so we will never know if it was the Semblance or real but, shit was intense 😔

[4giorno]

my issue with getting into survivor games now that im still on the ps5 isnt being a burden to my teammates anymore, its that pressing skill checks registers at an extreme latency

[flmcrn]

i really love zolu/luzo, but for me, loving luffy is like a scream, like being unable to put your hands up in front of your eyes, like you've put your hands right through the roiling, volatile surface of the sun. it's like standing outside in gale force winds and there's nothing here for you, nothing except a god in the shape of a man, a man in the shape of a god.

but comparatively, loving zoro and loving law, together they're the placid surface of a clear round lake, its waters turbulent and deep, at once frigid and sun-warmed, gentle but fierce. it's nothing like loving a god, and yet everything like faith and trust.

[thedragonagelesbian]

LOVE giving him a reason to chug a tadpole...