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Why Freelancers Are Choosing Shared Office Facilities: The Benefits of Flexible Workspaces

As the freelance economy continues to grow, more and more independent professionals are leaving their home offices behind in favor of shared office facilities. These modern, flexible workspaces are not just for large businesses or startups—they are increasingly becoming the go-to choice for freelancers in search of a professional environment, networking opportunities, and work-life balance. Here’s why freelancers are opting for shared office spaces and how it can benefit their business.

1. A Professional Work Environment

One of the primary reasons freelancers are choosing shared office facilities is the need for a professional environment. Working from home can often blur the lines between personal and professional life, making it difficult to maintain focus or impress clients. Shared office spaces offer a polished, business-ready setting that’s ideal for client meetings, video calls, and presentations. With shared executive offices and private office rental options, freelancers can rent a space that reflects their professionalism without the high overhead costs of traditional office leases.

2. Networking Opportunities

Another compelling reason freelancers are flocking to coworking spaces is the opportunity to network with other professionals. In a shared office environment, freelancers aren’t working alone—they’re surrounded by like-minded individuals from a variety of industries. This creates opportunities for collaboration, partnerships, and even new business ventures. Whether you’re looking to share ideas with fellow freelancers, find potential collaborators, or simply expand your professional network, shared office spaces provide a vibrant community that working from home simply can’t offer.

3. Flexibility to Scale

For freelancers, flexibility is key. Shared office facilities offer a level of scalability that traditional office spaces simply cannot match. Whether you need a desk for the day, a dedicated office for a few months, or a larger space as your business grows, coworking spaces can accommodate your changing needs. Many shared office spaces offer flexible membership plans, meaning you can easily adjust your space requirements as your workload increases or decreases.

4. Cost-Effective Solution

Renting a traditional office is often out of reach for many freelancers, especially when you factor in the cost of utilities, maintenance, and other overhead expenses. Shared office facilities provide an affordable alternative. With affordable coworking options, freelancers can access a fully furnished office with high-speed internet, meeting rooms, and even administrative support for a fraction of the cost of leasing an entire office. This cost-effectiveness makes coworking spaces an attractive choice for those who want to keep overheads low while still enjoying a professional work environment.

5. Enhanced Productivity

Working from home can lead to distractions—whether it’s household chores, family members, or pets. In a shared office space, freelancers can escape the distractions of home life and focus on their work. The structured environment and designated workspaces make it easier to stay productive, and the access to amenities like private meeting rooms and quiet areas can help you maintain focus. Plus, the shared office facilities often have 24/7 access, giving you the flexibility to work when you're most productive.

6. Access to High-End Amenities

Freelancers don’t have to compromise on amenities when choosing a shared office facility. Many coworking spaces offer access to high-end services such as fully equipped meeting rooms, high-speed internet, printing facilities, and even on-site cafes. These amenities help freelancers run their businesses smoothly, offering the same resources as larger companies without the large price tag. Some shared office spaces even provide professional receptionist services and mail handling, allowing freelancers to look more established and organized to clients.

7. Work-Life Balance

One of the biggest challenges of freelancing is achieving a healthy work-life balance. By choosing a coworking space in Aubrey, TX, or wherever they are located, freelancers can set clear boundaries between their professional and personal lives. The ability to leave the house and head to a designated workspace helps establish a routine and ensures that work doesn’t spill over into personal time. It also reduces the temptation to work around the clock, which can lead to burnout.

8. No Long-Term Commitments

For many freelancers, the thought of committing to a long-term lease can be daunting, especially if their business is still growing or evolving. Shared office facilities offer short-term, flexible leases that give freelancers the freedom to change spaces or terminate their agreements with ease. This flexibility allows freelancers to explore different environments without being tied down to lengthy contracts or financial obligations.

Conclusion

The rise of shared office facilities is revolutionizing the way freelancers work. Offering flexibility, professionalism, and a strong sense of community, coworking spaces are the perfect solution for freelancers looking to improve their productivity, expand their network, and scale their business. Whether you need a temporary desk, a private office, or access to meeting rooms, shared office spaces provide a cost-effective and professional environment where you can thrive.

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teasing is the new delulu || song mingi || one-shot

| genre: fluff. slice of life. enemies-to-lovers- kind of trope. office kind of trope. | mentions: literally teasing each other. you teasing him. mingi teasing you.

You had just returned from the meeting, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders as you glanced at the clock—5:00 PM. Just thirty more minutes and you could finally crash onto your bed, the thought of sleeping a siren’s call after the endless back-to-back discussions. With a sigh, you placed your laptop onto the table and sank into your chair, scribbling down the tasks you had been assigned.

The office was alive as always, filled with the familiar sounds of rapid keyboard clicks, quiet chatter, and the occasional teasing among soft-developers. From across the room, a burst of laughter echoed as someone cracked a joke, while outside the glass walls, people were already packing up, ready to return home.

Just as you were about to start your task—at least for a few minutes—your product manager called your name. You looked up to see her sliding her laptop aside, motioning for you to pull up a chair.

“I have a few things to show you,” she said, her expression a mix of amusement and expectation.

Here’s the thing—your office wasn’t like the usual corporate setting with cubicles and private desks. Instead, it had the feel of a studio apartment, open and collaborative, with long wooden tables where everyone worked side by side. It was the kind of environment that thrived on creativity rather than competition, where ideas were shared freely, and camaraderie flourished.

You grabbed a chair and settled in between her and your fellow intern. But the moment you took your seat, you realized something.

Of course, your product manager preferred you nearby whenever you worked on layout designs, which meant sharing a workspace with none other than Song Mingi.

And that meant war.

“You’re seriously using that color palette?” Mingi’s voice cut through the air, his tone a perfect mix of judgment and disbelief as he side-eyed your screen like it personally offended him. You didn’t even look up. Smirking, you clicked on another shade—just to be extra. “You’re seriously still breathing near my workspace?”

His jaw dropped in exaggerated betrayal. “Unbelievable.”

Your bickering had long since become a staple of the office. So much so that even your supervisors had started teasing you both, throwing around comments like, “Married couple energy,” and “Just confess already,” every time you two went at it. It was routine. Comfortable.

And most importantly, it was fun.

But today, you decided to flip the script.

As you placed the final layer on your tab, you leaned in slightly, resting your elbow on his desk and tilting your head just enough to breach his personal space. “Why so grumpy today, Mingi? You’re usually better at keeping up.”

You saw it instantly—the way his fingers twitched against the keyboard, the slight stiffening of his shoulders. “I’m not grumpy,” he mumbled, eyes locked on his screen like it held the secrets of the universe.

You didn’t need to look hard to see the telltale flush creeping up his neck. From this angle, he was absolutely flustered. Grinning, you seized the opportunity. With a swift flick, you tapped his ear.

“Really? ’Cause your ears are turning red.”

Mingi choked. “W-What? No, they’re not!”

Laughter bubbled up in your chest as you tapped his shoulder lightly, reveling in the way he tensed under your touch. “Aw, did I make Mingi shy? That’s cute.”

His eyes darted around the room as if searching for backup, but it was useless—everyone else was very pointedly pretending not to be invested in your little exchange.

“I’m not shy,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re just—you’re being weird.”

Feigning offense, you pressed a hand to your chest. “Me? Weird? I’m just having a conversation with my favorite co-intern.”

His head snapped toward you so fast you were sure he nearly gave himself whiplash. “F-Favorite?”

You winked, returning your attention back to your work. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

Mingi let out a strangled noise before dramatically spinning his chair away, his entire body radiating flustered energy. “I’m done with this conversation.” Chuckling, you leaned back in your chair, watching as his shoulders remained stiff, his ears still noticeably red.

This was new. And honestly? You were going to milk this moment for all it was worth.

The teasing didn’t stop there.

Later that evening, the entire office spilled onto the lively streets, stepping out for a well-earned dinner after surviving endless nights of debugging and stress-fueled coffee runs. The nearby food park was alive with movement—bright lights strung between stalls cast a golden glow over sizzling grills, the air thick with the mouthwatering scent of smoky meats and fried street food. Laughter rippled through the crowd as vendors called out orders, the hum of conversation blending with the occasional clatter of utensils.

Your stomach growled as your eyes locked onto your favorite stall—the one selling those golden, crispy, cheese-filled corndogs you had been craving for weeks. Your steps quickened in anticipation, but just as you reached for your wallet, a sudden tug at your ID lace yanked you back.

You stumbled slightly, whipping around with a glare. “Are you serious?”

Before you could react, a group of kids darted past you, barely missing your legs. Mingi let out a quiet sigh of relief, though he quickly masked it with a smirk. “What?” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Just making sure you don’t run off. like those kids”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny.” Reaching for your ID, you tried to snatch it back, but he was faster, holding it just beyond your reach with a smug grin.

“Mingi,” you warned, stepping closer. His smirk faltered ever so slightly. “W-Wait—”

You surged forward, stretching up to grab your ID. Your fingers brushed against his, the warmth of his skin sending a small shiver down your spine. It wasn’t until you finally reclaimed your ID that you realized just how close you were. Your faces were barely a breath apart, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the air around you.

His eyes widened, his usual confidence slipping for just a second. And there it was—that telltale shade of red creeping up his ears.

“Oh?” A teasing lilt curled into your voice as you tilted your head, your hand still resting lightly against his chest. Your fingers curled slightly against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat beneath your palm. “Why do you look so nervous?”

“I-I’m not,” he stammered, stepping back so abruptly that he nearly tripped over his own feet.

You chuckled, the sound light and teasing. “Aw, is Mingi getting flustered again?”

“N-No!” he protested, clearing his throat as he turned toward the menu like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “What do you want to eat? My treat.”

You arched a brow, crossing your arms. “Trying to change the topic, are we?”

“I just don’t want you saying I don’t treat my ‘favorite co-intern’ well,” he muttered, still steadfastly avoiding your gaze.

This was too fun.

You leaned in ever so slightly, watching with amusement as he stiffened. “Careful, Mingi,” you murmured, your voice dropping just enough to make his ears turn impossibly redder. “I might start thinking you actually like me.”

He nearly choked on air. And with that, you walked ahead, leaving him standing there—red-faced, heart racing, and utterly, helplessly flustered. As you reached your table with your food, you couldn’t help but notice Mingi stealing glances your way, his flustered expression lingering even as he tried to act normal. 

His fingers drummed idly against the side of his drink, but his eyes kept flicking back to you, betraying him. You smirked, reveling in the fact that, for once, you were the one throwing him off balance.

“You’ve been staring for a while, Mingi.” You popped a fry into your mouth, tilting your head with feigned innocence. “Something on my face?”

For a moment his body twitch in a way of responding a snarky remark yet he straightened immediately, his entire demeanor shifting. Gone was the nervous boy from earlier—now, he leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers lazily against the table as he met your gaze with a newfound confidence.

“No,” he said casually, then let his lips curl into a slow smirk. “Just wondering how someone so annoying can still be kinda cute.”

You froze mid-chew.

Wait.

Hold on.

Did he just—?

Your brain stalled. Mingi’s smirk widened at your silence, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, the teasing lilt in his voice unmistakable.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

For the first time since this game started, you were the one caught off guard. A traitorous heat crept up your neck, and your heart did an embarrassing flip before you could shut it down. You scrambled for a comeback, but all that came out was a choked, “Hah?”

Mingi chuckled, his voice rich with amusement as he studied your expression. Slowly, he took a sip of his drink, dragging out the moment, savoring his small victory. Then, with a smirk sharper than ever, he murmured, “Flustered?” He tilted his head slightly, watching you with an intensity that sent another unwelcome flutter through your chest. “That’s cute.”

Your eyes widened. He did not just—

“You—you stole my line!” you accused, jabbing a finger at him as if that would somehow erase the smug look on his face.

Mingi only chuckled, completely unfazed. “Gotta keep up, favorite co-intern.”

And just like that, the tables had turned.

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"you used to love me " with mingyu x fem! Reader💗

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second chance prompt #44: "you used to love me."

mingyu had gotten used to the coldness in your voice. it wasn't always like this—there was a time when the sound of your laughter had been his favorite thing, when your touch had felt like home. but ever since the breakup, you had a way of cutting him down with sharp words and pointed looks, leaving him wondering where everything had gone wrong.

he didn't know why you hated him now. or at least, why you acted like you did.

“don’t you have anything better to do than linger around here?” you snapped one evening, your tone biting as mingyu hovered near your desk at the shared workspace for a project.

his brows furrowed. “i was just asking if you needed help. no need to bite my head off.”

“well, i don’t,” you replied curtly, your eyes fixed on the papers in front of you.

he clenched his jaw, forcing a polite nod. “got it.”

it wasn’t the first time you’d brushed him off like this. at a mutual friend's party, you'd made a snide comment about how “clingy” he used to be, loud enough for him to hear. when you’d run into him at the grocery store, you muttered something about how “some people just don’t know when to let go” before walking away without so much as a glance back.

but this time, it was different.

the final blow came on a late afternoon, after yet another tense encounter. mingyu had tried to make small talk, asking about your day, and you snapped, “why do you even care? you didn’t care enough when it actually mattered.”

his chest tightened, the words hitting him harder than he expected. for a moment, he just stared at you, his lips parting as if to say something but no sound coming out. finally, his voice broke through, soft and pained.

“you used to love me, you know,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours. “you don’t have to be like that... you don't have to be so mean.”

your breath caught, and for a moment, you faltered, but you quickly masked it with a scoff. “that’s in the past.”

he didn’t reply, just nodded slowly, shoulders heavy as he turned and walked away.

a few days later, you found yourself at the park for an outdoor charity event, mingyu nearby as usual, volunteering for the setup. you tried to avoid him, keeping your distance as much as possible.

but then you heard the commotion.

a crash, followed by a string of startled voices. you whipped around to see mingyu sprawled on the ground near a pile of fallen equipment, holding his arm awkwardly.

“gyu-ah!” you shouted as panic coarses through you, rushing over before you even realized what you were doing. he groaned, trying to sit up, but you dropped to your knees beside him, your hands trembling as they hovered over his arm.

“what were you thinking?” you snapped, but your voice cracked with worry. “you could’ve gotten seriously hurt!”

“im fine,” he said weakly, offering you a small, strained smile. “just a scratch.”

“a scratch?” you repeated, your voice rising. “mingyu, you’re bleeding!”

tears pricked your eyes as you fussed over him, checking his arm for more injuries. mingyu's eyebrows burrowed as he watched you in silence, his heart twisting at the sight of your panic.

“you’re always so reckless,” you muttered, your voice breaking as you pressed a clean cloth to his arm to stop the bleeding. “why do you always have to act like nothing matters? why can't you take better care of yourself? you scared me.”

he blinked, taken aback. “you were scared?”

“of course i was scared!” you snapped, tears spilling over now. “do you think i’d just stand there and do nothing if something happened to you? i—”

you stopped, realizing what you were about to say. your hands froze, still pressed against his arm, and you refused to meet his gaze.

“you still care about me,” mingyu said softly, his voice filled with quiet wonder.

you swallowed hard, shaking your head. “i... i don’t...”

“you do,” he pressed, leaning closer despite the pain in his arm. “you wouldn’t be like this if you didn’t.”

you bit your lip, fresh tears welling up. “what do you want me to say?” you asked in exasperation and frustration, your shoulders shaking. “what do you want me to do? why can't you just.. why do you keep making me worry? why can't you just stay away? why do you have to make moving on from you so hard? why cant you just let me be mean and hate you? its so much easier to just hate you than—”

mingyu could only watch helplessly as you choked over your sobs. his heart broke at your words, guilt washing over him. “i’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “for everything. for making you feel like you had to do that just to protect yourself. i... i didn't mean to," mingyu says defeatedly, "i know i probably don’t deserve it, but.. i miss us.”

your breath hitched, and he reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against yours. “i don’t want to hurt you again,” he continued, his voice soft and vulnerable. “but if there’s even the smallest part of you that’s willing to try again... i’d do anything to show you how much i still love you.”

you looked up at him, his sincerity clear in his eyes, and for the first time in a long while, the wall you’d built around your heart began to crack.

“i hate you,” you muttered as your fist balled and hits his chest, "i hate you so much," your voice trembling as the tears now fall freely.

still, mingyu smiled through his pain, knowing what this means. “i love you,” he confesses, "I love you so much,"

"I hate you," you repeat, your fist going up to hit his chest again.

this time, mingyu catches you by your wrist, "you hate me as much as you love me, sweetheart." at this, your eyes only waters more because you know he's right; you dont actually hate him.

mingyu's grip on your wrist loosened, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours. his gaze softened, but he didn't let go, holding onto you like you were his lifeline.

"you hate me, but you're still here," he murmured, his voice trembling as he let out a bitter laugh. "you’re crying because of me, you’re still holding on, too."

your lips parted to argue, but nothing came out. the truth sat heavy in the air between you.

"stop it," you whispered instead, your voice wavering.

he shook his head, his free hand brushing against your cheek, wiping away a tear that had slipped down. "i love you," he says again softly, his thumb lingering on your skin. "i’m not asking you to forgive me right away. i’m not even asking you to love me again—"

"gyu-," you interrupted, your chest tightening at the vulnerability in his voice.

he smiled faintly, shaking his head. "no, just let me say this," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "all I'm asking for is a chance. a chance to show you that i can do better. that i can be the man you deserve to have by your side."

your heart pounded in your chest, his words hitting you with a force you weren’t prepared for. your walls wavered, the cracks growing wider with each syllable he spoke.

"and if you can’t," mingyu continued, his voice breaking slightly, "if you can’t give me that chance, i’ll walk away. i’ll leave you alone for good if that’s what you want."

you stared at him, your throat tight as tears threatened to spill again. his honesty was overwhelming, and for a moment, you hated how much you wanted to believe him.

"you used to love me," he voice soft & hoarse, it almost broke you. "and i know i messed it up. but if there’s even the smallest part of you that still does, just... let me fix it."

the silence between you felt deafening. your heart screamed at you to take the risk, but your head begged you to protect yourself.

you searched his face, looking for any hint of insincerity, but all you saw was him—raw, open, and so clearly in love with you that it hurt.

"you’re an idiot," you muttered, your voice breaking, but your grip on his hand didn’t falter.

mingyu let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his lips curving into a relieved, almost disbelieving smile. "i missed hearing you say that," he said softly, pulling you closer.

you rolled your eyes, a weak laugh escaping you despite the tears still clinging to your lashes. "don’t push your luck."

"never," he said, his voice full of quiet determination as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. "i promise."

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You comented on my Na'vi post long ago saying about writing something A vatar themed. Can you do Tsu tey female reader? Thanksss xx

Hello sweetie! Whoopsie, I kinda forgot TwT but no worries, I'm sure I can whip up something about our grumpy blue dude! Thank you so so much for reminding me babes!

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Tsu'tey- the heart of Pandora

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NA'VI! x SCIENTIST!reader

(all Na'vi language I used will be listed and translated) :)

grumpy boy <3

Tsu'tey

(I love Na'vi collages sm)

You adjusted your exo-pack, peering through it into the iridescent landscape of Pandora. Bioluminescent plants stretch towards the colorful sky as shadows flicker at the edge of your peripheral vision. You love this world- the vibrant flora, the majestic fauna, and most of all- the thrill of exploration.

As a scientist, every element holds secrets waiting to be discovered, but there's one thing you find particulary intriguing- a certain Na'vi warrior named Tsu'tey.

He's unmatched in both strength and ferocity, a protector of his people. You've seen him from a safe distance of your lab- his towering frame outlined against the glowing trees, his presence both commanding and intimidating.

To you, he often seems grumpy and cold, glancing at your kind with an air of disdain as if you're more an annoying insect than a person. Still, there's something about his rugged demeanor that tugs at your heart- something that hints at uncharted depths beneath that icy exterior.

Your days are typically filled with research, colleting samples of flora for analysis and documenting your findings.

However, you find that every time Tsu'tey wanders into your workspace- hands on his navy hips, brow furrowed- you can't help but feel your pulse quicken.

Perhaps he's the most beautiful Omaticayan, the most beautiful sight on Pandora. Maybe, just maybe you wished he could see you differently too.

One late afternoon under the obsidian sky, you take a deep breath. Your exo-pack making wonders, letting you breathe while also giving you the ability to look around yourself. Tsu'tey was sitting near you under the tree, his hands moving restlessly- sharpening his arrows one by one.

"Tsu'tey"

You call, your voice slightly wavering. He turns to you, his brow arching in curiosity. His yellow eyes were staring at you, his blue ears flat against his skull.

"Would you mind helping me gather some flowers over by floating rocks?"

Tsu'tey got up and placed his arrow on the ground. He looked at you curiously, his blue tail whiping behind his back. You tried not to stare at the tall alien as he moved closer, many decorations around his neck swinging as he walked.

"I need them for my research on bioluminescence."

You explained, looking at his form- silently peering at you. His body was huge, tall and blue, streaked with navy marks and glowing white freckles. He had some scars from past battles.

His expression remains one of stoic indifference, but after an agonizing pause, he nods briskly. It's not the warmth you hoped for but it's the start.

"Get up, tawtute." (sky person)

He says, not even looking at you. You sprang to your feet, following the tall alien who was already vanishing near the purple bushes.

Together, you navigate the treacherous paths as he leads the way, his strength evident in the way he swings past various obstacles.

"You tawtutes... always demanding, always exploring." (sky people)

He muttered to himself. You were walking beside the tall Na'vi, trying to keep up with his steps.

As you crouch to collect specimens, Tsu'tey watches, keenly aware, as if guarding your safety. The flowers you gather in your hands, and for a fleeting moment, it almost feels like you share something more-a silent connection. That's until he notices which flowers you picked. He gently smacks your hands before you bring the flowers to your nose.

"Kä neto! Poison. Don't touch everything." (get away)

Tsu'tey's hand pulls yours as he continues walking. You could feel your legs treble, he was pulling you by your hand. His big blue palm covered yours completely. Your delusions eating you up, why did he sound protective? This was a start of something new.

Days turn into weeks, and the simple outings become the highlight of your research. Tsu'tey shows up more often than other of his kind, grumbling under his breath- though you suspect it's his awkward attempt to mask the fact that he's beginning to enjoy these little excursions.

He fetches you tools you need and helps to transport your findings. At first, he does so begrudgingly, but you notice a shift in how he examines you while you're lost in your work, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his golden eyes.

One evening, after a long day of sampling you ask-

"Tsu'tey, have you ever gone scavenging under the green flame trees?"

His eyes flicker to yours, looking puzzled and something else. You could see something in his gaze, maybe awkwardness or sadness..?

"Dr. Grace said the luminescent organisms are breathtaking at night."

He grunts, sounding slightly annoyed but intrigued.

"I do not need permission to explore, but I do find that interesting."

Tsu'tey sounded different, something soft creeped in his voice as he bent down to your level, your faces an inch away.

"But if you wish to see them, I will take you."

The tall alien replied, and a small, smug smile curls on his lips. You stood up, looking at Tsu'tey and nodding. His sharp teeth gleaming on moonlight.

The night soon wraps Pandora in it's starry embrace, and the verdant glow of the trees beckons. Tsu'tey leads the way, his imposing figure gliding through the shadows as you scramble to keep up. The world transforms under the luminescent twinkling of the flora, each step revealing a dazzling interplay of folors that seem to pulse with life.

"I know this place well."

He says, leading you to a small clearing flooded with silvery light.

"It is where my people come to connect with spirits of Eywa." (Na'vi goddes)

He gestures dramatically to the surroundings, almost challenging you to admire it.

"It's beautiful.. Grace was right"

You breathe, feeling the essence of the world wash over you. But you can't help but steal glances at him. In these moments, the walls he built around himself begin to crack.

Your soft admiring tone triggers something in him, and he shifts, the glint of vulnerability shining through the layers of bravado.

"Beauty can easily be forgotten, especially by those who do not understand."

There's a weight in his words, laden with an unspoken history.

Before you can respond, a rustle disturbs the tranquility and a glowing creature skims past- the kind you've long wanted to catalog. Excitedly, you chase after it, heart racing. Tsu'tey watches, amusement replacing annoyance as he leans against a tree, arms crossed.

"Why do you chase it skxawng?" (moron-fem)

He calls out but you don't have time to formulate an answer. The creature flits beyond your reach, deeper into the woods, it's light flickering like a whisper luring you forward.

"Tsu'tey??!"

You call, your voice echoing in the stillness. The thrill morphs into worry, and shadows loom larger.

Then, like a guardian spirit, Tsu'tey appears out of the shadows, his expression serious. Without hesitation, he takes your hand and the contact sends another jolt through you. He guides you back, grip firm and gentle.

"I told you NOT to wander too far."

He murmurs as you regain the clearing.

"The woods can be deceivng."

"I'm.."

You stutter, still in awe of the strength surging between you.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away."

His eyes soften, revealing glimpse of feeling long buried.

"You are brave, but bravery without caution can lead to danger."

He offers, his tone gruff yet edged with an underlying warmth.

As you both sit among the glowing flora, something shifts in the air around you. Silence drapes over the night, but it feels different- not uncomfortable, but laden with anticipation. There is a flicker of understanding, a known glance that spirals between you, and in that moment, you recognize that maybe, just maybe this grumpy warrior is beginning to see you not only as a scientist but as someone worth knowing.

The night deepens, and with every shared moment- every stolen glance where your gazes connect- you realise a transformative journey has begun, one that could unravel more than friendship beneath the luminous skies of Pandora.

"Will you join me for more scavenging yawntutsyìp?" (dear one)

He finally asks, a hint of smirk betraying his gruff demeanor.

A smile spreads across your face, hope blossoming within.

"Every adventure is better with you, Tsu'tey."

As you sit side by side, an unspoken promise hangs in the air- this was only the beginning of something profound in the heart of Pandora, where the colors glowed not only in the landscape but also in the growing connection between you two.

PHEW! This was a long one! Also I hope y'all liked this one :D

Don’t forget, requests are always open and I can write for any character you’d like!

I love you guys so much

( @marlenalmar tagged you as I promised, enjoy reading ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ )

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[kdogreads]

Ooh I thought of one tony flirting with ny not knowing she's married to or dateing Gibbs.

SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! I hope you enjoy! :)

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Are You Done?

Jethro Gibbs x f!reader

Warnings: just some flirty, jealous-ish fluff

“Ziva, Tony, McGee,” The honey-smoked voice you’d grown to love boomed across the bullpen, “On your feet — Someone for you to meet.”

The team gathered near where you stood alongside Jethro. All three sent reluctant smiles your way until Gibbs began to speak again. He introduced you formally with your first and last name, and the uninspiring title of “The new HR rep.”

Great, you thought, they’re gonna hate me already.

“Ha-alright,” Tony stuck his hand out to shake yours energetically, “It’s good to have another pretty face to share all my work problems with. Hey, you know, that new guy in legal is really getting under my skin; he’s so—“

“DiNozzo,” Jethro cut in, “Let her settle in before you start bellyaching, huh?”

You all let out a chuckle and the team retreated back to their desks. Jethro shot you a quick grin and nodded towards a nearby hallway before escorting you to your new office.

The next few hours went along as well as they could for the first day at a new job. You met your new coworkers, started to learn your way around the office, and took note of where the handsome Special Agent Gibbs spent most of his time.

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As the evening wound down, you made your way back to where your day began to check in with investigative team — they had been the most welcoming to you all day, so you decided to make it a point to get to know them all better.

You weren’t surprised to see the whole crew still hard at work. Ziva was on and off the phone consistently, speaking a different language each time she started a new conversation. McGee seemed too engrossed in his screen and keyboard to notice the outside world. Tony was leaned back in his chair, slouched in a leisurely pose, going through some files that were overflowing with papers spilling out onto his lap.

Then there was Jethro. He looked stoic as ever with a few papers spread out over his desk, his gaze shifting from the neatly stacked documents to his computer screen and back again. His hand drifted over to his ever-full cup of coffee without taking his eyes away from his work. It was only when he placed the cup back into its spot in the corner of his desk that he noticed you entering their shared workspace.

The way he announced your name in greeting caused a smile to creep involuntarily across your face.

A simple, “Hi,” is all you could muster as you tried to gain your composure back.

“Ready to quit yet?” He quipped with that shit-eating grin you love so much spreading across his face.

You simply scoffed in response as he pulled up an extra chair for you to sit next to his desk and decompress. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was nearly lulling you to sleep until Tony made his way over and stopped in front of you, one arm leaning on a shelf and looking your way.

“Hey HR, how was your first day?” He asked you honestly, but you could see the wheels of flirtation spinning in his mind.

“It’s been,” You took a deep breath in and motioned to the stack of files spilling out of your bag, “A lot to take in.”

Tony chuckled and took a step closer to you, leaning in to pat you gently on the shoulder affectionately.

“A smart, beautiful woman like you?” He exhaled quickly like there was something hot in his mouth, “You can handle that and more, I’m sure of it.”

You smiled and shot him an, “Oh, thanks.” Jethro had warned you about Tony, and you just couldn’t wait to see how far he would let it go on before his protectiveness kicked into high gear. You swore you could almost feel the heat Jethro was giving off as jealousy crept up into his chest.

Tony went on picking your brain, polite as ever, but with a hint of playfulness that you knew had to be driving your boyfriend crazy.

“So,” Tony began after laughing about your shared love of coffee creamer more so than coffee, “What does your boyfriend do for a living?”

You hadn’t disclosed that you were in a relationship, but it was his age-old way of prying to see how much further he could take his flirting.

“He’s actually a federal agent, too, kinda like you,” You let your lips curl in a smirk and raised your eyebrows at him, taunting him to keep asking more questions.

“Oohh, so you like ‘em a little rough around the edges, huh?” The two of you laughed before he kept poking for more information, “So what is he? FBI? CIA? Don’t tell me it’s Secret Service?”

“Mmhmm, something like that,” You teased, leaning forward to grab a sip of your coffee, “Can’t spill all my secrets just yet, Tony.”

You heard Jethro let out a scoff, his finger tapping rapidly on his pen as the impatience invaded his senses more and more. He fidgeted a bit with a file before abruptly standing up, sending his chair flying back into the divider wall behind him, and took off somewhere around the corner.

“Jeez,” Tony grumbled, “He’s always in a bad mood.”

You exhaled sharply and grinned, “I’m sure he isn’t always be in a bad mood.”

Tony flashed his charming, pearly smile and shook his head endearingly, “You don’t know Gibbs like I do, sweetheart.”

You returned a salacious smile while Tony adjusts his stance to lean his relaxed frame closer to you. Your eyes lifted to meet his, a spirited glint in your eye as you see a handsome figure appear in the very corner of your peripheral.

“So, HR, I know a great Thai food place just down the road, whatcha say I take you there, show you some of our NCIS hospitality?” He grins confidently awaiting your answer, which he just knows will be a resounding “yes.”

Tony straightens up quickly as a sharp whap hits him in the back of the head. Your eyes widen in surprise, but crinkle into a laugh as soon as the realization hits you.

“DiNozzo,” The booming voice you’d come to know growled from behind Tony’s terrified face, “Are you done?”

“Ow! Sorry boss! Just talking, ah. Done with what again, sir?” He rubbed the back of his head and tried to shake off the embarrassment of being scolded by the boss in front of a woman he was trying to impress. He slinked back a step, allowing Jethro’s strong frame to come all the way into your view. His body language oozing with possessiveness and nerve.

“Done flirting with my woman,” He growled, his intensity stirring a fire deep within your belly.

You wished you’d had a camera in your hand to capture the look of sheer terror on Tony’s face. A laugh spilled out of your lips as he stuttered out something akin to an apology, an explanation, anything to keep Jethro from kicking him right in the ass.

You stood up to grant Jethro a quick peck on his rough lips before tucking into his shoulder, his hand placed firmly on your lower back.

“I’m sorry I let you keep going, Tony,” You apologized with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, “I just couldn’t help myself.” A deep, grumbling scoff vibrated out of Jethro’s chest as he shook his head, fighting desperately to keep a smirk from creeping onto his lips.

It was only now you thought to look around, realizing with a blush that everyone in the room was staring at you, eyes glued to this unfortunate and hilarious confrontation. You felt embarrassed for only a moment before Tony cleared his throat, his face still beet red and wide-eyed.

“It won’t happen again, boss and, uh, ma’am — boss ma’am, Mrs. boss, uh—“ Tony was back to his stumbling apology. You couldn’t help but let another laugh dance from your lips.

“Tony, you can still call by my name,” You smiled placing a reassuring pat on his shoulder, “Right, Jethro?” You shot him a look with a raised eyebrow, signaling him to cut Tony a break.

Jethro only hummed a soft “mmmhhmm” before clapping his hand softly to your back, pressing gently to guide you toward the elevator. You gratefully leaned into his touch and waved goodbye to the still-staring team.

“All of you, back to work, now,” Jethro demanded with force, and you had to stifle back the giggle threatening to escape. Everyone hurriedly opened their files and picked up their phones, not daring to piss Gibbs off any more.

The act dropped the second you stepped into the elevator. That deliciously snarky smile you love snaked onto Jethro’s face as he yanked you into a steamy kiss, laughing into your parted lips.

“Brat,” He growled into your ear, his hot breathe sending a shiver down your spine.

“You love it,” You tease back.

He tucks you into him for another quick embrace as the elevator comes to a stop just outside the parking garage. His lips brush quickly over your temple before sliding his hand down to intertwine while the elevator doors start to creak open.

“Yes, ma’am, I do”

[bethrnoora]

based on people who have reached out to me, here are a number of campaigns of people looking to get to safety in Gaza right now - I believe all of the campaigns on here are legitimate, whether vetted by sources in contact with them, or by cross-checking Palestinian bloggers/existing spreadsheets compiling fundraisers. some of these accounts may have since been terminated but have previously been vetted. (for further verification I would recommend checking out el-shab-hussein's pinned post with resources and more.)

Mohammed Almansara: 4k CAD of 50k CAD; I believe this family had another fundraiser up but it was sadly disabled.

Amira Alanqar: 18k euro of 20k euro - getting close! her initial Tumblr account may have been terminated but was vetted per nabulsi's post which I've linked.

Mohammed Alanqer: 46k euro of 50k euro - also nearing their goal!

Doaa Jad Al Haq: 3k USD of 5k USD - initial goal reached, looking to establish a new workspace so her campaign has been extended.

Asma Ayyad: 2.7k euro of 45k euro - still VERY low in their progress, please consider sharing/contributing to get more traction!

Eman Zaqout: 14k CAD of 40k CAD - was paused on gfm at one point but appears to be active again!

Aseel Asad: 4k USD of 20k USD - also very low, please take a look at this one as well. I believe she's gone through a couple accounts, both of which got flagged but was backed by 90-ghost and is in contact with a Palestinian user named Mohyi who is also looking for help.

Ahmed & Sahar: 9k USD of 50k USD - two separate accounts, both members of the same family trying to reunite with their kids.

Youssef Helles: 10.5k euro of 23k euro - a little under halfway

Palestine & Youssef: 6.7k USD of 40k USD - also very low on fund. I realized I had not seen a couple of messages from this account in my inbox, which I apologize for missing. please take a look at this campaign as well.

[the-kr8tor]

Could we get some chill fluffy writing/hcs of hobie with an S/o that likes hanging out with minimal talking? Yknow just sharing their space and feeling safe :3? ❤️❤️❤️

S'cute!! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF!

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You enter his workspace with a blanket trailing behind you, a thick encyclopedia-like book in the crook of your arm, and two mugs of steaming tea. The door was already open, a sign that Hobie openly invites you in. He feels your presence immediately, taking his eyes off from the contraption he's been tinkering with for hours, he senses that you want to be near him without interrupting his flow of work. To which he's most grateful for, he'd hug you if not for the high voltage tech he's handling.

“Plannin’ on stayin’, lovie?” Hobie asks, goggles fitted on his eyes, rubber gloves on his hands that he silently curses at because he can't hold you with it on— and because of the electricity coursing through his tools.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod, placing his cup on another table, safe from all his tools and thingamabobs. “Can I?”

“‘course.” You smile sweetly, leaning slightly, lips puckered up and head tilting questioningly. Hobie chuckles, and without another word, he purses his lips to meet with yours.

Your lips feel slightly tingly, you guess it's from the electricity. Nonetheless, you gladly kiss back even though it was quicker than you'd like. It's for your own good you bet as he beams up at you, goggles making him look a thousand times cuter than he already is. (which you thought was impossible at first) His brown eyes are all big and round, a sight that has you giggling and wanting to kiss him more. But alas, he has to continue working so that you have the rest of the day with him.

“I'll be there in a bit, yeah?” He whispers to you, matching your energy, and you immediately want to kiss him back for it. Fighting the urge to hold you, he returns to his work.

You nod, walking quietly to the cozy armchair that he specifically placed for you. It's a deep green colour, just looking at it brings you at peace. Laying your mug in the cup holder (which he installed for you) you wrap yourself with the blanket, perfectly tucking yourself in. With your book opened on your lap, you begin to relax whilst the soft whirs of Hobie's tools fills your ears.

You read while he works quietly, just two people living in comfortable silence. And loving each other in the same room but in different corners of it, it's love all the same.

Mug now empty, and belly fully warmed up, you're on page 210 when you feel him snuggle up to you. Hobie sits on the arm of the seat, body slightly folded to accommodate for your own; chin tucked atop your shoulder, lips brushing along your cheek. His arm finds its place wrapped along your middle, palm splayed over your stomach that he has since moved the blanket and your shirt over to feel you closer. Skin still warm, skin still making you giddy after all these years. His other hand meets with the other, fingers linking together, properly warming you up and embracing you like a burrito.

You lean close to Hobie, pulling him impossibly closer by the ribbons on his sweatpants. He chuckles against your skin, pressing a quick affectionate peck on your shoulder. You inhale his presence, he smells of steel and the green tea you've made him earlier.

For a minute, you two just sit there, you read and he watches your expression change depending on the paragraph you're reading. You suddenly sigh longingly, curious, Hobie follows your line of sight, reading it silently with you.

Hobie scoffs in place, rolling his eyes at the passage you're currently on. He points at the exact sentence that's full of pining and longing from the main character. You look at him as he points to himself right after, making a face that says ‘can’t be me, love’ and his hand gesturing a slash across his neck.

You raise an eyebrow, wordlessly saying, ‘you sure about that?’ Poking his chest, you shake your head with a smile and then you point at the same passage in the book repeatedly. ‘this was literally you, Hobie’

He shakes his head, mirroring you, ‘no, ‘m not.’

You correct him with a simple gesture that you know will have him melting into you further. And you winning the ‘argument’ Holding his cheek with one hand, thumb pressing softly on his chin, you lean forward, eyes slowly shutting close, lips reaching for his own.

Of course he'd chase your lips, especially when you flutter your eyelashes at him like that! His hands fly towards your own face, tenderly holding you close. Your lips brush along his, but before he could finally close the small distance, you move away with a smug smile. Hobie's mouth is agape, feigning offense. He follows where your finger points at the book where the main character literally did what he just did, chasing down his love interest’s lips like a thirsty man stranded in the desert.

You lovingly poke him again. ‘it’s you’

He sighs, defeated, ‘it's me.’

You're not a monster, so with all your heart, you continue what you didn't do just a moment ago. Wrapping your arms around him just like he did to you, you kiss him just like in the books you devour, you devour him also. To which Hobie clearly indulges himself in.

[lick-me-lennon22]

Beatles X Assistant!Reader headcanons

(requested by a lovely anon :) enjoy, loves 💕)

John

John finds himself increasingly drawn to your quiet efficiency as the band's assistant. He admires your intelligence and wit, and he can't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever your eyes meet. He'll start finding excuses to linger in your office, hoping for a chance to make you laugh with one of his dry quips.

John will go out of his way to do little things that make your life easier, offering to carry your heavy bags or lend a listening ear when you've had a frustrating day.

He finds himself unable to resist the urge to tease you whenever the opportunity presents itself - purposely misplacing items just so he can watch you furrow your brow in concentration as you search for them, only to reveal their location with a mischievous grin.

Despite his playful demeanor, there's a softness in his gaze whenever he looks at you, a warmth he can't explain or ignore.

Paul

Paul is enchanted by your radiant beauty and warmth. He often finds himself seeking you out just to chat, whether it's about music, life, or anything in between. He loves the way you listen attentively to his ideas and offer thoughtful insights of your own.

His feelings for you are like a symphony playing in his heart, each note building upon the last until it becomes impossible to ignore.

Paul is captivated by your presence, drawn to the way you move with grace and purpose. There's a tenderness to his touch whenever he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, a silent confession.

And though he may not realize it at first, there's a depth to his feelings for you that goes beyond mere admiration - it's a love that's as timeless and enduring as the music he creates.

George

George is intrigued by your quiet confidence and mysterious aura, and finds himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He begins to notice the little quirks and habits that make you unique and starts to seek out opportunities to spend time with you, whether it's sharing a cup of tea during a break or asking for your opinion on a new riff he's been working on.

He's fascinated by the glimpses he catches of your true self beyond your professional exterior, and he can't help but want to know more about you.

George will often linger near your workspace, pretending to be absorbed in his own tasks while secretly stealing glances in your direction.

Though he may not show it outwardly, there's a gentleness in his touch whenever your hands accidentally brush, a silent acknowledgement of the growing connection between you.

Ringo

Ringo is captivated by your infectious energy and zest for life. He loves the way you bring a sense of fun and spontaneity to the band's work and finds himself gravitating toward you whenever he needs a pick-me-up, cherishing the moments you spend laughing together.

Ringo's affection is evident in small gestures he makes, bringing you a fresh cup of tea without being asked or leaving a silly doodle on your desk just to make you smile. He'll suggest you grab a bite to eat together after a long day in the studio, relishing the opportunity to see you in a more relaxed setting.

Despite his easygoing nature, there's a vulnerability in his eyes whenever he looks at you, a longing that he struggles to conceal. He starts to realize that he feels happiest when you're around and he can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way about him.

[sophiajones3324]

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[andres-galans-wife]

I SAW THIS AND THOUGHY OF OTTO IMMEDIATELY,, maybe something with this?

Of course. Thank you for the writing prompt. Like I said before, keep them coming

THANK YOU FOR THE WRITING PROMPT. I'm doing Doc Ock for this one.

Y/N=Your name

Y/F/N=your full name

The rain hammered against the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, a somber counterpoint to the quiet intensity simmering between Otto Octavius and Y/N. The air crackled with a tension neither dared to name, a consequence of shared trials and unspoken affections forged in the crucible of their chaotic, world-altering existence. Otto, usually a bastion of calculated composure, found himself uncharacteristically vulnerable under Y/N's steady gaze. He had spent his life meticulously crafting his persona, a fortress against the emotional storms that threatened to dismantle him. Yet, Y/N, with their unwavering presence and unexpected kindness, had somehow breached those walls. Now, standing amidst the fading echoes of a recent, harrowing confrontation, the weight of their shared history hung heavy in the silence, culminating in a simple, yet profoundly significant exchange. The lab hummed with the low thrum of complex machinery, a familiar symphony to both Otto Octavius and Y/N. Sparks occasionally flickered from exposed wires, casting dancing shadows across the cluttered workspace, a testament to the relentless experimentation that consumed their lives. Otto, a man defined by his brilliant, yet often obsessive, pursuit of scientific advancement, had always considered himself a solitary figure, his intellect his only true companion. Y/N, however, had somehow managed to infiltrate his meticulously constructed world, their presence a constant, if initially unwelcome, distraction. Their shared dedication to pushing the boundaries of scientific understanding had forged an unlikely bond, one that had slowly, almost imperceptibly, begun to chip away at the hardened shell Otto had built around himself. The recent, near-catastrophic incident with his experimental harness had left him shaken, forcing him to confront not only the limitations of his technology, but also the unexpected depth of his connection with Y/N. As they stood amidst the wreckage of their latest project, the air thick with the scent of ozone and burnt metal, a quiet, almost hesitant, conversation began, one that threatened to unravel the very fabric of Otto's carefully controlled existence.

"Y'know, you've changed me for the better, Sunbeam!" Otto said, his actuators pulling you closer to him

"I never thought you needed changing. You're perfect the way you are!"

"Sunbeam, I've done terrible things. I've almost killed people. I killed Rosie-"

"Otto Gunther Octavius." You said sharply, cutting him off

"Look at me!"

He looked at you

"What happened to Rosie, that was an accident. That was not, and I mean NOT, your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself for something you had no control over. You didn't know that was going to happen. So stop blaming yourself. You're perfect the way you are and I love you flaws and all!!!!!" You said

Otto smiled

"Oh, I love you my little starlight!" He said

"I love you more, Otto Gunther Octavius." You said

"I love you more, Y/F/N!!!"