#that assignment is due in a few hours btw

[blueberry-obsessed]

At the end of the day, it's me, my space mechanics assignment, and my WIPs against the world.

[prophecyofgray]

i am the world's most miserable little man (i have, like, a little bit of extra homework to do because i recently had covid and asked for extensions) (ok it's a substantial amount more but i deliberately left it all to the last possible minute so yknow. the consequences of my actions.) (IM NOT EVEN. AT SCHOOL. IM STILL ON MY STUPID LONG BREAK. but im takign uhh technically 3 virtual classes because what can i say im an academic.) (im so deeply miserable rn tho i have so much to do and i did so much already. im MISERABLE)

[azsazz]

Midnight Muse

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,804

Notes: This is going to be a good one you guys 💙 (yes I know I have a fic titled this already but it’s too good not to reuse, they’re not related btw)

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“I think that’s the last one,” you sigh, setting down a cardboard box labeled Living Room on the stack in the middle of the floor. It’s not heavy—filled with decorative pillows for the cheap futon couch shoved haphazardly against the wall—but the tower of boxes sways precariously and your roommate, Feyre, darts forward to reorganize them from before they all go tumbling down.

You and your roommate had been very organized at the start of your move, putting boxes into piles for which rooms they belonged to, but as the hot sun beamed down and the temperature outside rose, so did your tempers. The process ended with trying to get everything into your new fourth floor apartment as quickly as possible, which was a nearly impossible feat, due to the slow moving elevator.

Feyre sighs, hands on her hips as she surveys the mess of boxes. Neither of you packed lightly—a mistake you’d made the year previous too, and promised not to make again—the both of you refused to hire a moving service, intent on the fact that you could do all the heavy lifting yourselves. 

That definitely had been a mistake.

Panting a little, Feyre shoves the strands of gold-brown hairs clinging to her forehead away, sticky with sweat. The hairs at her nape curl away from her neck, and you’re so glad that she grew out those awful bangs over the summer. Now you don’t have to listen to her complain about how they’d be plastered to her head with sweat. The loose collar of her cropped shirt is damp, and she uses the hem to wipe at the perspiration beading at her hairline. “Fucking finally,” she moans, “I need a drink.”

“Alcoholic or energy?” you tease, but it’s not funny. You’re drained, and all you want to do is collapse on the navy futon that barely fits two, no matter how uncomfortable it is. But you’re hot, clothes irritating your skin from where they’re glued with sweat and your arms and legs burn with effort. A cold shower, tall glass of something icy, and a few hours napping will do you well. A grimace works its way onto your red face, “Tell me there’s air conditioning in this place.”

“Already on,” Feyre sighs, stalking into the kitchen. You follow after her, dodging boxes, and watch as she rips open the refrigerator door and shoves her head inside. It’s completely empty and you wince, knowing that it’s going to be a long weekend while you go shopping and unpack everything before the fall semester starts in a week.

You want to stop by the local art supply too, to gather the last of the material you need for your classes this year. It’s probably why you and Feyre have so many boxes; half of the ones adorning your apartment are stuffed with art supplies: brushes and paints of all varieties from oils to acrylics, graphite pencils and kneaded erasers, canvases both blank and filled. You swear there’s even an entire box dedicated to sketchbooks filled with random doodles and scribbled ideas for assignments that never turned into anything great. Feyre hadn’t been happy when she’d seen you’d left that box for her to carry up.

When Feyre’s had her fill of the crisp air, she hands you a bottle of water from the freezer. It’s nowhere near as cold as you’d like it yet. You’d run into the gas station to get a few bottles and candy bars while she filled up the tank of the U-Haul for your last stretch or the drive. It hadn’t occurred to either of you to grab something with more sustenance until this very moment.

“Ugh,” you groan, choking down the room-temperature water. It helps a little to soothe your parched throat, but nowhere near enough. “Do you have any money left in your account? We should Door Dash something for dinner, and call it an early night.”

“An early night?” Feyre retorts, making a face as she takes a sip of her own water. “We have a lot of unpacking to do. And our beds aren’t even set up yet.” 

“Fuck us,” you sigh, leaning against the marble. The stone is cool where it seeps through your thin shirt, and you ache to rip off your clothing and press your burning skin to it in an attempt to cool yourself off. “Let’s just find the boxes with the pillows and blankets and sleep in the living room, Fey. C’mon, it’ll be like when we were young again! Except now we’re old enough to buy alcohol.” You waggle your eyebrows at your roommate and she cracks a wry grin. “Well, almost old enough, but those fake ID’s Tarquin got us work like a charm anyway.”

“Fine,” Feyre relents, “Dibs on first shower, though.”

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While Feyre uses all of the hot water, despite it being nearly ninety degrees outside—blasphemous for the end of August in the middle of Southern California—you take the chance to move the U-Haul from where you’d double-parked it outside of your new apartment building. Thankfully, you and Feyre had saved up enough money from working at an Art Camp for children this summer to have both of your cars shipped to school. It was cheaper to rent a truck and move all of your belongings yourselves than to drive down and let a moving company do it, plus, you and Feyre had wanted to road trip this summer but didn’t have the funds. You both had decided there was no better time for it—until you could properly afford one—than this.

You scroll aimlessly through your social media on the way down, the elevator so slow and creaky that you and Feyre opted to take the stairs for most of your journey. Bigger things like your beds, the futon, and the tv had been squashed into the tiny elevator and taken up with prayers it wouldn’t break down. You can’t help but glance up at the certificate that says the elevator is in running order until its next inspection in two years. 

“Is that forged, George Brown?” you mutter, squinting at the paper displayed in the corner. It’s frayed at the edges and yellowing, so you’re not all that sure this elevator has been inspected when it says it has.

It comes to a jerky halt that makes you sway when it hits the lobby. It’s as nice a building as you can afford on your budget, but the both of you will have to find part-time jobs as soon as school starts up, so that you have money to buy alcohol and food and supplies. Feyre’s older sister, Nesta, had lived here with her friends Gwyn and Emerie during their undergrad years, but they’ve moved on from shitty apartment buildings riddled with horny college students to renting a quaint house in town while working on their masters degrees.

When the doors to the elevator slide open you slip out as fast as possible, a shudder working its way up your spine. You wonder how many times it’s broken down, and you’d hate to be in there alone if something like that happened. Maybe you’ll take the stairs from now on unless you’re with someone.

The lobby of the building is small. There’s a front desk in which no one ever sits, as if the building used to be sophisticated once upon a time and a doorman used to occupy the space. Mailboxes pinned to the wall line the area behind the counter, and there sits a garbage can stuffed full with envelopes and more likely than not empty bottles of alcohol and take-away, maybe even a used condom or two.

It’s muggy down here, more so than your apartment that the landlord hadn’t turned on the air conditioning when he knew you’d be showing up today. Whatever, you hadn’t had to see the greasy man, he’d left the keys on the counter for you and Feyre to find when you’d arrived, and you were more than thankful for that.

You brush away some of the hairs that have come loose from your ponytail as you cross the lobby. The hazards of the U-Haul are blinking at a steady rate, the skies turning darker with the looming night. It had taken you and Feyre all day to unpack the truck, and you’re returning it tomorrow when your cars come in, so you need to move it to a normal spot for the night. 

Pushing open the door, your steps falter as someone brushes past you like a shadow, nearly hitting your shoulder with theirs. Your brows furrow and you turn to toss a comment about how rude they are but the words dry up in your throat. 

He’s tugging off a motorcycle helmet and you can’t help but watch the way his biceps bulge against his skin tight black t-shirt. The muscles of his broad back glide like butter beneath the fabric as he moves and you can’t help but let your gaze travel down his spine to his tight waist, dipping into dark jeans.

His thick soled boots thump loudly as he stalks through the door, stopping at the mailboxes to check if he has any letters. The tiny door opens with a squeak that has you snapping back into your body, stunned by his musculature. This man is a god of his own league. A masterpiece of perfectly crafted body parts and tones. He has an angular nose and long, dark lashes matching his disheveled hair. He runs his fingers through it and shoves the helmet under his armpit as he digs through his mailbox. Your fingers twitch to dig out your sketchbook and pencils from the box upstairs.

You force your gaze outside again, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. You were straight up ogling the man, and thankfully you’re not drooling, as you take notice while you wet your suddenly dry lips. 

You click the keys, unlocking the U-Haul, but stop short when you see that the truck is caged in, a big vintage Bronco parked behind, and a shiny motorcycle that looks like it moves faster than the speed of light wedged between the moving truck and the vehicle in front.

“Hey,” you call, ripping the door back open to the lobby. You have no doubt that the motorcycle is his, and the car behind had been there when you and Feyre had arrived this afternoon, so you don’t know whom it belongs to. “Is this your motorcycle?” 

The man is already on his way to the elevator, phone stable in his leather riding gloves as he swipes, envelopes tucked into his helmet. The elevator door screeches open and he doesn’t even bother to turn around and meet your gaze as he punches the button to his floor. “Nope.”

[afictionaladventure16]

bb I'm feeling the angst and hurt/comfort hyperfixation choking me out. what about... Pedro's daughter is incredibly stressed out. She doesn't ask for help because she doesn't want to be a bother. It comes to a head and she breaks down crying when he asks how her day is. Being the amazing dad he is, he cares for his baby and makes sure she takes a break and gets extensions for assignments

Stressed Out (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Word Count: 1,712

A/N: I got you, bb!!! <3 I hope this isn't too short btw!! I hope you like it!!

Warnings: mentions of burn out.

Pedro had been keeping a close eye on your door, watching the small glow of light coming from underneath. It had been over two hours since you last came out and when you did, you barely said a word. He didn’t want to seem like an overbearing father going in to check on you 24/7, but he also didn’t want you to think he didn’t care. 

Maybe this was all his anxiety getting to him. 

“What is she doing?” He asked himself as he got up from the position on the couch. He hesitates walking over to your room, and eventually, he allows himself to go cook dinner. “I’ll cook dinner and then if she doesn’t come out, then I’ll check on her,” he tells himself. 

You, on the other hand, were stressing out about all the assignments that somehow your teachers had due in the same week. You had no idea how it all came crashing down on you, as a well-organized person, you always had everything done on time and never dealt with things being due all in the same week, until now. 

You had not had a good night's rest since Thursday night. It is Tuesday. Most of your weekend was spent trying to figure out what assignment you could do the quickest and which one needed your most attention. Then you spent a good amount of your weekend researching and crying and then doing more research and some more crying. 

Part of you was glad that your dad had to be away for most of the day because you didn’t have to deal with him coming in every hour to check on you. Also, you didn’t have to bother him for help. Even if he had offered, you’d still refused because you didn’t want to be a bother. It wasn’t his mess, but yours. 

“Focus, Y/N,” you said to yourself, it was hard to keep your eyes open. They were closing every other minute, stinging with any little breeze that came from the A.C. Growing heavy with every waking moment, you wanted so badly to just close them for a few minutes, but you knew it wouldn’t just be a few minutes. 

Naps were a no-go, there wasn’t any time in your schedule for them. You slapped your face, hoping that the stinging of your cheek would distract you from the stinging of your eyes, and for a moment it worked. Only a moment. Then it was both your cheek and eyes stinging and no work getting done. 

You groaned to yourself, resting your head on your desk, “Fuck me,” you muttered. 

Your current subject was Chemistry and boy did you hate chemistry. Yes, the concept and the way it works are interesting, and the experiments you did were cool and interesting, but the work? Difficult. You hated it. You weren’t a chemistry type of person. Nor were you a math person. 

You sat at your desk, staring at the word problem in front of you for about thirty minutes. The longer you stared at it, the less sense it made. You moved the paper to the other side of your desk, maybe if you looked at it from a different angle it would make more sense. You knew it wouldn’t work, but at this point you were desperate. 

A knock at your door disrupted your thoughts, “Come in,” you said softly. 

Your dad walked in, a smile on his face, “Hey, not sure if you smelled it, but dinner is just about ready.” 

You hadn’t. You were so focused on your homework that you didn’t even smell dinner and you didn’t notice how hungry you were. Maybe some food in your system would help. 

“Thank god,” you muttered as you got up from your desk, following your dad out into the kitchen. 

“Mind setting up the table?” He asked as he gestured towards the small mess of miscellaneous items on the kitchen table. 

You groaned at the sight, “Can’t we just eat at the counter like we always do?” 

He chuckled, “Alright, but I swear, we keep putting it off.” You didn’t say anything else, your mind lingered back over to the assignments that were waiting for you at your desk. You could be finishing them right now. Your dad noticed how you got quiet, “you okay, hon?” 

You hummed a response, sitting down on the stool next to the counter. “Looks like something is on your mind.” 

“It’s nothing,” you said with a smile.

He sighed, placing one of the plates down, “Mija, I know you too well to know when you’re lying to me.” He walked over to you, leaning against the counter. “What’s on your mind?” 

You let out a shaky breath, “School,” you said as tears began to well up in your eyes. 

Your dad's face instantly softened, “Oh, Cariño, what’s wrong?” 

You took in a deep breath, “I’m just stressed out,” you began, “I have two assignments for chem due on Thursday, Two Essays due Friday, Three assignments for Calculus, and an art project all due Friday too.” 

Your dad wouldn’t say it to your face, but you were fucked. It was a lot of assignments and so little time. “Oh, Mija,” he cooed. “No wonder you’ve been locked up in your room!” 

You let out a small sob, and your dad pulled you in for a hug, “I don’t know what to do,” you sobbed. “I’ve been working nonstop on my assignments since Thursday, I barely got any sleep over the weekend. I’m so tired, Dad.” 

“Mija, how come you didn’t tell me?” he asked. 

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you sobbed into his shirt. 

He let out a disappointed sigh, rubbing your back gently. “Mija, you’re never bothering me when it comes to these things, you know I’d rather you tell me than you be all stressed out.” 

You let go of the embrace, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, “I didn’t want you to feel stressed. I know you had a long weekend with all the press you had to do.” 

“Just because I have to stand in front of a camera and answer a few questions for a duration of time, doesn’t mean you can’t tell me these things. You come first in my life, if there is something you need help with I want you to tell me. I’ll make arrangements,” he gently wiped away the tears on your face with his thumbs. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

It was beginning to all make sense, why you hadn’t come out of your room and why you were always yawning around him. He was slowly starting to believe that you thought he was boring. 

“It’s okay, but from now on you tell me if you need help, okay?” You gave him a small nod, and he placed a kiss on your forehead. “Alright,” he began, “this is what we’re going to do. I’m going to go to your school tomorrow and ask for extensions on your assignments, you are also going to take the night off. That means no more working on these assignments for the night, okay?” 

“But-” 

“No buts or ifs about it, senorita!” He said sternly but with a smile on his face. “Tomorrow when you get home from school we’re going to work on your assignments together, Okay?” You nodded, “Now go change into your pajamas and hop into bed and wait for me.” 

“What about dinner?” 

“Go!” 

You rolled your eyes and jumped off the stool, your dad placed a quick kiss on your cheek before you walked off. 

“Aye esta nina,” he muttered to himself as he watched you walk down the hall. He couldn’t believe that you tried to hide this from him, especially since you told him almost everything. But it was okay, he was going to make sure you got the help you needed for your assignments. 

After a few minutes, Pedro carried two plates with him to your room. You were already laying down under the covers when he walked in, “thought you were going to send me to bed without dinner,” you commented. 

He chuckled, “Nope, we’re having dinner in bed,” he stated, placing one of the plates on the bedside table before handing you the other plate. He laid down beside you, grabbing his plate. Your dad grabbed the remote that was on the bedside table, “alright, what are we watching?” You shrugged, “Paddington 2?” 

You groaned in annoyance, “Not Paddington 2, I already feel shitty, I don’t wanna feel shitty and sad.” 

“Alright, alright, no Paddington 2. Even though it’s a masterpiece.” You rolled your eyes at his comment, “I know!” He exclaimed. 

You watched as he began to put in the letters in the search bar, “Bridesmaids?” 

“It’s a classic!” 

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “alright, I can agree with that.” 

You were quick to finish your dinner, laying your head on your dad's shoulder as the sound of his laughter slowly drifted you to sleep. 

Pedro wasn’t sure when you had fallen asleep and he wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t for your snores. He smiled to himself as he gently moved you so you were in a better position on the bed. He grabbed the plate from your lap before attempting to leave the bed, but he felt a tug on his sleeve. 

“Don’t leave,” you muttered in your sleep. 

He sighed, “I’ll be right back,” he whispered. He was quick to go place the dishes in the sink and get into his pajamas before heading back to your bedroom. 

He got back into the bed, “Cuddle, por fav.” (please) 

He chuckled, you hadn’t asked to cuddle since you were little and he had missed it if he was honest. “Alright,” he said as he lifted his arm so you could lay beside him. He placed another kiss on your forehead, “Go mimis, mija, I’ll be right here.” That was all you needed. You were safe in his arms and you knew that you could get a good night's rest now. Your assignments could wait one day. Your dad moved a strand of hair out of your face, “my stubborn girl,” he whispered. 

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[amenemisa]

Yo fukumori fans! I found something for you, I was tampering with my phone and i found a drawing for mafia!fukuzawa au. Then i decided to share those with you, cause i recognized that i will be on my kakashi era for a long time eheh... Gomen :') so let me explain and share them with you. Btw they're so messy gomen gomen again.

Yeah you know after joining the mafia i don't think fukuzawa will be happy or cherished that much. He will be the silver wolf, the assassin that government always feared. And yeah he'll complete the tasks Mori gave him with bloodlust. He threw away his sword because he was afraid of the satisfying feeling of accomplishment after killing people, right? So yeah he might have been aged but he is still that person. And if you think about it, our canon Mori would be very happy with this situation Fukuzawa in. So yeah, he would use him like a puppet and won't feel guilty.

Yes yes i know this is a whole of dystopia but this was what in my mind from the beginning. So now, let me explain every picture and yeah... Ehm... If you would write this story -again- i would read it with a great pleasure.

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(Tired of the whole night, he drags his blood-covered sword on the ground and goes to the main headquarters of the mafia.)

He came after a mission, feeling the guilt of pleasure he had. He destroyed a whole organization due to Mori's orders. That organization had many hideouts and Fukuzawa gave a visit to all of them. They were thinking to absorb Mafia's sources, they were planning many things. And Mori wanted the information, so yeah. He sent Fukuzawa to there to investigate and kill. Fukuzawa did what Mori said, he went to the organizations hideouts one by one. And well he took the documents, notes or records. Mori was lucky to have someone like him in a situation like this, he loved to play the cards at his disposal effectively. It was 5 am, sun was almost rising.

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His mind was filled with guilt and the events of a few hours ago. He didn't recognize that he was in front of the mafia's great building. He never wanted to be in this building but just look at him. He was standing right across it. And well there were many mafioso's and their eyes were on him. Those eyes were filled with fear and disgust. Fukuzawa didn't recognize their gazes on him first, but when he did he understood why they were looking at him like that. He had blood all over his body, his sword was also full of blood and it was making a disturbing noise while scratching the ground. Fukuzawa sighed and he waved his sword in the air a little - nothing more than shaking off the already dried blood - then he sheathed his sword with a smooth movement. Still mafioso's eyes were on him but fukuzawa didn't care.

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Luckily for Fukuzawa, Mori was standing in the reception area on the ground floor and talking to someone there. It was probably just a random conversation about involvement in the mafia or missions, but again Fukuzawa didn't care. After 7 months of living in the mafia, Fukuzawa had isolated himself a little more from life. Just the tasks assigned to him and the superficial conversations and sarcasm with Mori. He was on his edges already and he couldn't help it when he saw Mori. His heart bumped with ache; the tasks that he gave him, his ruthlessness, his rationalist mind. All of it turned into a growing emptiness and pain in Fukuzawa's heart. He take a step to get inside, with a thought of throwing himself into bed after completing the task and sleeping for a long time. The moment he stepped inside Mori slowly lifted his head and looked at him, oh yes that metallic smell of blood was all too familiar. He look at him with a flat face while waiting for him to come near. Fukuzawa never looked at him, he went to his side, he took the documents that he was holding in his sleeves and he gave them to him. He hadn't make any eye contact with him, he just wanted to go his bed. "Here's your information." he said with a flat and rough voice. Boy, that was hard for him, Mori took the documents and gave a quick look at them. Yeah, it was the information he was looking for, that organization could've not posed a threat by itself. They've had a backup.

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Meanwhile, Fukuzawa was preparing to get out from the building. He was on this mission for 8 hours maybe, he stopped counting after the 612th person he killed. He didn't even think about a shower, he wanted to sleep. But before he go Mori realized it and put the papers behind his hand. He took Fukuzawa's wrist with a sudden move and looked at him from the behind. "Where are you going?" His tone was nothing but authoritative. His hand was firm and eyes were piercing Fukuzawa's head. Fukuzawa didn't give him an answer, he just waited for him to let him go. But Mori didn't make this this time. He had an unimpressed expression on his face, he was not letting him go this time. Cause everytime he made this, it just caused more and more disquiet between them. The distance grew wider and wider. "You have blood all over you." Mori didn't let his wrist, he was not thinking let him go today anyway. Mori could see that it was not only the blood of others, he knew more than this. Fukuzawa was wounded, he was bleeding, this was so obvious and Mori was there to take care of his wounds. When Fukuzawa heard Mori's words he didn't make any voice, he just gave him a short glance with the corner of his eyes. And now what, was he playing the doctor game? He didn't need his care. "Fukuzawa Dono, -", he's cut with Fukuzawa's rough voice. " I'm alright." Mori looked at him with disbelief. "You're still bleeding and dirtying my floor." Against these words Fukuzawa was near of saying a word that he shouldn't say in front of the mafioso's but he didn't. He took himself, and Mori let his hand go. "Go to my room, i have a kit there." Fukuzawa turned his face to him to make clear that he needn't him but Mori's stern eyes didn't let him to say a thing. They wasted their time to give quick and stern looks to each other. At the same time mafioso was there, watching them, stretching with the tension in the air. God no one could look at their boss like he did, he could've been out of his mind. In the end Mori was the winner, Fukuzawa ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes with irritation. Then he made a quick move to turn around, to headed to the elevator that was going the top. Mori just watched him as he was walking to elevator, he didn't show any emotions on his face. But one silver haired man could see that Mori was in top of his rage. From the first hand Mori didn't make any plan to have a Fukuzawa like this. Yeah he wanted the silver wolf but this was out of his imaginary. He then took the documents in his hand again and walk behind Fukuzawa. They were heading the top, mafioso was watching them with strain.

[cookingforsatoru]

beauty and the beat by justin bieber would look good in you're rindou drabbleess!!

↪ featuring ; Rindou haitani x Fem!reader

↪ summary ; you were in a club where bonten would always go, but The Younger Haitani has his eyes on you.

↪ warnings ; cursing, slight nsfw, mentions of killing.

"Good Evening, Gentlemen! Please take a seat, we reserved this just for you guys!"

the waiter led the 3 Guys into the VIP seats and gave them their usual orders.

sanzu, ran, and rindou would always just talk bout ladies they wanted to fuck. or bout them planning how to (get Koko's credit card) get Mikey's attention and beg him to stop giving them assignments due so early.

'' is manifesting real? I need to get someone killed by Thursday"

the pink-haired man said getting really curios about that question

"We need to try, boss isn't giving us extensions." the older haitani said

a few minutes later they noticed rindou, not listening to their conversation and looking at a girl, dancing in the midst of the crowds.

"Someone got my baby's attention, huh."

"must be a lucky girl"

the two exclaimed, then the song "beauty and a beat" started.

the younger haitani smiled, so wide. for the first fucking time!

"lemme see the girl, rin! she's makin' you smile like crazy"

"there. see her?"

"oooh fuck, she is one of a kind"

"she is. I saw her in the cafeteria downtown once, twice? she's kind, sweet, n' everything. really"

"then go talk to her." his brother said wiht a wide smile, first time seeing his brother go crazy about a girl.

really changes him, so much.

rindou agreed and stood up, since he also wanted to get the girl's attention.

"hey, i see you here often"

"oh, but i've been here once. just tonight, sir."

looks like his excuse failed, but the rindou haitani isn't giving up that easily.

"oh must have been someone else, but you look really pretty, iv'e been talking about you eyeing you. not in a creepy way."

"oh okay"

"want some drinks?"

"sure"

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3 hours have passed, ran and sanzu wants to go home already.

they saw rindou leaving the cr with the girl in his back.

"So, you two had fun, huh"

"shut up. he's my brother btw"

"oh hello!"

"I saw a hickey, rinnie"

"shut up before i kill both of you"

"Alright, alright. but we're going home, say bye-bye to your girlfriend, now"

"oh, bye rin! it was nice meeting you"

"Don't worry, I'll meet you again."

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"she was so fine! her body, her face, even her personality is hot."

"you have fallen, dude"

"i can't believe i have"

"even her body was so fucking hot when she dances and everything-"

"YES WE ALREADY KNOW YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR THE 20TH TIME"

sanzu said, rindou just chuckled but. he didn't stop.

talking and talking and talking about that girl. he was so in love.

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[almond-t0fu]

Ok ok imagine-

Dazai, his fiance, you and Chuuya.....

Hmmm 🤔

Continuation

Soo, 1- you were saved by the mafia at a young age and by the mafia i mean Dazai specifically.

2- it was like an instant love at first sight for you.

3- a small introduction convo happened between you two and he asked you to join the mafia and become his assistant.

(you don't have an ability btw)

4- for the first few days you did what he asked you to do, met some people (Chuuya)

5- so like after month(your workspace is in Dazai's office) a girl comes inside the office and just screams "OSAMU I MISSED YOU" and you're just there, sitting on your chair, hella confused 👁️👄👁️

6- That girl turned out to be his Fiance. They were engaged due to mafia buisness.

7- she was a sweet person to everyone including you (kind of loud but still a sweet person) tho you couldn't help but stay away from her because you're literally in love with something who's supposed to be marrying her.

8- *timeskip* y'all are 17 now, you have noticed how close Dazai, his fiance and Chuuya were. Like you will be working on you desk and those three would just be having their own little picnic (yep they forgot about you)

9- Dazai still talks with you, a lot actually, whenever you two are alone (or Chuuya is there) he would tell you about his days, his failed suicide attempts, how much he hates Chuuya etc.

10- you also noticed one more thing, Chuuya was fond of Dazai's Fiance (let's name her Yumi). Whenever they all are together, you could see how his eyes lit up when she laughs at his remarks or jokes.

11- you did feel lonely but looking at them laughing together also made you happy since you considered them as someone special in your life.

(i feel like I'm making the situation really sad for the reader)

Now-

It was a normal day, you were filling up some documents that Dazai told you about. The Soukoku duo were on a mission and Miss Yumi was at her home. Quite peaceful for you. You actually liked your job (unlike Ada Dazai) so once the documents were over you started to do the things that Dazai would've assigned you to the next day. You also knew if Dazai finds out about this, he would be upset since he didn't like it when you overwork but you didn't care since you wanted the next day to be free (also you knew if you apologised Dazai would forgive you)

The office doors opened and you almost fell from you chair. The person that just came in was Yumi and she looked pissed. She looked around and her eyes feel on you.

"where is he?"

"p-pardon?"

She inhaled and asked again, "where is Osamu?"

"uhm he's on a mission right now, it would probably take an hour for him to come back..." You replied in a soft tone. This was the first time you had seen her like this and that scared you a little bit.

"1 hour huh? Ok then miss assistant, l have something to talk about."

(I'll write the rest later. Hope y'all can understand what i wrote hehe

Here Yumi, is the same "similar to you" girl from the breakup idea, so yeah she's not a sweet person. Also she's my fic ideas punching bag. She's inspired by all of those manhwa white lotuses that i hate. But she's slightly smarter and better than them.

Y'all would kinda hate Chuuya here but what can we do? He's in love with the wrong person

Also if you're a writer and find this interesting, please make a fic like this. I'm not a writer so i can't really write any of the ideas that i have posted so far but if y'all have the time please write it

Thank you for reading this and byee hope you have nice a day/night~)

[shjiyemis]

How long did it take to make the book? :0. It looks super pretty btw!!

Started the planning at the middle or ending of August. I started actually creating the images on pages somewhere in the beginning or middle of September, actually finished the last few pages in my all nighter yesterday (the night before I posted pictures)

It took 4 to 5 hours cutting out bookboard for the book covers bc I was very dumb and created a very complicated shape instead of making an oversimplified one.

I binded the book completely the morning of the day I posted the picture.

The book was an assignment for a class that was due yesterday so I was hurrying up haha. Even though I wasnt completely done they all really liked it, and I was quite proud of what I've done so far. I do plan to clean it up a bit and seal up the pages later so I'm not worrying too much about any mistakes.

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Bookmaking class really put me in an idea of bookmaking commissions. It's very enjoyable when you aren't rushing for a deadline.

[raventroll80]

Reunion

Another Troll Doomguy Fic (ficlet? idk)

Apparently I’m incapable of writing an actual proper story for this idea so here have another short story. The Interns name is still going to be Seth btw because names are hard. Also this story takes place a month after the Slayer felled the Icon of Sin and just before TAG (The Ancient Gods). Also the Slayer is also going to be named Slayer for au lore reasons.

Feedback is more than welcome!

It had been a little over a month since the Slayer felled the Icon of Sin. The moment him and Vega had left the Fortress Dr. Hayden had forced Seth to leave the Fortress with him, Seth could still remember the cyborg telling him the Slayer was nothing more than a savage beast and claiming that he’d turn on them once he returned.

Seth still doesn’t understand why Dr. Hayden is so afraid of the Slayer, from his experience the big guy was actually quite the gentle giant. He missed the feeling of being held by him and he could still hear his rumbling purrs. He hoped the the big guy was alright and Vega too.

The bellowing fog horn snapped him back to reality as the barge neared the dock. Seth had been assigned to help finish setting up an outpost on the mainland for the ARC. The boat was full of people both ARC personnel and civilian volunteers. Though about half were security personnel that Dr. Hayden was adamant on coming due to the reports that the Slayer had made his way to central Sweden.

Though it felt a little excessive the extra soldiers made a lot of people feel safer because even though the Invasion was over there were still a significant amount of demons left roaming the earth. But that wasn’t the only thing freaking people out, reports had come in from all around the globe talking about unknown creatures fighting back against the demonic hordes as well as other strange happenings. One of the more concerning reports were that of massive trees erupting from the earth in certain areas.

Seth had seen the pictures, trees as taller than skyscrapers dotting the globe. One had even split Iceland in half. While earth may have survived the Demonic Invasion, clearly they weren’t out of the woods yet.

Soon the barge had docked at the outpost, people were milling about the place. A makeshift wall was being erected around the outside of the ruined town. Seth was being ushered towards what appeared to be an old news/radio station.

The building wasn’t too badly damaged and a surprising amount of the equipment was still in one piece.

After many hours of work to get the station operational when Seth left the station. It was dark out and he was walking towards one of the makeshift dormitories when he spotted some stray cats in an alleyway.

Seth had stopped and beckoned the cats, one of whom surprisingly came. The cat was orange and black with soft fluffy fur. Though the cat was oddly long.

Seth had been petting the cat for a few minutes when it suddenly startled and hissed at him before running off. Seth had turned around to leave when he spotted what had spooked the cats.

On the next block over stood a tall figure. They stood taller than the lampposts one of which they were covering with their hands.

“S-Slayer?” Seth softly asked, stepping towards the figure. Hoping the figure was in fact his friend and not some random creature.

The figure straitened up before letting go of the lamp light and grabbing something from their waist and disappearing into shadow. In the brief moment in which the light had illuminated the stranger, Seth had spotted a large amount of green on the figure.

Seth’s hopes were raised when he saw the green.

It was the Slayer!

Seth had quickly made his way to the dorms with a broad smile on his face.

“Well someone looks happy,” a guard said as Seth approached.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he replied.

“Well what’s got you so happy then?” The guard replied.

“I’m pretty sure I just saw an old friend just now, I didn’t get a good look but I think it’s him.” Seth responded.

“That’s great! I hope you’re right, we need more optimism in the world,” the guard replied before wishing Seth a good night.

The night was rather peaceful, though the bed was rather uncomfortable. Seth didn’t mind, at least he wasn’t listening to yet another four hour lecture from Dr. Hayden on how the Slayer was dangerous and needed to be contained.

Even though Seth disagreed with the Dr. he still felt that the ARC got his point by the second lecture. Honestly he felt like Dr. Hayden was bordering on paranoia on the whole Slayer situation.

The longer he thought about it, it was really strange how scared Dr. Hayden was of Slayer. In fact from what he’s seen Slayer is more or less indifferent towards Dr. Hayden. After that train of thought Seth was more then ready to go to sleep.

In the morning Seth headed to the mess hall to grab a coffee and a breakfast. As he ate Seth overheard some people talking about seeing a large shadowy figure in the dead of the night.

Seth had a small smile on his face as he heard, glad that he hadn’t hallucinated his encounter last night. He finished up his breakfast and made his way back to the radio station.

On his way he saw the same cat from last night. The cat looked fine and happily approached him looking for more pets.

“Sorry buddy, can’t pet you right now. I gotta get that radio station up and running,” he said as the cat began loudly meowing at him.

The cat continued to follow him all the way to the news station. When he got there the cat was still following him. The guard at the door stopped him.

“Hey, uh, you can’t bring that cat in here?” They said confused.

“I don’t think I can control that,” Seth replied.

The cat meowed again.

“Hmm… if we’re quick enough you can get inside and I can close the door and stop the cat from entering,” the guard replied, Seth noticing that it was the same guard from last night.

“That could work, just be careful. We don’t want to hurt the poor thing,” Seth said staring at the cat.

It meowed yet again even louder then before.

“Let’s do this then,” the guard responded before counting down.

“Three… two… one!”

Seth rushed in the door and the guard closed it behind him. The cat stared at the two before walking through the broken glass door.

“Oh…” they both said as the cat walked over to the old reception desk and lied down.

“I’m just gonna go get to work setting up coms,” Seth said sheepishly.

“Yea…” the guard replied, embarrassed that they’d both been outsmarted by a cat.

As Seth entered the hallway he heard the cat give a happy meow as the guard began to pet it.

Today’s work was similar to yesterday but they were able to get the receiver up and running. Hopefully they’d be able to transmit soon, another priority was getting a PA system for settlement announcements.

After another long day of work Seth left the old news building. This time as he left he was greeted again by the guard and the cat. He chatted briefly with the guard talking about what he was working on. Once they were done the two left the building with the cat in tow.

As they were walking to the dorms Seth and the guard heard something fall over. The two turned to look at the source of the noise.

At first they didn’t see anything but then the guard raised their gun and positioned themselves between Seth and the alley. Seth followed the guards gaze and saw the shadowy outline of a large individual.

Seth was worried that the guard would fire on Slayer and he was about to try and drag the guard away, when the Slayer just walked away. The guard slowly lowered his gun before turning to Seth.

“You saw that right?” He asked, his voice shaking.

“Saw what?” Seth said after some quick thinking.

“The massive spectral visage of the Slayer? It was right there!” He shouted.

“Nope, though I will say this town is creepy as hell… haven’t seen anything myself but it just has this creepy vibe to it,” Seth replied, this time with a bit of truth to his words.

They continued their walk to the dorms, this time the guard was more on edge constantly looking around searching for threats. They parted ways once they had entered the old apartments, Seth heading up to his room, and the guard headed to the barracks.

The night was mostly uneventful, though there was the occasional skittering to be heard from the walls. The morning was uneventful as well though the cat was absent from his walk to the news station.

This time Seth was working in the basement trying to find one of the apparent several breakers in the building.

“Why are there several breaker boxes, who needs that many breakers?” He said as he searched the dark and dusty basement, cobwebs hung from the ceiling their owners long dead.

Occasionally Seth would walk into one of those cobwebs and fumble about trying to get the dusty webs, Seth didn’t like spiders and the cobwebs made him feel icky. After one of these little freak out sessions Seth found himself in a room that was apparently used to store holiday decorations.

He was looking around when he found a creepy vampire statue? Or was it a costume? He couldn’t tell. He leaned in and shone the flashlight on the decoration to get a better look. It had a large wide head with a large bat-like nose. It’s eyes were wide set bulging eyes, and had small human-like ears.

“Creepy…”

As he said that the “decoration” moved its eyes then its head to look at him fully. Seth jumped back with a scream. The creature gave a toothy smile before standing up and unfolding its gangly body, long clawed fingers cracking as if they hadn’t moved in years.

Seth sprinted out of the room and down the hallway and the creature slowly followed behind him. Seth slammed into the door and tried to open it, but to his horror it was locked. He began to pound on the door in panic as the creature approached. A painfully wide grin plastered across its face.

Seth’s terror turned to confusion as the creature pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door, gesturing for him to go first. Slowly he crept through the door before turning around to look at the creature again.

“Greetings viewer, how are you this fine day?” It said with a muffled voice.

“Fine…” he replied still confused, “are… you not going to kill me?”

“Now why would I do that?” The creature replied somewhat offended.

“Sorry it’s just…” Seth started before the creature spoke again.

“Oh! My apologies! How could I forget about that whole “demonic” invasion. I forgot how my appearance could be similar to those things,” it said, sounding disgusted having to mention the Invasion.

“I would appreciate it if you kept my existence, confidential. You reaction is more than enough proof that now is not the time for my kind to return.” They continued.

“O-ok…” Seth said still slightly confused, “uh, if you’re going back down there could you turn the power back on, we kinda need it to finish setting up the settlement,”

“I’d be more than happy to help you in your endeavours, good day to you my good sir,” the creature said before closing the door.

As Seth walked back to the main room the lights finally flickered back on. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the creature kept their word. Though now he had millions of new questions.

What was that thing? Why was it down there? Who are they? Why did they call me a viewer? These thoughts swirled around his head as he worked. By the time they were done the had managed to establish a connection to the ARC headquarters.

They were congratulated on their hard work, then once again warned about how the Slayer had been sighted heading north.

“He’s already here,” Seth thought to himself as he listened to Dr. Hayden drone on. Some people had actually walked out being done with the doctors speech, Seth was one of them. He went to the dorms, ate supper, and went to bed. This time though, he woke up in the middle of the night.

Unable to go back to sleep, Seth decided to go for a late night walk. He left the apartments and walked down the street. Dim lights lit the streets as the aurora danced across the night sky.

Seth had stopped at a pier to watch the fiery curtains dance about. As he was watching the same cat from the days before jumped up on a pole and joined him. The two sat there for a while just watching the night sky.

Suddenly Seth was lifted up into the air. He yelped when he felt large hands wrap around his waist and hoist him into the air. His captor held him close to their body as they left the pier.

He tried to look at who had taken him, but the person just held him closer. Soon they had stopped at an old shipyard outside of town. His captor had now slowed down to a walk and had entered one of the abandoned buildings.

Seth had finally managed to calm down, and he had noticed that his captor was purring. He was able to wiggle a bit loose. Now that he was able to properly see who his captor was.

“Slayer!” He exclaimed as a big smile covered his face as he saw his beloved friend.

Slayer looked at Seth before setting him down. Now that his hands were free he was able to take his most of his armour off.

Once he was out of his armour he immediately picked Seth back up and held him close. He began to cry softly.

“I missed you too big guy,” Seth said softly and he tried his best to hold and console his large friend.

Eventually Slayer had stopped sobbing and had carried Seth to what appeared to be a large sleeping bag. He lied down still holding Seth in his arms and curled around the small man. It didn’t take long for the two to fall asleep.

When morning came Seth was the first to wake. He could tell Slayer was still asleep by his deep breathing and occasional snore. Seth was right next to his face and he clearly could see how tired Slayer must have been.

His eyes were more sunken than normal and he could see bags under his eyes.

“How long has it been since he slept?” Seth thought to himself.

Slowly he reached out and rested his hand on Slayers cheek and gently rubbed his thumb across one of the many scars that dotted his face. Slowly the Slayer began to rumble, the same kind of rumbling purr from when they had first met.

The Slayer’s face softened and a small smile crept across Seth’s face as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

[rosecoloredtease]

so I had a pretty productive day so far: by the way I am typing this as I walk through my city busy streets 😬😬😬😅 (I'll indulge on that 👇🏼 there)

I started off my morning by taking my grandparents to their doctors appointment, grocery shopping, and then buying them burger king because my grandpa was in the mood for that!!

After I dropped them off, I attended back to back online classes, pretty enjoyable btw!! I emailed one of my professors to see if we can have a video call meeting on this week's assignment because I have QUESTIONS. I just need a little bit of clarity and guidance that's all.

An hour or so after class, there was power outage which sucks because I was doing my readings and adding to the discussion board but now I have to do everything again :/

During the outage, one of my friends sent me a few links in what women "prefer" on men because she knows I'm "on the market", which by the way, what the fuck is that phrase?? Anyways, on one of the links she shared the lady expresses how men should trim or shave down there? And you know what? She made excellent points, and I even looked it up more!! A lot of points where nade so I ended up trimming myself down there when the power came back on and wow... it's looking fucking sexy down there 😌😌😌 and it feels a little freeing?? I have to buy a proper trimmer soon so it can look cleaner but it's now a must do for me.

After that, I finished my reading and took a quiz that wasn't due till Friday? However there's three attempts available for it so I was like ahh what the heck; I got an 88 but I know I can do better!! I'll try again later this week!!

Now, I just arrived to a new park!! because of my stalker situation; I saw her at my usual go-to park with a few of our friends — I was too tired to say anything to the group and I just wanted to mind my business and enjoy a walk. But yeah, I thought I'd try going to a new park to see how it would feel? The only hassle is that my truck is in and out of the mechanic — I got it today to help my grandparents but I need to leave it alone until I know it's safe to drive completely. I came walking to this park which took like 30-45 minutes!! I'm okay with that, but it's going to suck now that we're back on standard time? It's going to get dark by 6pm and the drivers here are a little reckless. I brought my traffic vest? so here's hoping it goes well on my way back home. I'm always paranoid about that 😅😅 or on EDGE

Finally, when I get back home I'm just going to shower, get comfy and look up books because I need a good list to read!!

Okay — ☺️✌🏼

[faireladypenumbra]

11th Hour Drama

I've always intended to make the jump from MA to PhD. When I started in this program, I made my interest clear to the faculty I wanted to work with. I also made sure to ask about letters of rec early, since I have two classes + a teaching load of 50 students this semester and knew I would be busy down the road. I'll admit, I haven't had the easiest semester due to financial and personal crisis that dotted the first three months of the semester. I didn't start on my SOP and writing sample revisions until early October.

But nothing seemed to be wrong though, and my professors who are writing letters were all supportive. Except for my major professor. I'm currently taking their class and revising a previous paper as a unilateral seminar paper/writing sample/final defense project. They're a "tough-but-fair" type. Our communication throughout the semester has been okay, I worked to set perimeters for the projects early (these writing pieces weren't urgent, according to our earlier meetings), but major professor become harder to reach until October. We've gone back and forth on edits with the SOP and writing sample, but oftentimes, it takes a week+ for a draft to come back with a just few corrected typos or grammar issues (often ones my professor has added in earlier edits). By this time, I'd already made major changes to the content of the writing, and their feedback didn't apply anymore. I'm very busy most weeks, but tried to keep them in the loop. The SOP is now finished.

I kind of suspected from the tone of their emails that they were growing a bit annoyed: this came to a head this week when I was called to their office and royally chewed out for "poor time management." They had suddenly changed their expectations and wished I had finished my revisions in September, and read all of the literature they assigned in the class "for my paper" much earlier, since I was "wasting their time." There were a lot of airing grievances as well: they were upset I was late to class twice (no fault of my own btw: I had my required language exam and a meeting that went over, which I had contacted them about). They wished I'd asked their permission before joining some graduate extracurriculars, they were unhappy with the questions I'd asked one of our class visitors. They felt these things were "warnings" about unprofessional behavior. I came away from the meeting in tears and felt blindsided by this 11th hour anger.

We still have a plan for the revision- that hasn't changed, but when I mentioned starting my grad applications and sending my CV so they might start their letters early, my major professor looked baffled. I left our conversation with no concrete timeline for my major professor's letter, and whether they were even writing one now. I have a few other professors who have offered letters, so I am not without support, but I felt unwell at the prospect of not having my advisor/major professor write for me. Should I even ask for a letter from this person now?

[andillneverbethesame]

Girlfriends

❦ pairings: hermione granger x fem!reader

❦ warnings: nothing

❦ word count: 486

❦ a/n: this idea just randomly popped in my head. not my gif btw.

„hermione?"

for the past, what felt like eternity, hermione has been studying and writing her essays, which she has to do due next week.

you never understood why she was doing her school work the day it was assigned, since you always did it on the last minute, but that's just how the girl was and you wouldn't want to change it.

although you couldn't deny, that you wanted her whole attention this afternoon. it wasn't the best day of your life, because you were sure you did absolutely terrible on your potions test so you just wanted to cuddle with your girlfriend.

but hermione mustn't hear your call, because she didn't answer.

„'mione?" you called again. „my lovely beautiful girlfriend, the love of my life, the girl, who i want to spend the rest of my bloody life with!"

hermione giggled and turned to you. „yes, y/n?"

you didn't answer. instead of that, you patted with your hand next to you on the bed, signalizing to her to lay down with you.

„i have to finish this," she sighed, giving you an apologetic smile and then turned her attention on the paper in front of her.

„get your gorgeous arse here, granger!" you commanded and she chucked.

„i told you, m'love, i have to finish this first," said hermione.

„you've been studying for hours now! look, i know you are the brightest witch of your age, but how can all these information sink into that brain of yours? what if you just lay down for a while and i'll finish whatever you are working on."

„no offense, y/n," began hermione, „but you aren't exactly the person i would let to do my transfiguration essay."

you dramatically gasped and put your hand on your chest, knowing damn well you suck at transfiguration. „so i'm stupid, is that what are you saying?"

she gave you a look. „of course that's not what i'm sa-"

you cut her with a huff, pretending to be offended and rolled on your other side so she faced your back.

„y/n," she groaned.

you crossed your arms on your chest.

„stop being so dramatic, darling," hermione begged.

you said nothing to that. few moments later, you heard footsteps, which you were sure belonged to your girlfriend, approaching you.

you then felt her sitting on the bed next to you and you immediately sat on her lap and straddled her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

„y/n!" she exclaimed in surprise and then slapped your shoulder, making you grin widely. „what are you so grinny about?"

you slowly leaned closer to her face, putting both of your hands on her cheeks and brushed your lips against hers teasingly, causing her to whine.

pulling away from her face, you raised your eyebrow. „and now you want my kisses."

she quickly pressed her lips on yours and then whispered.

„i have always wanted your kisses."

[softxsuki]

Hey, I'd like to request for your 400 followers event, btw that's so impressive like damn you're awesome! So I was thinking of having a daichixfem!reader using the prompt 36 in an established relationship. So I kinda want it really fluffy when daichi comforts the reader but really angsty when the reader is spiraling into toxic thoughts, because I'm writing an essay on Monday and I'm really stressed about it.

I kinda want it were the reader is preparing for writing the essay, looking at examples, highlighting the text and even writing an outline to get comfortable with the text. But the reader starts spiraling, thinking about what grade she'd get, and how utterly destroyed she would be getting a bad mark after all that hard work and time and if she'd even get into university. So daichi comes a comforts the reader, using the prompt to stop spiraling and eventually gets her grounded again.

Ya, happy writing!

Daichi Comforting Reader Who Is Stressed About Her Essay

36: "Nope, not happening."

Follower Event Rules and Masterlist--Send in a request! <3

Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none :)

Genre: Sorta Angsty to Fluff, Established Relationship

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 950

Summary: In which your thoughts spiral out of control as you prepare to write your essay, but Daichi comes in to get you grounded again and eases your mind.

[A/N: Hello anon, thank you so much! I know it's already Monday. You probably already wrote your essay :') I'm sorry if I wrote this for you too late, but hopefully it could still come in handy for any of our future essays or assignments! Hope you enjoy <3]

Stressed was an understatement.

You’d been sitting at your desk for hours, trying to prepare for the essay you needed to write, but your thoughts were spiraling out of control.

How am I supposed to write this essay? What if I can’t finish it in time? What if I mess up? How will my grade recover if I get a low mark? The toxic thoughts were endless and they only slowed down your thinking process even more.

You tried shaking yourself off, looking back over at the text in front of you as you continued to highlight important parts that you could use in your essay. After reading through it a few times, you sigh, frustrated that the reading wasn’t sticking in your brain. Feeling aggravated, you decide to move on to something else.

You turn to your computer and look up several essay examples to get a feel of how you would format your own essay. Though, example after example only made you feel more dejected. You desperately wished you could copy the examples word for word and submit it as is, by-passing all the unnecessary stress that came with writing your own essay.

“What’s with all the sighing?” a voice asks, shaking you from your thoughts.

You quickly turn around to see your boyfriend, Daichi, by the door.

“Just worrying about this essay that’s due in a few hours. My outline is a complete mess, this text makes no sense, and these essay examples are just frustrating me because I know my essay won’t come out as good as them,” you huff, your legs bouncing anxiously in your chair.

“Then I guess I’ve arrived just in time,” Daichi laughs, closing the door behind him as he drops a bottle of water and some snacks on your desk beside your papers, “Eat up, you have to feed your mind and stay hydrated in order to focus.”

You look between the snacks and Daichi, but huff and push it away, “I’m too stressed to eat.”

“C’mon now, take a breather for a few minutes to clear your head before you continue.”

“How can I take a break when the essay is due in a few hours and I have nothing to prove for all the hours I’ve already spent trying to prepare for it? If I can’t even handle one measly essay, how will I be able to handle any of my assignments in University? If I even get accepted into a University that is. With the way my grade is going to look after this paper, I highly doubt it.”

Daichi, who was seated on your bed, became silent, his chocolate eyes silently studying you.

“You know what? I’m just gonna accept the zero and call it a day, I can’t do this,” you say throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Nope, not happening,” Daichi finally speaks, making his way over to you as he drags your chair closer to him and takes a seat back on your bed, “I know you won’t forgive yourself if you just choose to not do the essay entirely.”

His warm hands engulf your own and he rubs tiny circles onto your skin, easing your mind slightly.

“I know assignments can be difficult, and you’re putting ten times more pressure on yourself with those toxic thoughts as well, which I think is why you can’t focus on your essay,” he starts, “You’re overwhelming yourself about something that doesn’t have to be so overwhelming.”

You quietly listen to him, nodding your head as he speaks.

“Babe, you’re one of the most intelligent people I know. You do your best in everything that you take on, and you actually care about your grades, which is a good thing until it gets too far,” he lifts your chin so he can look straight into your eyes, a small smile on his face as his eyes pool with adoration for you.

“Then how do I stop my thoughts from spiraling out of control so I can focus on this essay?” you pout.

He pulls you gently into his chest and wraps his arms around your form, placing delicate kisses to the top of your head.

“Just take things one step at a time. Instead of thinking about the ‘low’ grade you think you might get on your essay, start focusing on the smaller parts of the essay until it’s complete. Starting with your intro, body paragraphs, until you make it to your conclusion.”

You nod your head, wrapping your own arms around him as you inhale his comforting scent.

“Just take a few deep breaths, clear your head, and focus on the task at hand. What does worrying about the future do for you?”

“Nothing…” you answer, finally understanding that you really were thinking too much into your assignment.

“Exactly, you can shape your future by focusing on the present, so let's do that. I know you have what it takes to write this essay. Easy ‘A’ I say. If you want, I can stay here with you to help pull you back to reality if you start falling back into your toxic thoughts,” he suggests with a small smile.

“You’re right. And yes, that would be great if you could. Thanks babe.”

“Anything for you Y/N,” he winks and rolls you back over to your desk so you can start writing again with a clear head, “you got this.”

He leaves one last kiss to your cheek and throws himself back onto your bed, getting comfortable and remaining silent so you can focus on your essay.

Whenever you start getting frustrated, he’s by your side immediately, rubbing your tense shoulders and encouraging you to continue until your essay is finally complete.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 11/22/2021

[simluvbot]

School stresses (when jay comforts you when you’re stressed with school)

tags: fluff imagine, some(?) angst, boyfriend!jay, domestic au

member: bf jay x gn reader

words: 1,434 (mini headcanon and imagine)

request!: “could you do one for jay where his s/o is really stressed with school, and has a breakdown but he is there to comfort them? p.s i love your writing! ☺️”

a/n: i hate this 😭 btw!!! this includes mentions of a nervous breakdown/panic attack(?) with crying and im sorry if t i didnt portray this the most accurately ahh this is so messy sorry 😭😭

Looks up to you 100% yep yep

Looks up to you 100% yep yep

Looks up to you 100% yep yep

So whenever he sees that you’re struggling in school? he takes your emotions so seriously because he knows how hard you work for it and how difficult it is

):

Will pause whatever he’s doing so he can sit in front of you and hold your hand and simply just listen to you rant, even if it takes hours

HIS SHOULDER IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE FOR YOU TO CRY ON

According to the members he is good at massages so yes you bet he will give you a massage to help you relax as a break

Does so of course after telling you that things will be okay, that you’re smart, that you know the information well and he believes in you

Very supportive of you in your studies!

Just wants to make you feel better and relieved asap

is the type of boyfriend that will reassure you and give you realistic solutions to your problems, so you always end up feeling a lot better and confident after talking to him!

will lay with you on your bed for hours when you need to relax, letting u lay on his chest as he rubs soothing circles on ur skin (:

The ticking of the clock in your bedroom room seeks to get more annoying the longer time passes.

School is stressful, is and always has been. But with the amount of anxiousness you’ve experienced in the last few hours and days due to all the work you have to do - you’ve started to question whether you’re really capable enough to do this.

Heaving a breath, you sit back in your chair, curling up into a ball as you stare through glazed eyes at the work on your desk.

You clench your fists, eyeing your papers and various textbooks that you’re having difficulty comprehending. Your laptop with your unfinished assignment sits on top of it all.

Is it worth it? Are you smart enough?

Frustration courses through you at simply staring at one of the pieces of work you’ve been given to complete. You don’t want to do it. You can’t. It’s too much.

Maybe you should just-

“Y/n?”

Jumping at the sound of your name being called, you look back at jay who stands in your doorframe.

He holds the bottle of water he had left your bedroom for, and for a second you stare dumbly as your brain stutters for a second in remembering this fact.

“O-oh, jay!” You say a bit too eagerly, an unsure smile on your lips as you clear your throat and blink your eyes. “Got your water?”

“What’s wrong?”

You blink. You’re always surprised by his bluntness.

Laughing lightly, you shake your head, thoughts running at a million miles an hour and brain seeming to pulse with the various number of things that are indeed wrong to you.

“Nothing.” You say breezily, shoulders tense as you look back at your desk once again, the empty page on your laptop screen seeming to taunt you. “I just..”

Jay doesn’t look convinced, a concerned expression now on his face as he walks closer towards you.

Heat rushes to your cheeks inexplicably, and you glance back at your work on the desk, and then up to your Calendar on the wall.

“It’s just.. just..”

You let out a breath, and you don’t even have to finish your sentence. Because it’s enough for you to break.

Turning away sharply from your desk and from jay, you cover your face with your hands as you feel the stress of the past week reach it’s tipping point inside of you.

“Y/n.”

Jay’s hugging you in an instant; strong arms holding you tight against his chest, pulling you in gently without hesitation.

“School is just so much. Too much. I don’t know if I can handle it.” You heave, chest constricting as you breakdown, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel your face flush in embarrassment. 

“Hey hey hey, its okay.” you hear jay say distantly, followed by the soft thud of him dropping his water bottle somewhere, and you can only blink numbly as you try to dumbly process how quickly everything is happening -  from him taking your hand in his and leading you to sit on your bed to him wiping away your tears softly with his calloused fingertips, large palms holding your face gently in his.

“Breathe, okay? you can do that for me?” 

Blinking through your blurry vision, you nod as jay’s face slowly start to focus through your tears, heart thudding in your chest and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you start to follow along with your boyfriend’s lead.

“In, out. In and out y/n.”

You hear the concern in his voice, his expression clouded with worry as his thumb gently rubs your cheek, hushing you quietly and breathing deeply with you as you try to get your shallow breathing to slow down.

“Jongseong.” you mumble, feeling flustered as you break the eye contact at how quickly everything seemed to escalate. You were just sitting at your desk stressing about school a second ago and in what felt like in only a blink, youre in your boyfriend’s arms; safe.

The black-haired boy simply shakes his head, softly telling you to focus on breathing.

You’re unsure if you’ve ever seen jay so serious when it’s concerning you before, all jokes and lightheartedness leaving for this moment. It takes a few more minutes before your heart rate has slowed and the jelliness you feel in your limbs has left, and soon you’re feeling a lot calmer.

“Are you feeling better?” Jongseong asks, standing up away form you briefly to collect the water that was initially for him, handing it to you instead once opening the lid.

You nod as you take it gratefully and you gulp down the water. “yeah.”

Taking your hand in his, he sits down further back on your bed, guiding you so you’re sitting in front of him between his legs.

“So?” he says patiently, not at all imposing in his tone as he moves you hair away from your neck, sweeping it over your shoulder.

When you give him permission to touch you, you heave a breath at the feeling of his hand on your shoulders; palms pressing down smoothly and expertly soothing your tense muscles.

“I’ve just been really stressed i guess.” You say quietly after a comfortable silence, fiddling with your fingers and closing your eyes as you feel your fatigue drift away with the work of his hands, calmness settling over.

“Schools been piling up, and i just have a lot to do.” You murmur. “I dont know. I have a lot to study so I’ve just been feeling pretty overwhelmed.” 

Jay hums and you close your eyes, letting yourself relax into his  touch as he massages you without word.

“School does put a lot of pressure.” he says thoughtfully, and you feel him nodding behind you. “But I’m sure you’re going to do well, y/n. Don’t worry too much. You’re only going to stress yourself out even more.”

He turns you around gently, and your widened eyes meet his concerned ones. “Have you been taking rests when you study during the day, love?” Jay asks, and you feel butterflies in your stomach at the nickname.

“..yeah.” You say hesitantly, leaning in towards your boyfriend and his soft chest.

“Yeah..?” Jay drawls out with a chuckle, kissing your forehead. “Yah, you should y/n.  Don’t burn yourself out. Your health is just as important as school is. You’re going to ace it, okay?”

Pausing, he makes you look at him and repeat the words, “I’m going to ace it.”

“I’m going to ace it.” You say after him with a chuckle, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s insistent behaviour.

Jay smiles softly. “Give me your flashcards later if you have any so i can help you revise the, later, okay?”

You nod, smiling as you kiss his neck, wrapping your arms tightly against his chest.

“Okay.” You say fuzzily, enjoying the small circles he rubs into your side. “Thank you.”

Jay hums, leaning back so youre lying on top of him, his soft round eyes meeting yours, hand stroking your cheek softly.

“I love you, y/n. Please don’t hold in your stress anymore.”

[khaleesiofalicante]

I was about to have a mental breakdown some hours ago bc OMFG IT WAS A LOT OK?!?

So, yesterday found out some assigment I had about an analysis and comparison on the different theories about the balance between ethics and science (I know, wtf???) was due today!! And I didn’t do it yesterday bc, being an idiot, I didnt realize it was A LOT!!

I also completed other three assigments at an unholy speed before starting that bc I knew it was going to suck

ALSO, my mother (still angry at me but she is pretending as it be we happened. No surprise) wanted me to complete some other thing for her work and I couldn't say no bc it would make everything worse and I had no energy for that shit

And I had to go out on a few hours

I was about to cry ngl...

Also my grandmother makes an appearance again but that is another story

Good news is that a friend offer to make his analysis and give me a copy so I can just edit and send (I'm love him so much at this moment)

I finished the other assigments and my mother's work. And now I'm just missing all the chores I didnt do this week bc I just couldn't force myself, but its not a lot

Oh and I'm just missing some rest because I got home at 2 a.m and I had to finish the analysis. So, I will get there first <3

Anyway, how was your week? Anything interesting?

Take care and remember to eat some fruit!!💙💙 I have forgotten this week, but you definetly should!!

OMG you are a star for finishing all those assignments. AN ABSOLUTE STAR.

Me @ your mom: respectfully, get your shit together ;)

Me @ your grandmother: *that vine* go away or something...ugly ass fuc-

Is the friend who offered to help you...that friend? You know the one. I'm only asking for research purposes of course ;)

My week was okay, I think. I went shopping today and bought clothes to get some serotonin. Retail therapy >>>

I'm going out of town next week for work and it's to one of my fave cities here (it's a beach town) so I'm looking forward to that. But I have to finish a shit load of work before that so my schedule won't get messy while I am away.

Once again. I'm so so proud of you. I hope you get PROPER rest after you finish with all your chores. This is an order btw.

I did eat papaya yesterday and the day before! My mom bought me an avocado today. It looks so beautiful. I will eat it tomorrow :)

Here is something for you.

I make playlists for my characters. As in, playlists they listen to. David has a playlist full of french songs. It's called (Home: Part II).

Home: Part I is his playlist for Max ;)

Here is one of his faves from Home: Part II - Ça Ira by Joyce Jonathan.

Sending you a lot of love, bluebell x

[ddaeng-danvers]

dreams

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

genre: fluff

summary: in which you and anakin are padawans, and a night of braiding each other’s hair leads to something more

warnings: the absolute briefest mention of smut, mentions of anxiety

word count: 2258

a/n: i’ve never written for star wars so i apologize for any inconsistencies, and i’m newly back to writng in general so this is kind of a mess (and unedited btw) also!! this was inspired by @passable-talent​ ‘s anakin padawan headcannon!! go check out their works they are all so fantastic!!

masterlist

You open your eyes when you hear the sound of a lightsaber retracting. The blue of Anakin’s saber is gone, and you turn to your side and switch your green one off as well. Anakin is practically laying on top of you, having just pinned you while training. His knees are on either side of your hips, and his face only inches from yours. 

“Gotcha,” Anakin smirks. You laugh from underneath him, before playfully pushing him off. 

“I let you win, y’know. I don’t think your ego could take another defeat.” You chuckled back as you stood from the floor. Anakin stands up a moment later, laughing at your commentary. The two of you spent almost all of your free time together, as you were almost the same age, although you had joined the order far before Anakin. 

Your parents were told you were force sensitive at a young age and were quite willing to send you for training when you were of age. You met Anakin when you were eight. He suddenly joined your group of younglings and was a bit old to begin training. You and your peers helped catch him up to speed, and the two of you became the best of friends, despite your differences. Anakin is rash, quick-thinking, and sometimes quite the show-off. You, on the other hand, have always been the rule follower. You also exceed far more in technique, while Anakin’s power with the force is unprecedented. You were thirteen when you finally passed the initiate trials and were assigned a master, Shaak Ti. Anakin was assigned to a master two years earlier due to his gifts; Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. You didn’t see him much when he left, so you were elated to train with him again when you became a padawan. 

One of your favorite memories as a young padawan was your journey to Ilum with Shaak Ti to obtain your lightsaber crystal. It was one of the things that fascinated you most as a youngling. Shaak Ti had told you that during the ritual it was likely you would see visions, hallucinations, while you mediated. Still confident, you practically dove into the ritual to assemble your lightsaber. One of the lasting memories you have of the experience is a vision of you and Anakin on Naboo. The vision has become blurry with time, but all you can remember is Anakin in a black cloak standing in the doorway watching the sunset. Faintly at the end of the vision, a child seemed to start crying, and Anakin quickly turned around to resolve the crying child. You’ve treasured this vision in secret for seven years. 

“Hey, you okay?” Anakin lays his hand softly on your shoulder, you must’ve been lost in thought. 

“Yeah, I’m alright, just thinking,” Anakin observes your expression, puzzled. 

“Want to tell me what you’re thinking about?” He asks. He squeezes your shoulder lightly before rubbing his thumb against your skin. It is then that you realize how sweaty you are from training. You smile up at him again. 

“I promise I’m alright, Ani.” You saved his nickname for sincere moments. Moments where the conversation is devoid of sarcasm and joking. The first time you used the nickname was the first time you returned from a mission seriously injured. Anakin panicked, almost sliced the medical droid in half until you reassured him, “I’m alright Ani, it’s just a broken arm, I’ll be fine.” You could practically feel his Force signature release and uncoil. 

The sweat and exhaustion from training seem to seep into your skin and bones. The light tunic you are wearing is practically soaked through. Anakin doesn’t seem to be faring much better. You reach to comb your hands through your hair and feel a light tug at the top of your braid. It must be time to rebraid it. 

About once a year, a padawan’s braid must be rebraided and tightened. This is done until a padawan graduates to the role of Knight when it is cut off with a lightsaber in a ritual ceremony. You and Anakin have made a small tradition out of braiding each other’s hair. You always do it together in one of your quarters, just the two of you. You both make an effort to meditate after, but you are both (Anakin at the very least) generally unsuccessful. 

“I need to tighten my braid.” Anakin looks up at you as you pinch the braid between your fingers. You can see the loose top of his braid because of his short hair. His needs to be rebraided too. 

“And it seems I do as well.” He looks at you again with a smile. Everything about him seems to be smiling. “Do you want to do it tonight?” He asks eagerly. You smile back and nod. 

“Sure, but we both need to hit the refresher first.” You laugh. Anakin lets out a light scoff at your observation. “I’ll meet you in your quarters in an hour, Skywalker.”

Your time in the refresher gives you time to think. When you first met Anakin, you were peers. That relationship eventually developed into an everlasting friendship. You were inseparable through your training and all of your padawan-ship thus far. Obi-Wan was practically your master as well. But weren’t attachments discouraged by the order? Wouldn’t they have separated you if they thought you weren’t following the Code? These questions nagged at you as you undressed and stepped into the shower. 

You’d felt differently towards Anakin ever since your journey to Ilum. Like something was pulling you towards him as if the Force willed it. It wasn’t until around age sixteen you noticed something had changed. Anakin had gotten taller, his face filled out, and his training bulked him up just the right amount. You’d catch yourself staring at him for as long as possible during debriefs with the Council, and after missions. But you willed these feelings away. You couldn’t form an attachment with Anakin, your friendship was already on the fence. It was forbidden. 

You drowned these thoughts away as you finished washing your hair. After finishing in the shower, you dried your hair and dressed in a loose shirt and night pants. As you stepped out of the refresher into the main room of your quarters, you glanced at the holo to see an hour had flown by. You quickly slipped on shoes and made your way to Anakin’s quarters. 

When you arrived, you let yourself in, assuming he would already be changed. Anakin, 

who always seems to prove you otherwise, was wearing nothing but a pair of loose-fitting pants. His back (his toned and muscular back) was turned to you. You cleared your throat loudly to alert him of your presence. He turned around to face you.

“Oh, I already knew you were in here.” He smirks. Another one of Anakin’s hobbies; teasing you. He slipped a black tunic of his own on, and moved to sit on the bed. Before sitting next to him, you grabbed a comb and a few pieces of twine to retie along with your braids. You set them out lightly in front of him, before motioning for him to sit in front of you. 

“I’ll do yours first.” Anakin settles at the foot of the bed, and you begin to untie his braid. Nothing about these nights were sexual. You were simply braiding his hair. But anyone who walked in could cut the tension with a knife. Your hands moved swiftly through his hair, occasionally brushing against his neck and collarbone. Every time you did, you felt Anakin inhale slightly. You’d always finish Anakin’s braid quickly, likely due to your skill of elaborately braiding your own hair for missions and other events. (Also because Senator Amidala made it her mission to do your hair at any chance she received.) You tied sections off with light-colored twine and weaved the new braid through your fingers. “Good as new.” 

Anakin silently begins to work on your braid, but something in his eyes looks different. He looks at you with a new fondness. Softness even. He pulls the rest of your hair back with an elastic and begins to undo your loose braid. He combs his fingers through the unbraided hair. “Your hair is soft.” He mumbles, shyly. You never thought you would see the Anakin Skywalker acting shy.

“I washed it earlier, after training.” Anakin nods, thoughtfully. He begins to braid the hair, his fingers grazing your neck every once in a while. It took Anakin a bit of practice when he first learned to braid, you remember fondly. It seemed to be the only thing that stumped him as a young padawan. So much so that Obi-Wan had to help him for the first few years without you. He finished the braid silently and tied new pieces of twine around the braid. He left his hand to rest on your shoulder, before slowly moving it to your cheek. You looked up at him in shock. Anakin was always quite touchy, likely a result of his childhood, but he’s never been this upfront. 

“Ani, what are you-” He combs his hand through the rest of your hair, before putting it back down in his lap. He looks confused, anxious. Your thoughts from the refresher seem to come back. Seeing Anakin like this seemed to awaken something in you. You knew you have always cared for Anakin. You’d been there through all his injuries, through the passing of his mother. He held you when you’d missed your parents when you agonized over the future. But you’d never assumed you could be more than what you were. It was forbidden. You’d been taught to avoid forming attachments, as they always led to suffering. 

But tonight, on the soft sheets of Anakin’s bed, having just rebraided each other’s hair, sitting in your nightclothes, you said to hell with it. You believed in the Code, truly and wholeheartedly. When you were with Anakin, you felt nothing but peace and serenity. Anakin made you a better person, a better Jedi. You balanced each other out more than you could alone.

You reached for his hands, fidgeting in his lap. As you intertwined your fingers, Anakin looked up from his hands. “Credit for your thoughts?”

Anakin seemed to gather himself for a moment. He tightened his grip around your hands, before releasing them and placing his hands on your cheeks. He glanced at your lips for less than a second. He leaned in suddenly and brought his lips to yours. 

The kiss was brief, but Anakin’s smile as he pulled away from you shined brighter than any sun in the galaxy. “I never thought you’d feel the same way. You were raised here, and I just assumed you wouldn’t agree with forming-” You cut him off by kissing him again. You leaned your foreheads against one another, catching your breath as the tension in the room floated away. 

As you told Anakin of your vision on Ilum, he told you of his dreams, the ones of you dying the same way as his mother. He told you he was petrified of losing you. “We should tell the Council Anakin, it may be serious.” He looked at you in agreement. 

“I agree, my love, but can’t it wait until morning.” The sun had set completely since you came back into his room, the Coruscant skyline lit up by speeders and homes. You sighed and looked back up at Anakin. 

“Fine, but you must tell them, this is serious, Ani.” Anakin nods again, before placing a chast kiss on your lips. You spend the rest of the evening under his sheets, celebrating the love you have finally accepted. The attachment you have finally pursued. 

Obi-Wan opens the doors to Anakin’s quarters, expecting him to be awake by now. It is not until he senses another familiar presence in the room, that he realizes what he has walked in on. His padawan and his dear friend, sleeping peacefully in Anakin’s bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. As Obi-Wan closes the door silently, he makes his way to Master Shaak Ti’s quarters to collect twenty credits. 

After collecting his bet, Obi-Wan makes his way to the Council to discuss an upcoming mission. “I sense, seen something, you have, Obi-Wan.” Obi-Wan's expression turned surprised. How had Master Yoda known? “No fear, gift from the force, this is. Prevented a dire fate from your padawan, it has.” Obi-Wan sighed, his padawan’s secret is safe. “The Force works in mysterious ways, Obi-Wan. Sometimes a gift from the force, attachments are.”

You wake up before Anakin. It seems sometime through the night, he removed his shirt. You knew he ran hot at night, which is the likely explanation. You press a soft kiss to his jaw and he begins to stir. “Good morning, Ani.” 

“Good morning, my love. Sleep well?” You nod and continue to pepper kisses along his jaw. A bout of silence goes by until he begins to speak again. “I dreamt of you, actually.”

You smile, “Tell me about it.” Anakin dives into describing his dream, which sounds eerily similar to your vision on Ilum. You let his story evelop you, and imagine a future with Anakin. A peaceful one, free of conflict or war. Maybe you’d settle on Naboo, or stay on Coruscant. Maybe you would have children, how many can be decided later. All you know now is that any future with Anakin is one living for.