#I’ve been in a bit of a funk as of late so I decided to try some things with this one
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twice mina! and with abba's take a chance on me 🙏🏻
that was honestly just a perfect song to write a cute fluffy drabble hehe thank youuu~ ^^
Having a crush on your roommate is hard. Having a crush on your roommate when she’s currently going through a breakup is torture. When she’s clearly down and there’s little you can do to cheer her up, you try just about everything to get her past the heartbreak.
You start with her comfort movies, just hoping she will smile that beautiful smile you’ve fallen for. There’s no luck. Not even her favorite TV show she can binge over and over again will bring her out of the funk. For a week straight you come up with different flicks or sitcoms to watch. She tries her best, feigning a few weak smiles, but you know her better than that.
“Sorry,” she says with a sigh, hugging the couch pillow tighter with a pout. “I’m just not feeling up to it.”
So you move on to her favorite foods. Even if she can’t laugh, at least her stomach will be full and you don’t have to worry if she’s eating enough. You know being heartbroken can do that, so one night you order a few appetizers from her favorite restaurants. Though she looks appreciative of your efforts, she picks at her food until you realize it’s not working.
“Sorry,” she exhales with a flutter of her lips, clearly trying to keep her emotions in check. “I don’t feel hungry lately.”
You consider murder for a moment, knowing she’s the last person that deserves a broken heart, but that will get neither of you anywhere. You keep it on the back burner, though, deciding to try one last thing.
“How about we go for a walk?” It’s been weeks since she was dumped and you know she always loved going on walks because she loves nature and the beautiful scenery. Hearing the birds chirping and the wind blowing softly between the leaves always made her feel so calm and relaxed. You’re praying this time it helps, even a little.
Surprisingly, she agrees. So one Saturday morning, you both put on your sneakers, baseball caps, and definitely your sunscreen before you head to the nature trails close by. As you walk along the dirt paths between the trees offering shade from the sun, you remain in a comfortable silence. Whatever she is feeling, she will tell you when she’s ready. You’re in no rush to fix her, you’re only patiently waiting until you can help.
“Thank you,” she says with a heavy breath. “For sticking around when I’ve been feeling so down.”
“Of course I’m sticking around,” you reply instantly. There’s no question about it. You would wait until the end of the world if it meant she could be happy again.
For a few moments, you only hear the sounds of your shoes against the dirt, then she bites her lip and exhales.
“It just sucks, you know?” You do know, but you don’t say anything. Not when she is finally opening up. “It sucks because I kind of knew it was going nowhere, but I just hung on in fear of being lonely. Now I feel lonely and heartbroken and kind of lost. Like what now?”
“I understand your heartbreak,” you admit to her, resisting the urge to pull her in for a hug. Instead, you continue walking side by side, if just a bit closer to one another. “But you don’t have to feel lonely. You know I’m always here for you. And I can help you until you no longer feel lost.”
She stops upon hearing your words. A second later, you stop walking and turn to look at her. “You’re too good for me,” she says with a pout, then finally a soft smile crosses her lips. Before you know it, she’s reaching for you, pulling you in for the tightest hug you’ve ever received in your life. Like she’s putting all her hurt, her heartache, her emptiness into you to take some of the burden. You’d happily take it all if you could. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
The words make your heart race. It’s a small step, just one sentence to make the crush on her roar with anticipation, but you push it aside. It’s not about how you feel now. It’s only about helping the girl you care for until she can laugh and smile again.
So you give her more time. More movies watched, more TV shows she slowly starts to respond to. More of her favorite take-out and more walks. She slowly opens up to you, spilling more of how she’s feeling until she can talk freely. Weeks pass while you nurture her heartache to help her see good days again. You’re there for her because you’ve grown to care so deeply, you don’t bother with your own feelings until you know she’s healed from her broken heart.
She’s eating more. She’s laughing more. She’s talking, and grinning, and being silly like she used to, and you’re falling even harder for her. Still, you push it aside. She’s not ready, but you’ll wait as long as you need to.
Until the day comes when she brings home your favorite food. An obscure restaurant’s take-out containers forty minutes away from the house you share are settled on the coffee table when you enter the living room. There’s a wide smile on her face, and one of your favorite movies on the TV screen paused right at the opening credits.
She pats the spot next to her on the couch, and you happily take your seat.
“What’s all this?” you question, one brow raised.
“My thank you,” she beams, giggling. You’ve missed her giggles so much. “You took care of me when I needed it, so I figured tonight could be my way of repaying you.”
“You didn’t have to-”
She grabs hold of your hand, holding it between her two palms and giving it a squeeze. “I wanted to, don’t argue.” There’s that playful side of her you love so much. “I really can’t thank you enough for being there for me. No one else in my life would ever try so hard to help me find my happiness like you did. I’ll forever be grateful.”
Your heart swells with warmth as she speaks. You can’t look away from her eyes, and she can’t pull herself from your gaze, either. She holds your hand, and you let her, finding comfort in the warmth of her touch.
“We should begin the movie,” she says, but she still doesn’t turn away.
“We should also probably eat before the food gets cold.” You don’t dare pull away from her first.
“It… probably already is. That place was a million miles away.”
Now you’re laughing, and she’s blushing, but she doesn’t release your hand. She holds on to you and you let her, for however long she needs.
#drabble game#mina x reader#mina scenarios#twice x reader#twice fluff#mina fluff#twice scenarios#gg imagines#twice#mina
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The Baardwolf
#I was messing around in pathbuilder and built a gnoll bard#I’ve been in a bit of a funk as of late so I decided to try some things with this one#things such as : line Weight and angular lineart that’s actually kind of clean#why is drawing trumpet hard#furry
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21 May 1982, Queen released their tenth studio album, 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 in the UK by EMI Records
“New styles, and a whole new sense of values. You’ll love ‘Hot Space,’ eventually.” (Record Mirror)
Fans would see a notable shift in direction from their earlier work, they employed many elements of disco, funk, rhythm and blues, dance and pop music on the album. This made the album less popular with fans who preferred the traditional rock style they had come to associate with the band. There was also a shift in the recording process, working piecemeal in the studio rather than hunkering down as a quartet which drove a wedge between them.
The band found themselves under certain strains with each other as their creativity took a turn. But as difficult as it may have been to come to a creative consensus, they still managed to move forward. They tinkered with synths and dance beats, relying on spare arrangements and brass flourishes to get the songs across instead of the stacked sonics that helped make them worldwide superstars.
While it marked a departure, it wasn't entirely out of character. For one thing, Queen's sound had never been static, and the group's records were always eclectic enough to make room for all sorts of experiments, they hinted at the dancefloor-friendly sound they'd embrace more fully with ‘Hot Space.’
“We moved out to Munich to isolate ourselves from normal life so we could focus on the music. We all ended up in a place that was rather unhealthy. A difficult period. We weren’t getting along together. We all had different agendas. It was a difficult time for me, personally – some dark moments. We’re always pushing four different directions, not quite sure where the equilibrium position is, for balance. We fought about arriving at a sensible format for Hot Space, then decided to push into a very rhythmic and sparse area, disciplining out all the indulgences we’ve been used to putting in. We felt our fans would take it as another experiment. But we found we’d stepped out – at last! – from the music people felt they could expect from us. (Brian May)
“I think ‘Hot Space’ was one of the biggest risks we’ve taken, but people can relate to something that’s outside the norm. I’d hate it if every time we came up with an album, it was just the norm. It’s not to say that we’re always right, because we’re not. This whole dance/funk mode was basically my idea and it obviously didn’t do that well. I think it was way ahead of its time. We did what we felt like doing at that time and we felt it was right.
I think when you really get down to it, this album was more me; the motivation for it was mine. I seem to remember the rest of the band were a bit sceptical. It wasn’t deliberately trying to be different, but having spent a lot of time in New York before the album, I just got into that side of things. I think the introduction was ‘Another One Bites The Dust’. It suddenly opened up a nice new feel or niche for us, so I thought why not take it further. I thought rather than intersperse the album with the odd new thing, let’s just take a long shot and have one whole side of the record with this sort of new contrast to each other, but this time I said ‘Let’s try and give it a little theme that at least runs through the first side’. It’s quite up, the first side of ‘Hot Space’.
A lot of reviews I’ve read lately have said ‘If you associate Queen with the Bohemian Rhapsody harmonies and that kind of Cecil B. De Mille package, forget it, because there’s not an ounce of that on this record’. In a way that’s quite nice. It’s either black or white. We weren't extremely disappointed. But we're conceited enough to believe that the music isn't less popular, and we are prepared to fight to show that it isn't." (Freddie Mercury)
Roger Taylor said, “We have to do what keeps our interest up. We never tried to pander to what we feel people want. A lot of people want to hear rehashes of what they liked in the past, but that would be death for us. That’s really unfair, because we have changed a lot."
The ‘Hot Space’ album yielded Queens second BIG number one hit in the UK, ‘𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞’ This spontaneous Bowie - Queen collaboration was nothing short of magnificent. What became of an all night jam session was Freddie and Bowie trading ideas and lyrical lines would definitely live up to its title, “Under Pressure!” The next notable mention is Brian May’s “𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞)” which would become the most popular UK single from Hot Space. Roger Taylor’s ‘𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬’ would be his first self-penned single release and is a partial return to the earlier band sound. With the quartet at full tilt, though Roger also adds elements of techno and some stunning acoustic guitar riffs.
Michael Jackson cited ‘Hot Space’ as an influence for his massive hit album, ‘Thriller.’
Another influential mention is from Extreme’s guitarist Nuno Bettencourt who described how Hot Space was an important album for him as a musician. "I think it's interesting because that album taught me two things. It taught me that even if you're in a band as a guitar player, music doesn't have to be driven by guitar - it's about the song, first. But I think the main thing is that Queen actually did an album like that - it was the fans' least favorite, but it was one of my favorites because it took a risk and branched out.“
Freddie was the one who suggested the artwork for the album. It features a graphic image of each band member in its own colored square. Bold, vibrant colors were chosen for the cover and as a result dingy record store walls across the land were suddenly beaming with a majestic hue. The complete workings of that original artwork appeared on eBay and sold for $1,750.00.
The funk fueled album peaked at No. 4 in the UK
So get hip, relax! 👊 “Hot Space, Let’s go”
♥️💙💚💛
#freddie mercury#queen band#brian may#jhon deacon#roger taylor#musique#queen#music#j’adore#original character
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Queen's Hot Space Era: A Deep Dive
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I’ve been thinking over this album and era more than usual lately, and decided that I’d write this up. Perhaps as a way to extricate all the Queen knowledge from my head, and the era in question takes up quite a lot of RAM.
The Hot Space album, and era, is very controversial and to this day garners a polarising set of opinions amongst fans and critics alike. So I just thought what the hell, let’s let everyone know what the hell was going on with Queen in the early 80s.
The Hot Space album was the 10th studio album by Queen and was released on the 21st May 1982. It had elements of disco, funk, R&B, dance, and pop, which was very different to what Queen had been doing throughout previous albums. The dance elements of this album was supposedly inspired by the success of Another One Bites The Dust, released in 1980.
Another One Bites The Dust was extremely successful in the US and the UK, the two largest marketing countries in the Western world, at least at the time—and Queen aimed to prolong that success.
The band started recording for Hot Space in June of 1981, and spent a gruelling 10 months on the project before wrapping up the production element in March of 1982. Upon its release, fans and critics found it disappointing. Stephen Thomas Erlewine of Allmusic said “the band that once proudly proclaimed not to use synthesisers on their albums now dramatically reversed course, dedicating the entire first side of the album to robotic, new wave dance pop, all driven by drum machines and coloured by keyboards with Brian May’s guitar coming in as flavour only on occasion.”
The fourth track on Hot Space, Body Language, has been dubbed the worst song in Queen’s discography by fans, and the whole album received no more than a 3-star rating overall.
Rolling Stone gave them a 3-star, whilst the Encyclopedia of Popular Music gave a 1-star… Yikes.
Hot Space is one of the more obscure Queen albums to those who are not currently, or have ever been, active within the fandom. So we’re going to break it down a little bit, and let’s just talk about the background and context of what the hell was going on with them.
So in 1981, Queen recorded Under Pressure with David Bowie, and it’s still considered one of Queen’s staple and most popular songs. It was recorded in Montreux, and was a completely separate project to Hot Space. The band had met up with Bowie and jammed together for a while, just to see if they could come up with something to lay down and master. Of course, as most people know, bassist John Deacon came up with the iconic Under Pressure bass riff, just before they all went out to get some pizza. And by the time they’d returned to the studio, he’d forgotten it! But luckily drummer Roger Taylor remembered it.
Now, this was the first time Queen weren’t working alone; they were used to working only with their producers, never having had anyone else’s input. The two artists merged as one for the song and it pointed in the direction of a potential new road for Queen—it was looking like an exciting one.
But what went wrong during the recording of Hot Space?
Brian May recalls that there was a total change of life for all of them. They travelled to Munich and according to Brian, that’s when things started to go downhill.
Let’s talk a little bit about the studio in which they recorded the album in Munich. It was situated in the basement of a hotel, and it was called Musicland Studios. It closed in the 90s due to some road issues, so it’s no longer open. But Brian remembers this place being grim and depressing.
The band’s mental health started to deteriorate after learning some unsettling details about the place. In Brian’s words:
“A lot of people used to jump off the top of the building and kill themselves off that particular building. We didn’t know that until we got there.”
The urge to finish recording grew, and they spent months at the hotel.
The aim was to create an album that focused more on the dance elements of music due to the success of Another One Bites The Dust, as I mentioned before. They seemed to be in luck, as Freddie Mercury’s entourage at the time was concentrated with dance influences in the form of Paul Prenter.
Now, who was Paul Prenter, you ask? If you’ve seen the film, you’ll kind of already know, but here’s a bit more of an in-depth look at him.
Paul Prenter was Freddie Mercury’s personal manager from 1977 to 1986. Despite their professional relationship, the two also engaged in intimate relations, and Prenter had a huge influence over Freddie’s life during the time he worked for him. He held partial responsibility for Freddie’s excessive involvement in drugs, alcohol, and his growing promiscuity.
Freddie was known to have fired Prenter in 1986, and shortly after it was plastered all over the news. It turns out Paul Prenter had sold personal stories to the press about Freddie… What a dick.
After receiving money from multiple press outlets, he moved back to his hometown of Belfast and spent it all—smart. He then asked Freddie for more money! After all that, he went back and asked him for money! But it’s okay, he did succumb to complications from AIDS a few months before Freddie. So… Freddie got the last laugh, it seemed.
You’re probably wondering what Paul Prenter had to do with Hot Space. After all, he wasn’t part of the band, right?
Well, Freddie’s life was ruled by the New York-inspired gay lifestyle of the 80s, particularly engaging in extreme partying and extreme promiscuity. And at the time, Freddie had suggested to the band that the music on their new album should sound like that of which they’d play in a gay bar, but those words had initially come from Paul Prenter.
It’s said that Prenter despised guitars and relentlessly referred to Brian May as old-fashioned. Roger Taylor recalled that Prenter was a “very bad influence” on the band:
“He was a very, very bad influence upon Freddie, and hence on the band. He very much wanted our music to sound like you just walked in a gay club, and I didn’t.”
The strain and tension became inevitable with the four personalities—and we all know that John, Freddie, Brian, and Roger have massive personalities. Whilst they had always experienced bickering, as most bands do, they now with the added tension, the production of the album isn’t going to go as smoothly.
“Arguments would start off as creative, but slowly became personal.”
Brian recalls that less and less time was spent in the studio and more time was spent arguing.
To put it into perspective about what life was like for the 10 months they spent recording Hot Space in Munich…A regular day recording this album went a little bit like the following:
The entourage recall waking up at 3am, working for hours, having dinner, and then roadies would mix up cocktails and other things would pursue. The band got mixed up in cocaine and various other drugs. Random women, and relentless drinking, and as any sane person will tell you, that is not a good thing.
Roger described it as an exhausting cycle day after day. Imagine doing that for 9 whole months.
Brian remembers them getting into “deep trouble emotionally” in Munich, which possibly explains why their mental states deteriorated.
Now, the Hot Space era didn’t just end when the album came out. Obviously, when an album comes out, you have to do interviews to promote your album and after months and months of bad influences and arguments, the band’s relationship had kind of broken down. Things continued in quite a tense fashion.
In fact, Freddie was left very unhappy and depressed after Hot Space wrapped up—it lasted a while, and he was completely immersed in places and habits that remained detrimental to his fate. Freddie became passive during interviews and defensive on certain questions concerning anything but current projects.
His attitude during the 1982 press conference in Europe was already standoffish and it was extremely obvious that he didn’t want to be there. The body language of the others, especially Brian, speaks volumes. The mood is low and they all seem exhausted.
Another nationwide interview the band gave in promotion for the album presented the group separated; Freddie was notably disinterested as the others spoke. There was even a moment where Freddie responds to the interviewer’s question with “let’s break up tomorrow” as a joke. But, watching it, you can’t help but feel there’s some truth to his words. Nobody laughed, even Roger looked uncomfortable by it!
One of the more well-known interviews from this era was with Brian and Roger, which displayed multiple moments of awkwardness with them both trying to make jokes and seem like they’re happy with what they’d produced, making up amateur excuses as to why they created something with a different sound. In my opinion, they just didn’t seem very happy. Do we even need to mention the “shut up” from Roger, and then the succeeding comment from Brian about Mack having the best drum sound?
Then, we have the iconic 1984 Freddie interview, where he left viewers stunned with his answers:
“I love my job, but I hate talking to people like you,” “I’m not an artist, I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.”
The long-term effects of what happened behind the scenes of Hot Space were everlasting and turned the group into four completely different people than they were prior to 1982.
As I’ve already mentioned, Hot Space wasn’t received well upon its release, and there are still very strong opinions about it today. Brian stated in 2014 that it isn’t the band’s worst album, but the timing of its release was just wrong. As time goes on, more people begin to accept the Hot Space album as just another reason why Queen is one of the most versatile groups of all time, with them branching out into very different styles to what they’d done earlier in their career, like Sheer Heart Attack, News Of The World, etc…
80s culture looked down upon disco and funk, so reception for Hot Space was bound to be less than amazing. However, today, all styles of music are simultaneously celebrated, and people enjoy the album more now than they did 40 years ago.
So in conclusion, recording Hot Space was a difficult period for Queen. It’s horrible to think about your idols going through the kind of thing they did in the early-mid 80s, influenced by not very nice people. But focusing on the album itself, it’s truly not a bad album at all. Granted, the timing of the release wasn’t the best for Queen, but it holds up as a fan favourite today.
If you haven’t heard any of the songs from Hot Space, besides Under Pressure, I highly recommend you check it out. It’s very different to what Queen usually did and I think it’s worth a listen.
Anyway, I’ll leave it at that. Let me know if you liked this little… post, whatever the hell it is, and if I should do more posts like this. I enjoy throwing all my useless knowledge onto a page lol.
#80s#1982#hot space#queen#queen band#freddie mercury#brian may#john deacon#roger taylor#music#album#80s music#album review#album recommendation#deep dive#classic rock#music history#music deep dive#queen deep dive#biography#article#music article
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Sometimes I miss writing as other characters. Lately it’s been Disney and other animated characters. Either writing them in their respected universes or doing AUs/crossovers. I feel tempted now and then to bring back an old multi but usually decide against it. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately so I apologize for slow/lack of replies. Writer’s block is hitting hard, though I still have muse and I think a lot of it is depression, family stuff and issues at work. This week, especially, is going to be hard. I understand if people are probably losing interest/patience. I’m really going to focus on the thread/plots that I’m feeling and on those that continue to interact with me whether IC or OOC. It makes a difference for me. But anyway, yeah, I apologize and I appreciate those that continue to chat/interact with me. Thank you.
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Heyyyyyyy… you do x reader? Is it only x reader? Could you do something with bfxwhitty? ( Friday night funk in). I had an au in mind that I’ll never code into a game cuz one whittys taken and 2 idk how the hell to make a fnf mod. I’m not asking for a mod I’m assuming its fanart or fanfic. That’s what I’m asking for.
If you don’t wanna do the first one or if you want to do both you can you don’t have to but if you wanna but po king one is totally fine too anyways. If you don’t wanna do 💣xbf then could you do agoti x reader?
No problem! I don’t really know much about Whitty, I’ll just do the x reader then. Warning, a bit of swearing.
Anyways, enjoy!
Don’t be late
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You were at home, on your phone, checking Tumblr.
“Why must the day be so slow?” You groaned.
Suddenly, you felt your phone vibrate. You got a text message. It was from your best friend and crush, Agoti.
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Hey, wanna meet up later?
Sure! Where?
At the movies, I got 2 tickets but my brother is too busy to do shit, so I decided to bring a friend instead.
Ok. When?
Meet me there at 3. Don’t be late.
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OH FUCK. It was already 2.30. You speedily ran to your cupboard to at least look nice. Some light blue jeans and a shirt, with a cardigan. With that, you grabbed your purse and brisk walked to the movies.
When you got there, it was already 3.15. Agoti, nowhere to be found, and you thought you would be late.
You were lining up in a queue for the popcorn. You then felt a sudden tap on your shoulder, it was Agoti.
“And you said don’t be late.” You teased him a little.
“Sh-shut up.” He muttered.
During the movie, you noticed that Agoti was not really paying any attention to the movie. He was constantly staring at the floor.
After the movie, you asked him “ Hey, Agoti. Why were you not paying attention to the movie? Was Toothless not cute enough?” (You guys were watching How To Train Your Dragon 3.)
“It’s not that… I’ve been meaning to tell you something, I just don’t know how to put it.” He replied.
“Come on, tell me.” You said, curiously.
He took a deep breath, then let it all out, “I- I had a crush on you for a while now. There, I spilled the beans, you happy?”
You blushed so hard to the fact that your entire face turned red.
“I liked you from the day we first met.” You said, abashed.
You pecked his cheek. Then you both watched the colourful sunset together.
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What do you guys think? I hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful day!
Bye!
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You mentioned in one post that you're almost finished with a new Homelander fic... if you don't mind could you tell us a little bit about it. It's totally fine if you want to keep it a surprise, I just love your writing so much!
Yes! The funny thing is, I was like 2k words in and then decided I wasn’t happy with the plot or the general direction the fic was going, so I scrapped it and started over. I have a decent amount finished, though, so I’m still hoping to post it tomorrow. I’ve been in such a weird funk creatively lately, so I apologize for it taking longer than usual for me to post fics.
Anyway, the general idea is the reader is a Vought employee dating Homelander and due to a miscommunication there’s jealousy on his end that just kinda spirals until the reader kinda clears things up (but they find it flattering that he cares so much).
🦇 Battie
#i also have the mickey request nearly finished and im almost done with the severen one too!#well one of the severen ones since i have 2 of them#ask tag
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Ugh, I don’t know what I need to do to to get out of this funk. Lately, I’ve noticed that my adhd symptoms after burnout have been affecting my creativity. I used to be able to take on longer projects because I was motivated and in the mood. Now it’s frustrating when I want to work on a project, it seems like I only have short bursts of energy (motivation?) before my brain decides to give up and wants to work on or do something else. I’ve been doing bits and pieces of projects here and there but brainstorming has been difficult as well. I used brainstorm ideas all the time and daydream but now it doesn’t last as long. I only get so many ideas before I a creative block. What’s even more frustrating is that I’ve also been taking a break and that hasn’t really done anything. Hopefully, I’ll figure it out but right now I’m stuck “short circuiting”.
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Been slack for a couple of days.
Wednesday night, I worked. Was my last shift with Chelsea before she transfers out. I think she’s a sweet girl, and I’ll miss her.
It started raining Wednesday from the Tropical Storm/Hurricane, but that was all that reached us. The next day was an online learning day for the girls, and I had the day off.
I’m glad they were home though, because Kyla’s bird Parker passed away that morning and I’m glad she was able to be with her and I’m glad I was off so I could help her bury her. She was so sad. Afterwards, I took her out for milkshakes and we stopped at the store to print pictures and get a few frames for the shrine she was wanting to make for Parker. It turned out beautiful.
Afterwards, Bella and I went and got lunch for Kierra, drove out to the woods to check on my Lion’s Mane mushroom, (it’s not growing yet!), and then I let her drive for a little bit on the way home.
I got into a bit of a funk last night. Jon is out in GA with family and friends. It just makes me miss him more, and it makes my little jealousy monster creep up. I become a little … annoyed? I just wish I could be with him in the way I’d like, I wish that I could experience these things with him. Me. Me, who deserves to be with him. But, I think he felt that early and tried to squash it before anything even happened. And he’s been messaging and sending audios and videos and pictures the whole time. So, it’s been normal. 💋
I haven’t told him, but my anniversary is on Monday. Although, I don’t miss my husband … I’m dreading the date. Not for myself so much, but if my STBX has made any kind of progress on his hatred, I’m worried this day will create a reset. I’m worried of getting messages or hatred or … anything. He’s so unpredictable and I’m also tired of having nightmares where he’s chasing me or trying to kill me.
I broke out of my funk and went to Walmart very late. I ended up buying a new lawn chair, luggage, tweezers, a gift for Jon and a sandwich 🤭 I forgot my check went in today so now I am planning a day trip for the girls and I tomorrow morning. 40 Acre rock isn’t far and I’ve been meaning to take them. Last time I was going to take them was the week my STBX decided I suddenly needed to lay him $600 for a car he didn’t even own and I was nervous about having the money. Jon saved my ass that week. In more ways than one. I’ll be eternally grateful for that. 🤚🏼
Work tonight, off tomorrow, then 11 days in a row. No tennis matches are on right now that I’m excited to watch so I’m lying in bed watching Bob’s Burgers. I might lay back down until it’s time for work.
12:34 pm 9/1/23
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A Crafty Day!
August 25th, 2023
Well! Although todays blog is being published a little late, i’m not mad about it because I feel like it’s been a pretty good day. After some terrible nightmares last night I decided to sleep in a little bit to see if I could get some actual restful sleep and I eventually did. After that I ate some breakfast, had a shower, and then went surfing on the interwebs where I found this ✨fantastic✨ creator who makes purses and tote bags out of beads! like, kandi/pony beads! And I was like welp here comes another hobbyyyyyyy so I ran over to Walmart and got all my supplies, then I couldn’t find a good tutorial or anything for a while so that was lame but after I learned how to do it I just searched for some really cool patterns and learned how to read them and now I’ve started my very own frog-themed bag!! I already have a couple rows and i’m thinking I might need to go get more beads but I don’t mind that. Overall today was fun! I was able to shake off the funk of the nightmares from the previous night and got some stuff for a new hyperfixationnnnn which is always fun. So! Tomorrow I have work in the morning but after that imma relax and just work on my new bag!!! Wish me luck 🍀
This is a super excited Rei, signing off :)
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Thanks for the reply. Honestly, I hate that style of doing things or thinking like it’s not what I want AT ALL. I barely even want to date these days simply because of this but I’ve been feeling super crappy recently and I think I’ve just been letting my emotions and in this case, lust (lmao) get to me and making me think stupid things 🥴 the worst thing is that I realised this guy is older than me and imo now probably should at least try and want something a bit more serious but hey, I ended up talking w my friend and luckily she’s a lot saner than I am feelig right now!! now!!!
Of course 😊😊
I hope you know that I never meant any disrespect or shame — i don't judge. You do you, ya know? What I was simply trying to state is, be careful. That's all. Stay safe, put yourself first, do your best in not letting yourself be something easy to use or play with.
In fact, I get it. I sometimes am in the mood to just cuddle and make out with someone. Like, not even sex and that's mostly because I'm a virgin so I can wait, but cuddling, playing with someone's hair and making out; having someone on top of me kissing as I run my hands through their body sounds so much safer, easier and ideal for me. I'm honest enough to say I'm a horny guy sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
The main point of what I was trying to respond to you — take care of yourself in whatever you decide to do.
I'm sorry you've been feeling crappy lately, but I'm pretty sure you're a great gal/person and this is just a little funk you're going through atm. It won't always be like this 😊😊
I'm glad you have a "sane" friend who can reel you in from time to time 😂😊😊
Keep looking up, anon 😊😊🤎
(I don't necessarily send brown hearts because it's mostly for people I am fond of but I'll send you one because I'm rooting for you and why the heck not haha)
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I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately, but mostly because I’m in the middle of moving to a beautiful new apartment. I live my current place, but I think it’s just time for a change. I’ve been neglecting my craft a bit and decided to just really gear up to have a nice Beltane celebration. I’ll be moved into my new place by then (with an amazing private outdoor deck!!) and can really embrace one of my favorite sabbats. It will be the perfect time to be cleansing my home and putting protections up too, so the timing just feels so right for all of this. But I’m also in a weird limbo right now of all my things packed away and my current apartment being messy. I get to start taking stuff over next week and I’m 100% starting the second I can!! Manifesting a smooth and seamless move for both me and my kitty 🖤
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I’m Here for Holly
Holly’s back, tell a friend! Jason Bateman is kinda a part of it! Fun for the whole family.
I haven’t read King at such a breakneck pace in a while, and I’m pretty stoked to be back in the swing of things, if not for the sole reason I’m so close to the finish line.
Non-book related personal anecdotes; therapy is really helpful y’all. I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately and while I know I’ll eventually drag myself out of it, I rarely know where to start. My therapist is A++ at helping me set reasonable goals. This go-round the depression-sun, I decided it was all my phones fault. It’s not, but I like to have something to blame.
I’ve committed myself to 1 goal; no tv + aimless scrolling. You know how it goes; you turn the boob tube on, pick up your phone, dick around on Reddit, and boom! 4 hours of your life is gone, lost to subreddits about idiot drivers and people asking if they’re the asshole.
The best way to stay off my phone is to pick up a book. Eventually I will want to clean the house and work on projects but this is good enough for now. So thanks to my main man Steve for writing stories so interesting I don’t miss spending my evenings getting enraged by random shit pricks post on the internet.
Ace Ventura says alrighty then! Let’s get to what we came here for, and that is the delightful return of Holly Gibney and things that go bump in the night.
King pulled his inspiration for this novel from the Poe short story, William Wilson, which is referenced several times in the story. I kinda miss the early days when you googled why King wrote a story and the answer is “someone said a junkyard dog didn’t like his face.” As B*Witched once said, c’est la vie.
The Outsider’s basic premise is this: what would happen if someone could be in two places at once? How could someone both commit and not commit a heinous crime? Are doppelgängers real? Is anything real?
Terry Maitland is your regular ol’ boring suburban dad. He coaches football and little league in small town America. A young boy is found murdered (in the most AWFUL way possible y’all) and Terry is literally all over the crime. Prints, DNA, eyewitnesses; if it was an episode of Dateline it would be a quick one, not one of those two-hour mystery specials where there’s a ton of twists and turns but then it was just the husband all along? It’s always the husband.
Not this time tho! Terry’s case is not so simple. Because Terry didn’t do it, someone wearing his face did? Is this a 90’s blockbuster staring John Travolta and Nicholas Cage?
Things unravel from there. I think I’ll skip a full plot summary this time, but needless to say it’s an endlessly captivating tale. My only gripe is Holly doesn’t show up early enough - the first 200 pages or so I was yelling “you promised me Holly!” to my book until she finally showed up being the best endearing weirdo in only a way she can.
I truly did not enjoy the Bill Hodges Trilogy (save Finder’s Keepers where there was minimal Bill to annoy me) but I lurve Holly Gibney. I hoped after finishing End Of Watch that she’d get a romantic arc in this one; she doesn’t, but she has earned the titular spot in King’s upcoming Holly, so I will remain hopeful. But really, Holly don’t need no man.
The Outsider was a couple things to me.
Firstly, a study on the power of ignorance and what lurks when people fail to believe in what is possible. What was imitating Terry Maitland’s was, surprise, not of this world, allowing this creature to travel, feed, frame, feed some more, rinse and repeat. For how long? No one knows but probably a long time. What would you say if someone’s bloody fingerprints and semen was found at the site of a child murder? We all have watched enough Forensic Files to know what that means. A world that doesn’t understand can’t fathom another outcome.
Holly almost died taking down Brady Hartsfield and his magical off-brand iPads, so she believes, and thank goodness she does because, per usual, she saves the day.
Secondly, a slight on the criminal justice system and incarcerated innocent individuals. This one ….might…. be a stretch. But there’s enough dumb cops being irrational and innocent people getting the death penalty to make a case. Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s a demon from another world wearing her skin for clothes.
All in all, a delightful page turner with countless twists and turns, your good guys and bad guys, your supernatural creature defeated in a pretty innocuous way. All the fixings for a solid King. He’s still got it y’all.
8/10
First Line: It was an unmarked car, just some nondescript American sedan a few years old, but the blackwall tires and the three men inside gave it away for what it was.
Last Line: That was good.
Adaptations
I have been WAITING so hard for this! My unwritten rules to myself are that I do not watch adaptations without first reading the source material. The miniseries aired in 2020 on HBO and it killed me to sit it out.
I actually watched this as I read, not breaking my own rules per-se, walking that fine line. I’d check the episode summary on IMDB, make sure I was squarely past those plot points on the novel, and watch an episode or two a night.
I adored this miniseries. Holly was perfect (obvs). I also appreciate the casting of a black actress, so all the “I’m not a racist” idiots on the internet pissing and moaning that Holly is white would reveal themselves. Cynthia Erivo played Holly to a T. I just wish Jason Bateman was around longer; credited for 4 episodes, he’s only really in 2. We all need more Bateman in our lives.
I also enjoyed that Paddy Considine was here, playing a meth-addict-turned-straight strip bar bouncer, while he’s also kicking around on my HBO screen playing King of the Annals and the First Men Viserys Targaryen on House of the Dragon. Man’s got range.
Holly DOES get her relationship arc on the screen and I was so happy for her until the final shootout where I offhandedly said to myself “if they kill Andy I will scream” then they did, and I did.
They leaned hard into the supernatural aspect, which I’m pleased they didn’t tip toe around. People moaned that the monster was too easily defeated, but I’m not sure what Battle of the Bastards epic level fight these people were expecting. Holly and a middle aged cop in a cave doesn’t exactly scream that a Battle Royale is coming.
I’m done with Elevation and onto The Institute next. 6 books left!
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Viktor with an S/O Struggling with Depression
A/N: As most of y’all know, I’ve been struggling lately. So, I decided I’d write some headcanons to help combat that a little. If you’re in a similar place mental health wise, I hope these help you feel a little better.
Small TW for talk of depression but there will be no mention of self harm
- He notices the change in your behaviour immediately
- You’ve started staying inside more often, you aren’t indulging in anything that used to make you happy
- It worries him
- So the first thing he does is ask you what’s wrong
- If you tell him about what’s going on, he’ll sit and listen intently
- If you’re the kind of person who doesn’t like talking about your emotions, he gets it, but will definitely encourage you to talk to him when you feel like it
- If you honestly don’t know what’s caused the funk you’ve fallen into, he understands and will do his absolute best to make you feel better
- When you can’t bring yourself to get up in the morning, he’ll make you breakfast and make sure to give you lots of love before he leaves
- Will also leave your favourite book/hobby on your bedside table in case you feel up to doing anything
- He’d make you a little ring made out of bent metal wire just to brighten your day a little bit
- Makes sure he smooths out any sharp edges so that it won’t hurt you when you put it on
- Also makes you hot chocolate with sweet milk once he gets home
- If you struggle with taking care of yourself, he’ll offer to take showers with you
- He’ll take his time washing your hair for you, help towel you off and brush your hair once you get out
- Encourages you to brush your teeth since you’re in the bathroom now anyway
- Once you’re done, he tells you how proud he is of you
- Even if you think those tasks are normal things that everyone should be capable of doing, he wants you to know that it’s okay for them to seem daunting.
- Especially when you’re struggling
- And that he’s so so proud of you for accomplishing what you did
- He’s there for you through the good times, and you bet your ass he’ll be there for you through the bad times as well
- He’s nothing if not loyal and dedicated to the things he loves, and you are very high up on that list.
#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane x y/n#arcane x you#viktor arcane#viktor x reader#viktor x y/n#viktor x you
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Homesick
Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader
Summary: Bucky has been grumpier than usual, but you have an idea to cheer him up.
Warnings: fluff, physical intimacy mentioned/implied, labels: boyfriend, girlfriend. Oneshot.
Word count: 800
He had been in a funk for days. Most people found Bucky hard to read, due to his constant scowl and “staring problem.” But he showed you more than that. You got to see those bits of softness in his eyes, the little quirks in the corners of his lips, the jaw clenches that warned he actually was angry. It didn’t take long for you to start to differentiate his “happy scowls” from his “sad scowls.”
Lately there had been a bit of distance in his eyes. Not the self-loathing look you had practically memorized … no … something more like, grief maybe? Your instincts pushed you toward giving him extra affection - hugs lasting a little longer, a hand gently scratching the back of his head when you were sitting together, fingers intertwining in his. He always gave a small, sad smile in return.
After a particularly long day, you flopped onto the couch in your pajamas to indulge in something mindless before bed. You pulled a pillow into your lap and turned on the TV, scrolling through your options until you saw them. It all came together in your mind in a flash, and you rushed to pick up your phone from the table.
omg you HAVE to come over
You rested your face on your hand, staring at your phone for a response. He was usually home and showered by now. You nearly squeaked when you saw those three dots.
now?
YES NOW
not dressed
well put some damn pants on, then!
You could feel his hesitation, could picture him staring down at his phone, hear his sigh as he decided how to answer.
c’mon you grumpy old man. i promise you won’t regret it
10 min
“Yessss!” You said out loud, throwing your fists in the air and falling back onto your couch cushions.
When he knocked on your door with those two decisive taps, you sprung out of your seat to let him in.
“C’mon!” You said in greeting, grabbing his metal hand and pulling him into the darkened living room.
“What’s all the fuss, angel face?” He huffed with a little annoyance, despite letting you drag him along (which he could easily stop).
“Just sit!” You were beaming as you pushed him onto the couch, shoving a bowl of popcorn in his lap. When you pushed play, you were doing your best to seem like you were focusing on the TV while you were really keeping an eye on his reaction. The opening credits to a 1940s cartoon short (Donald Duck, to be precise) started to play and he went completely stiff. Oh shit. He hated it. You scrambled to pause it and leaned over to turn on the lamp.
“I’m sorry, Buck, I thought-”
“How did you know?” he said in a voice so small, you almost missed it. His eyes were shiny as he turned to you, his face completely open and vulnerable. You were stunned into silence. “I know the past few days I’ve been … off. I’ve just been really homesick. I can’t believe you knew just what to do.” You placed your hand over his flesh one, smiling warmly at him.
“I’m just glad I could help,” you replied. “I used to watch these at my Nana’s when I was a kid. I was so excited when I found them, and it hit me that you would want to watch, too.” He squeezed your hand in response, a little smile forming on his face.
“It’s perfect, y/n. Thank you. You’re such a good girlfr-” he stopped short, his face hardening in panic. “Fuck, I”m sorry! I know we haven’t talked about -” You gently placed a finger over his lips, an affectionate smile on your own. It had started out as a purely physical relationship, but you had organically started spending more and more time together, and had yet to define anything.
“It’s ok, Bucky. If you are comfortable using that word, so am I. But that means you’d have to be ok with being my boyfriend,” You drew out the last word, teasing him. He immediately blushed, breaking eye contact. “Oh my god. Are you blushing?” You reached to turn his face to you, but he play tackled you against the cushions, tickling your sides. You did your best to fight him off, but you didn’t have a chance between the tickling and his strength. He drew back after a moment, hovering inches from your face, suddenly serious.
“Ok. Girlfriend it is,” he said, dipping down to press his lips against yours in a sweet, slow kiss.
“Now would my boyfriend like to watch the show? Or did you just want to lay on top of me for a while?” He grabbed the pillow from the couch, lightly chucking it onto your face as he got up and sat back in his place. You cackled as you pulled yourself up and snuggled in next to him, shutting off the lamp again. When you pushed play and he leaned his head to rest on yours, your heart felt so full.
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aura
A/n: Hi everyone! this is a tad bit different from the things i usually write (I think) as i wanted to switch things up a little bit. I’m kinda nervous to post it so pleaseee please let me know your thoughts! As always please enjoy!! thank you to everyone who beta read for me btw :)
summary: witch!y/n can see auras and harry is blue
my ko-fi! thank you :)
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Y/N has always been able to easily empathize with others. She could see others' emotional energy— their aura— and this made it easy to know exactly what they were feeling. Not only could she see auras, but she could take away anyone’s emotional turmoil just by touching them.
One of Y/N’s most vivid memories from her childhood was when her best friend came to school one morning in tears over the death of her pet fish. When Y/N leaned in to give her a hug, she felt an overwhelming heaviness overtake her body as soon as they made contact. Upon pulling away from the hug, her friend’s demeanor was completely changed. Instead of being sad over the death of her fish, she was able to instead reflect on all the good times she had with him. Her friend was fine for the rest of the day, but Y/N was left grieving over a fish she never even owned.
Y/N went home that day, confused. How was it that her friend was so easily cheered up just from a hug? Was that all it took for Y/N to make others feel better? If that was the case, she decided she wanted to be a ‘Professional Hugger’ when she grew up. As time went on, Y/N learned that she didn’t even have to hug others to rid them of their mental pain. The slightest touch from her instantly made anyone she came into contact with feel better.
It took a few months for Y/N to realize it was her touch that healed others. Sure, that mental anguish then became hers to carry, but how many people could say they could heal someone just by touching them? If that was the price she had to pay, then so be it. From that point on Y/N made it a point to help anyone she could.
As Y/N got older and her skill with this power grew, she learned to redirect the painful energy elsewhere so she didn’t always have to sit with it. It worked some of the time, but it was something she was still learning to master. Y/N wasn’t always successful in doing this, though. While whoever Y/N touched went about their day feeling great, she would experience their emotions so intensely that she felt as if she were coming down with a cold. Y/N dealt with it in silence because the way she saw it if she was blessed with this gift, she had to be selfless and put it to good use. Y/N was a firm believer that all the good she put out would come back to her in another life at least ten times over.
It was difficult for Y/N not to touch everyone she saw whose aura reflected sadness, anxiety, or worry. She tried to stick to only doing this to people she knew, but there were some instances where Y/N encountered someone who was just so clearly unhappy that she could not help herself.
For example, right now.
Y/N immediately sensed this stranger’s emotional turmoil as soon as they entered the space. It was late afternoon on a Wednesday. Y/N had the longest, most physically demanding day at work and the last thing she wanted to do was go home and cook. Even though she had just gone grocery shopping two days prior, she stopped by her favorite Thai place on the way home. Y/N was in the middle of ordering when their presence quite literally took her breath away, causing her to stumble over her words.
She turned to look over her shoulder at the person who was so greatly distracting her and locked eyes with the most pitiful looking stranger she’d seen all day. The first thing Y/N noticed about him was his hair. It was unruly, like he had just gotten out of bed. She also noticed how tall he was–– if he had just a couple more inches on him, he would’ve had to crane his neck to enter the establishment. Upon making eye contact with Y/N the man quickly looked down at his shoes, twiddling his thumbs. His aura was a mixture of indigo and dark red when Y/N looked at him. Anger and sensitivity.
“Do you still need a moment?”
The voice of the cashier breaks Y/N out of her analytical thoughts of the stranger standing a few feet behind her. She nods, re-situating her purse on her left shoulder.
“Uh, please. He can go ahead if he’s ready.” Y/N gestures behind her and the cashier nods, asking the man behind her if he was ready to order yet. He steps up to the front counter, eyes trained on his feet as if he couldn’t walk without watching every step he took.
His energy was intense and Y/N wasn’t sure how much longer she could ignore it. Something about him was reeling her in— his aura wasn’t looking too bright at the moment, but she could just tell it usually was. She felt compelled to take away his pain, and she hadn’t spoken a single word to him yet. While he was placing his order, Y/N internally debated on whether or not she should “accidentally” graze his arm when they walked past each other. Would that be weird? What if she wasn’t able to redirect his negative energy elsewhere? While she did love to help whenever she could, some people’s emotional baggage was just a little too heavy. She didn’t know him. For all she knew, he could be a killer!
He turns back around once he’s finished ordering and stands by the entrance, out of Y/N’s way. The pair lock eyes again as Y/N makes her way back to the counter to order. Once again, he quickly looked away from her. Y/N’s trying to ignore the annoying nagging feeling she gets when she wants to help someone, but it’s unrelenting. She makes up her mind that once she’s done, she will approach this stranger to get a better read on his emotions.
“Nice weather we’re having today, isn’t it?” She cringes at her choice of a conversation starter and hopes he doesn’t notice. Y/N folds her hands across her chest, forcing herself not to reach out to him. He nods.
“Lovely.”
The tone of his voice causes Y/N to wince. It was sharp and short. He was clearly not in the mood to converse. Although Y/N knows this, she continues on.
“I love this place. I think I come here at least twice a month–– what’s your go-to order?”
The man turns to fully face Y/N this time, his aura now more red than blue. He was beginning to grow annoyed with her small talk.
“Green curry and stir-fried vegetables.” He doesn’t ask Y/N for her order, so she takes this as her signal to stop speaking to him. The bell above the door jingles, signaling another persons’ entry. Their aura is shining gold–– Y/N would not have to interfere.
Y/N moves away from this man, deciding not to speak to him anymore. She was getting better at accepting the fact that no matter how much she wanted to, it was impossible to help everyone. As he collected his food from the front and turned to leave, not sparing Y/N another glance, she silently hoped that whatever was wrong with this man would not last.
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Harry was in a funk. There was no denying it, and he was over feeling so terribly. He hadn’t been feeling like himself for far too long. It seemed like everyone wanted something from him when he had nothing left to give. Jeff had set unrealistic deadlines, his mother was upset with him for not calling enough, and he was exhausted from constantly traveling and waking up in a new time zone. Harry needed a break.
Harry’s mind wandered to the pretty girl in the Thai place. She seemed inquisitive. She was very curious about his go-to order, and she was standing a little too close for his comfort. Harry was surprised when she didn’t ask him for a picture. He wasn’t trying to be cocky, but nearly everyone he met asked him for a picture–– he was Harry Styles. However, it was almost like this girl didn’t know who he was. She didn’t seem starstruck in the slightest.
While Harry was waiting for the light to change, it dawned on him that he may have been a tad bit rude to her. He noticed her happy expression drop when he shut her down, but he didn’t feel like talking. He liked to move from place to place as quickly as he could in the off chance he got recognized and it started circulating on Twitter. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a little bad. She was sweet like honey–– or so it seemed. In their brief interaction, she bought him comfort.
Harry wanted to turn back around and go back to the restaurant to check if she was still there. What would be the point, though? She would most likely be long gone by the time he made it back over there, as she did order immediately after him. Harry’s torn out of his thoughts when the cars behind him start honking, and he realizes the light must’ve turned green. He decides not to think about the confrontation anymore.
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The world works in mysterious ways.
Y/N was sure she’d never encounter the grumpy man from her favorite Thai restaurant again but yet here she was in another situation that involved take-out and him. His aura was dark indigo this time. Stress? Isolation? Y/N didn’t know, but she wanted to help him. In her eyes, there was no reason for anyone to be down this badly. She just wanted everyone to be as happy as she (almost) always was! She takes a deep breath before approaching him.
“Hi. How are you?”
Harry was absorbed in a text conversation involving his manager and stylist when a sweet, familiar voice interrupts him.
“I’m okay, thank you. Yourself? Also, we’ve spoken before, I believe.”
She nods, a troubled look on her face. “We have. At the Thai place. How are you, though? Really.”
Harry was beginning to find her a bit strange (but still incredibly gorgeous, even more than he did before now that he got a good look at her face). Why was she so concerned with how he was feeling? Was she going to ask him for a picture or not? As Harry opened his mouth to again tell her he was fine, the desire to tell her how he was really feeling came over him. So he did.
“Honestly? ‘M exhausted. I’ve been doing a lot of traveling and my manager wants a lot from me. I think I jus’ need a break.”
He radiated red. Anxiety? Anger?
“What do you do for work?” Now it was Harry’s turn to wear the troubled look.
“I don’t mean this to be rude, but you’re serious?”
Y/N nods, reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder. Just as quickly as she touches him she removes her hand, and she’s almost certain he didn’t even feel her touch. She notices him let out a visible sigh of relief, his aura changing from a red to a pale yellow. Optimism. Positivity. This causes her to let out her own sigh of relief.
“You’re feeling better! That’s great.” Y/N was not able to redirect his negative energy as the restaurant was too crowded and she didn’t want to risk putting it on anyone else, and she was feeling him. He was stressed, overworked, and anxious. Y/N just wanted to go home and nap, no longer in the mood for the food she just ordered.
Harry decided she was definitely odd but in the most endearing way possible. “How do you know I’m feeling better? Wait, am I feeling better?” Y/N watches as he works through his emotions, his aura ranging in color before settling back on pale yellow.
“Are you?” Y/N knows the answer to this of course, but she wants to hear him say it.
“I think I am. I’ve been feelin’ horrible all week but saying how I felt out loud to you automatically made me feel better. Kind of weird, but I won’t question it. Thank you for asking…,” Harry scrunches his nose, a distasteful expression on his face. “I don’t think ‘ve gotten your name yet.”
Y/N gives him a small, forced smile. “I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll be seeing you around, I think.” Before Harry can tell her his name she’s gone.
And she didn’t even grab her food.
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Y/N felt like she had been hit by a ton of bricks. How one person could carry around all this emotional baggage was beyond her, but she wanted it gone. Immediately.
There was a spell Y/N kept on hand for times like these. Times when she couldn’t redirect the negative energy before it got to her. Times when it was just too much to carry. Y/N had regretfully done this spell more times than she could count and was an expert at reciting it from memory. The vile was open and ready to capture the negative energy that would shortly be leaving her.
Y/N works quickly to complete the process, unsure of what time her roommate would come barreling through the door. She had caught her doing things she deemed strange one too many times (she thought her roommate almost figured out who she really was when she caught her having a full-on conversation with her cat, Sapphire, once). She was beginning to run out of excuses for her “unusual” behavior. Y/N mutters under her breath, willing the energy to exit her.
She notices right away when it leaves her. She feels lighter— like her usual self again. She guides the energy into the vile and immediately seals it, hurrying into her room to lock it away. Y/N kept a box in her closet that she only opened if she had to. It was her Pandora’s Box, in a way. Nothing bad would be released into the world if she opened the box, but if the viles’ were opened then the bad energy she trapped would be re-released into the world, finding its way back to their original owners.
Y/N feels like she can breathe again once she bolts the box. She hoped that whatever he was doing, wherever this man was, he was still feeling okay.
Also, for his sake and everyone’s around him, she hoped he got a break.
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Y/N was on Harry’s mind.
Something about her was magnetic. He wished he’d gotten more information about her than only her name, but she left him in such a hurry he could hardly process their conversation. Harry felt like a madman! He searched ‘Y/F/N Y/L/N’ on all social media platforms, but he couldn’t find her anywhere. It was dumb luck that he had ran into her twice in such a short time span, and he hoped good things happened in threes and he would see her again.
He was almost certain that Jeff thought he was losing his mind.
Harry tried explaining his interaction with Y/N first at the Thai food spot and again when he was getting Greek food, but Jeff thought Harry was so sleep deprived he was imagining things.
“How did you see a beautiful, young woman who didn’t freak out or ask for a picture? Doesn’t make sense. You’re Harry Styles.”
“That’s what I thought!” Harry exclaimed wildly. He holds his phone up. “I’m thinkin’ she really doesn’t know who I am, though. I couldn’t find her on any social media platform. It’s like she’s off the grid or somethin’.”
“No social media at all? A little weird, isn’t it?”
“It’s fitting for her. If you met her then you would understand what I meant,” Harry felt the need to defend this alluring stranger who took away his pain just by listening to him speak. “Look at me, Jeff. Don’t I seem so much better than I was jus’ a few days ago?”
His manager couldn’t deny that Harry’s mood (and attitude) had done a 360. He didn’t complain about being woken up early and he happily consented to do not one, but two interviews.
“I mean, yeah? I guess––”
“Thanks to her!” Harry cuts him off. “I’m telling you. I need to see her again and thank her for whatever she did.”
“How are you going to do that?”
Harry leaned back against the counter in Jeff’s kitchen, mulling the question over. It was a valid one. How was he going to do that? He already tried to no avail to find her on social media. He hardly knew anything about her. All he knew was her name, that they seemed to have a similar taste in food, and that she went to the Thai spot at least two times a month.
That was it.
In one last effort to contact Y/N again, Harry planned to go to the Thai food place, pray the cashier who was working when he went in earlier this week was there, and leave his number with her. It was a risky move, probably not the smartest thing he could do, and Jeff would for sure drop him as a client if he knew Harry was doing things like this. Harry didn’t care. Phone numbers could always be changed, and he was desperate.
If Harry couldn’t contact Y/N, he would wait for her to contact him.
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Y/N was confused.
She stopped at her favorite Thai food spot (sooner in the month than anticipated, but she had another long day), ordered her usual, and was about to leave when the sweet cashier who was always there insisted she takes the piece of paper with ‘HARRY’ followed by a phone number scrawled on it.
“For me?” Y/N was confused. Something like this had never happened to her before. I mean, does it happen to anyone?
“He insisted,” the cashier warmly responds. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back–– knew you would soon enough.” Y/N’s face flushes at this and she makes a mental note to start cooking more.
“Well…,” Y/N trails off, not sure what to say. “Thank you? I guess I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ve done well.” The cashier’s aura shines pink. Affection. Love.
“You should. Take care!”
Y/N leaves the restaurant with the crumpled piece of paper in her sweaty hands, eager to get home as soon as possible. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something told her not to disregard him. His reaching out was a sign–– and Y/N did not ignore signs.
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“She hasn’t called me yet.”
“It’s been five days, Harry. She probably doesn’t eat Thai food every day. I can’t believe you did something so fuckin’ stupid…”
Jeff’s reprimanding fades into the background as Harry drifts off into daydreaming about what it would be like if– when- Y/N finally called him. Would she find him obsessed? What if she thought he was stalking her? Harry decided that when she called, he would immediately clear things up. He’d thank her for her kindness (his trademark) and see how she was doing. She left the Greek food place so abruptly when he last saw her that he was under the impression something was bothering her. Harry wasn’t sure what he could do to help if something was troubling her, but he could at least extend a listening ear to her as she did to him.
“Harry, are you listening?”
“What was that?”
Jeff shakes his head at Harry, an amused expression on his face. “Man, I hope she calls you soon.”
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The phone rang three times. After the third ring, his gruff voice came through the other end of the phone.
“Hello?”
Y/N sharply inhales, suddenly growing nervous. “Is this Harry?” Silence. Y/N was preparing to repeat herself when he spoke again.
“Is this Y/N?”
Now it’s Y/N’s turn to be silent. Harry says nothing, awaiting her response. “Well, it is. You sound familiar–– how do we know each other?”
“Now that ’m actually able to talk to you, it sounds a bit silly…” He seems unsure of himself. “Promise y’won’t laugh at me?”
“I promise.”
Y/N says it with such conviction that Harry believes her, and it gives him the confidence he needs to proceed. “I was havin’ a hard time a couple of weeks ago. I was in line to get some falafel and you asked me what was wrong. What was really wrong.” Y/N says nothing, so Harry continues.
“I told you I was exhausted from work ‘nd wanted a break. That’s it, y’know? But I immediately felt better afterward. I’ve actually been feelin’ great ever since. I jus’ wanted to thank you, is all. I know it sounds weird and it’s probably all in m’head but I feel like talkin’ with you was just what I needed.” Harry’s rambling, nerves finally catching up to him. She was gorgeous and he was afraid she would think he was insane.
“I’m glad to hear you’re still feeling better, Harry. That’s great.” Y/N’s voice is gentle and soft and to Harry, hearing her speak was just as comforting as getting a hug from his mum.
“I’m also really sorry that I was such a dick when you tried talkin’ to me the first time at the Thai spot,'' Harry feels embarrassed, stumbling over his words. “Not sure if you remember but I was just havin’ a shit day. I thought you were gonna ask for a picture and I just wasn’t in the mood.”
Y/N doesn’t say anything and Harry winces, certain he’s offended her when she starts talking again.
“That’s okay. I know you were having a bad day.”
“How did you know I was having a bad day?” Again, Y/N pauses before answering.
“Well, I didn’t do anything to you for you to be so rude to me. I knew it had to be a problem involving yourself.” Harry notices that Y/N speaks very slowly. It’s as if she considers every word before she speaks. He’s intrigued by her.
“That is very true.” Y/N doesn’t say anything so Harry takes it as his cue to keep talking. “I’m sorry if me leaving my number at the restaurant creeped you out. I hope you didn’t feel obligated to call me.”
“Not at all. I’ve actually been wondering how you were doing since we had our encounter at the Greek place–– that doesn’t creep you out either, right?”
Y/N was hypnotizing. Harry was infatuated.
“Not at all.”
“Can I ask you something, Harry?”
“Course.”
“Why would I want a picture with you?”
Harry had to get to know her.
“Do y’wanna grab coffee sometime?”
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Something was definitely different about Y/N–– Harry just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. To begin, she truly had absolutely no idea who Harry was. At first, he thought she was just messing with him, but he quickly realized she was being serious. Y/N said she had “heard of” One Direction, but she never listened to the band’s music. Harry supposed that could account for her being unaware as to who he was. Maybe he wasn’t a “household name” like Jeff always said he was.
Harry was also right about her not having social media. When he asked Y/N why she didn’t use it, she said she preferred to occupy her time with more substantial things. She didn’t elaborate, and Harry didn’t ask. She was however very interested to learn what a big social media following Harry had. He tweeted the word “Do” and they watched as the internet went wild trying to decipher what he meant. He even started trending worldwide for it. It made sense to Y/N after that why Harry was so intent on not taking off his sunglasses and beanie.
Y/N was having a great time analyzing his aura.
She noticed that whenever someone glanced in their direction, his aura briefly turned red. Anxiety. When Y/N attempted to make a joke, it turned pink (she chose not to analyze that too much). Mainly though, his aura shone that beautiful, pale yellow that Y/N loved to see the most. Harry was doing well. He was happy. Y/N would not have to intervene today.
She couldn’t explain why, but she felt obligated to help him. Even though his energy made her feel so terribly last time, she would’ve still taken away his pain if he was blue without even thinking twice about it. Why was she so drawn to him? Y/N wasn’t sure what it was about Harry that drew her in, but she knew she would do anything to help him. Anything to see him happy.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, Harry felt the same way.
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Y/N missed Harry terribly.
She wanted to call him–– just a brief conversation to see if he was doing okay. He mentioned when they last saw each other nearly two weeks prior that he was going to be very busy in the coming days, and she wondered if he still was. Harry told Y/N that he loved his job (of course he did!), but being so busy sometimes really hurt him. Not just mentally, but physically as well.
She longed for him.
Y/N searched through her call list for Harry’s number and immediately tapped it, listening closely as it rang. She was about to end the call in defeat when Harry answered at the last moment.
“Hello?” He sounded tired, under the weather.
“Harry,” Y/N begins. “I haven’t heard from you in a bit and I just wanted to see if all was well. How do you feel?”
“Hi Y/N,” Harry perks up slightly, but he still sounds a bit congested. “‘M not sure if you can tell from m’voice, but I’ve got a cold.”
Although Y/N wishes with every fiber of her being that she could rid Harry of his cold, she cannot. However, she can make sure all is well with his mind.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she pauses for a moment as she usually does, hoping Harry can tell how sincere she’s being on the other end. “How do you feel though? Are you still feeling happy?”
“Jus’ feelin’ not the greatest again. I’ve been stuck in my house with this fuckin’ cold and haven’t seen anyone in days.”
“I can come over.” Y/N doesn’t think twice before offering. If he had to suffer physically, she at least wanted him to feel okay mentally.
“I don’t want to get you sick. It’s okay–”
“I don’t mind, really. I’ll keep you company.”
Harry doesn’t say anything and Y/N’s sure she must’ve creeped him out. They don’t even know each other well and here she was offering to come over to his home and keep him company while he was sick. She’s about to rescind her offer when he lets out a loud sigh.
“My manager might kill me if he finds out I did this… but sure, let me give you my address.”
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As soon as Harry got off the phone, he sprung into action. His home was a mess. There were crumpled up tissues all over the floor beside his bed, a sink full of dishes, and he’s pretty sure every bathroom in his house was a mess. He opted to not have anyone over to clean up after him as he didn’t want to risk getting anyone sick and man did it show.
He quickly gathered up all the tissues and threw them into the bin in the corner of his bedroom, surveying the rest of the mess before deciding he and Y/N wouldn’t be spending time in there, anyway. He was going to focus on the mess downstairs, instead. He loaded his dishwasher and record time and used disinfectant wipes on every surface he could in the kitchen, dining room, and living room. He then surveyed the bathrooms and cleaned the one with the least amount of mess, closing the doors to the other ones. He would worry about those some other time.
Harry was nervous to have Y/N over. He was just nervous to be around her in general. He missed her over the past couple of weeks but he opted out of contacting her, terrified that he was a bother. After Harry finished cleaning in record time, it dawned on him that he didn’t really have any food prepared to offer Y/N. If she was coming over to his house just to cheer him up, the least he could do was offer her something to eat. Harry hated doing things like this, but he was desperate. He texted his assistant and asked if they could drop off some food from the Greek place he and Y/N liked, making a mental note to find out what other places she enjoyed eating at for next time.
Y/N gets to his house much sooner than he was anticipating.
He rushes to his front door, looking through the peephole before opening the door. Y/N has a big smile on her face and looks absolutely gorgeous, as she usually does. She has a huge water bottle in one hand and a tote bag with the phases of the moon slung over her shoulder. He’s never seen it before and thinks it’s lovely.
“Hi,” Harry says breathlessly. “Thanks for coming. Uh, come in please.”
Y/N smiles and takes a small step forward, crossing the threshold of Harry’s home. She thought it was incredible–– and rather clean. “What can I do to help?”
Harry was getting used to Y/N’s straightforward approach to things, so he’s not phased by her question. “Jus’ you bein’ here is great, honestly.”
Y/N can see that Harry’s aura is that deep indigo that she’s not fond of, but she wonders if he can work through it himself before she steps in. “So it’s just your cold that’s got you feeling down? Can we sit down and talk about it?”
“Sure. Also, not sure if you’ve eaten yet or not but I’m gettin’ some food dropped off for us.”
“That sounds great, I haven’t had dinner yet so thank you. Can we sit?” Y/N doesn’t wait for Harry to answer. She makes her way to his plush couch in the adjoining room, walking through the place like she’s been there before. Harry loves it.
“I think I told you the gist of it on the phone earlier,” Harry says, settling onto the couch beside her. He leaves some space in between them since he doesn’t want to risk getting her sick, but he wishes he was closer to her. “I’ve been feelin’ down ‘cause I’ve been stuck in the house with this cold. S’not fun.” Y/N hums in understanding. Harry notices that she reaches out her hand to him slightly and then quickly retracts it, but he doesn’t mention it. Y/N says nothing, just continues looking inquisitively at him. Harry doesn’t feel uncomfortable under her gaze–– he stares back.
“Something’s making you feel nervous. What is it?”
Harry isn’t surprised that she was able to figure out there was more to what he was feeling than just loneliness. How was he supposed to tell Y/N that she was the reason for his nervousness, though?
“It’s nothing. I promise.”
“I don’t think so.”
Harry scratches the back of his neck nervously. “How are you so good at reading me? S’like you’re inside my brain, Y/N.” He lets out a little chuckle after saying this but quickly stops when he realizes Y/N isn’t laughing along with him.
“You’re just easy to read,” she cooly responds after a second. “Why are you so nervous? Do you have something coming up for work?”
“Not really…”
“Then what is it? Something going on with someone in your family?”
Harry was quickly realizing Y/N wouldn’t drop this unless Harry gave her an answer. He silently hopes for the best before answering her.
“It’s you,” he mumbles, shifting around uncomfortably on his couch. “You make me nervous.” Y/N watches as his aura changes from red and blue to pink, and his cheeks flush slightly.
“Why do I make you nervous?”
“You just do.”
“Why? Have I done something to hurt you?”
Y/N was so painfully oblivious that it was cute. Harry was quickly realizing that his heart doubled in size every time he talked to her.
“No. Quite the opposite, actually,” Harry reaches in the pocket of his sweatpants for a tissue, facing away from her while he pauses to blow his nose. “You’re so… you’re jus’ very interesting. Mesmerizing, really.”
Y/N feels her skin heat up at Harry’s compliment. His aura is still shining pink, the brightest pink she’s ever seen since meeting him. She was sad to see there was still quite a bit of indigo and red, though. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”
Before Y/N can stop herself, she reaches out to grab Harry’s hand. Immediately she feels his energy transfer to her and without thinking, Y/N flicks her finger out of force of habit. The beautifully potted Pothos that Harry has sitting on his television stand instantly droops, leaves turning brown and wilted.
Harry’s completely perplexed.
The first thing he notices is that he’s feeling better. Great, even. He feels as good as he felt after the interaction he had with Y/N in the Greek food place all those weeks ago. The next thing he notices is that his gorgeous Pothos, a plant that is nearly impossible to kill, is dead.
And it was all Y/N’s doing.
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