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alittlebitgoofy · 3 years

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the only proof i need is you (taywhora)

it is finally done, i've been wokring on this since the ukd tour started but we don't need to talk about that, it's kind of a sequel to my older canon compliant fics but can be read sepereatly. love my dear mina for always betaing shit I send them, an actual icon

title from proof by Paramore bc that song got stuck in my head as I was tryna get a title, enjoy :)) ao3 link

Tayce relished in the energy she got from this, after so long away from gigs the euphoria wasn’t lost on her. They were lucky, finally able to experience the dizzying highs of such public notoriety.

The heat didn’t help things— of course, they’d get stuck in a heatwave during a cross country tour. The amount of sweat, makeup running by the end of the show, outfits sticking in places they shouldn’t. It was a nightmare, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything

Her attention was pulled back to reality by the laughter of her friends, using silly Instagram filters on each other to amuse them. They stumbled towards her in a flurry of giggles, knocking into her arms and almost sending her falling over into the crowd. A’whora raised her phone to Tayce, erupting into laughter at the way the screen contorted her face into something unrecognisable.

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“Are you done with those?” Tayce asked, gesturing to A’whora’s fries while his attention was laser focused on his phone.

Before he could answer, Tayce plucked a chip anyway, putting it in his mouth much to A’whora’s chagrin. He huffed, eyes narrowing at such an act of treason.

“You hound!” He swatted at Tayce’s arm as he reached for another. “What happened to yours?”

Tayce lent in further, smiling fiendishly and chewing obnoxiously loud. “Ate them, like, ten minutes ago. You’ve been staring at your phone for the past hour and they’re gonna go cold, missy.”

“I’m eating at my own pace!”

“You eat slower than Lawrence picks up choreo.” Tayce grinned, his heart warming at the way his friend pouted, arms crossed — he was too cute when he got all riled up.

“Don’t involve me in your lovers' spats!” Lawrence hissed from across the table, laughing at the way Tayce’s eyes narrowed. He knew Lawrence was only having one of those stupid more-than-friends jokes, but any implications of their relationship being anything other than professional made the room seem a little too tense for his liking.

“She’s right, you two argue like an old married couple.” Bimini chimed in, resting their head on their hands like this was an everyday event.

“This isn’t an argument, a crime has been committed and you two are bystanders letting such an act go unpunished!”

“It’s a fucking chip.”

A’whora glared at Lawrence for such a comment. It was his chip. Tayce had his own, he could deal with himself. He had a bad habit of eating things that weren’t his and flirting his way out of any repercussions. He’d buy A’whora more of something most of the time but the annoyance was justified after a year of having his food stolen.

Bimini let out an exasperated laugh, the idiocy of the pair never failing to be both amusing and tiring. They bickered like children sometimes but there was a layer of deep connection under it, two people so strong in their unity that nothing could break them apart.

Except a chip apparently.

They slid their own half eaten pack over, not likely to eat the rest anyway. It would be worth the quiet of Tayce settling down with more food for a little while. They missed the peace of them all being passed out from a long night’s show.

“Tayce, you can have the rest of mine, just leave her alone.”

“Let the whore have her own food, you hound.” Lawrence huffed, Tayce snickering at the moniker. It made him raise an eyebrow, nodding before turning his attention back to his fries.

It was hilarious seeing him get so riled up but there was a small pang in Tayce’s chest, he genuinely was a bit upset about having his food taken, it was a constant that always riled him up no matter how much Tayce replaced. He slid a few fries over, secretly enjoying the bright smile that took over A’whora’s face, giving a thankful nod.

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Tayce felt the repetitive movement of the car slowly lull him to sleep, they were all too tired to do much of anything, passing out in the back of the tour bus in full drag, not even the energy to take it off before going to their hotels. A’whora was next to him, head leant against his shoulder. He looked so peaceful, making it hard to believe he’d been performing in the horrid heatwave an hour ago.

Bimini was on the other side of them, by the window. They’d curled in on themself, contorted in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. She’d have to laugh when they complained of back pain the next morning. Lawrence was beside them, stretched across the seat between him and bimini. It was strange to see everyone so low energy, though Tayce himself felt it. So many shows in such quick succession, his body wasn’t ready no matter how much preparation went into it.

A bump in the road jolted him back to attention, though the rest of them were long gone from consciousness. At least he thought. His attention turned back to A’whora, taking in all of his features without the prying eyes of anyone. Something about the sight of him, head reclined on Tayce’s shoulder looking like it was the most comfortable thing in the world, it made his heart warm.

Those feelings still went unsaid, he wasn’t ready for a lot of things, A’whora knew that. He knew with time he would open up, it just took patience and love.

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Tayce’s energy was electric, his constant bouncing and talking leaving the others in the tour bus in a similar state.

Long drives were boring, he had to make it more interesting somehow. A’whora and Lawrence exchanged a look as Tayce set up an Instagram live, mentally preparing for the chaos that would surely follow.

Lawrence was half amused and half mortified at the act that followed, A’whora cheekily shaking her ass on the camera, much to the amusement of the viewers, Tayce slapping it as if it was no big deal. He’d probably come to regret that later but the moment buzzed with the excitement for their next show, the tour in general, and the euphoria of touring with some of his best friends.

The rowdy energy kept up for the rest of the day, Tayce rarely lost his buzz as A’whora had come to learn, it was a blessing until it was late and she was ready to go out when all he could do was pass out in the hotel room.

They had to share this time due to availability, acting like it was a minor inconvenience when it was all they wanted now, to feel the comfort of someone going through the same grueling thing as you, waking up next to Tayce was euphoric. Something about him took the best, happiest feelings out of A’whora and left him a gooey mess of love and laughs.

Though Lawrence was catching on, or so Tayce claimed he thought, confiding in A’whora knowing even he could keep this secret. He knew better than to say something like that, Tayce’s vulnerability was difficult to keep, any sign of trouble and he’d close right back up for a long time to come.

“Oh, there are the lovers.” He boldly prodded the pair, erupting into a laugh as Tayce scowled. The atmosphere was too tense for 9 am, the previous night out leaving him in a precarious state of trying to balance a normal act and a vicious headache that only a kiss from A’whora had managed to vanquish.

“Well what crawled up your ass and died?” He followed up, Tayce’s glare frosting over in a way that truly worried A’whora. He was not happy and he didn’t want to sit in a car all day full of tension. Where was Bimini in this mess?

“It’s too early for this shit, settle down.”

His voice seemed to reason more with Tayce as he got into the car, quickly pulling a’whora beside him. Bimini came out a while later, apologising for the wait. None of them ever seemed to be on time, it was almost as if they took it in turns this tour.

Their presence brought some much needed peace as Tayce started perking up through the journey, still oddly quiet but much better than wanting to bite Lawrence’s head off this morning.

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“A’whora! God, hurry up!” A shout came from Bimini as they prodded her to change faster. Damn costumes, never easy to get off in a hurry.

Tayce watched it with muffled laughter, the misfortune not enough to need intervention but much too amusing to leave alone.

Lawrence shared in her amusement, though had no problem commenting on her time wasting.

“I thought I was the slow one, the whore’s got us all beat.” She commented, the room erupting in laughter much to A’whora’s annoyance.

“Stupid fucking outfit! Tayce?” The complaint was followed by a pleading whine, her eyes starting to tear up with sheer frustration.

Tayce obliged, walking over and unzipping the outfit to let A’whora out, grabbing her new one and sliding it up her body, slowly as to allow her to get in without rushing.

A’whora felt herself almost quiver, the feeling of Tayce’s hands running down her back taking her back to—

Nope. She couldn’t do this, not during a show. Keeping this secret would eat her alive by the time they got finished with this tour but she could enjoy the little moments they had, as inconspicuous as possible.

“Talk about sexual tension.”

“Oh fuck off Lawrence.” Tayce shot back. Before any more words could be exchanged they were rushed back on stage for a group number.

Thank god for Tayce.

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Tayce let himself fall onto the bed with a loud groan. It was incredible being able to perform for huge crowds and meet their fans but this was a new kind of exhaustion. He felt the need to hibernate for the next week. Beside him, A’whora flopped down, a similar sigh leaving his lips.

“I can’t wait to get home, I’ve got a face mask and a few packs of percy pigs waiting for me.”

“Is that all you ever think about? You better share, missy.” Tayce teased, a tired grin spreading across his face, elating his boyfriend who rolled over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Only if you ask politely, or maybe you do something nice for me.” The last part came out in a purr, their faces so close Tayce swore A’whora could feel the heat rising off his face at the insinuation.

It wasn’t like he couldn’t play along, flirting and calling his bluffs. But this was more intimate, the two of them, together. No one else, no need to worry about keeping it down so their roommates wouldn’t find out. It was a flash of a possible future. The pair of them working, joking, and loving together.

It dawned on him then, cuddled together without a care in the world after the most exhausting two weeks of his life. This was what he wanted, he didn’t care what other people thought. Something melted away without him realising, leaving his heart bare and ready for the taking though A’whora always let him set the pace.

“I love you, George.”

He froze. Did he hear that right? Did Tayce just say he loved him? Tayce, the one who could never let himself be vulnerable, much less admit his deepest feelings.

“I love you too.” He choked out, sounding more shocked than he knew possible. Tayce couldn’t help but laugh, he wasn’t expecting it but that reaction was nothing less than adorable. He pulled him into a soft kiss, enjoying their closeness before they both drifted off, hardly ready for the travel and fatigue of tomorrow but safe and cosy in the presence of each other.

He could get used to this.

#a'whora #tayce #taywhora #rpdr fanfiction

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thelefthandersdilemma · 3 years

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Dining with Hands with Muslims

I didn’t always think about my handedness. Being left-handed means being subjected to a series of minor inconveniences that affects the fabric of everyday life. But it’s mostly invisible. There are times, though, when situations force me to confront my handedness. Like when someone sees me writing and they feel compelled to point out that I’m left-handed. Or when my handedness clashes with another’s culture and deep-seated beliefs. Like in this story I’m about to tell you. Bear with me here, this will be long—mostly because I want the world to meet the man behind the most absurd(?) extraordinary(?) experiences of my life.

Two of my friends and I were flying to India via Kuala Lumpur International Airport. Because it was a cheap flight, there was a 6-hour gap between our arrival in Malaysia and our flight to India. BUT instead of checking in early like responsible young adults, we hung back and waited at the last minute to check in. Like the idiots that we were.

At this point, I must note that Filipinos need a visa to travel to India. You could either get a visa beforehand or get one upon arrival. It’s a long story, but my friends got a visa beforehand while I opted to get a visa-on-arrival. In hindsight, I was the one idiot here.

We took our sweet time and arrived at the check-in counter with only 15 minutes before the flight took off. The girl at the counter looked at my visa-on-arrival papers and paused. She called to her supervisor, shuffled my papers around, and talked between themselves. Then the supervisor looked at me and said, ‘You can’t take this flight’.

What.

‘You don’t have a hotel booking. You need a hotel booking for your visa.’ He went on to explain that if I get denied a visa, the airline would have to shoulder the costs of my flight back to Malaysia. And then I’d have to book a flight back to India. It was too much trouble for everyone involved. He kept looking at his watch.

“But... But...”

‘Look, there’s a computer shop there.’ He points at a shop directly behind us. Does this happen often enough that it actually made sense to put a computer shop right by the check-in counter? ‘Run to that shop, book a hotel, and print it. The flight is in 10 minutes. Go go go!’

So we ran. I rushed to book a hotel, any hotel. But the supervisor burst into the shop and called out desperately, ‘they can’t wait anymore the plane is about to leave!’ Just as I received my booking confirmation.

‘I’m printing it out!’ I shouted just as desperately, watching him herding my two friends to an attendant.

‘We’re not leaving without her!’ My other friend cried out as the escort took them.

‘If you stay here, you’ll all have to buy new flights!’ We were backpacking. I guess we looked the part.

Running, my friend looked back at him and hollered, ‘Take care of her!!!’

‘I will!’, he hollered back.

Jesus Christ. Was I in a movie? It wouldn’t have been more absurd to me if my friend turned into a pillar of salt. But my disbelief waned quickly. I went back to the shop and had my booking printed. It was about 10pm. At least I was in Kuala Lumpur, right? There was bound to be a hotel just a stone’s throw away from here. I walked out of the shop to find the supe standing there, waiting for me. There was no one else to turn to. He took me back to the counter to buy the earliest flight to India. It wasn’t until mid-afternoon the next day.

‘Are there any buses or cabs that could take me to the nearest hotel?’, I asked. Apparently, buses only ran until 10pm. And we were not in Kuala Lumpur. Kuala Lumpur was 45km away. And no taxi would take me there at this hour. And he himself would take me to the nearest hotel. The movie in my head was turning into a thriller real quick.

To prove he was trustworthy, he gave me his business card. Mr. X Nizam. 100% certified employee of Air Asia. Nothing in there about whether or not he liked to kidnap stranded backpackers on the side.

We passed by the bus station and there were people lined up to board it. I don’t remember now if I asked him where those buses were going and why I couldn’t ride those. I just blindly followed this guy to a dark parking lot, gave him my bag, which he dumped into his trunk, and then sat on the passenger seat. I didn’t even realize he had a ‘talking car’.

‘Door unlocked. Door open. Door closed. Door locked.’ It announced ominously, in what I could now only describe as a Hello Kitty voice.

All the blood was draining out of my head as we drove farther and farther from the airport. I had no Internet, my cellphone battery was dying, and I didn’t have the appropriate plug adapter for Malaysia. The road was dark and the ride was long. I had one hand on the door latch and the other on the seatbelt latch. Where was he taking me? To his house? To a dingy motel room?

Then a building with blue neon signage came into view. A hotel! An actual, not-shady-looking hotel! But why was he going in with me? He insisted on carrying my bag and talking to the clerk. He then escorted me to an upper floor. Oh god, what if this was a secret human trafficking ring? He opened the door to a room, dropped my bag inside, and gave me the key. Did I have everything I needed, he asked. I told him about my charger situation. (WHY!)

But he did not cross the threshold. He stayed right outside the door as he bid good night and promised to come by the next morning.

He arrived at exactly 8am the next morning with a plug adapter in hand. We had plenty of time ‘til the flight—he thought he’d take me to a traditional Muslim breakfast and a tour of KL while we waited. By this time, I was 90% convinced that he was not a human trafficking crime lord.

LEFT-HANDER CONTENT STARTS HERE

He took me to a Muslim family eatery. The food choices were all burning red with spice—I couldn’t tell them apart! When I sat on a table with my plate, I immediately got confused.

‘Why aren’t you starting?’ He asked.

‘Where can I get utensils?’

He let out a chuckle and called to a staff, who chuckled along with him. The staff excused herself and went to the kitchen and prepared some utensils for me. ‘We don’t eat with utensils here’, he explained.

‘Oh, are we eating with our hands? I’m sorry, it’s fine! I can do it. I’m a Filipino. I know how to eat with my hands!’ I quickly dipped my left hand in the washing bowl and proceeded to grab some food from my plate.

‘Nooooo!’ He exclaimed, an unmistakable expression of disgust on his face.

‘What?’

‘You don’t eat with your left hand!’

‘Why?’

He lowered his voice in a whisper, ‘that’s what you use to clean your butt when you poo...’

Should I have told him that I was left-handed? That I actually use my right hand to clean my butt? I didn’t. If I did, he’d probably be even more disgusted. Probably lose his appetite too. So I took a deep breath and used my right hand instead. Having breached a major law of hand-eating conduct, he decided to observe as I flailed about with my right hand.

‘You eat like a 5-year old’, he concluded. ‘That’s how I ate when I was 5, before my mom taught me how to eat properly.’

‘You mean there are rules?’ The tide has certainly changed now but during these times and as I was growing up, eating with your hands was looked down upon, especially among the upper-middle class. You definitely won’t see people doing it in restaurants. Even in small family eateries like the one we were in, it would be pretty rare to see someone using their hands to eat. Some people wouldn’t even admit to knowing how to do it. This is of course rooted in our colonial past. In our history class, we were taught that one of the “good things” our colonizers “gave us” were the spoon and fork (and occasionally the knife).

To discover that hand-eating actually has a dignified, deeply-rooted tradition was a revelation to me. It definitely gave me a sense of pride in my cultural identity—an identity that centuries of colonial oppression tried to erase.

’You have to teach me!’ It was one of the most educational dining experiences of my life. One that I will now teach anyone bored enough to read this long-ass post.

Mr X Nizam’s Lessons on Dining with your Hands

Use only one hand*. Your right hand. Because your left hand is “dirty”. X_X

Rest your left arm at the edge of the table across your chest. Place your right elbow on the table and keep it there. Don’t lift it. Only your forearm should move at an angle to reach the food.

If you’re eating meat, pull a small, bite-sized chunk of meat with your fingers. Then pinch some rice and push them in to a small, bite-sized clump at your fingertips.

Use your thumb to push the food into your mouth.

Keep your hands clean. Keep your food on your fingers—absolutely no food should reach your palms. Anything you put on your fingers should go to your mouth.

Remember I mentioned the food being full of spices? Well, it did a number on both of us and we had to run back to the hotel to, erm, relieve ourselves. Don’t you just hate it when you meet someone through strange circumstances and then suddenly you need to drop big noisy ones just hours into knowing each other? I just sat there, enduring the noise he was obviously hearing from the other side of the room. And when I was done, I had to stop, pause, and reflect. Not because I just dropped a deuce noisy enough to wake the entire hotel, but because I now faced a dilemma. A LEFT HANDER’S DILEMMA. *dun-dun*

After what I’ve learned about dining with your hands and the left hand’s place in its etiquette, was I really going to wash myself with my right hand? What if we eat with our hands again for lunch? How would that make me feel then? But I couldn’t use my left hand. I had no idea how to do it. As far as I know, it was always bidet on the left and cleaning on the right. So I had to what was “right” for me. Heh. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and washed with my right hand.

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*There are some types of food where you’re allowed to use both hands, but there are rules about it. Sadly I can’t remember them anymore. :(

#leftie #lefties #left handed #kamayan #left handed problems #left handers #left handedness

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artlessictoan · 5 years

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this one’s actually a request I got on the ao3 version of this drabble collection, butch!sak/tomboy!hina coffe shop au! and is this the first coffee shop au I’ve ever done?? I think it might be!

(requests open)

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It had been a long morning and Hinata desperately needed caffeine.

She’d had to wake up hellishly early – which might’ve been fine if she hadn’t been up until three in the morning desperately trying to finish her thesis in time for her first class – then spent almost an hour being jerked around by the aggressively indifferent receptionist of her school’s laboratory, before learning that the time she had booked for her vital preliminary experiments, had in fact been given to another student and the next available slot wasn’t until the end of the week. Handily throwing a wrench in her entire year’s calendar that she would be trying to work around for months to come.

And, on top of all that, the heavens had opened up the second she stepped outside, releasing several days’ worth of water all at once, leaving her to trudge home through a downpour, or hang out in the waiting room of the lab until it passed.

With the smirking receptionist, who she was too polite to tell to fuck himself, but who she dearly hoped would suffer several minor inconveniences for the rest of the day.

She chose the cold, wet walk instead.

Perhaps it had been a mistake, she could probably have found an empty classroom to quietly study in for an hour or so if she’d tried, but with her mind only lightly tethered to reality in her current state, it was more likely she would’ve just had a cry-nap instead.

It wouldn’t be the first time, but if a lecturer found her like that again, someone was bound to try and contact her father to inform him of her struggles, and he would wield that knowledge like a sledgehammer against her dreams of a career of her own; one without constant parental oversight and criticism.

She was absolutely not going to let that happen. Right now, however, what mattered most was getting out of the rain.

Squinting against the water running off the hood of her coat, she searched for somewhere – anywhere – that she could duck into and while away the time until her next lecture in a few hours. When she spotted a small café tucked away between a derelict bookstore and a corner shop that proudly called itself ‘Cheap-mart’ she didn’t care how dingy it looked, she just threw open the doors and shook herself off like a dog the second she was inside.

The barista leaning against the counter with his head in his hand glanced up at her; she offered him an awkward smile as she tried to brush down her damp hair. He returned with his own smile, one somehow even more awkward than her own, but straightened up and waved her over.

“Welcome, what can I get for you today?”

She didn’t bother to peruse the blackboards painted up behind him. “Black coffee, thank you.” Definitely not a drink that fit her usual tastes – she was more of a tea person – but she was about five seconds from collapsing on the cold, hard floor and wanted as little diluting the terrible, life-giving substance as possible.

If she’d had a syringe with her, she would have injected it directly into her bloodstream.

“Can I interest you in something to eat?” he asked, voice robotic and smile unnaturally fixed in place. “A sandwich, perhaps even one of our homemade cakes?”

The word ‘cake’ immediately caught her fraying attention and she stared into the glass display to scrutinise the options available with the same keen eye she would use for chemical analysis. It was actually quite impressive how… unappetizing they all looked; sponges were wonky, frosting looked like it had been applied with a slingshot, one was painted in the garish colours of a toddler given free reign of the crayon box and they had apparently all been cut with a chainsaw, she had no other explanation for the crumbling edges and uneven slices.

“I’ll have the coffee and walnut.” She glanced back outside, noting that the storm didn’t look like it would be passing any time soon and she had already skipped breakfast. “Actually, make that two slices.”

Dark eyes blinked at her in pure shock, before the man wordlessly fulfilled her order, only breaking his silence to tell her the cost and exchange cash.

She barely noticed, taking her plate and her cup and her sopping bag, she stumbled to the nearest table and sank down into the wooden chair like it was a plush, feather pillow. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the barista slipping through a door that presumably led to a kitchen; she might’ve found that a bit unprofessional, if it weren’t for the fact that she was literally the only customer in right now.

As she gulped down half of her coffee – grimacing at the taste, but pushing through it regardless – she wondered if the place was always this quiet. Sure, it was a little out of the way and if she hadn’t been looking for somewhere to escape the weather, she probably wouldn’t have noticed it was even there, but it had a stylish interior, wall painted with abstract ink patterns and rustic furniture.

And, when she shoved a generous forkful of cake into her mouth, she had to wonder even more about how a café with such incredible goods had flown so completely under the radar.

She literally closed her eyes and moaned.

Her fatigue was completely forgotten as she eagerly shovelled another mouthful between her lips, then another, and another. She was onto the second slice in about thirty seconds.

“Holy shit, I didn’t actually believe it…”

Hinata glanced up, absolutely no clue who would be disturbing her mid-meal and, even if her mouth hadn’t been full of soft, melting deliciousness, she probably wouldn’t have been able to say anything.

The short, stocky woman, with arms practically bursting out of the sleeves of her chef’s jacket – which presumably had been white at one point, but was now littered with so many stains in basically every conceivable colour that it was basically tie-dye – pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down heavily, crossing her arms on the table and leaning forwards with a slight frown. “Someone actually bought a cake.”

She was still chewing and had to wash down her bite with a generous gulp of coffee, just to respond.

“Huh?”

Very eloquent. Her father would be proud.

“No one buys the cake, we get about fifteen customers a day, I would remember someone buying the cake before-” she jerked a thumb in the direction of the barista leaning boredly against the counter “-Sai was so shocked he immediately came into the kitchen to tell me about it.”

That a customer actually choosing to eat the food on offer was such an anomaly that the chef had to come out of the kitchen, just to see if it was true, was a damning report on the state of their business. “Really?” she asked, looking down at the slice on her plate. “I can’t imagine why, it’s delicious.”

Dark brows narrowed over her green, green eyes. “Are you making fun of me? Did my mother send you here? Are you an EHO?” The woman was standing up now, leaning ever further into her personal space, flour-covered hands steady on either side of the table. With her face only a few inches away, Hinata could pick out individual pores on her nose and several old, faded scars. “I assure you; all my paperwork is up to date,” she said slowly, in such a low, threatening tone that left Hinata less assured than ever before.

She waved her hands in front of her face and backed away as far as the chair would let her. “I don’t’ know what that means and I came here on my own, I just… really like the cake?”

The speed at which the chef’s entire demeanour switched left Hinata feeling a little dizzy. Suddenly her bright eyes were sparkling and she had a wide, toothy grin stretching across her face as she asked, “For real? Even though it looks like absolute dogshit?”

“Well, as long as it tastes good, I don’t think the appearance really matters that much.” A statement easily reinforced by the fact that she was wearing an old, faded hoodie and some leggings she’d technically bought just for the gym, but were so comfortable that they’d wormed their way into her everyday wardrobe anyway.

Also, she was still soaked through and probably looked like a bedraggled cat, but she was trying to ignore that right now.

“Finally, someone who appreciates my genius!” Slapping a hand against the table hard enough to make it rock on its uneven legs, she turned around to shout at her co-worker, “You hear that Sai?”

“As glad as I am to have a satisfied customer, I would point you to the forty-seven other slices of cake that have been consistently rejected by everyone else who’s come in today.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but Hinata got the feeling that he really was trying his best. “You can��t decorate cakes for shit and no one wants to eat them.”

The scoff and dramatic rolling of eyes suggested that this was a regular argument for these two. “Ignore him, he just thinks that he’s a better artist than me-”

“I am an objectively better artist than you.”

“Anyway-” she displayed a middle finger at him over her shoulder, all while keeping her gaze fixed on Hinata “-I’m really glad you like the cake, I know my presentation’s a bit… rough, but I know what tastes good, just wish more people would give it a chance.”

Hinata had to give a wobbly smile at the woman’s childish pout; ohhh she was in trouble. “You do have a talent for flavour, I must admit,” she said, “I think this is the best coffee cake I’ve ever had.”

“Right? I’ve been playing around with some ideas for new recipes- actually wait here a sec, I’ll go cut you off some samples.” She was charging through the door leading to the kitchen before Hinata could object, but, looking at the rain still hammering down against the windows and taking another bite of beautifully soft cake… she could think of worse ways to spend an afternoon than being fed a selection of baked goods by an incredibly handsome woman with biceps that could probably crush steel.

Maybe she could even come up with an excuse to touch them. Just to satisfy her scientific curiosity.

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By the time the rain had settled down to a slow drizzle, she had completely forgotten everything that led her to the café in the first place, so distracted was she by chatting to the charmingly exuberant chef – who was called Sakura, she quickly learned.

They had shared several slices of experimental cakes and, while none of them looked very pretty, Hinata had been blow away by the taste each and every time.

If her alarm hadn’t started buzzing insistently, she would’ve happily spent the whole day getting lost in sugar and soft pink hair and distractingly shifting muscles and a boisterous, snorting laugh that had absolutely no right being as cute as she found it. Alas, she still had classes that she could not afford to skip and she really shouldn’t keep Sakura from her work for any longer. Even if she didn’t seem to have much to do.

As she gathered her things and pulled on her coat, she glanced down at the woman with a soft smile. “Thank you for all the wonderful food, and conversation.” She rummaged through her bag and drew out her wallet, dropping a few notes in the tip jar as she passed. One benefit to coming from a wealthy family, she afford to be very generous.

Sai grinned at her, slapping a hand over Sakura’s mouth before she could object to the payment – and judging from the look in her bright eyes, that was almost certainly what she was planning.

Rolling her eyes as she pushed his hand away, she leaned over the counter to grin widely at Hinata. “Please, come again!”

“Yes, and bring friends with you next time, as you can see, we’re pretty desperate for business.”

“Idiot, don’t tell that to the customers!” Sakura yelled, slapping a hand to her forehead hard enough to leave a red mark there.

He gave her a Look. “It’s advertising.”

“No, it’s desperation, you better not have been telling that to everyone who comes in here.”

“Are we not desperate?” He asked, voice completely even and reasonable. “Do I have to show you our account books again? Maybe you should focus on trying to find a cake decorating course, before you start criticising me.”

Hinata laughed softly to herself, but not quietly enough that she didn’t catch the attention of both workers. She smiled at the pair, marvelling at their bizarre friendship that she wouldn’t mind seeing a bit more of. “I’ll tell everyone I know that the food here is delicious and they need to come try it-” she glanced at Sakura, who was almost glowing at the compliment, and had to duck her head to hide her blush “-and I live pretty close by, I’m sure I’ll be coming in here a lot more too.”

Before she could rush out of the doors, a voice called out to her, “Hey, what’s your favourite kind of cake? I wanna make it for the next time you come here.”

She stopped and had to take several calming breaths before turning around. “Anything with cinnamon,” she said, not wanting to give herself too much hope, but unable to deny the rush of excitement fizzing through her veins at the thought of spending more time – much more time – with the wonderful, strange, charming baker.

Sakura nodded, eyes already sparking with ideas. “Alright, I’ll make you something amazing, you better come back to taste it soon!”

“I will,” she said, stepping out into the damp afternoon, feeling lighter than air and ready to take on the whole world.

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Uh so i'm having a rough time... can i get some fluffy angst of brunos gang finding out their gn s/o has been self harming? ive been trying to not but i just gave up,,,,, ;;

Okay, I have some things to say before you can go on to the scenarios. Please, don’t give up. Not about this, not about anything. Nothing is impossible, everything has a solution, and I’m so sorry you can’t see it right now but it is out there. I wrote this thinking about you because I saw this when you sent it but I wanted to take my time with it. Whenever you need to be reminded that someone cares about you, I’m here. Hit my ask box, my private messages, I’m here. If you can, please try to get professional help. I know, that is always my advice, but it is one of the really useful things there are to be done. I would really appreciate if you could tell me how you are doing. If you want to, you can do it anonymously through my ask box and ask me not to publish it, I won’t. And there was another anon struggling too, are you still there? If you are, I would like to know how you’re holding up too.

Now, this is a sensitive subject we’re dealing with here. If you don’t want to read it, please continue your scrolling.

Bruno was going to his s/o’s house to give them a surprise, he bought tickets to a movie he knew they wanted to see. When he arrived, he took out the key they gave him and closed the door behind him after entering the building. He is so excited he couldn’t even contain the huge smile it provoked him. Until he heard the whimpers, that is.

He made his way through the place following the sounds, unmistakably theirs. He worried for a moment, why where they in so much pain? He approached the bathroom door very subtly, not wanting to make any noise in case there was an enemy, he wouldn’t want to lose the advantage. And then, he looked in the small room, and something inside him broke. The scene developing in front of his eyes was unbearable. The blood, their face, the wounds all over their body, he can’t believe it. He rushed to their side, sticky fingers treating the cuts so they wouldn’t lose any more blood, yelling at them to please, stay with him.

Hours later, after everything was cleaned and their energy was restored, Bruno’s worried expression made them feel a weight on their chest, they would never want to see that face any less than smiling again. But they knew it was their fault, so they attempted to explain. Bruno listened, but his mind was worried about what he had to tell them. Exactly what words he had to use to make the comprehend there’s no need for such measures.

“Tesoro, I love you so much, it pains me greatly to know you are feeling like this. Please, would you consider letting me get you a good doctor? I don’t mean to intrude in your life, but I don’t want to lose you, and sometimes we need a little push. Please, I’m begging you, don’t you ever think you need to hide this from me. Let me share that burden, take some weight off your shoulders. Life was never meant to be lived alone, and no problem can be solved in solitude. Let me be the reason you wake up and feel like life is worth living. Please, let me show you everything your life could be, together we can find happiness. What do you say?”

***

Abbacchio was fairly familiar with depression. Finding a reason to go on was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. He knows is hard for other people to deal with it, they tend to feel uncomfortable when dealing with people coping with it, and it makes it even harder. He knows. But he never expected to find that he couldn’t notice it in others.

Everyone copes with their different issues in different ways. He attempted to separate himself from the world, only to find that this was no solution to his problem. Only when he found a safe space amongst other people was he able to find some kind of peace of mind. And yet, as close as he felt with them, he failed to notice the small but present scars on their body. Some looked old, some looked too fresh. Some hadn’t even scarred yet.

They were both in bed, the tv with some old movie they had seen a thousand times before on., everything was so normal, so everyday-like. And yet, running his hand through their body, discovering the evidence of their illness, nothing felt normal. He felt so impotent. He needed to cry, yell, break stuff. He felt angry, but only at his inability to see it and offer his help, his shoulder, his ear. He had gotten better when he found them, but now that they were feeling bad he hadn’t even had the chance to try and help.

Softly, he decided to talk to them. He wasn’t going to talk about their personal stuff, they would talk to him when they were ready. He knew forcing them was only going to make it worse. But he also knew they needed it, so he made himself available.

“You know, I absolutely get what that feels like.” He gestured the most recent cuts. “I’m not saying it’s okay, I’m just saying I get it. But you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, and I’m always going to be here.”

Words didn’t come easy for him, but he made his point clear and kissed them to make them feel loved, only to make his point clearer.

***

Mista had the habit of not asking if he could come by, he just did. He knew their time table for every day, so he knew when they’d be home. He popped up on the weirdest of hours, secretly hoping to catch them doing something embarrassing or hot. But he would have never expected what he encountered.

It’s not that he found them doing anything. They were asleep, but it was a hot day and it turns out they like to sleep on their underwear on hot days. At first, it seemed like it would be fun to scare them, but as he got closer, he noticed the red lines and spots on places generally clothed. He examined them as well as he could, looking for some clue to tell him it wasn’t what he thought. But it was, and nothing could now convince him of the contrary.

He got on the bed, carefully spooning them, and decided he’d take a nap right there, and wait for them to wake up so he could question them, he wouldn’t want them to be scared when he discussed what he saw. f course, that plan didn’t go as he thought. They had gone to sleep alone and now they weren’t alone, it scared the shit out of them. Their screams alerted Mista too, but everything calmed after he explained what had happened.

He addressed the issue properly, unlike most of the stuff he does. He is a goofy guy, ut is completely able to get serious when needed.

“Babe, why resort to that sort of thing? If you were feeling so bad, why didn’t you say anything? You don’t need to bear everything on your own. You know I adore you and I would never judge you for this, it wasn’t your choice, and is not something pretty either. I want to be here for you all the time. Do you think, maybe, you could talk to me about it? Whatever it is, we can sort it.”

He held them in his arms and placed soft kisses everywhere he could reach, the pistols doing the same wherever he couldn’t. He wanted them to know he was there, and he wasn’t leaving.

***

Narancia was not a particularly observant fellow. He rushed through everything so he never noticed small things, like the almost imperceptible details, changes in them that could have alerted him of their mental state.

He was making his way home when he saw something he thought his s/o would really like, and, being the impatience person he is, he wanted to get it to them right away. So he ran through the streets of Napoli, only one goal in his mind, only one place to be. He arrived panting and breathless, but nevertheless happy to be able to give them this gift. He rang the bell, so he could continue with the surprise, not wanting to just get inside. But when they opened the door, he saw them crying. These weren’t small tears, this wasn’t the kind of cry you let out when you need to unwind. This was desperate crying, their whole face red and puffy, their voice was gone. He got inside and followed them to the couch. And then, he saw the marks on their skin.

He fell to his knees, gift falling from his hands unimportant. His throat suddenly clogged by a knot, his thoughts unable to untangle. Them, the love of his short life, feeling like that. He knew it just meant they needed him more than ever. He didn’t want to admit he may have been going through life too fast, not realizing their struggles until it was too late. But it wasn’t too late. He could still do something.

“Baby, my love, please tell me what can I do for you.” He didn’t know what to do, nothing trained him for that situation. He hadn’t experienced that kind of pain and darkness before, but he wanted to make himself useful, not wanting to accept that was their life. “I’m taking it upon myself to change your days for the better. I promise you, you will never feel this sadness again as long as I’m here by your side.”

***

Fugo understands feeling overwhelmed sometimes. This can lead to anxiety, panic attacks, and depression. But he didn’t know this was how they felt. He was really observant and meticulous, but their way of coping wasn’t the usual sadness and brooding. They were different. If you saw them from a distance, you would have never been able to tell they were struggling. Their smile continued to shine, their laugh continued to resonate in every room. whenever he’d see them staring at nothing, or a tear going down their eye, he always thought it was just some minor inconvenience. It turns out, it wasn’t.

He may have never known real peace and accomplishment if it wasn’t for them. They appeared in this hard part of his life, where he had to push forward, like going up a hill where someone up there is tossing stuff at you. It was hard, and he would have never done it if it wasn’t for their true love and support. No one can go through this alone, he learned at last.

As both of them were having a nice time together, him reading a book out loud and them listening to his absolutely perfect voice, he found himself feeling a little warm, and decided to take his jacket off when he realized they were still wearing long sleeves. He tried to argue it was getting hot and they could faint or something but to no avail. And that got him suspicious. After a lot of bickering, he finally got them to show him what they were hiding, and it wasn’t pretty.

Knowing Fugo’s observant nature, they had gotten some bandages in order to not get the shirt stained with blood, as the wounds were fairly new. But what was under them was horrifying. Fugo’s heart broke. He wanted to yell at them, but for once, he fought the urgency knowing it wouldn’t help in that situation. Not caring about smearing the blood on his clothes, he hugged them tightly. His voice wouldn’t come out for a while, so he hugged them and let them cry for some time. Whatever they needed.

When he was finally able to speak, he tried to make his point as loud as he could, but he failed. In what seemed like a whisper, he muttered:

“Amore, bella mia, I can’t believe I never noticed you were going through this. You don’t deserve this, and it brings me incredible sadness to know it is happening anyway. The world is an unfair place, and as such doesn’t care whether good people are suffering, but I do. I don’t want you to feel lonely and broken anymore. I understand that sometimes one feels overwhelmed with everything, and need to let something out. Please, know that I’m here to support you in any way you need. I will offer you the tools to find a will to continue fighting again. I swear, anytime you call me, no matter what I’m doing, I will pick up. If you need me here, I’ll come from wherever I am. You are the most important thing in my life, and I’m not going to let you suffer alone anymore.”

***

Giorno arranged a beautiful evening in a hotel room for him and his love. They were going to have the most exquisite dinner, and maybe they could go swimming later, the warm water of the pool relieving his muscles. It had been going great, with the small detail of them being a little quieter than normal. Giorno knew it wasn’t a good sign, but he decided to address it some other time when they were alone. He only grew more worried when they refused to go swimming. The hotel pool was beautiful, they were completely alone, and it’s not something they hadn’t done before, he knows they love swimming.

As he pressed the subject, he found resistance from their part, he wasn’t expecting it. Something was upsetting them and they wouldn’t talk to him, he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to force them either, but he wanted to help them. If they needed to, he would listen for hours, get anything they need, create as many puppies as they needed, wipe away any tears. He wanted to be a part of them to the same extent they were of him.

Finally, they caved in. Something inside them told them they had to tell him. They needed to let it out, they couldn’t keep it to themselves anymore. Giorno listened and observed, serious as ever. But not because he felt nothing, but because he was feeling like he could faint any minute. He had no idea this was happening right under his nose.

“My lovely (Name), why did you never come to me? You know I would have helped you. I would have listened. I would have never judged you. My heart lies with you, and if I lost you there would be no part of me to build myself from again. Please, let me get you I touch with a professional, you know you need it. And I know it can be scary and difficult to come to terms with what is going on with you, but you need to do something about it before it conquers over the beautiful person you are. This does not define you, you can change this with some effort. It won’t be easy, I won’t lie to you. But it can be done. And I’m going to be with you every step of the way.”

The swim was amazing, as everything was with Giorno.

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10 ways to spot a burnout and 11 ways to handle it

Hey everybody, As you may have discovered, the fashion week season remains in complete blossom, yet I am hanging around in my comfy home in warm Barcelona.

In instance you could question why: for the past couple of weeks - or also months - I've been under a lot of stress and I chose to unwind this season. I have actually been doing some study as well as I concerned the final thought that I'm on the side of a fatigue because of an overload of expectations, workload, stress and also perfectionism.

" However you have actually been doing terrific! What happened?" Exactly, I have actually been doing more than great all these weeks. As a matter of fact, I've been doing SO excellent that my present workload is around 75 hours a week, not counting the other hrs I spend thinking of job on the side (I'm not also joking, I've been monitoring my hours). It would certainly be charming to already make enough money to employ people to take on a component of that workload, but as long as I'm not there yet, I'm on my very own. And considering that I want my job to be premium, I will certainly not quit working until it's excellent. Competition is however, could you blame me?

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I was questioning whether I need to create concerning this, or even allow any person understand that I could have concerns because the globe of social networks is meant to be best. I neither desired to give the suggestion that I'm attempting to obtain compliments or focus with this: I merely figured that since my blog site is meant to be about me aiding people with my personal experiences, it would certainly be hypocrite of me to overlook the unfavorable things. As well as that knows, maybe I can in fact aid a person by speaking regarding my very own experience. Specifically in the world of creative freelancers I am sure there are more of you around that are on the side of a fatigue, considering that we never ever appear to be able to stop functioning. So this is for you: allow's feel better with each other! In the video I discuss everything you have to know, however in situation you wish to find out more details, check out the text below:

First of all, it is necessary to recognize which variables are likely to add to a burnout:

Poor work/life balance

Lack of resources, training or support required to do your job

Stressful workplace dynamics

Being took part in job that you don't find meaningful or important

Failing to carry out proper self-care (workout, eating well, etc.)

Perfectionistic tendencies

Secondly, we have to locate the indications of an exhaustion in order to recognize whether we are dealing with one, so I did some research and made a checklist of the 10 most common symptoms.

1. Lack of ability to quit believing regarding work

Obviously it's regular to think of work in your downtime, however when it becomes compulsive you might wish to consider taking a few deep breaths as well as CHILL.

2. Constant exhaustion

Waking up exhausted everyday, no issue how lots of hours you rest? Do you really feel frequently like you are at completion of your resources, psychologically as well as physically? Besides that this is a signs and symptom for a fatigue, it also is for other health and wellness issues ... so obtain yourself checked!

3. Poor job performance

Even though you always utilized to shake your work, now you are really feeling too weary and also can't appear to focus on your jobs anymore. You're putting things off and privately wishing another person will repair the mess.

4. Guilt

Even though you're frequently (obsessively) functioning, you still can't seem to obtain it right. The tons is as well heavy or you can not focus ... anyway: you really feel responsible for not having the ability to finish your job. Which typically leads to functioning also more.Are we sensing a pattern here ...?

5. Mood modifications, inflammation and also cynicism

Burnouts trigger psychological fatigue and also a loss of a sense of personal success, that makes the mood unstable. If you're really feeling out of control, it's very easy to take those feelings out on those around you. You could be so bewildered by your very own problems as well as exhaustion that minor inconveniences bring about extreme sensations of anger as well as irritability. At the workplace you could end up being cynic and also pessimistic, which is identified by regular isolation. Simply put: you are NOT in your pleased place.

6. Social Isolation

The mix of fatigue, depression, sense of guilt as well as a sensation of failure can lead us to isolate ourselves from others. You begin feeling embarrassed about your job as well as you favor to don't be around individuals all also much. I indicate ... not everybody needs to know you are a failing, so it's far better if they do not see it right?

7. Unhealthy lifestyle choices

You are currently worn down and depressed, who has time or power for cooking a well balanced meal as well as going to the health club? You may be eating excessive (or insufficient), select harmful foods and also stop working out. You likewise may be consuming even more alcohol than you used to, in order to get away the nervous or depressive sensations. Did I hear any person state satisfied hour?

8. Loss of enjoyment in daily activities

Since you are obsessed with your job and efficiency, you don't really feel like you can really appreciate your daily activities anymore ... not like you made use of to at least. You not feel satisfied with your individual life, you may also feel apathetic or fearful ... is that the guilt speaking.

9. Difficulty sleeping

Frequently being incapable to fall or stay asleep - specifically if associateded with by thoughts of work - can be a signs and symptom of a breakdown. You are feeling too distressed to rest, makings you even much more exhausted throughout the day and also execute even worse at the office ... as well as the vicious cycle continuous.

10. Stress-Related health and wellness problems

People struggling with fatigue commonly experience health issues commonly associated with anxiety and also anxiety. These can consist of gastrointestinal troubles, pain in the back, constant migraines as well as reduced energy levels. Make sure that the doctor depends on date concerning your physical, in addition to mental state!

So ... in case you might feel like you can associate with one of these ten signs: you could have an exhaustion, or at least be headed to one. So keep reviewing! It's time for the most fundamental part: how to manage a burn out:

1. Lower understood stressors at work

Analyze what are the things worrying you out most about your job. Are they truly worth worrying concerning that much?

2. Make healthy and balanced way of life choices

Even though you may not really feel like it, keep dealing with yourself! Eat well and keep working out: it will not be a magic universal remedy for a breakdown, but it will absolutely improve your energy levels and also assist you manage stress.

3. Talk with your working environment

Since your burnout is affecting your work performance, it's crucial to talk to your boss or the people you collaborate with. Discuss your concepts on reducing your stress levels along with increasing the job efficiency. Do not forget to be clear about exactly what you require, and how these approaches will enhance your efficiency at work!

4. Take a leave of absence

In situation you truly can not manage your work anymore, you need to absolutely think about relaxing to offer your mind and also body a chance to relax. If you don't take some time on your own you will just make it even worse, no person will enjoy with that!

5. Use your spare time for anything apart from work

It is typical for individuals that are on the side of a breakdown to use their spare time to obtain ahead on work, wishing that this will reduce their stress levles throughout the day. Research programs, nevertheless, that investing your off-hours doing non occupational social as well as physical tasks really help you stop - or recuperate from - a burnout

6. Set Boundaries

Be strict to on your own by making sure you will not take on too much work or spend your spare time functioning. Offer on your own policies such as "weekends are cost-free" or "after 20.00 I need to quit working", as well as learn just how to claim 'no' to jobs which might not be that intriguing for you, in order to minimize your workload.

7. Make Changes if necessary

Obviously food is not functioning the means it should, so aim to find out what it is. Reorganize on your own and your job: compare the principle of your brand/company to your present tasks, make a structurized weekplanning to produce a much better review as well as start prioritizing!

8. Learn to Switch off

Sometimes it's extremely tempting to 'merely swiftly finish this task', and after that brand-new things keep turning up so you entirely forgot you remained in your 'off time'. Do not fret: tomorrow is one more day, answering that mail can wait 8 extra hrs! Be rigorous to on your own and try to absolutely appreciate your totally free time.

9. Ditch the Technology

Okay, I understand this is a though one! Particularly for the blog writers around ... our phones and also laptop computers are our spirit pets. At least try this: take - at the very least - 30 minutes to examine your phone after waking up: consume a mug of tea, do some extending, enjoy an appeal regimen, have morning meal ... whatever you do, merely do NOT touch your phone while doing so! The very same matters the Thirty Minutes before going to sleep. It's not great to have a countless working cycle, it gives so a lot even more stress.

10. Start a new Hobby

A leisure activity is a wonderful means to obtain your 'me-time' and also having fun! It's the most effective means to swtich off and to even work with your healhier lifestyle (showing off, dance, strolling, everything counts!). Is there something you've been intending to do permanently yet never ever made the effort? This is your chance

11. Find support

Avoid social seclusion by speaking with your pals and also family about your existing dip. Trust fund me, they will be more than delighted to assist you! Allow them take you out for a favorite, a good dinner, the cinema, whatever! Any type of distraction matters. It will certainly really feel terrific to have their support as well as like around you, I promise.

I hope with this post I had the ability to assist amongst you overachieving creatives out there! From currently on I will absolutely start working with myself: this month I will be publishing a bit less, yet I will be discussing blogposts on ways to make your life less complicated with tips on organizing yourself, improving your Instagram skills, photography abilities as well as more!

Lots of Love,

Lynn

P. s. For more reading on Fatigues you can have a look at these resources:

- Inc.com: 5 Surprising indicators of Burnout

- Inc.com: 10 indications you're movinged towards a Burnout

- The Guardian: How you can acknowledge, avoid and take care of exhaustion in a Creative Job

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