Snooze - Sza

Do you ever feel like SHIT? Like life is moving so fast, and you’re stuck, tired, or completely drained? cuz same 🙋🏻‍♀️. That’s why I started looking into Japanese and Chinese habits—because I'm searching for slow down type of lifestyle, finding balance, and creating small moments of peace in the dawm chaos. Now, I know some of y’all will say, 'It’s overrated, you’re just obsessed with China or Japan,' but hear me out these habits aren’t about trends—they’re rooted in centuries and they’ve genuinely helped me improve both physically and mentally. If you’re ready to stop just surviving and start thriving, keep reading. These little changes might just change your life too.

Little Habits, Big Glow: Japanese & Chinese Traditions That Changed My Life

First off, warm water in the MORNING. I used to roll out of bed and go straight for coffee or cold ass water cuz my throat is DRYYYY , and honestly, my body hated me for it fr. But then I read about how in Chinese medicine, drinking warm water first thing in the morning is seen as a way to wake up your body gently. And let me tell you, IT WORK. No bloating, no sluggishness—just a simple, calming way to start the day. Sometimes I add a slice of lemon, and it feels like I’m doing something kind for my body before I even check my phone

Two Ikigai.( I talked Abt Ikigai and how to achieve this concept click here!) Japanese concept changed the way I see my day-to-day life. It’s basically finding purpose in the little things—like, not waiting for some huge life-changing moment to feel fulfilled. I used to put so much pressure on myself, thinking I needed to achieve these massive goals to be happy. But Ikigai taught me to slow down and find joy in small things, like enjoying my morning tea or journaling. It’s a game-changer for anyone who feels like they’re always chasing something bigger.

Another thing I’ve started doing is Tai Chi or qing gong. I know I know—it looks slow and kind of boring, but hear me out. It’s like moving meditation, and if you’re someone who struggles with anxiety (like meeey), this will center you like nothing else. It’s not about burning calories or anything like that; it’s about connecting your body and mind in the most peaceful way. Even just 10 minutes a day leaves me feeling lighter and more focused. (Click here to watch a video of it) When I first started, I thought, 'This is way too slow for me.' But then something clicked. The slowness is the point. It forces you to focus on your breathing, your posture, and every little movement. It’s like a moving meditation that clears your mind while strengthening your body.

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at your service • e. jaeger

synopsis: after an injury, your husband is more than happy to care for you.

content warning: influencer reader, super cute fluff, eren giving (y/n) princess treatment, mentions of bodily harm and injury, slight angst, tiny mentions of sex, casual dominance

📝: just some cute fluff with our favorite rapper because I need the comfort today and I couldn’t stop thinking about domestic musician eren. 🥹 he just does sum to me.

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“Is that right? Well, that’s unfortunate but I really don’t give a damn. My wife is hurt and there’s no way I’m leaving her side. Find somebody else.”

(Y/N) could hear the intense conversation transpiring between your husband and whoever was on the other line out of earshot. As per, Eren was being his irate self. Blowing off a performance that he just wasn’t interested in doing. He had been contacted by the directors of the University of Miami in hopes of getting him to headline at their annual homecoming festival. Which always featured some of the biggest stars. Granted, he might have taken the gig if he were bored enough and had absolutely nothing else to do but he couldn’t be vexed. Especially when his precious baby was lying in bed, leg elevated on a stack of pillows and wrapped in a cast. Your arm? Bandaged up and damaged from the result of a nasty fall during a routine at a concert. Somehow, the stage crew forgot to bolt your pole to the floor correctly and as you went for your solo, it went crashing and carried you with it! An eight foot drop that was more painful than anything you had ever felt: The footage went viral, as did many things you did nowadays and everyone was terrified for you. You let everyone know you were fine but would be out of commission for a while…as you had experienced two hairline fractures and a bruised rib. Needless to say, Eren was livid and after rushing to the hospital to ensure you were okay, he rushed to the venue to find the people responsible. Raising hell that no one was ready for.

for now, you were stuck recovering at home while your girls finished out the remainder of the tour without you. It was a bummer and your spirits were a bit crushed…

“Go ahead, I’m still not coming. So you can tell the college, AMG and whoever else to kiss my ass. (Y/N) is the only person I’m leaving this house for. Ask me again and I’ll quit right now. Don’t call me for shit else. Goodbye.”

luckily, you had the most handsome nurse on the planet to care for you! EJ hadn’t even so much as thought of a studio or anyone else. Staying by your bedside, waiting on you hand and foot once you returned from the hospital. He had just finished up his call and headed straight back to check on you. “Hey princess…how are you feeling? In any pain or anything? Something I can get you?” His sweet words followed by a gentle hand caressing the side of your face, followed by a kiss to the forehead. He knelt down beside you, swiping his thumb over your hand. Even in this state, he glared at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Currently, you were tucked into bed, surrounded by plushies, games, flowers, books and all things synonymous with a get well soon package. He had spent hundreds, if not thousands in a matter of days on beautiful bouquets and gifts to brighten your mood. He wanted to ensure that you didn’t go stir crazy or get FOMO while you were home so he ensured that your girls got to chat with you every day on FaceTime, watching them practice which made you feel better. Knowing they’d do everything in their power to make it the best show possible in your absence. Your fans poured into your DM’s and mentions, wishing you well and showing their love with edits of their favorite influencer and dancer. And you even made sure to hop on live when the pain medication wasn’t taking its toll. Even you guys’ housekeepers were working later just to ensure the lady of the estate had all she needed. A testament to your character and how well you both had treated them. Something many celebrities failed to do. It felt good to know that you were so adored. Turning your head to face your sweetheart, you’d run a hand underneath his chin and return his peck. The concern on his face was taking its toll and you had to remind him that you were just fine!

“I’m okayyyy, my love. I’m more worried about you. Have you even slept? And did you just cancel ANOTHER gig?”

a question he truly did not want to answer out of fear of you getting upset. Because truth was, he hadn’t been able to sleep much knowing that his princess was in pain. Hearing you wince from a cough that caused your rib to hurt or when your casts began to itch and couldn’t be touched. He couldn’t stand it..more so, he couldn’t stomach the thought of what could’ve been? What if you were in the midst of one of your more insane stunts? Ones where you were twenty feet in the air, dropping at insane speed to match the artist’s rhythm..only God knows how that would’ve ended. But even so, he was still going to do everything in his power to ensure your comfortability. Regardless of if it were at the cost of his own rest or reputation. All of his projects were on hold for further notice, his performances postponed and a meet and greet put on the back burner. A small sacrifice for his sweetheart he’d make any day. And he didn’t care who didn’t like it..

“Me? I’m good! I had a nap on the couch earlier so I’m straight. You though? You need to eat. When you’re done, I’ll help you get a bath and I can do your hair for you..I picked up some of that oil for your braids that you use. Your stylist told me everything to get.”

so typical of him..going above and beyond to make sure that everyone of your needs were met. Not changing word, not getting frustrated or angry once. Planning things out and thinking ahead so you didn’t have to. Almost as if he were glad to do it. He made your life so much easier and honestly, you couldn’t wait to get better so that you could pounce on him and thank your husband for all his hard work. You had heard and experienced first hand the horror stories of women getting left by their spouses when they’re sick or hurt. How calloused men could be. Your own ex would avoid you like the plague when you so much as got a common cold! So this was new to you but much more inviting. Thinking about it sometimes made you want to tear up..which was inevitable at this point.

eren would soon turn his head amid his prideful rant, feeling accomplished in doing something right to find your eyes welling up. “Wait, did I say something wrong?! I’m sorry if I—“ to which you’d halt with a laugh afterwards. “No..not at all. It’s just that..I’ve never had anyone be this nice to me before I met you. I’m thankful, ‘s all. I’m so sorry for burdening you with all of this.” To which, you’d find yourself immediately thrusted into a hug and a kiss to follow. Cupping a palm around your cheek, Eren delicately brushed away those tears and kept you in his grasp. “Stop it..that’s my job, princess. To make sure that you’re always taken care of. You’re the most precious thing in my life and the best to ever happen to me. I’d do anything to keep a smile on that pretty face of yours. I love you, (y/n) and I’d do this a million times over. So please, don’t ever apologize.” You had never seen such sincerity in his face. ‘Though sickness and health’ wasn’t just some empty vow for him. He meant every word and he was going to fulfill his promise of loving you unconditionally until hr drew his last breath. You were his entire world and nothing..not even a broken leg could change that. He didn’t love you any less because of it. “..Oh..Eren. I love you so much..” “I’m serious, princess. Don’t ever forget that. I love you more.” The two of you would seal your declaration with a deep kiss and do away with any sad thoughts. Hopping up immediately after, he’d return to his normally silly self and head off towards the bathroom. “Now that that’s settled, I’ll be right back. Don’t you go anywhere.” Having to get at least one joke off on you. Which prompted you to smack your lips and giggle. “Where are you going anyways?” “To get the nail polish and face masks. My gorgeous girl deserves to be spoiled.” That and the fact that he thoroughly enjoyed doing it too. You were certain he’d have no problem getting comfortable with tending to all of your beauty needs in absence of your normal routine. Shaking your head, you merely chuckle.

“You know, I’m starting think you’re having far too much fun with this.”

which was fine, because he was happy to be at your service.

Beneath the Surface

So I have been wanting to watch this for the longest time after seeing clips of this man and David Tennet. I mean yum! I haven't quite got around to watching it yet but I have been reading the book/s and this thought has been rattling around my head for ages that I needed to get out of my head.

Rupert x Curvy Reader- Some suggestiveness

The garden party at the Harborough estate was in full swing, all crisp linens, chilled champagne, and laughter floating through the balmy afternoon air. Rupert Campbell-Black, sprawled lazily in a wicker chair with a drink in hand, barely feigned interest in the polite chatter buzzing around him. He was here out of obligation—a necessary appearance alongside Declan O’Hara, his insufferable rival, and the rest of the local television circus. He had expected the usual tedium, but then he noticed the shift in atmosphere.

A ripple of attention moved through the party. Heads turned, conversations briefly faltered, and a few men subtly adjusted their postures as they took in the presence of someone new—or rather, newly transformed. Snatches of murmured conversation drifted towards him.

“Did you see O’Hara’s stepdaughter? Christ, she’s changed. The arse on her, no wonder Maud sent her away—don’t want her husband around a stepdaughter like that.”

“Always thought she was a little mouse. Who knew she had that hiding under all those books?”

“Spent time abroad, didn’t she? Some scandal, if you believe the whispers.”

“I heard she turned down some prince, left him at their own engagement party.”

Rupert followed their gazes, eyes narrowing as he finally landed on you.

At first, he didn’t recognize you. Declan O’Hara’s stepdaughter had been spoken of, but never seen. Rupert had vaguely registered Maud O’Hara’s fond but exasperated descriptions—a bookish, serious girl, forever with her nose in a novel, lost to academia. Dull, he’d thought. Dull and unimportant.

The woman standing across the lawn, laughing with her half-sisters, was anything but.

You were curvy and glowing from your time abroad, and exuded a confidence that made his sharp blue eyes narrow with interest. Your hair gleamed in the afternoon sun, and your laugh—a rich, uninhibited sound—carried over the party, drawing more than just his attention. The moment you threw your head back, grinning at something young Caitlin had said, Rupert had the unwelcome realization that he was staring.

“Oh, bloody hell,” he muttered to himself, taking a slow sip of his drink, eyes traveling down your body. What he wouldn't do to get a chance to get behind that figure and bunch those skirts up...

His mind, never particularly noble, immediately assessed the situation. Declan’s stepdaughter—off-limits, complicated. But also tempting, clearly underestimated, and possibly trouble. Christ, she’s a proper handful, he thought, gaze lingering on the swell of your hips. A woman like that didn’t just slip unnoticed through life. He wondered how many men had already tried and failed to claim her. Maybe even had claimed her.

He imagined what that soft, curvy body would feel like beneath his hands, how you’d react if he pushed, if he tested, if he whispered something wicked in your ear. He had a sudden, vivid image of you sprawled on a bed, eyes flashing defiance even as your lips parted beneath his. Oh, now wouldn’t that be interesting? He pictured those plush thighs wrapping around him, the way your breath might hitch if he bit at that delicate spot on your neck.

He spent the next half-hour mooching about the party, gathering snippets of conversation, watching you from a comfortable distance. You weren’t at the center of the social fray but hovered at the edges, observing with an amused detachment, sipping your drink with the air of someone who found all this social posturing vaguely entertaining. Not shy, exactly, but aware. Selective.

More whispers followed him as he drifted through the crowd.

“She had some torrid affair while she was away, you know.”

“No, no, she turned down some lord or diplomat. Broke his heart. Ice-cold, that one.”

Rupert filtered the exaggerations from the truths. The woman people spoke of was bold, confident—but something about you, something in the way you stayed just outside the party’s thrumming heart, suggested a wariness, a careful distance. Bold, but vulnerable, he thought. There was something in your eyes—a fire but a fear—and the realization intrigued him even more.

Rupert wasn’t a man who liked mysteries left unsolved. He liked his women obvious, uncomplicated, and preferably already in his bed. You, however, were none of those things. And that, annoyingly, made him want to know more. Perhaps he could get you into his bed, being sprawled across crisp white seats would suit you.

It was only when he lingered near the buffet table, pretending to be interested in the uninspired selection of canapés, that Taggie caught him.

“You’re watching her,” she said, tilting her head curiously.

Rupert didn’t look at Taggie immediately, instead swirling the drink in his hand with studied nonchalance. “I watch many things, darling.”

Taggie frowned slightly. “Well, yes, I suppose you do.” She brightened. “Isn’t it wonderful she’s back? Caitlin’s thrilled. I think she’s missed her terribly. I know I have.”

Rupert finally turned to face her, the faintest smirk on his lips. “Tell me, when exactly did your sister become the most interesting woman in the room?”

Taggie blinked at him, momentarily thrown. “Oh, I suppose she’s always been, really. You lot just weren’t paying attention.”

He exhaled a short laugh. “And what brings her back to this charming little patch of England?”

“For Caitlin’s eighteenth birthday, of course,” Taggie said earnestly, completely unaware of the sharp interest in Rupert’s gaze. “And, well, she wants Caitlin and me to move to London with her. Or maybe even go abroad. Away from Daddy and Mummy.”

Rupert raised an eyebrow. “Ambitious.”

Taggie nodded. “Oh yes, but she’s always been determined when she sets her mind to something.”

Rupert hummed thoughtfully, gaze flicking back toward you. As if on cue, you turned slightly, speaking to someone just within earshot, your voice carrying just enough for him to catch Maud’s sharp reply.

“You should have worn that dress—it makes you look full, round, and plump. You’ve gotten fat. Why couldn’t you just wear the dress I got you?”

There was a pause, and then, to his utter astonishment, your voice, clear and cool: “Because it was at least two sizes too big and shapeless. I think I look rather bangable. My tits have never looked better. I thought this is what you wanted rather than your bookish daughter?” you snapped, swinging back a gulp of champagne, eyes burning.

Rupert nearly choked on his drink.

Taggie gave a small, horrified gasp at the family squabble, face burning in embarrassment “Oh, God.”

Rupert, however, was utterly fascinated. His keen gaze traced the curves that Maud had so carelessly dismissed. You were lush—undeniably so. And you carried it like a woman who knew exactly what kind of attention you could command if you chose to.

Well, well.

He’d assumed you were a bookish little nobody, a person that he didn’t even register, a faceless name, but now? You were something else entirely. A challenge. A contradiction. A woman who knew her own worth but still carried something guarded in her expression. He felt the sharp tug of interest low in his gut, imagining what it would be like to make you gasp, to hear that cool, composed voice turn breathless under him. To push and see how much you could take, to watch you unravel, inch by inch, under the right hands. His, of course.

Taggie groaned again, oblivious to the meaning behind his expression. “Please don’t be you about this.”

Rupert shot her a wicked grin. “Oh, darling, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

But that wasn’t exactly true, was it?

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