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zhongrin · 1 year

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hold you close to my heart

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, childe, xiao, al haitham, thoma, scaramouche

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, gn!reader, fluff, headcanon format

◇ a/n ◇ zhongli is ngl acting like an asian mom in this and i am not sorry. i need him in my life bc i hate fishbone (the number of times i've had a fishbone stuck in my throat- you don't want to know. let's just say pressing down my gag reflex is one of my talents now) and peeling shrimps.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

tries to be as quiet as possible as he shuffles around the house while you’re asleep.

peels fruits for you.

will care for your hair for you (brushes / applies oil / braids)

debones any sort of meat-with-bone/shell dishes, including fishes and crustaceans for you (this might be the ultimate expression of zhongli’s love considering how much he hates the smell of seafood).

will not hesitate to spoonfeed you when your hands are occupied or if you’re forgetting to eat.

“zhongli do you know where did i put my shawl-” “second drawer, right side.” “and my dragon-printed socks-” “-is in the sock box on the third drawer, you probably missed it.”

will threaten people who wronged you with a sandal in his hands “i will have order!”

headpat machine - you want headpats? you’re getting headpats. you don’t want headpats? you’re getting a kiss on top of your head…… and a headpat <3

will fall into the habit of carrying tissues and hair ties and the everyday essential items which you often use.

slips his credit card into your wallet before you go out.

keeps your fridge stocked with groceries and pantry full of your favorite snacks (either by doing the shopping himself or getting them delivered to your doorstep when he can’t be around)

lets you pet the dogs you encounter on your walks first. also alerts you when there’s a cute dog in sight.

owns a special phone with the best camera in the market, just for the sake of taking your selfies.

headpat machine 2.0 - you don't want headpats? too bad you’re getting one! you want headpats? beg for it first, darling <3

buys you matching accessories. wears them everywhere and every time he’s out.

always walks on the side closer to the road. also holds your hand when crossing the street (and pretends he 'forgot' to release it afterward)

always lingers around you in social settings. not just because of his social anxiety, but also just in case you need something, he wants to be there to help.

lets you pat his head (and enjoys it immensely), but will murder-glare any other person who tries to do so (read: venti, heizou).

is only able to fall asleep in either of these conditions: 1) he is completely alone, or 2) he’s not alone but you’re with him.

piles up pillows and blankets and plushies on your (or his) bed as a silent invitation to cuddle. you tease him by saying “are you inviting me to your nest, little bird?” and he blushes every single time. it’s very adorable. please give this boy his cuddles.

corrects the typos in your papers for you. crosschecks your citations and adds comments detailing how you should add or remove certain things. he accepts payments in kisses. or super spicy curry. he’s not picky, really.

will dust your bookshelves for you (is it because he loves you or because he loves books? ….. don’t ask).

will wordlessly lift you up to cross a big puddle on the road. you only get to be bridal-carried if you're lucky. otherwise, you're getting the sack of potatoes' treatment because he's a bastard.

tells you that you have x minutes left to do certain tasks. yes, he has your schedules memorized. yes, he will flick your forehead if you keep whining and procrastinating.

will gently pull your head to settle on his shoulder when you fall asleep on the bus.

“did you cut your hair? it’s five centimeters shorter.” “you trimmed your eyebrows?” “your lips look pale today. have you eaten lunch?”

cooks and cleans for you. his payment? your awed smile. if you tip him with kisses he’ll be over the moon.

sends you daily cute animal videos. mostly dogs. or cats. or him being silly with his adorable doggie taroumaru.

will mess up on purpose just to make you laugh on your bad days.

buys everything in twos because he always, always wants to share it with you.

squishes his cheek onto yours and nuzzles you to show affection. you think you see dog ears and dog tails whenever he does this, but it's just a trick of the light... right??

refrains from drinking at parties just so that when you do, he can take care of you properly and get you back home safely.

denies your kisses in public but pulls you for a kiss every five minutes behind closed doors.

links his pinky with you when walking together (but on his bad days, he would really appreciate it when you link your arms with him).

looks so scandalized when you flinch from his touch - because somehow he’s a superconductor and most of the time you feel zapped just from touching him. just tough it out and hug him if you don’t want to deal with sulky!mouchie.

will not hesitate to try and claw people’s eyes out when they made you upset.

fills up your water bottle for you.

uses the same laundry detergent / perfume as yours. claims that he does it so you “won’t complain about how your clothes smell weird” when you stay over. he just wants his clothes to smell more like you so he can pretend you’re hugging him when he misses you.

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thebearchives · 2 years

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yuki gasly | PG10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x wife!reader

platonic yuki tsunoda x gasly!reader + yuki tsunoda x pierre gasly

REQUESTED: [] yes [X] no

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SYNOPSIS: having recently gotten married to the love of your life, it wasn’t surprising that your parents were asking for grandchildren. and while pierre and yourself were open to the idea of having a baby, neither of you was expecting to have one so soon. much less in the form of a 5’2 japanese driver. OR the four times you and pierre baby the hell out of yuki and call him your son, and the one time yuki caves and calls you his parents.

WARNINGS: absolute fluff, soooo yuki centric and i am not sorry at all, yuki being the babiest baby that ever babied, pierre and reader being the best parents ever, i literally cried writing the end of this so uh be prepared for tears?

six months ago, if asked, you would have said that you and pierre were happy to roll with life’s punches and that if a baby was one of those punches, you would gladly accept it. now, you’d argue that you and pierre were already parents, and your baby was none other than pierre’s teammate, yuki tsunoda.

in the year working up to your wedding with the frenchman, you had heard pierre gush about his teammate and how cute he was every time they were in the same vicinity.

it was always, “mon amour, today, yuki was eating a fruit cup for a snack and he looked like a little baby. his cheeks were all puffed up with the fruits. it was adorable, i will send you the picture i took,” or, “y/n, you will not believe what yuki said today! we were filming for youtube, and one of the questions was how do dogs bark in both french and japanese, right? oh, it was so funny, you have to watch it when it comes out. you will see what i mean.”

and as much as your fiance had talked about the young japanese boy, it wasn’t until your wedding that you properly met him, having only said a quick hi, or waved, as you saw him around the paddock. you had been a busy woman, having been left to deal with most of the wedding preparations while pierre drove his little racecar around the track.

pierre had been absolutely ecstatic to properly acquaint the two of you together. just as yuki had been the subject of your conversations with pierre, you had been the subject of theirs. pierre would ramble for hours about some date night the two of you shared years ago, or how he knew he wanted to marry you when you wiped his face with your napkin after your second date.

yeah, you had always been a nurturing person. being the oldest in your family, you were used to looking after people. it was as if second nature to you. in friend groups, you were always the mom friend, and if anyone ever needed something, it was more than likely you were carrying it in your bag.

so when you finally got to properly meet yuki at your wedding and interact with him, it wasn’t a surprise that, much like your husband, you had immediately taken to the boy, finding his every action plain adorable.

the days of pierre calling you to talk about yuki were now replaced with you calling pierre to ask him to give the phone to yuki because he wasn’t replying to the texts you sent him. instead of cuddling up to pierre and refusing to let go on the mornings he would need to go to work, you were now asking to join pierre on his trips to alpha tauri’s headquarters, hoping to make a pitstop at yuki’s place to spend some time with the boy.

anyone and everyone on the grid could tell that the gasly couple had basically adopted yuki. your love for the boy had reached as far as yuki’s own family, who had reached out to the two of you, sending well wishes and gratitude for caring for their boy. to pierre, that meant that yuki’s parents had passed on the torch to himself and his wife, dubbing the two of you as yuki’s grid parents.

— one

the first time you joined pierre for a grand prix as his wife had been the first race of the season, your wedding having occurred during the off-season.

the moment you stepped foot onto the paddock, you tugged pierre towards the alpha tauri motorhome, on the hunt for a certain japanese boy. your husband had laughed at your excitement but didn’t say anything, happy to help you reunite with the younger driver.

“yuki!” the second you saw him, you were running as fast as you could. the driver’s eyes widened at the sight of your figure rushing at him at an alarming pace, pushing off from where he had been leaning against the motorhome.

you wrapped your arms around yuki’s neck, squeezing him as tight as you possibly could. you had not seen yuki since the pre-testing in spain, which hadn’t been too long ago, but you had missed the shy boy greatly.

from a few feet away, pierre couldn’t help but smile as he watched yuki’s expression of shock turn into one of embarrassment. their eyes met and pierre let out a loud laugh at the slight fear in yuki’s eyes. having just barely gotten used to pierre’s blatant and obvious affection towards himself, yuki had struggled to not shy away from the new addition of yours.

“touch is her main love language,” pierre had explained to him at his wedding, watching the dark-haired boy blush a bright red after you gave him a hug and a soft smile, “and hugs are her favourite way to express it.”

in a way, yuki was, of course, honoured to have been on the receiving end of your love. but with your love language being touch, and his being, well, he had no idea what his love language was, he couldn’t help but dread when your arms reached out for him.

or at least, that’s what he told himself when his heart fluttered, and warmth spread in his chest.

“my son, oh how i’ve missed you these past few weeks.” you pulled away from yuki with a small pout. your eyes wandered to his hair, your hand automatically moving to fix the hair that had moved during your one-sided hug.

yuki gave you a small smile, taking a step back when your hands dropped, “hello, y/n, it’s nice to see you again!”

pierre joined the two of you, hand slapping down lightly on his teammate’s shoulder before pulling him into a side hug, “salut, mon fils.” hello, my son.

a cheeky smile was plastered on your husband’s face when he noticed the cameras that were turned your way. he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to the other side of his body, “it’s a family reunion!” he yelled out to the photographers, waving with the hand resting on top of yuki’s shoulder.

the colour of yuki’s face could rival that of charles’ ferrari. in fact, you and pierre would argue that maybe yuki’s cheeks were even redder than the monégasque’s car.

he brought his hands up to cover his red face, “i am not your son.”

— two

yuki simultaneously loved and hated when you came to race weekends. he loved your presence, don’t get him wrong, and pierre always performed a little better with his wife watching him from the garage, which was great for the team, but, he hated–despised, even–when the two gaslys would pair up to shower him with both attention and affection.

if it wasn’t you nagging at him to eat before he began his media duties on thursday morning, then it was pierre, constantly ruffling his hair and squishing his face, wedding band always ice cold against his cheek.

if your love language was touch, then pierre’s was touch but in the most annoying way possible. the media always ate it up, though.

currently, yuki had been sitting at a table in the alpha tauri motorhome, one hand scrolling through his instagram’s explorer page, the other stabbing blindly at the salad he was having for lunch.

it all happened so fast. one second, he was holding his phone. the next, his phone had been replaced with a water bottle. and there you are, making yourself comfy in the seat across from him, his phone sat snug in your hand.

“you need to stay hydrated, kiki,” you frowned at the boy across from you, “especially in this weather, i don’t want you dehydrated while you’re driving.”

kiki. you had started calling him that not long after the first grand prix of the season. you’d been testing out nicknames for him, and for some reason, of all the nicknames possible, kiki had been the one to stick.

“i won’t be dehydrated, y/n,” yuki put the bottle onto the table, only for it to be placed in his hand again, this time by pierre.

“i’ve already had this argument with her,” pierre sat down next to yuki, “and lost.”

in his own hands were two bottles of water, one of which he slid towards you across the table. you smiled, “you can’t win against me, mon coeur.”

yuki sighed, ultimately deciding not to argue on this. he twisted the bottle cap, faltering slightly when it wouldn’t open. his eyes flitted up to you, looking to see if you noticed. you hadn’t.

when he confirmed that your eyes were focused on pierre, his returning the favour, he turned back to the bottle in his hand. he gripped it a bit harder this time, twisting a bit more aggressively this time. still, the cap did not budge.

before he could try again, a hand reached out–pierre’s–and grabbed the bottle out of his hands. in one swift motion, the bottle was uncapped. yuki stared at the bottle for a second, then pierre, who looked like he hadn’t even batted an eye, still looking at you and listening to whatever you had been talking about.

realizing the bottle hadn’t been taken back, pierre looked at yuki, who was now staring back at the bottle in disbelief. pierre gestured the bottle forward, breaking yuki’s glare.

the younger boy reached for the bottle, “i loosened it for you.”

“sure, you did.” pierre patted yuki on the back, the smile wide on his face.

“i swear i did!” yuki straightened up in his seat.

“i don’t see a lot of drinking, kiki.” your eyes narrowed at yuki who instantly slouched in his seat, finally taking a sip of his water.

later, yuki found himself standing next to pierre at the back of the garage, balaclava in his hand, “...thanks,” he looked at pierre, “...for the water bottle earlier.”

pierre placed his helmet on his head, sliding the visor up. with a slap on the back, pierre was off, “anything for my son.”

— three

okay, so maybe pierre wasn’t the only one who drove better whenever you visited the paddock. so far, every race you had been to had lead to both alpha tauri drivers finishing in the points.

this weekend felt different, though. better than all of the other race weekends. you had been extra excited for this race, and extremely confident that both drivers would get good results, maybe even a win.

“you’ve got quite the pep in your step, mon coeur,” pierre wrapped his arm around your waist, lips pressing against your temple in a quick kiss, “what did our lovely yuki do now?”

yuki, who had been standing not too far from the two of you, looked up at the sound of his name, “did you call for me?”

you gave him a smile, “no, you’re good, ki.”

he nodded, going back to scrolling his phone.

pierre looked down at you, squeezing your waist lightly, “well, if it’s not yuki, what is it?”

you smiled at him, hands overlapping his, “call it a mother’s intuition.”

pierre felt like he was back in his ice bath. he turned to face you, “you’re serious?”

your eyes watered slightly, and you nodded, “i went to the doctor’s office before i flew out and they confirmed it there.”

pierre’s eyes shined with unshed tears, the expression on his face so vulnerable and sweet, “we’re going to have a baby?”

a tear slipped down your face, “yes, mon amour,” you moved his hand from your waist and to your belly, “they’re right here.”

pierre rested his forehead against yours, tears slipping from behind his closed eyes. when he opened them again, he smiled widely, “thank you, ange. i’ll win this race for you. both of you.”

after a sweet kiss, pierre was whisked away, helmet over his head, as he settled into his car. he was going to be a father.

the lights went out in paul richard, and the checkered flag was pulled out in what felt like a blink of an eye. the alpha tauri garage was cheering the loudest they had in the entire season.

he had done it. they had both done it.

pierre had won the france grand prix, just like he said he would. and yuki came in third, first podium of his formula one career.

you watched your two boys from the crowd below, throwing a small nod to pierre when he looked down at you with a questioning look.

and there, on that podium that the two shared, pierre looked at yuki and smiled, “you’re gonna be a big brother, yuki.”

— four

it’s safe to say that after pierre’s reveal, yuki was much more lenient and willing to take part in your little family act. although he would never reveal it to either of you. he didn’t need to, anyway. the two of you had noticed the second yuki smiled instead of refusing that he was their child.

it was now summer vacation, and your bump had only just started showing. something that pierre could not stop gushing about to both yuki and charles, who had joined the two of you on your trip to greece.

both men had shrugged it off, alas, no one knew your body as well as pierre, and if he said you were showing, then good for you. but yuki was a lot more attentive to you, like you had been to him ever since your wedding with his teammate.

thirsty? yuki was there with a water bottle, reminiscent of all those months ago when you had gotten one for him.

hungry? yuki was more than happy to go get you something from that french bakery across the street, knowing full well that he could not pronounce a single word on their menu.

you’d been eternally grateful for yuki, constantly telling him such when he would help you out. his cheeks would redden but the smile on his face would never slip. he was more than happy to return the kindness you had shown him.

currently, the five of you–charles, his girlfriend, yuki, pierre and yourself–were sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, waiting for your food to arrive.

you sat in between the two alpha tauri drivers, smiling and laughing at the banter between your husband and yuki.

when the whole grid parents situation had started, charles had found it absolutely hilarious that pierre was treating a man younger than him by only four years like his adopted son. but as the months went by, and as charles watched the three of you interact from across the table, he couldn’t help but notice the way yuki’s eyes shined with awe and admiration, and most of all, respect, as he stared at the two of you.

“they look like a real family, don’t they?” charles’ attention was drawn by his girlfriend.

he hummed, “yuki might not admit it, but i can see how much he looks up to pierre. to y/n, too.”

and it was true. over the last few years, yuki had seen pierre go from just another driver, to a man in love, to one who was married, and now, a man who was ready to be a father.

although not much younger than you or pierre, yuki had a lot to learn, and he couldn’t have been more grateful to have both pierre gasly and y/n gasly as his role models and safety net.

that night, as he watched pierre fuss over whether or not you were eating enough red meat for the baby, yuki was sure that you and pierre would be the best parents in the world.

— + one

the atmosphere was tense, the garage silent as they watched the alpha tauri car lead the race.

“he’s gonna do it,” your fingers messed with the pendant around your neck, “he’s really gonna do it.”

two arms found their way around you, hands flat against your visible bump, “he is.”

you dropped your necklace, opting to grip your husband’s hands as you listened to the radio.

“okay, yuki. this pace is really, really good. you’ve got three more laps. push, push.”

“okay.” his response was short. understandable, he couldn’t afford to lose focus. not now.

“two laps left.”

the pit board lit up in response, indicating that he heard them.

another lap. this was it, the final lap. you squeezed pierre’s hands tightly. all of this stress couldn’t be good for the baby but in this moment, you couldn’t keep yourself from watching.

it felt like hours, watching his car turn the final corner. the team running to congratulate yuki’s position. the cheers filled the garage once more, just as loud as the ones in france.

“that is p1, yuki. p1. congratulations, kid, you won the race.”

you didn’t realize you were crying until pierre wiped the tears streaming down your face. you looked at your husband with blurry eyes, “he did it, pierre.”

“we always knew he could.”

as you listened to yuki’s excited cheers, you couldn’t help but cry some more.

he had done it.

his first win in formula one.

after what had felt like the longest race of his life, the celebrations couldn’t have come faster. as he stood on the top step, japanese anthem playing in the background, his eyes found you and pierre standing a bit away from the crowd, staring up at him proudly.

he had done it.

he had made them proud.

the reporter moved on to the next question, “and do you think your relationship with your team and teammate has played a role in where you are today?”

“yeah, of course.” yuki smiled, “the alpha tauri has been supporting me for such a long time and it feels really good to win today. kind of like a sign to show that their effort has paid off. i only wish that i could have had pierre finish the race with me.”

“and how is your relationship with pierre?”

yuki chuckled, lightly shaking his head, “pierre has been the best teammate a driver could ask for. he and his wife call themselves my grid parents, and you know what? they really are. they’ve been supporting me the most this year, right up there with my actual parents.”

“i couldn’t have done this without them. my grid family.”

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mggsv · 11 months

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The Window Seat

dancer!gn reader x mgg (18+)

summary: reader has an 7 hour flight next to a familiar face they just can’t stop eyeing every minute or so..

Warnings : smut, somnophilia, reader is afab

It was 6:45 am, your flight was an early one- you’d be asleep right now, but it was time to go. New York had been fun, you’d been there on a dancer exchange with your dance company. You surely left an impact on them as well, dancing for Julliard was a task off your bucket list. It was amazing, but London was your home. However, being able to go see Harry Styles live in concert the very next day made your week even better. You got to your room very late that night and barely had time for a shower the very morning- this morning. Not only that, your shirt got caught up in your labret piercing which cause a slight set back into your morning. You were upset, and refused to eat something until you made it to the airport.

As your stomach growled slightly, you loaded the flight with your one suit case, still suited in your pajama shorts and Def Leopard tshirt. Your curly fiery red colored hair was tucked into a ponytail with the acception of a few strands fanning along your face like bangs. You grabbed a cozy blanket you brought along , as well as your headphones (with your offline music ready to play) and your laptop. You had the window seat, your favorite. Being by the window was comforting since you hated being close to the isle, people touching you every so often was not something you liked. As more people boarded the flight you eyed the group ever so often, you were a very cautious person, your anxiety spiked at random times.

Convincing yourself it’ll be alright, you settled in comfortably. It was now 6:55, the flight was leaving in a bit. The seat next to you dipped in slightly, letting you know that your buddy for the next 7 hours had arrived. You glanced over slightly, pausing from searching your netflix downloads for Supernatural. You were positive it was a guy- judging by the veiny hands. You took your headphones off as the door to the plane finally shut, and with a sighing breath you listened to the captain speak.

“Nervous?” A voice spoke lowly. You glance over to the man- very gorgeous man- who stared at you with a slight look of concern all the while sporting a smile.

“ mm..no not really. I’d just like to get this over with so i can get back to my bed.” your honey colored eyes stared at the man intently. he looked vaguely familiar- too familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on the matter at all. What you said had made him chuckle out a laugh. His disheveled hair shook just slightly, perfectly, your brain screamed. “I’m guessing you’re from London? I noticed your accent- it’s quite thick.”

“Yes.” you hummed, reaching down in between your lap to pull out the vending machine pack of fruit snacks you’d brought. Your stomach growled hungrily at the bag as it opened. You popped one into your mouth before turning back to the man- who was watching you with amusement. You could see the way his eyes moved around your face, possibly on your septum and labest piercings. They fit your face almost perfectly.

“I was on a dancer exchange trip for Julliard. I do ballet and other forms of dance in london”

“Ahh..” he nodded.

“I’m sorry- have we met somewhere perhaps? You look extremely familiar and it’s bothering me.” You grown up at him, and that only made him laugh.

“Possibly.”

“I’m quite serious, we’ve met haven’t we? Are you an investor by chance?”

“No- this is my first time seeing you-

“but it’s not my first time seeing you. I’m sorry I cut you off that was very rude of me.” you were stuffing your mouth with the strawberry flavored gummies by now. You had a knack for doing so when you were nervous.

“It’s okay! Don’t worry. I’m an actor, Matthew Gray Gubler? Does that ring a bell?”

“Not at all.”

“Really? You’ve never seen Criminal Minds?”

that made you smile a bit. You’ve heard of the show but you never got around for it.

“I’m more of an SVU kind of person.” Matthew nodded as he popped out another smile. The plane began taking off, and the book- which you’ve just realized he held- opened to a page he supposedly stopped on. You guessed it was the end of your conversation.

Turning away from him you glanced at the city on water getting smaller and smaller. You put your headphones back on and began scrolling back on your laptop for the unwatched episodes of Supernatural.

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an hour and a half into your flight had been comfortable. with your snacks and your headphones you were able to have an easy going ride so far. not knowing where you’d seen matthew still bothered you however. You snuck a glance ever so often.

He read, he listened to music, and he slept. right now he was in a somewhat deep sleep from your view. He had a neck pillow and headphones in his ears. You snorted softly, admiring how cute he looked when he slept. How his hands relaxed yet the veins were still noticeable. You but your lips slightly..he was attractive, and on top of that- apparently famous. You’d have to look him up when you land.

You couldn’t stop staring. He looked so perfect. and he was quiet and still, you could get a perfect look at him. And his hair..you swallowed a moan. pausing the episode on your laptop, you take off your headphones and stand up, suddenly you had to use the bathroom. As you scooted pass Matthew, it didn’t help that your mind was screaming at you to ride him. Your bodies were close, he was warm..sleeping softly. Your shorts felt warm against your sex.

The trip to the bathroom helped however. It made you come to reality: you didn’t know this guy, you think, and the trip wasn’t some wattpad story plot. When you were done, the curtain that covered your seats were down. You move it to the side cautiously to see Matthew wide awake and reading. He looks up and you and smiles,

“Hi there.”

“Hello..” you blink, turning your body at an angle so you could walk back through. “excuse me..” you had muttered, but you were so nervous your legs got a weak feeling in them. You tripped just a bit onto him, your ass landing right in his lap. Gasping you quickly try to move, and also be quiet considering the people on the plane.

“I’m so sorry Matthew- I’m sorry” you whisper out harshly as you scoot over to the window seat. your hands were shaking as you stared down at them nervously. “I’m sorry-

“It’s okay- really. I do have fairly long legs” he patted your shoulder. You felt hot in the face. His hand didn’t move. It rubbed circles and onward to your back in an attempt to soothe you. You breathed shakily. “Is..this okay? Is this working for you?” his hand stopped and you wish it hadn’t. You liked the feeling of his hands on you.

“It’s..alright.” you look over at him only to be met with a slightly red face. He cleared his throat and turned away to go back to his book, his hand still on your back. You couldn’t look away. You’ve seen him somewhere…and now you’ve feel into his lap. His legs..he was so pretty.

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4 hours in drove you mad. You decided to nap, your head lying on the window. You weren’t asleep entirely, just dozing. You and Matthew had a few word exchanges here and there- his hand moving to new spots ever so often. “That feels good.” you had told him when it moved from your back to your thigh. Your position shifted, it made you sleepy, yet the thick pool of arousal never left from between your legs.

As you drifted off into sleep, you felt his hand stop abruptly. “It was 5 years ago..you were just starting out at the dance academy. Fresh out of college.” he spoke, lowly. What..you had thought. His hand trailed higher and your breath quickened. He played with the hem of your shorts. “We were shooting an episode, it never made the cut- scrapped. And you..well, you were just perfect. You moved so beautifully i knew that the next time I’d see you, you’d be a star. I was right.” his hand slipped underneath. You reacted with movement, adjusting your position..spreading your leg just a little.

“I remember saying to myself, “Man, they’re so gorgeous.” and these legs..” He breathed slowly, fingers treading up the side of your underwear, teasing at the hem. “I wanted you- badly. But you were already fucking the director for that solo.” You gasped loudly, feeling his fingers dip into your sex.

“M..Matthew-

his hand came up to cover your mouth.

“Shh..sleep darling.” he whispered, his index finger rubbing your sensitive bud. You wanted to moan, you throbbed for him, and yet you still couldn’t place him there that day- 5 years ago. “It was truly an amazing dance, i know you practiced hard on it. You’d just had surgery too..i know you were in pain, and yet you still pushed.” He spoke in a whisper, his fingers sinking deeper into your heat, your slick pooling around his long fingers. You moaned softly into your blanket, hips beginning to rock slowly with the rhythm he produced. “F..Fuck..Oh-God” you babbled quietly behind his hand, whimpering softly when the fingers sunk deeper into you. You felt him press and prod at places you’ve never reached before. “I wonder if the director felt that way about you? Did he really want you as badly as I?” he huffed. “Truly, everyone there was red to fuck the next best thing walking through the door- but who was I? Just an actor there on business.” He scoffed.

he worked slow. fingers toying with you, you were panting heavily. You could feel that oh so familiar pool warming in your stomach, and with an aching moan your hips twitched. So close…“please-

your voice called out to him, draped in sleep.

“Please what?” you could hear the smirk on his face. “You still don’t remember..” he mutters. the heat between your legs suddenly cooled, Matthew withdrew his fingers. You could hear a slight sucking noise as he leaned in closer to your neck. his breath fanned over your ear as he bit down gently. “My little ballerina.”

#spencer reid x reader smut #matthew grey gubler imagine #matthew gray gubler x reader #gn reader #mgg x you #mgg x reader #mgg smut #mile high club #gender neutral reader #mgg

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zhounauts · 5 months

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the countess doesn't give a shit ; l.heeseung x f!reader // y.jungwon x f!reader

a/n the long awaited part two that i promised like months ago…it’s finally here !! going to disappear again after this , but i gotta work on my other stories. ..

warnings: cursing, not proof read

part one

HEESEUNG SCOFFS, AND THEN HE BURSTS OUT LAUGHING “you don’t care? i find that out to believe y/n. were you not the one who was most openly and actively against sora? were you not the one constantly refusing all her invitations before? why the change of heart now?” unfortunately for heeseung you had stopped listening ten words ago, and you were now snacking on fruit gummies your overworked chef had made you.

“pardon me, your highness could you repeat that?” you ask, the gummy dissolving in your mouth. you hear rina stumble into faye in the background. heeseung narrows his eyes as you chew on another gummy.

“what exactly are you plotting now, y/n?” he seethes.

“what i’m going to eat for dinner?” you respond with full seriousness. heeseung gives you an incredulous look.

“MY LADY!”

“i know you’re plotting something. you’re going to this party to humiliate sora am i right? and right now you’re going to act all innocent and uninterested so i will start to—”

“wow you’re a really big overthinker, anyone ever told you that?” you ask, “you’re really mistake your highness. i’m not plotting anything and don’t care about you and sora. you guys can go make out and get married for all i care,”

“i can’t deal with you any longer,” heeseung mutters, “if i hear one word about you acting up at the tea party i will not be afraid to punish you,”

“m’kay,” you answer, turning around, “rina, faye lets finished getting ready,”

“right away m’lady!” faye exclaims, as heeseung makes his way out of your room. you can’t help the anger that boils through you before you take one last glance.

“countess! i’m so glad that you are here,” sora says, bowing. you give her a polite smile and nod.

“thank you for your invite saintess,”

“of course!” she exclaims happily, ��i hope the tea and snacks are all to your liking, i planned everything carefully when i caught notice your attendance. i was scared what i originally planned would not be to your delicate taste. please enjoy the party,”

“yes of course,” you answer, smiling and eye twitching. you didn’t have any energy to deal with her passive, fake niceness.

as soon as she turns around your face goes blank with boredom. you quite literally STILL did not know all the nefarious, devious acts the original countess had committed, but by the way everyone avoided you it was pretty obvious that what you did was. . .well nefarious and devious?

“god, i wish i could just impale myself and go back home already. . .” you mutter underneath your breath.

“i’ll impale you right now then, don’t worry,” an ominous voice hisses.

“what the f-”

“you thought you got rid of me?!”

“who are you?,” you ask, before you pause and sigh, “oh, crazy writer bitch,”

“what did you just call me!? i’ll eliminate you! eliminate!” she screeches.

“yeah okay do that,” you answer, rolling your eyes.

“while you had fun dilly dallying around ruining MY story” she starts, “hey where the fuck are you going?!”

“to get food,” you answer, walking away from the author and towards the table of pastries.

“get back here!” the author huffs angrily, hurriedly following after you.

“will you leave already? i’ll call the guards,”

“you think you can boss me around!? this is my story”

“GUARDS!” you scream, “oh no! i’m uhm. . .being harassed! nooooooooo boohoo,” you watch as the knights from the door run towards you, quickly grabbing the author.

“YOU BITCH! YOU CAN’T TAKE ME AWAY AGAIN! UNHAND ME YOU UNIMPORTANT SIDE NPC CHARACTERS!” you can only watch in amusement as the author screams. your amusement is VERY much cut short however when she for some reason has a burst of ungodly strength and tackles you.

“HOLY—”

“ruin the story i dare you! just you wait, there will be consequences!” she hisses, a flash of craziness in her eyes “the story has to be completed or else—”

“get her off the countess!” a guard calls, and with that the author’s easily hauled off you, as you stare at her in confusion.

“wait! wait! finish your—” but it’s too late, as the guards drag her away from the party and guards surround you, asking you questions. you don’t listen to anything they say, as you furrow your brows, trying to decipher the author’s message.

after the rabid authors attack, you had excused yourself from the party and headed to the courtyard to collect your thoughts. you thought the author was just crazy and obsessive about the story being completed the way she wrote it, but with her outburst you could tell there was something deeper.

“but what. . .?” you mutter. you sigh, burying your face into your arms. even though in this life you were rich and had privileges you used to wish for, it didn’t take away from the fact that you missed your family, your friends, and heck even your math teacher. it was lonely in this world, especially with the vendetta everyone had against you because of sora and heeseung. heeseung. the name ignites a rage that you had been supressing and you can’t help but rip up a patch of grass and yeet it.

“that stupid prince! who the hell does he think he is? bursting into my room accusing me of so much shit even though its been months since i’ve done anything! i hope he falls off his fucking stupid ass horse and onto his—” your tirade’s cut off by a laugh and you whip your head around at an ungodly speed. “who’s there?”

“no, no, keep going! this is really funny to listen to,” the voice answers, “I don’t think i’ve ever heard anyone who hated his royal highness, handsome and kind prince heeseung,”

“kind?” you scoff, “he can’t seem to leave me alone,”

“you are countess y/n, no?”

“that’s me, who are you?”

“let’s not worry about that,” the person answers.

“what are you, a wanted criminal?”

“. . .”

“you are!?” you ask excited.

“what??? no! of course not i was just joking!” the voice hastily answers before muttering, “why would you even be excited about that. . .” theres comfortable silence between the two of you as you rebury yourself in your arms. “the prince treats you badly?”

“yes!” you start, “no, well i don’t— yeah. i guess so. i get it, i did stuff back then to sora his little babe or whatever but the past five months, i’ve been leaving him alone! i know that still won’t make up for everything, but he can’t even just. . .treat me atleast slightly politely? it’s frustrating, i have no one to talk to except for my maids and chef mingyu, and i just want to go home,”

“where is home?” the voice asks.

“. . .i don’t know,” you answer truthfully. home was your room back in your own house, with your dad bothering you to practice piano, your mom hovering around your room while you study, and your brother randomly appearing every two hours to remind you of his existence. home was with your friends in school, giggling obnoxiously, changing routes to chase guys, and meeting up at set times in the bathrooms. home certainly wasn’t countess yue’s parents, and it definitely was not this castle.

“well people build their own homes all the time,” the voice says, “if they can you can to,”. you laugh.

“are you some wise old man?”

“uh- excuse me!? i’m 19!” you laugh again.

“no, really, who are you?” the voice hesitates.

“. . . yang jungwon,”

“thanks jungwon,” you hum, “when can i see you again?”

“i’d get my ass beat, i’m not supposed to be here” he answers, “i’m a mage at the research tower,”

“i didn’t ask that,” you reply teasingly.

“well. . .i guess i could shoot you a message orb. . .” he grumbles. you giggle, truly happy for the first time in awhile.

“i’ll be waiting,"

taglist: @k-films , @soobincantswim

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stellamancer · 11 months

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cher(ease) (satoru gojo x reader)

notes: i want to preface this by saying: yes, i know i posted a fic yesterday too. no, i am not actually that prolific. this was written for the willow house Meet Fruit collab. actually, i wrote it right after @willowser suggested it, but i waited to post it because I was actually a little unhappy with it when I was done writing it initially and i figured some time away from it might help. it did. a little. i think. now i’m not sure any more..

contains: gender neutral reader, typical satoru gojo antics, some small manner of sexual tension

wc: 1.4k

You love cherries.

They are, without a doubt, your favorite fruit; tart, sweet and easy to eat with their stems serving as a cute little handle. It does suck having to deal with eating around the pits, but your beloved cherries are worth the inconvenience. It’s truly, truly a shame that they’re only really available in the summer, but that just means you need to eat your fill when they’re in season.

Which is why, when you stumble across a display of them at the market, rows of cartons filled to the brim with bright, plump, juicy red cherries, you end up buying a carton or three without a second thought.

In retrospect, it might have been better to show some restraint. Maybe you had hungry eyes, or were just a touch too excited, or maybe it was even the fact that you’d spent an unspeakable amount of money on just cherries. Regardless, in order to attempt to absolve yourself of some of the buyer’s regret that’s clearly haunting you after splurging on fruit you benevolently decide to share them with the students and your fellow staff members at Jujutsu High.

Or at least, that had been your intent.

“Oh hey,” Satoru Gojo greets you casually as you walk into the staff room, his feet propped up on the table so he can lean his chair back as far as possible. In one of his hands is a cherry, one of your cherries, hanging delicately from its stem. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing?” you ask him reflexively, ignoring his question outright as a surge of annoyance courses through your veins. There’s a part of you that feels weird about suddenly feeling possessive over the cherries. You brought them to share with everyone and everyone includes Gojo. It shouldn’t be a big deal that he's gone ahead and helped himself to some without asking, and yet you still find yourself feeling agitated.

"I was hungry," he replies nonchalantly, popping the cherry in his mouth.

"And you thought it would be okay to snack on my cherries?"

Gojo shifts forward in his chair and offers you an easy-going smile that only makes you scowl more. “There were so many in the fridge I’d thought you’d brought them to share.”

Your instinct is to argue, to be obtusely contrarian with him, but the fact of the matter is that he’s right, so you keep your mouth shut. Instead, you sit yourself down and stare at the half full carton of cherries on the table.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Gojo wiggling around, not-so-subtly vying for your attention like an overly excitable child. You ignore him and instead choose to think of the rising cost of produce. It was truly an ungodly amount you spent on those cherries and you know for sure that a year ago the same amount of them would have cost marginally less. When you thought about sharing them with the students, the blow to your wallet seemed bearable, their smiles worth the cost and more. But rather than your students' darling faces all you can see is the image of Gojo’s face, his cheeks stuffed with cherries like he’s a squirrel feasting on nuts. It’s annoying. Maybe you can get him to pony up and pay you back for a portion of what he’s eaten. Surely the heir to the Gojo clan can pay for some of the cherries he’s gobbled up.

“Hey…” He’s whining loudly now, any attempts at being subtle abandoned. You consider ignoring him more, but think better of it and look in his direction. Unsurprisingly, he’s pouting, his perfectly moisturized lips puckering out, and you’re glad that his blindfold detracts from what is otherwise a disgustingly handsome face. “Why the long face?”

He’s mocking you. He’s totally mocking you. Not that you’d expect anything different from him. Rather than grace him with an actual answer, you shoot him a pointed look. There’s no goddamn way that he doesn’t know. But still, Gojo plays his favorite role and tilts his head innocently. When you don’t say anything more he exclaims, “Oh! I know! You must be hungry.”

Again, he’s not wrong, but this time he’s not exactly right either.

He grabs another cherry, this time holding it up in your direction. He grins as he propels it toward your mouth. “Here. Say ‘ah~’”

“Gojo, you are not feeding me.”

He ignores you, insistently pressing the cherry to your lips as he speaks, his voice an octave lower, "They taste really good, you know."

The sexy drop of his voice is nothing short of deliberate— a tried and true tactic of his meant to get under your skin. You glare at him, your agitation clear as day. He is, as expected, completely unfettered, the cherry still flush against your lips.

Your options at this point are to: wait until he gets bored and drops the cherry, possibly onto the floor— wasting it or shamefully accept it and endure him gloating about it for the rest of the day. As much as you’d love to waste Gojo’s time and sit at the table in a silent stalemate, you have other things to do. Important things.

So you open your mouth wide, wider than necessary, and use your teeth to rip the cherry from Gojo’s grasp in the most unattractive way possible.

“Yay!” he cheers, choosing to focus on seeing just what he wants to see instead acknowledging that you obviously don’t want his offering. You consider, for one wild second, spitting it back in his face. However, you don’t and just drop the cherry into your open palm. Now what? Do you eat the cherry or just toss it? Frankly, it feels like a lose-lose situation either way, so you might as well go with the option that gives Gojo less satisfaction: you toss it into the trash can.

“Aw…” His lips jut out to form an excessive pout.

“I already told you: you are not feeding me.”

“You’re no fun."

“I’m plenty of fun,” you dead pan at him, scowling. “I’m just not your plaything.”

“Meaning you won’t feed me either?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not even if I say please?”

“Nope.”

“Hmph.” He’s being overly dramatic and you both know it. “Guess I will enjoy the cherries all on my own, then.”

His voice drops again. The second time makes your body feel a little bit weird, but you remain largely immune to his antics, electing to grab another cherry to eat over paying him any mind.

But Gojo reaches for the cherries right when you do, obviously and intentionally going for the same one you are, and your fingers brush against one another. You scowl and rather than play some weird version of finger footsie, you go for a different cherry.

Annoyed, you shoot him another glare, or at least, you intend to, but he’s pulled his dumb blindfold down and that’s a tell-tale sign that he’s up to no good. You can already feel your blood pressure rising. Dealing with him like this is even more of a pain than usual.

He holds your gaze, his eyes clear as the summer sky, glimmering, as he presses the cherry to his mouth every so gently, as if he’s kissing it. You watch, almost entranced, your mouth suddenly dry. Gojo rolls it over his lips, parting them ever so slightly to press the damn fruit further in, his tongue darting out and—

You force yourself to look away, rolling your eyes as you do. “What the hell are you doing? You look stupid.”

Gojo merely hums, chewing on the cherry. You hope he bites into the pit and dies of cyanide poisoning.

He tosses a few more cherries into his mouth before he speaks, another seductive drawl, and though you would never admit it, you think your immunity grows weaker every time he uses that damn tone of voice. “Hey.”

“What,” you deadpan, glancing at him.

Gojo grins at you and his lips part just slightly, calling your attention to them again. He reaches up and slowly pulls a cherry stem from his mouth. It’s looped into a little knot and the sight of it throws you back to your middle school days— your classmates giggling quietly to themselves over the implications of things like tongue tied cherry stems and candies unwrapped using one’s tongue alone.

“So,” he starts, his stupid blue eyes shining with shameless amusement, “have you heard what they say about people who can do this?”

He grins at you, far too pleased with himself for his own damn good. You know the answer he’s looking for. And he should know that hell will freeze over before you give it to him.

“Yeah. They call them idiots for putting the damn cherry stem in their mouths.”

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #i actually do not eat a lot of cherries #i thought i was allergic for the longest time #actually yellow nectarines are my summer fruit of choice #i had one the other day and it was just so juicy and sweet #oh the title #it's obviously a pun but i don't know if the fic really implies enough that the 'ease' part refers to how 'easily' gojo did the thing #but someone like him could easily tie a knot from a cherry stem or unwrap a starburst #he's a freak #i hate him go to hell gojo #infinite loop!verse

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deedala · 2 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday - The Self Care Edition 🌞

hello!! happy wednesday my beans. thanks for the game today @mybrainismelted and thanks for tagging me + @suzy-queued @energievie @jrooc @lingy910y 💖 Name: deanna🌱

Age: noel-aged

What kind of day is it? spring warm and im not ready for that i want my chilly weather back

When was the last time you ate? like an hour and half ago when i woke up from my cold medicine-induced afternoon nap

About how many hours of sleep did you get? well i usually get around 6 hours but lately its been closer to 8

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: drink more water probably

Why are you not doing that thing? i am actually, i did it! just now! yum!

What are you going to do tonight to relax? read some fic hopefully

What comfort food do you not eat often enough? hmm chocolate chip cookies i think

What's stopping you? if i buy them at the grocery store i have to buy too many at once and i get stressed out over it lmao

Have you ever had a professional massage? yes

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today? yes

How much water have you had today? at least 60 oz based off of how many times i've filled my water cup

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy? i dont think so?

What is your favourite healthy snack? whats a healthy snack? uuhhh i like rice cakes?

What is your favourite unhealthy snack? hrm...i have a very neutral view on the healthiness of foods but i guess a thing with the least nutritional value would be candy

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself? i dunno man im already doing my best lmao

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: its okay to take lots of naps right now, you dont have to power through all the time

and now i shall tag some more nuggets to play if you want otherwise just consider this some awkward finger guns from across the room @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @mmmichyyy @juliakayyy @heymacy @heymrspatel @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @gallawitchxx @crossmydna @iansw0rld @creepkinginc @squirrel-fund @vintagelacerosette @rereadanon @themarchg1rl @sickness-health-all-that-shit @callivich @the-rat-wins @softmick @palepinkgoat @sleepyfacetoughguy @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @thisdivorce @sam-loves-seb @ardent-fox @transmickey @lee-ow @tanktopgallavich ✨✨✨

#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

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strawb3rry-cloudz · 5 months

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Hihi!

My name is Crayon (or Charlie), and this is my agere/petre sideblog! my main is @i-eat-lip-gloss

❗️ Am I Regressed Right Now?: No

❗️ Note: when i regress, i'm not online much (if at all) on my main because i like to stay off mature things when i'm little, however i will be active on here!

⭐️anyways here’s info about me!🌙

(banner made by @heavenspuppy !)

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, gummy/gummys, star/stars, honk/honks, circus/circus’, yellow/yellows, color/colors

Gender and sexuality: trans, transmasc, librafluid, and omnisexual

little age: 0-4, sometimes 5-6

labels: agere flip, baby regressor, toddler regressor, cg, lamb regressor, pet regressor, bunny regressor, agere babysitter

cg: @todays-a-good-day-to-be-tired

do i have a little?: yes! also @todays-a-good-day-to-be-tired (it's also a flip)

🧸i’m also a babysitter! just shoot me a message if you want/need someone to take care of you! (check under cut for more info)

fav little color: pastel purple and blue!!

animals i (sometimes) regress to: lamb, bunny

what helps me regress: stuffies, coloring, my little cartoons, cozy things, pastels, pacis, sippy cups, games by Budge Studios, my Dust plushie (they’re a bunny), music boxes

my little cartoons: My Little Pony, Bubble Guppies, Care Bears, Doc McStuffins, Strawberry Shortcake, Bo on the Go, Yo Gabba Gabba, Bluey

how many stuffies do i have?: too many to count! although i'll prob count later when i have the chance. i also have a blankie!!

fav stuffie: Dust (a gray bunny), Kuromi (Build-a-Bear), Milk (a white bear), Chamomile (a squishmellow-like bear), Hoo-Hoo (an owl), and Jellybean (a frog)

fav little foods: dino nuggies, fruit snacks, apple juice, cheese, crackers, chocolate milk, mac n cheese, bunny milk (a spin on angel milk)

this is what my text is like when in babyspace:

[translation: “i has Velveeta for dinner!” [i have Velveeta for dinner]

[translation: “i don’t have it yet but it almost ready” (i don’t have it yet but it’s almost ready) “oh it ready now!” [oh, it’s ready now!]

Babysitter info:

i am now open to be a babysitter! i am also a cg however, and that's a close personal bond with my little. but, i will care for any little of any regressed age! (SFW ONLY)

i can take care of many at once, any age, littles who don't have a cg, littles when their cg is not around/busy, etc!

names you can call me as a babysitter (some names are restricted/not listed because they are only for my little): Bubba, Dada, Daddy (sfw!!), Dee-Dee, Crayon, other variations my name "Crayon", Papa Fox, Dada Crayon, King, Char, Char-Char, etc! you can call me pretty much anything you like, but if i am not comfy with it i will letcha know!

(NONE, ZERO, feminine nicknames!!)

just dm me or shoot me a message if you want a babysitter! (also, if you wanna be an anon, that's completely fine but please use an emoji or nickname so i can identify you easy!)

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thescienceofdeductionn · 14 days

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Staying Awake!

The name can be misleading. It sounds like being aware of your environment but no. This post is literally about staying awake. Obviously not during the day but at night.

Let's say you have a lot of work to do and you want to stay awake all night but it is really hard for you even with coffee.(You will be very happy to know that there are ways to stay awake without coffee and even better ways.) You might deduce that I am writing this post while trying to stay awake all night and yes, you are right. Let's see what we can do for long night study sessions.

Coffee is one of the best drinks for a lot of people. It can help you stay awake and be more focused. But if you use it wrong, it can cause even more sleep and you would just consume coffee for the sake of consuming. Let's see some ways to use coffee.(Or any drink that has caffeine.)

1-How to Use Caffeine

First, we have to understand how it works. Normally, when you don't ingest caffeine and stay awake for long hours, adenosine will interact with receptors in your brain and make you sleepy. So, if you want to block adenosine and stay awake for long hours, you would ingest caffeine and that way adenosine won't interact with receptors. But after caffeine starts to decrease, adenosine will come at once and it will make you sleepy very fast. Especially if you ingest caffeine after you wake up. So, what can we do about that?

Don't ingest caffeine in the first 90-120 minutes after waking up. This will help you to avoid afternoon crashes and you will get more benefits from caffeine. Also, if you use it frequently caffeine won't be able to block adenosine so, you would just ingest caffeine and wouldn't get any benefits. For that, you can take a nap in the afternoon and then ingest caffeine.

2-Movement

If you just sit all night and try to stay awake, that would be very hard because your body wouldn't get any signal to stay awake. You have to move regularly, even if it just means you take a 5-minute walk. Walk, run, do some push-ups, boxing etc. Just move. You will be more energetic and focused.

3-Handstand

I would like to write it separately because it is an amazing tool. You can do it on the wall or free. It increases the blood flow to your brain and that way all of the blood on your legs from sitting for long hours spreads through your body. Eventually, it increases focus, energy and overall mood. Give it a try when you feel sleepy and you will see the power.

4-Do not eat too much

If you eat too much, your body creates signals for sleeping and it becomes very hard for you to stay awake. If you have to eat, choose some snacks rather than a whole meal. Fruits and protein bars are very effective choices. They also consist of healthy sugar so your brain will get some glycogen and work more efficiently.

5-Taking Breaks

If you feel tired after working for so long, take some breaks. But be careful when you lie down because you can fall asleep. To avoid that, before lying down, do some exercise and use alarms. Your purpose is not to take a nap but rather to rest your brain, eyes, ears and other body parts you have at your disposal.

There are a lot of amazing tools you can use but to keep it short, I will share them in separate posts. Try these and see how it goes. If you have any questions, send them. For now, that's all. See you.

#deduction #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlockbbc #deductive reasoning #sherlock #deductionist #observer #awareness #staying alive #staying active #handstand #movement #relax

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asordinaryppl · 2 months

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A3! Backstage Story Translation - Sakyo Furuichi SR: Secret Return Gift Talk - Part 1

i really wanted to share this story after seeing sakyo's white day homepage line!

Sakoda: Good work today too, Aniki!

Sakyo: Yeah.

Sakoda: I’ll be goin’, then. … Oh, by the way, Aniki, have you already prepared it?

Sakyo: What’s it?

Sakoda: Your return gift for White Day! Big Sis gave you chocolate this year too, didn’t she?

Sakyo: Why did you make that so difficult to understand... No, I haven’t prepared it.

Sakoda: I see!

Sakoda: If need be, I can look into what Big Sis likes!

Sakyo: No, don’t do anything unnecessary.

Sakoda: Alright! Sorry for pushin’!

Sakyo: (Sakoda’s as meddlesome as always… But he’s right, I need to start preparing.)

Sakyo: (I’ll try going to the fair later to find a return gift.)

Sakyo: (There’s always so many people here. It may be evening, but it’s so crowded.)

Sakyo: … Well then, let’s see what we’ve got here.

Sakyo: (The Director was happy when I gave her those roll cakes last time, but getting the same thing’s no good.)

Sakyo: (For now, I’ll just take a look…)

Homare: This mellow aroma… Is this black tea not made only with dried fruits but also hibiscus?

Clerk A: Y-Yes, you’re right. It’s impressive that you can tell just by smelling it!

Homare: That’s because I’m quite fond of tea.

Sakyo: (I didn’t think I’d find Arisugawa here… Is he also looking for a return gift?)

Sakyo: (Giving the same thing would be a waste… Guess I got no choice but to look for something else.)

Clerk B: What about a cheese cookie? It’s not that sweet, so it also goes well with alcohol!

Sakyo: (A cookie that can be used as a side snack with alcohol? The Director’s quite the drinker, so this might be a good idea…)

Sakyo: (Ugh, that’s…)

Tsuzuru: A cheese cookie… Would someone who’s not good with sweets enjoy this kinda cookie?

Clerk B: Yes, of course! Would you like to try a sample?

Sakyo: (Even Minagi’s here… Why’re the guys from our company in a place as far as this is?)

Sakyo: (Looks like today’s gonna be a bust… I’ll just head home.)

Izumi: Welcome back, Sakyo-san!

Sakyo: I’m home. What’s up, you seem perky today.

Izumi: Ahaha, you can tell? I’m happy because the curry I made was pretty good.

Sakyo: Huh, ain’t that nice.

Izumi: Yep! But you look a little tired, Sakyo-san.

Sakyo: (... It must show on my face.)

Sakyo: Nah, must be your imagination. Though I am a little hungry.

Choice 1: Really?

Izumi: Really?

Sakyo: Really. Don’t make a big deal out of it.

Izumi: Okay, but please don’t push yourself too hard.

Sakyo: Yeah, thanks. Anyway, this strange smell… Is that today’s curry?

Izumi: Yep. I’m sure if you eat it, you’ll be shocked, Sakyo-san!

Sakyo: Is it some unusual kind of curry?

Izumi: Heh, heh, that’s something for you to eat and find out. I’ll go fix you a plate!

Choice 2: Do you want to eat curry?

Izumi: Do you want some curry, then?

Sakyo: Yeah, if you could prepare some right now. So, what kind of curry did you make today?

Izumi: Sri Lankan chicken curry. It’s made with tomatoes and coconut milk!

Sakyo: Sounds promising.

Sakyo: (I feel like my fatigue disappeared as I was talking with her. I’ve got to take finding a return gift seriously.)

part 1 | part 2

#a3!#translation #a3! translation #sakyo furuichi #tsuzuru minagi #homare arisugawa #ken sakoda #izumi tachibana #sakyoizu #(idk how tags work on the a3 side of tumblr so i'll do what i usually do)#(ft the ship tag cause they deserve it)

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echo-stimmingrose · 10 months

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Big Three Cousins Movie Night

(and nicknames)

Nico: *arriving* Hey, Pine Cone.

Thalia: Sup ghostie boy.

Nico: Where's Percy?

Thalia: Not here yet. Did you bring snacks?

Nico: Of course.

Thalia: Please tell me you brought more than just fruit snacks.

Nico: Oh please like I'd share my fruit snacks with you. I brought popcorn, M&Ms for you and blue gummy worms for Ocean Boy.

Thalia: Good then, I brought the sleeping bags and pillows.

Nico: The good ones?

Thalia: Of course! The hunters of Artemis only carry the best of sleeping equipment!

Nico: *mumbles* Only good thing about them.

Thalia: What was that, Death Boy?

Nico: Nothing.

Thalia: That's what I thought.

Nico: *growing impatient* Where is, Corn chip?

Thalia: I'm sorry.... Are you referring to Percy?

Nico: Yes. All he's been eating are fucking corn chips!

Thalia: Are they blue corn chips?

Nico: What kind of question is that?

Thalia: Yeah that was dumb. Of course they're blue!

Nico: Duh!

Thalia: But uh... Why are you so mad about his blue corn chips.

Nico: Because he's a fucking hypocrite! He told on me to Will when I was only eating fruit snacks but now he won't eat anything except the corn chips!

Thalia: *trying not to laugh* Okay then....

Nico: *rambling* and corn chips aren't even that good! Potato chips are so much better! At least they have flavor! He doesn't even dip them in anything he just eats them plain!

Thalia: Yes that is absolutely despicable of him. I mean, the nerve of some people!

Nico: Shut up, Birds Nest.

Thalia: Hey I was the whole tree, not just a birds nest.

Nico: I was referring to your hair.

Thalia: Wow, you're almost as much of a bitch as Sea Horse is.

Nico: Please, no one can compete with him on the bitchiest. Speaking of, where is Surfer Dude. He wants us to spend time together and then he's late!

Percy: *walks in*

Thalia: There's The Walking Wet Floor Sign!

Nico: *snorts* That's a new one.

Thalia: I know, it's great isn't it?

Nico: I still like "fish face"

Percy: Really guys? I just got here and you're already insulting me.

Nico: No that's wrong, we were insulting you before you got here.

Thalia: Are all fish this late to their own movie night?

Percy: At least I'm not a flightless bird.

Nico: A flightless bird and the nest all in one!

Thalia: Okay we better get the movie started before I commit two first degree murders!

Nico: Actually it would be second degree. For first degree you'd have to have premeditated, meaning you planned it. Second degree would apply here since you're doing it out of anger and in the heat of the moment.

Thalia and Percy: *no words*

Nico: *casual as can be* Also if you kill me my glow stick boyfriend will kill you so make your next move wisely.

Percy: Do I wanna ask....?

Thalia: Probably not.

Nico: I've met a lot of serial killers.

Percy: You were right, I shouldn't have asked.

Thalia: Uh huh... Moving right along! What movies did you bring, Whale Man?

Percy: Well Sparky, I brought a few I thought we could agree on.

Nico: Okay but no zombie movies!!!

Thalia: Why the fuck not? Those are the best?

Percy: Are you scared of zombie movies?

Nico: No, they're just so unrealistic it pisses me off. And no slashers either!

Thalia: Oh I am with you on that one! It's always some girl who always runs towards the killer!

Nico: Right! And it's always so predictable who the killer is.

Percy: Okay..... I've got some comedies.

Nico: No, I never understand like half of the jokes.

Thalia: You think that's cause of the Autism or the 70 years in the casino thing?

Nico: Not sure.

Thalia: You got any Romance?

Percy:.... You hate romance movies.....

Thalia: Yes but I do enjoy making fun of them.

Nico: I agree, that's a comedy I can enjoy.

Percy: No we are not watching a movie just to make fun of it.

Thalia: Why not? That's why we watched The Bee Movie.

Nico: He doesn't want to cause he enjoys cheesy romance movies.

Percy: How about a Sci-Fi movie?

Nico: Sure.

Thalia: No.

Percy: Okay... Apocalyptic?

Nico: No.

Percy: We could watch an ocean documentary.

Thalia: Only you would enjoy that.

Percy: Hey, I can understand what all of the sea creatures say, it's like an underwater soap opera.

Nico: But only you can understand.

Percy: Fine.. what about-?

Thalia: It's useless, were never going to agree.

Nico: Wanna watch the usual?

Thalia and Percy: *nods*

Percy: *puts on Ice Age Dawn of the Dinosaurs*

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and-claudia · 1 year

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His Heir pt. 28 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

I will add all the links tomorrow.

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We returned to his quarters and I made a beeline for the kitchen. Maul followed close behind me and began making a pot of tea for us while I rummaged for a snack. I knew what I was wanting, and I knew he had some here. But where was it?

“Will you start cutting this up?” I asked, handing him the Jogan fruit from the bowl on the counter.

“Of course, dear…” He took it from me, “May I ask what else you are searching for?” He asked, clearly amused by my searching.

“Didn’t you have portion bread brought here from the kitchens?” I asked.

He let out a small chuckle, “Yes, it’s in the cabinet, to the left, bottom shelf.” He said, nodding in that direction.

I smiled and turned to the cabinet. Upon opening it, BOOM! Right there. I smiled even brighter and grabbed one out.

“Would you like one?” I asked.

“No, I am good.”

I shrugged and closed the cabinet before turning around to go to the sink for some water. As I finished mixing it, Maul finished cutting up the fruit and putting it in a bowl. We walked to the living room and plopped down on the couch. I began tearing off pieces of my bread while Maul ate some of the extra fruit he cut up.

��I have no idea why you enjoy those so much…” He said, shaking his head.

“Funny, I don’t really like them… I guess he does.” I said with a smile at the mention of our son, “I never really liked them. When I was spending time with Death Watch. I hated them. I swear when I would spend the week with them pretending to spy for Satine, I would be stuck eating them for a week.”

Maul laughed and shook his head. Once I finished the bread I reached over for the bowl of fruit which Maul gladly gave up. This was our daily routine at this point. Since I wouldn’t really eat anything in the morning, by the time the workday finished I was super hungry so we’d return to his quarters, have a snack, catch up with one another and just spend time together.

“Next time we order resources we need to get more fruit. And probably more portion bread.” I commented.

Maul nodded, “I’ll be sure that the kitchen staff does.”

Once our snacks were finished, we finished watching whatever was playing on the holoscreen before Maul spoke up again.

“So, would you like to ‘celebrate’ now or wait until after dinner?” He said with a slight smile on his lips.

I stretched a little before turning to him, “As enticing as it sounds now, I think a nap, then dinner, then celebrating is the right course of action.” I said smiling at him as I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.

“I like your thinking.” He said as he pulled away.

We both got up and made it to the bedroom. I shimmied out of the bottoms I had been wearing before reaching up under my shirt to take off my bra. I sighed overdramatically in relief once it was off and heard Maul let out a small chuckle. I only shook my head knowing he wasn’t doing it to be rude, he was simply amused.

I settled down against the fluffy pillows at the top of the bed with Maul following shortly after me. I was laying on my side, something I had read was better the further I got in my pregnancy, but I wasn’t comfortable. I tried to shift a little, adjusting the way my legs were positioned. But that didn’t work either. I sat up a bit and grabbed one of the extra pillows, folded and squished it down a bit, and put it between my knees to try and help alleviate the discomfort in my hips. It helped a little, but I still wasn’t comfortable enough to fall asleep.

‘Maybe if I laid on my other side.’ I thought to myself.

I removed the pillow and carefully rolled over to face Maul then put the pillow back with a small sigh. Though I wasn’t super comfortable it was better than before so I closed my eyes and tried to let my body relax enough to fall asleep.

“Are you alright, dear? You keep fidgeting.” Maul asked, his hand coming to rest on my upper arm.

I opened my eyes and frowned at him.

“I can’t get comfortable.” I sighed.

It was now his turn to frown, “He giving you a hard time?” He asked, moving his hand from my arm to my stomach.

I shook my head, “No… I mean he’s not moving around at the moment or anything. I just think I’m too big to be comfortable.”

He sighed through his nose in amusement, clearly trying not to smile at what I had just said.

“It’s not funny Maul. I’m only 19 weeks, he’s measuring at 23 weeks. That’s four weeks ahead of what he should be. A whole month. I know you said this would happen, but I wasn’t really expecting this much of a difference. It’s just making it super hard to get comfortable I guess.” I shrugged.

“Wait here.” Maul said as he got up.

I sat up and watched him as he went to the closet and disappeared inside of it. When he came back out he had a couple of pillows in his hands. He dropped them on the bed once he was close enough.

“Which side do you prefer to lay on?”

“Left, with my back to you.” I said confused.

He nodded down to the bed directing me to lie that way. So, I shifted myself once again to lay back down the way I had been originally.

“Do you want this one for your legs?” He asked, handing me the pillow I had set between my knees.

I nodded and took it from him. Once I had it back in place the way I wanted it Maul reached over me carefully with the second pillow.

“Roll back some.” He said gently.

I did as he asked and he placed the pillow down beside me.

“There, you can go back.”

When rolled back over, my stomach was now being supported by the pillow he had placed down beside me. Just that little bit of extra support made me feel much better.

“Do you want one for you back as well?”

I shook my head gently, “No. I’m good for right now, but asked me in a couple of weeks.” I said with a small laugh causing him to do the same as he laid back down behind me.

He slotted himself right up behind me and draped his arm over me to rest his hand on my stomach. The heat that always seemed to radiate off of him felt wonderful against my back and relaxed even more. But something was preventing me from being able to fall asleep still. I had a burning question on my mind now.

“Maul?”

He hummed in response and I didn’t need to see his face to know he had already closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep as well.

“Why do you have pillows in your closet? I thought the housekeeping droids have a storage area for that kind of stuff?”

“I keep a few on hand. Pillows don’t last very long when you have horns, dear. It’s just easier this way.” He said.

“Makes sense.” I said, now that the itch of random curiosity had been scratched, my mind was finally able to relax and it wasn’t long before I fell asleep.

When I woke up again I checked the chrono on the side table and saw that about an hour and a half had passed. The bed was still warm beside me, but Maul was no longer there. I got up and decided to go to the refresher before going to search for him. Before leaving the bedroom, I went over to my portion of the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of lounge pants to put on. It would be just my luck that he was speaking with someone and I walked out without pants on.

I walked out to the living room and although I didn’t see him, I could hear him at the front door to his quarters. It didn’t take long for him to appear as I sat down on the couch.

“I’ was just about to come to wake you so we could figure out dinner.” He said, smiling once he saw me sitting there.

“Who was at the door?”

“No one of importance.” He said, “Have you thought about dinner?”

“Well, we are celebrating…” I began and he nodded, “So… I happen to know that there is a selection of bantha steaks that are to be reserved for a special occasion. Do you think we could spare a couple for tonight?”

Usually, the bantha steaks were saved for when the highest members of Crimson Dawn were here for very important business. It was imported all the way from Tatooine, on the opposite side of the galaxy pretty much. I knew requesting to have it might not go over very well but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“I’ll let the kitchens know.” Maul said.

“Seriously? We can have it?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t we?” Maul gave me a weird look.

“Well, I just know that we usually save them for really important occasions.” I said.

“Yn, celebrating our child is an important occasion, way more so than some meeting with a bunch of stuck-up members of a crime syndicate.” He said, reaching to grab my hand.

I smiled at his words. Maul may be scary looking, he may be the leader of the galaxy’s largest crime syndicate, and he may be a sith but he really was one of, if not the most caring man I had ever met.

“What should we do for sides?” Maul asked.

“Why don’t you pick? You played a pretty big part in what led us to this celebratory dinner, after all.” I teased.

“Not at the moment, no.” I said.

He sent the request down to the kitchens to be prepared. While we waiting we discussed what our lives were going to look like with a son in five months.

“Have you thought about names yet?” He asked.

“I’ve thought about the fact that we’re going to have to name a child, but since we didn’t know what we were having until now I hadn’t thought of specifics. It’s tradition for the firstborn son in Mandalorian culture to carry on a family name, but I don’t know my real father. And I sure as hell am not about to name our son after Adonai…” I paused before speaking my next thought, “And I really, really don’t want him to have my last name. He doesn’t deserve to have to be a Kryze.” I said, getting choked up.

“Well, does he really need a last name?” Maul asked genuinely.

“I would like for him to yes… So it can be recorded in The Book of Mand'alor. Which leads me to something I’ve been dreading but needs to happen…”

Maul nodded for me to continue, though he knew where this was going.

“I need to go back… I’ve read over the reports, the library was mostly spared. That’s where the book should be. They haven't seen Bo-Katan which means it should still be there. It won’t take long. Three days tops.” I said, chewing my lip.

“I’m not saying no, I know I cannot keep you here. But is there a reason why the men I have there keeping an eye on things cannot retrieve the book for you?” He asked genuinely.

“It’s only for the Mand'alor. No one else is supposed to handle it. Plus, this would be a good trial run for when I have to leave for Dasar’s wedding. Which also reminds me, I really have to go now because he has asked me to be in his wedding party.”

Maul nodded, “I’m sending extra guards with you.”

It was my turn to nod, “We can get everything worked out tomorrow. Tonight is for celebrating our son.” I said, redirecting the energy.

Soon, the droids arrived with our dinner. It was probably one of the best meals I had had in a very long time. I sighed as I set down my fork and leaned back in my chair.

“That was great.” I said.

“I agree.” Maul said, “I’ll clear the table then go get everything ready.” Maul said as he stood.

“Hey, I got the table.” I said, standing as well he opened his mouth to protest but I gave him a look that he knew meant not to argue with me.

He put his hands up in surrender and made his way to the bedroom to prepare the next part of our celebratory night.

Once all the dishes were cleared I made my way to the bedroom as well. When I got there, Maul was nowhere to be seen. I walked over to the bed where he had laid my robe out for me. After I undressed I slipped on the robe and went into the bathroom where Maul was finishing up preparing a bath for the two of us. He too was now dressed only in his fluffy black bathrobe.

“Perfect timing.” He commented as I walked in.

He had just finished testing the temperature of the water to make sure it wasn’t too warm. I could smell the oils coming from it and it all smelt so wonderful. That was something else I had learned since moving in with Maul, he loved baths and had a natural talent for making them absolutely perfect.

He stood up and turned to face me. I noticed he was still in his clothes from earlier.

“Aren’t you joining me?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him with a small smile.

“Just waiting for my invitation.” He smiled.

He stepped to the side and began to undress as I slipped off my robe. I could feel his eyes boring into me, causing me to glance over my shoulder. He dramatically averted his gaze causing me to laugh.

“Hurry before it get’s too cold!” I said, knowing it already wasn’t as warm as it usually would have been since I was pregnant. Maul made sure that anytime he ran me a bath it wasn’t too warm.

He quickly finished getting undressed. Getting into the tub was a careful, practiced dance that we had gotten down perfectly. Maul was paranoid that I would slip and fall so he always made sure that he kept a hand on me as he guided me to sit in front of him.

Although the water wasn’t as hot as I would have wanted it, Maul always radiated so much heat that laying back against him made it ten times warmer. It didn’t take long for me to become a little drowsy. My body was completely relaxed against him and his hands naturally found their way to rest against my stomach below the water.

“You know, I am beginning to think he just doesn’t like me.” Maul said.

“Why?”

“He’s never kicked when I’m trying to feel him.” He said, moving his hands a bit as if maybe the issue was that his hands just weren’t in the right spot.

Unfortunately, though, he had a point. I had been feeling the baby move for some time now. I felt the first actual kicks though about a week ago. Ever since then, Maul had been trying to feel them kick as well but so far he’s missed it every time.

“I’m sure it’ll happen soon. And we still have like 20 weeks left for you to be able to feel it.” I said, trying to not discourage him.

“You’re right.” He said, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

As we sat there, I became even more relaxed and after about 20 minutes, the water was growing colder and colder as my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

“Why don’t we get out and head to bed, love?” Maul whispered gently into my ear.

I gave a lazy nod in response. Just like getting into the tub, getting out was a carefully practiced routine to ensure I didn’t fall. I slight chill ran up my spine as I was exposed to the cool air of the room. Maul grabbed his robe and helped me slip it on since it was closer, not that I was complaining. Then he grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist before leading me out to the bedroom.

He led me over to the bed before walking off to grab me something to sleep in. The whole ordeal was a blur. Before I knew it we were both laying down, and I was falling deeper and deeper into dreamland. Just before the land of the dreaming took control of my consciousness, I felt Mau’s hand come to wrap around my waist and his hand come to rest on my stomach then I heard him speak up ever so slightly.

“Good night, my son. Your mother and I cannot wait to meet you.”

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micaluvssoccer · 8 days

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Girl next door: Nika Mühi story

Chapter one

Micaella’s POV

I wake up at my Florida dorm and I get a text from my mom saying that her mom followed us to Florida please tell me you made it on the transfer portal. I say fuck are you serious and I say I’m checking my emails right now and I’ll get back to you mama. Mama says okay and yes I am serious. I then start to check my emails. I see an email regarding my transfer and I look at it and it says UConn wants me to play soccer there during my senior year of college. I automatically accept the offer and then they say school starts in august and to pack up my side of my dorm. I respond back saying I will do it and then I start packing up my dorm and I let my mom know that I’m being transferred to UConn. She says okay that's good, at least you will be far away from her. I say yeah definitely I’m packing my stuff and I will probably drive the whole way there. She says are you sure you don't need any help. I say dad’s working and you're going to be writing. I wouldn't want to bother you both with a road trip. She says oh okay and I say I’ll be fine I promise I’ll take lots of breaks.

She says okay and just promise me you will call me when you get there. I say I promise mama and then I start to pack things in the car. I finish getting everything packed and then I go back to my dorm to make sure I didn't forget anything and then I grab my purse before I turn my key in. After I turn my key in I go straight to my car and start it up then I start the drive to Connecticut with my phone on the charger and maps on. A few hours later I stopped and got fuel and grabbed food and drinks . I eat some fruit snacks and drink some water and then I get back on the road.

A few more hours in the car I decided to stop for the night. I texted my mom saying that I’m stopping for the night I am currently in New Jersey. She says woah that was fast how was the drive up there. I say there was surprisingly no traffic and I was good to continue but needed some sleep so I’m at a rest area. I'm going to sleep in the backseat with the door locked. She says okay and you know you could stay at a walmart or a cracker barrel for the night right. I say I know mama I’m fine I promise I already fueled up and got snacks. She says okay and I sigh and I put my phone down and then I lock the doors and I fall asleep for a few hours.

I wake up the next morning all rested and ready to drive some more and I eat my snack before I start driving again. I drive for two hours and then I go to panera for lunch. I get an Asiago and steak sandwich and a caesar salad with chicken and then I pay for it and then I wait for it. Once that was ready they packed it up and they handed me the bag. I smile and say thank you and I take it to my car and I start driving again once I put my seatbelt on. I then turn my car on and I drive to the nearest rest stop so I can eat my food. I stopped and then I ate my food and once I finished I threw my trash away. I then decided to stretch my legs then I went to use the restroom. After I do my business I wash my hands and head to my car and I put my seatbelt on. I then turn my car on and I pull out of my parking spot. I continue the rest of the drive and then I park in the parking lot at the dorms. I get out and I walk over to get my dorm key. I say hi I’m micaella ungerer i just transferred from the university of Florida and I need my dorm key. They look through my paperwork and they say here you are and here is your room key.

I say thanks so much, have a good rest of your day and I walk inside looking for my room. I find my room and I walk inside and I look around the room smiling and then I text my mom that I made it. She smiles and texts back how do you like it so far. I say it’s definitely colder than Florida but I’m about to bring my stuff inside and then tomorrow I do media and sign my contract. She says it always does, especially in the winter. I smile and say yeah I know hopefully if I go pro I can go somewhere warm and then I go back outside to get my belongings. I unpack the car and I bring everything up to my room. I go back to my dorm and I get some water and then I start unpacking my stuff and decorate it. I then sit on my bed all exhausted. I hear loud music next door from my dorm room. I get up from my bed all confused about who is playing that loud music. I walked out of my dorm room and knocked on their door.

A beautiful lady opens the door and she says i'm sorry if my music is a little loud. I smile softly and say yeah it is can you turn it down a bit please. She says of course i can and then she walks over to it and she turns it down and she says there you go. I smile at her and I say thank you and then I say I’m micaella i just transferred from the university of Florida. She says I'm Nika. It's nice to meet you and I smile and say nice to meet you as well. She asks how was your drive up here from florida. I said it was pretty chilly but very long. I'm just glad classes don’t start till next month. She says it can be chilly here but winter time is a lot worse. I say I’m used to the cold. I used to live in Maryland before moving to Florida. She says ah okay that makes sense and i smile at her and I say i should probably go i don’t want to take any more of your time. She says okay but you were fine and I am gonna turn the music down a little more so you can rest. I smile at her and I say i have a busy day tomorrow i have a photo shoot and i have to sign my contract otherwise I would stay. She says okay that makes sense and I softly giggle and I say I’ll come back tomorrow. She says i am looking forward to that. I smile and I say well see you tomorrow Nika. She says bye micaella and I walk out and get into my room and I change into pajamas. I climb into bed and lay there for a bit before falling asleep.

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my-shields-are-down · 7 months

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Divorce (for the one word fic prompt)

While outside tending to Lucy’s tomato plants. Tim hears the baby monitor squawk to life.

His youngest kid is now a teenager, but because he’s in the back back corner of the yard, the monitor keeps him tapped into whether his love is home, if Lucy is home, he wants to be with her. Always.

“It’s PROM Mom,”. Tim hears his daughter exasperatingly whine to Lucy in frustration. Tim immediately places his garden shears, hat and knee-pads in the wheelbarrel beside him and picks up the basket holding the harvested fruits and veggies to bring inside. “Why do all the dresses make me look fat and matronly or boobilicious and slutty? I just want something simple, that I feel great in that breaks his brain… like how Daddy is when he sees you all dressed up.”

Tim scoffs out loud as he enters the downstairs sliding screen door. “Pffff. My brain doesn’t break when I …..” His breath stutters and his mind drops into a tank of dopamine when he sees Lucy in her wedding dress in the candid photo of their wedding party hanging in the back stairway landing by the kitchen.

Lucy had heard Tim moving through the house and suddenly pausing, so she grins at her daughter and places her finger across her lips for silence as they both look around the corner and see the man of the house smiling dopily at the photo, his free hand tracing Lucy’s laughing face.

They lean back into the kitchen as 17 year old Diana whispers, “Exactly like that, Mom.” Diana then grabs a pear from the fruit bowl and the cheese and crackers her mom hands to her. She then sits down before laying down on the blue + white striped seat cushion on the long side of their kitchen table.

“I know we are only going as friends Mom, but it’s Mateo! He’s so handsome, I think I’ve loved him since I was little and I want him to finally FINALLY kiss me on the dance floor. So I need to be beautiful, Mom.”

“But what if he doesn’t think I am beautiful? What if he doesn’t like me back?” Diana cries, tears streaming down her face.

“Sweetie, please eat your snacks.” Lucy says as she places a large tumbler of ice water on the table.

Diana’s sniffles instantly snap Tim out of his reverie, and he strides into the kitchen and winks at Lucy before leaning down over his daughter and kissing her on the forehead and saying. “Then he’s an idiot, and I’ll apologize to Angela and Wesley after I murder their second son for making you cry.”

Diana stands up and hugs her dad. Like her mom before her, she always feels safe and loved when she’s hugging him. Just clings to him and cries. “Did it hurt this much?”

“Did what hurt this much, sweetie?” Tim hugs his baby girl so her head rests on his heart. Diana is 4-5” taller than her mom so he doesn’t have to pull her onto his lap for her to get there.

“Did it hurt this much when you loved mom and you didn’t know if she loved you back?”

Their kids had never been into fairy tales - they so much more preferred the real life stories of how their parents and aunts and uncles got together, including Tim and Lucy pining for each other while dating other people.

Tim looked over at his bride of 20+ years, whose eyes sparkled with love and mischief, and said, “oh I don’t like to remember that, but yes baby girl. Loving your mom in secret, tore a hole right through me. Until I asked her to dinner and she said yes.”

“That’s right… you GOT the girl.”

“I did. I got the girl.” Tim smiles softly at Lucy. “Then 5 years later, I got YOU. My most beautiful creature. ARRRRRGH!” Tim’s long hands shaped like claws reached his daughter’s sides to tickle her - her laughter being one of his most favorite sounds.

Tim had called Diana a creature one morning when she was about 5 months old and his fake growl sent her into a fit of giggles. Then once he added the tickling, her laughter really started taking shape and he did it all the time before she became mobile. Later he’d chase her making grunting growling noises and she’d ask him who his favorite creature is.

For Diana, she adored that she had such a special thing with her Dad. She remembers him asking about her creature hands and feet, discussing why she had no tail, Kai dragging her around the kitchen by the foot of her full-body pjs every Christmas calling her his “Christmas creature.” But most importantly, she was his favorite creature. Not a favorite kid- she let her brothers duke that out themselves. This was all hers.

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Later that evening, Diana was going through her closet trying on dresses, hoping for inspiration but struggling, she was more of a tomboy - despite wearing her cheerleader outfit often at school. What? She and Patrizia-still best friends - thought every sport deserved to have cheerleaders at their home games. So they spent almost every afternoon cheering at some team event that didn’t have its own cheer squad. Well, but not the chess team she remembered. She and Patrizia were escorted out because they were too loud. Who does quiet cheering?

She studied herself in the bathroom mirror she shared with her older brother Kai. He is off at UCLA being cool and loving life, so she had all the space to herself. She stripped down to her bra and panties and looked at herself. Strong body and killer legs from cheering and running, 5’ 7” tall, sun-kissed, honey-tinted skin. She mostly took after her dad with a slender frame, thick golden blonde hair which streaked red when she got too much sun.

She had her mom’s boobs and eyes - big, expressive amber colored, long long natural lashes, the same Asian shape that ran back centuries according to her Zengzumu.. (Great grandmother). She thought she was pretty, in an All-American kind of way. She didn’t feel bad or insecure, she just never considered she might be lovely to look at as well as lovely to be with.

On the verge of adulthood, what everyone else saw (except maybe her dad who always saw her at 2 when she thought he hung the moon), was a fantastically gorgeous girl about to step into her knockout phase. Stunningly beautiful, kind, moody, stubborn, thoughtful and hilarious. She was the total package. Dad was about to have a wake up call.

Diana threw her hair on top of her head and put on her brother’s UCLA sweatshirt, and leggings. She moved to her desk and started sketching out the kind of dress she thought would compliment her figure.

*Knock. Knock.” Diana turned towards her bedroom door and saw her mom smiling at her. “Come with me, I have an idea.”

Diana walked slightly behind her mom, silently comparing herself to Lucy. To Diana, her mom was the most beautiful person in the world. Diana had multiple phenomenal female role models, but none compared to her Mom. Her mom was short, curvaceous, same eyes, thick wavy chestnut hair - just gorgeous . Next to her, Diana often felt faded, stretched, and bland. Despite her petite size, Diana felt Lucy cast a large shadow.

Lucy led Diana into her and Tim’s bedroom suite. Since they remodeled, the kids had not spent hours here like they did when they were small. The master bedroom had a King sized poster bed, a sitting area by the fireplace- the walls covered with masterpieces from each of their kids and a larger family portrait hanging on the far wall. A private/soundproofed tv/make out room off to the side with comfy sofas, a drink fridge with a thumbprint scanner to open and access the beer and ice cold tequila inside. Kai had learned the hard way that multiple incorrect scans would result in a flour bomb exploding in his face.

There were skylights in the master bathroom over the teak soaking tub, a wall of stacked slate and dragon water faucets. (The kids’ contribution to the room).

Lastly, the heart of the space was a large walk-in closet, with rows of hangars, shelves for their shoes, two large mirrors situated above two sets of drawers and one floor to ceiling mirror. At one end of the closet hung a family photo of them when TJ was still inside Lucy and Diana and her brother were 4 and 6. Every other blank space on the walls was covered with pictures of the kids.

Diana hadn’t been in here in forever and marveled at how neat it was, how there were pictures she hadn’t seen, how a top drawer in her mom’s built-in bureau created for socks or panties, actually only contained dog treats and chew toys. Lucy moved to one end of Tim’s section of the closet, shoving her Dad’s shirts to the side and to reveal a door.

Diana didn’t remember a door ever being there. Lucy smiled at her daughter and opened the door, revealing a secret room. A closet within a closet. A Narnia room!

They both stepped through and Lucy hit the lights revealing racks of fancy clothes. She saw her dad’s tuxedo and dress uniform he wore for weddings and funerals. Then she saw that everything else was her mom’s dresses.

Flashes of memories of her fairy tale parents leaving for some event flit through her mind. “Wow! Mom, you could make a fortune renting these out to my friends!”

Lucy shuddered at the idea and grabbed Diana’s hand, saying, “all of these dresses have special meaning to your dad and I, but they don’t really fit me any longer. So, we’ll both go through them and pick 5 giving you 10 options for you to try on for me, your dad and TJ. The ones we like stay and the ones we don’t go. When we get to a final 3 - you can choose which one you’ll wear. You can do whatever you want to it, Aunt Amy’s cousin is a tailor who can make whatever adjustments and enhancements you need, ok?”

“Yes, ok. Thank you mom. Let’s do this!”

Twenty minutes later, ten dresses hang in Lucy and Tim’s closet.

The first one got an immediate veto from her dad.

Diana had asked TJ to come help her with the zipper and jewelry as she tried the floral dress on. She marveled at how covered up she was while being incredibly sexy. TJ shook his head and said “I thought you were avoiding being boobilicious? Cuz you are in that dress.”

She looked at herself in their floor length mirror and put on a long sparkly necklace which rested just above her “enhanced” cleavage. She asked TJ to go out to the sitting room and have the parental units close their eyes. He did and they did.

Diana took a deep breath as she waited for her parents to respond, after telling them to open their eyes.

Upon opening his eyes, Tim is momentarily stunned. Instead of seeing the crying girl from earlier, he sees - really sees the woman that Diana will become. “Jesus” he thinks. “When did she grow up?” and “Lucy and I need to mix our DNA more often - we make gorgeous people.”

And then Tim notices the dress… he thinks to himself, “wait….that’s the dress that lives in MY fantasies… about her mom… oh hell-to-the-no. No.”

Diana sees her dad go somewhere in his mind when he opens his eyes. Lucy for her part realizes that dress really isn’t appropriate for prom - that’s a sex dress. No wonder Tim had blurted out “naked time” when she had worn it on her first date with him. She’s beautiful in that dress, but we do not want Mateo thinking what Tim thought that night.

Lucy, sensing that Tim is going to react loudly, reaches over and grabs his hand, running her thumb over his knuckles. Saldy, it’s too little too late….

Diana watches her dad shoot upright and start yelling, shaking his head back and forth, saying, “NO! NO. NO. no! I mean it Lucy - no. I will divorce you right now if our daughter wears THAT dress to Prom.”

He spun to look his amused wife in the eyes before stating what he thought was an obvious problem, “The last thing I want my daughter’s date to be thinking of is “naked time” and ripping that dress off of her with his teeth.”

“Those are the kinds of thoughts he’s going to have. I know, I had them when you wore it on our first official date.”

Diana and TJ mouthed “naked time?” to each other and turned beet red at the thought of their parents getting it on.

Lucy finally calms Tim down, getting him settled back on the sofa. He continues to mutter to himself about being the only one allowed to have the thoughts caused by that dress- not some loser trying to get with his only daughter. No sir. No way. Even if said guy had been known to Tim since he was born.

Lucy turns back to Diana and says “so that’s a no. But to be clear honey, it’s not because you look bad, it’s because we don’t want your dad to lose his mind. That’s a “I want to make a baby with you right now” kind of dress. A dress of seduction - not really a fun prom dress, ok?” Diana nods, “ok Mom. Thank you. Come on TJ, help me with another one?”

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The next 5 dresses receive bland, non responses from anyone which was a little discouraging. Lucy comforted her, saying “Sorry honey, none of them fit you right. Definitely in the matronly boring group.” TJ actually yawned.

That left four (4) dresses in the closet with Diana.

A dark green one, a pink floral two piece, a silvery backless number and her favorite from when she was three to four years old.

Navy jersey, floor length, covered in sparkles, sleeveless with a cowl neck that she draped over one shoulder. Because of her height, the dress hit her mid shin and gave her a dangerous slit up her right leg.

Diana took a few minutes to experiment with her mom’s make up, winging out her eyeliner, and covering her lips in a deep plum gloss. She grabbed some sparkly earrings, and a gold pendant she found in a drawer. A simple gold disk on a dainty gold chain. Lastly, she swirled her longish hair into a chignon, held in place with a few flower and butterfly clips she remembered from her childhood which she found in Lucy’s jewelry box.

As Diana stepped out of the closet, she again told everyone to close their eyes. When she stood in front of them, she again told them to open their eyes and she received much different comments.

TJ spoke first - “Didi! You look like a movie star! You have to wear this one!”

Lucy spoke next, “Wow! You look spectacular! Honey, he’s not going to know what hit him. So beautiful. I always felt overwhelmed with all that material. But your dad loved me in that. I was wearing that dress the first time he proposed to me. Oh and you found my necklace! I wondered where that wandered off to.”

Lucy looked at Tim who clearly was a bit shell shocked at the sight of his baby girl who used to make him wear butterfly wings and a sword like all fairy princes do. She’s no longer a baby. She’s a young, gorgeous, woman.

“That’s the one honey. Diana - that’s the one. God, you are so lovely - Mateo is not going to know what hit him.” Turning to his wife, he said, with tears streaming down his face, “can you believe this gorgeous creature is ours?” Lucy and Diana laughed at that.

Finally Tim walks up to his daughter, gathered her face in his big warm hands and said, “Oh, I’m not ready for you to grow up. But I’m so lucky and grateful that I got to watch you go from being a scrappy hellion to becoming this lovely woman who I am so, so proud of. I am so lucky to be your Dad.”

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Mateo’s brain turned to jelly upon seeing Diana in her sparkly blue dress - her own brand-new gold necklace with an anchor charm around her neck.

Most importantly, he softly kissed her on the dance floor at Prom.

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