#normal fruit solution

[uinferno]

There's a certain tragedy regarding the simplicity of lemonade and the frequency of people fucking it up.

[lightishlilac]

Chat help I'm brainrotting over UTMV againnnnn

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny can't taste- DCxDP Prompt

The problem with being half dead is that so are your senses. While certain foods are still as tasty as ever they are relegated to food found on offering plates like bread, fruits, cheese and wine. But Danny just wants to eat a good burger and unfortunately, those aren't offered to the dead.

This has led to Tucker and Sam burning food offerings for Danny in the past, but there has been another solution.

Danny just adds copious amounts of extra stuff to his food to satisfy his numbed tastebuds.

20 sugar packages to his coffee, a flood of hot sauce on his burgers and anything else he could get his hands on.

One afternoon after class Danny ended up meeting Tim at the Batburger on campus. There Tim watched in horror as Danny filled a cup of Sprite, added blue raspberry sour Death Ball candies to it, added citric acid, added plutonium 9 hot sauce, and extra sugar. It was the most horrifying baby blue concoction Tim had ever seen. It looked like a normal soda but it was liquid death.

And Tim wanted to try it next.

(A drink that would cause a small Victorian child to disintegrate)

[soobtokki]

sweet ⸝⸝ jake sim

summary: falling in love with the Sim boys was so easy for you.

─ pairing: jake s. x fem!reader ᛝ tags: fluff, romance, single!dad jake, non-idol au, slight aged up jake, use of “y/n, y/ln”, open ending ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ word count: 3.2k

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a/n: the kid actually looks so much like him omggg, i melted with tenderness, i could only think of cute fluff, and this kind of little plot, just a small cute scenario raising a few questions lol<3

One of Jake Sim’s biggest dreams, even though it might not seem like it and sound corny, was always to become a father. From the moment he became aware of his great admiration for his father and loved being around children—which was at an early age—he knew clearly who he wanted to be: the sweetest and most appropriate role for his children.

He was romantic, almost a little naive when it came to love, a nearly pure soul, so after fulfilling several dreams, such as enthusiastically dedicating himself to a job related to the career he studied, he fell madly in love with a woman whom he made his wife for years and finally got what he had been waiting for as the fruit of their love, a beautiful and adorable child. Sim Jaemin. Jasper Sim.

The little boy was his greatest adoration. From the moment he was born, Jake was a man who knew how to balance work and being the best father to Jaemin perfectly.

Jake always knew what to do with Jaemin, what to say, what games to play, how to love him, how to create the sweetest memories a child could have, how to learn, laugh, cry, and even, as a first-time father, when he didn’t know what to do, he always looked for a solution that was in his son’s best interest. He lived for him and because of him.

However, not everything seemed to be as sweet as it appeared to be... Things between father and son, between Jake and Jaemin, were going wonderfully; he was about to turn four, attended preschool at one of the country’s best institutions, which had always been his mother’s idea, and was a sweet, tender, shy, calm, and incredibly smart child. Both knew how to raise him very well, with the greatest of love... but while one love grew, another was slowly withering away. After almost five years of marriage, three years of dating, and a child later... even extremely sweet people like Jake were not exempt from a very pessimistic and common occurrence such as divorce.

Two months after he officially signed the papers, but after everything had been over for almost a year, Jake was still heartbroken and found it extremely difficult to explain why Jaemin’s father suddenly stopped coming home, telling him stories at night, and living with his mother and him as he always had and why he now had to visit his father in a different home than the one he knew and grew up in.

Jake wanted to convince himself that children forgot quickly, that he would soon get over it... But he knew how intelligent and perceptive his child was. So, after all, his ex-wife’s idea didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Assigning him a babysitter for the few hours Jake was away from work... but not just any kind of babysitter, but also a kind of mini-session with a psychologist. His ex-wife explained everything to him.

It would only be for a week, a week in which Minseo had to leave for work and Jaemin would stay in his father’s care. It was difficult for Jake, because normally when these kinds of circumstances arose, he and Minseo communicated, reviewed each other’s work schedules in advance, and when she had to travel, he took care of him completely, working from home and devoting himself entirely to Jaemin...

But now it was complicated, or at least that’s how he saw it. They lived apart—Minseo stayed in the house to take care of Jaemin, while Jake rented an apartment in the city. And the news from her was so unexpected for Jake. He no longer knew when Minseo had to travel.

The change affected Jake in a way. They used to work as a team, be a family, and now... he was struggling to maintain the same relationship and connection with his greatest love despite not living with him.

Divorce was hard. Many didn’t do it so they could continue living with their children... but in their case, not even Jaemin’s sweetness could save them. They had to go their separate ways.

And what mattered most to Jake in any situation was his little Jaemin. He was frustrated by how the change might affect him. Jaemin was quite curious and astute, so the moment he noticed something strange, he didn’t hesitate to ask the typical questions.

Jake was a bit of a mess, even more so than little Jaemin, who was just constantly confused.

Jake offered again to stay with the little boy and work from home, but after all, the little proposal didn’t seem so bad.

“It’ll only be a week... Minhye chose her. She thinks she’ll be good. Besides, it’s only a couple of hours until you get home from work. You’ll be fine, right?”

Minseo explained to Jake over the phone.

“Yes, I understand, it’s fine.”

He tried to distract himself by looking at the city through the window of his apartment while wearing his robe—he had just gotten out of the shower after work and was looking for something more comfortable to wear.

He didn’t know what else to say. Nor did he know how to suddenly talk to the woman who used to speak sweetly to him.

“Are you at your office now? Did you ask her to come to your work so you could meet her? Did you read her resume? She’s a bit young, with little experience... but you know, Minhye loves to give young people that opportunity to learn.”

Oh, Minhye, her older sister who takes care of everything, of course.

Jake bit his lip nervously and felt like a bad father for a moment. He didn’t check any of the papers his assistant had left on his desk. He trusted Minseo blindly that she would be a good and suitable woman to take care of Jaemin for just a couple of hours. The only thing he asked his secretary was that the woman, a psychologist-nanny, a slightly strange job, should show up at Jake’s apartment right after he picked up Jaemin and, Jake cut his work hours short to spend time with him. In a way, it was strategic, as that way he would get to know the woman who would be taking care of him. In person, and not just from what some papers said.

One week. One week, Jake thought over and over again; days when he could simply cut his work short and go home to be with Jaemin... but it was a critical week of long work hours.

One week or less was all Jake needed to fall in love. In fact, he was dazzled from the moment he opened his door and saw you there.

A few minutes passed after he hung up, and he went back to playing with Jaemin after putting on something comfortable. He played with him to distract him from the long hours he spent at school. Being a private, international preschool, they demanded more of them in a way. Jake resented that his little one could get overwhelmed from being there from 8:30 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., but it was both Minseo’s and his decision, as she wanted the best academically for him, while Jake nurtured his artistic and playful side, letting him be free and be the child he really is, not the prodigy in piano, violin, math, and languages that his mother forced him to be. But Jake had no room to protest. Jaemin was the sweetest boy, always enthusiastically telling Jake how much he loved school and his friends.

Finally, the sound of his door. He had told his assistant to inform the doorman to let her in.

He looked tenderly at Jaemin and told him he would be back in a moment as he put the toy down with him.

And then Jake opened his door.

You looked down at the floor and quickly looked up when you noticed he was already in front of you, giving him a polite and warm smile. You looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, and for a moment, he forgot what to say. He knew it was you. What other young woman would knock on his door?

You were about to introduce yourself, but at that moment he said, almost breathless and slightly nervous:

“Come in, please.”

You gave him a nervous smile and walked in as soon as he stepped aside to make room for you. Without another word, you simply obeyed him.

You were in the same state as him... slightly nervous. You had seen his photograph, and for a second, you thought he was handsome, but your real focus was on the child’s profile. Sim Jaemin, English name Jasper. He prefers Jaemin. He is about to turn 4, an only child, attends a private preschool, is sociable but shy, and a child with no history of any behavioral issues. He just needs company for a couple of hours and to make sure he is adapting well to his parents’ recent divorce. He loves to play, sports, and the world of entertainment, and is an outstanding student.

But you were surprised when you saw Mr. Sim in person. He looked much younger than his information said how old he is and was really attractive. He was dressed comfortably in a leather jacket, wore thick black-rimmed glasses, had dark, long, silky hair, and striking features. You wondered for a moment... how could a man like him be divorced?

As soon as he turned to look at you, almost speechless, just staring at you, you understood why he was wearing a jacket at home; the climate in his apartment was somewhat cold.

You could have stayed there, looking at him, but you reacted quickly.

“I’m... Y/n. Y/n Y/LN. I’m here to see Jaemin... are you his father, Mr. Sim Jaeyun?”

Jake lost himself in you for a few moments. You looked so neat, like an absolutely astute, smart, and quite pretty woman. You smelled good, and your subtle makeup and the way your hair was done suited you very well.

His heart beat fast for a few seconds... it had been a long time since he had stopped to appreciate the beauty of other women. He hadn’t even thought about another woman in a long time, about starting a love life. The last few months had been all about work and focusing on his son. He took fatherhood very seriously, and from the moment he had been divorced for a month, he was afraid to get involved with a woman and cause Jaemin to feel betrayed and affect their loving and warm father-son relationship.

Jake was a hopeless romantic, but right now, just hopeless.

Even so, calling him by his other name seemed somewhat formal to him, so he frowned slightly.

“Jake,” he corrected you, “just Jake.”

You nodded and felt the need to continue the conversation.

“Well... Mr. S...” he looked at you with a slightly stern gaze, “Jake. I believe you have already been informed that these days, at 5 o’clock, I will pick up Jaemin from school and bring him to your apartment. I will be here until 8 o’clock when you return from work, and the first two hours will be devoted to homework and sessions with the child. The last hour will be free, and I can even make him dinner. But that doesn’t mean that during that time I can’t talk to Jaemin. Once the child’s trust is built, he can be free to talk and express whatever he wants. So he will still be under constant supervision. I will be very careful with him, every detail.”

Jake looked you in the eyes, occasionally glancing at your lips, but listening attentively. You seemed sweet to him, you were dedicated, and your explanation seemed serious. You seemed so cute to him that he smiled broadly and instinctively showed his teeth.

“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you, I understand. Let’s go meet Jaemin.”

He quickened his pace, walking in front of you, but then turned to look at you, almost forgetting to mention something.

“Oh. I’ll be here tonight. Tomorrow you can pick him up from school. His teachers already know who you are.”

You smiled softly and followed him down the hallway, but not before he whispered softly that you could take a pair of slippers and leave your shoes at the entrance.

You were a little shy, but you knew your job very well. Still... Mr. Sim’s manly but sweet presence intimidated you a little. You followed his pace as you watched his back and noticed his exquisite fragrance. He seemed to be kind and not a cold man with money... although as you examined his apartment, you noticed that something was missing... slightly more coziness, in a way. But you knew it was common, since he was a recently divorced father.

Your cynical, young—and unprofessional—side thought of all the advantages of a man like him being single. But no, he was the father of one of your new patients. Under no circumstances could you get close to him like that.

Finally, you arrived at the large, spacious living room. The little boy was sitting cross-legged, quietly drawing on the nightstand. As soon as he heard his father’s footsteps, he looked up and was surprised to see a young woman accompanying his father. Jaemin already knew, his mother had told him that a young woman was going to take care of him for a couple of hours until his father came home... yet he was still impressed with his sweet innocence of a child meeting someone new.

“Jaemin... I want to introduce you to someone. This is Y/n... The girl your mommy told you about who will take care of you and play with you these days until I come home, okay?”

The little boy followed his father with his eyes as he nodded gently. His father sat down on the long sofa, and then Jaemin looked at you. You almost sighed when you saw the adorable child. He was exactly like his father. An exact, smaller version of him in appearance. Same dreamy, sparkling eyes, nose, soft dark hair. You could have died of cuteness right there, but you kept your sanity and approached the little boy as you put your bag aside and knelt down to be at the right height.

You looked at him tenderly and said hello.

“Hello, Jaemin! Nice to meet you.”

The little boy quickly stood up, reaching his adorable height of one meter, and bowed in front of you, taking you by surprise.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Sim Jae-min.”

The little boy spoke loudly, clearly, and politely in his cute high-pitched voice, then smiled subtly. He was the sweetest child. You knew you were going to have intense episodes of high levels of cuteness in a job like this, but no one prepared you for the sweetest Sim boy.

“And... what are you doing? What are you drawing? Do you mind if I draw something too?”

The boy shook his head gently and handed you his crayons and a blank sheet of paper.

“I was playing karaoke with Daddy, b-but now I’m drawing my friend Jungseok and me in our piano class.”

The idea of Jake doing karaoke amused you a little.

Jaemin was brilliant. The kind of kid you noticed because he shone on his own.

“Oh, really? I’ve heard a lot about you and how you love music. What do you like most about it?”

You spoke in a soft but neutral tone, letting him know that he could hold a conversation.

“That... sounds nice!”

“Can I ask you what your favorite song is?”

“Mmm... Baby Shark!”

Jake groaned in the background, like, not again.

“And the Halloween song from the movie that mommy loves and watches with me,” he continued. “What’s your favorite song?”

“Mine is... Baby Shark too.”

Jaemin stopped drawing for a moment and looked at you, squinting, “I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“You’re an adult like Daddy, so you can’t like that song.”

You smiled, feeling embarrassed, surprised, and proud of his critical thinking skills for his age. There was certainly something captivating about the little boy, his clever way of expressing himself, and how his resume left you slightly impressed. You knew there was much to learn from him, but it was only your first encounter. You were eager to get to know him better and were happy that he was socially open with you; that was a very good sign.

“I finished my drawing! Are you done?”

You noticed how he stood up energetically and slightly impatiently.

“Sure! Do you want to play something else?”

“Mmm... yes, Daddy can come.”

Meanwhile... Jake couldn’t believe his eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen another woman show such warmth toward Jaemin. He was fascinated, observing every little detail of how you treated him.

Time passed... and Jake made dinner for his son, inviting you to sit at the table with them. You were so embarrassed, wanting to decline the offer, but you ended up sitting next to the Sim boys, having dinner at the same table.

Jake loved the way your cheeks turned red with shyness, and even though both of your attention was focused on little Jaemin’s enthusiastic chatter, Jake couldn’t help but glance at you from time to time and ask himself all kinds of questions about you. He felt extremely strange, a feeling so old that it had left his body... slowly returning the more time he spent with you, it was difficult to control.

Finally, Jake gave him a warm bath, then took him to bed, read him a story softly, and made sure he was asleep. That tender scene was etched in your mind. He was extremely sweet with his son—so willing to play with him, talk to him, hug him, carry him, and kiss him tenderly.

And the little boy fell asleep, just in time for your short 3-hour shift to end.

“What do you think?” Jake said softly in the hallway just before you left.

“I think... he’s a very sweet boy. I hope talking to him will continue to be easy in the future.”

Jake smiled, satisfied, placing his hands on his hips. Thinking that bringing out his son’s sweetest side was also due to being with one of the sweetest women, he wanted to give you some credit.

“Oh, do you want me to order you a car to take you home?” he offered generously with a look of soft concern.

“No need... Jake. Thank you. The company assigns me a car because I’ll be picking up Jaemin from school.”

“Oh, I see...”

Jake didn’t want to say goodbye to you, or have you out of his sight, at least not that night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow... when you come after work. I have the code to enter.”

You can visit him anytime, you already know the apartment code, that was what his heart and mind said. You were the first to say goodbye, but even though you looked relaxed, your heart was pounding. You couldn’t help the undeniable attraction you felt for him. Maybe... you liked him a little. And the fact that he was a sweet, devoted man to his adorable little boy made it worse. He was truly the prince of your dreams.

You left, leaving Jake with a feeling of emptiness and silence. Still, he smiled. Thinking about how innocent the feeling growing inside him was... of being able to like someone again. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. It was silly, corny, sweet, to think about you... about the gentleness and affection with which you treated Jaemin. He knew it was your job, but something inside him told him that... it was simply your nature.

Jake thought it was so typical... that he was starting to like the woman who showed affection, kindness, and decency to the one he loved most in this world, his son. And besides, his little boy seemed happy and comfortable with you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Could it be that maybe... just maybe... it could be you?

[portgasdwrld]

★ Naked in bed.pt2

⋆ ★NSFW content, suggestive

⋆ ★featuring: Sanji, Ace, Buggy (all the simps), GN!reader

⋆ ★authors note: you ask ! You shall receive 🫶🏻

Sanji

Congrats, you killed the man

jokes aside, we all know how Sanji is down bad and you better believe that when it comes to HIS lover?? He’s more down bad than you can imagine

So it started all because you realized your underwear/sleepwear started to smell like smoke so you thought a great solution would be to just go sleep naked and then take a shower in the morning. Then your clothes would be technically safe from the smell.

Sanji was already lying in bed, heavily anticipating you changing into your pyjama or lingerie before bed. You could sense your boyfriend heavy gaze on your body.

You smirked to yourself and started to remove your first layer normally and then you attacked the rest. He cleared his throat and mumbled your name under his shaky breath as he was faced to your nude body.

« Y-y/n..? »

« I hope you don’t mind baby, I just don’t wanna smell like smoke »

His nose is bleeding and he’s quick to pull you by your arm into him. Your body falls on top of him and he’s already kissing you as his hands roam all over your curves.

« Who would complain about this..»

He finally replies with a smirk and mischievous eyes. He’s so down bad for you.

Ace

Ace devil fruit power is very useful when it’s cold, when it’s time to defeat powerful enemies, and so on. But when the ship is in a summer island territory and the heat is almost unbearable, sleeping with Ace who has a high body temperature can be hard.

You lay down on his bed with nothing but small shorts and a tank top as you wonder how long you’re going to have to endure the heat. Your eyes were growing heavy as fatigue started to grow in you, but you knew that even the little clothes you have on you right now, felt irritating.

Sleeping naked doesn’t seem like such a bad idea…

That’s what you do, you remove your clothes and lay down again on the bed, waiting for the commander to find you. Then you hear the door slowly open with a distant goodbye from your boyfriend to someone behind the door.

« Oh- Uh hey there? »

He smirks as he put his hat down and starts removing his accessories. You push your upper body up and stare at your lovely freckled man.

« Hey.. » you say in a sleepy tone. Aces eyes are devouring you and you feel butterflies in your stomach as his eyes linger shamelessly.

« Thé weather is too hot, so I thought I would sleep naked… »

« Umm, I see »

He says as he sits on the bed and let his hand play with your hair.

« My baby can’t handle the heat? »

You nod with a small pout and lean into his touch.

« How about I make your forget about it and give you a good reason to sweat »

You blush and truly who were you to deny anything to this man when he looked at you with so much love and lust.

« Sure.. » you smile as you pull him into a kiss.

Buggy

You felt lazy to put clothe on after your shower so you just walked back to the bed and laid down there. You found again the article you started to read on the nightstand but stopped as you got interrupted earlier. With that you forgot that you were still nude on your bed.

That was until Buggy walked into your shared room with a screech, his eyes popping out of his face.

« What are you doing naked like that ??? »

He screamed-whispered in panic. He didn’t know if he was totally turned on or shocked, maybe both.

You finally turned to him and looked at yourself slowly and back to him. Your mouth gasped a little, but you didn’t care because it was your boyfriend and it wasn’t like it was his first time seeing you naked lol.

« Aren’t you overreacting babe? » you chuckled as you turned your body more to his direction and let the article fall on the bed.

« What if it wasn’t me who walked in?? Are you insane?! »

He said as he walked into your direction. You knew how to shut him up, so you just pulled him harshly by his collar into you and smashed your lips into his. You then ran your hands over his clothed torso and pulled out to whisper into his ear.

« But it’s you , isn’t it? So how about you take care of me instead Captain »

He’s blushing and groping your body.

« If that all you want, don’t ask me twice »

He smirks and dive back into kissing you, having the upper hand this time.

[discordantwritings]

Creative Cures (Mihawk x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, sex pollen trope (but it’s a devil fruit power), the inherent dubcon of sex pollen but the con is as con as it can get under the circumstances, intercrural sex, PiV sex, creampie, mild cumplay, semi public sex

WC: 3.3k

Summary: As a relatively high ranking Marine doctor you were in charge of Dracule Mihawk’s post mission check ups. Normally you don’t have to do anything- until he shows up sick.

The only solution both you and him can agree on is a little… unconventional

Notes: I (lovingly) blame @fanaticsnail for this. All of her lovely sex pollen fics pushed me over the edge to write this one so go check hers out. Go.

Tagging: @keiva1000

Most Marines didn’t like it when Mihawk had to come check in and give his after mission report in person. But you barely considered yourself a Marine anyways, always thinking of yourself as a doctor first before anything. A doctor who just so happened to be in charge of doing all of Mihawk’s post mission check ups.

Of course it took him a while to actually agree to do any sort of post mission work, but despite his generally sour attitude inside the Marines base he was never mean to you. Dismissive? Sure. Non-compliant with any medical advice you’d give? Yes. But that’s what you dealt with on a day to day basis. He was one of the few people you could have intelligent conversation with- he would listen to you and you would cherish the snippets of traveling stories you would get out of him.

Your check ups were never more than a handful of minutes, you had never seen him get more than a scratch, but he always let you run down your required checklist. Despite this you always cleared out half your day, just in case. So today, a day he was set to check in at your base, you sat patiently in your office until he was done talking with your superiors.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Until, finally, there was a frantic knock on your door before a frazzled looking cadet burst in. You immediately stand up and get serious- mass injuries were unfortunately commonplace for you to deal with and he had the scared look of someone who just saw a ship roll in half destroyed.

“Doctor-“

“How bad.”

“It’s Mihawk.”

That caught you entirely off guard and your stomach drops. “How bad?”

“We don’t know. He was giving his report and then he looked flushed and that’s when he ran out. Apparently he’s locked himself in some spare office and won’t come out.” He explains and you slowly get more and more concerned.

You quickly grab your bag and sling in over your shoulder, practically pushing the cadet out the door with you as you order him to show you where Mihawk is. It’s a quick jog down hallways and stairs but eventually you get to a door with two cadets on either side. One of your captains is leaning on the wall across from the door looking exasperated.

“The only thing he’s telling us is to leave him alone.” The captain explains, gesturing to the door.

You sigh and walk up to the door, rapping on it with your knuckles. “Mihawk, you’ve got everyone worried out here.”

A few seconds pass before you hear Mihawk’s voice, muffled from behind the steel door. “Doctor?”

“Everyone said you looked sick.” You explain.

There’s a long pause and you’re about to speak again before you hear his voice. “You all need to get out of here.”

You see the captain throw up his hands in your peripheral and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Turning your attention back to your fellow Marines you gesture down the hallway.

“Give me a few minutes alone with him.” You don’t need to tell them twice, and they eagerly take the relief.

You wait a few beats for them to clear out and then turn your attention back to the door. “Alright, it’s just us.”

“I thought I made it clear that all of you needed to leave me alone.” You can tell he’s close to the door, which you take as somewhat of a good sign.

“Look, if it’s something contagious I just need to know. If it’s something embarrassing I’m a doctor and I take confidentiality incredibly seriously.” There’s silence and you lean on the door. “Just let me help you.”

You hear him moving behind the door and then the heavy sound of the lock turning. You give him a few seconds before you enter, closing the door after yourself immediately.

All the lights are off, only the small amount of light through the high circular windows illuminating the space. It takes you a second to locate Mihawk but eventually you find him, shoulders hunched as he leans on an abandoned desk. It’s jarring to see his normally perfect posture gone and even in the low light you can see the intense flush over his face and exposed chest. You don’t need a thermometer to see that his temperature is dangerously high.

“What happened?” You don’t approach him, hoping the space gives him some comfort.

“It was-“ He breaks off as he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Some Devil Fruit user. Don’t know what the power was but I inhaled some smoke and then-“

He trails off and you know you’re probably in a bit over your head. Devil Fruit powers could be quite literally anything. You shove all that down though and hope your nervousness doesn’t show. “What are your symptoms?”

Mihawk shakes his head. “This was a mistake I shouldn’t have let you in you need to-“

“Mihawk I need you to tell me.” You’re unsure where this confidence is coming from, there’s not a world in which you would ever be in a position to tell a warlord what to do. But to your surprise, it works.

“I’ll kill you if you tell anyone.” He practically growls.

“You have my word.”

“Fine.” You see him shift and it looks like he’s uncomfortable in his own skin. “I have a fever, I am experiencing some mental fog, and my senses seem to be heightened.”

It’s your years as a doctor that let you immediately know he’s holding something back. “And?”

His gaze darts up and he glares at you making your blood run ice cold. If looks could kill you would be a pile of viscera on the floor. Despite this, he does give you and answer.

“I am in an… unnatural state of arousal.”

Oh.

That would certainly explain a few things.

You let your doctor brain take over as you set your bag on the ground, opening it and looking through what you have. Medication wouldn’t help since the cause was a Devil Fruit power but…

“Okay. I have a few ideas.” You reach into your bag and pull out an ice pack, throwing it over to Mihawk who easily catches it and presses it to his forehead. “The first is what you are doing, which is isolate until the effect stops. I’m not sure this is the best idea since you seem to be incredibly uncomfortable.”

“What else.”

“I could sedate you and hopefully have it flushed out of your system by the time you wake up.” You offer, showing him the vial of clear liquid.

“Absolutely not. I refuse to be further incapacitated around you Marines.” He spits out the last word and you would be offended if you actually considered yourself a Marine.

“Alright. Those are my… sensible ideas.”

“Which implies there are insensible ones. Spit it out.”

You can’t blame him for being short but it didn’t make your next concepts any easier to say. “I could find you someone to… ride it out with.”

That idea hangs in the air and you watch Mihawk screw his eyes shut, clearly struggling. “I don’t- it’s insufferable enough to be vulnerable on a Marine base but you want to bring in some stranger-“

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

A thought pops into your head as you scramble for more ideas as Mihawk’s composure slowly keeps slipping. It’s a stupid thought, one a doctor like you shouldn’t have even had. But in the moment, pressed for ideas, it tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think properly about it.

“I would help you.”

You realize what you’ve said a moment too late and wish that somehow the floor would swallow you whole. It’s not like you don’t want to- it’s clear that your stupid monkey brain has always held on an attraction to the incredibly handsome warlord- but offering yourself up like this?

Beyond wildly inappropriate.

“Don’t say things like that.” Mihawk says as he backs up a few steps and shame hits you like a brick wall.

“I’m so sorry- it was- you shouldn’t be with anyone when you’re compromised like this I’ll just-“ You fumble over your words and quickly turn to unlock the door and get out of there.

Before your hand can even reach the handle an arm comes out from behind you and slams on the door. Suddenly you feel the intense heat of Mihawk’s body behind you, heavy breath fanning over the back of your neck. He doesn’t press into your body but instead hovers and your mind can’t quite keep up with the sudden change in events.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it.” His voice is low and dripping with lust.

Your gaze is locked forward as you try to control your breathing. “I meant it.”

“Last chance.”

The professional part of your brain gets smashed to smithereens as he presses his body against yours. “If you’re sure you want this then-“

The air is knocked out of your lungs as he steps forward, pushing you harshly into the door. One hand knots in your hair while the other snakes around your waist and pulls you in impossibly closer. The grip on your hair forces your head to the side, giving Mihawk the space to attack your neck, teeth digging into your skin immediately. As he does so he grinds his hips up and you can feel just how painfully hard he is against your ass.

The hand on your waist pulls at your uniform pants and you quickly get the idea, using your free hands to shove them down. You’re only able to get them just over your ass with how your legs are pressed apart by Mihawk’s but that seems to be enough for him. His hands leave you for a second and you hear the clatter of his belt before both hands tightly grip your hips.

You feel his cock slide between your folds, not entering you but instead sliding between your lips. His shaft is almost scorching hot as it slides against your clit, slick dripping from you and easing his shallow and fast thrusts.

“I just- fuck I just have to take the edge of your so-“ The grip on your hips is bruising as he holds you still to use you.

“It’s alright just-“ You can practically feel every vein against your sensitive clit and you bring one of your hands up and back to dig into his hair.

The scratch of your nails in his scalp is all Mihawk needs to tip over the edge, grunting as he spills onto the door and your thighs. You feel his heavy breath on your neck as he collects himself but the hardness against you doesn’t fade. You hear frustration in a low growl against your back but despite this he places kisses over the deep bite marks he created on your neck.

Slowly Mihawk pries his body away from yours and you take the opportunity to quickly toe off your shoes and slip your pants all the way off. When you turn around you see Mihawk watching you from a large chair, slowly pumping his cock, soaking from you slick.

“Get the rest of that god awful uniform off doctor.” You quickly discard your jacket and pull your shirt over your head, earning an appreciative hum from Mihawk. “What a pity you have to hide all that.”

You flush under his compliment and piercing gold gaze. With his free hand he beckons you over and you obey without hesitation. The second you’re close enough he pulls you into his lap, your thighs pushed apart by his spread ones. Your hands grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself as his hands find your hips once more.

“Normally I would work you open darling but-“ He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your scent. “You can take it, can’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply before one incredibly strong hand pushes you down while the other lines himself up with your entrance. You don’t fight him as his tip presses into you, stretching you out. You curse as he pushes into you a bit faster than you can adjust, but probably significantly slower than he wants to fuck into you. The sting feels good mixed with the way Mihawk curses and praises you under his breath, words barely understandable as his fingers bruise your waist.

“Just like that- so fucking tight-“ He mouths at your collarbone as you sink down and your head falls back as he splits you open.

Soon enough your hips meet his and you moan and dig your nails into Mihawk’s shoulders. He can’t help but shallowly thrust up into you, hot breath fanning over your skin as his instincts seem to overwhelm him. Once you feel ready you work to move your hips in time with his, pulling yourself up and down further on his length.

“That’s it- you’ve been waiting for an excuse to fuck yourself on my cock huh? Proper little doctor- I’ve seen how you- fuck- how you look at me.” You flush with embarrassment and look down to see his golden eyes blown out by darkness.

Maybe you should have some shame, knowing you were seen through so easily, but when he looks up at you like that you can’t think of anything else. You quickly press your lips to his and he seems caught off guard for a second- only to quickly overtake the kiss. One strong hand grips the back of your neck and holds you in place as his tongue slips between your lips. You stay like this until your lungs scream at you and you push yourself back and gasp for air.

You’re about to lean in for another kiss when you notice Mihawk’s gaze quickly dart to the door. You’re confused for a second but soon a loud knocking bounces off the steel door.

“Doctor- status report?” One of the cadets yells through the door and you swear under your breath.

You stop your movements, hoping to catch your breath and sound somewhat put together but Mihawk has other ideas. The second you falter he grabs your hips and starts moving you up and down effortlessly and when you glare at him he only grins up at you.

Seems he still has the mental capacity to be an ass.

“We are-“ You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to stop a moan after a skillfully directed thrust. “We are quarantining until some of my tests are- are done processing.”

There’s a pause before the cadet responds. “Okay… are you alright? You’re not sick are you?”

When one of Mihawk’s hands leave your hips you know something is up and you’re able to bite down on your hand in time to stifle the moan that leaves your body when his skilled fingers find your clit. You’re so close to an orgasm but you fight it back just long enough to get this stupid cadet out of here.

“Quarantine this hallway until my further say- that’s an order!” You yell out and you hope and pray the cadet doesn’t hear the pleasure in your voice.

“Y-Yes!” The voice shouts back and you hope he’s running down the hall because you can’t take this anymore.

“What would your fellow Marines think?” Mihawk’s voice, cruel and playful, rings in your ears. “They’re precious doctor getting fucked stupid by a pirate- fuck you like that don’t you?”

You can only nod, overwhelmed by hick cock and fingers skillfully taking you apart.

“You’re squeezing me so tight- just- need you to cum all over my cock- you can do that can’t you? Cum for me-“ There’s a hint of desperation in his voice and his command breaks any last tethers you were using to hold off your orgasm snap.

Mihawk swears loudly as your walls convulse around him and it’s only seconds later he’s holding your hips down hard against his and spilling inside you. You lay your forehead on Mihawk’s shoulder as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Even after you catch your breath he’s still hard inside you and you know you’re not done yet.

“I just want to see- hold on.” Is the only warning you get before Mihawk is standing up.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips but his strong hands on your ass are more than enough to keep you up. He moves a few feet to the desk, setting you down on it and tapping your thigh once you’re settled. You get the idea and unlatch your legs, letting him slip out and away from you.

“Let me see.” Mihawk says as he pushes your knees apart, eyes transfixed between them. “Fuck.”

He watches as his cum leaks out of you, his fingers quickly scooping it up and shoving it back inside of you. In any other headspace you might think that was disgusting but the way he watches you and is claiming you makes it incredibly arousing. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers up to your mouth and you automatically take them between your lips, tasting the mix of your fluids.

“I’m- fuck- you’re perfect.” He seems reluctant to take his fingers from your mouth but the second both his hands are free he’s easily flipping you around and pushing your chest into the desk.

There’s no warning before he’s plunging into you again, your hips roughly meeting the edge of the wooden desk. You don’t really feel the pain amongst the pleasure, oversensitive from your previous orgasm. You feel open mouth kisses pepper your spine as he thrusts into you from behind. While one of his hands stays on your hips- your skin practically indented in the shape of his fingers there now- one reaches down to your thigh, giving it a squeeze before he pushes your leg upwards. The new angle is heavenly as you just let yourself be used- sliding forwards and backwards on the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Need you to- fuck darling I just need you to cum on me again- please I need to feel it-“ Mihawk sounds so desperate, a whine to his voice that he no longer can hide. “Just a little bit more for me-“

Your body seems to crave following his commands and another orgasm is ripped from your sensitive body. Only a few moments later you feel him cum inside you again, and you’re confident at this point he’s dripping out of you onto the floor.

“So good for me- taking all my cum-“ He’s breathless as he pulls out of you again and you don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at your fucked out hole.

When he actually give you space for a minute you turn your head, still using the table to support your weight. “You feel better?”

“Hm…” His hand skates up your back, soothing you. “Feeling just sated enough to get you back to the room I’m staying in.”

The prospect of going more rounds was overwhelming but you can’t deny that you wanted it more than anything. One problem.

“If anyone sees me I think they’ll figure out some of what happened.” From your messed up hair, the bruises forming on your neck, and the fact that there’s no way you’ll be able to walk normally- yeah it’ll be obvious you were just fucked within an inch of your life.

“Oh doctor.” He pulls you up off the desk and places a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead. “If anyone else sees you like this I’ll kill them.”

[flawseer]

On Mudwing Culture

My last deliberation on Seawings and their eccentric insult vocabulary seemed to be well-received, so here is another one of my headcanons:

Mudwings are seriously into food.

I know, pretty revolutionary take when there is only a handful of named Mudwing characters, and two of them love eating so much that it either almost or entirely eclipses their personality.

But Clay and Ochre are not what I am talking about. This isn’t about a love of eating (though many Mudwings admittedly do have that). I’m suggesting that, out of all the tribes from Pyrrhia, Mudwings are at the forefront of food preparation and culinary innovation, to the point where a large part of their culture revolves around it.

The State of Food Preparation on the Continent

Pyrrhia as a conglomerate of different cultures largely sustains its populations through hunting and gathering. The average dragon, when the hunger pangs set in, will make a hasty trip into the nearest forest, cave, or scavenger den and round up some prey animals. In most cases, this prey will go straight from the talons to the mouth, or, if the hunter is a bit more forward-thinking, into the pantry, and then from talons to the mouth.

There are a few variations of this practice; Skywings may give the carcass a quick roast on an open flame before eating it, Sandwings may dry the meat out so the excess moisture does not upset their internal water balance, Rainwings will prefer fruit over meat. Icewings will nearly always consume their prey raw and unseasoned, as their extremely delicate palate is easily overwhelmed by intense flavors that may be released through cooking.

More complex forms of food preparation seem to exist mostly outside the scope of the general populace. The practice of “cooking” appears to be limited to the ranks of aristocracy, with dedicated cooks only found within the court of a queen or in private households of other high-born individuals. It creates a sharp divide between commoners and social elites, between the wealthy and (as Sea Queen Coral once put it so succinctly) the “eel-eating masses”. All exemplified through the differing standards of food.

And yet somehow, standing in stark contrast to everywhere else on the continent, nearly every Mudwing-- from the most low-born runts of the Diamond Spray Delta to the most decorated head advisors in the Queen’s palace --knows how to cook, and will do so regularly.

Why is that, and how did it happen?

Historical Benefits of Cooking

Most things that form the backbone of a culture usually start with some ancient practice that was useful at some point in time and then, as people kept doing it, eventually got absorbed into public awareness and became “the way things are done”.

Mudwings face a unique challenge compared to anyone else, as they are the only tribe whose combat prowess is significantly affected by their environment, specifically climate, weather, and temperature. Sure, you can take any dragon, drop them into an unfavorable climate, and they will generally perform worse than under normal circumstances. But the unique weakness of Mudwings is that they lose their breath weapon when they get too cold. Place an Icewing into a burning room and they will still be able to use their frost breath. Pluck a Sandwing from their dry environment and drop them into the humid, sweltering hell of the jungle, their natural weapons will still function. But make a Mudwing cower between two piles of snow for a while, and their internal fire will go out quickly.

As you might imagine, this is a bit of a liability when you have to defend your territory from Skywings hiding and scheming among the frozen peaks bordering your country.

So the ancient Mudwings had to figure out a solution to their conundrum, and what they came up with was this: They got a large pot and filled it with water, threw in all manner of meats, plants, and herbs, whatever they could find where they were holed up, then boiled it until it was good and filling. The hot food in their bellies helped them stay warm even at high altitudes and allowed them to stand their ground against the northwestern invaders.

Soon it became tradition for troops to share a hotpot the night before battle, and a rich variety of hearty broths and stews developed from there, as these were simple to make from scraps and could be reheated easily. The practice became so popular, the Mudwings kept doing it even during peacetime. Soon, in addition to the hunting of prey animals that was commonplace, Mudwings began to cultivate vegetable gardens to have access to a more stable supply of ingredients. Eventually, their growing understanding of agriculture allowed them to grow rice, which was especially well-suited to the abundance of wetlands found in their territory. Everyone was cooking now.

The Role of Food in Mudwing Society

If you ask several Mudwings which core values represent their tribe best, many would likely put forward some variation of “camaraderie”, “family”, or “loyalty to your sibs”. They are a very social people who form deep bonds with those whom they grew up with, and one of the most direct ways to grow close to someone is to share your meals with them every day. As such, the preparation and consumption of food is a vital part in maintaining cohesion between members of a Mudwing sibling group.

Every one of these groups will have a “Bigwings”, which is understood to be a combination of a leader and caretaker role. The Bigwings is aware of all of their sibs’ culinary preferences and needs and has all of the troop’s recipes memorized. When mealtime approaches, he or she makes the call on what kind of dish will be prepared and delegates roles and tasks to the troop. This is a daily exercise that builds the Bigwings’ authority and communication skills, and reinforces trust and familiarity between all siblings.

Next to the Bigwings is the Gatherer, which historically was a role assigned to one or more troop members who foraged for wild vegetables or hunted more prey if the previous communal hunt did not yield enough. While this is still true today, many Gatherers also maintain a garden or wet patch to source fresh vegetables or grain for meals.

And lastly there is the Communicator, which is a role usually assigned to the most social and charismatic sibling. The Communicator is vital for coordinating battle strategies with other troops, which, while very important, is not really all that relevant for this deliberation. What is relevant however, is the role they fulfill during peacetime, which is to set up joint meals between two or more sibling groups. This practice is critical for maintaining morale, as doing this regularly helps expand the troop’s palette and keep their Bigwings inspired. That way the troop’s collection of recipes stays fresh and innovative instead of turning stale and rigid.

Of course how much each troop values culinary exploits varies between individuals. Some Mudwing groups are outspokenly passionate about cooking and advancing their craft. They might view their work as an expression of art and get very upset or offended if you indicate that thinking about food is unimportant or a waste of time. Some extreme cases may even get angry at you if you waste ingredients or refuse to elevate a dish to its fullest potential by not seasoning it well or doing something else to ruin it. Other groups may be more relaxed and casual about food preparation, and a few might even not think about it much at all.

If a Mudwing invites you to dinner, it is paramount to figure out which of these groups they belong to beforehand, so you may get an understanding of how much of a threat this outing may pose to your health, especially if you are an Icewing or Seawing with a limited palate.

Is there any evidence for this in the books?

To my knowledge, there isn't much. Mostly because there isn't much about Mudwings and their culture in general. Across all the books, only one of them has a Mudwing protagonist, and the vast majority of it is spent in the Sky Kingdom, so his roots don't get a lot of exposure. Then whenever another Mudwing comes into the story, they tend to exit it very quickly after, without being able to share more.

I made this theory for myself largely in response to Mudwing culture being such a big question mark. I initially came up with it when I saw a Mudwing gardener in Escaping Peril and thought "That could be a cool direction for the tribe." The guidebook that released recently gave me some additional pointers with regards to a few of the looser points of this theory.

I'm hoping it is interesting, or at the very least entertaining in some way.

[lovetei]

may u do how the om brothers would act with a bimbo mc who's like ..... scarily dumb 💀 like think Karen Smith x10 (gn mc but i don't remember the gn word for bimbo😭i think it's like thembo or something but im not sure. english isnt my first language so i might have made some mistakes😅)

I think bimbos are cute 🤭🤭

I fully believe getting treated like this by them would solve 99 percent of my problems.

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How would the brothers react to an MC who is a complete bimbo?

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified (even though bimbo is used to degrade a beautiful but unintelligent woman or frivolous young woman, I used "bimbo" in this scenario as someone who's attractive but unintelligent), slight dark themes, slightly deregatory

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

At first, he found you annoying

How come your only solution to problems is "Be pretty"

It's insane how stupid you were, what do you mean you don't know how to spell the orange fruit?

But soon after, he started to find you interesting

After meeting you, he believed that it's not the professionals that are dangerous, it's the newbies

It's interesting how they can never guess what's your next move

When you two got in a more romantic relationship though, he started treating you like a complete child

You would sit on his lap in a meeting while swinging your feet and you asked him, "Luci baby~ what's the investment thing you're talking about? Is that like, shopping?"

He would just chuckle and squeeze your cheek softly, "Don't think about it, little MC don't need to worry their pretty little head over something so trivial~"

MAMMON

Even though people think of him as someone who's as stupid as you

He proves them wrong when he started to act like a complete mature man around you

No funny pranks or anything, he's just taking care of you because "How can his pretty little survive in hell without him, hmm?~"

And you'll just giggle at him and continue clinging on his arm

He would walk around the academy and each time, it's either he's holding you or your stuffs

Some people would find your things on his bag and he'd just shrug it off

Though at first, he thought you as a nuisance

He started to like it how you depend on him so much

"Mams how do I use this??"

"Mams don't leave!~~"

Oh, how his heart speed up whenever you ask him for help for the smallest of things

It's alright, MC, this strong demon will protect this pretty little human.

LEVIATHAN

He hated how you used to look at him like he's some animal in a zoo

"What?? How come little Levi don't like going in parties?!"

With those pretty, glossy lips of yours and that tiny brain in your head.

He hated how you wore your uniform, can't you see how innapopriate your uniform is?!

Is the skirt supposed to be that short?!

Is that shirt supposed to have only three buttons closed?!

Why is your pants so tight?!

But once you got close to him

Oh, the contrast between the two of you made others heart flutter

Other people saw it as "Discord mod x d kitten" in the best way

But his brothers

They saw it as "the nastiest pervert x the prettiest girl"

You don't want to know why

He'll just be there sitting with his arms around your waist grumbling, "Ah, people are so noisy... Let's just stay in my room, okay?"

If that's the only thing he'll say, you might find it normal but of course, he has to say something to ruin it

"This pretty sheep won't refuse me now, will they? After all the snacks and candies I've given them, this pretty sheep will sure come with me, right?"

SATAN

As someone who values knowledge and education more than anyone among the brothers

You must've thought he'll hate you

Well, you're right

At first

Everytime your test exams will come back, he'll be the one to sigh the loudest

But after the tutoring session Lucifer planned for the two of you, to help you increase your scores

It's been different

Well, it's not like you're studying, psh, never

Satan gives you cheat sheets or tells you the answers secretly

He'll be next to you every exam and his hand will secretly on your thighs, or sometimes, even higher

Then he'll caress your skin to tell you the answer

Of course, after exams scores are released you have to give him a reward

One kiss for every correct answer, that's the reward

But since you wished for it, he'll pretend to be a good tutor and act like you really studied instead of cheating

"Ah, my baby is so smart~ look, the only thing you got wrong is the last part! Butt that's okay, it's really hard, especially for someone as innocent as my baby..."

Then he'll pepper your face with kisses

ASMODEUS

You two are a match made in heaven and hell

The moment you arrived with those leopard prints, he knew you two will have fun together

Shipping sprees and all

The internet will break everytime you two post on social media

He'll help you get in the high society of Devildom

And of course, get you a pass to the freakiest parties in hell

You two are practically beasts in parties

The most breath taking clothes and the sexiest proportions, what a combo

And the two of you will drunkly stumble inside the house, well, you will.

He's the only person who knew about you and Satan's little deal too

"Hi my prettiest baby! How's my apprentice doing?!~" He said while squeezing your cheeks

Yes, your cheeks

It doesn't matter if it's the cheeks on your face or your ass

He's squeezing them

BEELZEBUB

He wasn't annoyed or anything

In fact, he's worried for you

"It's okay, MC. I will protect you, just tell me whoever says mean things about you."

He acts like your body guard

Always beside you whenever you have to go by yourself, we'll, not by yourself anymore

Always carrying your bags

Your little make up

Holding your clothes as you shop

Paying for you

Everything, who knew who might take advantage of you if he isn't there

That's not all

He's always carrying you too

"My feet hurts so bad! Beel!"

Is how all of it started

The next day, and so on

Everytime he sees you, he's scooping you up and carrying you on his arms

BELPHEGOR

He knew you were dumb

Please, he has this sense where he can find out if someone is dumb just by hearing them form a sentence

And so far, yours is the most... You know.

He's one of the most manipulative, but also one of the most protective

He hates it when someone else use his dirty tactics on you

But that stop him from doing those dirty tactics on you again

He just loves it when you're so... Naive.

He chuckles everytime you tried to think for yourself once in a blue moon and would ruin it with a,

"Shhh... Don't think about pretty, it's better when you're dumb and dependent."

And you, who sadly didn't take that as an insult, just nodded and made him chuckle even more

Gosh, he wonders how much it will take for you to break.

[dipperscavern]

potion brewing ✨✨✨✨✨ very specific but I need Cregan eating out his pregnant wife 😭 she’s just so needy and he’s so busy but he always finds him for her

hi lovely, thanks for the ask!! hope u enjoy :3

okay, so, i think cregan would take in careful consideration on how he wants to do this. remember when i said he’d love eating you out laid beneath soft furs in front of the hearth??? none of that!

he’s afraid your back will get sore (🙄) so instead, he always makes sure youre laid on the bed. he’s right, of course, the floor fucks with your back when you’re pregnant (for some reason), but that doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it.

it would be one of his many ways of paying you back for giving him a family, and, strangely, it does great wonders to relieve your emotions (seemingly overwhelming lately). it’s relief that you finally get some of your husbands attention, and finishing melts away your stress like no other. also, cumming on his tongue has always been one of your favorite pass-times.

he’s more gentle with you, and extra careful to gauge your reactions. but he’s also more focused on making you feel good — more so than normally. you’re doing something extraordinary, why shouldn’t you be given an extraordinary orgasm? cregan knows how to give them.

it’s also one of the easier positions, as cregan doesn’t have to do much maneuvering around your belly (not that he minds in the slightest when he does) (he is a strategist after all)

and imagine if you’re a bit overdue. the maesters suggest numerous solutions, none of which help. eating fruit, long walks, exercise, herbal teas, every trick in the book. until one of the older maesters pipes up, adding a quite unordinary method to the mix. imagine that being the one thing that kickstarts you into labor. can you guess what it is? wink and explosion thank you

[mummyemmatojames]

35. A Fussy Toddler: Naptime to the Rescue

Hello, lovely community! Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, with an update on our MDLB and FLR journey after an interesting day with James. He was a fussy little toddler all morning, and after trying to manage it, I stumbled onto a solution that worked wonders—a surprise nap. It’s added a great new tool to my Mummy toolbox, and I’m excited to share how it played out!

A Morning of Fussiness

Today started off rocky—James was fussy from the moment he got up (after I went to get him, per our new morning rule). He kept asking for things in this whiny, restless way that’s rare for him lately. First, it was access to his phone—I’d locked it to 4+ apps, but he wanted more, so I gave in and let him have it for a bit. Then he asked for a biscuit, even though he knows he needs my permission for snacks and I’d rather he have fruit. Next, he begged to play Call of Duty, which he knows Mummy doesn’t like—it’s too grown-up and intense for his little space. It went on like this—pushing one boundary after another, his tone getting grumpier each time I said no or redirected him.

I could tell he wasn’t himself. Normally, he’s pretty good about our rules, but today, it was like he couldn’t settle—everything was a battle, and I was starting to feel worn out. He wasn’t tantruming, just persistently fussy, like a toddler who’s overtired or out of sorts. I tried distracting him with his train set, then a little nursing session, but nothing stuck. That’s when it hit me—maybe he needed a nap.

Naptime Without Warning

I decided to act without overthinking it. Around 11:00 AM, after another round of “But Muuuummy, why not?” about something trivial, I took his hand and said firmly, “That’s enough, sweetheart. It’s nap time.” He looked surprised—no warning, no negotiation—and I led him straight to bed. I grabbed one of the formula bottles I’ve been using to top up his feeds (since I’m not producing enough milk), warmed it up quick, and tucked him in with it. “You’re going to rest now,” I told him, popping the bottle in his mouth and pulling the covers up. He grumbled a little—“I’m not tired, Mummy”—but didn’t fight me hard.

I left the room, turned on the baby monitor, and watched. To my amazement, he was asleep within 20 minutes, bottle half-finished, curled up like a little boy. I’d planned to leave him for a full hour anyway, just to be sure he got a proper break, so I let him stay there, checking the monitor now and then. When I went back at noon to get him up, he was just stirring, rubbing his eyes with this soft, sleepy smile. “Hi, Mummy,” he mumbled, and I could tell the fussiness was gone—he was so much happier, like a reset button had been hit.

A Happier Afternoon—and Bedtime Too

The rest of the day was a dream compared to the morning. James didn’t fuss or complain once after his nap—he played with his Lego quietly, asked for a snack (an apple, which I happily cut up for his safari bowl), and even thanked me without prompting. It was like the grumpiness had melted away, and he was back to his sweet, cooperative self. I’d worried the nap might throw off his early 8:30 PM bedtime—since he already gets plenty of sleep with his 7:30 routine start—but it didn’t. Tonight, he nursed, took his formula top-up, and fell asleep as usual, no fuss at all. The nap seemed to slot right into his day without disrupting anything.

A New Tool in Mummy’s Box

This was such a revelation—a nap as a tool for handling fussiness! I know James gets enough sleep with his early bedtime, so I hadn’t thought he’d need more, but today showed me that even a well-rested little boy can get out of sorts sometimes. That 20-minute snooze (and the full hour of quiet) turned his mood around completely, and it gave me a break too—I sipped tea and regrouped while he rested. It’s definitely going in my Mummy toolbox now—not an everyday thing, but a go-to when he’s fussy or pushing boundaries like he was this morning.

I love how it fits our dynamic too—leading him to bed with a bottle, tucking him in, and checking the monitor felt so natural, like I’m caring for my toddler when he needs it most. It’s another way to guide him, reset him, and keep our day on track. I might even try it again next time he’s cranky—maybe with a little warning so he’s not so surprised, though the no-discussion approach worked well today.

What Do You Think?

I’d love to hear from the community—have you used naps as a fix for fussiness in your dynamic? How do you decide when it’s time, especially if they already sleep early like James? For those with bottles in the mix, does it help settle them for naps like it did for him? And if you’ve got other tricks for turning a fussy day around, I’d be so grateful—I’m always eager to add to my toolbox!

Thank you for being here as we discover these little wins. Seeing James happier after his nap made my day, and I’m so glad this worked out.

With all my love,

Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[pdri8]

apocalypse.

pedri gonzalez x fem!reader. fluff feelings are normal but not when its this.

The best solution to the summer heat was a rainbow popsicle that accumulated all sorts of fruit flavor. So, in the peaked heat of Barcelona, Pedri and you were sitting on the cold floor of your apartment and licking the popsicle as the coldness hit your tongue.

Pedri knew it was your favorite popsicle since he was a kid. You were always the quiet kid in the classroom, not many friends, and you never had the courage to make friends, no matter how much you wanted to.

But Pedri was the popular one, even in kindergarten. Yet, his brown eyes never nervously looked for you, as you did not haste to make any friends; while he was too submerged with friends that he did not have any time for you.

"Take this," Pedri pushed the popsicle he bought with his own pocket money to make you feel better while going home after school. You stared at the popsicle, confused at his gesture.

Quietly without complaining, you took it from his hand, peeling the wrapper; you instantly had a smile upon your face; your smile reached your eyes, creating a small crescent moon. You gave Pedri a thumbs up, nodding as a sign of approval.

Pedri never stopped visiting you, even after his peak fame of daily masterclass every week. Even in this heat, even when your air-conditioner stopped working, Pedri just sat down next to you with sweat forming upon his forehead.

Pedri, who lavishly lived in the more expensive side of Barcelona with his older brother, would not have much of an idea on how often air-conditioner actually malfunctions. Considering how he had your favorite blue standing fan in front of his face, the sweat that was dribbling down his face disappeared as the cold breeze hit his skin.

The room was filled with the sound of the fan, annoyed you lean forward to lower the level of the fan, as it was taking up too much noise in the room of yours.

"Please stop being a crybaby over this." You said before licking the popsicle from the side to welcome the coldness in your tongue. Pedri glanced at you, without realizing, his eyes slowly trailed down to the way your lips were taking the popsicle in.

He gulped, visibly struggling to keep a straight face. Like a child who just entered someone's room for the first time, his eyes roamed around your room; anywhere but you. As unnecessary pictures kept infiltrating his thoughts, he gently clenched his hand.

Pedri was never like this, even in puberty, he was not like this. But recently, he had the urge to always glance at your lips, if you are speaking, if you are biting, and even if you are eating. He felt too embarrassed to accept the pace of his heartbeat, too shy to want to accept that his feelings might have grown a little by little for his best friend.

But the sound of you slurping took a hold of his ears. "Why are you not eating?" You paused, quickly looking slightly up to Pedri, who had his ears slightly red, lips tightly sealed. You raised your eyebrows, "What demon are you fighting within, my friend?" You questioned, holding onto your popsicle rather than licking.

Pedri quickly glanced at you, yet nothing left his lips. Not sure what to say to you, not sure how to explain the way his heart is beating on his throat, and his palm itching to cup your cheeks. So, he shook his head, peeling the wrapper to open the popsicle.

There is no actual point in ruining a well-made friendship, but oh, how much Pedri wanted to jump and ruin this friendship for the sake of just wanting your soft pink plumped lips on him, your rough yet gentle hands running through his skin. Pedri wanted to know all the moles he did not know about, scars he did not know about yet when you looked at him; he just never wanted you to stop looking at him, or looking for him. The fear of losing you held him more than his feelings that harbored over you.

At times, Pedri would see a glimpse of affection passing by your eyes, and simply, he wondered if you felt the same as him. Pedri wondered if his presence clouded your mind about his whereabouts or if his absence drilled a hole in sadness.

But moment like this, where you are sitting next to him with no care about how you look, about how your dyed hair is looking like a birds nest or about the way you are dressed; is something he still fear of losing.

"My friend is setting me up on a date." You said, mouth still occupied with the popsicle. Pedri paused, almost thinking he heard wrong. He hummed in question, with furrowed eyebrows you removed your popsicle and repeated.

"Oh," He acknowledged.

Not knowing what to say, but a small pit of nervousness formed in his stomach, the unexplainable swirl of feeling pooling inside.

He cleared his throat, "Who even does that these days?" He questioned, tone almost mockingly, but you knew him better than anyone. You raised your eyebrows, chuckling. Childishly pinching his cheek, "Are you jealous?" You asked. Pedri does that often, always wanting to level up to show off his competitiveness or wanting to know more yet having a mocking demure on him to not show how much of a loser he can be seldom.

He contemplated for a few seconds, he focused on you. The mischievous smile forming upon your lips, almost like a smirk. Your eyes glistened with amusement at his question, as if his words were only playful to you.

He lowered his popsicle on the floor next to him, twisting his body to face you fully. "Okay, what if I am?" He challenged. Pedri had his heart on his sleeve now, his doe eyes sparkling with so much affection oozing out. You paused, but your heartbeat embarrassed you.

The way it was beating faster with his question as more questions raised within you. "What does that mean?" You softly whispered. Pedri gulped shakingly, looking around your room. He does that often when he is thinking about how to answer in his head or when he is too shy to answer.

You cupped his cheek, making him look at you directly. Then you noticed. The growing redness forming on the apple of his cheeks, his lips slightly red by the biting he did that went unnoticed by you, and his ears had a beetroot color. Pedri almost looked like a red traffic light with how flustered he was looking.

"If it bothers you," you continued softly, caressing his cheek, "I won't go." You finished with a gentle smile falling on your lips. Pedri believed that was an opening, an opening that you might reciprocate back, that you might just feel what he is feeling for you.

His lips formed a small pout, his brown eyes looking at you, a sense of fear terroring in his eyes. "I mean, if you do go, it's just going to be more annoying." He playfully shrugged you off, leaving you more confused once again.

There was this silence, he scrunched his face regretting all the words after it left his lips. Wanting to take that back, you sighed. "You know by now that I love annoying you." You smirked, getting up from the cold floor to throw the popsicle into the rubbish bin.

He sat in silence alone with his feelings almost leaking out from his system, he cannot lose you to some other men again, but . . if he does explain his feelings, then he might just lose you as a friend, and things will become awkward. Slowly, he might never see you again.

What is better? What's worse?

Fighting with his own thoughts, the multiple sounds of a notification caught his attention sneakily glancing at the phone that you left behind.

ynfriend: remember the guy i am setting you up with? he might just be your dream guy, girl.

ynfriend: He is perfect for you.

ynfriend: im so excited !!!

Even before processing the words written by your friend, his feet were already dragging him out of your room into the small living room where you were trying to find snacks out from the cabinet.

"What is your dream guy?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. You closed the cabinet, putting your hand on your waist, again confused by his words. Pedri never asked such questions, he never bothered asking much about what kind of guy you were interested in or how many guys you have been going out with.

"You are being very weird today, Pedri." You laughed lightly, not sure if you have to take his words seriously or not. "Let's go inside and watch a movie together." You said, eyes lightening up as you waved a bag of chips that only you would be eating since Pedri barely eats any snacks.

"So you won't answer me?" He pestered furthermore, still standing there. You groaned, throwing the chips on the dining table. "Why the fuck do you care? Since when?" You fought back, asking him back the same difficult and confusing questions.

Pedri did not answer, again you dealt with his silence. "See, when I ask you back questions, you always do this." You complained more. The weather had been pissing you off, and here you have a male spiece in your apartment, who was not helping.

"Why is your friend saying that the guy she is setting you up is the dream guy for you?" He asked, ignoring all your questions. Only wanting his questions to be answered, selfishly enough, he was dealing with his feelings alone.

"I like a guy who makes time for me, I like a guy who likes me more than anything. I like a guy who can show he cares for me." You confessed. If he wanted answers, then so be it. "I like a guy who wants to be there for me, my smallest achievements, and my biggest. I like a guy my parents would adore having home in Christmas. I like a guy who shows."

"I can do that too." Pedri breathlessly screamed, almost whining out the truth, he shook his head. "No, actually, I am all that. I make time for you even when I am exhausted after training. I cared for you when you broke your arm while cycling down a hill, and I cared for you when you had a fight with your parents." He continued as he walked closer to you.

But your mind was already pacing back and forth at his outburst. His restlessness that edged him to this.

"Your parents love me every christmas. You know I have shown that I care for you more than anyone in this world. I am this dream guy, so do not go out with this guy." Pedri panted, shaking his head in denial.

You froze.

Your ears were ringing at his words, and the heat in your cheek slowly picked its course. Your best friend just confessed to you, he . . did he just?

"Pedri, do you kno-" You nervously smiled, unsure if he knew what he was just screaming out.

"Yes, I know. It is okay if you do not feel the same, I do not want you to force it. I just wanted you to know because . ." He softly said, feeling small in front of you, Pedri had wanted to show that he is a man you could lean into yet here he is, confessing his feelings like a child screaming out loud for everyone to hear.

"You said if it bothers me, you will not go." He gently went back to your words. "And I know I might have fucked this friendship up just a few minutes ago bu-"

Pedri would never forget that feeling. The voices in his head claiming he fucked up slowly disappearing, the thoughts completely being blocked as he felt your soft lips giving a peck against his lips like a breeze.

Before you could pull back, Pedri cupped your cheek with his palm as he leaned towards your lips harshly, as his other hand landed on your waist slowly pulling you into his body heat.

His lips were soft, softer than you imagined it would be. You glazed at his face, gently cupping his cheek to feel the blush that decorated his face beautifully. Pedri had you fully, lips moving perfectly against his.

Trailing around, your hand landed on his soft hair as he pushed you to sit on the dining table, the soft sound of lips crashing against each other, as soft moans escaped from your lips. You grabbed his hair harshly, pulling him away to breathe, but before anything, he was already following your lips for more as he whined.

"Pedri," You warned him.

His hand pressed on the table now, caging you in his small embrace. "I thought about this way too many times." He uttered as his lips danced down your neck.

"Okay, so you just want to sleep with me huh?" You playfully asked. Pedri nuzzled his head in your neck, aggressively shaking his head. "No, no, I really just want to kiss you first." He confessed, still hiding his face.

You played with his hair, not believing just how he was snuggling against you when a while ago, you were ready to give this random guy a chance. "Always had a doubt you were in love with me, when did it start anyway?" You teased him.

Pedri instantly laughed, throwing his head back at your question.

This feeling of winning, he loved it.

[ajearthlinggg]

exposing you based on your fav will wood/wwatt song (my longest post)

A lot of these have nothing to do with the song. They're basically headcannons lmao. My Blake Jennings is showing

No instrumental chnt except Rhumba sorry

i started this in June enjoy

EIAL

6up 5oh copout: its low hanging fruit to say you hate cops, and I'm taking it. You hate cops.

Skeleton Appreciation whatever the fuck: Covid RUINED you

Front Street: you like Heathers

Aikido!: how's that obsessiveness and inability to let go going?

White Knuckle Jerk: you also like nu metal for the same reason. (Its incredibly horny)

Cover This Song: same as Aikido but only with your exes omg do not text them they are assholes

Thermodynamic Lawyer: PLEASE take time to calm down when you get overstimulated I promise if you don't do anything abt it you will have such a terrible mental breakdown

Red Moon: YOU LISTEN TO MALE MANIPULATOR MUSIC STOP TRYING TO HIDE IT YOU CANT BE IN THE RADIOHEAD CLOSET FOREVER

Lysergide daydream: I honestly do not like this song at all so you get a pass (don't kill me)

The First Step: you're usually quiet but you know how to SCREAM.

Jimmy Mushroom: you're usually quiet but- I'm just kidding. You're always quiet

Chemical Overreaction: you're usually quiet but if- I'm just kidding. You are never quiet

Everything is a lot/dte: insomnia. I dont know why,but insomnia

Self-ish

self/ish: closet theatre kid

2012: fast talker to a not comprehendible level

Cotard Solution: turn off the v-sauce it is 2 am

Mr. Capgras: turn off the 🌽 it is 2 am

The Song With Five Names: you have incredible taste. You can't describe that taste, but hey, its incredible

Hand me my shovel: you were the only talented kid in your elementary music class

Dr. Sunshine is Dead: you love the smell of cigarettes

TNA

Suburbia overture: BPD BPD BPD BPD BPD BPD BPD BPD BPD BPD

222: your English teacher loves you (you're so goddamn gay)

Laplace's Angel: your English teacher hates you. How do I know? Because you can't pronounce anything (its la-plass-es not la-place-is)

i/me/myself: you have to beat off the fake fan allegations with a stick everyday

Wbtta: hey queen. How are those hyperfixations going

Outliars and hyppocrates: you spell the title wrong every. damn. time.

bbw: same as 2012 but holy shit triple it.

Marsha, thankk you: dyslexia and ADHD

Love, me normally: I get it. I'm not even gonna expose you. You already have it bad enough

Momento Mori: you are just SO quirky! (knives whisper things to you when you hold them)

Icimi

Tomcat Disposables: you'd shove photos of your pets in your friends faces even if they were dangling off a bridge

Becoming the last names: you either have wonderful parents in a happy relationship or your parents have been divorced for years and you will never relate to this song

Cicada Days: stop using self deprecating humor around the wrong people PLEASE

Euthanasia: this song is a masterpiece I have nothing to say about you.

Falling Up: WONDERFUL TASTE. AMAZING CHOICE. NO RECOLLECTION OF YOUR CHILDHOOD.

That's enough: you love Alex g you just don't know it yet

Um its kind of a lot: you either already love Scott pilgrim or it will happen. Its a canon event

Half decade hangover: omg twinn!! I have an addictive personality, too!

(I feel like this is a good time to say don't take these too seriously)

You liked this: ...what?

The main character: you can't relate to the song, you hate yourself

Sdrr: IF I SEE ONE MORE PERSON TAKING THIS SONG SUPER SERIOUSLY IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT YDHZJABXV

Bfb: ur just a silly lil guy

Willard!: you're a therian. There is no human explanation to this.

white noise: you love pink floyd you just don't know it yet

Atkf: HOW TF DID I FORGET THIS ONE anyways you get bad habits (nail biting, staying up too late. Etc)

CHNT

Yes to err: you are still waiting for chnt season 2 BC you want to see what happens with Adam

Your body, my temple: I have a strong feeling you have a tummy ache right now

Venetian Blind Man: you love nobody sexually you just don't know it yet (this is a very ace choice idk why)

Rhumba of Death: you LOVE Halloween

When Somebody Needs You: Tyler the Creator is probably your favorite rapper

Live

Trww

Self/ish: You can't sleep if your room has the SLIGHTEST amount of light in it

10-4 6-up: unlike the original, you don't just hate cops, you hate anybody who can tell you what to do (your teachers are probably just trying to do their job. please)

Cotards Solution: you can't sleep without background noise

Dr Sunshine Lives!: You never get sick physically (mentally on the other hand...)

Where do you get off: omg the horniest of the horny. Gerard Way on stage levels of horny. Nine Inch Nails levels of horny. (Or you really like Umbrella Academy idk why)

Aikido: you can't relate to it. You hate everybody

Take a break grab some water this is getting long

Thermodynamic Lawyer: you have gotten kicked out of restaurants because of how loud you are

Front Street: WE GET IT. IT'S BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL.

Wasting away again: I am so sorry holy shit

Hand me my (x), I'm (y): you suck at algebra

The First Step: you wish you could do the AUGHHHHHHHH

2012: severe social anxiety

Mr capgras: literally the opposite of 2012 (live)

Chemical Overreaction: you know so many random fun facts

Fibrodysplasia: I'm not even gonna talk about your mental issues because I will be banned from this app (which is pretty much impossible)

Icid

Cicada Days: you also get a pass fuck I'm so sorry

The main character okay you ACTUALLY can relate to it

Icimi: OMG I LOVE YOU

atkf: you cry every day even if you aren't sad

Becoming the last names: please don't become a Disney adult

Vampire ref: LISTEN TO MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN PUTTING IT OFF AND IK YOU LOVE HOT VAMPIRE MUSIC

Half decade hangover: oh my god talk to somebody it'll be okay I'm so sorry

Tsw5n: you love the way he says "what the fuck"

Euthanasia: once again, ANOTHER PASS. IM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU'RE OKAY

Jimmy Mushrooms: You. Me. Marriage. Now.

Laplaces Angel: you listen to LitWTC

i/me/myself: you were trying to separate yourself from the normal i/me/myself fans

The first step: idk why but you REALLY like lemonade

skeleton appreciation day: you can NOT play any instrument

tomcat disposables: you love concept albums

White noise: unlike cotards, you need to sleep in SILENCE

Love me normally: arctic monkeys. that's all I have to say. idk what about them but, yeah

misanthrapologist: GAY QUEER LGBT HOMOSEXUAL FRUITY ZESTY ROMANTICALLY ATTRACTED TO PEOPLE OF THE SAME GENDER

Falling up: wonderful taste once again please don't become a Disney adult

thats enough let's get you home: you say "YIPPIE!!" a lot

And if I did: god made you shy because he knew if you weren't you would be unstoppable

[vergiltopia]

★ Vergil taking care of you at that time of the month ★

That's a quick something i wrote, anyways hope y'all enjoy it c: and btw my requests are always open, so feel free to ask for stuff too.

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† Vergil learned about it a long time ago, he knows that time of the month always comes and what it implies, but first of all, Vergil will make a deeper research about all the possible symptoms, what makes them worse or what helps to soothe them. He didn't have the experience from so close till now, so he wants to be prepared.

† Won't really approach you or ask lots of questions, it's bothersome and he knows. Instead, Vergil keeps his cool as always, observing you for a while, trying to identify exactly what is going on, then the action starts, he's more of a doer than a speaker.

† Vergil Sparda (and all the grannies around the world) favorite solution: a warm cup of tea, most specifically, chamomile tea. “Here, take this, it will only do good for you.”

† He already had a kit prepared for the unfortunate situation, with medicine, pads, heating pads and secretly chocolate. Vergil knows that eating chocolate only makes it worse, yet he’s also aware that you're about to ask for a sweet treat at some point, and you already told him that “fruits don't count”. Don't worry, when the pain goes away, he will give a piece of chocolate to you to lighten the mood.

† Vergil will try his best so you won't need to go through the smallest of conveniences, congratulations you have a body guard now.

† He reads for you to distract yourself, besides that this is his special love language. If it's comforting, then he's available to spend time with you, hoping it helps somehow. Vergil is up to indulge in any activity you wish, just for today.

† A local man was spotted with a real katana at the grocery store this morning, scaring the residents.

(You completely forgot to tell him to leave it at home)

† Not the type to get super cuddly, though he likes to constantly assure you by running his fingers through your hair, adjusting the covers so you won't get cold, rubbing your back gently or simply holding hands.

† “Your discomfort is infuriating.” WAIT, Vergil is not saying this because seeing you in that state pisses him off, it doesn't, he's saying this cause that's not something he could solve with a good and quick judgment cut, you have to go through it, even with all the discomfort that comes along.

† When you're finally back to normal after the devious cramps and back pain, Vergil will encourage you to practice physical activity, he already tried to convince you sooner, but who wants to do something if not suffer and rot when you're in pain?

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[mirellafanfic]

A different father

**My English is not good, in fact it's horrible, so if there is any mistake please forgive me**

**This story takes place a little before the first season**

(father doctor house x baby daughter reader)

He was, for lack of a better word, desperate. It was no wonder that someone had left a baby with him who was no more than 3 days old.That night someone knocked on his door and when he opened it he found nothing except a basket with a small baby and a little letter.Soon he brought her into his apartment and took a good look at the baby, who was perfectly normal and looking at him.She only had the clothes on her back and a blanket and a letter that was apparently handwritten. Taking the letter and reading it, she soon understood what it was about.

The mother had abandoned the child with him.

The letter was from a woman he had tried to have a relationship with, but it obviously didn't work out very well, it was a failed attempt to get over a previous relationship that also failed.The woman who was the child's mother had gotten pregnant but didn't tell him, in fact after the breakup they never saw each other again, he didn't know you existed until now.

The content of the letter was from the mother saying that she did not want the child because she was not ready and did not want a child who had a crippled and drug addicted father. And that she left the child (you) in the hands of the father. The only thing she said more was that you were a girl, you didn't have a name or anything else.

House read and reread and sang to think of a solution. If the relationship was not disastrous in itself, this relationship produced a fruit that had nothing to do with the situation.

He tried to find any solution that came to his mind, you couldn't stay with him, he had the financial means to take care of you, but otherwise he was sure he would be a horrible father.He thought the baby would be better off in the hands of anyone other than him, but upon thinking again, he came to a conclusion, his daughter had no one, the mother did not want her,She had no one to take care of her, besides she was a baby and couldn't take care of herself, in short he was all that child had.

Given the situation he decided to keep the child, at least for now, he had to take care of that baby, and he also made a relatively desperate decision.

Call Wilson

He would need help, even though he would never usually say it, but he needed help and a second opinion.

He called him saying it was an emergency and that he had to get there quickly, he also heard Wilson saying that "if it wasn't a really serious matter he would kill him" or whatever. While waiting, House looked at the baby who was now sleeping peacefully in that crib, sleeping peacefully. But this peace did not last long, as the baby began to cry a lot. He soon picked her up and began to rock her in an attempt to calm her down, and it worked a little; she was beginning to calm down. But this calm did not last long either, soon Wilson knocked on the door and he had to answer. Taking his cane to move with one arm and holding the baby in the other, he went to the door.

"House I hope you have a good reason for calling me, oh my God!"

The moment Wilson turned the house holding a baby he immediately stopped talking and was clearly stunned by what he was seeing.

"That's why I called you, I think this is an important matter." He said sarcastically, "Come in and I'll explain what happened."

Court rom the scene

"Wait, can you explain it to me again? I think I still don't believe it.

House sighs as he sits in the armchair still holding the baby in his arms who by now had stopped crying and was looking at him. "I already said that the mother doesn't want anything to do with me, much less with the baby. She doesn't want her daughter to have a crippled and addicted father."

"And her idea was to leave her baby daughter with this same crippled, drug-addicted father?"

"I never said she was smart"

"and what are you going to do?"Wilson asked, leaving all his attention on his friend.

"I'm going to stay with her, she doesn't have anyone to stay with, her mother doesn't want her and I don't know anything about her mother's family"

"Are you sure?, this surprises me, it will be a big step for you and it will also generate several... Things in your life"

"I'm decided... She has nowhere to go, she has nothing and between nothing and me I think... I don't seem like a bad choice."

"I would never expect this-"

"Besides, you kept stressing me out by telling me to have someone in my life, well now I do."

*They laughed a little but soon their attention returned to you*

"You'll need house help, and some baby stuff too."

"Don't tell me Sherlock"

"I'm just saying that I'm offering help, because you're going to need it, for example she needs breast milk, clothes, a place to lie down"

"I already understand that, I'm going to spend a lot of money on this, but that's life"

Wilson looks around the apartment,He saw the kitchen, the living room where they were and then turned his attention to the man sitting in an armchair holding a baby.

"There's an extra room that you've never used for anything, you can use it as her room"

"It could be, as much as the idea of her sleeping on fruit friday seems tempting, I think it's better for her to sleep in my bed until we have a crib or a stroller"

"Does she have a name?" Wilson asked.

"No, the mother did us the favor of not even bothering to name the baby, I doubt she even has a birth certificate or any other document"

"Have you picked a name for her yet? She can't be called "baby" forever."

"It seems like a good name to me, I'm sure someone must call themselves that."He replied, making another one of his sarcastic comments. But he soon turned his attention back to what he was holding in his arms.

I looked at the baby, something so small and fragile. I had a hard time thinking that he and that little piece of a person had any connection. The little baby looked at him with her eyes almost falling asleep, she was close to falling asleep, but she still kept her eyes open as if she was trying to stay awake.

"S/N"

"as?"Wilson asked

"It's the name I chose for her, I think it suits her"

"Well, now she has a name, it's S/N, we have to rescue her"

**Passage of time**

After a little while of talking, they decided to buy some diapers and breast milk that night.Walking down the street with Wilson carrying you in his arms while House walked

"You will need to buy clothes for her" Said Wilson holding little S/N who was sleeping in his arms

"I know that, but I don't think there are any baby clothes stores that stay open until 11 pm, and it's almost midnight."

"I'm just saying"

"and I'm just answering, we arrived at the pharmacy"

They go into the pharmacy and quickly buy two packs of diapers. Soon they went to pay, and honestly neither of them thought that two peaceful people would be as expensive as they imagined.

"I never would have imagined it would be so expensive, that must be why people are stopping having children"

"it must be"

As House paid for the packages Wilson looked at him intently

"you will need breast milk"

"I'll take care of that now"

"It has to be quick, she might get hungry later and I don't doubt that you'll try to give her alcohol to drink"

"It doesn't seem like a bad idea to me, I'm sure she'll stay quiet for a long time"

"You will need time to care for her or leave her in a daycare"

"If I send her to daycare at her age she will be very sick in a short time."

"So you will have to take some time off from the hospital to take care of her, you can try to explain to Cuddy-"

"She'll know when I register her as my daughter at the registry office and I'll have to talk to her anyway."

"Do you think everything will be okay?"

"I will try my best"

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Wine-Tasting

for your wine-tasting scenes

Enhance your wine-tasting experience and better identify different wines with these tips:

Cleanse your palate between sips. When tasting for flavors of the wine, you must cleanse your palate by using a spittoon and drinking water. “I regularly cleanse my palate with water. I like to use high-pH water, eight or above . . . . I find that alkaline solution of water cleanses my palate much better and reduces the acid in many wines,” James Suckling, a wine critic, says. “I also might have some bread, or olives are great with red wine. You want things that refresh your palate.” Cleansing your palate helps your taste buds enjoy more subtle flavors.

Do a blind tasting. “When I was starting as a taster in the ’80s, when I studied to be a master of wine, I was always blind tasting,” James says. Tasting blind means not knowing the kind of wine you are tasting—be it a zinfandel, rosé, pinot grigio, or syrah—so that will not influence your tasting. Moreover, tasting blind means not looking at the label; sometimes, a label plays up the fruit flavors or connotes an older wine, which can impact your interpretation of the varietal while tasting.

Get the wines to the right temperature to rate. Temperature is critical for wine tasting. “I think it’s important for whites to be between fourteen and sixteen degrees centigrade—not too cold but cold enough to be fresh. If it’s too cold, I’m not going to be able to discern the aromas, taste, and texture,” James says. “The reds I also like a little bit cooler than normal. A lot of people serve their reds at twenty-two or room temperature. I like them around nineteen or twenty.” Using wine glasses with a stem is essential, so you can adequately hold the glass without warming the wine.

Pay attention to scent. Articulating scent is an essential tasting skill. In trying one wine during a blind tasting, James notes “some warmth. Aromas of lemon curd, maybe some fresh basil. And I get a sensation of ash. Like, ash from volcanoes; there’s a number of white wines made in Italy that are coming from volcanic soils such as Etna in Sicily, Campania near Naples, and Soave near Verona.” Quality wines give you primary and secondary aromas, sometimes even tertiary ones. Breathe in your wine with your lips slightly parted to anticipate a wine’s flavor and notes. Take a small sip of wine and see if you sense wooden notes from oak barrels, high acid from citrus fruits, or sweetness from red fruits or tropical fruits.

Swirl your glass of wine. Getting your wine to move around enlivens its scent. “When you’re tasting, it’s really important to swirl the wine to get some air in there to bring out the wine aromas,” James says. “Also, it’s important not to have too much wine in the glass. I like to have about thirty or fifty milliliters in the glass. Then you can really give it a good swirl.” After swirling, note the viscosity and the tannins, the sediment along the bottom or sides of the glass. Use a new wine glass for each new bottle of wine in a blind tasting.

Taste in a clear space. Sometimes, you might taste wine in the cool climate of winemakers’ cellars or a busy room full of people as part of a wine club. To concentrate on the wine’s color and qualities, try to taste the wine in a well-lit, not-too-noisy tasting room. Light is essential when applying the [wine point] scale to red, orange, or white wines. “It’s important that the environment’s clean [and] well-lit,” James says. “I can concentrate on the wines. Sometimes that’s not possible if I’m in a cellar, traveling at dinner, or in a restaurant. But ideally, when I’m tasting, especially blind, it’s important to have a place where I can concentrate.”

Use the wine point system. Following the 100-point wine system can help you determine a good wine. The 100-point system is a rating scale for wine quality. Wine scores go up to 100 points, with 100 points going to the best wines. Whether you’re trying a dessert wine or a dry wine, this scoring system helps you better break down and comprehend the quality of a wine. “I think it’s an easy way to communicate about wine,” James says. “It's an easy way for you to understand quality.”

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Schedule Conflicts

Summary - Azriel shouldn't plan dates when he's tired. Luckily, Lyria finds a solution that makes everyone happy. Game Night.

Warning - just wholesome Fluff, slight mention of smut, Liz's dream of a friendship between Nesta and Rhys forming

Prompt - Day 7 - Free day

A/n - As @polyacotarweek comes to a close *and I post 3 fics for today* I want to make sure to thank @acourtofladydeath and anyone else involved for organizing this week. I personally believe that ending stereotypes involved with "alternative" lifestyles is so important. I genuinely enjoyed this week, and hopefully, we will all get to partake again next year!

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“Cassian!” Panic hit Azriel the second Lyria was throwing her arms around Cass, smiling wide as she did before immediately leaving him in favor of Nesta.

He checked his calendar again, growing pale as he realized in his exhausted state from his previous mission he had double scheduled a date.

He looked to Cassian who immediately seemed to know and moved over. “We can leave.”

“She's been looking forward to this all week.”

“Rhysand has been looking forward to her all week, too, Az. He has a kid. He needs her, we can-”

“No. Let me talk to her. Lyria, baby, can I fix your dress?” Confused eyes met his before she nodded and followed. He sighed as he shut her bedroom door behind them. “I fucked up.”

Lyria made a face, nodding for him to continue. “I accidentally planned date night for you with Cass and Rhys. Feyre, Nesta, and I were all planning on going to Rita's anyway, but you have Rhys and Cass tonight.”

“Oh. That's not a big deal. Cassian and I were talking about him teaching me poker anyways. A third body would be helpful.”

Azriel felt his brows go up. “Cassian only plays strip poker.”

“I am aware,” the smirk had Azriel smiling at his mate. “Rhys knows he can't touch.”

“He'll watch, though.”

“Feyre won't mind. He goes home to her and it will rile him up for her.”

Azriel smiled softly. “Rhys will mind because he genuinely loves you. He and Feyre would like to change our rules a bit, but are waiting for you."

“Then we should all hang out here.” He watched Lyria walk to a closet he had yet to explore, jaw falling slightly as she opened in. “You said you all like board games, right? I have plenty.”

Plenty was an understatement. Lining the shelves of this closet were games from every court. Trelis from Spring, Mancala from Dawn, Risk from Night. Azriel picked his jaw up as he went to look. “Why have you been hiding all of this?”

“I normally only play with Eris and Lucien.”

Azriel smiled before picking several games they had all been wanting to get a hold of and play a few days ago before kissing his mate. “You are so smart, angel. Let's see if we can compromise.”

Rhysand and Feyre had arrived, luckily dressed casually and were laughing with Nesta and Cassian. Azriel set the board games down on the counter and turned to Rhys. “No more planning dates when I'm half asleep from missions.” 

The High lord was too stunned at the collect to even respond. “Are these all hers?” They all turned to where Lyria had came out, several bottles of alcohol and a wooden box in hand. 

“Who wants to take me to go get snacks?” Rhys and Cassian looked to each other before Rhysand came to her. “Perfect. Ness, you want cake?”

“Always.”

“Cass? Something crunchy?”

“Of course, princess.”

“Feyfey, lots of fruits?”

“Ooooh strawberries if you two can find them!”

She turned to Az, “I won't expose you.”

Rhysand then coughed, “The bakery. We'll just get whatever the bakery has.” Cassian glared as Rhys smirked and smacked Lyria on the ass as they walked out. 

“I get her all night.”

“Excuse me?” Feyre laughed as Nesta glared to Cassian. 

“You three were supposed to go to Ritas.”

Feyre gasped, looking to Nesta and grabbing her hands, “We could still go! Play a couple games and leave Rhys, Lyria, and Cassian alone.” 

Nesta nodded eagerly. “Only if you're okay with sharing Az.”

“Az was made to be shared. Rhys already said he was okay with sharing her with Cass.”

Cassian sighed, “In case Cassian's opinion matters, I also told Rhys I'd love to spend the night with them. It's Lyria and Az. Az feels guilty, and we know how Lyria is.”

Feyre smiled. “Little people pleaser.”

Nesta hummed, “The cutest people pleaser. Can we play that one?” Cassian followed Nesta's deadly finger, laughing as he realized she was pointing at a game called “Wingspan.” 

They began taking the game out of its protective box. Feyre was admiring the artwork, as Nesta read the rules. Cassian began opening and setting up drinks.

Azriel was moving the table, ensuring his mate's home had enough room as Feyre rested her head on his shoulder, pointing at little brush stroke details.

Rhys and Feyre returned moments later, bags in hand and faint blush on the female's cheeks as the High Lord whispered into her ear. 

Lyria has not been expecting the competitive nature of her new circle to come out so heavily during game time. They had switched to partner games, her, Cassian, and Rhys on one team while Azriel sat across from her with Feyre and Nesta. Large hands rested on her thighs, occasionally their pinkies touching as well. 

The arguing in the room soon turned to laughter. Laughter into deep conversation, and before all the couples knew, Lyria's home began to mimic a picture perfect sunrise instead of the Night sky. 

“Holy fuck,” Cassian looked to the window. “How long were Elain and Lucien planning on watching Nyx?”

“All night,” Rhys replied from his spot next to Nesta. The two were in a heavy discussion regarding proper uses of magical objects. “We had planned to stay the night away from home.”

“I enjoyed this,” Feyre leaned against Azriel, eyes half shut.

“My mate did too. She enjoyed it so much she fell asleep on Cassian.” 

They all looked to the mentioned male and where he held the now known Day Court Heiress. She had curled into his lap an hour ago, falling asleep as he whispered to her and wrapped his wings around them to keep her warm. 

“Let's do it again, maybe a once a month thing?” Rhys squeezed Nesta's hand. “I enjoyed spending time with you, Ness.”

“It's the first time we haven't ripped each other's heads off.” Feyre smiled bright as did Cassian. “I think we'll still do that from time to time, though.”

“Absolutely.” Rhysand's face was serious, but his eyes sparkled. “Not in front of our starlight, though. Agreed?” 

Everyone in the room nodded as Cassian went to carry Lyria to her room. Feyre smiled as Rhysand pulled her up from Azriel. “She's so sweet, Azriel. I'm so glad we all get to enjoy her this way.”

“Me too,” the shadowsinger stretched. “Her heart has so much love to give. I'm glad we all can bask in it.”

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