#lot of energy spent...less than 5 hours sleep...

[sleepvines]

low spoons today...

[wing-ed-thing]

Best Friend Headcanons with Izuku Midoriya

Tags: No Reader Pronouns, Classmate!Reader, Interpersonal Conflict

𓆃 Overall a solid friend who's gentle, considerate, and supportive of anything you could ever set your mind to, but your friendship will require a lot of work if it's reaching anything past surface level.

𓆃 Because, make no mistake, Izuku is a very good friend, but your relationship will either always be surface level or he'll become one of your very best friends for your lifetime.

𓆃 It's very easy to befriend Izuku in the first place. It takes less than one meaningful interaction to put you on his radar, and especially in group settings, time spent together doing activities is enough to naturally draw you close.

𓆃 Even if you weren't necessarily Izuku's friend in the first place, if Iida invites you both to his place for studying one week and Ochako invites everyone out to BBQ the next week, you're basically friends by proxy.

𓆃 Because Izuku doesn't care too much about the barrier between classmate/acquaintance and being friends. He'll most definitely care if you care, but that certainly doesn't stop him from awkwardly raving about your quirk or costume or other notable trait that's unique to you.

𓆃 Social anxiety be damned; he's curious!

𓆃 It also doesn't hurt that he's extremely easy to match energies with.

𓆃 And that's one of the most endearing parts of having Izuku as a friend, especially if you also have niche hobbies or special interests. Izuku is always eager to learn and spend meaningful social time.

𓆃 The hour doesn't matter; Izuku is always down to sit for any length of time in the common area at odd hours to chat or just share space.

𓆃 He's also surprisingly down for most anything short of criminal activity or rule breaking. Although, it does take some convincing.

𓆃 You and the rest of your friend group will want to grab fast food at an odd hour and it takes at least a half hour of warming Izuku up to the idea and talk him out of sticking too strictly to his sleep routine.

𓆃 The key is that you have to drop hints about it throughout the day to warm him up. You have the best record by far when it comes to convincing Izuku to take spontaneous trips or do spontaneous projects.

𓆃 (You convinced him to do a snack run in 5 minutes flat.)

𓆃 One fantastic thing about Izuku is that he never makes you feel like you're bothering him and always makes it abundantly clear that he wants to spend time with you no matter how mundane the activity is.

𓆃 He loves running errands to the point that somethings he'll run errands for you... and this is where you might run into some issues.

𓆃 For all of his overthinking, Izuku sure likes to assume. He likes to assume your needs; he likes to assume when conversations are over (even if you're bringing something serious up to him and you really need to talk it all the way through); and most egregiously, he often assumes your feelings.

𓆃 Izuku reads into everything, and there are times when the amount of reassurance he needs is excessive. And the worst of it is that he won't even ask if you're mad or annoyed or whatever negative emotion he's afraid of you having.

𓆃 He'll just be avoiding you for a few days and it's up to you to ask if anything is wrong with him.

𓆃 Or the times he comes to you, his way of asking can be presumptuous and sometimes even insulting.

𓆃 "I know you were outperformed by Komori in the last match-ups, and you're super angry— I mean, it's no wonder because, with her new support items, the matchup was super one-sided from the beginning, so I understand why you're feeling really useless and weak right now..." and he'll say all that without you having even said a word.

𓆃 This can inadvertently turn things that are occupying your brain space into issues with him. He'll express regret that he didn't help you more with your strategy— even if you didn't even ask him for help in the first place— and suddenly the conversation about feeling bummed about your loss has turned into comforting Izuku.

𓆃 And any kind of direct conversation leads to him trying to overcompensate. No matter how calm or peaceful you are in bringing up issues between the two of you, you can almost certainly count on him saying, "I'll never do it ever again," "I can't believe I've been such a bad friend," and "You don't deserve to have to deal with someone like me."

𓆃 While he's not trying to be manipulative, his words most definitely come off as such. And it comes from an inability to take things he's done wrong in stride.

𓆃 And this isn't to mention if you do something that bothers him. He'll ignore that and plan on taking it to his grave, not realizing that there's been an awkward resentment or tension building up that will inevitably burst.

𓆃 Although, make no mistake, Izuku isn't some passive guy who will take the hits as they come without a word. If he's not passive-aggressive in his anger toward you, he's not afraid to let everything he's been stewing in explode on you all at once, and those unfiltered thoughts can be nasty.

𓆃 For someone so well-spoken in most other parts of his life, Izuku doesn't know how to split the different between passive-aggressive avoidance and direct, emotional sputtering when it comes to his interpersonal conflict communication.

𓆃 The moment emotions get tied up in everything is the moment Izuku implodes.

𓆃 He'll never tell you that he felt left out of something or that something you've been saying has been rubbing him the wrong way, but he expects you to pick up on that without ever mentioning it to you.

𓆃 Depending on the level of issues you have with each other, you're going to have one serious conversation that makes or breaks your entire friendship. Because for how skittish and people-pleasing Midoriya is, he's surprisingly high maintenance.

𓆃 He expects, on some level, that everyone thinks like he does and is as thorough as he is. Izuku doesn't like having direct conversations about issues, so he doesn't until it's too late.

𓆃 And truly, isn't that how it goes when direct communication isn't within your wheelhouse?

𓆃 That's your main obstacle because it's truly bound to happen. But if you care about each other enough and choose to listen with open hearts and minds, you'll have made a friend for life.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[vaporwavedoggie]

Amethyst

A Peri x Irep short story

So help me Jesus I got back into writing fanfiction

"Hey.. are you willing to meet up and talk?"

The text from his oh so wonderful on and off again boyfriend lit up the screen. Peri sighed and rolled over in his bed. It was 2am, Dev had been asleep for hours at this point. They had been on a break for a few months at this point, and he was actively avoiding every text he's gotten from him. He already knew why he tried to take his god kid, as some way to get back at him for ignoring him. Peri didn't know whether or not he wanted to continue with this relationship. So much fighting. It seemed like they were on opposite sides of the universe considering.. they were opposites.

"Peri? I know you probably won't respond but.."

The notification popped up at the top of his phone. He knew it was most likely going to be some long-winded rant he's sending him at the dead of night because he can't sleep and he's on his mind. But to be honest.. he was on Peri's mind too. He thought to himself 'eh.. no harm in looking I guess' and tapped on the notification.

"Peri? I know you probably won't respond but.. it's been awhile. I miss you and I want to catch up. So much has happened since we've been apart and I want to see how you're doing. Sorry I'm rambling, I probably sound stupid, but I promise you I'm not trying to get back with you I'd just like to catch up."

Peri sat up and ran a hand through his hair, playing with one of his curls. He was debating whether or not to take Irep up on his offer. Whether or not it'd be worth it to have all the pain from their break come up again, whether or not it would just lead to another fight.. he sat there staring at the wall for a good 5 minutes, deep in thought before he picked his phone back up.

"Alright, we can meet up, but it'll have to be now since the kiddo's asleep and I don't have any free time when he's not."

He tapped the message quickly, sent it, then shut off the screen. He flipped his phone over in his hand a few times, then less than a minute later, he got a response.

"That works :) I kind of figured, which is why I texted you now. You've always been a late sleeper.. anyways, meet up at our usual place?"

'Always been a late sleeper? Ha! As if he doesn't stay up until 6am..' Peri thought to himself. He quickly tapped out another message.

"Sure. Give me a few to get ready and I'll be there :P"

Peri got up out of bed and stretched, popping his back. He grabbed his wand off his bedside table and poofed out of his pajamas and into his usual outfit. Figuring he was going to be up the rest of the night, he also poofed himself up an energy drink and chugged it. His stomach hurt a bit from it, but he was too anxious to really care. Lifting up his wand, he then went off to their usual meet up space, which was a small park somewhere in Fairy World. One where they spent the most time at as kids.

Once he got there, he shot Irep a quick text saying he was there, and went to sit on the swings. No one was around since it was so late, so he decided to swing for a bit. Despite being in his 20's, he still very much enjoyed it but couldn't do it around the other fairies without being stared at. He then heard some laughter behind him.

"God, you're such a child!" He immediately recognized Irep's voice and slowly came to a stop. Without even turning to look at him he said "You're one to talk!! I know for a fact you do this too!"

Irep took the swing next to him and chuckled to himself as he sat down. "Well yeah, reminds me of when we were kids.. when things were a lot more uh.. hopeful."

Peri looked at him and smiled. "Eh, I'd say things are still pretty hopeful now. I'm a god parent now! Never thought I'd get my license, haha.."

"Yeah.. I wanted to talk to you about that. I thought you didn't want any god kids?" Irep raised an eyebrow.

"Well.. it's a job, and I figured why not. It seems to be fulfilling, well at least, it was to my parents. And hell, we even exist because of one of my parents god kids!"

"Yeah.. though I worry. He seems a bit.. tough. And from what I've heard, you two argue about as much as we did in high school."

Peri smirked. "Heh.. yeah. He's a little tough, has a lot of daddy issues. But you seemed to get through to him fine. It's just.. I don't know what I'm doing wrong man. I'm trying my best with this kid and it's like.. nothing I ever do is good enough for him."

"Eh.. honestly I could do the thing where I over analyze everything but I know you hate that so I'll save it."

"Actually, it might be useful right now, so shoot."

"Hm.." Irep kicked his feet in the woodchips underneath him, thinking for a moment. "You seem to expect everything to come to you so easily, and have little patience for when it doesn't."

Peri crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Ever since I've met you, if you can't do it right the first time, you either.. burn out or give up. You also get.. really angry at yourself, turn inward, and become bitter. You lose patience very easily when this happens."

"Why do you think that could be?"

"Well, a number of reasons.. we've talked about the issues we've had with our parents before. How yours nearly suffocate you with praise and affection to the point where you avoid them and wouldn't even tell them you got a god kid until they found out themselves. You were the first fairy baby born in a millenia, and I hate to say it but because of that you were spoiled rotten. Your parents were over protective of you because of their own mommy and daddy issues, so they tried to make up for what they didn't have by giving it to you, but.. they did too much. And because of that you burn out very easily and it drives you up the wall when it even looks like you're slightly failing. You're an overachiever and expect only good things to happen to you when.. that's just not how life works."

"Hm.. guess you're right.."

"Life is a constant rollercoaster of emotions. You can't just expect only the good to happen to you, you also have to expect the bad as well. Not saying to prepare for the bad or get yourself too anxious by trying to fix things before they're broken, but you know.. accept that good things don't happen all the time. Life has its struggles. That's part of it. And from what I gathered, being a god parent requires a LOT of patience, which is something you don't have a lot of, and self forgiveness, which is something you barely do. I mean, you still hold on to mistakes you made way back in spellementary school!"

"Eh, true. How are you able to gather this much from me?"

Irep chuckled a bit. "You act as if I hadn't been by your side since we were babies. As if I hadn't noticed every small detail about you, like.. how your eyes sparkle just right in the moonlight. It looks like amethyst."

Peri shoved Irep. "Quit being mushy! We're still on break. Plus.. you act as if you don't have the exact same eyes as me."

"What can I say? We're both egotistical little shits, are you really surprised we fell in love in the first place?"

"Hah.. nah.. god, remember how pissed our parents were when they found out we were hooking up behind their back? They tried so hard to keep us apart. 'Anti fairies and fairies should never be together, especially when they are exact opposites of each other, da rules, blah blah blah'."

"Yeah! And then your mom walked in on us and threw anything she could get her hands on at me? Good times."

"Psh, yeah.. we were dumb teenagers, what can I say. And I guess the only difference is a few years. Now we're dumb adults."

They both laughed a bit, and Peri looked down at his feet.

"..I still love you, you know. Even if you decide to break things off with me permanently, I always will."

"Oh, you're always such the romantic! I'm swooning." Peri chuckled and Irep looked into his eyes.

"No, but.. I'm being serious. My biggest regret in our relationship is.. smothering you like your parents did. I didn't realize I was doing it, I.. you're the only one that's ever showed me love. You know how my folks are, wasn't raised in the most loving family so.. I tried to overcompensate by trying to return all the love you made me feel."

"I know, Irep, I know. But.. I don't know, im just so confused. I don't know what I want to do, who I want to be, so I'm trying to figure that all out now."

"Heh, is that why you got a license and took on a god kid?"

"Eh, part of it.. I wanted to see if it would suit me. Besides maybe I'll learn how to be patient from this. Maybe the kid will give me challenges I'm not used to and help.. balance me out. I don't know. I know I shouldn't expect other people to fix me, let alone a kid, but how do I even begin to fix myself when I don't know where to start?"

"Take baby steps. Try different things and see how it works. You're doing good by getting out of your comfort zone now, but you need to remember to be patient and forgive yourself for any mistakes you've made."

"Yeah but.. that's a lot easier said than done. How do I even begin to learn patience and self forgiveness? Where do I even start?"

"Hm.. that's something you'll have to figure out on your own. I know the best way to do it is experiencing hardship period, and I can already see with Dev you will. Biggest thing to remember is he's a kid. He will fuck up. He will make mistakes. There are times where he'll be mean to you, say hurtful things, and get under your skin. But you CAN NOT take it personally. You have to keep in mind he's still a growing human. You've seen how messed up the human world is, imagine going through what they go through with absolutely no magic at all. Sure we had puberty and all that shit but at least the magic made it a bit easier and a hell of a lot more fun."

"True.. I just end up getting so frustrated with him I want to rip my hair out! And you know how much I love my hair! But, I don't know.. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I'm going into this blind aside from what I was taught in the classes. I'm too afraid to go to my parents for advice because they'll just be like 'oh you're doing great just keep doing what you're doing'! I swear, I've always appreciated how you can be blunt and honest about things, it's something I really look up to about you. As annoying as it gets when I don't ask for it.. it is helpful. So thank you."

"Always."

Peri got up and stretched. "You know, Irep. I do miss spending time with you like this.. like our late night talks."

Irep's eyes lit up. "We can do them more often, if you'd like!"

"Hm, maybe. I just have some.. personal feelings to work through before I'm ready for us to see each other regularly again."

"..Yeah. I get that. But until then, I'll be here when you are ready."

"Hah, yeah.. it's getting late. Or I guess I should say, early. The kid will be up in a few hours and I gotta go be a parent.. but before I go.." Peri stood in front of Irep and held his hand out to him. He took Peri's hand, and he pulled Irep up, close to his chest.

"Oh and hey.. didn't get a chance to tell you this, but I love you too. I don't wanna give up on us yet, I just need.."

"Time?"

"Yeah. But before I go, I want to give you something." And before Irep could answer, Peri pressed his lips against his, then broke away from him and put his head on Irep's chest.

"You know, your eyes do a sparkly thing too when I kiss you but I don't have any other purple shiny things to compare them to."

"Hah.. you're a goof. But look at you being all romantic. And you called me mushy!"

"Shhhh." Peri pulled out of the embrace. "Anyways.. I'm going to spend the next few hours scrolling through my phone. Uh.. I'll try to text you when my brain isn't acting stupid."

Irep smiled. "Of course. Take your time, don't push yourself, and again.. I love you."

Peri smiled back. "I love you too." And with that, he lifted his wand and poofed back home.

He flopped down in bed, immediately poofing back into his pajamas and pulling up his phone. He was compelled to look back at old photos of the two before he went back to scrolling mindlessly on social media.

God he wish he could figure his shit out quicker, but like Irep said, he needs to learn to be patient. So maybe this is a good test for him.

[lycandrophile]

i’m getting my drains out tomorrow and i’m sure things will be different after they’re gone, so here’s my observations about top surgery recovery as of 6 days post-op!

(click here for my first post, from 3 days after)

something i forgot to mention in my last post is that if they tell you a medication has to be taken with food, do not fuck with that. absolutely do not. my antibiotic had to be taken with food and on day 2, i thought “well, i just had breakfast not too long ago, surely that’s close enough and i’ll be fine” and my parents agreed, but guess what? i spent the next hour in hell. the meds made me nauseous so i had to eat, but eating still hurt a lot because of the sore throat from being intubated, so trying to make it better just caused me more pain. and both the sore throat and the nausea (which i guess was as much a heartburn sort of situation as it was nausea) were both very chest-adjacent feelings, so that on top of the usual pain and discomfort from surgery was just a perfect storm of horrible things all centralized to one part of my body. it was awful, and i will never fuck around with something like that again. that being said, if you do find yourself in that situation or are just looking for something light that will still do the job because you’re not that hungry, 10/10 would recommend oatmeal and apple sauce. apple sauce is what finally got my body to stop rioting against me and my bad decisions, and after that i started always taking it halfway through a bowl of oatmeal and that worked perfectly.

on day 4, i was able to sit up and get out of bed by myself for the first time! i still can’t do it just by using my core muscles, but if i hold onto my legs and lower them, i can sort of roll myself up into a sitting position without using any of the affected muscles too much.

on day 5, the sore throat from hell that being intubated gave me finally went away! cheers to not gripping my pillow in pain every two seconds while i swallow my spit anymore. it lasted a while, but it honestly went away pretty fast — on day 4 it was a bit better than it had been, and then the next day it was just gone.

also on day 5, i really started to feel the bandages digging into my armpits. i’m not sure if it’s because the bandage has been slipping up over time, if my armpits have some extra swelling now, or if it’s just been wearing my body down over time, but it feels like it’s starting to cut off circulation at a certain point and it makes my arms ache sometimes. that’s probably not great, but the surgeon will be redoing everything at my post-op anyway so i’ve just been riding it out until then. in the meantime, i can tell it’s definitely worse when i’m sitting back and kind of slouched (because that position pushes it up more), so i try to sit up or walk around when i feel it. having pillows on either side of me to put my elbows up on definitely also helps a lot — that’s how i’ve been sleeping, but it would be good for just sitting too.

also also on day 5, i started getting this weird fluttery feeling in the spot where the left side of my chest and the meat of my left armpit connect. it feels like it’s probably some sort of muscle spasm. it’s not painful at all, but i honestly wish it was because it’s just super weird and uncomfortable instead and i hate it. it genuinely might be my least favorite out of any pains or sensations i’ve had so far. luckily, though, it seems like it’s already died down and only happened a couple times today.

my energy has been all over the place. i’m at the point now where mentally i’m much closer to my normal state so i’m once again having the adhd urge to constantly do stuff, but my body’s ability to keep up is far less consistent. sometimes i get restless and can just get up and pace around for a while, but other times i try to do that and get really quickly exhausted. i’m definitely more able to have conversations and feel more like myself now though, even when my body is tired out.

i’ve been thirsty as all hell the past few days. i feel like i’m constantly asking my boyfriend to refill my water for me because i drain it so fast. it’s a very specific kind of thirst, too — like it never quite goes away even when i’m definitely very thoroughly hydrated, and like anything but water can’t even touch it. it’s not a bad thing, getting lots of fluids after surgery is important and i wouldn’t be surprised if that’s exactly why my body is doing it, but it is a bit frustrating to just be incessantly thirsty for days at a time.

my walking posture is getting straighter every day. i still have to hold my chest to walk because of the bandage feeling like it drags things down, but if i’m walking with my mastectomy pillow, it mostly just looks like a typical slouch and not the deep hunch i started with.

at this point, my chest is super sensitive to any kind of movement, and that’s the other thing the pillow has been really good for at this stage. if the bandage shifts at all, if my body moves at all, basically anything — i feel it all in my chest really intensely. it’s not always painful, but it isn’t comfortable either. holding the pillow to my chest helps stabilize things so the movement doesn’t reach the sensitive parts as much, which is really great.

walking up stairs is easier than walking down stairs, which is the exact opposite of what i would’ve guessed. from what i can tell just from moving around, i think it’s because bending your legs up to a higher step pretty solidly relies on your legs and lower core muscles to make it happen, while reaching your legs down to a lower step requires stretching your body out (which is famously not your body’s favorite thing to do after top surgery). it often feels like i almost can’t reach the step below and have to just barely catch it with the balls of my feet. it’s also just generally been good to take the stairs super slow going up or down because you really can’t use the railing — putting enough weight on it to really rely on it at all requires using chest muscles, so the best i’ve been able to do is just rest my hand on it in case of emergency (because i’d rather hurt my chest than crack my head open if it comes to that).

one of the things that makes the stairs hard is that my center of balance is off from hunching, and that definitely affects my walking too. it’s less pronounced now that i’m in the habit of using the pillow to walk straighter, but i have to take shorter strides and sort of shuffle around because longer strides need better balance, and even with the shuffle i’m stumbling more than usual. i already have some balance problems so i’m pretty used to the feeling of it, but it has freaked my parents out a couple times to see me start listing to one side before i catch myself.

fuck reflexes. reflexes are the actual worst. something i didn’t anticipate is that no matter how careful you are to not reach your arms too far or move them too fast, you can never totally account for what you do if something starts falling. a few times now, i’ve definitely reached too far or fast before stopping myself because i saw something about to go down and my brain instinctively told my hands to catch it. i’m not sure if there’s anything you can really do about that, but it’s worth being aware of because it caught me by surprise the first time i did it.

one side of my chest has been consistently more swollen than the other. that side has also consistently drained less, and the fluid it does drain is darker and redder. we asked my surgeon if that was normal and she said there’s almost always one side that drains more than the other, but it’s still something we’ve been keeping an eye on. hopefully i’ll be able to get a more concrete answer at my post-op, once she can see the swelling up close and look at the drainage numbers from the past week.

as i’ve been getting some use of my body back, the pain in my chest has gotten a bit more obvious. it’s milder pain, and when i’m not doing anything it’s mostly painless to the point where i’m going a lot longer between tylenol doses, but when i’m using my body, i can definitely feel it. the fact that i’m not avoiding physical activity like the plague as much means i’m noticing more pain even though objectively my pain levels have gone down — the things that hurt now didn’t hurt less before, i just didn’t even attempt them before because i knew they would hurt so much. now that the pain is down, i can try more things, which means i’m more likely to try something that ends up hurting. of course, you should always try to follow the if-it-hurts-then-stop rule, but you can’t avoid the pain altogether as you learn your body’s boundaries, so i ended up getting to a point where getting better feels like getting worse.

on that note, i’ve also learned that there’s a pretty distinct difference between milder “i should proceed with caution” pain and intense “stop what you’re doing right now” pain. as much as avoiding things that hurt is ideal, it’s not always realistic, but my body has definitely been very clear in telling me what i can and can’t compromise on. in the beginning i was really paranoid about doing anything that caused any pain at all, but now i’m more familiar with where i can push a bit further if needed and where i really need to hold off.

i’ve been getting chills much more easily lately, and they’ve also been SUPER strong. i’ll be watching a show or listening to music and something will give me chills, and it’s a really intense feeling all across my ribs, and even thinking about the thing that caused it brings on a whole new wave. i’m super curious to see if it’s just a temporary result of my nerves doing their thing or if it’ll stick around long-term. it’s not unpleasant at all, i honestly really like it.

i got some food for myself for the first time today (day 6) and it just involved slicing some pretty soft cheese, but wow, it was a workout for my shoulder. i’m guessing it’s because i haven’t really used my muscles in that way for a week, and because not being able to use my chest muscles means i was relying on my shoulder a lot more to do all the work of moving my arm. by the time i was done, just holding the block of cheese to put it back in the fridge felt like lifting weights.

i didn’t change my shirt the first few days but i’ve changed a few times now, and we’ve perfected the art of getting a button up shirt on me without overreaching my arms at all. basically, you want to put both arms into the sleeves before you lift the shirt up onto your shoulders, because once the shirt is on one shoulder, you have to reach back a lot farther to get to the other sleeve. once you have both arms in, you can lift it onto your shoulders and button it. ideally, whoever’s helping you should do most of the work to pull the sleeves over your arms so you don’t have to stretch your arm out to get them on. i’m sure that’ll be overkill once i have a bit more mobility, but for now, it works great. it definitely would be tough if the shirt was fitted though, so i’m glad i went up a size.

i hope my posts like this have been helpful, or at least interesting to read! i’ll definitely keep updating as time goes on and things change, and i’m also going to work on a breakdown of my experience at the hospital pre- and post-op, as well as my post-op appointment experience once that happens tomorrow.

y’all are getting the good, the bad, and the ugly of my recovery experience. i know a lot of this has been very focused on the bad and the ugly so far because surgery is generally rough, but i’m going to see my chest again tomorrow so stay tuned for some good!

[cyanide-mustard]

Chapter 5 ~ I don't have the words to describe (how much you mean to me)

On Ao3

Chapter 5: The tide pulls me in and drowns me

Summary:

James tries to fix what she's done. It backfires.

Notes:

AN: Firstly, Happy New Year!!!! Secondly, sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors, my English is shit. My friend helps me edit sometimes but her schedule is very busy. Thank you for your patience! And lastly, thank you guys for all your wonderful comments and all the love you've shown this fic! It helps me so much to see that people are enjoying what I write and it gives me so much motivation to write the next chapter! Thanks for all the love!!!   Here's the alphabet and translations are always in the end notes! :) A=𝜩, B=𝜣, C=𝝃, D=𝛴, E=𝜓, F=𝝇, G=𝝋, H=𝝺, I=𝛃, J=𝝣, K=𝝥, L=𝟄, M=𝟇, N=𝞖, O=𝝠, P=𝝮, Q=𝞈, R=𝞀, S=𝞏, T=𝞔, U=𝞒, V=𝞃, W=𝝸, X=𝞹, Y=𝞾, Z=𝞙

Yesterday, once James had left the lab, it seemed that the two men couldn’t focus on their work. So they went home, under the decided reasoning that the past two weeks were wearing them all out. Jayce and Viktor weren’t strangers to late nights or working themselves to the bone. They also weren’t strangers to long periods of time where they couldn’t have sex; Hextech was their baby, it had required lots of time and energy, especially in the early days but now thankfully their baby was starting to grow up and didn’t require their attention 24/7.

Which is why when they got home they both raced for their bedroom and once inside, started, to put it as nicely as possible, started fucking like rabbits. They figured they had a good two hours before James was home and made sure to put that time to use. When they heard the door slam they had just finished a couple minutes before and both men were lying on bed catching their breaths. They took a second to put their clothes back on to look presentable but when they went into the living room she was nowhere to be found. They called out her name and upon hearing no response they opened her door to find her sleeping form on her bed. Assuming she was as exhausted as they were from the week, they chose to leave her sleeping soundly.

The first thing Jayce and Viktor had noticed the next morning was all the sticky notes James had put up were now gone. Jayce missed the little picture that stood in the foyer, the one James had drawn on the second day of her being here. The drawing of the three of them together made their apartment feel more homely and its absence was the most notable aspect.

The next thing they noticed was that James had made them all breakfast but only two dishes were on the counter, the third was already washed and drying. While the two ate breakfast, Viktor missed their routine of eating all together.

The third thing they noticed was a piece of paper in between their dishes. It said, “I go library, I study there, I come home at 8”.

The two men felt uneasy to say the least.

“Do you think something is wrong?” Viktor asked the younger man

“No it’s probably just us overthinking it” Jayce said without his usual air of confidence.

“She’ll come home tonight” The statement was made seemingly as self-reassurance more than anything else.

Their day proved to be less than productive. Viktor spent the day waiting for James to come up to his workspace and ask him something or just have a conversation. While Jayce would keep asking James to pass him a tool, his hand stretched out waiting for the tool to be placed in it only to realize, in embarrassment, that she wasn’t there and he had his hand out waiting for nothing.

When they got home Viktor decided to make a specialty dish of Zaun, one that was rich with warm spices and brought comfort to him even as he had grown older. He wasn’t sure if he made it to comfort himself, Jayce or James.

The two men waited till James came home to eat. When she walked through the door and saw them, Viktor swore he saw something like disappointment cross her face.

“You’re home! Let’s eat!” Jayce moves to the table, excited to see James and at the prospect of eating.

“Oh, um I am not hungry, I will 𝜓at dinner later” She walks to her room leaving no room for discussion, closing the door behind her.

Jayce and Viktor look at each other, the former trying to keep a pout off his face and the latter trying not to look disheartened for the sake of his partner.

“I-....I am sure she has had a long day. Let us give her space” Viktor says hesitantly

They ate in mostly silence trying not to let their mood take hold, but if anyone else had been in that room, they would have wondered if the two men were a pair of kicked puppies.

When they went to bed around 12, the only indication that James was even in the house was the warm light sneaking out from the bottom of her door.

The next day isn’t better.

Just like yesterday, there was breakfast and a note. Today, it read slightly differently. It read, “I went to library, I study there, I come home at 8, do not wait for me to eat”. The last line felt like a slap to the face. They had done something to offend her and now she didn’t even want to eat with them anymore.

The same unproductive day passes. They eat dinner and wait read afterwards on the couch. When James comes home, Jayce pops off the couch.

“Do you wanna come to the forge with me tomorrow? It's a great way to relieve stress and it’s a ton of fun!” he asks as casually as he can (but let’s be realistic here, this is Jayce, it was about 3 degrees removed from casual).

“I w𝝠uld like to but I have to study” James responds and just like the night before leaves no room for argument.

They are left crestfallen in the living room.

“She seems to be improving her Piltovian very quickly, she is probably running off that energy and enthusiasm” Viktor offers tonight.

The third day passes the same.

Caitlyn comes to visit the lab and to see James everyone. She becomes as miserable as Jayce and Viktor when she realises James isn’t there.

Tonight, when James comes home, the boys can see her eyes look sunken in and red from strain. When Viktor suggests they go to a café for a quick study break in the afternoon, it’s met with rejection, no excuse this time.

When she closes her door, Viktor has no words of comfort to offer tonight. Jayce and Viktor head to bed for a night of restless sleep.

The fourth day is the worst by far.

Viktor doesn’t even think he writes a full complete sentence that day. Jayce takes two breaks midday to head to the forge and blow off steam while Viktor takes a nap in the lab. When they get home, they go to bed early.

Jayce thinks he wakes up sometime around 4 in the morning with his throat feeling parched, so he makes his way to the kitchen. He’s stopped by the sight of James sitting and studying at the table, however her eyes are glazed over and it doesn’t look like she’s even reading what’s on the page. He takes a moment to observe her. Her appearance sucks the air from his lungs. Her face looks drawn, almost sickly. The same cheeks that once held a rosy colour and fullness, are now missing, and he would have thought someone punched her with how dark her eyes looked.

He approached the kitchen making his steps louder so as to not scare her with his presence. She heard him but the only acknowledgement he got was a glance up and then a look of shame. When he filled his glass up at the sink, he also saw her dinner dish sitting by the side; some of it had been eaten but definitely not enough to fill anyone. He hesitated on going back to bed. He didn’t know what was happening to James, he didn’t know what to say or do. In the end he walked to his room.

He may not know what was happening but he would tell Viktor in the morning and whatever it was they would fix it together.

When they wake in the morning, he tells Viktor what he saw; This wasn’t the one or two off days they thought it might be on the first day, it was more serious than that and if they didn’t do something about it soon James looked like she might just fade away.

“I think we made her uncomfortable. Maybe we pushed her too hard or it was all too new, too soon” Viktor theorised.

“We’ll apologize tonight and make this right” Jayce to Viktor’s hand in his, trying to soothe his partner.

The only thing holding Viktor together through the day was knowing that she would come back home.

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James doesn’t come home.

8 o’clock passes and soon 9 o’clock too.

At 10, they go looking for her.

They find her slumped over a desk with notes and books scattered on the table. In the dead of the library no one has noticed the sleeping woman. Jayce and Viktor share a look of concern before waking her.

Her head jolts up.

“What are you doing here?” she questions in alarm.

“James, it’s 10:20, you did not come home. We thought something had happened to you” Viktor replies

Her face contorts in distress. She covers a hand over her mouth.

“I am so sorry, 𝝠𝝺 𝟇𝞾 𝝋𝝠𝛴, 𝛃’𝟇 𝞏𝝠 𝞏𝝠𝞀𝞀𝞾!” Her eyes starting to water as she talks “I did not know, I 𝟄𝝠𝞏𝞔, 𝝇𝞒𝝃𝝥! I lost the time, I fell asleep”

“James it is okay, we were just worried” Viktor takes her hand, trying to provide her a modicum of comfort.

Jayce, standing away from James, had been unusually quiet since the moment they found her.

“Why are you doing this?” He finally speaks. James looks up at him. His face is scrunched in frustration.

“What?” she said, her voice barely audible.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you spending every single hour of the day studying? Why aren’t you sleeping or eating? Why are you avoiding us? Did we do something wrong? Tell us so we can fix it because it’s not fair to us. We can’t fix what we’ve done if we don’t know what it is” His voice rising with desperation.

Her head hangs down as shame fills her body. When she meets his eyes again, Jayce wishes he kept his mouth closed as he sees tears fall down her face.

“I am a 𝜣𝞒𝞀𝛴𝜓𝞖…. a burden here, I am a 𝜣𝞒𝞀𝛴𝜓𝞖 to you. All I have done is interrupt your lives, eat your food, live in your 𝝺𝝠𝟇𝜓, your house. I do not have way to pay back, to give back” She tries to hold her voice steady but it waivers. She wraps her arms around her body, one hand rubbing her bicep to self-soothe “𝛃 𝞖𝜓𝜓𝛴, I need to learn fast, I need to find way home, so I do not bother you anymore, so you do not hate me. I do not want you to hate me, I can’t- ”

She’s cut off by Jayce pulling her into his arms. As the shock wears off, silent sobs wrack her body as she relaxes into the hug. Her head rests in the crook of his neck as he tries to hold her as tight as he can, worried if he lets go she might disappear.

He only loosened his arms to welcome Viktor, who looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting to comfort her somehow. They don’t know how long the three of them stand there embraced, but her tears eventually ease up and they pull apart. Viktor places his hands on her cheeks and uses his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

Viktor is the first to speak

“You are not a burden, you are not a bother and we do not hate you. I do not think we could hate you even if you tried.” Viktor says gently but firmly, leaving no room for misinterpretation. “You are a new welcome inclusion into our lives, not an interruption”

Jayce holds her hand and adds “You don’t need to pay us or give something back. We’re helping you because you’re our friend. If you want to learn Plitovian to get home that’s fine but don’t think you have to learn because we don’t want you here. We want you to stay with us for as long as you want to”

“I am s𝝠rry”

“No sorrys, you have nothing to apologize for,” Viktor holds her hand in his right as he guides her to the exit “Let us go home, yes? I believe one of us still needs to eat”

As they walk home, the two men never let go of her hand. She’s trapped in her own thoughts going over the events of the night and the past couple days. Jayce stops her before she can fall too far down the rabbit hole of her mind.

“I can hear you thinking too much,” He gently squeezes her hand, “we want you here.”

James looks at him almost like she believes him but there’s still a hint of doubt there. Viktor senses this and speaks up.

“How about this? When you feel like you are intruding or being a burden or anything else, ask me. Ask us. And we will tell you. Honestly”

“Honestly?”

“Yes, here like this” Viktor’s eyes shimmered with mirth, “Jayce did you drink the last of my sweetmilk last week?”

“Yes” he grumbled under his breath, his signature pout now apparent on his face. James giggled at his confession and quickly Jayce’s pout was replaced by a soft smile at seeing her laugh again.

When they arrived home, she ate and once she reassured the boys she would be okay, they all went to bed. Well, minus Jayce who tossed and turned for 2 hours before going to sleep on the couch. He wanted to make sure James went to sleep and didn’t get up in the middle of the night. He worried if she was too far away she’d leave the house again but this time she’d disappear and he would never see her again.

Notes:

Oh my god, I’m so sorry! = 𝝠𝝺 𝟇𝞾 𝝋𝝠𝛴, 𝛃’𝟇 𝞏𝝠 𝞏𝝠𝞀𝞀𝞾!, Lost, fuck! = 𝟄𝝠𝞏𝞔, 𝝇𝞒𝝃𝝥!, burden = 𝜣𝞒𝞀𝛴𝜓𝞖, Home = 𝝺𝝠𝟇𝜓, I need = 𝛃 𝞖𝜓𝜓𝛴

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[fandom-nursery]

Evie agere headcanons

Regresses to around 5-6 years old 

Voluntary regressor. She has a pretty strict regression schedule for herself. Back on the isle Evie figured out the times that her mother was away/completely occupied every week and used that time to regress. Even after coming to Auradon she maintained her schedule 

She spent a lot of time alone and so knows herself pretty well. She has a very good sense of how often she needs to regress and generally knows what tends to put her into/bring her out of her headspace

Back on the Isle she knew her regression was something her mother wouldn’t approve of but there were lots of things like that so it didn’t deter her. She just knew she had to keep it hidden. 

Since she was castle schooled for so long and lived in isolation she didn’t develop the same need to hide her emotions as the others did so she tends to be more expressive 

She likes to make up stories and explain things from her picture books to people 

Evie  is very independent and struggles a bit to let others take care of her. She is very polite and can be a bit anxious. Not in the way carlos is anxious but in a “pleasure to have in clase” kind of way where expends a lot of her energy to make sure she does everything right so no one gets mad at her and she isn’t a bother 

Sleeping makes her a little nervous so she pretty much never naps. Her mom told too many stories of princesses being cursed into a death-like sleep that they never woke up from and they stuck with her 

Evie as a person enjoys being swept off her feet little or not, and Jay and Mal will often scoop her up just to hear her laugh 

She loves to play pretend! Especially tea party games and games where she gets to dress up 

Evie also loves to read or, if the book in question is a little bit too difficult for her while she's little, be read to. 

Evie really loves any food that is prepared to make it look fancy. Tiny sandwiches with the crust cut off and a little toothpick holding it, or fruit that's been cut up nicely, or tiny desserts make her very excited. The other VKs all work very hard to make her food she likes since she tends to have some problems eating while big due to lingering insecurity about her weight. Ben makes it a point to bring her something special from the palace kitchens if he is visiting 

Evie has very good manners that were instilled in her from a young age. She used to get in a lot of trouble for messing them up when she was a kid so now she really sticks to them even though her mother is no longer around 

Evie, as everyone expected, loves dolls and has amassed a big collection. She loves dressing them up and doing their hair and most importantly giving them fulfilling lives where they don’t have to be pretty and are more than just their looks. It’s very therapeutic for her. 

In a somewhat awkward attempt to help take care of Evie and show her love as a friend Mal once brought her a doll she had found while on the isle. It was dirty and the porcelain face had cracked. Some of its hair was missing along with an entire hand. It was old and chipped and looked so far from perfect. Evie fell in love with it. She spent hours tenderly restoring the doll. She cleaned it and made a prosthetic hand out of clay. She designed her pretty clothes and redid some of her paint and styled her hair to cover the bald places. The doll helps remind her that things can and do have value even when they aren’t perfect 

Evie designed herself an entire wardrobe change for when she’s regressed and loves getting dressed in her new outfit choice immediately when she starts to slip. Having clothes that are only for little time helps her regress 

She has some pacifiers that she impulse bought and some she made because they looked pretty but while regressed she never ends up using them 

She came out about her regression in an attempt to make Carlos feel less nervous after he admitted his. Ben is around enough that he has also learned about her regression. A few days after the coronation she also told Doug who was very supportive and respected her wishes for him to not be around while she was regressed. She felt weird about the guy she wanted to date taking care of her while she was little. 

The VK’s do a great job taking care of her. She never had a real desire for a caregiver since she was always able to take care of herself so well but letting other people watch over her has been really nice 

When talking about letting the others take care of her while regressed she requested no nicknames that had to do with her beauty. She wanted to try and avoid feeling like her worth was in her looks while little the way she felt growing up. Because of this her friends usually call her difference talents she has like seamstress, smartiepants, mathwiz, etc

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

hi

i just got diagnosed with me cfs about a month ago. I've been bedbound since July (doctors think I got it post-covid) and I'm extremely bored. I've been working on isolation by seeing friends once a week but it's just like... how do i fill the rest of my time? I can't stand to watch tv or scroll tumblr anymore, the internet is making me depressed. So what do I do? I'm sleeping like 16 hours a day. I can only get up to do simple chores and stuff. I struggle with reading/processing info and I lie down most of the day. How do I entertain myself? Especially with something that feels fun, satisfying, and "productive."

TLDR: newly bedbound and in need of a hobby I can do offline from bed, please help <3

hi, thanks for asking! I also spent the vast majority of the first 3 or so years I had CFS laying down, it can definitely be difficult to find stuff to do. Here are some things I did:

Video games. This one is a pretty common recommendation but I can't not recommend it because it's what I do pretty much all the time. If you have trouble positioning a computer like I did you can get an overbed desk (I have this one and it's served me pretty well). If you're looking for game reccs, the Sims 4 is now free and there's a ton of free custom content available for it online for when you get bored of basegame. For paid games, Minecraft, Don't Starve Together (even if you're playing alone the Together version is better), Oxygen Not Included, 7 Days to Die, and Sheltered all have a ton of replayability. I also recommend adding items to your wishlist and waiting for sales if you're buying games off Steam, Sheltered is actually on sale for $3 on Steam until Nov. 21.

Textile work. There's a reason a lot of textiles are considered "grandma" hobbies, they're easy to do with limited energy. There's a ton of disability adaptations for textile projects like knitting, crocheting, embroidery, weaving, etc. Choose one that seems fun to learn and go for it. I tried to do knitting but found it hard laying down so I switched to crochet and it's been going pretty well. It's fairly inexpensive as well, crochet hooks are like $5 and you can fine cheap yarn at places like Walmart for less than $5.

Art. You don't have to be good at it or have fancy supplies, either. I'm a big fan of coloring books, both physical ones and coloring book apps. I also use an app called Sketchbook to make digital art on my phone sometimes. You can trace stock photos to help you practice, or you can just make your entire art process tracing and coloring in stock photos.

Writing. Another one you don't have to be good at. Just think of stuff and write it down. You don't even need to write it down if you don't want to, you can just tell yourself stories in your head as well. Writing fanfiction can be a tool to help you get inspired to write your own stuff too. I got into writing by writing Warrior cats fanfic that was objectively bad, but it was fun and it laid the groundwork for making my own stuff. You can also just keep writing fanfiction if that's what you enjoy.

Origami. This one's a little niche but I find makng origami very satisfying. Some people claim you need special origami paper, you don't, regular notebook paper is fine. The instructions from this website have been useful for me.

That's all I have as far as hobby suggestions, if anyone has any other suggestions feel free to add!

[walking-loather]

Okay I know this is probably gross to some people, but: Just realised that the reason i dont like to change my clothes every day, and often sleep in the clothes I was wearing is out of a feeling of guilt.

I feel like its wasteful to only wear clothes for a couple of hours. Like thats what it comes down to.

Granted, part of why I feel its wasteful is mainly because of how much energy it takes me to wash them.

But I also dont feel like its necessarily unhygienic to wear the same clothes for a few days. I spend most of my day in bed. I live a very sedentary lifestyle due to my Disability. Cos of that, im not really sweating or anything along those lines. The only time i do change everyday is if i feel like my clothes get dirty (like i go outside, or i get sweaty, or i exercise in them, or I spill something on them).

Dont get me wrong: im not living in dirty clothes or squalor and filth. I make sure to change things like underwear regularly. I am very concerned with cleanliness and I often have obsessive thoughts related to hygiene. When im not changing every day its because I feel like the clothes are still almost as fresh as when i put them on, and are acceptable by hygienic standards. I change them when they're not, or I feel able to. Of course there are times when i am physically unable to change myself, and I still struggle with asking for help to do so.

I also feel like its a waste of water to wash clothes if theyre not "dirty enough" yet. I also wash only on the quickest cycle to try and minimise this.

But im also realising that it is impacting my mental health by not changing my clothes regularly, and its also not the most hygienic practice.

I dont know, I just feel a lot of guilt around anything that has to do with water usage. I always try to minimise as much as I can.

Like, i like to wash my face in lukewarm water because using cold water is often painful on my joints and makes the experience more unpleasant, so then im less likely to do so in the first place. But the water in my place takes a long time to heat up, especially in winter, and so I feel so incredibly wasteful while I'm waiting for it to do so. So then i also dont end up washing my face at all, out of a desire to not be wasteful.

I spent a couple of years living in a drought and became incredibly mindful with my water use and so I'm quite conservative in regards to it. I dont water my garden, and I wash my car like... Less than 5 times a year because of this. I just feel like its unnecessary and would be wasteful to act otherwise. But thats also translated to feelings of anxiety and guilt when it comes to using water in necessary daily activities, like self care.

I dont know. Im just feeling really stuck. I need to get into the habit of changing my clothes every day for the sake of my wellbeing, but increased laundry is physically taxing, and i feel like the water use is wasteful. Does anyone have advice?

[businessethusiast]

Digital Detox: The Growing Trend and Its Implications

In our lives which are now driven by gadgets and screens everywhere, tech connects us to the world. However at the same time, it also brings us down causing stress and fatigue. That's when digital detox comes into picture, a growing trend where people take breaks from tech to refresh their minds, focus better and reconnect with the actual world. 

In this article we'll learn all about digital detox and why it's necessary.

What Is a Digital detox?

1. Time out from tech

   - It’s like taking a break from phones, laptops and other devices.  

   - You simply take a pause from using all digital devices to take some time to recharge yourself.  

2. Pick your style

   - Detox can be for a day, a weekend or even just an hour every evening.  

   - In that specific time you either avoid all devices, or just skip social media or work emails.  

3. Tech free zones

   - Create spaces where gadgets aren’t welcome, you decide, can be your dining table or the bedroom.  

   - These zones then become places to chill and reconnect with the nature and people around.

4. Offline adventures

   - Make use of this detox time for non-digital activities such as hiking, reading or painting.  

   - It’s about taking time out to focus on hobbies you might have forgotten!  

5. Reconnect with simplicity 

   - Instead of endless scrolling, try out stuff like journaling, meditating or just taking time alone with your thoughts.  

   - It’s a chance to slow down from the rat race and enjoy life’s little moments.  

Why is digital detox trending?  

1. Screen overload

   - Work emails, social media, and constant pings can make life super chaotic.  

   - People get fatigued from staring at screens all day.  

2. The need for balance

   - Everyone somewhere wants to enjoy life offline—play with kids, talk to friends or just take a walk in nature.  

   - A detox helps find this much needed balance between digital and real-world activities.  

3. Mental health matters

   - Social media for many can lead to problems like anxiety and comparison.  

   - Taking a break helps clear your mind and boosts your confidence.  

4. Physical well being

   - Lesser screen time means better sleep, less eye strain, and no neck aches.  

   - You’ll feel a lot more energetic and active!  

5. Quality over quantity

   - People need to have connections that are more meaningful, not just online likes or messages.  

   - Talking face-to-face feels more real and fulfilling.  

Benefits of a digital detox 

1. Happier mind

- Stress reduction: No annoying notifications gives alot of peace of mind than you'd expect.

- Focus boost: Concentrating becomes easier without continuous distractions.  

- Better mood: Time spent offline reduces anxiety and helps lift your spirits.  

2. Stronger relationships

- Real conversations: Being able to talk without checking your phone every two minutes.  

- Bonding Time: Playing fun games, cooking together or just sharing stories can be some great ways to spend quality time.  

- Shared experiences: 

Create memories offline, like family picnics or road trips.  

3. More energy

- Sound sleep: No late-night scrolling means you wake up refreshed and in a much better mood.  

- Active lifestyle: More time for quality activities like yoga, walking or dancing to your favorite tunes.  

- Relaxed body: Less slouching and screen glare means lower body aches and pains.  

4. Creative sparks 

- New hobbies: Try out fun activities like painting, baking or learning a new instrument.  

- Big ideas: A mind free from clutter is better for brainstorming and creativity.  

- Mindful living: Notice the beauty of little things around you instead of staring at a screen mindlessly for hours.

5. Freedom to Be you

- No comparisons: No social media means no comparing your life to others’ perfect pictures.  

- Personal growth: Reflect on your own goals and work on self improvement.  

- Simple joys: Get to enjoy sunsets, books or long talks without annoying interruptions.  

Challenges of digital detoxing  

1. FOMO strikes

   - Fear of missing out on messages or trending memes is very valid!  

   - But the truth is the world will keep spinning even when you take a break.  

2. Habit breaking is hard  

   - Picking up your phone out of boredom becomes second nature.  

   - It actually takes a lot of effort to replace scrolling with more meaningful activities.  

3. Work calls

   - Emails and work chats can make unplugging harder.  

   - Letting your team know you’re taking a break by detoxing and setting clear boundaries is the way to go.  

4. Boredom blues

   - The first few hours can feel dull without screens.  

   - At such times it's important to keep yourself busy by engaging in fun offline activities to ease into it.  

5. Social pressure

   - Friends might ask why you’re not replying instantly.  

   - But when you explain your detox plan—they might even join you!  

Fun ways to start a digital detox

1. Morning rituals

   - Start your day free of tech, so you can take your time out to meditate, read or sip coffee without a screen.  

   - It helps set a peaceful tone for the rest of your day.  

2. Game night

   - Organize a tech-free evening with your friends or family with board games or card games.  

   - It’s exciting, interactive and brings everyone together.  

3. Detox buddy

   - Find your detox buddy by pairing up with a friend or family member.  

   - This way you can keep each other motivated and share progress stories.  

4. Weekend challenges

   - Have one weekend every month to be completely offline.  

   - Make good use of this time by engaging in outdoor activities, exploring new hobbies or simply relaxing.  

5. Nature retreats

   - Go out in nature, hike, camp or just have a fun day at the beach.  

   - Nature offers the perfect distraction from all the digital cravings.  

6. Tech free dinner

   - Dedicate your meal time in a no-phone zone.  

   - Enjoy conversations and have fun at every bite without distractions.  

Implications of the digital detox trend

1. Social shifts

   - Families and friends get more chances to reconnect, creating stronger bonds.  

   - Events like tech-free gatherings are gaining more and more popularity.  

2. Workplace changes

   - Employers can promote detoxes to encourage a healthier work-life balance.  

   - Tech free hours in offices can boost productivity and focus.  

3. Mindful tech use

   - People become more intentional about how and when they make use of gadgets.  

   - Apps such as screen-time trackers help users stay accountable.  

4. Cultural norms

   - Society might normalize taking breaks from tech, making it less “weird.”  

   - Digital detoxing has great potential to soon become a regular part of modern life.  

5. New adventures

   - Offline experiences such as pottery classes, escape rooms or nature walks—might trend as alternatives to screen time.  

Extra fun ways to rock your digital detox

A digital detox doesn’t necessarily have to be boring. It can totally be exciting, lighthearted and totally worth it! Here’s how you can have more fun in your gadget-free time:  

1. Try some artsy fun 

- Let your imagination run wild, paint, sketch something silly or make paper crafts.  

- You don’t need to be a great artist—just have fun and laugh at your masterpiece!  

- Bonus points if you make something so goofy it ends up in your fridge!  

2. Host some fun games

- Challenge your friends and family in funny games such as spoon-and-egg races or balloon volleyball. 

- It'll be hilarious and will get everyone moving!  

3. Build a blanket fort

- Grab all your blankets, pillows and your imagination.  

- Come up with the coziest fort ever, and then chill in it with a good book and some snacks.  

- The only challenge here will be, you might never want to leave.  

4. Be a tourist in your town  

- Visit parks, cool shops or just random landmarks nearby.  

- Act as if you're on vacation and snap mental pictures instead of selfies.  

- You’ll get to know about some cool places you didn’t know existed!  

5. Have a giggle fest

- Send time reminiscing about funny and hearty childhood stories.  

- Laughter is the best way to forget about missing your phone.  

Super simple ways to start a detox

1. Hide your phone

   - Put it in a drawer or give it to someone to hide it. Out of sight, out of mind!  

2. Pick a spot free from all the tech

   - Choose a place where gadgets aren’t allowed, can be  your bed or the dinner table.  

3. Set a Fun Timer

   - No need to rush, start small with 30 minutes of screen free fun. You can gradually increase it.

4. Turn off notifications

   - Those dings and buzzes? They can wait. Enjoy the quiet instead.  

5. Celebrate every little win

   - Made it an hour without your phone? Treat yourself to chocolate or a happy dance!  

To sum it all up, digital detoxing is nothing but a small step offering big rewards. It helps you regain the joy of living in the moment, boosts relationships and helps bring clarity to your life. So choose unplug for a while, and get ready to love the real world waiting for you!

[art-of-manliness]

What You Can Learn About Shedding Pounds From the Vacation Weight Loss Paradox

Over the holidays, the McKays took a first-ever trip to Hawaii. While on this week-long vacation, I loosened up my usual diet. I didn’t track my macros like I usually do. We ate out every night, and always followed these big dinners with dessert.  Yet, when I got home and weighed myself, I found that I hadn’t gained any weight. Instead, I had lost two pounds. It reminded me of an observation strength coach Dan John made in our interview about fat loss. John’s noticed the same paradox with his clients that I experienced: people often come back from vacation lighter than when they left, even when they stay at buffet-heavy, all-inclusive resorts and feel like they ate and indulged more while on the trip.  John thinks this paradox comes down to the fact that while you’re on vacation, you often: Move more. I think this was the biggest factor in my vacation weight loss. When you’re on vacation, you frequently do much more physical activity than you do back home, walking many sightseeing miles across a city, strolling for hours through museums, or trekking the vast landscape that is Disney World. I spent each day in Hawaii swimming, boogie boarding, and hiking; even though I didn’t do any dedicated workouts while I was away, I was probably 10X more active than I am in my usual sedentary routine. As Dr. James Levine shared in our podcast about non-exercise activity thermogenesis, or NEAT, research shows you can manage your weight simply by moving your body more outside the gym. Match an increase in calories with an increase in NEAT, and you won’t gain weight. Make your caloric expenditure from NEAT exceed your caloric intake, and you’ll lose weight. Feel less stressed. I found that, even though I was much more active on my trip, my appetite was actually reduced. Though the meals I ate were bigger and richer than usual, I had less of a propensity to snack, so while it felt like I was eating more than usual, I’m really not sure whether my caloric intake went up significantly or not.  This decrease in hunger may have to do with the way physical activity has been shown to regulate appetite, to the increase in the quality of my sleep (see below), or to the significant reduction in stress I experienced in waking up and going to sleep to the sound of the ocean’s waves. Stress increases cortisol, and cortisol makes you hungry. Less stress = less hunger. A reduction in stress can also provide a healthifying boost to your metabolism overall. Sleep more. Being sleep deprived has been shown to have a negative effect on weight. When you don’t get adequate sleep, the hormones that make you feel hungry go up, while those that help you feel satiated go down. This leads to an increase in appetite, and you particularly crave high-carb food, as your body looks to sugar for energy to fight its fatigue. Additionally, insulin sensitivity drops and cortisol rises, making your body more apt to hang on to fat.  Getting sufficient sleep helps regulate hunger hormones and improves your metabolism, and you’re likely to get more sleep on vacation.  I’m not sure my quantity of sleep improved while I was in Hawaii because a (cursed, cursed) rooster woke us up each day at 5:30 a.m. But I do think all the physical activity greatly increased my sleep pressure each day, which significantly deepened my sleep.  As Dr. Levine also noted in our conversation, sleep and NEAT create a virtuous cycle: when you move more during the day, you get better sleep at night, and when you get better sleep at night, you have the energy to move more during the day. What’s great about recognizing the vacation weight loss paradox is that you can apply it to losing weight outside of vacation. It shows that you can lose weight without giving a lot of attention to and getting really strict with your diet (though, of course, dietary changes will enhance your results). Increase your sleep and physical activity while reducing your stress, and it’s possible to trim down naturally. While it may be easier to improve your stress, sleep, and… http://dlvr.it/T18vdv

[alyjojo]

Gift Ideas For Your Cancer - December 🛵 2023:

What they want: 7 Pentacles & The World

What they need: Knight of Cups & The Lovers

The thought behind it: Ace of Pentacles & 5 Cups

Main Energy: Page of Cups

Gift ideas for Cancer:

In the preshuffle I heard that “Whip It” song from the 80’s, and then it changed to the Swiffer song from the (old?) commercial, and I laughed 😂 and said “a cleaning service?”, then 6 Wands came flying out as confirmation - YES. That’s not what came out as the main energy here, but it’s definitely for someone that’s super busy and burdened, they can’t keep up with everything they have on their plate plus an extra five hours to clean, like those hours are for much needed (and not enough) sleep, and they would deeply appreciate something like that.

The main energy here is heavily about romance, if this is your person they *need* you to go all out for them 💚 They just want something to end, I don’t know what’s ending or what needs to, but they’ve spent a lot of time dealing with, working on, carrying something that they just want to be done with, be successful or fail idfc anymore just be done! Could be a job, some may have lost a job, lost a partner, there’s been an end to something…or not quite over with but they want it to be. They need to be cheered up. Or for someone, this could be your energy, wanting to do something nice and you don’t have a lot of money. You could offer work, like a “cleaning service” or even a baby-sitter, with Page of Cups here, but for cheaper than whatever the going rate is.

1. Elaborate, romantic, well thought out dates. This can include anything and ought to be personal to your Cancer, Page of Cups can also represent a proposal for some. I’m getting if you don’t have a lot for a diamond ring 💍 you could propose with a much smaller, less expensive but cute…ring with a heart, or their birthstone, some simple but cute romantic quote. And then they can pick out their own later on, someday, less stress on you 🤷🏻‍♀️ Or ask their parent/sibling/friend to dig for info, surprise! Or maybe you’ve already done that and it’s time for an upgrade. Super specific. Otherwise any gesture of romantic interest, love, date nights, time alone together. If not your person, jewelry is a safe bet, the sweeter the better.

2. Different options to something they already love. First thing I got with that was hot sauce, marinades, or spices, like a whole pack of 10 of them, and I specifically heard lemon - someone likes lemon flavors the most 🍋 Or fish? Heard fish too. Maybe sushi, or supplies to make sushi…but not food specifically. They just want options, they’re tired of one flavor, regarding everything. Hopefully not lovers 🤭 That is here so, if that’s on your list. Do not take it if it’s not, it would be a known thing.

3. A vegetable 🥕 garden, starter kit, a greenhouse, pretty ceramic pots or gardening things generally. Bonsai. Aloe. Mint. Mostly for money, but I’m picking up on Cancers that want to make their own stuff, their own veggies, their own clothes even, self sufficient and a clean & recycling conscious way of doing things. Whatever is useful for their space, indoor/outdoor, not everyone can have a full fledged vegetable garden, but herbs sure. I heard “mushrooms”, and I’m seeing this guy I watch on YouTube that makes vegan things with Lion’s Mane mushrooms, specifically, they’re big and chonky idk if they’re expensive, probably if you use a lot of them. If your Cancer uses a lot of those, growing them at home would be great. That idea - with anything. If they are obsessed with a particular thing, how can we do this at home?

[humansun]

i got NERVE (you got..you need to uncover)

Written Friday, July 21st, 2023 at 5:40PM

Hi. I have nerves. Running. All. Through my body.

Where am I at? I can barely think. It’s always when I’m talking to someone who is deeply self-aware that I start getting nervous and sweaty and stressed.

I desire to have wisdom. Just like these folks I admire. ANYWAY.

Normally after a call or informational with a high-profile individual, I want to call people and tell them about it. But, because I have the luxury of being at home, with my laptop, Wifi, and a fan (in this heat), I will take advantage of this blank document that I could wordbarf my feelings on! Yay.

Jesus. Why are people so amazing? It makes no sense. I need to thank the people who have done a lot for me in my life because why did they do these amazing things for me? I could never know.

For some reason right now, I thought about Disney and how walking away from it could have been a bad thing for me in a lot of different ways. I’m also thinking about how many people may have seen me walk away as a very idiotic thing to do, but I do not regret that decision whatsoever.

If I had not quit, I would have never gone through my interesting Vietnam travel experience. I would have never spent the last few months wandering around my community wondering what is going on in my life. I would have never found myself sitting here, in this chair, and thinking about all the things that I’m thinking in this moment.

My first biggest thought for Betty is:

You need to reach out to whoever inspires you, period. You never know what response you will get. You will never know who will be willing to support you. Do it. Don’t hesitate, and don’t, look, back.

The second big thought for Betty is:

You have yet to meditate, write creatively, or read today. That’s what you’re doing when you have your last meal. 

There are so many questions. So many! About what will happen in the next few months, if I’ll give myself a time limit, what can I do to really light that fire under my ass? How will I determine my path for success and a financially stable future? All the questions! (Cue Fuzzy’s “Oh Brother” Spongebob audio bite.)

I feel extremely grateful to have spoke to the people that I did. They are amazing. Women are awesome and underrated forever. I hope to grow immensely in the next couple months and years to be a better me whether physically, mentally, or creatively.

At this point, I just need to do the things that I say I will do and do them. Thank you!

Written 11:34PM

Bro, I need to work on my self-control. Sometimes, I’ll fall into a rabbit hole about other people’s lives because I’m not trying to handle my own business.

I had hot yoga a while ago, my bed seems free of ants, and I have a very packed day tomorrow where I basically can’t work on anything that I actually want to do unless I get less than 8 hours of sleep.

So Sunday has to be the day where I focus all my energy on moving forward in my career. Nothing less. 

I also need to prep my program application and have my sister or close friends review them before I submit. Blah. I feel like poo.

[natashaslesbian]

Tiny Dancer

Summary: You’re sick during the night and your mama looks after you

Word count: 665

Parings: Little/Kid Reader x Mama Natasha Romanoff (mention of Bruce)

Fluffyyy

Warnings: Mention of throwing up

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“MOMMY!” your little voice mustered up all the noice it could make “MAMA!” Natasha came running to your bedroom, hearing her daughters screams. “Y/n baby?” She called. She threw open the door and her 5 year old came crashing into her arms. “MOMMY!” You continued to cry. “Mommy’s here baby, what’s wrong?” She said as she lifted you up in her embrace. “Can you tell mommy what’s wrong?” You pointed over to your bed and Natasha walked over to investigate. She pulled back the duvet to find the remains of your dinner that you had just thrown up.

“‘M sorry mama” you hiccuped as you clutched onto your mommy’s sweatshirt. Your tummy flipping and tumbling all around. “Oh sweetheart it’s ok, you don’t have to be sorry y/n/n. Are you sick tiny dancer?” You nodded and pointed to your stomach “tum tum all icky” your tear stained cheeks broke Natasha’s heart, how had she not noticed you had gotten sick. Granted, your energy had dropped the last 24 hours but Natasha just put it down to you not sleeping right. Come to think of it, maybe you weren’t sleeping right because you were sick.

“Let’s get you some medicine, yeah baby girl?” You burrowed into your mamas neck and shook your head “taste gross” you whined. “I know sweetheart but it’ll make you feel better I promise, come on baby” Natasha said as she carried you into the main bathroom of your mini apartment Tony had designed on a lower floor of the tower. She grabbed the medicine and headed to the kitchen to make a glass of water and a hot water bottle. “Ewy ewy!” You complained as you swallowed the medicine. “I know y/n/n. Here have some more water to get rid of the taste”

After wrapping the hot water bottle in a thick tea towel to avoid you getting hurt, Natasha brought you both to the couch and swaddled you up in her arms. She rocked you gently with the hot water bottle resting on your tummy. She hummed a soft tune as she wiped away your stray tears. “Widow bear mommy” you whispered. “You want Widow bear? Shall we go and get her?” You spoke a quiet ‘yes’ and Natasha scooped you up of the couch and headed back to your bedroom. You made little grabby hands out to widow bear, a light brown teddy bear dressed in a black widow suit - your mommy gave her to you the day you were born.

“You ready to go back to sleep beautiful?” You had called for your mommy at 2am, it was now 4am, Natasha suspected you would be doing lots of sleeping until you were better, you looked exhausted. “You can come sleep in mama’s, I’ll get yours cleaned up in the morning” you loved sleeping in mommy’s bed, as proved by your sleepy “yay” Natasha sadly laughed at your adorable yet sick state, she grabbed your paci and carried you to her bedroom. As soon as she set you down on the bed you crawled right up to her side, inhaling the scent of your mama on the pillow.

Natasha climbed in on the other side and smothered you in a tight cuddle. “How does your tummy feel now baby?” She asked. “Still icky but less than before” you mumbled out, eyes already closed. “Get some rest y/n, you’ll feel better soon I promise” Natasha said as she reached over to turn of one of the nightlights (you still needed at least one on) “I love you mommy” you spoke as you drifted off into dream land. “I love you more” was the last thing you heard from your mama as you fell asleep.

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The next day you were much worse. You refused to eat and spent more than 3 hours over the toilet. Natasha took you to see Bruce at the first chance, you had been crying all morning and Natasha knew this was more than just a tummy bug. “It looks like the flu” Bruce diagnosed. “It’s most likely to get worse today and tomorrow but after that the symptoms should start to clear up” Natasha���s heart was shattered, you’d had the occasional coughs and colds but never the flu and she knew you felt terrible. She was devastated you would have to go through this for even longer.

When you were finally asleep, Natasha called Fury who immediately gave her all the time she needed to be with you. She spent the next three days by your side every second of every minute. She made you your favourite dino nuggets when you had more of an appetite. She sang you sweet lullaby’s while you were curled up in her arms with widow bear. Together you watched every barbie film imaginable and spent endless hours in the bathroom. You couldn’t wait to get better, but you were so happy to have your mommy with you through all of it.

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You tried your best to return the favour a few days later when your mama wound up sick, until auntie Wanda took over. You gave Natasha widow bear to make her feel better and delivered her tons of drawings. “Thank you tiny dancer”

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Thank you for reading :))))

This is the first little piece in a series of short stories I’m writing about Natasha and her daughter

Widow bear was an idea from another writer which I really wanted to include in this so if you know the origami creator please let me know so I can give credit<3

-Astara🩷

[thisismysecondrodeo]

School Daze pt. 4

AN: okay so there will also be a part 5 lmao but I think that will be the end!

Rating: Teen

Tags: Michelle Lasso, Henry Lasso, Second Chance Romance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Time Skips, Ted and Beard have the purest friendship, Ted Lasso Deserves Love, Getting Together, Angst

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Fic Masterlist

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Ted tried to sneak back into your room an hour later and he did an admirable job, but when he sat gently on the edge of the bed, you opened your arms to him and he fell into you with a chuckle. You stroked a hand along his bare back and he hummed. 

“How’s Beard?”

“Better when he left. I actually sent him to my place. Jane is…intense and it’s better if he can’t easily be found.” 

“That bad?” 

Ted tucked himself even closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Beard said she’s the closest thing he’s had to drugs since he quit ‘em.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go stay with him?” 

“Nah, I made sure he was okay. Well, as okay as he could be.” 

You smiled to yourself in the pitch-black room before pressing a kiss to Ted’s forehead, “We should probably go check on him tomorrow, don’t you think?” 

Ted sighed, a sound of contentment instead of exasperation. “Well, I won’t speak for him, but I think that might just work. Let’s get some sleep darlin’.” 

When you woke up Ted was across the room making coffee for both of you. “Ted, how are you functional right now,” you groaned, knowing he got even less sleep than you did. He made his way to your side of the bed, setting coffee on your nightstand. You sat up for the coffee, but what really woke you up was Ted in his boxers, his dress shirt on but still unbuttoned.

“Mornin’ handsome,” you flirted, pulling the sheets up to your chest and grabbing your coffee. Ted settled on top of the covers next to you with a chuckle. 

“Oh, you keep that up and we’re not makin’ it anywhere.” 

“Don’t foil my plans,” you whined, but you knew you weren’t going to make Ted choose between you and Beard. 

You and Ted spent the day with Beard, the three of you checking out a few landmarks none of you had managed to visit yet, and though you could tell he had a hard time accepting kindness he didn’t make a fuss. By the evening Beard was ready to be on his own again, and you and Ted insisted that Ted should continue staying with you and Beard could keep staying at his. Something about the joint decision-making, the way you fell so easily into Ted and Beard’s dynamic made everything feel more domestic and permanent. And that made you sad because nothing about this was permanent

Ted picked up on the change as soon as the two of you were alone, but he was hesitant about pressing. Sure, you weren’t Michelle—in a lot of ways—but he still didn’t want to ruin this new, fragile thing by forcing solutions to your apparent sadness. Instead, he matched your energy, sitting quietly on the couch, offering his hand instead of just touching you and when you had thought about how to express yourself, you opened up on your own. 

“I really like being here. And it's not just about you—though it is a lot about you. But I like Richmond. I like walking on the green and watching people watch soccer and befriending people in the neighborhood. And I just know it’s going to wreck me when I leave.” 

Ted nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing you sweetly. “Darlin’ it’s going to wreck me too. I’ve had more practice with it, what with Henry and all, but it doesn’t get easier to leave or to watch people go.” 

Ted wanted to offer you something. He wanted you to stay and his coaching job paid him enough that he could probably make that happen, but he didn’t know the first thing about citizenship. He knew he’d be crazy to offer to marry you and he didn’t even know if that would solve the problem. So instead he asked something that surprised you. 

“What did you do for work? Before you got laid off?” 

“Oh, uh, nonprofit events, why?” 

Ted looked at you, a cheeky glint in his eye. “You ever planned a gala?”   

Rebecca and Higgins jumped at the chance to get help running the nonprofit avenues of AFC Richmond, and, nepotism be damned, what was one more American on the payroll? You did still have to earn your spot though and the next week in Richmond was a whirlwind of interviewing, dating, vacationing, sex, and planning how to uproot your entire life to London. It was both convenient and a little depressing that there wasn’t much life to uproot, but you still had to go back and take care of the American side of things. 

Ted and you both shed tears in the airport without a hint of embarrassment. “I think I’m afraid you’re going to get on that plane and I’m gonna lose you again,” Ted whispered, holding you tightly against him as the intercom announced you’d be boarding shortly. 

“I hate to tell you that your fears are unfounded, but the fact that I’m looking at you right now means you didn’t really lose me the first time.” 

Ted pulled back with a teary smile, and you shared one last kiss before you got in line to board. 

22 Years Ago. 

On the last day of theater, you were working up the nerve to ask Ted to get coffee after class. Coffee was a light ask, in fact you’d already had coffee many times when rehearsing your Gone with the Wind scene. But this was coffee with no reason, no purpose, besides spending time with you—and you were sure he’d turn you down.

As the last group did their scene and the professor thanked you all for a great year, you talked yourself out of it and into it and out of it again, so by the time class ended you were ready to hustle out of the door. But Ted was there, waiting for you, his back against the wall across from the classroom door. 

“Ted,” you said with surprise, but you couldn’t hide your nervous smile. 

Ted looked a little nervous himself, adjusting and readjusting his hair and then drumming his fingers against his folders arms. “Y/N, glad I caught you. I know the semester’s over but I was hoping I could get your number? And we could maybe hang out again before you’re gone for the summer?” 

“I’d like that,” you grinned, “do you…have something to write on?” Neither of you had brought backpacks to class since it was the last day, but Ted quickly patted all of his pockets and came up with a single red pen and a smirk. 

“No paper, but my Dad always taught me to keep a pen on me.” Ted went to hand it to you and held out an arm, but you laughed and handed it back. 

“I’m not going to write on your skin! I’m sure there’s paper somewhere around here.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. Go on, hit me,” Ted held the red pen poised above his forearm and you gave in, reciting the number to your dorm along with your extension. You could tell his handwriting was large and loopy, but he held his arm up close to his face so you couldn’t see exactly what he wrote, had no idea he had written a 1 that looked suspiciously like a 7. He tucked his pen in his pocket and tapped his arm twice like he’d done a job well done. 

“Talk soon?” 

“Talk soon,” you agreed. You grinned the entire walk back to your dorm and nearly considered kicking your heels like you were in a cartoon. When you returned to the dorm, you allowed yourself a little jig, a private moment of joy. Then you noticed you had a missed call. 

It was your mom. And just like that, you forgot everything you were happy about. By that evening, you were back at home three hours away from campus, holding your mother’s hand in a chilly, unadorned hospital room. There were now more pressing things to attend to than tracking down the cute boy from theater to tell him you actually couldn’t hang. There was no doubt in your mind that you’d be back in the fall and you’d explain it all then and hopefully he’d understand. He seemed like he would. But when your mother didn’t get better, your whole life changed and Ted became nothing more than a pleasant memory that crept up on you from time to time.

<- Part 3 | Part 5->

[ticketstomydaydreams]

5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

___

‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

___

“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

______

A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

______

“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

______

You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

______

And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states ��Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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I love your dark Jake Jensen and I have a request for him, so the team gets in contact with reader for supplies for a mission an Jensen feels a spark between them so he makes every excuse to talk to reader to the point the team teased but helps him out with his grand scheme to get with reader but they don't know how far he'd go to make reader his ☺️💕 thanks

I love a good dark!jake fic!! I have changed the specifics a litttllle bit so i hope this is alright :)

Warnings: implied noncon/dubcon, some creepy behaviour, mention of stalking, drugging, mention of breeding kink

Summary: 5 days; that’s how long it takes him to become fixated on you.

Wc: 2k 

You’re My Delusion

They could have gone to any supplier. Fate would have it that Aisha wanted you, and only you. 

The melodious tune of a piano ringtone chimed in your bag. You ask the other daycare teacher to take over for you and picked up the phone: Unknown Number. You watched the phone ring until the line went dead and resumed your day. 

It may have been an ‘unknown number’, but your subconscious unequivocally knew who it was. Grumbling at the thought of being contacted again, you twisted the handle to your condo. Of course, you didn’t bat an eye when there was an envelope on your countertop, one that you didn’t put there; Aisha knew that you knew the phone would ring again, and if you didn’t answer, she would pay you a visit.

When Unknown Number flashed across your screen for the second time that day, you considered letting it go to voicemail again, but picked up anyway. 

“Aisha.”

“Y/N.”

“If you’re gonna ask me for an assist-”

Aisha cut you off. “I know you don’t do missions anymore. We need a safe house that’s off the books.”

“Who’s we?”

“They’re all men.” As if on cue, you heard someone guffaw in the background. “It’s making me lose my goddamn mind,” she elucidated. 

“You know I don’t really do this stuff anymore,” you huffed, “But I’m making an exception this one time. For you.” You could hear Aisha let out a squeal of happiness, and realized how bad it must be if she uncharacteristically showed excitement.

//

While cleaning up your old warehouse-turned-safehouse, Aisha’s words echoed in the back of your head. “Some of them are a little... bulky. Let them sleep on the floor.” You tried to protest, asking her, what’s the point of a safehouse if they aren’t resting well, but she dismissed the question. “Trust me. They’re nothing more than cavemen.”

It was 4 AM; foot tapping impatiently and sipping on the third coffee of the night, you smacked your forehead in frustration. It was way past bedtime. After living alongside Aisha for years, anyone would appreciate nights that consist of 8 hours of sleep. 

You could certainly appreciate it. Being a daycare teacher, living in a civilian condominium and not engaging in government work was something you couldn’t take for granted. Not after all the shit you’ve seen. 

3 brusque knocks sounded on the metal door to your right. Your head snapped to the source, waiting for Aisha to call out the code word. 

“LOSERS!” a voice hollered from the other side. You trudged to the door, trying to shake off the dizziness that came with standing up too fast. 

Opening the door with caution, you had only blinked a few times before a body pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You’re never this excited to see me. That bad, huh,” you sneered. 

“You have no idea.” Aisha pulled out of the hug and turned to face the men who had lined up nearby. 

“So… who’s this?” The guy with dirty blonde hair, nerd glasses and a horrible sense of fashion piped up. His whole appearance was an oxymoron to his build - muscles protruded out of the bright pink shirt that hugged him like a second skin. On the other hand, you couldn’t imagine him as anything more than a harmless golden retriever.

“Don’t ask as if you don’t know Jensen,” Aisha groused. You could practically hear her roll her eyes. 

“What’s your name, darling?” another guy spoke. He exuded the energy of a leader; you looked him straight in the eyes and gave him your name. 

The golden retriever repeated your name as if to try out the taste of it on his tongue. You gave him a lopsided, close-mouthed smile and asked Aisha for her teammates’ names. 

“You don’t need to learn their names.” She stalked off, unwilling to be a part of the conversation any longer. 

The guy you had assumed was the leader sighed at her attitude before introducing himself as ‘Clay’. He pointed at each person and gave you their titles. 

“Okay so you’re Clay, that’s Cougar, Roque,” you skipped over Jake, “and Pooch.” 

“Me?” Jake softly inquired.

The rest of the team began picking up their things and walking away, but not before Pooch nudged Jensen with his shoulder and winked. The puppy-like man flushed in response and rubbed the nape of his neck.

“What about you?” you asked once you were alone. 

“You didn’t say my name.” 

“I know it’s Jake… but can I call you ‘daddy’ instead?” 

He froze up, looking at you like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Relax Jakey,” you put a hand on his chest, “I’m only teasing.” You winked and strutted away, snickering to yourself at how he looked like he was about to pass out.

The entire team was trying to egg you and Jensen on. Well, not the entire team. 

Aisha and Roque couldn’t care less, and Cougar did nothing more than smirk at your playful banter. 

Often, Jensen would start a conversation that would escalate quickly, your witty dialogue interrupting his rationale. You thought it was adorable how he didn’t know how to respond; a guy like him could have fantastic game, but he was too much of a sweetheart, not the mention, way too awkward. 

One particular night, you let down your guard, just enough to actually get to know him. 

“You seem like a really supportive uncle,” you commented at his excitement for his niece’s next soccer game. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. I wish my parents would have done this for me.”

“Done what?”

“You know… Tell me they’re proud of me.”

“Well Jake... I think you should know, that I’m proud of you for everything you’re doing for the country.”

Jake looked up at you, sporting the signature look of the uncertainty of how to respond. It didn’t take a genius to be able to tell that he wasn’t used to being praised. 

“Thank you. That means a lot more than you know,” he quietly responded. 

The rest of the night was spent in a solemn, yet understanding silence, one that both of you were oddly comfortable with. 

Unfortunately, that would also be the last time you saw him. 

Or so you think. 

The mission went sour, and for the first time since retirement, you wished you had assisted. Maybe if you assisted, the mission wouldn’t have gone south. Maybe if you assisted... you would have been able to say goodbye. 

Without even realizing it, Jake had burrowed a little hole into your heart. You hoped life could go on with the little leak in your pump. Regardless, there is no time for sulking; after all, no amount of reminiscing would change the way things happened.

It had been months after Aisha and the team went back into hiding but you were faring well. Life as you knew it had continued without a trace of the burly, soft man-baby. You almost forgot about the ordeal, up until that day. Perhaps it was fate that had you switch the TV on at that time. You would never know.

A team of rogue CIA agents, presumed to be dead, have now infiltrated a crime branch operating within the US government. They have been pardoned from their status as “Enemies of State” but can no longer work for the CIA taskforce, as their identities have been indefinitely compromised. 

You blinked at the screen, watching Aisha’s name and picture appear. Subsequently, there was Clay, Pooch, Jensen, Cougar and Roque. You were happy for them.

Pooch could go back home to his wife. It was hard to imagine what it must have been like for the missus; pregnant and alone. Though you didn’t know Pooch that well, you knew he was a good partner and husband. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your front door shutting and clicking in place. Your hand frantically pressed the ‘volume up’ button on the TV as you hurled for the handgun under your pillow. 

Sliding to the wall beside the door, you cautiously peered into the dark hallway and made out a large figure. You huffed quietly before appearing in the doorframe with your gun pointing straight at the mystery guy. At this point, you had a good idea of who it was, but you wanted to mess with him anyway. “Hands up, and not another step forward.” 

He tried to speak, but you cut him off. 

“Don’t. speak,” you punctuated each word. Reaching for the light switch, you flipped on the hallway light. The dim light revealed your golden retriever standing there with his eyes wide open in fear. 

“Don’t shoot?” he said, like a question. 

You grinned and tucked the gun into your waistband.

“What are you doing here?”

“Thought I should come see you.” 

“You could have knocked, like a normal person.”

He shrugged sheepishly. 

“How do you know where I live?” you questioned. To that, he fiddled with his fingers and looked down. 

“Only Aisha knows this place. And I know she would have never told you.” You intently stared at him while leaning into the nearest wall and folding your arms.

Jake didn’t want to tell you that he had been stalking you. Every spare moment he had during the remainder of the mission was spent tracking you. After a few weeks, it felt as though you had moved on. It pained him, to say the least.

“I- uhm,” he looked up at you and took a step forward, “Hey, I just-...” He stopped when you reached for your handgun again, now wary of his intentions.

He put his hands back up. 

“I wanted to ask you out properly.”

“What do you mean ‘properly’? We were never going out, to begin with.”

Before you understood the spur of movement, Jake lunged for you and plucked the handgun out of your pyjama’s waistband, throwing it over the railing of your staircase. You tried to kick him, but he pricked you without giving you a moment to react. 

“What did you give me?” You clutched your neck in the spot he sunk the needle. 

“I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do that,” he exhaled. He tried to hold you, but you weakly pushed him off, still trying to recover from the shock of his betrayal. 

“Takes 5 minutes to really work,” he scratched his neck. 

Then there was the fight. You gave it your all but with no weapon or leverage, you were going up against 200 pounds of pure muscle who was hell-bent on restraining you for some reason. 

2 minutes into the fight, you began to really feel the effects of whatever he gave you. He point-blank caught a punch that you tried to drill into his sternum. You look up at him incredulously, unable to still believe that he was trying to take you down right now. 

At last, he snapped. 

“Listen to me,” he grasped both your hands.

You momentarily struggled, but your shoulders slumped and you gave up on trying to free your wrists. 

“How could you move on without me?” he asked, attempting to look you in your eyes. You wouldn’t meet them. 

“Jake, you are delusional! I barely had a crush on you for 5 days,” you cried, letting the wetness spread over your cheeks freely. At this point, it was clear, what he was here for. 

“You should know, those 5 days were some of the best in my 29 years of living. I want that for the rest of my life.”

“Why couldn’t you have done this like a normal person?” You finally met his eyes with an excess of tears blurring your vision. 

“You keep saying that,” he began, letting go of your arms and wiping your tears, “but you know that you and I are not normal.” Jake leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

Your legs were beginning to buckle, but Jake caught you, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He strode into your bedroom as if he had been there a thousand times, put you down on the bed gently, and brushed the hair out of your face. 

Here we have Sergeant Linwood ‘Pooch’ and his wife reuniting. It is the first time he has seen her since his last mission, before disappearing. It is also the first time he will be seeing his child. Definitely, an emotion reun-

Your captor turned off the TV and turned to smile at you.

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” he asked, but seemed as if he were talking to himself. 

You couldn’t respond, all your muscles now refusing to attend to your demands. Instead, more tears streaked down your face. 

“A baby,” he whispered, “Yes, that would be nice.”

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