#Multitasking Fatigue

[familythings]

Women Need More Sleep Than Men: A Shocking Study Unveils the Science Behind the Gender Sleep Gap

Sleep is one of the most fundamental human needs, yet recent studies have unearthed an eye-opening conclusion: women, on average, need more sleep than men. The reason? Women’s brains work harder, multitask more frequently, and, as a result, need extra recovery time. This revelation adds another dimension to the ongoing discussion about gender differences, but it also raises questions about how we…

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[eric-sadahire]

If my brain were a computer, it would be overheating, fans whirring like a jet engine, and the CPU temperature gauge would be off the charts.

In this digital cortex, thought processes would be running at turbo speed, and the RAM would be maxed out with multitasking.

[n1pp]

A Guide to Disconnecting With a Digital Detox Challenge

In our hyper-connected world, smartphones and other devices have become extensions of ourselves. Although convenient, there are times when it’s beneficial to disconnect and go on a digital detox challenge

While the internet has revolutionized the way we live, work, and play, it has also led to an increase in digital dependency, distracting us from paying attention, disrupting our sleep patterns, and affecting our mental health. A digital detox challenge offers a structured way to break free from digital dependency, re-evaluate our relationship with technology, and rediscover the joy of living in the present.

The Pitfalls of Hyper-Connectivity

In the age of digital abundance, hyper-connectivity and the incessant consumption of digital content have become pervasive, shaping behaviors and influencing mental health in profound ways. Although there are many benefits of being connected online, it’s also important to understand the issues and recognize the need for a balanced digital diet.

Hyper-connectivity refers to the state of being constantly connected to devices and the internet, making it virtually impossible to disconnect. While it offers unparalleled access to information and socialization, it also causes many challenges:

Information Overload: Constant exposure to a stream of information can overwhelm the brain, making it difficult to process information effectively and leading to decision fatigue.

Decreased Productivity: The myth of multitasking on digital platforms can actually hamper productivity, as the brain switches between tasks, reducing efficiency and increasing mistakes.

Emotional Exhaustion: The need to be always available and responsive on various communication platforms can lead to burnout and emotional exhaustion.

Overconsumption of Content

The digital world offers an infinite stream of content, from news and entertainment to social media updates. Overconsumption of this content can have several negative impacts

Attention Span: Continuous scrolling and content consumption can reduce the ability to focus on a single task for extended periods, affecting learning and comprehension.

Echo Chambers: Algorithms designed to show users content that aligns with their views can create echo chambers, limiting exposure to diverse perspectives and contributing to social polarization.

Addictive Behaviors: The design of many platforms, aimed at maximizing user engagement, can lead to addictive patterns of behavior, making it difficult for individuals to limit usage.

Influence of Social Media

While social media has transformed the way we connect and share with others, its overuse has been linked to several negative outcomes

Mental Health: Excessive social media use has been associated with increased rates of anxiety, depression, and loneliness, particularly among adolescents and young adults.

Distorted Reality: Social media platforms often portray idealized versions of life, leading to unhealthy comparisons and feelings of inadequacy or jealousy.

Sleep Disruption: The use of social media before bedtime can interfere with sleep quality, due to both the stimulating effects of screen light and the emotional engagement with content.

The Benefits of a Digital Detox

A digital detox involves a period during which a person refrains from using tech devices such as smartphones, computers, and social media platforms. The goal is to reduce stress, focus on social interactions in the physical world, and engage more deeply with the immediate environment.

Mental Health: Constant notifications and the pressure to be always "on" can lead to anxiety and stress. Disconnecting helps in reducing these symptoms, enhancing overall emotional well-being.

Enhanced Focus: Without the constant distractions of digital devices, you can focus better on tasks, leading to improved productivity and efficiency in both personal and professional endeavors.

Better Sleep: Screen time, especially before bed, can interfere with sleep quality. A digital detox can help normalize sleep patterns, leading to more restful and restorative sleep.

Improved Relations: Spending less time on devices allows more time for face-to-face interactions, strengthening relationships with family, friends, and colleagues.

Increased Creativity: Stepping away from digital screens provides the mental space to think more deeply and creatively, fostering new ideas and solutions to problems.

Enhanced Wellness: Reducing screen time can encourage self-care and inspire a more healthy lifestyle, especially decreasing the risks associated with sedentary living.

More Gratitude: Disconnecting from the digital world helps in cultivating a greater appreciation for the little things in life, enhancing mindfulness and gratitude for the present moment.

Higher Self-Esteem: Social media can often lead to comparisons that affect self-esteem negatively. A detox can help in breaking this cycle, improving confidence and happiness.

Reduced Dependency: Taking regular breaks from digital devices helps in reducing dependency, making it easier to enjoy downtime without feeling the need to check in online.

Enhanced Privacy: Stepping back from online spaces can also protect personal privacy by reducing the amount of personal information shared on the internet, decreasing exposure to potential data breaches and privacy invasions.

Plan Your Digital Detox Challenge

SET CLEAR GOALS

Begin by defining what you want to achieve with your digital detox. Is it to reduce stress, improve sleep, or spend more time with loved ones? Having clear goals will help guide your process.

START SMALL

If the idea of completely disconnecting feels overwhelming, start small. Designate certain times of the day as tech-free, such as during meals or an hour before bed.

INFORM YOUR CIRCLE

Let your friends, family, and colleagues know about your digital detox challenge. This helps set expectations and reduces the anxiety of missing out.

REMOVE TEMPTATIONS

Uninstall social media apps or use tools to limit your screen time. The less accessible your devices are, the easier it will be to resist the temptation.

PLAN ALTERNATIVES

Identify activities to fill the time you would typically spend on devices. Whether it's reading a book or hosting a dinner party, find something that enriches you.

During the Digital Detox Challenge

EMBRACE BOREDOM

Boredom sparks creativity and self-reflection. Allow yourself to feel bored without reaching for your phone as an easy escape.

ENGAGE IN MINDFULNESS

Use this time to engage in activities that require your full attention and presence, such as meditation, cooking, or gardening.

CONNECT WITH NATURE

Spending time in nature can have a profound effect on your mental and physical well-being. Take walks, go for hikes, or simply spend time in a local park.

REFLECT AND JOURNAL

Use this period to reflect on your relationship with technology. Consider keeping a journal to document your experiences, thoughts, and feelings.

After the Digital Detox Challenge

EVALUATE YOUR EXPERIENCE

After completing your digital detox, take time to evaluate the experience. What did you learn? What habits do you want to change moving forward?

SET NEW BOUNDARIES

Based on your detox experience, set new boundaries for your digital device use. This might include designated tech-free times or days, limiting social media use, or turning off notifications.

ENHANCE YOUR ROUTINE

Make digital detoxing a part of your daily routine. Regularly unplugging, even if just for a few hours, can help maintain the benefits of your detox.

The challenges posed by hyper-connectivity, overconsumption of content, and excessive social media use highlight the importance of digital detoxes and mindful engagement with technology. By recognizing these issues and taking proactive steps to manage our digital consumption, we can mitigate the negative impacts on our mental health, productivity, and personal relationships.

[hellopersimmonpie]

Sebelum gue didiagnosa ADHD, gue didiagnosa bipolar disorder. Salah satu gejalanya adalah depresi yang terlihat tiba-tiba datang tanpa penyebab. Lalu diikuti fase-fase hiperaktif yang seperti tidak kenal kata tidur.

Diagnosa ADHD membuat gue punya perspektif yang lebih baik tentang diri sendiri. Sebagian orang dengan ADHD kayak gue sangat butuh ritme yang predictable. Sewaktu gue kecil, jadwal yang dibuat oleh ibu sangat rapi dan tidak banyak bergeser. Ritme ini ngebuat gejala ADHD gue nggak banyak terlihat.

Ketika gue dewasa, gue banyak multitasking, hidup sangat cepat dan dinamis seperti tidak ada ritmenya. Ketiadaan ritme ini ternyata membuat gue constantly fatigue dan ini berkembang jadi chronical fatigue lalu depresi. Ini yang dikira siklus bipolar karena nyatanya setelah lelah gue ilang, gue bisa masuk fase hyperfocus yang gejalanya kayak orang bipolar di fase semangat-semangatnya.

Sekarang setelah gue melakukan pengobatan dan terapi rutin, apakah gue masih mengalami kelelahan kronis?

Masih.

Setiap kali ritme gue bergeser kayak kalo kena long weekend, gue stress. Kebiasaan-kebiasaan baik yang gue bangun sebelumnya jadi rusak lagi. Dan gue kembali bersabar untuk sembuh.

Ada satu hal lagi yang juga baru didiagnosa belakangan. Bahwa gue punya sensory yang jauh lebih aktif dibanding orang biasa.

Jika ini dikombinasikan dengan ADHD, dunia jadi gue berjalan jauh lebih cepat dan jauh lebih berisik dibanding orang neurotypical. Ini yang ngebuat gue jadi memahami kenapa di saat gue lelah, gue jadi tidak nyaman dengan baju bertekstur tertentu, gue jadi nggak nyaman dengan makanan yang ada rasanya. Alhasil gue cuma lontong tanpa lauk dan minum air putih. Gue juga jadi nemu penjelasan kenapa gue kesulitan untuk berbelanja sendiri dengan toko orange wkwkwk.

Lantas bagaimana gue bisa hidup dengan normal?

Pada akhirnya normal gue memang berbeda. Untuk bisa hidup dengan lebih baik, gue memaksakan diri menjadi lambat, tenang dan mindful. Karena dengan memeluk ketenangan dan keheningan, gue nemuin diri sendiri wkwk.

Ini gue cerita apa sih sebenernya? Nggak tahu. Ngalir aja ~XD

Dengan siklus-siklus depresi gue di saat ritme hidup berubah, gue menyadari banget bahwa kata "istiqomah" itu jadi sesuatu yang wah banget. Setiap kali gue merasa lelah dan masuk tanda-tanda depresi, gue doa sama Allah semoga badai ini kalem aja. Semoga setelah badainya lewat, gue bisa balik lagi membangun kebiasaan-kebiasaan baik.

Lalu ketika gue mulai bisa menata barang-barang di kamar gue dengan rapi, hati gue bersyukur banget. Seperti memulai hidup baru. Meskipun hidup barunya udah dimulai berkali-kali ~XD

Kalau dulu gue selalu takut:

"Apakah kebiasaan baik ini bertahan lama? Nanti pasti rusak lagi"

Sekarang self-talk gue udah beda:

"Bismillah. Semoga bisa disiplin memelihara diri biar hidupnya lebih sustain. Semoga kalau kelelahan bisa lebih cepet sembuhnya"

Sekarang gue udah melewati rekor nggak depresi di akhir semester wkwkwk. Meskipun masih serangan panik sampai maag karena banyak kerjaan datang bersamaan. Tapi bouncing back-nya cepet. Dan yang paling menyenangkan adalah gue udah nggak pernah dumb spending. Udah nggak pernah beli barang secara impulsif karena stress.

Gue masih merasakan senangnya ketika gue menghabiskan botol skincare sampai beneran habis. Senengnya menabung di akhir bulan. Senengnya ketika bisa tidur awal waktu.

Semoga bisa hidup dengan baik ya :)

[political-us]

Once again, firing and asking for employees to come back. Almost like these people shouldn’t have lost their jobs in the first place.

Note: U.S. air traffic controllers must retire by age 56 due to FAA regulations. This rule exists for safety reasons, as the job requires quick decision-making, focus, and multitasking, which can decline with age. Stress and fatigue are also factors.

[p0orbaby]

Tapping In

summary: you’re shattered, Katie makes up for her time away

warnings: just general descriptions of tiredness

a/n: not based on my current state…

word count: 603

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You looked utterly drained.

Even from several feet away, Katie couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under your eyes. It was entirely understandable; caring for a four-year-old and a toddler on your own for two weeks was no easy feat.

As she stood there, unnoticed, observing you spoon-feeding Maeve, multitasking by wiping down surfaces, and keeping a watchful eye on Finn engrossed in his Lego’s, she couldn’t help but wonder how she got so lucky.

It was her daughter who was the first to sense her presence. Maeve’s green eyes widened at the sight of her ma. Her excited squeal causing you to turn around in response to her commotion, offering a tired yet warm smile as your wife fully entered the kitchen.

“Mornin’ baby” Katie whispered against your temple. Kissing you there, smelling the remnants of your shampoo in your tousled, sleep mussed hair. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

You lean into her touch, closing your eyes at the way she plays with the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Sighing at how she squeezes some tension out of your shoulders with her free hand.

“You needed rest” you state like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve been working hard, you got home late. I thought you could do with a lie-in”

Katie hummed, nodding her head in understanding. Her eyes leaving the way your body slumped against hers, to her children. To Maeve smacking her chubby hands against the tray of her high chair. And to Finn who was in his own little world. A determined frown that challenged your own as he kept to building whatever it was he decided to that morning.

The children remained blissfully unaware of just how utterly shattered you were – an innocence that neither of you could ever hold against them. You loved them more than you could ever imagine, but they were a handful. A perfectly imperfect handful.

“Alright, let’s switch,” Katie finally instructed. “C’mon”

With a groan, you summoned the strength to move, handing her the spoon you���d been using to feed Maeve when she extended her hand for it.

“Hey, Finnster, how about a trip to the park later? A little day date with me and your sister?” Katie suggested.

Finn looked up from his task, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm as he eagerly nodded in agreement.

“Babe, you don’t have to-“

“Ah ah” she interrupted. “I do and that’s that”

If you weren’t so tired you think you could cry.

You remembered the early mornings when Maeve’s cries pierced the silence, and you’d rush to her side, fumbling to change nappies and prepare bottles while trying not to wake the entire house. The sleepless nights had become a storm you would happily weather.

Then, there were Finn’s moments of mischief. You’d find him scribbling crayon on the walls or discover his secret stash of cookies in the back of his wardrobe. But every time you looked into his bright eyes, full of wonder and excitement, you couldn’t help but smile through the fatigue.

It was no question that you loved them both dearly. More than anything in the world. But these past two weeks had been hard, and you really needed a break.

So you finally relinquished your role. With Katie transitioning seamlessly back into the ebb and flow of your morning routine. The kitchen seemed to hum with a sense of energy and ease that had been absent for days. And you couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the person you had chosen to share this life with.

[deong]

keep going ㅡ karina x fem!reader

word count: 1.08k words

pairing: ceo g!p karina x fem reader

warnings: dom karina, sub reader, smut, dry humping, riding, fingering, cursing

a/n: its been awhile since i last wrote smut so bare with me. this is also my first time posting on tumblr, hello :-)

A loud sigh can be heard from one of the offices in Yu Enterprises’

Karina sat diligently working on paperwork in her office, long after most of her employees had left for the night already.

A sense of frustration filled her as she reflected on the countless meetings she attended since she arrived this morning. Glancing at the clock, it was nearly 1 am. Realizing she would be coming home late. She attempted to call Y/N, her wife to inform her but she didn't answer her phone.

Feeling exhausted, resting her head on the desk for a moment seeking a brief respite. Suddenly, the sound of a loud beep emanated from her office phone, prompting her to lift her head.

"Excuse me, ma’am. Your wife is here to see you" her assistant informed.

Karina pressed the button to respond

"Send her in"

You walked into the office, donning a not too fancy mid-thigh black long-sleeve dress. "I received your message. I'm sorry I didn't pick up honey, but I brought you some food!" you said with a smile as you held the packed food high before placing it on the table.

Karina looked at you with a helpless expression, feeling utterly fatigued and longing for a moment of solace in your presence.

"Come here, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working with this"

Rolling her chair away from the desk. You obliged, smiling to yourself as you walked over and settled yourself on her lap. She wrapped an arm around your waist, holding it close like a seatbelt. While she glanced at her paperwork. A gentle kiss on your cheek affirmed her affection.

"I'm almost done," Karina assured. To which you just nodded understandingly.

"Take all the time you need, baby"

Karina continued working for the next half an hour or so, but suddenly her mind drifted elsewhere. By "elsewhere" meaning the sudden wetness she started to feel transferring to her wide-leg office pants.

Hands absentmindedly explored your body, caressing your thighs. She leaned back, whispering

"I can feel your wetness darling"

A statement that soon after came a chuckle from Karina. Slowly, she ventured deeper, asking "Do you want me to stop?" You shook your head, conveying her consent.

Messing around in your wife’s office is not a rare occurrence. It’s not like she doesn’t own the whole company building anyways but perhaps tonight would be a little different. As it’s not as isolated before.

Karina started to unzip your dress, watching as it fell revealing your bare shoulders and the loosened strap of your bra. Placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, her hand reached its intended destination.

Pressing her lips against your neck slowly, she savored the soft moans escaping your lips. Intertwining your hands in her hair.

"Your panties are so soaked, baby" she whispered, making you bite your bottom lip in response as she played with your wetness. Driving you insane.

“Stop teasing me already” you breathe as tried to get friction by humping her hand.

Moving your panties aside, she suddenly slipped two fingers inside eliciting a loud moan. "Shit," she exclaimed.

Her other hand then roamed your chest, finding your breasts. Multitasking, she planted wet kisses on your lips, all the while massaging your breast and rhythmically thrusting her fingers in and out of you. Each thrust caused your chest to rise and fall with pleasure. "I want you inside me," you moaned. Removing her fingers, you unbuckled her pants and pulled down her boxers.

"Sit on me." she instructed as you stood up, discarding your panties and slowly positioning yourself onto her member. A soft moan escaped her lips as you sat down. With a firm grip on your waist, Karina began bouncing your slight frame. Observing the made satisfying clap sound with each impact. "Fuck, baby." she groaned, tilting her head back and running her hand through your hair.

"You're so tight," Karina moaned as you continued to bounce. "Only for you." You whispered. One hand slipped beneath you, eagerly fondling your breasts. She then stood up, pulling out and putting away all the paperwork on the table.

Walking behind you, she observed as you assumed the position she wants: bending over the desk.

Grinning mischievously, she commented "You already know what to do," chuckling as a smirk formed on her face highlighting the mole below her lips.

She entered you, thrusting fervently. The room filled with your combined moans and the rhythmic clashing of your bodies against one another. Leaning down Karina planted kisses on your back and left a trail of hickeys.

"Faster" you groaned.

"My pleasure," she replied, gripping your shoulder and gradually increasing the pace. Your whimpering and moaning echoed through the office as you held onto the desk for support. She pulled out and instructed you, "Lie on your back."

Complying you settled on her desk.

Hooking your legs over her shoulders, she penetrated you once more. Relishing in your loud moans. Placing her hands on the desk, she thrust vigorously.

"Oh my fucking God! Don't stop!" your sweat-soaked bodies molding together. Inclining her head, she planted soft kisses on your lips while your tongues danced in a passionate frenzy. Your hand clutched her neck pulling her closer, while she felt her member repeatedly stimulate your sensitive spot, eliciting even more moans.

That was your sweet spot.

"Do you like that, princess?" she inquired. "Yes" you barely let out as you nodded. Lifting you up, she hooked her arms under your legs, your calves resting on her shoulders. Karina continued her intense thrusting, feeling your walls tighten. "I'm going to cum!"

"Me too!" she moaned. Pushing herself to the limit, she thrust harder and faster finally reaching her climax. "Fuck, Y/N I'm cumming!" she shouted as she released inside you, her muscles tightening.

After experiencing the bliss of your connection, you two remained in that position for a while. Both enjoying the afterglow. "Do you think your assistant heard us?" you wondered, your body twitching slightly as she slowly withdrew. "She probably left soon after you entered" she smiled at you.

You sat up, pulling her closer. Your radiant smiles filled the room. Embracing the tender moment, you gave your wife a peck.

"I'm hungry now," Karina playfully remarked with a pout, causing your laughter. "You're always hungry" as you both dressed. Settling on the couch in her office, you covered yourselves with a blanket, indulging in the meal you had brought along.

[queenendless]

❤️‍🩹Flare (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)❤️‍🩹

A/n: IT'S BEEN SO LONG! Sorry for the wait! I went through a Hawks writing funk. Also been working on JJK stuff. And watching a bunch of stuff too.

So, this piece is a self indulgent venting one cause I have chronic flare up pains going for 3 years now so this piece is kinda based off of a day in the life of me when dealing with my particular condition; feet wise. So I'd get it if reading this ain't up your alley. I just wish I had someone like Hawks to comfort me and quell my pain and worries.

AU, already established relationship with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and feels indeed.

*PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG LIKE AND FOLLOW INSTEAD PLEASE AND THNX U.

Chronic pain is a living hell.

Engraved into your body.

Will leave on its own accord or be stuck with you for life.

Unfortunately, it was panning out to be the latter for you.

Staying up all night, multitasking from working on your laptop to checking the news to see your birdie partner engaging in a team up with his idol of a hero Endeavor alongside their hero works students.

Pride beamed in you at seeing Keigo in action, feather swords in hand to disarm his opponents, swooping in with his feathers spreading out to push and carry and guide the civilians to safety amidst the chaos.

The dews of dawn crept in as you finally finished when it happened.

Going in 3 years so far, the hereditary curse triggered in you from your pent up stress collapsing on itself resulted in flaring burning footsies.

Fatigue stung your eyes.

Your head pounded in dull pain.

With the curtains blocking out the light and the AC set to cool, you thought the cold would push the swelling burning go away.

But this was turning out to be one of those worse days.

You curled up in the fetal position on your bed, taking over 2 hours to fall asleep.

Falling in and out of slumber, you were now restless.

You heard the slide-in door of your living room balcony opening followed by the thump of footsteps and the flap of wings.

Always keeping it unlocked for him when he took a dive straight to your place. It is more of a home to him than his penthouse of a place that was still filled with unpacked boxes of furniture and such.

“Hey! Baby bird? Ya home?”

Hearing his heavy footsteps inching close, of course he'd first check your room.

Having only been seeing each other for a few months, you knew you couldn't keep this hidden from him for the long run.

His muffled voice finally came from behind your door. “Birdie?”

You knew his feathers could pick up even your quiet tone. “Here.”

Seeing light trickle in through the crack of the door, the man himself blocked out most of it from his frame. “Why is it dark – shit – and cold in here!?”

His shivering self hug was halted as those pupils shrunk behind his visor as he opened up the door more to shine the light in to unveil your red irritated feet. “Y/n? W – What happened?” He quickly came to your side, alarmed at the sight. Gobsmacked to be precise.

“Just circulatory defectiveness. Chronic stuff, ya know.” Your attempt at brushing it off like it was no big deal only riled up his feathers. Literally.

“No I didn't know! I've just found out!” Stripping off his gloves that fell to the floor, his calloused hands carefully felt your sensitive red dorsums. “How bad is it?”

“The tingling and burning really gets to you when you're trying to focus on work or sleep.” You winced for even his cautious fingers featherly brushing your veiny skin did little to quell the soreness. “Makes it harder to sleep when I'm not on the brink of exhaustion.”

Cradling one foot in his hands, Keigo's eyes trembled with emotion. “For how long?”

You couldn't meet his serious gaze. You looked away. “This year makes it three.”

“I get that everyone has their fair share of secrets but … ” The hurt in his voice cracked your heart.

“You have enough to deal with as is. My defective self is stuck dealing with this.” Your reasons made him wince at how true it was.

“Even so,” he set your foot down gently just so he could sit right beside you, his face hovering right above yours, gently cradling your head as he forced you to look him dead in the eye. “You shouldn't feel the need to hide this kind of thing from me.”

You self consciously fidget, throat choked up and lips wobbling. Your beautiful eyes grew in beauty from the tears but it just made him want to kiss them away. So he did.

“I have my fair share of secrets. Comes with my hero work … not to mention my past.” The crestfallen haze in his gaze was there one moment before his eyes lit up with endearment as you filled his sight. “You're the only one I'm willing to be myself around and just … be honest.”

“I was … embarrassed. I didn't want you seeing me like this.”

Taking off his visor then his headphones, his serious tone sent shivers racing through you. “I want to see all of you … the real you … the you I fell hard for.”

Setting his things aside on the nightstand, that left him free for you to hug his neck with no obstacles. He kept layering butterfly pecks against your cheeks and eyelids, curling your lips in response to his affection.

“You were scared. I get it. I was the same when I felt ready to tell you about my past … but you more than anybody reassured me I could trust you with my troubles, my feelings, all of it.”

His genuinity made you whimper and sniffle out of that shared sentiment as he helped you sit up.

“What's the point of being the #2 hero if I can't use my resources to help out my partner? Especially when you've been suffering this whole time.” He was sticking to this newfound resolve.

“Chronic stuff is incurable.” You sniffed at the sight of him pulling out a spare cloth outta his jacket pocket, wiping up your wet cheeks before dabbing your runny nose, letting you blow as well.

“There's still experimental treatment. Physical therapy. You still have options. And I'll help you in any way I can.” He is so charming and persuasive.

“Fine … I did miss having you here.”

“C'm here.” He immediately gathered you up in his arms, letting you bury your face in his shoulder, taking it all out.

The strain in your choked sobs. The pent up exhaustion, the struggle, the pain of the past three years you kept inside. Your blubbering got soaked up on his sleeve but he didn't mind one bit.

“It's okay, Y/n. Just let it out.” The enriching relaxing sounds of his voice kept you grounded. Solid. Assured.

“I'm here. I gotcha.” He squeezed you firmly but gently, rubbing your back in gentle motions with one hand and simultaneously weaving through your hair with the other; his fingers brushing them as soothingly as he could. “You're sleep deprived as is. You deserve to rest.”

“Only if you're staying.” You stubbornly set straight.

Keigo grinned, pecked your lips, drawing it out, filled to the brim with reciprocation and affection. “Deal.”

He cradled the back of your noggin as Keigo peppered kisses all over your face, gently pushing you to lay on your back as those lips traversed to your neck.

Your feet brushed together and your toes curled as Keigo spent the next few minutes sucking and nibbling all over your neck, his wings draping over you both, and your breathy moans feeding into his pleased ears.

Sleep could wait for a while longer.

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 54

There will be a lot of what a lot say will be fillers. But I just write down random moments. Also when a chapter will be with an Episode, I do not feel comfortable sort of writing it differently. So I may just skip then, from a point to the next when it is important.

Masterlist

Chapter 54: The GAR of stuffed animals

Tech, ever the multitasker, expertly balanced his responsibilities as a father and a soldier. As he moved around, handling various tasks, he allowed Orion to explore his surroundings, even if it meant occasional attempts to grab Tech's face or adjust his goggles. The unpredictable nature of caring for an infant seemed to blend seamlessly with Tech's efficient approach to his duties.

As Orion's eyelids drooped with the fatigue of exploration, Tech's smile softened. Carefully cradling his son, he made his way to the bunk, the bent breastfeeding pillow ready to provide a snug and secure spot for Orion's rest. Despite the usual resistance to the railing, Tech executed the task with practiced quietness, ensuring that the transition from exploration to slumber remained undisturbed. With Orion settled, Tech took a moment to observe the peaceful scene, marvelling at the contrast between the energetic curiosity of a waking infant and the serene repose of a sleeping one. The blend of parental duties and soldierly precision had become a harmonious symphony in the unique rhythm of Tech's life.

Tech's fingers danced over the datapad's interface as he composed an encrypted message to Amanda, updating her on Orion's latest culinary adventures. He detailed how their son displayed a clear dislike for the Bekka beet puree, creating a playful narrative around Orion's discerning taste buds. The message was infused with a touch of humour, showcasing Tech's analytical mind even in the midst of parenting updates. As he sent the message, Tech couldn't help but anticipate Amanda's response, knowing she would likely find amusement in Orion's developing preferences. The exchange of such updates became a small yet cherished routine, reinforcing the connection between Tech and Amanda despite the physical distance that separated them. Amanda's response brought a warm smile to Tech's face as he read her words on the datapad. Despite the challenges and distance, the shared moments of Orion's growth and antics provided a sense of unity. Tech typed back a message expressing his own anticipation for their eventual reunion, acknowledging that the video updates were a small but precious way to bridge the gap between them. The exchange, while brief, carried the undercurrent of shared parenthood and the longing for the day when they could experience these moments together in person.

After another mission, the strange yet loving small family, decides to check out the local market. The marketplace bustled with activity as the squad strolled through, drawing curious glances from the locals who weren't accustomed to seeing that strange looking clones, let alone a baby adorned in miniature armour. Orion, snugly secured in his carrier on Tech's chest, seemed unfazed by the attention, his bright blue eyes wide and curious. Wrecker couldn't help but enjoy the reactions, grinning broadly as he noticed people pointing and whispering. "Hey, little buddy, you're a star!" he teased, making goofy faces to entertain Orion, who responded with a happy gurgle.

Crosshair, typically indifferent to such attention, observed the surroundings with his sharp eyes, ensuring there was no potential threat. Echo, having experience in blending in, tried to keep a low profile, but the unique sight of a baby in armour was hard to miss. He would much rather go about it quietly and unseen.

Tech, while acknowledging the attention, focused on his surroundings, scanning the market for potential supplies or information that could proof valuable later on. Amidst the glances and whispers, the squad continued their stroll, a unique family unit drawing eyes in the busy marketplace. Orion's happy babbling filled the air as he smacked his tiny hands against Tech's cheeks. Tech, undeterred by the playful assault, chuckled softly, enjoying the bonding moment with his son. The locals, witnessing the adorable interaction, couldn't help but smile at the sight of the miniature clone trooper engaging with his father.

Wrecker, noticing the attention, decided to join in the fun. "Looks like he's practicing his combat moves, Tech!" he exclaimed, earning more giggles from Orion. Crosshair smirked at the playful scene but continued to keep a vigilant eye on their surroundings. Tech, with his son's laughter echoing in his ears, couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest. Despite the curious gazes of the marketgoers(?), the squad continued their stroll, creating a memorable scene that would be etched in the memories of those who witnessed the unique family dynamics of Clone Force 99.

But soon Wrecker spots a stall with a bunch of stuffed animals. “Tech, look at those. Orion needs them!” “Sure Orion needs them or you want them?” Crosshair asks as he follows Wrecker’s gaze. “Orion has quite enough of stuffed animals. All which are still stored away. Besides these look also rather large to have any use for Orion as of now.” Tech states matter-of-factly as he pushes his goggles up yet again.

Wrecker, undeterred by Tech's reasoning, grins widely at the bantha stuffie. "Come on, Tech, he needs a bantha buddy!" Wrecker insists, picking up the oversized plush toy and gesturing at its impressive size. "Imagine him hugging it. It's perfect!" Crosshair, with a smirk, adds, "Yeah, Tech, he's got a point. Plus, it's bigger than Orion, he'll love it." Only fueling Wrecker's resolve more.

Tech sighs, realizing he might be outnumbered in this particular decision. "Fine, get it, but only if he doesn't have trouble sleeping with it later on," he concedes, knowing that Orion's comfort is the top priority. Wrecker happily purchases the bantha stuffie, imagining the joy it will bring to Orion. As they continue their stroll through the market, Wrecker proudly carries the large plush, excited about the surprise gift for their youngest squad member.

As Orion becomes rather fussy, his tiny fists now smacking at his father’s chin, Tech moving his fingers into the carrier to check Orion’s diaper, recognizing the urgency of the situation, quickly scans the market for a suitable spot. Spotting a nearby restroom, he swiftly navigates toward it, all the while soothing Orion with a gentle sway. Once inside the restroom, Tech efficiently changes Orion's diaper, ensuring his son's comfort while managing to keep the process discreet. As he finishes up, Tech looks down at Orion with a smile, reassuring him softly. “All better little trooper.” With the diaper changed and the fussy episode resolved, they resume their stroll through the market, determined to enjoy the rest of their outing.

Wrecker's eyes light up with excitement as he spots a tauntaun stuffie at another stall. The thought of adding another plush companion to Orion's collection seems irresistible to him. Without hesitation, he picks up the tauntaun plush, comparing it to the bantha one he already acquired. Echo, amused by Wrecker's enthusiasm, raises an eyebrow and remarks, "Another one, Wrecker? Orion might end up with a whole menagerie of plush creatures."

Wrecker grins, undeterred, "Can't have too many buddies! Besides, this one's a tauntaun. It's different!" Crosshair, leaning against the stall, smirks and adds, "Well, if the kid's going to have a plush army, might as well make it diverse."

Tech shakes his head with a small smile, realizing that this impromptu plush collection is becoming a new tradition within their unique family dynamic. “Wrecker really he has no need for all those yet. He actually plays with everything his hands are able to grasp. They will collect dust, till it is safe enough for Orion to have them.” Wrecker ignoring Tech, satisfied with his choice, secures the tauntaun plush alongside the bantha one under his arm, ready to present it to Orion.

Tech looks for some kind of help to Hunter, before the whole plush thing escalates. “Nope, don’t look at me for help. I bought him a Porg one too. Smaller than those, but it is our choice how we spent our credits.” Hunter states with a grin. "And besides, this is your fault for bringing a baby to the squad." He adds, earning a laugh from the others. And Tech just sighs, they probably never going to live him that down, despite the love they have for their nephew.

As the squad continues their market exploration, Wrecker eagerly anticipates Orion's reaction to the new addition to his growing plush companions. The camaraderie and shared moments, whether in the heat of a mission or the light-heartedness of a market stroll, solidify the unbreakable bond among the clone brothers and their pint-sized addition.

Chapter 55

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk

[doriansredroses]

I’ve always had some struggles with being autistic, but it was basically only sound sensitivities, difficultly making friends, and intense special interests. I got better over the years and actually led a decent life until college. I honestly struggle more than I did as a kid. Maybe because I’m extremely unhappy as an adult. Why am I struggling so much to take basic care of myself? Or having issues with multitasking 24/7? Why do I feel physically ill and fatigued almost every single day now? Why am I lonelier than ever? Why do I consider that everyone might be happier if I disappeared? Or that I’ll never be happy again? Why is every single day a legit struggle? I used to do well with functioning! I don’t get time anymore to even engage with the things I like. I’m too tired by the end of the day now… I don’t write much, tv is impossible, reaching out to peers is challenging, I just run errands and work or do chores. My sound sensitivities are so much worse now. I’m more irritable and angry. Many of the songs I relate to now revolve around hating oneself, feeling suicidal and/or stressed out, and hating life in general. I used to jam out, sing, have a good time back in the day. I wonder if this is what life is now, exhausting. I have no more spoons to give and things just won’t stop coming. All I do is read because it’s easy to pause it when a call comes in. But honestly, reading isn’t really a hobby anymore. It’s an escape mechanism. It’s how I cope. My only friends are my books because they’ll never desert me like everyone else. No one bothers to reach out offline. I feel like I don’t even exist anymore except just to serve others. I don’t seem to matter as much as I once did. My family still loves me, but my mom asks too much from me currently. I’m exhausted…

[nan-not-found]

MHA: BFA OC - Nana Nakamura

Nana Nakamura

中村 夏奈(なかむら なな) Nakamura Nana

Hero Name: The Simian Hero: Lemura ( 猿の英雄：レムーラ Saru no eiyū: Remūra)

Height: 4'5" (134cm) Birthday: July 17 (Cancer) Blood Type: O

Eng VA: Ashly Burch

Quirk: Primate

Type: Mutant

Description: The user exhibits enhanced primate-like physical traits and abilities, mimicking the agility, strength, and dexterity of monkeys. This includes a fully functional, prehensile tail and highly dexterous feet capable of gripping and manipulating objects, making them exceptionally versatile both in combat and everyday tasks.

Features:

Prehensile Tail: The user has a strong, flexible tail that can grip, hold, and manipulate objects with great precision. It acts as an additional limb, aiding balance and allowing multitasking during combat or rescue operations.

Dexterous Feet: Their feet have evolved to be highly flexible and strong, capable of grasping and handling objects almost like hands. This gives them exceptional climbing ability and the capacity to wield tools or weapons with their feet if needed.

Enhanced Agility and Balance: The quirk grants superb body control, enabling the user to leap great distances, swing from structures, and maintain balance on narrow or unstable surfaces.

Muscular Strength and Endurance: The user’s muscles are optimized for quick, powerful bursts, particularly in their limbs and core, allowing for climbing, swinging, and rapid movement without fatigue.

Heightened Senses: The quirk boosts the user’s vision, hearing, and spatial awareness, helping them navigate complex environments and react swiftly to threats or opportunities.

Primate Physiology: Along with the tail and dexterous feet, the user may have other subtle physical traits such as increased flexibility in joints, enhanced grip strength, and quicker reflexes.

Limitations:

Limited Raw Strength: While strong for their size, the user’s quirk focuses on agility and dexterity rather than brute force.

Vulnerability to Range Attacks: The user’s combat style is close-quarters and mobility-based, making them susceptible to long-range attacks.

FanWiki coming soon!

[ordinalastronaut]

From Now Until Forever (pt.3)

a/n : a follow up to chapter one (technically). Back to Maria's POV with some other friendly faces in the mix. I think I have one more chapter in the tank on this story before it's over. After that, I might move it to AO3, I might not, no clue but I hope you enjoy and have a great week, reader

summary : Maria's trying to come to terms with a life altering injury while returning to the life she no longer has. Natasha just wants her wife to be happy.

Other tags: established blackhill, mentions of injury, tattooed Maria Hill, because I can't help it, supportive Natasha, best friend Laura to the rescue, Service dog mentioned

word count : 2.7k

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“Alright so it looks like we just need two cans of tomatoes and some garlic and that should do it,” Natasha looked up from the list Laura had sent them with. 

Maria pushed past the fatigue that slowly crept over the right side of her body, not wanting to think about the cane she had left in the car. She had made her decision and now she needed to stick by it. 

“The garlic is on the other side of the store,” the brunette motioned with her left hand, “If you want to go get it, I bet you’ll still beat me to the end of the aisle if I pick up the tomatoes.”

“Are you just saying that so you get to see that dog by yourself?” Natasha used her chin to motion to the service dog that was walking dutifully next to its owner in front of them.

“Who? Me?” Maria pretended to gasp, “I’d never deny you the opportunity to look at a dog. I think I explicitly said that in my vows.”

“That’s true,” the Russian nodded and looked once more at the list and then back to the produce section with a sigh, “okay fine, meet you back here after I get the garlic, no dog looking without me.”

The Commander smiled, nodded, and tried her best not to look like she was about to collapse as she took the cart in her hands and ever so slowly pushed it down the aisle. Section by section she balanced the task of staying upright and searching the cans of tomatoes for the right brand. Her occupational therapist would be over the moon at her “real-world application” of multitasking. 

She was halfway down the row when she finally found them and used the item in her hands to keep her from falling over. The wheels held as she bent down, but seemed to have a mind of her own as she stood up and went careening into the cart next to her. 

“Sorry,” Maria ground out as she regained control of the shopping cart, willing the embarrassment out of her cheeks as her hands threatened to spasm and drop the can in her left hand. 

“No problem at all,” the man gave her a broad smile as he straightened out his own cart. 

That was when Maria noticed the other aspect of the man, his left leg ended in a sleek black prosthetic. She only felt bad about staring for half a second when she realized the man was taking in the surgical scars that marred most of the tattoos she had. 

“They looked better a little over a year ago,” she joked and forced herself not to turn her body to hide the right side. 

“Would you believe me if I said I had a calf tattoo up until a few years ago?” The man laughed and motioned to his leg, or lack thereof.

Maria winced as she placed the cans in her cart, “bummer.”

“Blake,” the man stuck out his hand. 

“Maria,” the Commander offered hers back, knowing that her handshake would be nothing of what it once was. 

“This is Molly,” he motioned to the dog in front of him, “you can pet her if you’d like.” 

“My wife’s going to lose her mind if she finds out I got to pet this cutie,” and yet she couldn’t help but stick her hand out and let the dog sniff it before scratching right behind her ear.

Molly’s tongue flopped out of her mouth as she soaked up the affection. 

“You two dog people?” Blake asked with another easy smile. 

“Oh yeah, we were about to rescue one before…” she motioned with her left hand to the other side of her body, “and nowit doesn’t seem like it’s in the cards.”

The man hummed, “I’m the opposite, never a big fan of them before the accident. Now I couldn’t picture my life without her.”

Maria got one final dog pet before she looked up again. “That’s really nice.”

A few minutes passed as they continued to talk, and Maria continued to pet the dog in front of her. She had learned that they were local and had offered up that she and Natasha were just in town visiting. They both wanted to ask about the other's injuries, but they both kept their questions to themselves. 

“She’s spoiled rotten, I can tell you that much,” Blake laughed, “I swear when I take her to the VA she doesn’t even look at other dogs, thinks she’s one of the humans.”

“She should,” Maria smiled, “I’ve spent my fair share of time in the VA, everyone who works in those buildings deserves to be pampered.”

“You ever thought about a working dog?” Blake asked, genuine interest in his features, “A service dog?” 

“Oh- no, no I-” she shook her head and grabbed onto the handle of the cart once more for stability, “my mobility is pretty much tapped out after a grocery trip. I’m in no shape to look after a dog.”

“There are actually a lot of dogs who are great for mobility and low maintenance-”

Whatever else he was about to say was cut off by a slight squeal from the other end of the aisle as Natasha’s eyes got even bigger now that she saw the proximity of Maria’s hand to Molly’s head. 

“My wife,” Maria chuckled as the Russian speed walked to where they stood. 

“May I?” Natasha didn’t bother to introduce herself as she buzzed with excitement next to the dog. 

“Go for it,” Blake smiled and pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, “listen, if you ever want to learn more, I’m part of a service dog support group. Lots of good working dogs, and even more washed-up vets like me.”

Maria took the card in slightly shaking hands, intending to stick it in her own pocket and never look at it again.

“Give me a call if you want to learn anymore,” Blake smiled, “might not seem as impossible to have someone like Molly as you think it is.”

“Thanks,” she nodded and waved her goodbye to them both as they walked further down the aisle.  

She expected the Russian to make a joke about how Maria did in fact dog-look without her, but instead, the woman just gave her a soft smile as she walked alongside her. Maria continued to push the cart and think about the man not only as they paid for their groceries, but as she helped Laura with dinner. 

“You’re quiet,” the woman pointed out as she used the can opener, “what are you thinking about?”

“I’m… I’m probably not going to get all that much better, Laur,” she flexed her hands under the water as she washed the last cup in the sink. 

The water was blessedly warm and just for a moment allowed her right hand to open up fully. She kept her voice low as she spoke, knowing that Clint and Natasha in the living room wouldn’t let her say such things. 

But Laura was different, she just cocked her head to the side and stirred the sauce in front of her. She always let Maria, or anyone really, speak their minds before she offered any advice. 

“Physical therapy is going well but,” Maria turned off the water and felt her hand once again curled into a fist, “I haven’t made any improvements in the last 6 months. I looked it up and most people online say that this could be me hitting a plateau but some say that it could just be the max of what my body can do now.”

She looked at the jar next to her that she couldn’t open, one that hadn’t even been that tightly screwed on, and sighed.  

“And what do your therapists say?” the woman asked just as quietly. 

“That it’s too soon to tell, but… but I know my body and I don’t think it’s ever going to be the way it used to be.”

“Ria, they told you that from the beginning,” Laura offered. 

She was right the doctors had told her about that, Laura had been present for the conversation, probably more present than Maria given how many painkillers she was on.  

“I thought I would get further before I hit this wall,” she waved her left hand dismissively, “I thought I would have something at least close to my old life.”

“You might, this could just be a plateau that you will work through and get closer to getting to that point again,” Laura added fresh basil to the sauce before turning around and giving Maria her undivided attention, “is it really about not being able to open jars?”

Maria stood and looked at the jar once more, then her hand, before shaking her head. 

“I know that Tasha’s still turning down missions because she’s scared to leave me in DC alone.”

Laura didn’t deny this, didn’t try to make her feel better, she just nodded, “You’re proud and stubborn, and I don’t think the word ‘assistance’ is in your vocabulary Maria Hill.”

The Commander kept her eyes focused on her hands. 

“I think she’s scared that she’s going to go on a mission and come back to… well the worst case scenario for someone who has physical limitations and no intention of asking for help,” the woman took Maria’s scarred hand in her own, “you have to remember, you weren’t the only one who went through something traumatic that day.”

Maria let the hand around her own keep her grounded as she recalled what she had been told. Natasha had seen the video of Maria’s body moments after the bullet hit her and she fell out of the helicopter; she had been one of the first ones to see her both before and after her surgeries. Natasha had thought, multiple times, that her wife would die.  

“It’s going to be hard for her not to worry,” the woman ran her thumb down one of the longer scars on Maria’s hand. 

“I know.”

“Talk to her.”

The brunette nodded knowing that once again, Laura was right. 

She thought about how to say all of this to her own wife, mapping out exactly what to tell her to make Natasha finally return to SHIELD in the way she should. Of course, none of it went to plan and it ended with the same conversation each of these arguments did. 

“Then tell me, Tasha,” Maria sighed, “tell me what it would take for you to get back to the way your life used to be.”

“I don’t need to go back to that life,” the Russian shook her head with a sad smile, “I’m happy with where we are.”

There was some truth to it, but she had known her wife for long enough to know it wasn’t the whole story. She missed going on missions that she was part of from the beginning to the end, not the ones she and Clint took now where they handed it over as soon as they got enough intel.  

“No bullshit Natasha,” Maria reached out and placed her hand on her wife’s thigh as they sat on the edge of their bed in the guest room, “I know you want to go back into the field, for missions that don’t end in you handing over your work to B rate teams.”

The redhead said nothing as she absentmindedly traced over the dark ink that covered most of her wife's arm. The tattoos were no longer perfect, not much outside Natasha was, and so she pushed and asked again. 

“Tasha, tell me, what would it take for you to get back out there?”

Natasha gave her the same look she always did right before she requested the same thing, “you to use the cane and keep your phone on you at every moment of the day.”  

“The phone I can do, I can get better about that,” Maria nodded knowing that she would have to break the habit of it staying in her desk drawer or the coffee table for most of the day. 

“And the cane, Ria,” Natasha pushed. 

The Commander said nothing, they both knew how she felt about the mobility device. She had taken one look at it a few days after she started walking again and focused all of her energy on her lower limb PT for months just so she didn’t have to use it. She hated the sound it made, the way it looked, and more importantly the looks of pity she had when she was forced to use it. 

“It would make me feel better, I wouldn’t worry if I knew you were using it, and if anything happened you would be able to call someone for help,” her wife spoke softly, “without those two things, I need to physically see for myself that you’re okay every day.”

“Then I’ll send you a picture or… or…” the brunette shook her head. 

“You know I can’t look at my phone when I’m in the field most of the time.”

“The cane isn’t magic, it’s not going to guarantee that I don’t fall,” Maria dug her heels in.

“Those two things are the only way I’ll get any piece of mind when I’m gone,” Natasha said firmly in her own position, “I could be gone for days, and if you fell and couldn’t get back up?” 

Maria knew where this conversation was headed, knew that if they discussed it any more Natasha would talk herself out of ever going on a mission again. 

So blue eyes closed for a second as Maria nodded, “I’ll keep thinking about it. I’m going to go get some water.”

Slowly, she exited the room and made her way into the kitchen. She grabbed a plastic cup she was positive she couldn’t break if her hand spasmed and filled it with water. The moon was high in the sky, covering every surface in a cool blue hue as she thought about what her wife was requesting. 

She was being selfish by refusing the cane, it was one small thing for her to change so that Natasha could get back to a little more normality in her life. It needed to be done, she needed to just get over herself and suck it up and do it. Over and over again she told herself that and over and over again she tried to push the pit in her stomach away at the thought of how everyone would stare at her, see her as weak. 

But she loved her wife, loved her enough to do this for her so they could go on living the lives they had always dreamed of. Maria closed her eyes and thought about the life they had pictured, her and Natasha, maybe a kid or two, definitely a dog-

Her mind slowed as she thought about the dog she had seen earlier that day, the one that had helped the man with his everyday life. She shook her head, it wasn’t the same and she would just be trading one reason for stares for another. But it would be different, it would be…

Maria shook her head once more, squared her shoulders, and decided she would tell her wife that she was willing to use the cane, there wasn’t another option. She turned and went to leave the kitchen but stopped as she took in the faded photograph that was in front of her. 

There in the top left corner of the fridge, was one of Maria’s favorite photos of all time, the same one that adorned their own refrigerator at home. A gap-toothed blonde girl and a redhead trying to hide her smile in front of a sign that read “Tiboldt’s Circus”. It was an innocent enough picture, but a closer look revealed a boy in the background getting ready to perform, a bow strapped across his back as he talked to an older blonde teenager. 

Maria Hill didn’t believe in coincidences; for her, everything in life happened for a reason. Including the accident, including her journey to SHIELD, and including the two kids in Ohio who met years before they would end up saving each other in their own ways. 

It took her two tries to pull the business card out of her pocket, her fingers not cooperating in the way she wanted them to, and leaving it on the kitchen table. Tomorrow morning she would call the gentleman, tomorrow morning she would see if maybe there was another option out there. Maybe one that would save her in its own way. 

[cawdrec]

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[helloescapist]

Can you do romantic modern au HCs for daki and a female y/n the same age whos kinda nerdy and introverted but very patient and affectionate towards daki? Kind of like an opposites attract sort of thing, like maybe they met in class and get paired together for a group project, and things slowly escalate from there? Like Daki eventually grows a soft spot for y/n

-🐼

hello, hello, 🐼

I kind of love the idea of Daki falling for a shyer personality, one that struggles with socializing, and easily nervous. Specifically, when we consider that Daki was a oiran in her human life as a means of survival, and even continuing the line of work in her demon rebirth, Daki essentially is predisposed to considering other women as threats whether its status or financial. Oirans are terrifying--- just imagining Daki with a female she can actually grow to trust and love over time is wholesome fluff I need.

And all of a sudden—I’m just going to have to break this into two parts. That’s really all there is to it. Oh the wellllllll

Sincerely, | Daki

Word Count: 2382

Setting: Daki x fem!reader

Content Warning(s): suggestive, ecchi content, reader is a low key perv (but like, who isn't in their teen years), will have mentions of assault in parts to come, girlxgirl, yuri, modern AU

Summary: an unlikely train encounter, and questionable tutoring.

A/N: the amount of effort I put into calculating how tall Daki would likely be is just… why am I like this? Spoiler alert, she is likely around 5’2-5’4, but as she appears tall for her era when you take away her shoes, such as when you view her height in comparison to Koinatsu, but for the purpose of adapting her to a modern AU, I would put her height at 5’6, as statistics show the average female height to be 5’4. Part II , headcanons

The clench of your bag in your hand, as your other hand fought to reach the handgrip. The reach just escaping your grasp, the tips of your fingers brushed against pull. The sea of bodies that pressed against your form, jostling you to and fro despite the reach of your fingers. The cram of suits, the buttons threatening to break skin as it scraped across your cheek. Early morning commuters, businessmen and women alike operating on late hours, and caffeine. Dedicated to daily survival, murmured of yawns, dreary in their stark existence. Old men that sighed into newspapers, flipped through pages and drew exhaustion upon weary bones. Their fatigue met only by the civil servants that mentally prepared themselves for the hour to come. Laborers corralled next to office workers, college students shuffled between members of the workface, their discussions of lectures hollow against the weight of data, and meetings. Ironic in the experience against the new to the world; the rare high school student such as yourself lost amongst the crowd. Victims to the push and pull of the fluctuation of passengers, your low status upon the totem pole revealed by the flutter of your school uniform as you fought against the sea of bodies, the grit of your teeth before managing your weight to the tip of your toes, the thread of your fingers secured at the caught of the metal in your palm. The rattle of the train, the murmurs of the morning as you allowed the breath to release from your lungs Struggled to multitask holding your belongings, the train rail, and push your glasses up the bridge of your nose. The murmuring of giggling girls drawing your attention out of sincere curiosity. The press of the back of hand from one to another, snickers that fell pass distinct neckties, and khaki blazers. Pressed uniforms, meticulously maintained as their fingernails, hair styled and fashioned as their sneers fell upon glossed lips. Fresh faces that fell upon haughty glares upon a girl seated amongst the crowd. Having secured a rare seating opportunity though the lecturers glances of the older men that lamented near the seats hinted that the opportunity had not afforded itself. Yet, the group of onlookers merely whispered ideal gossips, painted a portrait of a whore amongst faculty members. Murmured poisonous accusations, and delved details shameless of their surroundings. The clench of your jaw, fumbling upon the bag in your hand as your eyes caught upon the victim of their scandalous discussion.

              Moonlight kissed hair that drew the breath from your lungs, threatened to smother you with its vision. The high of her ponytail reminiscent of the beauty of oirans of the past, intentionally placed hair pins that met the curls that formed at her hips. Thick locks that captivated every curve, danced upon ever trace of her silhouette. Shuddered the chill of winter down your spine. The reveal of her breast, openly exposed, the buttons of her white uniform blouse intentionally left undone, snug against the cup of her form, the peak of—lace? W-why?  S-she was clearly a high school student, was she not? Ah, n-no maybe it’s a costume. The small shift of her hips reflected the sheer material of her thigh highs as she rolled her pelvis into the seat. The adjustment having drawn a small scrap of fabric, a skirt, and its pattern that drew the heat of your cheeks in one swift strike. As though you had been slapped with the reality of its familiarity—n-nope. Not a costume, the telling pattern back and red plaid patterns, the thin strip of black that drew at the pleating of the skirts. Her brown loafers school issued as the very ones you wore. Though your uniform had never… left such a lasting impression as the one she adorned. The fairness of her skin that the peeks of her uniform provided despite the chilly weather February provided was delicate as though she was a portrait painted by Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto. The celestial god the only one capable of providing such beauty upon the earth, the draw of her breast and the distinct hiss that rumbled at the base of her throat.  The meticulously draw of kitten eyeliner dipped into shades of crimson rouge, and the press of her lips into a disapproving scowl. Lush, summer grass that threatened the very existence of winter’s chill upon your spine. Rattled your bones with the press of her painted lips together as her eyebrows met a furrow.

“What, are you look at?”

Her beauty unescapable, deadly as delicate. Caught amongst her glare, the point of her sharp eyes, becoming aware of the ends of her Chrysoberyl hair that appeared as though it had captivated her hiss, and robbed you of your own voice. The small shiver that met at your shoulders as you dumbly found yourself drawing your finger to your face, “M-me?” The horrific realization that you had been caught ogling her, only amplified by the chuckles of the girls that had drawn you into this situation. The sharp tint of her eyelashes, long and lush as they captivated your own. Willing your glasses at the tip of your nose to shield you from her edged lour. The flare of her breast, i-it was not your fault that you gaze had drifted as you forced your hand from the pull, tucking your finger tips to fumble with your eyewear. Struggled to choke down the lump that formed in your throat, aware of her flaring temper as she pulled herself to her feet. Abandoning her seat, and ignoring the appealing way that older men traced her steps. The shameful realization that, perhaps she was accustomed to men leering at her, and found your wandering gaze a peculiarity. Though you had not the opportunity to rationalize why she had fault with yours, nor how horrified that you were on pare with perverted old man. Fumbled with your glasses, tucked awkwardly at the strands of your hair that fell to your ears, as you attempted to find any way out of this. The draw of her pointed glare down upon you, standing a few inches taller than yourself. The hint of osmanthus followed a spice you could not name tantalized your senses, the sputtering realization of how hard her perfume had hit you left you choking on your lips.

The ding of the station, hitched upon the knot of the track. The rock of bodies, pressed every which way, the shutter of the girl before you rocked backwards, pinioned against you as you struggled to find your footing. The slam of your hand into the window pain at her head. The bend of her knees, and the shocked quiver of her pupils. Rattled at the pinion of her body pressed beneath your own lsot amongst the shuffle of passengers. All of the shoujo-ai you had read in your lives could not have prepared you for this moment. K-Kabedon?! The internal screaming upon your heart, shattered your brain. Short circuited all thought presses, blissfully unaware of the growing wrath that seethed beneath you alongside the ding of the train doors. Foreboding, and impending the girl before you descent to the platform. The rattle of her skirt hiked up, the rack of your form pressed into her. Old men that chuckled as they rushed to their offices; college students that lingered far longer than you’d prefer. Prayed that none of the snickers, utilized cellphone cameras, nor instilled this moment for later purposes. The rattle of your heart, the spread of her hair beneath you despite the obvious seething wrath that immolated across her doll like features. The green strands of her hair that coiled beneath her, the scathing glower that caught amongst your own. The scream of fury that threatened the cull of her throat, quivered her bones as the veins began to pop in her forehead, only furthered by your insufferable, incoherent apologies. Fumbled over your belongings. Snagged your bag, shoved your glasses up the bridge of your nose, and retreated.

If there was a god, he was laughing. Delighting in your misery. Savoring the anguish, ignored the prayers you uttered in horrified internal screaming, begging him to allow the earth to swallow you whole as your teacher stood before you. Ignorant to your obvious apparel, all bartering from your swearing off meat to joining a nunnery intentionally ignored for sheer folly. No, no god must be a woman, it was the only explanation to the sight before you. Aoki-sensei’s clueless smile, eyes shut, and proud of his own suggestion. Tutoring, assisting another student’s preparation for college exams, and the very subject before you. D-daki, he had said with such delight upon introducing her. Absolutely blind to the turbulent forces that circled around him. The coil of a viper posed and agitated. Her green eyes flaring the grit of her teeth. The small slip of her canines against pursed rouged lips. Her freshly manicured nails rapped against the desk before digging into the wood grain. Twitching eyebrows, wrinkled nose, as the green mamba hissed, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

              No, no it appears not.

              Who says that the gods do not have a sense of humor?

It had been a few weeks of—could you really call this studying? Any attempt to navigate course material fell on deaf ears. Was muddled by the click of her nails against the desk, the pop of bubblegum, or the occasional flip of a fashion magazine. The evidence of her bubbling rage at each pointed glare she shot you when you attempted to stutter for her attention. The break of your voice, a higher pitch due to your duress than you’d like to admit, and yet despite the notable hostility, she had continued to attend the— “study” sessions. Her irritability having reached an all time high today as her bubblegum popped, the twitch of her lip-enhancer glossed lips quipped with the wrinkle of her nose. The vein in her head practically throbbing with each nervous fumble you could conjure. The chalk practically shaking in your hand as you attempted to demonstrate the proper algebraic equation. The searing lesions her vision threatened to brand into your back as the chalk nervously rattled against the chalkboard. An incomprehensible tapped scribble as you forced an awkward smile, attempting to find your voice. The cup of your hair cut off at your ears and utilizing the opportunity to press up your glasses in an attempt to avoid her eye. Each movement betraying your nervousness had only tempted her ire. The dodged glances when Daki sought your gaze, frail voice that lacked any resolve. She had even witnessed your knees clatter against one another, the height of her panty hose unable to shield the obvious state of tremors that rolled up your spine every time she watched your back diligently scribble incomprehensible. A flush guaranteed to kidnap your fatures, and your gaze from her own when the taller girl successfully met your gaze—what fucking help were you supposed to be to her?

              You couldn’t even help your fucking self.

              The knot of a mocked sticker—an immature attempt at humor from one of your female classmates that had escaped your notice. Successfully implemented when she had patted you on the shoulder before your tutoring session had begun, the smug grin and how boldly the little bitch had met Daki’s eyes had been enough to piss her off, but met face to face with the rainbow flag and homophobic slur stickered  to your collar had her boiling. The grip of her magazine crumbled between clenched fists; she had attempted to remove it. She had, but ever action had a reaction. Her close proximity regardless of how perfectly timed, or well intended, resulted in you trembling and babbling. It only pissed her off more. How were YOU supposed to help her? With your little insult sticker, and inability to even make eye contact—fuck how pathetic must she be to seek your HELP? The thought had dropped her brows to the point that they dipped at her enhanced eyelashes, threatened to simmer over as though she were a neglected pot. She could feel her temper boil, and her teeth scrapping against one another before she allowed it to steer her.

              “What the fuck is your problem?” Daki seethed, slamming her hands to her desk, forcing her chair back in a rattling screech of her chair across the floor. Tremored your bones and drew your attention to her in shock worthy of some B horror film. The click of her school issue indoor shoes clapped harder and harder with each step forward, as you attempted to position the podium between the two of you. “Are you screwing with me? Pisses me off seeing you worm around like this?”

              Manicured nails caught the collar of your school uniform, her height foreboding against your own as she leaned forward. Daring your averted eyes to catch her own, pressing her gaze against you as the vein in her forehead threatened to burst the longer, she glowered at you. The clench of her canine teeth against one another before shoving you from her sight. Exasperated pursed rogued lips that grunted dissatisfaction with your response, “Whatever, I don’t need this.”  Daki’s absence in the classroom marked only by the quite of an abandoned lecture, the most peculiar sticker discarded in the trash on her way out, and the sinking pit in your stomach that something, something was wrong.

[scotisfr]

"It takes several hours of walking before the trio finally feels at ease. The area they find themselves in is open, allowing them to see any approaching danger from a distance. Ronce has taken charge of the herd, leading Faîne and Bouleau with determined steps. The dun stallion seems fatigued and sluggish.

Ronce exhales, casting another look ahead. "We'll stop here," she announces. There's no water in sight, but there are tasty bushes, and Faîne really needs to rest.

"Is your head still spinning?" Bouleau asks, concerned.

"Hmm. Yes," Faîne responds weakly, taking advantage of the stop to rest his heavy head on Bouleau's withers.

"What do we do if your head keeps spinning?" worries the pinto stallion.

"We do what you did with me: we don't abandon him," Ronce declares firmly. She is determined to help the two stallions who aided her when she was unwell and had been abandoned by her former herd.

It's not a typical herd she has now: there are two stallions, and she's the only mare, but it is her herd. She feels possessive of it.

She doesn't have the ideal temperament for a lead mare : she's anything but attentive to the needs of others. But Bouleau is too timid to lead and Faîne has just proven he's not the most vigilant of stallions. Perhaps it was a mistake that won't be repeated(after all, he had been attentive to them until now) but neither Ronce nor Bouleau can afford for a similar accident to happen again. Faîne is too sociable when meeting strangers, making it hard for him to keep the herd safe : he struggles to multitask.

With her decision about her place in the herd made, Ronce settles a few steps away from the two stallions to keep watch. Behind her, Faîne weakly attempts to groom Bouleau's back, who returns the gesture more vigorously."