#newborn hair wash routines

[hamed-menzlawy]

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There’s no way to predict how much hair a baby will have at birth. Some babies are born with a lot of hair and others are born without hair. Even when a baby has hair at birth, their hair can fall out shortly after delivery, then later regrow. Shampooing One of the main reasons for brittle, thin hair is a sweaty and dirty scalp. Make sure that you shampoo your baby’s hair and massage her scalp thrice a week. You can use a head to toe product or baby shampoo. You are not required to wash the baby’s hair every day. Got a baby with a full head of hair? Caring for those fine locks calls for some finesse, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Here’s how to keep those newborn strands silky and smooth.

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[moo-blogging]

Nothing in my head but Levi being the perfect husband and father.

You thought you were prepared for your little one to come into your lives, but the troubles, the accidents, and the sudden outbrusts caught you off guard. You imagined the quiet, peaceful, loving hours with your newborn. But your body ached and sore, you were bleeding from under, and your baby required a lot of attention.

Soon, it had been 5 months and you finally got hold of your baby. You could recognise the cries (hungry, soiled diapers, in pain/discomfort). It took a tol on your body and mind. You loved your baby, but you weren't so sure you loved yourself anymore. Your hair was mostly oily and messy. Your clothes now dotted with patches of vomitted milk, and you were sure you permanently smell like poop.

Levi watched as you struggled with motherhood. He tried his best to help you every day before and after work. He gave you hugs every night before bed, but you almost always fell asleep before Levi could soothe you with his loving words of affirmation. Even if you managed to stay awake, you would mumble, "I had to, I'm a mom now."

It was a rainy evening that day. Levi did the dishes and you finally put baby to sleep. The house was cool. The soft patting sound of the rain falling on the roof created a relaxing melody. It was peaceful in the house. You sat on your bed, folding the endless laundry. Levi came in and ushered you to take a shower.

"Wash your hair, Y/n. I want to dry your hair tonight." Levi gently pushed you into the bathroom. You took a long shower, scrubing your skin and washing your oily hair 3 times. You finally managed to do your full facial routine and changed into clean pyjamas that Levi picked for you. You came out from the shower, feeling like a new person. You were shocked as you saw Levi had changed the sheets and lit a therapeutic candle.

Sitting in the living room, Levi was drying your hair with a towel for you as you shared a heartwarming conversation about his work, baby's day, and your future plan. Levi was supportive of you and all the decisions you decided to do. When he was done, you lifted your head and he planted a kiss on your forehead.

Levi tiptoed around the house, making sure the doors and windows were locked while you brought clean milk bottles from the kitchen into your bedroom. You checked on your baby out of habit. You felt this unexplainable warmth in your heart as you watched your baby. The same hair colour as Levi's, rosy chubby cheeks moving softly with every breath, and the small fist that grabbed onto the little blanket given by the Survey Corps.

Levi locked the bedroom door and stood with you for a while, watching the baby too. You leaned against him, your palms finding each other. Levi brushed his thumb on the back of your palm. You both exhaled with relief and bliss. "C'mon," Levi pulled you away from the crib.

You crawled onto the bed, smelling the clean sheets and calming scent of your favourite flower. The candle had burnt out, but the scent remained. Your bodies found each other naturally, like two pieces of Yin and Yang. Levi rested his chin on your head, while your face fitted perfectly at his collarbones. "You know, " Levi's voice was hoarse, he cleared his throat, "you know we haven't cuddle in months. You always fell asleep first, or you felt too hot." It was true, your hormones were a mess. And you felt dirty.

"I missed you," Levi pulled you closer. "I missed you too, Levi. I'm sorry I couldn't do better." You signed. "Don't apologise, Y/n. I have decided to take some time off from work and take care of baby with you. I want you to be able to do what you want and I want to spend time with baby too. I really want to be a father.." You knew how much Levi wanted to be the father he never had, and you appreciated how much effort he was putting in.

You tilted your head and kissed his lower chin, "thank you, Levi. You'll be an amazing dad, I know you will. We'll make this work together." Levi responded your kiss with a kiss on your nose, "can't do this without you, Y/n. Goodnight, my love."

[kkcauseway]

Mine For Life

Parent Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: Your son has been on the earth for a whole two weeks, the days are all blending into one, but you wouldn't change anything about it. When you wake you go about your routine as normal but Joel has the biggest of surprises for you, the biggest of questions to ask, wanting to make you officially his for life. Content/warnings: No outbreak. Soooo much fucking flufff!!! family fluff, domestic fluff. Joel being the cutest dad. Reader and Joel working as a team to make sure their new born son gets the care he needs. Marriage proposal, breast feeding. Caring!Joel Miller. No use of Y/N. A/N: This was a literal dream I had that I woke up from and wrote notes about instantly and I've now changed it into the cutest fluff piece. I hope you love it!!!!

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Two weeks you’ve been parents. In a crazy so full of love, lack of sleep bubble where the days have merged into one. You haven’t washed your hair in a few days, but you wouldn’t change the reason for the world. Your son Frankie Thomas Miller named after your father and of course Tommy, came into the world weighing only 6lbs and screaming his tiny lungs out. And there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. It still doesn’t feel real even with you having had two weeks to adjust.

When he starts crying you quickly get up and bring him into bed with you, in a half-asleep state. You’re thankful Joel didn’t wake as he’s helped so much in the day today to allow you to catch up on sleep, so you want to make sure he gets a full nights rest.

By the chirping of the birds and the beginnings of sunlight pushing its way through the side of the curtains you guess it’s roughly 4am. Meaning you’ve managed to get a solid four hours sleep, no wonder you feel so good.

You instantly place him on your breast to settle him and after he’s fed for a solid thirty minutes you burp him, change him, and then lie with him against your chest. His wide-awake eyes stare at you and you’re in no rush for this moment to end. Differentiating between drawing circles on his small back and head. The full head of hair that he has getting longer you swear by the second.

When your eyes begin feeling heavy you jolt yourself back awake do not fall asleep with him on you. But as a precaution in case you do you make a little area for him between the pair of you on the mattress so he will be safe if you do. You lie staring at him the biggest of smiles on your face and that’s the last thing you see.

When Joel stirs awake and it’s fully light outside his eyes readjust and his focus is straight on Frankie. Fast asleep between you. He’s surprised of course but quickly catches on to what’s obviously happened. And he’s not complaining, who would waking to the site of his gorgeous newborn son and girlfriend fast asleep.

He turns fully onto his side so he can watch Frankie sleep. It’s such an intimate beautiful moment. He places his hand to his son’s stomach stroking softly. Adoring the sight of the love of his life and his precious son in slumber.

One second Frankie’s hand is above his tiny head and the next he’s stretching slightly, and it falls to his side. Joel can’t help but chuckle because that’s a move you pull often in bed.

His lips smack against each other every so often and he lets out little purr like noises. So tiny so cute. Melting his heart completely every time. He’s obviously in the happiest of dreams.

It isn’t long till he begins stirring. Actually waking and doing the all mightiest of stretches all four of his limbs stretched to full capacity and his tiny face scrunches in on itself. His eyes open wide and begin scanning the room and he begins whimpering obviously getting ready to cry. But Joel’s actions calm him right back down.

Yet it wakes you right away and you turn to your side noticing the smile on Joel’s face. God he’s so gorgeous when he first wakes up and watching the way his hand rubs Frankie’s stomach softly melts you. You can feel just how much he loves your boy, just as much as you do.

“G’mornin’” he eventually grumbles.

“Hey baby” you mumble as you move closer to Frankie. Joel brings his hand away from Frankie’s stomach to rub at your hip and you both bask in the comfortable silence.

“I still can’t believe he’s real” you whisper unable to take your eyes off him.

“I’ve never been so happy as when you blessed me w’him.”

You chuckle, goosebumps taking over your whole body as his thumb tickles your hip.

Eventually Frankie begins crying for real, obviously desperate for his mama to feed him again.

Yet nothing could ruin this moment not even your son beginning to get rowdy. So you bask in the last few seconds before having to both get into full parent mode.

As his cries grow louder, and more intense Joel sits up grabbing him and shushing him as he holds him close to his chest. Fuck he looks yummy like that. His broad shoulders and chest making your son look even smaller.

His large hand holds his head softly stroking to comfort him. Joel notices quickly that he needs changing so grabs the caddy that’s on the end of the bed, somehow not been kicked off after you passed out having done half a job to put things back away, and gets to it right away. Frankie still fussy as he does.

Once clean and fresh, you’re ready to feed him so working as a team he passes him over and makes sure you’re comfortable whilst you do.

He watches you feed him; your maternal instincts so natural. Frankie forever happy and content with you. Eventually, he speaks wanting your attention “hey baby I got somethin’ f’you.”

“What’s that?” You mumble as you move your eyes from Frankie back to him. And you gasp. No idea what to do or say as you stare at Joel, and he stares back at you with a red velvet ring box open before you. A beautiful diamond ring gleaming at you.

“Joel” you whisper unsure of what to do, what to say.

“Baby I love you like I ain’t never loved someone before, and I don’t think it was even possible but when you gave me Frankie that shit doubled, hell it tripled, and I thought I already loved you more than was possible. I wana spend the rest o’my life with you, growin’ our family, fillin’ our home, growin’ old together. I want it all with you baby.”

Tears flow freely from your eyes and the glossiness of them makes it almost impossible to see. “I- I- god it’s so beautiful- Joel I don’t know what to say.”

“Well a yes would be nice.” He chuckles

Fuck. You hadn’t even thought about the response too caught up in the craziness. Too caught up in how unexpected it was.

“Yes, a million times yes!!” You chuckle wetly and he joins you.

“Yeah, you gonna marry me baby, become a Miller f'real?”

“I can’t think of anything I want more.”

You hold Frankie with your other hand so you can hold your left out to him. He takes the ring out of the box and places it onto your finger. It’s the perfect fit because Joel always gets everything exactly right. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses the ring.

When he finally releases your hand, you hold it out and study the ring intently.

Wow.

It’s the perfect size diamond for your small finger and is absolutely gorgeous.

“Fuck I love you.” Joel grumbles and as you move your hand away, so he comes back into full view, you chuckle.

“I love you too fiancé.”

“Fiancé, damn I like the sound o’that.”

[yutahoes]

Cry

This plot is in my mind ever since these pictures were posted. Can you tell that this picture is holding me in chokehold?

characters: idol! dad! Yuta Nakamoto x mom! Y/N summary: You might have missed your husband too much. word count: 2.3k words genre: fluff, smut warning: lots of kissing, Y/N is down bad for Yuta (I mean who wouldn't? 🙄), sexual intercourse (but not that detailed), cursing, lots of crying, cheesy words

a/n: Part of the idol! dad! Yuta collection with daughter! Shiho and son! Shinichi. Please welcome the new addition to this fictional family son! Shion. 🤣Inspired by that one facebook reel. You'll know when you read it.

You tapped the moisturizer on your face, the smell of vanilla filling the small room you're in. It's nice to have some quiet time for yourself, especially after a hectic day—a peaceful night. You hummed to yourself as you finished your nighttime routine—a small me time for yourself. 

Although it's already late at night, your newborn son has just gotten to sleep which got you this free time. You don't know how long you have to yourself but might as well enjoy the self-time while it lasts. 

You're not complaining. You love being a mom. But it is just a taxing job. You have to wake up early to prepare Shiho and Shin for their school. And that is if you get enough sleep. Ever since you gave birth to Shion, your third child, you haven't had that much sleeping time. It also doesn't help that your husband is very busy with his job.

Again, you are not complaining. You just wished you had some more time for yourself. 

You were thankful, however, for today. Since it's a Friday night, you decided to bring the kids to a cafe nearby for dinner. They played a lot and even the youngest who only watched on the sidelines, was knocked out when you got home. A little time for yourself. You bathed and lathered yourself with your husband's body wash, put shampoo in your hair, and even wore a nightie. 

Even if Shion wakes up in the middle of the night, you already did a lot for yourself—a little peace.

A peace disturbed by an engine revving. It's late. Are the neighbors up? Is someone visiting you? This late at night? Or, is it…? 

You put on a robe to cover the purple thin sheet covering your body then head down, surprised to hear the keys jiggling and the door closed shut. The first instinct is to scream but you immediately smell his perfume which only makes you stop by the bottom of the stairs. This is new. Your husband is home. 

You knew he was busy in Tokyo due to schedules so you wondered what he was doing here tonight. Why didn't he inform you of coming home? 

"You're home?" You asked in surprise. He did mention that he'll try coming home this Sunday after his schedules clear up. It's still Friday night so why is your husband here already? "I thought you won't be…" 

"I took the latest flight home," he claimed, grinning, as he put down his suitcase. He walked to where you are, "Are the kids asleep?" You nodded before he wrapped you in his arms. "Why are you still up? It's late." 

A chuckle escaped your lips, hugging him back. "I'm just preparing for bed."

"You smell so good," Yuta complimented, then kissed the side of your neck. "Is that my body wash?" You nodded. His breathing was warm against your neck, "I love that you smell like me." Contrast is his cold lips pressing butterfly kisses along your skin. "I miss you." 

"I miss you, too." His lips went to yours, hands grasping your waist as he pulled you closer. Your hands wrapped around his neck, kissing him deeply. You miss when you and Yuta are being intimate like this. With the kids around and his job, there's not much time for the two of you alone. Maybe that was one of the things you missed the most in your life. An alone time with your husband. 

"I miss you." He repeated then kissed you again but this time, pulling you closer. He sucked your bottom lip before slipping his tongue between your lips, tasting you. "I don't think I can bear another month without you." 

You giggled at his words.  

The passion in his kiss drowned you, knocking the sense out of you that you were surprised when Yuta expertly removed your robe, revealing the purple satin nightie underneath. "My God, are you really a mother of three?" You giggled at what your husband exclaimed. "You're still as smoking hot as the first time I met you, Y/N." He gave you a quick peck on the lips. "I must be the luckiest man alive." 

That was an exaggeration. Why is your husband like this? You felt his arm when he removed the black leather jacket he wore. The white muscle tee clinging to his body, especially his forearm. "You're bulking up," You complimented, "Are you working out?" 

Yuta nodded with a smile. "I lift weights when I have free time," he stated before wrapping his arms around your waist once again, pulling you closer. "Do you like it?" You bit your lip, nodding. You've always liked Yuta's body frame but seeing him a little bulked up made him more attractive in your eyes. 

"I must be the luckiest woman alive." 

A yelp escaped your lips when he held the back of your thighs, carrying you on his shoulder and heading up the stairs. You kept on laughing at the situation. This was just like your honeymoon night except Yuta didn't look like he was struggling when he carried you. Yuta put you down when you reached the bedroom, closing the door with his feet and locking the door before removing his white tee. He really is working out. His body changed a lot, bulkier even. 

"Are we safe today?" You smiled and then nodded. After three kids, you already knew when to have a night together without the risk of getting pregnant again. Although you love kids, you both agreed to stop on the third child and just focus on giving them all your attention and love. Yuta was against you using female contraceptives, especially after knowing the risks to your body which made you grateful. "Should I use condoms tonight?" 

You shook your head, slipping the strap of the nightie down. "No condoms. Safe day." 

He cursed lightly before holding your cheeks and kissing you on the lips. "I can't believe you're my wife," he mumbled in between kisses. "It still amazes me that you're mine." You giggled. Slowly, he pushed you to bed. "I don't know how I deserved someone like you." 

It amazes you how Yuta can easily say those words. You've been married for so long yet he's always saying those words as if it's the first time. And what's amazing is the fact that even if he kept saying those words, it still stirs deep emotions inside you. "I love you," you mumbled and he smiled, repeating the same exact three words. 

You thought making love with Yuta would be different once you get older: the passion, the technique. But your husband never even changed how he made you feel. He kissed the right spots and touched the parts of your body that gave you immense pleasure. 

His thrusts never faltered as your lips kept on spouting cries of pleasure. Silent screams of his name and the heavenly beings repeatedly called at how amazing Yuta feels inside you. "Fuck, I miss this." And you do too. "Feels so good." 

The wave of orgasm can be felt as you pull Yuta closer, moaning against his ear. It was an amazing feeling. A feeling you badly missed. 

Yuta rolled beside you in bed, catching his breath. Sweat beads formed on his bare chest as he held you close. “Are you alright?” You nodded, grinning at him. “Do you want anything?” He stood up, getting clean sweatpants from his drawer. You remained lying in bed, marveling at how his body looked like it was sculpted. You never thought you'd actually like him bulked up. “A glass of water?” You nodded as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back real quick.”  

You stretched your arms then headed to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you returned to your bedroom, Yuta was still not back so you just put on your discarded robe and scrolled on your phone. When Yuta did return, he handed you the glass of water with a smug smile on his face. “I think you should go check on Shiho.” 

“Why?” You asked after drinking the water. He took the cup before pursing his lips. Is he laughing? Amused? “What happened?” 

“Just go check on her.” 

You tied the string of your robe tighter before exiting the door of your bedroom and into your only daughter’s room. She was seated on her bed, tears streaming from her eyes as she wept silently. “Shiho, what happened?” You inquired, panic washed over you. Did she have a nightmare? Your eldest doesn't normally cry. She's way past the age where she usually cries a lot that it worries you. What happened to her? “Are you hurt?” 

She cried louder, hugging you. “I heard you crying,” Wait, what? “I went to your room and tried to open it but the door was locked. I was so scared.” She heard you crying? When you glanced at Yuta who was leaning by the door frame, you realized what it was. “I was really worried, mommy.” 

“I’m sorry.” You immediately said, not knowing what to say after. Your face was heating up at the thought that your innocent daughter just heard you making love with your husband. This is so embarrassing. And why is your husband, the reason of all of these, laughing to himself? “I’m sorry for scaring and worrying you but I’m fine now.” 

“Did you have a bad dream?” You just nodded. She’s still too young to know why you were crying earlier. You don't want her to know. “Did daddy calm you down?” She asked between labored breaths. Once again, you nodded before glancing at Yuta who had a wide grin to himself. “I’m glad daddy is home.” You nodded, rubbing her back to hush her from crying. “Mommy, if you ever have bad dreams and daddy is not here, you can sleep with me in my bed. You always do it for me and Shin, we can help you calm down.” A smile escaped your lips, nodding at her. 

“I’m sorry for waking you up and scaring you.” You tucked her into bed, pulling the blankets up to keep her warm. “And if mommy has bad dreams, I'll go straight to you." Shiho grinned. You resist the urge to pinch her chubby cheeks. "Take a rest, love.” You kissed her forehead, Yuta doing the same thing to her while muttering ‘goodnight’ and ‘I missed you’.

Once the door to Shiho’s room closed, Yuta could not hide the laughter escaping his lips. You whined, leaning your head on his chest. “That was super embarrassing.” You lightly hit his chest to stop him from laughing. 

He chuckled, wrapping you in his arms and then kissing the top of your head. “Maybe next time, we should just go to a hotel or leave the kids to our parents’.” He teased which made you glare. Yuta leaned in to kiss your lips, tongue slipping inside your mouth as his hand squeezed your butt. 

You lightly pushed him, raising an eyebrow. “I thought we’d just do it in a hotel?” 

Your husband grinned, “Heading to the hotel cannot wait.” He kissed you once again. “You can just be quiet though.” 

Before he could pull you close for another kiss, a cry from inside the nursery can be heard. You groaned which made Yuta chuckle. “I’ll take care of Shion. Get some rest.” The crying became louder and you just nodded at him. Before he could step to Shion’s room though, he held your hand and gave you one last kiss. “I love you, Y/N.” A soft smile escaped your lips, “I’m glad you’re my wife and the mother of my children.” 

You rolled your eyes at that, “As if you have a choice.” 

“I do,” he said with a mischievous smile that startled you. “But I’ll always choose you over and over again.” He held your waist once again even if your youngest son's cries can be heard in the house. “Thank you for taking care of our family.” But it wasn’t a one-woman job. Although you do everything in the house, Yuta is still providing for you. It’s still a collaborative effort. “Tomorrow, I’ll leave the kids at Taeyong's.” Wait, why? He just came back, doesn’t he want to spend time with the kids? "Then I’ll take care of you, my baby.” He claimed in a low voice, winking.  

You giggled. He doesn’t need to do that. But you’re thankful. “Thank you, Yuta.” 

“No, thank you Y/N.” He kissed your forehead before kissing your lips. “Get some rest, love.” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll just put Shion back to sleep and check on Shin.” 

You nodded, “I’ll wait for you in bed." 

Yuta chuckled before nodding, whispering that he loves you and that he'll just be quick. You smiled while watching him quietly head to the nursery next room, his soft voice hushing your youngest son to sleep making you giddy. 

Your husband was right, you both had a choice. But you know, you’ll end up choosing him over and over again. No one could fill that spot as your husband and father of your children. You are indeed the luckiest woman alive being married to the one and only Yuta Nakamoto.   

Now, you’re just excited about what tomorrow might bring to you. And honestly, all the coming days with your small family. 

[the-fluff-piece]

"Invisible" choose your own romance

- Zoro or Sanji?

This is a "choose your own adventure" type continuation of "invisible", if you haven't read that, start here. You can chose at the end if you want to be with Sanji or Zoro, click on the link to get to the corresponding story

After Sanji rejected you, he offered to be friends - you accepted. As you get to know each other better and better, you discover new sides to your crewmate Zoro. Which one will you choose in the end?

The new friendship with Sanji led to new routines in your day. You started to help him a lot, earning his praise and time spent together, just the two of you.

Laughing, talking, working together; when no one else was around, it felt like you were made for each other. You enjoyed his company, his laughter and even occasionally his friendly teasing. When you closed your eyes, it felt like the day you had with him in another body.

You opened your eyes again and looked at your crewmate. Sanji was cleaning the table while you were washing dishes. Whistling, he threw the rag on the counter and proceeded to make tea in his careful fashion.

Your heart sank a little, he was preparing Nami's afternoon tea. Soon, the suspension of disbelief would dissipate and Sanji would prance to Nami, drooling and babbling like an idiot. Not leaving an ounce of doubt who he saw as desirable and who was just his platonic friend.

With a sigh, you saw him run out the door. And like always, you finished the chores on the kitchen alone.

Putting plates back in cupboards, bringing his knives, pots and pans back in order, you were deep in your work and almost fell backwards when a hunched figure said "yo" over the counter.

Stumbling and gasping, you saw that it was Zoro, who must have snuck in like a cat.

"Whoa Zoro don't do that! You're giving me a heart attack" You were heaving with shock.

"Sorry, I thought you saw me" He raked his hand through his hair, looking around like he was searching for something.

"Do you need anything?" You asked, leaning over the counter. Zoro wasn't exactly someone you had long conversations with, so it was plausible that he was just hungry.

"Do you have any leftovers?" He looked a bit sheepishly over the counter.

"We just ate" you chuckled.

"Well...I forgot how hungry I was" He sat down, swords clanking at his side.

"You forgot..." You raised your eyebrows at this. He blushed.

"Yeah sometimes I just want to get back to training so bad, I forget how hungry I really am" His stomach rumbled loudly and he looked embarrassed.

Without asking for a better explanation, you took the leftovers out of the fridge and reheated them on the stove, while a single blue eye watched hungrily.

When you eventually pushed a steaming plate towards your crewmate, he looked grateful and dug in with a "thanks!"

He was eating like a starving stray dog, he must have been really hungry.

"Stupid cook usually doesn't heat it up...smug bastard..." he said with his mouth full.

While he ate, you decided to sharpen the kitchen knives a bit, since Sanji loved to work with well kept equipment.

As you started to sharpen them, Zoro almost jumped over the counter: "nooooo!" And ripped the knive from your hand.

"What?" You shrieked at him.

"You're doing it all wrong!" He clutched the small chopping knife to his chest like a newborn.

"I'm doing it like Sanji showed me" you tried to pry it from his hands again.

"Well he's an idiot and incompetent with swords" Zoro stated, looking at the blade.

"I'll sharpen them for you. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't exactly wrong what you did, it was just not perfect. It took me years to perfect the process." He already started to run the side of the blade over the stone, keeping a careful angle and rhythm.

"Take it as thanks for feeding me" He winked.

"You know, steel may be hard, but it needs lots of care to stay sharp" He began lecturing you on his favorite subject - blades. While sharpening every knife in the kitchen, he talked about how he learned his trade. You felt that it really was his biggest passion and listened intently.

Sanji

Home.

For the first time, Sanji felt at home. Whole. Loved. Safe.

His crew was like his family and he knew he could always depend on them. With y/n, he has now gained an unexpected companion.

He lovingly looked at the album she made, it was right next to his cookbooks on the shelf and he took it out just as often.

After all he's been through, he felt he deserved someone like her in his life. He bathed in her appreciation, sucked up all her kindness like a sponge. She wasn't a guy - he could never accept help or gifts like that from a guy - but she also wasn't exactly a lady, high up on a pedestal, unreachable and perfect.

He could talk to her normally, confide in her, be himself. It felt like the purest form of friendship he had ever experienced. He could share his thoughts and feelings with her.

And she helped him in the kitchen, even if she tried to hide it. She kept order while he was away, she helped him prepare meals and made his life a whole lot more relaxed. He had more time for training now, fishing and taking special care of Nami and Robin.

He hummed to himself as he prepared afternoon tea for Nami. He smelled cake, y/n had surely made something in the oven. She used the kitchen now more of her own, after he had made sure that she knew the rules and kept order.

He watched her as she cut two slices of the fresh cake onto plates, loading them on her arm like he taught her and make her way out of the galley.

"Hey, where are you going?" He bend over the counter to catch a glimpse of her as she blushed slightly.

"Just eating out on deck" She mumbled and vanished out of the door.

Sanji got a strange feeling in his stomach. Something wasn't right. He left the tea to cool a bit and followed her outside. She made her way over the sunny's deck to a shady corner, where something was lying that looked like a pile of dirty rags to Sanji.

"Mosshead" He growled under his breath.

He felt the knot in his stomach tighten as she kneeled down in the grass and poked Zoro awake. The swordsman smiled broadly as he saw the cake - just as broad as Y/n who watched him take the first bite.

Sanji was already putting together insults in his head, when he stopped for a second to think about why he wanted to ruin this for y/n. She seemed happy. It made him mad.

They began talking. They laughed. Sanji realised he had almost breathed in the whole cigarette with angry puffs. While he was still searching for a good reason in his head to pick a fight with Zoro in this moment, the egg timer he had set for the tea went off and he decided to let it go, for now.

He tried to calm down, but failed miserably. When he served Nami her tea, he couldn't savour her exquisite appearance and the deep cut shirt she wore. Mechanically, he prepared dinner, alone, wondering where Y/n was and what she did. And with whom.

When he decided to go look for her, she was nowhere to be found. Except he didn't want to go look in the crows nest.

You

You regretted not talking to him sooner. Zoro was intimidating at first, but in the end he was just a laid back guy with a strange obsession. He liked swords and fighting, but he was interested in whatever you had to say, too. He listened closely, asking questions that showed you he really cared about what you had to say.

And he seemed more than delighted when you cared for him- reminded him to take a break and especially if you brought him food. He trained hard every day, he needed to eat a lot to keep up his strength.

Usually, gruff and buff wasn't your type, but Zoro turned out to have a charm of his own and you found yourself thinking less and less about Sanji the more time you spend away from him.

Whatever this was, one question burned on your mind before you let your feelings grow any further.

You sat with Zoro in the crows nest, talking about the last adventures and eating rice balls.

"Zoro, I know you've been sailing with Nami for a long time now. Do you...uhm...like her?" Your emphasis made clear what exactly you meant.

Zoro almost choked on his meal.

"What? Like? That egotistical, lying gold digging hag???" He seemed appaled at the idea, "Why are you even asking me this?"

"Most men seem to love her, I just wondered. She is really hot." You avoided looking at him.

"I don't care for that" He said.

"Why?" You had to ask. You've seen how he wasn't in the least interesting in women like Boa Hancock, Shirahoshi or even Hyori- who clearly wanted him.

He just shrugged. "Why should I? Dating a hot girl doesn't make me stronger." He seemed to think for a moment.

"You know what makes me stronger? When someone looks out for me, brings me food, listens to what I have to say" He looked at the onigiri you made for him, an than his serious gaze was set on you.

"Know what I mean?" His question sounded meaningful, like even he didn't dare to clearly state his mind.

"I guess so" you looked away.

Shit.

You weren't sure if you just ruined something that hasn't even started. Not even sure if he really meant anything at all.

"I'm sorry Sanji hurt you" he said out of the blue,"Just say the word and I'll whip his bony ass and cut his hair" a sinister smile played around Zoro's lips, you were sure he really meant it.

The talk with Zoro left you confused, but also excited and full of energy. You spend the whole next day occupied in a flurry of different feelings. Insecure how to act around him, you avoided Zoro, who respectfully kept his distance.

You were ripped from your thoughts by the sound of a hard impact on the ship - an attack?

You hurried to deck, were you found Zoro and Sanji at each others throats.

"Stop it you two!" Nami shouted at them.

"Not until he apologises!" Sanji aimed a fiery kick at the swordsman, who blocked with one of his blades.

"Apologise? You are the one who should be apologising - to y/n!" Zoro growled as he drew his second sword.

The two clashed, rocking the ship. Everyone was on deck now to watch the spectacle.

"I would never hurt her, stop saying that!" Sanji kicked against Zoro's crossed swords.

"Seems they're fighting over you, so it's your problem now" Nami said as she passed you, retreating into the ship.

Fighting - over you?

You watched helplessly as the two big hitters of your pirate crew clashed and fought.

"Stop it now!" You screamed and both didn't look at you, still locked in combat and pushing against each other.

"Go back inside y/n, I'll deal with this mosshead, he won't bother you anymore" Sanji shouted.

"Bother her? Y/n tell that stupid cook that you like hanging out with me way more than with him!" Zoro grinned maliciously as he realised he just set off Sanji more.

"No, you stop RIGHT NOW", you stomped your foot like an angry child, but they stopped, kind of. With a last clash they flew in opposite directions and landed on different sides of the sunny, still eyeing each other suspiciously.

Zoro was the first to stop, he slid his swords back into their sheaths and turned to you.

"I just told him that he should apologise for breaking your heart. You're far too good for him." He paused and swallowed. "And also...I think you're better off with me" He straightened nervously and avoided your gaze.

"NoooooOOOOOO" Sanji's protest grew louder as he dashed to you. He looked distressed, his usually neat hair in disarray. He bowed slightly, his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

"I know I have no right to tell you this anymore. I hurt you because I was too stupid to even see you. But I've.." he swallowed audibly, "I've come to love you over the last weeks. You're not just my friend; you're the person who makes my world brighter, who I would do anything for. I can't imagine my life without you in it" he theatrically sank to his knees, "only the thought of losing you to another man made me realize that."

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So tumblr postet stuff again without asking me, so the whole piece is not done yet, I'm Sorry xD but it'll be finalised in the next days

What's going to happen now?

Chose Zoro

Chose Sanji

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[fluffle-writes]

hello! I loved the weirdcore au, such a cool idea, i wanted to ask, how do vil and rook clean their wings? taking a bath seems kinda risky, imagine the pain of getting soap on multiple eyes! Actually their self care routine as a whole makes me curious, does vil still wear makeup here? Or he just takes care of his hair?

Weirdcore AU Masterlist Here!

I AM AWAKE AND READY TO TALK MORE ABOUT MY AU :D

Vil and Rook's wings! They definitely need to work around the eyes, but they have third eyelids for each of their eyes - similar to crocodiles! This allows them to fly with them open to observe the ground beneath them - which can assist in hunting or searching for something. It can also mean that irritants are more difficult to get into their eyes - but there are still problems with using cleaning agents on their wings.

Generally though, they actually don't use soaps on their wings! A thorough enough job of preening with clean water washes away any accumulated dirt, blood, dust, or dead skin cells away well enough - and damaged feathers come loose quite easily to be pulled out during preening sessions. Not to mention, soaps can strip the wings of natural oils that protect their skin and feathers.

(Chances are, if you visit in the evenings, you may come across groups of Pomefiore students preening one-another's wings in little cliques - as it's a common bonding activity for individuals with feathered wings.)

As for the rest of their self care routines, it would really need to differ from person to person... I'll speak more in depth about how their features work as well as how they maintain their appearances under the cut.

Vil's flesh has an almost malleable feel to it - it's almost slime-like to the touch but without any residue left behind, while also having the texture of human skin. Looking at him closely enough reveals that his body is actually semi-transparent. He uses pigment sacs - similar to octopi - to imitate the appearance of galacies on his skin's surface, but he can just as easily manipulate light to alter his appearance as he wishes.

Because of this, his skin may be more fragile and need more gentle cleansers and a thorough moisturising routine - which Vil keeps on top of, of course. Additionally, although I was unable to include it in his sprite edit, Vil has near-invisible glass-like talons instead of fingernails and toenails which he keeps well maintained and filed sharp.

Vil's hair is odd in the sense that it's more like liquid than hair. It's quite viscous, but leaves no residue when touched like his skin, and anything that touches it can pass through with little difficulties aside from the viscosity. Touching it can leave a tingling (almost electric) sensation in the hands, and ingestion can spell death due to the toxicity of the oils and hormones Vil's body produces to ward off danger. It doesn't need cleaning as it maintains itself for the most part, but Vil often adds ground up gold and gemstones to colour it how he wants to.

His wings and tail, as mentioned above, are kept neat and tidy through preening sessions with Rook and, more recently, Epel. He has glands that secrete natural oils under his feathers, which can be spread across them to moisturise them properly and strengthen them.

(Fun fact - When Vil was a newborn, he looked more like an amoeba with six stubby little limbs (which later grew into his wings!) He learned how to maintain a much more structured body shape and control his pigment sacs like his father later on in life)

Rook's self care routines are more focused on his animalistic traits - polishing his horns and brushing through his fur any time it gets a bit too unruly. He also often applies moisturising oils to the palms of his hands, as they are similar to paw pads that foxes have and need more tlc to keep them soft and reduce irritation/itchiness.

Bathing habits of his are similar to Vil, vetoing the use of soap on his wings but still using them on the rest of his body. Due to his fur, though, Rook may have a hard time getting thoroughly dry after without help - although he often opts to shake himself off and flap his wings to create wind to help him dry faster. Because of this, bathing has to be an evening task for him - lest he end up with skin irritation from trapped moisture.

(Vil spent a god awful amount of time combing through Rook's fur and applying potions to his skin to prevent irritation when he first moved to Pomefiore - and since then Rook's always been manhandled a little bit if Vil suspects he's falling slightly behind on that area of self-care. He is NOT sitting with Rook in his lap for hours untangling that mess of a coat again - his shedding in the spring is bad enough!)

Epel needed a LOT of TLC when Vil first spotted him - his body, hair, and wings are all made of a marble-like material. Had he practiced self care often enough, Epel would have handled the cold climate in Harveston perfectly well. However, he would often insist that applying protective wax and oils to maintain smooth skin was unnecessary since he could handle the cold just fine without it.

This meant that, once he arrived at NRC, what would have been smooth and well cared for features was instead rough around the edges with damage done by the cold and the snow from years spent outside in that environment. Epel's self care routine is chock full of revitalising tinctures designed to help his skin regain it's strength and smoothness, as well as a special type of beeswax to protect him from any more damage - which is also applied to his horns.

As for cleaning, soap and water works well except for on his wings - which instead has a special cleanser Vil made with keratin-boosting properties to ensure that they're strengthened properly without interfering with Epel's ability to fly.

(Epel himself is a little miffed with all of the routines Vil made him keep up with after he joined Pomefiore, but will admit that he feels much better a lot of the time now that he's actually properly taking care of himself.)

[ele-sme]

She messed up the timeline!

sum: Au where Spider doesn't become friends with the sully kids, however, he becomes friends with another kid’s family, who treats him right. 

Eywa did not like the future.

Being omnipotent meant that she could see and hear everything, and that meant the future too, she could see the future, she created the future, but it was the destiny to guide it. She could create it, not design it, she could only see the destiny do their work.

But she indeed doesn't like the future ahead of the child she was watching. He was a baby, a newborn, still in his mother’s arms crying because he just came into the world his mother offered him. 

His cheeks were white (thanks to the fluids, although there was a bit of blood, and anyway they were beginning to be red) and he had his eyes closed, when he would have open them, they will be blue or grey, kinda like Eywa’s other children in the est cost. 

His skin was still covered in the birth blood and fluids, and he was curled to his mother firmly, an assistant tried to remove him, for the washing routine, but as soon as her hands were on this baby, he cried even more lauder. The must-be father of this child, rolled his eyes and made a sharky comment, and then got out of the birthing room. 

As the mother of the child handed over her baby to the assistant, tears were scrolling down her face. Humans were different from na’vis, they could do the act of mating with every person they wanted, and although they united their souls for all eternity in a promise, many times they break it. That is why Eywa dropped humanity, leaving themselves to solve their own problems, as revenge they now came to her new children’s world.

The baby stopped his crying, and he now was returned to his mother, who gave him a horrible name, Eywa did not like the sound of it, the baby curling on his birthing mother reminded the great Mother of an earth insect, araneon. 

Poor child, both his parents would have died in the following months, and his future was full of horrible moments, all thanks to another set of kids that weren't even born yet, and a child who could not bring herself to watch behind the baby human skin. 

But what could Eywa ever do? it was his destiny...

But...she is the great mother, she is Eywa! She can change his destiny!

The years flow, as always, he was now three years old, the humans give him the nickname Araneo but in English, he is such a beautiful baby, he gots blonde and curly hairs, brown eyes, and a contagious laughter. He could now run, and dance, and talk, and do so many things! 

His adoptive parents weren't the ones that were destined to be, Eywa might or might have not killed the both of them during the great war. 

it wasn't that much of a problem anyway, as the humans would have said, those two were “scum bags” or something like that.

Anyway, the couple who adopted him, was two very much nice womans, united to each other, they could not have a biological heir, and that was on Eywa, when she created humans, she didn't do them intersex like na’vis. At the time she didn't though it was the great idea it really was. 

Oh well, anyway, the day that he was destined to meet Kiri, who would have then led him to her brothers, came.

Eywa had to get in the body of Abeni, one of the mothers of Spider. 

it wasn’t complicated to spot him, he was playing ‘jumping’ in the hallway, not too far from the door. 

As she picked him up, the door of the lab opened, Kiri was in Jake’s arms as he was coudicing her to Grace’s avatar body. 

Luckily, Jake didn't know Abeni, so he simply ignored her. Altrought Kiri did everything in her power to see her, she was Kiri, she knew who she was under Abeni’s body.

Eywa needed to be careful with Spider, only a glimpse of Kiri’s tail could sabotage her plan. 

“Manga Spider, kem si nga new-” she tried to say whispering, the fact that she could only speak na’vi wasn't a problem, all of her children could understand her, plus Spider knew a little of na’vi. 

hey Spider, do you want-

“Yes, i want!” he said, even before she could finish her words, it was nap time so he would have accepted everything she would have said. 

he was anyway trying to look behind Abeni’s shoulders, to look at Kiri, the destiny was doing this act, but Eywa was smarter, she could easily point him to the other way, there was no way he could turn his head all that way. 

“who entered?” he asked with his tiny voice, but the mother was quick enough to enter, Abeni and jiā huì room. 

The walls of the room were of a beige color, the only color on them were from Spider little drawings and scribbles.

The main bed was at the center of the room, a big comfortable bed designed for two adult humans. The covers were of a light yellow and the pillows were as white as clouds.

Next to it, at the first wall there was Spider crib, built with wood of the burden hometree of the Omatikaya clan. The covers were light yellow too and there was a pillow that was orange. All in the box, toys.

And a big yellow bear? With a red shirt. As soon as Spider saw it, he became fussy, wanting to be put into the crib.

Eywa placed him delicately on his tiny bed, and he immediately went to grab the toy, showing it to the mother.

"Winnie bo!" He said, handing it over to her, at the touch it was comfortable and his yellow fake fur was funny to look at, this was a funny bear.

Spider then pointed to the magic box that made imagines move, the name television.

"Winnie bo!" he repeats

You can't disobey a child’s request, so she had to search for a way to open the television.

For her sake, jiā huì entered the room.

"Everything okay?" She asked, looking at her wife body with worry.

And Eywa obligated the body to nod, she knew that possesing it for this long would have taken great energy. And she could feel the legs ready to give out, she only sitted in the bed and pointed at Spider.

jiā huì looked at her son, and a loving smile came on her face.

The love of a mother was something else, a too much dangerous power.

Only a glimpse of her son and jiā huì began to smile, and he wasn't even biologically hers.

It was too complicated to describe, and the body was too tired.

Eywa let the body lay down on the bed, meanwhile before letting it fall asleep, she watched attentively as jiā huì put the silly bear, and as the body’s eyes closed, she could hear Spider giggles when the silly bear appeared on the magic box.

[kentokrazy]

a/n: i blame tiktok and mitski

toji x platonic!teen!oc...? maybe?

heating packs and chocolate bars

warnings: grief, arrogance, toji things

toji isn't sure what a girl like her is doing here.

it's dark, dirty and smells like piss'n'shit. there's a familiar weight on his chest the longer he stares at the curled up mass. it's a warm lump that cradles inbetween his ribs and heart, giggles like a newborn memory that's faded around the edges, accompanied with messy black hair and teary eyes.

but it's not his problem. so he ignores the alleyway and heads for his original destination. with what little yen he budgeted he figured he can at least scrape together an instant meal everyday until his next bounty.

its a rainy day, one that makes him think about a salty, hearty broth that he used to sip when dark clouds like this locked him inside and under cozy blankets. but now he tugs a thin, scratchy jacket over his head and keeps his hands in his pockets.

head tipped when he enters the convenience store his feet drag him towards the shitty little discounted corner. his stomach rumbles and gurgles just at the sight of the crappy almost expired meals. at one time he might've chosen more carefully, inspected and decided what he wanted back before he knew real hunger, but today he grabs the cheapest option and heads for the register.

settled behind an older woman, a small huddle of girls he waits. his shoulders leans against the shelving next to him and his head focused on the ground.

his mind is gnawing. his fingers loosely grasping a bottle of water and wound around the cup. there's a pecking in the back of his brain that slowly molds into a static alarm clock. routine slowly cracking and hatching from the tucked away tomb of repetition that he was once accustomed too.

he finds himself staring at the candy bars, chocolate specifically. one that he had bought many times on days like these and ones that he had tried to forget about in these shitty little stores. his hand flexes in its pocket, muscle memory desperate to grab the sugary little bar, but he cements it in his pocket and turns his head away.

the older lady slowly hobbles away from the counter and the girls all shuffle together to replace her. toji doesn't move, allowing himself a moments leisure.

his eyes whether absentmindedly or or their own accord have focused on the heating pads on the other side of the register. its a cold day, one that marks the start of winter. it brings him a bitter thought and his lip curls.

winter, why was winter such a heavy thought?

oh... oh that's right... that's why.

the snow will fall, itll be cold, wet and christmas, fucking christmas. he'll spend it in some shitty motel, watching a stupid movie and downing himself in booze. then after it'll wash away and begin to fertilize the soil for spring. rebirth and all that bullshit.

someone had told him once, a few years ago... maybe four or so. that he'd become a different man, he'd change. he laughed in behind their back at that point, because toji fushiguro doesn't change.

why change for a world that doesn't change for him?

especially one that continuously reminded him of his failures, mistakes and naive illusions. he had learned early in life that his world-which differed from most- that he had to become greedy, selfish and arrogant. so he tromped through life that way, fought against curses, devils and moronic assholes. became something they couldn't tame and mold.

until he didn't.

because he had something that didn't want to change him, didn't want to manipulate or use him to be something they needed, just what he could be. accepted him and all his selfish, arrogant thoughts.

why is he back here again?

he stares into the mass on the floor, laying so still he could've been fooled into thinking that they had passed in his short separation. but his eyes aren't like any other bystanders. his were used for something like this, a couple of years ago. standing at a doorway and staring into a much smaller mass that laid like this, watching and waiting to catch a sudden breath or change in pulse. but there isn't one and so he steps into the bedroom... no alleyway. he steps into the alleyway and approaches, careful to lighten his footsteps and not to jostle the bag twisted in his grasp.

she smells like shit, but what else is she supposed to smell like? sleeping somewhere like this.

toji wonders for a few moments what a girl like this is doing here, again. discarded and left to take care of herself, kinda like him.

he's been here before, just not in this same damp place. the place he was before was warm, soft and neat. it was carefully crafted and tenderly protected. it's not brutal like this and toji thinks for a moment that he's glad it wasn't.

she's not alone this time. slimy and wiggling, the dark green curse is slithering towards her? greedily getting ready to feed off her misery. his kick is reflexive, sending the little shit back down the alley and against a wall, splattering into a disgusting mess on the brick.

what was it that they said that make him snicker? why does it feel so loud now?

he sets the bag against her back and tugs his hoodie back over his head. he leaves her in the alleyway, hands back in his pockets and a scowl on his face.

why does she always have to be right? he thinks to himself. he kicks a rock across the road and shakes his head, small smile on his lips as the warm feeling from his heart spreads towards the locked away tomb.

he can hear her laughter, somewhere deep in him. he can hear it like he hears an old song, and with it the melody is a baby laughing.

"you're going to change," she had told him. "once you're a father, you won't go back," she had said it so affectionately, with an undertone of teasing. she cradled her protruding gut with such tenderness, eyes humored and that beautiful skin filled with a golden hue. he remembered how the snow was falling that early december day, their christmas tree already up. he had rolled his eyes when she said it. but again, she had always been right.

[she-karev]

First Week as Parents (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 19 Episode 5

AN: I will forever be angry at Shonda Rhimes for killing a character who has so much potential. Also for not showing an established but unseen character who could have been integrated into her show and made it better and more original. But I can correct that mistake even if it’s head canon here on Tumblr. I want to show our appreciation for the dads out there that put our wellbeing above their own and guide us through the roughest times.

Summary: Andrew and Amber deal with Lucy crying the week they bring her home.

Words: 1643

October 27th, 2022

Andrew washes the last of the baby bottles in the sink in relief as the sweet sounds of silence fill the house. He can see through the pass-through window into the living room where his wife Amber DeLuca is rocking their sleeping baby, Lucy, against her chest.

Andrew says a silent thank you to the Lord after another grueling morning of Lucy’s cries. It’s been a week since they brought Lucy home and to say new fatherhood is hard would be a compliment. So far, their newborn daughter wakes up all hours of the day begging for food or a diaper change and he and Amber switch off so at least one of them can gets rest for the next day.

He tries to integrate a crying baby into his mental health routine by sleeping when he can throughout the day since his paternity leave ends in two weeks. He keeps taking his meds and exercising to keep his mind steady and it works. Now when he’s tired, he doesn’t feel mania coming in, he feels exhaustion from new parenthood.

Amber sighs and whispers to her baby, “Lucia Jennifer DeLuca, you are a gift, especially when you’re asleep.” She carefully puts Lucy in the white bassinet where she looks like a cute burrito wrapped in a pink blanket with her squishy and pink face relaxed with sleep. Her soft brown hair is covered by a gray hat.

Amber stands up and looks at Andrew in the kitchen who is also happy to have a quiet moment, “Now for some rest.” Amber plops on the couch ready to close her eyes when an old phone ringtone goes off. Amber and Andrew move to find the phone with Andrew making it worse by hitting his foot on the doorway in a rush causing him to yell out in pain and Amber to shush him, but Lucy is already awake and crying.

While Andrew gets Lucy out of the bassinet Amber finally finds the phone behind a pillow on the couch and quickly answers the facetime. April Kepner’s face appears on the other side with a smile oblivious to the carnage she unknowingly incurred.

“April.” Amber says blankly hiding her fury unlike Andrew who silently curses at April who is in Boston with her family relaxing while he is trying to undo her damage that is crying in his arms. He takes a seat in the armchair and rocks the baby up and down.

“Hey!” April greets with a smile to an exhausted Amber who frowns at her, “How’s the little one so far?” Andrew groans at April as he gently rocks the crying baby, “Ah the pictures you sent Jackson are so precious. Oh, does she have a happy sound? A coo? A gurgle?”

As if to answer Lucy screams from Andrew’s spot as he gently rocks her up and down causing them to wince at the high-pitched sound, “Air raid siren.” Andrew answers for Amber who turns the phone to face the duo with the new father frowning at April’s bad timing. April frowns too now understanding.

“Oh yeah, I can hear her all the way from Boston. Sorry guys I’ll just let you call me from now on…assuming you don’t die from exhaustion. Okay bye good luck, sorry again.” April hangs up and the couple are left once again with a crying infant in Andrew’s arms.

Amber groans but quickly gets up, gets a pacifier from the towel by the sink and tries to get Lucy to take it but she resists with a higher screech. Amber sighs in despair and stands up in her black robe with Andrew still in the armchair in his gray shirt and gray sweatpants. He continues to rock Lucy in his arms.

“I fed her and changed her, could it be rickets or GERD?”

“Nope she just cries a lot like most normal babies.” Lucy keeps crying in Andrew’s arms, “Come on bambina I’m trying here please give me a break.”

Amber pinches the bridge of her nose frustrated, “Do you think she can predict we’re gonna screw her up and this is her getting all the future angst out?”

Andrew snorts, “If that were true our parents would have thrown us both over the ravine as babies. I think she can tell we’re high strung as parents and she copies what we feel. I mean that’s how most type-A kids are made. From the fiery pits of new parenthood.”

Amber furrows her eyebrows as she takes the baby from him attempting to calm her down, “If that’s true shouldn’t I be more loose than my brothers? Because between the three of us I was the military general keeping her idiot soldiers in line.” Amber tries to put the pacifier in Lucy’s mouth again, but she shrieks again to Amber’s horror who pulls away, “Okay maybe she just doesn’t like us. What do you say we drop her off at the nearest porch at a mansion and spend the next month in Prague?”

Andrew is still on the couch trying to recharge, “I’m convincing myself that’s the exhaustion talking.”

Amber sighs at the crying baby who is immune to pacifiers and shushing, “Can you think of anything your sister did to calm you down when you were a kid because I blacked out my early years for sanity reasons.”

Andrew rubs his tired face when an idea comes to his head, “I think I got something wait here.” Andrew stands up and walks down the hall with Amber looking curiously while Lucy keeps screaming in her arms.

“If you make a break for it Andrew DeLuca, I’m gonna tell the cops to taser you on sight! In the baby maker!”

Andrew comes back with his acoustic guitar in hand and sits on the couch tuning it, “Give me a few minutes I’m a bit rusty.”

Amber is impatient with the crying baby in her arms, “You have a few seconds.”

Andrew sets himself up quickly and strums the guitar at a soothing and slow pace over the baby’s cries. He hums a little to set the vocal range and starts, “Avrai sorrisi sul tuo viso come ad agosto grilli e stelle. Storie fotografate dentro un album rilegato in pelle.” Lucy begins to calm down to Amber’s shock who looks at Andrew singing in Italian.

“I tuoni di aerei supersonici che fanno alzar la testa. E il buio all'alba che si fa d'argento alla finestra. Avrai un telefono vicino che vuol dire già aspettare.” Lucy’s screams quiet to fussing and Amber takes it as a sign to try the pacifier again this time with Lucy taking it easily.

Amber exhales in relief rocking the baby gently while her husband continues to sing already back in his element, “Schiuma di cavalloni pazzi che s'inseguono nel mare.”

Amber puts Lucy in the bassinet again where she lays peacefully sucking on the pacifier while her dad continues, “E pantaloni bianchi da tirare fuori che è già estate. Un treno per l'America senza fermate.” Andrew looks at Lucy who looks up at him with her big blue eyes in wonder and awe causing him to smile, “Avrai due lacrime più dolci da seccare. Un sole che si uccide e pescatori di telline. E neve di montagne e pioggia di colline. Avrai un legnetto di cremino da succhiare. Avrai una donna acerba e un giovane dolore.” Amber sits in the couch next to him listening to the song along with their daughter who begins to close her eyes, “Viali di foglie in fiamme ad incendiarti il cuore. Avrai una sedia per posarti e ore vuote come uova di cioccolato. Ed un amico che ti avrà deluso, tradito, ingannato. Avrai, avrai, avrai Il tuo tempo per andar lontano. Camminerai dimenticando. Ti fermerai sognando Avrai, avrai, avrai. La stessa mia triste speranza. E sentirai di non avere amato mai abbastanza. Se amore, amore avrai.”

Andrew finishes when he sees Lucy already asleep in the basket sucking on the pacifier in peace to his joy. He lays back on the couch exhausted, ready to rest.

“My sister used to sing me that song before my mom and I left for the states.” Andrew explains to Amber next to him, “It makes sense it would work on my child even if she’s not a scared 7-year-old afraid of what America will be like.” Andrew grins nostalgically, “I guess we both got lucky with siblings who loved us and wanted us to be happy and calmed us down when life got hard. Now we can use some of that knowledge on our little one, I mean all things considered we got pretty lucky to have at least one person who raised us, and now our baby has two.” Andrew sighs, “We’ll be okay babe, we’re new parents and these are the ups and downs of parenthood. We just have to survive and enjoy moments like these, we can do that right?”

Andrew turns to face Amber who is lying on the couch on her side fully asleep to Andrew’s amusement who realizes he was talking to his sleeping wife all along. He looks at Lucy who is also sleeping peacefully and makes it a point not to disturb them, knowing how they both get angered easily.

He quietly stands up, grabs a blanket from the laundry room and covers Amber in it causing her to mewl happy to be swaddled. Andrew grins to himself before leaning down and giving her a good night kiss on the head.

“Buonanotte.” Andrew whispers to Amber who merely cuddles further into her blanket. He stands back up and kisses Lucy gently in her basket before putting both of their phones on silent and retreating to the bedroom with the baby monitor ready to welcome the sweet bliss of sleep.

[kyouryokusenshi]

Hello! If you can some time can you please write a Fic based on what Mulder and Scully are doing now., After season 11 with the new baby? I keep thinking And wonder how they are doing with the new baby who’s now 3 months old, I thought about how the baby keeps them up at night. If any of them gone back to the FBI, just complete fluff, some romance too please

Happy to oblige! @today-in-fic @xfilesfics-blog @x-files-fics

Their daughter, Katie or Kit, as Mulder had decided while she was still in her mother’s womb, had arrived, happy and healthy, filling their lives with a new sense of purpose and joy. They had exchanged their high-stress jobs for a quieter life, opting to reside in the unremarkable house, hoping it would be a haven for their newfound family. Scully would return to the hospital part-time after maternity leave and Mulder would take on some consulting projects as he finished his book.

Mulder and Scully quickly realized that navigating parenthood was an entirely different challenge compared to their days spent chasing the paranormal especially as they were much older than other parents. Sleepless nights were now the norm, as little Kit seemed to have an aversion to sleep, preferring the midnight hours for cooing and crying as newborns do.

As they stood together in the dimly lit nursery, which was painted a sage green and decorated with blush pinks and forest animals, they watched their daughter fuss and wriggle. Mulder couldn't help but crack a small smile. "I wonder what she's dreaming about," he mused, his eyes fixated on Kit's tiny face.

Scully sighed softly, gently rocking Kit in her arms. "I'm not sure, but I hope it's not aliens or monsters," she replied with a playful grin.

The nights became long and challenging, but Mulder and Scully approached parenthood with their usual determination and teamwork. They took turns comforting Kit, pacing the living room in the wee hours, whispering soothing words and singing lullabies that Mulder had discovered in an old X-File about nursery rhymes. While they might not have solved the mystery of sleep deprivation just yet, they were in this together, and that made all the difference.

Scully sat comfortably in the nursery, a sense of peace washing over her as she cradled Kit in her arms. The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the room, creating an intimate ambiance between mother and child. Kit's tiny hand clasped onto Scully's finger, her daughter’s eyes locked onto her with the purest gaze she had ever seen.

Breastfeeding had become a cherished routine for Scully and Kit, a time for them to connect in a way that was both primal and profound. She marveled at the miracle of life as her body provided nourishment for her growing daughter, a bond that was uniquely theirs.

Scully adjusted her position, bringing Kit closer to her chest, and she latched on instinctively, her tiny mouth eagerly seeking sustenance. As she nursed, Scully gently stroked her soft chestnut hair with her free hand, savoring the sensation of their skin touching and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath against her.

In those quiet moments, Scully's mind wandered back to the journey that had led her here. The years of investigating the unexplained, the loss and heartache they had endured, and the moments of doubt and uncertainty had all culminated in this precious gift she held in her arms. Kit was a symbol of hope and love, a beacon of light in a world that often seemed shrouded in darkness. This impossible miracle made her a mother again.

She felt a profound sense of gratitude for this little life she had helped bring into the world, and for Mulder who had stood by her side through it all. He had been her rock, supporting her throughout the challenges of pregnancy and childbirth, and embracing the role of a devoted father with enthusiasm and tenderness as she knew he would.

As Kit finished nursing, her eyes slowly began to drift shut, her tiny body content and comforted. Scully carefully burped her, enjoying the gentle coos and sighs that escaped her as she settled into her arms. She couldn't help but smile, overwhelmed by the depth of her love for this precious little being.

In those quiet, private moments, Scully felt an unbreakable connection to her daughter. It was as if the act of breastfeeding transcended the physical exchange of milk; it became a sacred bond that united them on a level beyond words. She knew that she would do anything to protect her, nurture her, and guide her through life's twists and turns.

As she lay Kit down in her crib, she brushed a tender kiss on her forehead and whispered, "Sleep tight my little one. I'll be right here whenever you need me."

In the darkness of the nursery, Scully quietly left the room, her heart full of love and contentment. She knew that the journey of motherhood had only just begun, with its challenges and joys yet to unfold, but she was ready to embrace it all – armed with the strength of a mother's love and the knowledge that she and Kit shared an unbreakable bond, nurtured with each precious moment spent breastfeeding.

During the day, Mulder reveled in his role as a father and it made Scully’s heart surge each time she watched the two of them together. He'd cradle Kit in his arms and tell her wild tales about his adventures, substituting UFOs with flying storks and mythical creatures for gentle, fantastical animals. Scully would often roll her eyes and tell him not to scare their daughter, but secretly, she appreciated the whimsy he brought to their lives.

Mulder's heart swelled with love and awe as he cradled his baby girl in his arms. Her tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb, and he marveled at the fragility and resilience of this little being. He had always been a man of mysteries and enigmas, but nothing could compare to the wonder he felt holding his own flesh and blood, a feeling he’d only been able to capture once before, so many years ago.

Mulder had been looking forward to bonding with Kit ever since they found out they were having a girl. As he gazed into her eyes, he couldn't help but see flickers of Scully in her features, and he knew that this little girl would have the same determination and strength that had captivated him from the moment they met.

He'd spend hours with Kit, talking to her about everything and anything, even though he knew she couldn't understand a word he said. Mulder had a penchant for storytelling, and he'd regale her with tales of his adventures as an X-Files agent. Kit would coo and babble in response as if she knew he was sharing a special part of himself with her.

One of Mulder's favorite activities with Kit was dancing. He'd put on some old rock 'n' roll tunes and sway gently with her in his arms, feeling the beat of the music coursing through their bodies. It was their private dance party, or so he thought, a moment of joy amidst the chaos of the world.

Through the ups and downs of parenthood, Mulder cherished the moments he spent with Kit, knowing that they were creating memories that would last a lifetime. He couldn't wait to see what the future held for his daughter, but he knew one thing for certain - their bond was unbreakable, and he would always be there for her, just as he knew Scully would be.

In Kit, Mulder found a kindred spirit, someone who reminded him of the beauty and magic of life. She was his little miracle, and he was determined to be the best father he could be for her, navigating the mysteries of parenthood with the same sense of wonder and determination that had defined his life as an X-Files agent. Together, they were a team, ready to face whatever the world had in store for them.

As Kit began to grow, so did their love for her. They marveled at each new milestone, from her first giggle to her tiny hands grasping at their fingers. Mulder and Scully's hearts swelled with pride, in utter disbelief that this tiny impossible baby was theirs.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, Mulder and Scully found themselves on the porch of the unremarkable house, watching Kit sleeping soundly in her crib through the window.

"You know, Scully," Mulder began, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "I used to believe that the truth was 'out there,' and maybe it still is. But right now, the truth is right here, in this house, at this moment."

Scully turned to him, a tender smile gracing her lips. "You're right, Mulder. Our little family is the most remarkable thing in the world to me. I wouldn't trade this for anything."

Mulder and Scully sat together on the couch in their living room, the soft glow of the evening sun casting a warm light across the room. Between them lay their three-month-old baby girl nestled in a soft blanket, her eyes blinking sleepily as she observed her surroundings.

Mulder gently brushed a finger against Kit's tiny hand, causing her to close her fingers around his in a gentle grip. He smiled down at her, his heart full of wonder and love. "She's amazing, Scully," he said, his voice soft with awe.

Scully nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face. "Yes, she is," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of tenderness and pride. "I love her so much."

Mulder leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the top of Kit's head, inhaling the sweet scent of baby shampoo. "It's incredible, isn't it?" he said, his eyes never leaving his daughter's face. "How someone so small can bring so much joy and meaning to our lives."

Scully's hand found Mulder's, and their fingers intertwined as they sat together, savoring the quiet moment. Kit let out a soft coo, and Scully chuckled. "She's quite the chatterbox, just like her father," she said affectionately, looking at Mulder with a fond smile.

Mulder raised an eyebrow playfully. "Are you saying I talk too much, Scully?" he teased, his eyes twinkling.

Scully laughed softly. "You know what I mean," she replied, giving his hand a playful squeeze. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love listening to you talk about everything and anything, especially when it's about her."

As they continued to marvel at their daughter, Mulder and Scully found themselves reflecting on the journey that had brought them to this moment - a journey filled with challenges, heartaches, and moments of joy. But they both knew that Kit was their greatest gift, a testament to their love and resilience.

"She's got your eyes," Mulder remarked, his voice tinged with emotion. "And your strength, Scully. I can see it already."

Scully leaned against Mulder's shoulder, resting her head on him. "And she's got your hair and your sense of wonder, Mulder," she said softly. 

Mulder wrapped an arm around Scully, pulling her closer, creating a cocoon of love and warmth around their little family. 

At that moment, as they sat together, Mulder, Scully, and Kit, they knew that they were embarking on a new chapter of their lives - one filled with the joys and challenges of parenthood. And as they looked at their daughter, they knew that love would guide them through every step of the journey, making them stronger, closer, and more complete than ever before.

[paintedscales]

a05 :: Bed Hair

With less responsibilities and less fatigue plaguing him, Estinien gives a little care some may consider trivial to the wife. So long as he has the ability to do so, he would rather not burden her with more responsibilities than she now undoubtedly has.

More domestic fluff. Parenthood stuff touched upon.

Word Count: 1,445

Nomin had not often been a victim of bed hair. She usually braided her hair in low twin tails so they could easily be positioned so as to not cause discomfort to her back as she slept. Today, however, Nomin woke up with a number of mussed up tresses due to simple fatigue and exhaustion causing negligence. Tangles and snags were evident, and patience to deal with it had been low simply due to many of the new responsibilities she had as a new mother.

Looking over at the other side of the bed, Nomin noted Estinien sleeping soundly -- and deeply at that. It seemed that new fatherhood had also taken its toll on him. Reaching over, Nomin gently moved some silvery locks of hair from his face, leaning over and gingerly touching her horn to his forehead. An auri kiss.

Getting out of bed, the first thing to do was to check on the girls. Once their diapers had been tossed, Nomin got things ready to gently bathe them in warm water -- the first of the week. She had to keep a mental checklist in her mind that her sister, Bayarmaa, imparted to her as she continued the new morning routine.

"You'll want to bathe newborns about three -- maybe four -- times in a week. Don't use anything harsh, and massage gently when you're bathing them! Oh, and be careful of their developing scales. They are very easy to damage due to being so soft and pliant as newborns. Use only a cloth to wash their face."

Fleurette was the first of the two as Nomin retrieved her from her bassinet. A soft babble came from the baby as Nomin washed her. She could not help the smile -- tired though it may have been -- that grew upon her lips. The smile remained even as she heard the rustling of bedsheets from the other room, and the yawn that soon came from Estinien. It was not long before he entered the bathroom to fill the other basin with warm water for their other babe once he saw what Nomin was up to.

“Are you fine to tackle chores so soon?” Estinien asked, his attempts at masking the tiredness that still plagued him not succeeding. It seemed that for all their time as Warrior of Light or former Azure Dragoon, the blessing and burden of parenthood had drained them both.

"It only hurts if I move too fast or suddenly, my Sun…" Nomin replied, cupping her hand and using it to gently wash the twin she had. She then reached over for a soft washcloth before dampening it and getting it lathered with gentle soap. "I have plans to begin some of the exercises and stretches that Bayarmaa showed me later. I was told that it'll take some time to heal on the inside even if I feel and look fine on the surface. "

"So long as you do not overdo it, Nomin… Warrior of Light or no, I dare not imagine the pain you went through, nor the pain that may yet linger," Estinien said, leaving the bathroom briefly before taking a more fussy babe, Cyrielle, from her bassinet to get started on bathing her.

He handled her like she was the most fragile thing on the star. When Nomin settled her attention on Estinien briefly, whatever fatigue may have been present on his face seemed washed away as he looked down at one of his daughters like she was the most beautiful thing to exist in that moment. It made Nomin’s expression turn warm.

"Cyrielle and Fleurette must nurse soon…" Nomin mentioned as she began finishing up the bathing session. "I have Fleurette. When you're done with Cyrielle, just bring her back to the bed after getting her swaddled."

"Aye, aye… I shan't take too long. Just have to remember the essentials your sister shared with us," Estinien affirmed. Nomin heard the sound of water being scooped and dripped as she finished washing Fleurette, and then got her dried and swaddled snugly.

Making her way back to the bed with a babe in her possession, Nomin eased herself into a comfortable sitting position amongst her pillows. She then raised Fleurette up to nurse, making sure that she was held close with her chin upon the breast -- as Bayarmaa explained before. There was a small coo from Fleurette before latching, and Nomin sighed contentedly before relaxing.

A few minutes passed before Estinien took his leave from the bathroom, a freshly swaddled Cyrielle cradled in his arms. His other hand was near the babe's face, her own tiny fist curled tightly around his finger while she fussed. Walking over toward Nomin and Fleurette, Estinien kept his attention on the babe in his arms until he reached the bedside where he finally looked up at his wife with warm endearment.

"She has quite the strength already," Estinien commented with a hint of pride in his tone, leaning over and safely passing over Cyrielle to Nomin after pulling his finger loose. Folding his arms over his chest after rising back up to a standing posture, the former Azure Dragoon watched momentarily as his wife took care of nursing their babes.

"They both need to be able to cling to us, after all," Nomin replied with a soft chuckle as she got Cyrielle latched comfortably. "Little babes like them are quite mysterious, from what my sister has told me."

"And what else has she told you?" Estinien questioned as he started retreating back into the bathroom in order to retrieve a brush. His curiosity stemmed from being a newly made father, but also simply to know what they could expect based on any crumb they could get a hold of.

"Not that she's ever tried it, but apparently babes can grow their fingertips back in their first few weeks if they're cut…" Nomin mentioned. This caused Estinien to pause in the doorway, his brow creasing in thought.

"'Twas not exactly what I imagined you sharing with me…but I suppose 'tis somewhat reassuring, albeit morbid…" Estinien tentatively responded, making his way back to the bedside.

Taking a seat next to Nomin, doing his best not to jostle his wife and children too much, Estinien took up a thick lock of his wife's hair before beginning to brush it out starting at the bottom. With her arms full, Estinien found himself paying little to no mind in helping Nomin take care of herself in what ways he could with fewer burdens to bear.

“Sorry, my Sun. It’s not my intention to cause distress…” Nomin chuckled, feeling a bit sheepish that that was one of her immediate go-tos. “On another note, did you know they can swim within their first six moons without being taught? Bayarmaa was telling me that they naturally paddle and keep their heads above water as best they can if they find themselves in deep water. But should they be submerged, they can actually hold their breath for a small time."

Estinien hummed in thought as he brushed Nomin’s long locks, considering the information. It was a tad overwhelming to learn those two bits of trivia. More in the sense that both bits had unintentionally placed thoughts of the twins in perilous or harmful situations in his mind’s eye.

Not exactly the most comforting when it also managed to dredge up some past wounds of losing his family as a child.

"Perhaps we can revisit these 'interesting' facts at a later time…" Estinien softly said. He continued running the brush through Nomin’s hair, simply taking in her appearance and leaning forward a bit to get a peek at the girls.

"O-Of course!" Nomin quickly replied, adjusting her hold on the twins while keeping them cradled against her. Estinien pressed a small kiss against the side of her head and moved on with getting more of her bed hair brushed out.

"Also…thank you, Estinien," Nomin said after a few moments of silence. "For tending to me. I don't think I'd be able to do any of this without you. I mean it."

"'Twould not only make me a bad husband, but a bad friend to you, besides…" Estinien’s response was to the point. "Worse yet, a terrible father. So long as we draw breath, I intend to be here for you all as circumstance permits."

Setting the brush aside now that he was done, Estinien smoothed out Nomin’s hair before separating it and getting it braided. A simple caring gesture born of kindness and love to bring ease and convenience into her life. Especially since much of that and more would have to be set aside for other, pressing responsibilities.

[mushibashiraas]

MY DARLINGS. ✰

— haitani rindou. texting the other at 3am, bike rides, tattoo dates, hooked pinkies at the grocery store, late night trips to 7/11, bike rides, faint blushes, purple gift wrap, fixing up bloody knuckles and busted lips, coffee runs before class, bike rides, morning love-making, princess treatment, love bites, washing each other's hair, kisses kisses kisses, quality time, cuddles in his t-shirts, video game dates, random shopping trips, carrying my bags for me, bike rides, shared earbuds, swapping playlists and music mixes, bookstore dates.

— hanemiya kazutora. morning cuddles, afternoon naps, evening cuddles, nighttime cuddles, brushing our teeth together, making tora's bento before he leaves for the pet store, caring for newborn kittens, words of affirmation, braiding hair, getting matching tattoos, stealing his sweatshirts, bike rides, eventually caving and buying a cat and a dog from fuyu's pet store.

— kokonoi hajime. lots of pictures, bleps bleps bleps, getting caught working or studying late, tucking each other into bed, acts of service, doing chores together ("it's more efficient this way"), expensive, late night takeout, soft, pure kisses, snuggles, little spooning, begging and giving in to getting a cat, salon dates, a matching piercing, silver jewelry, classy christmas tree decorations, white fairy lights, coordinated, designer outfits, doing koko's eye makeup before work, removing his eye makeup before bed, doing each other's skincare routines, spa dates, soft, romantic lovemaking after a long rough day at work, book dates, long, philosophical or theological discussions, a rare crime drama binge watch.

— shiba yuzuha. makeup shopping, gossiping about our brothers, movie nights, recommending new music, late night snack runs, study dates (she's definitely crazy smart), sending each other cute cat pictures, facetiming at odd hours, quiet cuddle times indoors, hiding out after school avoiding her fanclub, nicknames ("queen" "princess" "bug" "sweetheart" "yuzu" "yuzu-chan"), soft touches, kisses kisses kisses, spending time showing each other each other's hobbies, quality time.

— nagi seishiro. quality time, naps naps naps, video game dates, rainy days spent cuddling together indoors, lazy takeout runs, muscle and weight training (i'm the weight), snack runs, leaning against each other, piggyback rides, swapping between being the big spoon and little spoon, kisses post-win, catching me trying on his jerseys, dancing on his toes, slow dancing, random biting, cocoa with tons of marshmallows and whipped cream, competitive versus matches, snowball fights, snitching cookie and cake dough, making more of a mess with the christmas lights and decorations rather than use them to decorate the tree.

— ruggie bucchi. naps well into the evening after doing leona's chores and running errands for leona, ear scritches!!, cuddles cuddles cuddles, snack runs to sam's after school, broom rides late in the night, watching his spelldrive practices, pulling pranks on ace and deuce and grim, sitting leaned up against each other watching the laundry spin round and round, falling asleep the soft hum of the washers and dryers in the background, cooking for the entire savanaclaw dorm, splitting donuts and hot chocolate during study sessions, MASSAGES, visits back home to ruggie's grandmother, 5 second rule things with ruggie, stealing each other's oversized shirts.

— ace trappola. pasta nights/making the entire heartslabyul dorm smell like basil and garlic and tomatoes, pulling pranks with deuce and grim, skipping class, cheering the loudest at ace's basketball game, receiving wet, sloppy, sweaty kisses post-win, getting picked up and spun around in a hug, petty arguments, thumb wars, spontaneous "kidnappings" on ace's broom, hopeless study sessions, study sessions turn tickle fights, pillow fights, practicing card and magic tricks late into the night, constantly needing to touch and feel each other (non-sexual), elbow on my head, pinching each other, hand-holding, swinging each other's arms, linking arms, giggling late into the night about old pranks we pulled, shopping trips into town, adopting a dog, morning kisses, "good night" kisses, cheek kisses, neck kisses, blowing raspberries, elbowing each other.

— jamil viper. productive study sessions, assisting him with kalim's and his chores, taking care of each other when we're sick, braiding his hair, acts of service, words of affirmation, well-deserved naps, big spooning, little spooning, roasting and gossiping about other students, sharing music recommendations, cooking dinner for kalim and the scarabia dorm, cuddles cuddles cuddles, love bites, heated makeout sessions, neck kisses, nose kisses, holding pinkies, subtle ways of saying "i love you," tapping each other three times to say "i love you," reading in the school library, teaching him about any customs or traditions from my world/home, trips back home to the scalding sands, introducing me to his family, stargazing, magic carpet rides, watching the al'ab naariya (sp??) fireworks, dancing in his room, telling each other to go to bed first, kisses first thing in the morning, kisses as we pass each other in the kitchen, kisses as we wake up from naps.

— xiao. visits to jueyun karst and the adepti, naps after patrol at wangshu inn, trips into liyue harbor, meeting with zhongli at third-round knockout or xinyue kiosk, lantern rites spent just the two of us, cuddles cuddles cuddles, rock and mountain climbing, late night chats with hu tao, flower crowns made from qingxin, walks with qiqi while she picks medicinal herbs for baizhu, cooking for and failing at trying to surprise him with almond tofu, patching each other up after a particularly rough commission or long, drawn-out battle, exploring domains and new nations together, quiet "i love yous," tapping each other three times to say "i love you," holding hands and soft, gentle kisses in the privacy of our shared bedroom, heated kisses, words of affirmation, stargazing, visiting pervases' shrine and offering incense.

[geeky360]

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[agoodshampo]

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[kivatown]

New Game. Acrobat. Ya, I can jump now.

The cats are pretty smart. It’s a big view, our apartment, and there’s an endless stream of information. Maybe in the cacophony of modern life they make note of the train horns, too. Its problematic beauty: The Trains Will Run On Time, Si Si Si, and yet I take comfort in the physically exhausting routine of bright lights and really just such industrial nightmare noises. One time an alarm sounded for like, 20 minutes, and we all pretended to vibe. I don’t care, I will vouch for the train over hwy 101 any day. If the cats had a 360 degree – if we lived in the clouds (deservedly) with a full view of the beauty and horror of the Bay (green hills and a crumpled car turned on its side like a washed up whale or a newborn in a stroller next to Meta), they’d understand. Si Si Si. Wait, but I like my coworkers. You’re a fascist, said the mountain lion. Shit, now that’s a big cat. Gotta get outta here. Up a palm tree and employ the wingsuit. Acrobat. 

Crash land into 2024. My birth certificate is fictitious, I just got here. No, really, I used to work at a Martian burger joint. I don’t know how to talk but I can stare; rude. Some days, my curly hair tells a whole story on who I am and where I’m going. Some days, my curly hair is a decoy for the anxious bag of meat. Sexual dimorphism?

Acrobats must listen to the body. The tension of every muscle against every other muscle. Calories in, calories out: it can be deduced to a sad numbers game, but unfocus and let it function as a give and take. Listen with ears, with bones, with vibes, with everything.

Martian burgers got that brain fog but sometimes you gotta. An acrobat wouldn’t say such a thing and yet I define myself as one and I did. So, what is it? Am I a phony or am I capable of being multiple things? Writing it out plainly gives me the confidence to choose the latter but those burgers got me zoning out on the former. I’m a phony. I’m a phony.

Gotta diversify my portfolio or something. Invest in things that don’t make me feel good. Zzz.

[shushubabies]

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