#set an alarm to wake up before morning blue hour

[istandonsnowpiles]

How to take a photo like this:

You will need

- A camera that can shoot RAW and take exposures longer than 30 seconds in manual mode OR a cable/remote release for your camera and the ability to time the exposure yourself

- A reasonably fast lens, call it f/2.8 or faster. Remember, f/4 is 2x the exposure time of f/2.8 and f/5.6 is 4x the exposure time. So pick fast glass if you can!

- Some photo editor that handles your camera’s raw files

- A solid tripod

- An overcast night

- A place with very little light pollution

- (Optional) your partner to help you be brave in the dark and/or kisses

Now follow these steps

0. Shoot RAW! The processing your camera does on jpeg shots will probably ruin super long exposures, so RAW is recommended. If you’re unfamiliar with editing raws , shoot RAW + JPEG. Then you’ll at least have the RAW files later if you pick up raw editing.

1. Take your camera and tripod to a very dark spot to take your photo. Avoid light pollution. Look at the horizon, if you see light patches, face some other direction. Those light patches will blow out in a super long exposure.

2. Pick a subject that is interesting because of its perspective or geometry. Remember, the light will be very flat so the composition needs to be interesting!

3. Set up your tripod & pop your camera on these. For extra stability, don’t extend the last leg section of your tripod.

4. Turn on your camera and set a shutter delay. Usually 2 or 10 seconds. This will help with any shake your introduce by pressing the shutter. Initial shake matters less for very long exposures, but best to avoid it you can. Optional with a cable release.

5. Turn off Long Exposure Noise Reduction in your camera. I know this sounds backwards, but with the setting on your camera will take a second exposure of the same length as your shot and combine the two exposures to reduce noise. If you’re doing an 8 minute exposure, that means you’ll need to wait 16 minutes total between shots. There is plenty of good noise reduction software these days. Do it in post instead!

6. Set your camera to manual focus. If your subject is very dark, your camera typically cannot see it. You’ll need to estimate how far away it is and check your camera’s distance scale to ensure focus is correct.

HACK: If you think manual focus can go kick rocks, use a flashlight or headlamp to illuminate your subject, focus on it, then set your camera to manual focus to keep that focus. Turn off the flashlight or headlamp.

7. Set your camera to manual mode. Most cameras will only let you set very long shutter speeds in manual mode (this is due to limitations of camera meters). We’ll mostly be fiddling with shutter speed and ISO since our aperture will be set wide open.

NOTE: Check Aperture Priority mode first. Set your aperture to f/2.8 or as wide open as your lens goes. ISO to Auto or the max setting you’re happy with the results from (ISO 6400 for my Fuji cameras). If your camera gives you a shutter speed that isn’t completely maxed out (usually 30 or 60 seconds), then it isn’t dark enough. Find somewhere darker.

8. Start from ISO 800 and a shutter speed of at least 2 minutes. Take your first test shot. Usually this comes out seriously underexposed, but it can give you can idea where to go. Plus, waiting longer than 2 minutes is annoying.

- if you’re using a cable release, set your camera to Bulb mode and time your exposure time as desired.

- if your test shot is over exposed, lower the ISO a stop or two and try again

- if your test shot is under exposed, you’ve hit the jackpot. Start increasing your exposure time for some sick, awesome pics.

If the exposure times are excruciating, your can bump your ISO too. However, high ISO noise gets worse with longer exposures. So your image will look considerably worse at higher ISOs. Therefore, longer exposure times and faster lenses are preferred when possible.

Watch out for moving stuff. At super long exposure times, any movement matters. If it’s windy, the motion can ruin a photo. A little bit of motion can add some painterly vibes to the photo.

9. Editing! Your camera probably got the night time white balance wrong, so you’ll probably need to fiddle with it for your photo to look how you want. Other settings are up to you!

I hope you enjoyed this excruciating long explanation on how to take a night time super long exposures. Good luck out there!

What’s up late night folks? Here’s an eerie shot I took down a pitch black road in the middle of the night

[rin-may-1103]

Delilah's language (part three)

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Danny stood next to Mr. Bruce, watching as people milled around and chatted. a large group gathered right in front of them.

They had flown to Gotham last night, and Danny had been given a nice room to stay in at some fancy hotel. motel? which one was supposed to be fancy?

eh, either way, Danny settled into the room and promptly went back to sleep. He managed to get a total of twelve(12) hours of sleep before waking up. he spent the time after that just sitting and playing on his phone until his alarm went off.

that was two hours ago, and now here he was, standing in the middle of Gotham City Zoo at 8 in the morning. No one had noticed them yet, which Danny was greatly appreciative of; he had not been ready for this.

Sure, Mr. Bruce had said he invited all the scientists, but this? this was not what he was expecting.

he was expecting maybe one or two scientists to be standing around, watching Dalilah and her family as some rich kid hounded them for answers. they were scientist, surely, they had better things to do than attend some kid's birthday party.

but no.

All of them were here. All. Of. Them.

the whole scientific team was in attendance, and right in the middle of them was the birthday boy. his voice drowned out by the scientists all hungrily trying to force their knowledge into his brain.

oh dear ancients what had Danny agreed to?

suddenly, an older boy (slightly younger than Danny, it seemed) approached the group and turned the birthday boy to look in their direction. Danny's poor overstimulated enhanced hearing instantly zeroed in on what they were saying, a pool of dread settling in his stomach. "look, Damian. Bruce is back with that dude you wanted to meet."

Immediately, the kid's green eyes lit up in excitement as they settled on Danny and the kid's father. The boy promptly shoved past the other scientist and marched over to them, mouth somehow set into a scowl even though Danny could feel the kid's excitement increase tenfold. The older boy easily followed behind in amusement.

before the kid could open his mouth, Danny felt the air shift next to him. It wasn't a ghost, they wouldn't have been so obvious, and his sense hadn't gone off, so human then. (he should have heard them earlier, but with how loud it was? Danny wasn't too worried about how he had missed the person) which means, Danny couldn't react obviously or people would ask questions.

tensing up, to prevent his body from reacting on instinct, he waited for the person to act. Not even a second later, someone threw their arm around Danny's shoulders and pulled him close to their side, their voice bright and cheerful. "Damian! look who Bruce dragged in!"

Danny turned his head to glance at the man, he had black hair and blue eyes. This wasn't a surprise, considering almost all the kids Bruce adopted had the same features, so which one was this? One of the older ones, obviously, hmmm. Slim frame, but still musculer. perfect for swimming or gymnastics. So, that would mean, this was Dick Grayson, the oldest?

"tch," Damian scowled even more, "release him, Grayson." bingo. Danny had been correct then. and that was one heck of a scowl, how did the kid do that? Danny could feel he was happy at the sight of the older boy, but somehow, he looked like he'd rather be eating snails than deal with the man.

maybe he should introduce him to Sam, she'd love to learn how to do that.

"Alright! Alright!," Grayson chuckled, what was Danny supposed to call him? Dick or Grayson? Richard? "I'm just trying to be nice."

he turned to face Danny, releasing him from his grasp, his smile almost blinding, "Hi there! my name is Dick. Yes, that is my name. No, I'm not joking. It's nice to meet you, what's your name?"

Danny blinked, then hesitantly shook the man's hand. he should have stayed home, anything would have been better than this. oh, shit they're all looking at him now. "uh, my name's Danny. Danny Fenton."

"Danny! nice. So, what did you do to be invited?" Dick asked, resting his hands in his pockets and lifting a brow. Mr. Bruce had walked away a while ago, so Danny would have to deal with this himself it seems.

Damian rolled his eyes but looked curious as well.

"uh, Mr. Bruce," This got an immediate reaction from all three of them; their eyes widening in surprise and maybe a hint of glee, "invited me. something about how Damian wanted to learn how to speak with Dalilah."

"Really?" asked the other boy, Tim? "you can actually speak with them?"

"Tch, of course not, Drake. The purple-backed gorillas do not have a spoken language, they use their bodies to communicate. Daniel here is the only person in the world to figure out how to communicate with them."

"Don't call me that," Danny cut in, wincing when they turned to look at him, "my name's Danny, not Daniel."

"isn't Danny a nickname for Daniel?" Damian asked, his brows furrowed. "I do not call people by their nicknames, it creates a false familiar connection."

"Usually," Danny conceded, "but my name isn't Daniel. My parents chose Danny, it's not a nickname. and if you really don't want to call me that, then you can use my last name. It shouldn't be a problem considering I'm the only Fenton here."

"Oh," Damian blinked, then thought about it for a second, "Danny it is then."

The other two shared a glance, clearly surprised for whatever reason. Sighing, Danny waved his hand in agreement. The kid could call him whatever he wanted, just not Daniel. Anything but Daniel. (Ancients forbid if he gets called Dan.)

"Anyway, like you were saying. Delilah speaks with her body movements but there is a vocal part. It's a little like sign language and that one whistle language combined, but instead of just using your hands, facial movements, and whistles to communicate, you have to use your whole body. All at once."

Danny then rubbed his neck, "And I'm sure someone else would be able to speak with her if they just paid attention. It's not that hard."

"Not that hard?" Grayson asked, glancing at the gorillas. "how long did it take you to figure out her language then?"

"Oh," Danny blinked, then shrugged, "like, two hours. Like I said, it's really not that hard, you just have to watch her talk for a while."

"two hours?!" Tim, Danny's pretty sure his name was Tim, gaped, staring at Danny like he was nuts. which, Danny didn't appreciate by the way. "It only took you two hours to figure it out?"

Danny wasn't sure if he should feel offended or amused...

"That's impossible," someone scoffed, dragging all of their attention to an approaching scientist. "It takes upwards of three months to multiple years of hard work to even understand human sign language, let alone animal gestures. You couldn't have learned it in just two hours."

Danny rolled his eyes, he remembered this guy. Dr. Trynul or something or whatever, he absolutely refused to believe Danny the last time they talked. he was a real stick in the mud if Danny ever saw one.

"Danny Fenton is listed as the only person in the world to have the ability to communicate with the gorillas. It even says as much in the scientific papers your group released last month." Damian huffed, narrowing his eyes at the man.

Dr. Trynul rolled his eyes, "I requested they leave that false information out, but Mertil absolutely refused to listen to reason."

"and it's a good thing she didn't," another researcher cut in. Danny remembered her from the first time he had to talk with the scientist involved with Dalilah. Real stern but a nice lady.

"This young man can communicate with them just like he would if he was one of them. I've seen it with my own eyes." she then turned to the group, a small smile growing on her face.

"Danny, it's so good to see you again! Delilah has been just such a sweetheart, and her baby is just the cutest thing in the world. You have to come and see them."

Danny rubbed the back of his neck and smiled back, "Sure, Oh!" He turned back to Damian, "maybe I can introduce you to them if you haven't been already?"

The boy nodded his head, his excitement rolling off of him in yellow swirls. Turning back, Danny nodded his head with a small smile, "Please, lead the way."

Next

[bloomzone]

HOW TO BE A MORNING PERSON !?

Becoming a morning person often involves gradually adjusting your routine and mindset. Here are some tips to help you become a morning person:

1. Establish a consistent sleep schedule: Aim to go to bed and wake up at the same time every day, even on weekends.

2. Create a calming bedtime routine: Wind down before bed with activities like reading, taking a warm bath, or practicing relaxation techniques.

3. Limit screen time before bed: Avoid screens such as smartphones, tablets, and computers at least an hour before bedtime, as the blue light can interfere with your sleep.

4. Avoid caffeine and heavy meals late in the day: Stimulants and large meals close to bedtime can disrupt your sleep patterns.

5. Get plenty of sunlight during the day: Exposure to natural light helps regulate your body's internal clock and can improve your sleep quality.

6. Exercise regularly: Engaging in regular physical activity can help you fall asleep faster and enjoy deeper sleep.

7. Gradually adjust your wake-up time: If you're used to waking up later, gradually set your alarm clock earlier by 15-30 minutes each day until you reach your desired wake-up time.

8. Have a motivating reason to wake up early: Whether it's starting your day with a favorite activity or setting goals to accomplish in the morning, having something to look forward to can make waking up early more appealing (skincare,workout,walk...)

9. Practice gratitude: Start your day with a positive mindset by reflecting on things you're grateful for, which can help set a positive tone for the day ahead.

10. Be patient with yourself: It may take some time for your body to adjust to a new sleep schedule, so be patient and consistent with your efforts.

[mapis-putellas]

A typical morning

Pairing: Alessia Russo x reader

Words: 1451

Warnings: none

Summary: Alessia Russo was not a morning person. Or, well, maybe she could be when it comes to you.

Anyone who knew Alessia Russo was well aware she was not a morning person. She'd either ignore or sleep through her multiple alarms leaving you with the almost impossible challenge of waking her up. On the weekends you supposed you didn't mind doing it.

She'd grumble, push you away. It was only after bribing her with as many cuddles as her heart desires did she somewhat rouse and that would only be for a few seconds. She’d rise to her knees, twist, before dropping herself quite literally on top of you. You’d get a mouthful of her hair as her body all but pins yours to the bed, her arms sliding beneath your shirt as soft hands settle against the warm skin of your sides. Each exhale against your neck would litter your skin with goosebumps, and you'd shiver just slightly as you’d slip your own hands beneath her shirt too. 

Only a few soft words would be shared, and you'd lay like that for hours, content to just exist in one another's company.

The weekdays however, were a little different.

It would start off the same. Her alarm would ring. You'd wake up immediately and she'd grumble and snooze it before switching positions and falling back to sleep. That would happen three more times before you'd take her phone and turn off any and all alarms set. There was no point having them if they were just going to be ignored.

And this would lead you to now. You stare at her sleeping body as you set her phone down onto your nightstand, the device landing with a barely audible thud. She was sprawled out on her stomach, arms either side of her head with half of her face hidden by her mountain of pillows. Her breathing was soft and steady, telling you she was no closer to waking up than she had been ten minutes ago despite her many alarms.

"Lessi," you call softly as you partially lay back down, leaning on your elbow and resting your head in your hand. She was facing you now, allowing you reach out and gently brush a stray strand of blonde hair back behind her ear. She stirs just slightly at this, eyebrows furrowing and nose twitching. Your lips quirk up in gentle amusement, as you lean forward and press, gentle kiss her cheek. "Baby? It's seven. You need to leave the house in half an hour."

You bring your hand down and gently pat her back, hoping the action would rouse her. But of course it does nothing of the sort. With a soft sigh, you sit up and throw a leg over her hips so you're affectively sitting on her butt. You lean down and tuck your hands between the mattress and her stomach, skin meeting skin due to her lack of shirt.

"Alessia? Wakey wakey." You coo, peppering gentle kisses to as many places as you could reach. The blonde beneath you lets out a quiet grunt as she tries yet fails to knock you off of her, and your smile widens knowing you were finally getting somewhere. "If you get up now I'll make you coffee." You attempt to persuade, freeing one of your hands from beneath her and using it to yet again brush her hair out of her face.

A single baby blue eye flickers open.

"Coffee?" She rasps, and you hum, placing yet another kiss to her cheek. It was warm, and you couldn't help but press a few more kisses to the soft skin. Her lips quirk up just slightly at the feeling, and you couldn't help but mimic it.

"Maybe tomorrow." She murmurs with a deep sigh as her eyes close again, and you stare at her dumbly for promptly ten seconds before you roll your eyes and sit up on top of her. You knew it wouldn't be this easy. Before you could say anything else, she turns around underneath you so she was laying on her back, bringing her arms up to cover her face as her chest rises and falls with a deep breath.

Blonde hair sprawls around her pillow like a halo, and you stare in awe for a few moments before continuing with the task at hand. Waking her up before she was late to training. Still straddling her hips, you lean forward and rest your elbows on either side of her neck, your face just millimetres away from her own. You feel each gentle exhale that escapes her nose; see her eyelashes flicker against her cheeks. She looked so relaxed you almost didn’t want to wake her.

Knowing that wasn’t really an option right now, you cup her cheeks in your hands and trail the pads of your thumbs over the soft skin, “lessi? Baby, you really need to wake up if you don’t want to be late.”

She groans.

“I know,” you grab the wrists and gently force them away from her face. She squints up at you, a disgruntled expression on her face.

“I’m awake.” She grumbles, tugging her arms out of your grip.

“You are?”

“Mhh,” she turns her head to the side. “I’m eating breakfast.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh, really?”

“Mhh, I’m getting dressed.”

You nod with a grin as you shift a little on top of her, stifling back the laughter that so desperately wants to escape as you once again cup her cheeks and press your lips in a soft kiss against her nose.

“Nice outfit.” You comment with a smile, and despite the fact she tries to hide it, you see Alessia’s lips quirk up at the corners too. Her eyes however, stubbornly remain shut.

“I know. I’m driving to training.”

You snort, eyes absentmindedly flickering to the clock. You bite your bottom lip at the time that greets you as you bring your attention back to Alessia. “Baby, I hate to be a downer, but you have twenty minutes to get up, dressed, eat, and drive to training.”

Alessia sits up so quickly she was just inches away from slamming her forehead into your own. Your heart pounds at the close call as she cranes her head around you to get a good look at the time herself, all but shoving you off her as she scrambles out of bed and rushes through to the bathroom.

“Alessia!” You yelp in dismay.

“Sorry baby!” You hear her call from the bathroom as the toilet flushes and the tap turns on.

“You will be, stubborn woman.” You grumble, climbing out of bed yourself and making your way through to the kitchen. The tiles were cold against your feet, and you cross your arms over your chest in a futile effort at keeping warm as you head over to the refrigerator to figure out what to make you both for breakfast.

Knowing realistically that she wouldn’t have time to eat here, you put her coffee in a travel cup and place a granola bar and banana beside it. She stumbles into the kitchen just moments later looking a little more put together than before, wearing one of her many tracksuits with her blonde hair brushed and tied back into its usual ponytail.

Her blue eyes light up at the sight of you, and you watch as she drops her kitbag to the floor before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You melt into her on instinct alone, cheek flush against her chest as your own arms settle securely around her waist.

“Thank you, baby.” She murmurs into the top of your head, and you hum quietly as you pat her behind a few times before pulling away. When she refuses to let you go, you look up at her with a knowing smile on your face. Due to the fact she didn’t get her morning cuddles today, you knew for a fact she was going to be even more clingy than usual.

You knew you should tell her to let go. To leave before she was late and Leah made her run laps. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so, especially when her hands slips beneath your shirt and comes to rest against the small of your back.

“You’re going to be late my love.” You warn in a quiet murmur as your arms resettle around her waist, and Alessia hums knowingly.

“I know.” She muses.

“Leah’s going to make you run laps again.”

“That’s okay.” She accepts.

“You must really love me, huh?” You look up at her, chin resting against her chest. She stares down at you, cupping your cheek with her hand pressing her lips against your own in a tender kiss. You don’t hesitate to reciprocate, tucking your thumbs into the waistband of her pants.

“Oh baby, you have no idea.” She whispers.

[thir10th]

clothes-emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: a slow morning with Emily when you've just started dating tw: make out, no smut, just domestic fluff w Emily A/n: i was just in the mood for a little drable, what can i say

You feel a paw lightly patting your face, the soft fur tickling your nose

"Serge, please, 5 minutes" you groan at the cat that has already set on your pillow, wrapping himself in a little black ball, you'd find it incredibly cute hadn't he just woken you up an hour before your alarm went off.

You decide it's a lost battle and move to leave him occupy your pillow, burying your face on the other one, it smells like Emily's shampoo.

The woman feels your body pressing against hers, and she turns around to meet your face, her naked body pressing against yours closer now.

Her eyes still closed, she's still half asleep but she gives you a soft peck on your lips "mh-morning" she mutters.

Her silky black hair tickles your face, but you don't move, you let it cover your forehead and you inhale the scent.

"why doesn't he wake you up? he's technically your son"

"because you spoil him too much" she twists around trying to grab part of the sheet falling off the bed due to last night's activities.

Her nose scrunches in comfort, you think it's adorable and can't help but to kiss it. She barely reacts, which makes you think she's probably still too asleep to correspond.

Last night had been your 3rd real date with Emily, the familiarity you already felt being the result of the time you had spent being "just friends" until you finally gave in on your attraction to each other. You wouldn't have it any other way.

It had been Emily's turn for last night's date, after getting back from work, she cooked, opened a bottle of wine, and you ended the night making out in the coach, and the bed, and the shower, and then the bed again. You felt exhausted in the most perfect way.

"so what, i give him a little too many him treats, he deserves them" you sigh, giving up on sleep coming back to you.

You stand up, unwrapping your body from Emily's strong grip around your waist, she whines, but ends up giving it up and wrapping herself around the pillow.

You scratch Sergio behind the ears, and move to pick up something to put on so you can go make breakfast

you grab the blue shirt that she wore yesterday, and a pair of her boxers, both were laying on the floor, scattered around along with the rest of both your clothes.

You follow the trail that was left on the corridor, you find your pants and Emily's, your bra, your shirt, all the way to the living room. You pick them up, leaving them on the couch, then following to the kitchen.

You secure your headphones in your ears and pull up a favorite playlist. Coffee percolating. Music going. You hum along and gather the ingredients you need to make pancakes, the easiest recipe you could ever memorize.

You crack the eggs carefully, making sure no shells fall into the mixture, you swing around to the music in your ears, dancing to it as you cook.

One by one, the stack of pancakes gets bigger until you run out of mix, you sip on your coffee, turning around to set the table, but when you do, you jump.

"Jesus!" Emily leans on the wall, she watches you with a grin on her face "How long have you been standing there? You almost killed me"

"just enough, are you making pancakes?" she asks, you can't help but to feel embarrassed, she says she's been there enough, which probably means she's seen all your musical number, at least most of it

"Yes, you can get this there until I'm done here" you tell her, turning around to finish up, but instead of doing what you asked, she comes around you, wrapping her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind.

"you smell so nice" she whispers, her head rests on your shoulder, she kisses you there, and on your neck, leaves a trail of small, sweet kisses along your shoulder.

Her hands caress your waist, "you’re wearing my shirt" she says, pressing her lips against your pulse point which makes you chuckle "i am" you say.

Her fingers slowly brushing the bare skin behind her boxers "and my boxers" she nibs at the soft skin on your neck, the smile on your face doesn't fade, you turn to face her, surrounding her neck with your arms

"do you mind? that- that i wear your clothes- I mean"

"no, no, of course not" her hand moves to take a couple of hair strands off your face, placing them behind your hear in a loving gesture

"in fact- you look really good in my clothes" the bright smile on her face turns into a devilish one

her lips crash against yours, lips and tongue, the wetness in her soft lips making you groan on her mouth, she swallows your sounds, her hand grabs your face, yours wrapping around her waist, gripping the flesh.

You separate you lips from hers to much of your distaste "let me just finish this ok? can you wait just a second?" you ask, but she doesn't let go off you, her hands on your waist lower to get your ass, giving a light squeeze

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Emily chuckles, the intensity of her kisses and touches increasing now, tugging you back into her chest. Emily kisses the side of your head, and groans about having to wait to have you.

You finish all up as fast as you can, trying to ignore the woman-koala that's wrapped around your waist, kissing your shoulder where the shirt keeps falling off.

"ok, I'm all yours now, try not to burn me, the stove is still warm" she lets out a devilish laugh

“mh, I like how that sounds, mine”

she loves hearing you’re hers, and you know it. She bites at your earlobe possessively.

she presses you into the counter, her kisses get heavier, hotter, deeper. "Ems-" you say breathlessly "mh?" she asks, her lips back onto yours.

"don't start something you can't finish" you say taking a moment to get away from her lips, but she's back at it in no time

"who says i'm not finishing this?"

Before you can even react, she lifts you up to the counter, you wrap your legs around her waist, your ankles pressing on her ass.

"I let you in my pants a couple of times and now it's all you can think about, who would've said SSA Prentiss was such a needy woman" you joke, her lips still kissing your neck, she snatches at you and kisses you again, biting your lip a little harder than usual

"well, i guess i just can't get enough of you" her lips crashing against yours once more "you're just lucky you're so cute, or i wouldn't let you get away with something like that"

Her words have an immediate effect on you, making you whine aloud "oh, please, don't let me get away with it"

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I can write a thousand of this if you like them! I’m a sucker for intimacy and domestic Emily!!!! 😭😭😭

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[theambitiouswoman]

How To Plan Your Day 🌒📝💡✨

Start the night before. What do you need to do tomorrow to meet your needs? Write down the most important tasks you want to complete the next day. This gives you a clear starting point in the morning.

Create a morning routine that is focused on your well being. Exercise, meditate, read etc.

Make a list of all the things you need to do. Put the most important things at the top of the list.

Divide your day into chunks of time. Decide when you'll do each task.

Estimate the time it will take you to complete each task.

If a big task seems too hard, break it into smaller steps.

Batch the similar tasks together for maximum efficiency.

Try to do one thing at a time. Multitasking might not help you get things done better.

Don't plan too many things. Only plan what you can really do.

Check your progress during the day. Change your plans if things are not going as expected.

At the end of the day, think about what you did and what's left. Learn from what went well and what didn't.

Finish each day with a quick clean up. What can do you now to set up your spaces and routines for both self care and efficiency.

Choose what you'll wear the next day, including clothes, shoes, and accessories. This saves you time in the morning and helps you avoid last-minute outfit decisions.

If you have to take things with you (like a work bag or gym bag), pack it with everything you need. This prevents you from rushing around in the morning to gather your things.

Lay out items you'll need in the morning, like your keys, wallet, or important papers. This way, you won't have to search for them when you're in a rush.

Take some time to wind down before bed. Read a book, practice some light stretching, or do something relaxing to help you sleep better.

Charge your phone, tablet, or laptop overnight so you start the day with fully charged devices.

Set your alarm for the time you want to wake up. Having a consistent wake-up time helps regulate your body clock.

Try to avoid looking at screens (phones, tablets, computers) at least an hour before bed. The blue light from screens can interfere with sleep.

Take a moment to reflect on the day and think about what you're looking forward to tomorrow. Visualizing a positive morning can help set a good tone for the next day.

Pick a weekly prep day and clean the house, meal prep, review your calendar and to do list for the week ahead.

[vviipers]

930 words. (twst) cheka kingscholar & fem! reader. (twst) leona kingscholar/fem! reader.

The apartment next door was finally leased out.

It was a man and his son, both lion beastmen and from the capital of Afterglow Savanna if their accents were anything to go by.

It wasn't uncommon to run into the boy (literally), Cheka, when leaving your appointment in the morning. You'd sit on the stairs of the complex with him as he waited for his bus to show, just to make sure he wasn't completely alone.

You hadn't meant to get as attached to him as you did.

He was a sweetheart, hugging you before running off to join his friends on the school bus. It was always a short ten minutes that you spent with him, mostly filled with him telling you what he did the day prior or watching Mousey-Toons on your phone.

Cheka had even taken to adding missus in front of your name whenever calling your attention, even after the dozens of times you've corrected him. He'd especially loved to tack it on whenever you let him inside during the colder months with his enthusiastic thank yous, kicking his legs back and forth as he nursed on a cup of pink lemonade once settled.

You'd asked about his father one day. You're curious about why you've only ever seen him once in a blue moon and the only thing he responds with is furrowed brows and flattened ears.

"The man you live with," you clarify, hands moving around your head as you describe him. "Scar over his eye? Long hair? A little mean looking?"

That makes Cheka laugh and you have to take glass from him so it doesn't slip out of his hands. "That's Unca Leona! He's my unca! He sleeps a lot." He scrunches his hands once he's finished speaking, gulping down the remaining drink with a self-satisfying sigh as he sets the cup down with a clink.

"Your uncle?"

He doesn't look at you like you're stupid when you ask, nodding enthusiastically while reaching for his hazelnut spread sandwich. "Yeah," he answers with a cheek full of it.

The alarm on your phone goes off and Cheka is getting up from his chair as per your routine. You put his bag on one shoulder and your own on the other, following him out the door while he continues to bite at his sandwich. He hugs your legs once you're close enough to the bus, running halfway up the steps before he remembers his bookbag and runs back to retrieve it with a giggle.

When he gets home from school, he visits and stays over for a few hours until his uncle knocks either on your door or your shared living room wall. Sometimes he doesn't leave, only opening the door and returning with a bag full of takeout.

You always return the favor by sending Cheka over with the amount printed on the receipt. Eventually, they start coming without them and you have to do the extra work to find the approximate price.

(You've started ignoring the envelopes of money Cheka tries giving you in the mornings too. He always lights up after you tell him to put whatever's inside in his piggy bank and save up for that block set he wants for his birthday.)

(You'll ignore that same set you have sitting in the back of your closet.)

It's not a shock when he— Leona— comes knocking on your door during winter break. He's shoving an envelope in your hand and turning away before you can quite keep up.

"Stop," he starts after you grab onto his wrist. He doesn't snatch it away, but you do drop it. His voice is raspy, but you don't know if it's natural or from him just waking up. "Payin' me back."

You squint and force the envelope back into his hand. You don't like how thick it feels. "If you're not taking the money, then at least put it towards Cheka."

In the few months you've known the boy, you've taken enough notes to recognize his more subtle body language, even if he wore his emotions openly on his face.

His uncle is no different regardless of his subtlety.

"His parents 'n' I already give 'im more than enough."

"Then a little more wouldn't hurt."

Leona closes his eyes. Whether it's because he's growing frustrated at your stubbornness or trying to come up with another argument, you also don't know. "He's gonna get spoiled. I don't wanna have'ta raise a brat."

"He's fine so far." You step away when he holds the envelope out, giving him your sweetest smile when he extends his arm further. "Maybe a rainy day fund then?"

"Don't need it."

"Neither do I."

Whatever game of hot potato and cat-and-mouse is ended by a gasp from Cheka. "Unca!" He's running his way up to Leona and has jumped into his arms, practically purring. "Are we going out today? Is missus," he mispronounces your name again and you've given up on correcting him, "coming?"

Leona closes his eyes again and lets out a heaving breath. You don't say anything in case it ruins the rest of his day.

"If," he yawns, cutting himself off while he shifts Cheka to his hip, "she wants. We'll use what's in here."

When Cheka turns to look at you, his big eyes make it impossible to say no.

"If you'll have me," you hum, huffing out a laugh when he practically jumps into your arms.

You ignore the hand Leona swipes down his face, squeezing Cheka back equally as tight when he throws his arms around your neck.

[psblooms]

[0:26] don’t leave me sim jaeyun

word count: 674 fluff, established relationship, college setting works

the sun rays of the autumn sky were starting to appear, warming up the room where you were sleeping at. the sound of an alarm started to wake you up after a late date with sim jaeyun since he insisted on having a sleepover on a weekday.

both of you were starting to get busy with school and tests, so the amount of time you got to spend together lately was getting shorter and jake being the type of person and boyfriend he is wouldn’t let it happen.

so, after dragging you in last night he cuddled you in his sleep making sure to keep you warm as the weather started to chill out.

the alarm rang again and after struggling to turn it off you made an effort to get out of bed to start your routine to get on time to class, only to be blocked by jaeyuns arm around you tightening on you waist pulling you back down.

“nooo, don’t move.” he said extending the syllables trying to get you back into the position he was so comfortably sleeping in, basically him being almost enveloping you completely. you resisted his weight pulling you back as much as you could while trying not to melt just from seeing him act so cutely.

“jae, I have a class.” you said quietly almost to get him back to sleep even if he was alone in bed.

“mhm so what? it starts in nearly two hours.” he mumbled refusing to let go in with his raspy morning voice.

“I still have to go to my place to get changed you know?” you said, finally breaking down a smile while trying to pat his messy hair down.

“that’s why I’ve been telling you to move in already.” he whined trying to reason with you and bringing the topic of moving in together into another conversation, again.

“we can talk about that later but can you please let me go?” you avoided answering while trying to push his hands away from your waist.

his whiny voice appeared again holding you even closer and tighter finally pulling you on your back so you could lay down with him again. “nooo, you can just skip this class.” he said while laying his head in the crook of your neck.

“jae” you said in a more serious tone.

“at least stay with me for another half and hour, I’ll drive you to your place and to your class later” he said finally looking at you with hazy eyes, his puffy face and messy hair made you seriously consider his option, it was not often that you got to see him act this way; with his pretty face all tired but still soft and calm with a warm blush on his cheek. him laying close to you in his cozy oversized matching light blue pajamas, made you feel the mushy feeling he only made you experience.

he was most of the times the responsible one when it came to school, pushing you and encouraging you to do your best and to attend your classes and pay attention, so maybe, him trying to keep you near him made you think that maybe you could succumb to his needy request to spend a few more minutes of the chilly morning next to him before your day started.

“okay, but just thirty minutes” you said while brushing his hair with your hand.

a sleepy smile appeared on jakes face as he dragged you under the covers once more hugging your waist and kissing you cheek before finding his place back under your chin. “yay, I love you but let’s go back to sleep” he said.

“It’s not sleeping it’s a nap.” you answered him while letting out a sigh and your hand found purchase on his hair one more finally closing your eyes for a little bit.

forgetting of the fact, that, neither of you remembered to set the alarm back up, so needless to say, both of you missed a few classes.

[lesbianloml]

my babysitter au

the first kiss

types of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), obsessive wanda, sorta pervy wanda, maybe?, nothing mostly fluff and plot shit

summary: wanda met you for the first time three days ago. when she runs into you again at the bake sale at the elementary school, she is thrilled. but wanda is overjoyed when the two of you make a deal that will let her see you everyday.

a/n: I know I've been gone FOREVER but I'm back with part 2 of this series. I hope you guys like it, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know!

you groan as you lean over and press snooze on your alarm. 5am is way too early to wake up, but you need to finish baking and packaging all the treats for the bake sale this afternoon. you sigh, before climbing out of bed and beginning your morning routine. you shower, put on a cute brown mini dress before heading to the café. you sigh as you look around the empty shop, before pulling on an apron and starting your work.

*hours later*

you startle awake at the sound of your phone ringing. you gasp as you check the time. its 3:30pm, the bake sale starts in 30 minutes, and you haven't even begun to load everything up and set up your table. you check the caller id. dottie. you sigh heavily before answering the call. "hello?" you ask, your voice sugary sweet. "y/n y/l/n! where in the world are you? you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help set up! you're 21 years old, you should be more responsible than this!" as dottie rambles on and on, you sigh. "dottie? give me 5 minutes, I'm on my way." you hang up, ignoring her protests as you quickly load your car with the wrapped treats from the bakery, all made by you.

you speed down the road, and quickly turn into the almost full school parking lot. you scramble out of your car and as you close your door, you turn to be face to face with wanda. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your expression. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale right?" wanda asks, looking at you with a look you're unable to read. "yup thats what im here for." wanda turns quickly as two boys come speeding around the parking lot. "billy, tommy! come here. I have someone i want you to meet." you gasp as the boys come speeding past you, a silver blue blur before coming to a halt in front of you.

"y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." you smile, looking at them both kindly. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "I am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. strangely formal for a 10 year old, but you don't question it. for the next 15 minutes, you spend with the boys, laughing and giggling at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. it gets done much quicker with the maximoff's help then it's would've if you had done it alone.

you smile at the sight of your booth, ready just in time as all the parents and children begin filing in. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." you say, gesturing to the variety of sweet treats you have set out on your table. tommy immediately goes for a huge triple chocolate cookie. you laugh, sharing a shy glance with wanda. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise, your eyes drifting to places they shouldn't.

"y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" you turn your attention to her for a moment before beginning to serve the customers in front of you. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" dottie approaches the table, eyes on wanda to drag her off somewhere. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while" you say, flashing her a sweet smile. you continue serving the lengthy growing line in front of you, your attention drifting back to where it needs to be.

wanda's jaw drops as she sees you in your car speeding around the corner. wanda walks swiftly over to your car, standing behind your car door. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your face expression. just you saying her name in your pretty little voice, it slipping out your plump lips. it makes her want to bend you over right here and make you scream it. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale aren't you?" she mentally curses herself. what a stupid question, of course that's what you're here for. she feels like an idiot, but you don't even seem to notice. "yup, that's what i'm here for!" wanda hears tommy and billy giggling, and she wants you to meet her sons more than anything in that moment. if her plan works, soon you and her sons were going to be well acquainted.

"billy, tommy! come here, i have someone i want you to meet." wanda smiles when you gasp as the boys come speeding past you in a silver blue blur. "y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." wanda watches as you smile widely, then give them a teasing look. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "i am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. wanda chuckles softly at billy. so formal, so sweet. for the next 15 minutes, wanda and her boys spend time with you, laughing and giggling together at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. wanda is thrilled at how well you, billy, and tommy are getting along. you guys almost seem best friends already.

wanda watches you smile at the booth setup, happy that you like it. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." wanda's smile widens as tommy immediately goes for the huge triple chocolate cookie. he's so predictable. you laugh, and wanda shares a glance with you. you're so shy, so beautiful it makes her want to scream. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. utterly predictable. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. it is incredible. she's almost shocked. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" wanda asks, her voice filled with wonder. you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval.

how cute. wanda knew you would be the perfect wife for her. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. she knows what she's doing as a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise. she watches your eyes drift to the places she wants them to be glued to the most. "can i talk to you after the bake sale?" wanda asks, but notices your attention trailing. "y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" your attention is on her for a moment before you begin to serve the customers in front of you. you're so sweet. wanda thinks so many dirty thoughts about you, that she wants to say to you now. she restrains herself, not wanting to scare you away. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" wanda almost lets out a groan of dread when dottie approaches the table, her predatory gaze fixed. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while!" as dottie drags wanda away, wanda's gaze is fixed on you the entire time, hearts in her eyes.

after the bake sale, you and wanda meet up in the parking lot. the boys are konked out in the back of wanda's suv, their sugar high short lived. "what did you want to talk about wanda?" you ask, shivering as the fall chill falls over you. wanda immediately removes her jacket, offering it to you. "here detka. wouldn't want you to be chilly." wanda waits for you to slip it on before speaking again. "i wanted to offer you a job. i've found a job downtown, and I was just wondering if you'd like to start babysitting billy and tommy during the week or whenever I need it. my job requires a lot of travel. and of course, I would pay you double what you make right now at the café.." wanda rambles, but her breath catches as you lay a sweet hand on her arm. "oh wanda, I would love to! I already feel so close with billy and tommy, like I've known them for years. maybe we could meet up sometime over coffee and talk some more? i'm sure you're eager to head home." you say, nodding to the boys sleeping in the back of wanda's car.

wanda nods. "of course. that would be perfect, sweetheart. here, ill put my number in your phone. ill text you, okay?" you smile, handing wanda your phone. wanda enters her number, and hands your phone back to you. you stand there for a moment, your thoughts conflicting. you make up your mind, and quickly lay a light kiss on wanda's cheek before walking to your car. you will never know how that single kiss rocked wanda's world, and how it would soon lead to yours being turned upside down.

remember, asks and requests are open! i love to hear from you guys! <3

[avonne-writes]

Nuzzle for Bucky to Buck!

Thank you 😊 This snippet is set in my friends with benefits au. Edit: I'm only just realizing you asked for Bucky to Buck... 🙈

[ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck

It's a lively tune mixed with the sounds of fake birdsong that wakes Bucky up. Feeling groggy from a night spent with anything but sleeping in his best friend's bed, he’s determined to ignore it but its volume rises until the entire room seems to resonate with it. He grunts and swings an arm to his left. His hand connects with Gale's clothed back, but gets no response whatsoever. Gale's breathing doesn’t change.

"Fuuuuck." Bucky groans with feeling. "Shut it off, for fuck's sake."

To his immense annoyance, Gale just rolls over, slides his arm around Bucky's chest and pushes his face into the crook of Bucky's neck. The embrace makes Bucky freeze. Cuddling isn’t included in their deal. Sure, they always spend a few minutes making out and stroking each other after a round, but that still counts as sex, same as foreplay. This, though - He’s not sure what this is. Is Gale still asleep?

He shivers when he feels Gale’s nose pressed to his pulse point, warm air rushing out between Gale’s lips as he mumbles, "It’s for you."

"What?" Bucky says faintly, dizzy. His hand hovers above Gale's on his chest. He wants to hold it so much, but God, that would make everything so fucking weird, wouldn’t it? It’s not like Gale wants him to act like a smitten loser of a boyfriend, he’s probably just half-asleep and still a little turned on from how they got off just a few hours ago.

"Alarm." Gale says. "Lecture at 9."

That’s when Bucky’s brain finally detaches its focus from the way Gale’s nuzzling his neck to the facts at hand. It’s Friday morning, and he has to give a presentation in front of a hundred-something freshmen from 9. A presentation he hasn’t reread since he made it months ago, because he was too busy rejecting his Tinder matches in favour of fucking his best friend.

"Shit!" Bucky hisses and pulls himself out of Gale's embrace and his warm, comfy bed to fumble with Gale's stupid alarm and then rush around to find his clothes.

Gale ignores him. He seems to have no problem going right back to sleep. Bucky glares at his back, then nearly recoils when the ripe club-smell of his t-shirt hits him. Yeah, right, that won't do. He opens Gale's closet and pulls out a simple white tee, then throws a maroon button-up on over it. It smells like Gale, which already makes the outfit infinitely better than anything Bucky owns.

He gathers his keys and wallet, stuffs them into his pocket and figures he’s as ready to go as he’ll ever be. But something pulls his gaze back to Gale. To his messy, fluffy hair and the slope of his back where he lies curled up among the rumpled sheets. He gets the weird urge to give him a kiss goodbye. Or good morning. Can't even pinpoint the reason why, he just wants to kiss him.

It's so not in their deal.

"Phone." Gale says drowsily out of the blue, and Bucky covers his face for a second when he realizes he almost left it behind. He can’t remember how it ended up in Gale's back pocket, but that’s where he finds it, in the jeans discarded by the bed.

When it’s in his hand, he stops and looks at Gale again. Gale's apartment doesn’t have any blinds, only curtains, but they don’t block out the light completely. A strip of the morning sunshine paints the back of Gale's head, warming the blond locks of his hair. Bucky doesn’t really think about what he's doing - his hand reaches out automatically to tug the gap in the fabric closed.

Suddenly, he feels uncomfortable again. He needs to get out of here before he does something that will ruin his friendship with Gale forever.

"See you later, Buck!" He says with fake cheer, but his smile does turn genuine when his reply is a dismissive grunt. He shakes his head and exits Gale's room grinning. Time to give himself a crash course in whatever the fuck he has to present this morning.

[moonstruckme]

hi! i love ur work! i was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders or just remus taking care of r when they're stressed abt school. like maybe reader doesn't sleep bc they're studying and they're just trying to get r to sleep or to take a rest but they're stubborn like "i have to learn this, i'll go to sleep as soon as i finish studying"

Thanks so much sweetheart!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 623 words

When Remus wakes in the early hours of the morning, you’re still not in bed. He forces himself up, padding down the hall to where a light is still on over the kitchen table.

You’re lying there like a puppet that’s had its strings cut, one hand still on the trackpad of your laptop and a tiny puddle of drool spreading on the table from where your face rests against the wood. 

You look like you’re deep in slumber, but as soon as Remus’s fingertips brush your shoulder you jolt awake. 

“I’m up,” you say, seemingly to yourself or perhaps some omniscient judge of your work ethic. 

Remus flattens his palm on your upper back. He thinks he can actually feel the strained muscles around your neck from being slumped over the way you had. “This isn’t a very comfortable place to doze off, dove.” 

“I just—” You blink forcefully, giving your head a little shake as if to reinvigorate yourself. It doesn’t look like it makes your eyelids weigh any less. “Just took a power nap. I’m good now.” 

Remus takes your hand, moving it out of the way so he can close your laptop. You seem hardly able to track his movements, eyebrows pinching when you hear the click of it shutting. 

“It’s late,” he says. “Time for bed.” 

“Not yet.” You’re shaking your head again. “I will soon, I just have to finish studying first.” 

“You’ve studied all you can.” Remus tugs your hand gently, trying to encourage you to your feet. “You won’t be able to retain anything more when you’re this tired.” 

You stay stubbornly in your chair. “I just need some more coffee.” 

“The only thing you need right now,” he says firmly, pulling you up and away from the kitchen table, “is your pillow.” 

He starts leading you toward the bedroom, and you’re not resisting him anymore but Remus can see the uncertainty on your face. You’ve been worrying about this test for weeks; Remus doubts you’ll ever feel like you’ve studied enough for it, but he feels bad worsening your nerves by making you stop. 

“Darling, you’ve got circles under your eyes so dark I could mistake you for a raccoon,” he says softly, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’ll do much better on your exam if you’re well rested, trust me.” 

You sigh, too exhausted even for anxiety, and lean your head on his shoulder. “Okay,” you say dully. “Thanks, Rem.” 

He kisses your head in response. It’s lucky that you’d changed into your pajamas before beginning your study session, because all you have to do is get right into bed. You set your phone on your nightstand, and Remus reaches across you to take it. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask, voice already soft and slightly slurred as you let your head sink into your pillow. 

Remus taps at your screen, squinting in the blue light. “Shh, go to sleep.” 

“Remus.” You sound more alert, and he holds up a hand to fend you off as you reach for the device. “Stop it.” 

“No, I’m turning off your alarms so you can get some real rest.” You whine as he finishes, shutting your phone off with a click and setting it on his nightstand where you can’t tamper with it. “No more power naps, dove. I won’t let you miss your class, alright? Go to sleep.” 

You make a huffing sound, but fatigue softens it into a sigh. “Fine.” You shuffle closer to him under the covers, seeking his warmth. “G’night.” 

Remus wraps a hand around your middle, tugging you the rest of the way to him and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

One - The Hallway

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here

Previous Chapter

The human body is extraordinary. It does so many things like waking you up two hours before your alarm is set. It’s five o’clock in the morning and the last thing you want to be is up. This gives you way too much time to overthink your first day of school. 

The outfit you planned out the night before is thrown over your desk chair. It’s something simple and plain. You don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself. Your usual wardrobe would cause you to stick out like a sore thumb. 

You close your eyes and pray that your body lets you go back to sleep but after ten minutes of tossing and turning you knew that it was a lost cause. You reach over and turn on the lamp on your night stand. It takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the change in lighting but when they finally do, you sigh. Of course this had to happen to you. Your usual ten hours of sleep is reduced to eight. 

You can hear the rustle of your parents getting ready for work. They are usually out of the house before you wake up and back home long after you’ve gone to sleep. When you were little, you only saw them for a split second in the day when they came to pick you up from school. In middle school they gave you a bike and expected you to learn how to ride it on your own. It’s been just you and your bike ever since. 

You kill time by watching a movie on your laptop. It’s some new romcom that recently came out. Rom Coms are some of your favorite movies to watch because they move something within you. They make up for the lack of love and support in your life. 

Before you know it, two hours have passed by and your alarm goes off. You rub your tired eyes and finally leave the comfort of your bed. Your new room has a bathroom in it. The cold tile floors shock your bare feet but they soon get used to the temperature. 

You observe yourself in the mirror. Your tired eyes and tangled hair are just a reflection of how you feel inside. It’s only the first day but you are already want to give up. You can already feel the monotony tiring you out. 

Maybe you can join a club or two and make some new friends. It seems like everyone back home already forgot about you even though you left a week ago. Your best friend of six years left you on delivered for two days before making up an excuse as to why she didn’t respond fast enough. 

You splash your face with some cold water and try to think about something else. There was no use in thinking about that right now when there’s another pressing issue at hand. 

Lakeview high school is about a twenty minute walk and a six minute bike ride away from your house. The crisp morning air nips at your skin as you zip through your neighborhood. It’s a beautiful morning but you’d rather a car hit you than admit it. 

Jeeps, Teslas, Toyotas, Subarus, BMWs, Ford trucks, and one Honda fill up the parking lot. Those cars confirm your fears; this is a rich kid school. Your parents are very well off so you’ve grown up around rich kids. From your experience, they’re all spoiled little brats who whine when things don’t go their way. Thankfully, you’re parents never really gave a fuck so they didn’t spoil you. That allowed you to appreciate the things you have. 

You dismount your bike and lock it up. 

Lakeview looks like the school from the Breakfast Club. Everything is inside. Growing up in California, you got used to going to outside schools. No lockers, no roofs in the hallways, and wide open spaces greeted you every time you went to school. Everything inside of one big building? Now that, that was different. 

Blue and yellow lockers line the walls of the hallway. Students lean on them as they chat with their friends, no doubt talking about what they got up to over the summer. People fist bump each other as they walked down the hallway and couples suck on eachothers faces with no shame. You ogle at the people walking with the confidence you wished you had right now. It looked like a scene out of some cult classic high school movie. 

You take out the folded up paper that has your schedule on it and glare at it. Homeroom: Room 702. It would have been lovely to know where room 702 is but with multiple staircases going all over the place and no signs in sight, this started to feel less like public school and more like an agoraphobic person's personal hell. 

You take a deep breath and walk up to the nearest person. Their blue shirt catches your eye. It’s one of the colors that doesn’t hurt your eyes. You tap them on the shoulder and when they turn around, they look at you as if you just sprouted two heads.

“Hi, umm, sorry to bother you but do you know where Room 702 is?” you ask, your voice shaking slightly. 

The person points in front of them and then walks away. You gulp and stare in front of you, confused. No one has ever told you that you come off intimidating so that person's demeanor really confuses you. 

“What the fuck?” you mutter under your breath and lean against the wall of lockers. You close your eyes and hold the bridge of your nose. You feel exhausted and you haven’t even done anything really strenuous. 

“Excuse me,” someone says, “you’re leaning against my locker.”

You open your eyes and catapult yourself off the wall. “I’m so sorry,” you apologize. 

The person in front of you looks eerily familiar. Her honey blonde hair is thrown up in a pony tail but you remember it flowing beautifully in the summer breeze. This time you have a chance to make out the color of her eyes. Her blue eyes remind you of the ocean. They remind you of home. 

“Hey, aren’t you new?” she asks, her hand reaching out to shake yours.

You nod and accept the handshake. “Yeah. I just moved here from California.” 

“Cool. I could tell by your accent. It’s very…valley girl! I’m Abby, by the way.” And then she tilts her head and scrunches her eyebrows together, “are you a senior?” 

You nod again and introduce yourself. Your name flows through her mouth like honey. Only then do you realize that the two of you are still shaking hands. You break the handshake and chuckle a bit. 

“Sorry, I’m a little nervous. I don’t know where my homeroom is and some kid in a blue shirt looked at me like I just grew two heads.” 

Abby takes a look at your schedule. “I’m headed towards Room 702 if you want me to walk you over.”

“Please,” you practically beg her. Your body relaxes when she offers to walk you to class. 

The two of you walk side by side down the hallways and up the stairs. A few twists and turns around the school and you’re standing in front of Room 702. The door is open and you can see that there’s only one more seat left, yours.

You turn to Abby and thank her, sincerity laced in your voice. 

“It’s no problem really. If you ever need anything, stop by the softball pitch. That’s where I am most of the time. It’s nice meeting you,” she says before she turns and walks down the hallway. 

You walk into the class and sit down in the only available seat. The two people beside you were engaged in conversation before you sat down so you felt bad about breaking them up. You chew on your lip, ready for them to scoff or curse you out, but it never comes.

“Are you new?” the girl next to you asks. 

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, by the way, for interrupting your conversation.”

“Oh, please. You did nothing of the sort. I got tired of him a while ago. I’m Dina and the guy next to you is Jesse.” She flashes a million dollar smile and all of a sudden, you don’t feel scared anymore. You are going to be okay.

“How did you know I was new?”

“It's a pretty small school. Everyone has pretty much gone to the same school since elementary. It’s pretty rare that we get new kids,” Jesse says. 

“And because you’re wearing shorts in September. No one here wears shorts unless it’s the middle of July,” Dina adds. 

So much for ‘fitting in,’ you think to yourself. 

Dina can sense your discomfort. “Don’t worry. It’s bold! I like bold.”

After the teacher, Miss. Woods, introduced herself as a first year teacher, you felt good knowing that you weren’t the only new person here. She sat down at her desk and said that for the rest of the class they could just talk about anything. 

You learned that Dina was the co-captain on the cheerleading team and Jesse was on the wrestling team. They both did phenomenal in school on top of being able to manage athletics, clubs, and partying. Everyone you’ve met so far has been kind and gratuitous so maybe the universe wasn’t out to get you. 

At lunch, Dina and Jesse invite you to sit with them. They are joined by Dina’s girlfriend, Ellie, also a member of the softball team. 

“So, wait. You left California and came here?” Ellie asked, perplexed at how someone would leave the dream state. 

“I didn’t have much of a choice but I guess Washington is cool. Temperature wise at least.” You mutter the last part under your breath.

“Well, you’ve met the right people because some kids at this school can be total assholes,” Ellie looks up, “speaking of.”

You follow Ellie’s line of sight and see Abby joined by the guy that was driving the truck. His varsity jacket is thrown over his shoulder in some display of faux coolness as he holds Abby’s hand. Something inside of you twitches with distaste. They don’t look right together, but who are you to judge? You’ve only had one conversation with her. It’s not like you know them or their relationship.

Abby and the guy sit down at the now silent table. He looks you up and down and asks, “who’s the new kid?”

You introduce yourself but this time it’s with a lot less enthusiasm than when you introduced yourself to Ellie, Dina, Jesse, and Abby. 

“I’m Owen, captain of the football team and the coach's son. Pretty sure you’ve heard of me already.” 

You nod your head, not wanting to embarrass him. The truth is that you haven’t heard of him from anyone. You can tell from this very short interaction that he exudes arrogance and everything that you hate. Not to mention the fact that he smells like dirt and cigarettes. 

Lunch flys by, thankfully and now you’re sitting at a table in your history class. History is by far one of your favorite subjects. It’s not too hard but the material is complex enough to keep your brain satisfied and occupied. 

You sit there, clicking your pen mindlessly as you wait for someone to sit next to you. The warning bell rings and the chair next to you scrapes against the tiled floor. Abby flops down in the seat and sighs. 

“I had to run here from the parking lot. Owen made me go get something from his car,” Abby says out of breath. 

“Why didn’t you tell him to do it himself?” “Enough about him,” Abby dismisses any further questions about her boyfriend and redirects the conversation, “how’s your first day been so far.” 

You can manage a “Pretty go-” before you’re cut off by the sound of the final bell. 

The teacher walks in and closes the door behind him. He’s tall, taller than the average man and he’s wearing a blue and white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The black watch on his wrist beeps and his thick fingers go to turn it off. Something about him makes you feel safe and protected, like you can trust him with anything. 

He walks to the front of the class to introduce himself. “Good afternoon, seniors. Welcome to your last first day of public school. My name is Mr. Miller and I’ll be your history teacher for the next year.” 

He takes out a stack of papers from his black leather messenger bag and begins to pass them out. “This is the syllabus. Look over it with your parents and make sure to get their signature. If you turn it back in to me by Friday you can receive extra credit.” 

You’ve become a master at forging your parents signature so you can have it back to him by the end of the day if he isn’t a narc. 

Before you know it, your first day at Lakeview is over and you're back on your bike riding down the streets of your neighborhood. It’s more lively today than it was when you got here. There are dogs barking, joggers running past you, cars honking at you to get out of the way, and children playing in their front yards. 

You come to a halt when you realize that there’s been a car following you ever since you left school. The window rolls down and you are met with the smell of dirt and cigarettes. “Need a ride?” Owen lifts his eyebrow.

“No thanks. I live right here.” You curse yourself for basically doxing yourself to someone you definitely don’t want knowing where you live.

“Oh, nice house. I live down the street so if you ever need anything don’t be afraid to ask. Any friend of Abby’s is a friend of mine.” He winks and then drives off. 

You scrunch up your face in disgust and drop your bike off in the driveway. No one’s going to steal your bike because everyone around here has enough money to buy ten. 

You're greeted by the sound of silence when you enter your house. You hang your backpack and keys up by the door and flop down on the couch. Your parents haven’t gone grocery shopping yet so you order a large pizza for yourself and watch TV until you fall asleep on the couch.

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[lordystrange]

Byler headcanons that help me sleep:

They have 3 sets of linens: green set, star wars set and blue+yellow set. Later they also buy a pride set (rainbow colors)

Will sleeps on Mike’s left side (the side his pocket would point at)

Unless Will sleeps on top of him

But usually they cuddle or spoon. Mike prefers being the big spoon. Will is that sometimes but honestly it just works better for them when Mike is the big spoon

They don’t go to sleep angry. Sometimes they fight but they always work things out before going to sleep one way or another. (More often than not it’s Mike hugging Will from behind and saying he’s sorry. Sometimes it’s Will hugging Mike normally, then looking up at him with his big doe eyes and melting Mike’s heart saying sorry.)

They decorated the roof over their bed with those star stickers that light up in the dark, so it never gets too dark for Will.

If one of them wakes up from a nightmare, both of them wake up. That’s just the rulezz.

When they go on vacations and stay at hotels, they sometimes face homophobia in a form of two separate beds instead of one big bed. But then they just push them together. (And end up cuddling on only one bed after all.)

Will is a sleepy boy and Mike is his travel pillow. And Mike is happy to do that. Others are also happy that Mike is happy to do that because that means he’s still and calm and quiet. And even though their friends, Hopper and Jonathan never say it, they all think it’s so sweet how Will, despite his trauma, can sleep anywhere as long as Mike is there. (Joyce has actually said it out loud.)

They set the first alarm half an hour before they actually have to get up, because they love cuddling in the morning too.

Okay I will sleep now. Happily.

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— weird but lovely trophies

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader

warnings: descriptions of gore

summary: wednesday wakes up one morning to find a dead bird at the foot of her bed. she doesn't pay it too much thought, but then mauled animals start to appear in her room with alarming frequency

word count: 2.7k

Wednesday opened her eyes, squinting, her palms rising to her face to rub at her tired lids. It was early in the morning, and she definitely should’ve went to bed instead of pulling an all – nighter with working on her novel, making her usual writing time drag out well into the late hours. Her head throbbed, and the light coming through the huge window seemed too much for her sensitive self.

“Good morning, Wednes- Oh no!”

Talk about being a morning person.

Wednesday sat up in her bed, turning her head to face her sunny roommate begrudgingly. Enid was still in her pastel pink pajamas, the strap on her shirt sliding down her shoulder as she buried her hand in her disheveled blonde hair. She was standing a little away from her friend’s bed, looking at something on the floor with a put – off expression.

“Is my presence that much of a spoil for your perfect morning?” Wednesday deadpanned in a tired hoarse voice.

“No, it’s not that! Look!”

Following Enid’s gaze, the gloomy girl noticed a small feathered lump laying at the foot of her bed. It was a small bird, and the rusty – red color of its tummy with the blue – grey cap gave Wednesday’s trained eye enough hints to say it was a chaffinch. Those birds were a common thing in Jericho, and she often saw them flying around on Nevermore’s grounds.

Wednesday watched Thing pop up from under her bed and slowly move towards the finch, poking at it with his finger, then give the ravenette a sad thumbs-up – yep, definitely a goner.

"Poor thing..." the blonde werewolf murmured solemnly, crouching down next to the small creature, "How did it get in here?"

"Maybe it hit the window and opened the sash with the force of the blow," Wednesday mused, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, her pale naked feet touching the cold floor, "Don't touch it. Its insides are probably filled with ptomaine already," she watched Enid make a face of disgust and quickly retract her hand that was trying to reach for the bird, and bent over to carefully take the small cold body into her own palms, "I'll bury it in the schoolyard. I'm used to laying dead animals to rest since my childhood."

As Wednesday held the tiny creature, looking it over, she noticed lacerations covered in caked blood on its body, some feathers plucked off, as if someone tore into the flesh, and its left wing was missing.

Whatever the cause of death was, it wasn't a glass window.

“Have you seen anyone come inside?” She asked Thing as the appendage climbed up her desk, and he waved his finger from side to side in response, making Wednesday sigh, “Since when are you a heavy sleeper?”

Maybe she was just thinking too much into things. Nevertheless, such a start of the day could be considered good, the ravenette thought, putting the dead bird on the desk to go start on her morning routine — it's been awhile since she had last felt the heaviness of a shovel in her arms.

She had some time before class, enough for a small morning funeral.

"Oh my God, what in the world..." Enid stood over her roommate's bed, horrified, her eyes wide open as she stared down at the dead body of a rabbit, laying in a pool of its own blood and intestines.

“This is so fucked up.” The blonde werewolf murmured, pressing her hand over her mouth with a choking sound.

Getting out of bed, Wednesday crouched next to the dead animal. Its neck was gnawed through, and the head was hanging by a thread with the spine barely enough to keep it attached to the carcass. She noticed a bite mark on its fluffy white back, an evident spot of where a strong set of teeth was once buried.

“It was definitely a wild animal,” the ravenette observed, tracing her fingers over the deep gashes on the soft flesh, “And a big one.”

“But how? How could such a huge thing get in here completely unnoticed? Do we really sleep that deep?” Enid gulped, feeling uneasy at the thought of a murderous creature roaming around the girls’ dorm unbeknownst to them. As if a hyde wasn’t enough.

“You most certainly do.” Wednesday mumbled in reply distractedly.

But not her. Indeed, how could this even be possible? On her best nights the ravenette slept like a corpse in a casket, but there was no way she wouldn’t feel a presence of an intruder in her own dorm room.

This was getting too unnerving. Even for Wednesday.

It’s not like she had anything against dead animals. But seeing those mauled carcasses in her own home every few weeks was disturbing – was it a kind of warning, perhaps? And if it was, then... who could the culprit be?

“Hey, little raven.”

Wednesday turned at the familiar voice, finding (Y/n) sliding into the seat next to her, a small grin on her toothy mouth. Dropping her bag next to the desk, the demon scooched closer to the ravenette, leaning over her face, but didn’t move any closer, making Wednesday smile – even after all those months of being together, the oni girl was still adorably respective of her boundaries. Wednesday met (Y/n) half – way, pressing her lips against the taller girl’s in a sweet smooch, and the demon felt her insides flutter.

"Hello, (Y/n). It's good to see you come to class in time for once."

The oni chuckled, resting her hand on the back of Wednesday's seat. She was obviously happy, but there were traces of exhaustion in the corners of her mouth, in the dark circles under her eyes – the season of Blood Moons was definitely trying for the girl.

"How was your hunt?"

"Mm, good," (Y/n) replied, stretching her arms over her head and sighing pleasantly when her back made a satisfying pop, "Don't really remember stuff except, like, running through the woods chasing a damn rabbit, but it was nice to finally warm my muscles up. This form has been too restricting lately."

“A rabbit?” Wednesday smirked, a teasing lilt in her voice, “Isn’t that too small of a dish for your appetite?”

“Ugh, yeah. Hunting instincts, I guess. It’s more about the chase rather than the prey itself. I’d honestly prefer to run another lap or two instead of maths.” The demon grumbled.

“I hope you do remember we’re having a test this week. In fact, you were the one begging me to tutor you. Is today after class convenient for you?”

“Fuck. It’s this week already?” (Y/n)’s face fell, “Sorry, tenshi. Blood Moon calling again.”

“Never mind. It’s your test to fail, after all," the ravenette deadpanned, “At least your ancestors are proud of you ruining your future for the sake of running around like some mindless beast and eating everything that moves.”

“They are proud. It’s in my blood,” the oni huffed, crossing her arms on her chest, top lip baring to reveal blunt tusks in annoyance, “Besides, spending time with you is what matters to me, not some dumb algebra test.”

Silence hung between the girls, and Wednesday watched (Y/n) glare at the desk in front of her resentfully, making her sigh.

“Stop pouting. You know I want what’s best for you.”

“I know. It’s just..,” the (h/c) – haired demon grunted, hanging her head to stare at her clawed palms, “The constant turnings are really taking their toll on me. I feel less and less human every time I come back,” her fists clenched mid – sentence, brows furrowing, “What if... what if I don’t turn back one day? I mean, it shouldn’t happen as long as I wear my pendant, but... I don’t want to be stuck a bloodthirsty brute for the rest of my life.”

A tired groan escaped (Y/n)’s throat, and she slumped her back over her seat.

“Fighting your nature is impossible.” She concluded exasperatedly.

“If it does happen, you and I will escape this wretched academy and go travel around the world,” Wednesday assured, moving to trace her slender digits over the veins on (Y/n)’s hand in a calming way, “I know a thing or two about surviving in the wild. Maybe we’ll even become a local legend somewhere, like Bonnie and Clyde.”

“A goth girl and an oni demon haunting the forests of Alaska, refugees united by their love for eating human hearts out,” (Y/n) grinned, “And their love for each other. I can see that.”

“Now it’s too cheesy. You ruined it.”

The oni girl cackled, making some of her fellow students turn at the loud obnoxious sound.

Wednesday laid in her bed, unmoving, ears strained to catch any small sound in the dead of night. For the past hour the only thing breaking the silence in the room were the snores of her peacefully sleeping werewolf roommate, but the ravenette wasn’t going to give up that easily. She knew that the best of hunters in the wilderness were able to wait out for hours until the perfect moment to strike presented itself, so she gathered up her patience, eyes flickering from her window to the clock on her night table. The glowing white digits read 2:18.

Too late to back away now.

As she stared at the ceiling, unblinking, she heard a noise. It was barely audible, but it was there – the sound of clawed limbs scratching at some stone surface, and it was coming from outside. Wednesday’s face snapped to the window, and, seeing nothing out of ordinary, she carefully sat up on the bed and stood to walk over to the balcony as silently as she could, wincing at the creaking of the floorboards.

Looking out through the discolored part of the glass, Wednesday watched a dark silhouette climb up her balcony. A clawed hand made its way up the granite of the railing, talons scrambling at the surface, then a human – looking body appeared, hoisting itself up by the hands with athletic lightness. The ravenette squinted, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and gasped quietly in surprise. In the silhouette of the creature she was supposed to be hunting she recognised (Y/n).

The demon squatted down on the stone railing, looking around cautiously, her eyes wide open and glowing in the dark — it seemed like she was still in her post — turning haze, mind not stable enough to think properly, and her behavior resembled that of a wild animal. She was wearing the usual black hakama pants and her (f/c) haori, the fabric covered in mud and dried blood, and in her tusked mouth the oni held a dead squirrel.

"(Y/n)?"

The demon girl turned her head at the sound of her name, and her slitted eyes glistened in recognition when she saw Wednesday step out on the balcony — but the oni instantly froze in her tracks, obviously caught red handed.

Well... this was certainly not the culprit the ravenette was expecting.

"(Y/n). Drop the squirrel." Wednesday ordered sternly.

The oni girl growled, the sound muffled by the red fluff in her mouth, before she unclenched her jaw reluctantly, letting the small animal fall to the floor. Wednesday moved closer to the stone railing cautiously, afraid to provoke the girl, then, as (Y/n) grunted, giving her approaching a green light, stood face-to-face with the bloodied maw of the demon.

"Why did you bring this here?"

(Y/n) seemed lost in thought for a second before she raised her hand to point a clawed finger at Wednesday's chest.

"You're small. Not a hunter," Wednesday felt her eyebrow twitch at (Y/n)'s completely unabashed comment, but chose to ignore it, and watched as the demon moved to grab the ravenette by the arm, pressing her own, much bigger palm against the other girl's, "See? No claws. No teeth. I hunt for you."

"You're... trying to provide for me by... bringing me game meat?"

The oni grinned, nodding proudly, then her toothy smile wavered, and she looked at Wednesday with the saddest eyes the ravenette had ever seen, "You don't like squirrels?"

The smaller girl sighed — apparently, all common sense was lost on the demon when she was like this, so (Y/n) forgetting that Wednesday was vegan didn't come as a surprise, let alone her neglecting the fact that a human wouldn't fancy a furry rodent for dinner. At least, Wednesday wasn't among those people.

"I like squirrels, (Y/n). Thank you," she reassured the upset demon, entwining her slender fingers with the oni’s, before tugging her off the railing, "Come on. Let's get you to bed."

(Y/n) grinned again, obviously pleased with herself, and followed the smaller girl inside the dorm.

“Sit here. Don’t move a muscle. I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up, then you can sleep.” Wednesday instructed, sitting (Y/n) down on the bed and pointing a finger at the demon to make sure she had made her point, and the taller girl nodded before Wednesday left to the bathrooms.

When she came back, holding a small water bowl and a washcloth, she was surprised to find (Y/n) where she left her, the girl not moving a single muscle since the smaller girl left. Leaving the cleaning items on her nightstand, Wednesday walked up to her closet, quickly finding a random oversized shirt that would be big enough for (Y/n)’s frame, and draped it over the headboard. Then she pushed her chair closer to the bed, and sat down in front of the demon, dipping her hand into the bowl and wetting the washcloth.

“Close your eyes.”

The demon obeyed, and Wednesday quickly got on cleaning the blood and dirt off her face and hair, and (Y/n)’s pointed ear twitched when the ravenette brushed over it gently.

“Tickles.”

The cloth slid over the demon’s collarbones, making (Y/n) open her lids, and she watched, unblinking and completely enamored, as Wednesday furrowed her brows in concentration. She didn’t speak after that again.

When Wednesday was finished, the water in the basin was of a rusty color, and (Y/n) could be considered clean enough – both of them were too tired for a proper bath. She’d just tell the demon to scrub herself extra hard tomorrow.

“Take your haori off and put this on.” The shorter girl gestured to the shirt, and stood up to put the water away.

(Y/n) tilted her head, looking over the black garment suspiciously, then proceeded to shrug her clothing off and put the shirt on, slipping her arms through the sleeves. Her claws caught at some stray threads, and the demon growled with annoyance. Wednesday watched the scene with a tired look before stepping closer to help the agitated girl.

“You’re a mess,” she scolded half – heartedly, untangling (Y/n)’s talons from the sleeves and fixing the shirt on her body, and the oni purred happily, “Now off to bed.”

The mattress dipped under the weight of the girls’ bodies, and Wednesday laid on her back, closing her eyes and wishing for sleep to take over as soon as possible. She felt the oni toss and turn beside her, before the demon rolled over to lay on her stomach and moved her hand to rest around Wednesday’s waist, pulling her smaller body closer. Satisfied with the position, the demon sighed in content and nuzzled Wednesday’s shoulder.

Oh, payback was going to be a bitch. But Wednesday will allow it. Just this once, she promised herself, she’ll suffer through this, as she pressed her cheek against the top of (Y/n)’s head.

“Good night, mia piccola cacciatrice.”

[repulsiveliquidation]

they could never be mad at you.

Little! Leah Williamson x Caretaker! Reader

8AM, North London.

Leah just had to pick the loudest, most obnoxious alarm in the world. Of course, to make it worse, she slept through it while it scared you half to death every morning. You reach over and turn it off, seeing her still snuggled into the sheets on her stomach with soft snores leaving her lips. She was lucky she was so cute, you just shook your head and kissed her head softly and rubbed her back.

“Leah? Time to wake up darling, training is in half an hour.”

“Five more minutes.”

“We’ll be late by then. Come on, up you get.”

“You’re mean.”

“And your wretched alarm gave me a heart attack, I think we’re even.”

This made her chuckle, sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. You leaned in and kissed her, her hands pulling you closer and groping naughtily. “Okay, okay, I know what you’re doing. Go make a pot of coffee, I’ll change really quick.” You push her away, climbing out of bed ignoring her protests and accusations of “I wasn’t doing anything, you’re the dirty minded one!”

Both now dressed and kit bags in the back, you headed to training. She let you drive this time, it probably explained the sudden rain that started when you left the house. Hand on her thigh, she hummed softly along to the radio, rubbing your forearm lightly.

You both got to training just in time, walking into the changing room with Katie and Beth. Laughter filled the room when Katie walked through the door and straight into the plastic wrap they put there, chasing the prankster Alessia all the way out to the pitch. You ducked through into the room, stomach hurting from the laughter. You didn’t see Leah’s face suddenly drop, head very slowly becoming fuzzier. She knew this feeling but shook it off, putting some music on to try to get her out of the headspace.

Training went smoothly, you were just about done with drills and were setting up the pitch for a 5-a-side scrimmage. Leah was on the opposing team to yours, pulling on her yellow bib and you your blue one. She smiled cheekily, mouthing “You’re losing today,” you laughed and answered “You wish, Williamson.”

Lotte passed a beautiful ball to you, giving you space to dribble past McCabe and Leah before she caught up and swiped the ball away from you and straight to Kim. She helps you up, a wide grin on her face. “Not gonna make this easy are ya?” you tell her, to which she responds by sticking her tongue out. “You’re childish, you are!” That word. Childish. It set something off in her, as she stood in place and her head immediately feeling fuzzier by the minute. No one noticed thankfully and she managed to shake it off again and get back into the game. In that time, you had scored; the cheering not helping her get her head on straight. Alessia noticed her spaced out look, checking on before being waived off with a gruffy “I’m alright.”

She tried her best get back into it but it was just too difficult. She couldn’t figure out what set her off today, she had slipped earlier in the week with you; she usually was satiated for the week and didn’t need to more than once. Today was different; she was slipping hard and fast which was not her favorite way to slip. Thankfully, Jonas blows the whistle and she half-runs to the benches to chug water. She wants to give in so hard but training ends in an hour and she knows she’s been able to hold out that long before. The last time she had to, she almost didn’t. The press conference was going on way too long and she didn’t have you beside her to keep her calm. A couple words slipped out of her but she kept her cool and managed to avert disaster. You were watching, taking note of all the signs of her dropping. Sarina called the press conference and she practically ran to you, tears almost falling down her cheeks as you helped her to the bus and put her down for a much-needed nap without the rest of the girls noticing her strange behavior.

She wanted to run to you the same way she did that day. Whine and cry for you, suck her thumb and have you sing to her. But she couldn’t. The rest of the girls didn’t know she indulged herself this way, only trusting you after a year into your relationship to tell you. She needed to know that you wouldn’t ridicule her, make fun of her or demean her for needing this release sometimes. You were the opposite and she was mad at herself for not telling you sooner. You were the perfect caregiver, so attentive to her needs and knew what she needed before she could tell you. It made her indulgence so much easier to have someone else do the thinking for her, thinking was hard.

And thinking right now really was hard. She whined softly at herself. She really really needed you right now and you couldn’t see it. Katie walked over to her, seeing her in a little distress. “You good there, Leah? What’s upsetting ya now?”

“No, go ‘way! Leave Lee ‘lone!” She yelled, rushing off to the changing room with tears running down her face. You heard her, heard the higher pitched voice she normally had when she was feeling little. Your face shot up at the sound she made, eyes filled with concern. Katie’s face held the same expression, full of bewilderment at the way her captain reacted to a question she asked Leah all the time along with the words she said. “Lone? Why did she call herself Lee?” You didn’t hear her, already running over to where Leah disappeared to.

“Baby? Where are you sweetheart?” You called out, searching the locker rooms and not finding her there. You looked in the gym and the physiotherapist’s room too and didn’t see the blonde anywhere. “Leah? Where are you hiding baby, I’m getting worried now!” “Mama, ‘elp…” you heard coming from the showers, you walked inside and saw her curled up on the floor and crying. “Oh babygirl, what’s happened?” You immediately picked her up and cradled her in your arms. She cried even harder, clutching your training jersey and letting out louder sobs. “Lee messed up Mama, ‘ewryone know now!” She choked out, snot running down her nose and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Your heart hurt seeing her like this, using your hands to wipe away her tears.

“Shh, angel. It’s okay, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling little baby? Mama would’ve spoken to Jonas for you.” “t-thought could be big…” she whined, sniffling softly, tears still wetting her face. “Honey, we talked about this. When you feel the need to, even just a little you come and talk to me okay? You could really hurt yourself, angel; Mama doesn’t want that to happen.”

“Otay…” she said in a soft voice, tears no longer flowing. “Now, about the girls finding out about your little secret. Why are you still afraid baby? You know they wouldn’t judge you. I certainly wouldn’t let them.” “Lee scawed they mad at me…” “They could never be mad at you, pretty girl. Never. Do you want to try to explain this to them? Mama knows you really made Katie scared she hurt you earlier. I think you owe her an explanation, hm?” You picked her up and held her close, walking to the changing room with her head resting on your shoulder stuffed into your neck.

The girls were all waiting in the locker room when you walked in, looks of concern on everyone’s faces. You had quickly texted Alessia to have them meet there and to be quiet so as to not scare your little one. She was sucking her thumb, feeling safe in your arms as you sat in your cubby and the girls came to sit around you. You moved Leah into your lap, rubbing her back softly and slipping her pacifier into her mouth. You saw the looks the girls gave her, looks of adoration filled the room and it soothed all your worries about the mean things a part of you was scared you would hear were out the window.

“Are you okay, Leah? You really made us all worried.” Beth spoke up, Katie and the rest of them nodding softly. She buried her face further into your shirt, shaking her head a little.

“Well, it's out there now but I think you all deserve an explanation. When Leah feels stressed out or overwhelmed, she finds the need to regress to a younger age to cope with the stress. When she does she will seem like a child and needs to be taken care of. That’s where I come in, I’m her caregiver and take care of her when she needs it. I know that it’s a lot to take in but she’s been scared of telling you all because she thought you would be mad at her. I think that being the captain of this team has made her think that she needs to be this strong, level-headed, responsible one but when she’s at home with me she lets go and likes being coddled and given many many kisses, don’t you, gorgeous girl?”

Leah was smiling at this point and not hiding anymore when she heard all the girls cooing at her and saying nice things about her. She didn’t feel scared anymore, she had all these new aunts to play with! “Angel, don’t you have something to say to Aunt Katie?” You asked her in a whisper, her eyes shyly looking over at the Irishwoman. “Sowwy I scawed you Aunty Katie, Lee didn’t mean to, promise!” She said firmly, the girls all simultaneously melting at your girl. "That's alright darlin'. C'mere eh? Give Aunty Katie a good cuddle now." She was safe now, there was nothing every single one of these girls wouldn’t do to protect their precious captain.

You let her sit on the training floor, Viv already in front of her and taking her boots off while Beth brought her slippers over. Lotte was taking pictures of Leah playing with Katie while Alessia sat beside you as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“She feels safe with you. I hope you’ll let us be a safe place for her too.”

“I think she’d love nothing more, Less.”

[elliesmainhoe]

Happy Mothers Day!!

HBO!Ellie Williams X MotherFigure!Reader

THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18 SO THIS FIC IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!!!!

Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing.

Contents: tooth rotting fluff, happiness, extreme cuteness

Pancakes were supposed to be simple. Key word supposed.

Ellie woke up at the ass crack of dawn that morning, she had set her alarm clock for 6m and had switched yours off- discreetly forcing you into sleeping over time. She'd gathered all the ingredients the recipe had told her. Said recipe having been ripped out of the book they were originally in and found laying near a library a little outside of Jackson.

Ellie had squeezed fresh apple juice as she waited for the first pancake to cook through. A bad habit of Ellie's was losing track of time, she got carried away, squeezing the apple juice lead to her finding cutlery which lead to her cleaning said cutlery which lead to finding the right tray to put the silverware on. Ending up with the smell of burning flooding the kitchen.

She slammed the kitchens door, attempting to stop the smoke from wafting through the house alerting you of her antics and waking you up. She opened the window, the chilly air ventilating out the smell of smoke before she turned off the stove.

To say the pancake was a little crisp would be a bit of an understatement.

Shit. She only had enough for two, one for you, one for her. Oh well... She'll have the burnt one, today's about you anyways.

Take two was a little more successful a bit crisp on the edges but it'll do. She flopped them onto the two blue and white china plates- covering yours in fruit and hers in chocolate, balancing them on a wooden tray with the two glasses of juice before she took to the stairs.

She nudged open the door with her foot as she walked into the dark room, curtains closed and blocking out the ever insistent sunrise from seeping into your bedroom.

Cautiously, she placed the tray on your bedside table quietly before tiptoeing over to you window and drawing the curtains apart- the warm glow of the morning lightening the space.

Ellie watched as your eyes fluttered open. "Fuck kiddo. What time is it?" You grunted rolling over to look at your alarm clock 7:45am. 1 hour and 30 minutes late for patrol. Before you opened your mouth the soft voice of your daughter interrupted you.

"Don't worry Mom... I talked to Maria and she cancelled your patrol today" her hand gestured towards the tray of overlooked pancakes, before she whispered a shy "Happy mothers day mama..."

"Oh sweet girl come here" you opened your eyes as a blur of brown hair launched itself at you, her arms wrapping around you and giggling when you pecked her forehead lovingly.

"I tried to make you breakfast. It's not the best but-"

"It looks amazing kiddo. Thank you so much_ you smiled into her hair, before scooching up the bed- your back meeting the headboard as you move the tray onto your lap.

You took a bite of the fruit covered pancake, and honestly you couldn't tell whether or not Ellie was a culinary genius or you were just a smitten mother. Because fuck it tasted good.

Ellie's doe eyes looked up at you expectantly and with worry and anticipation. "Well done Ellie. This tastes so so so so good. You gotta cook for me more often now kid." You hummed, she seemed content with your answer.

"oh wait I got you something else" the girl said darting off your bed and out of the room before swiftly returning with what looked like... A sketch book? "I uh didn't really know what to get you and I thought you would enjoy something personal... So..." She shoved the sketch book into your hands "here."

You set your food aside, opting to open up the leather bound pad of paper instead. The first page read.

To Mom.

I know how much you like my drawings so I decided to put something together for you. Happy Mothers day.

Love Ellie.

You flipped to the next page and there was a beautiful sketch of you, sitting a the barstool of your kitchen island, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose as you read a new recipe

The next one was of you and Ellie. She had sketched out and traced the photo you both took in the malls arcade.

The next one was of a cartoon giraffe wearing a space suit on the moon.

It went on and on and on for 80 pages, sketches of you, her favourite things, her favourite hobbies, her favourite people it was so so so beautiful.

A single tear dripped down your cheek, "come over here baby" you sniffles hugging your girl tightly "my baby's so talented..." You hummed hands playing with her hair as she smiled joyfully.

"Thank you so much kiddo.."

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I actually celebrated mothers day 2 months ago! But I have baby fever rn so here I am again, healing Ellie Williams mommy issues.

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