#unwind personal junk

[yapperblog]

Tags: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, kinda mean Joost.

Explicit RPF below, don't interact if you are not comfortable with that; +18

You walk down a busy street, the path is familiar to you – it leads to the Internet Cafe, where you go to do your personal admin tasks and unwind playing games after a stressful day at work. It is already dark outside, but the sound of rain splattering onto your umbrella and lights of the nearby shops shining from the windows as you walk past are keeping you company.

As you reach your destination, you notice a printed note on the door "Today we are closing for maintenance at 10pm. Come back tomorrow for usual working hours." You sigh, as you usually prefer to stay for longer, the whole point of it being open 24/7.

Familiar clacking of the keyboard, murmur of conversations and laughter of groups of people engaged in a computer game greets you as you walk in. You put away your umbrella and head to the administrator's desk. Your heart starts pounding faster, as it does every time you see him. Joost, who works at the cafe, is sitting at his desk, a usual scowl on his face and a cigarette hanging from his lips, even though there is a No smoking sign. He is the sole reason this place is running as smoothly as it does, he keeps every customer at check. From the first time you came here, you could tell everyone is scared of him due to his mean attitude, but it thrills you – the smudged eyeliner look he has, his style, how he towers over everyone, it all excites you. You haven't talked to him much, he keeps it pretty short with everyone, an uninterested look on his face, so getting a few words from him always seems like a win.

You unbutton your jacket and fix your skirt, which you wore just for him – today it is even shorter than usual. He doesn't talk much, but you can feel his eyes on you, when you wear those skirts. How he rolls his eyes, when you bat your eyes at him asking for help on the computer, even though you know how to fix it yourself, he is annoyed, but never denies your ask for help. It excites you knowing you have some effect on him.

"Hi, 2 hours please." you say as you reach his desk, sliding the exact amount of cash for 2 hours on the computer and internet.

"We close at 10 today." he doesn't look up, takes your money.

"I saw the note." you say and before he can point at what computer is free, you chime in. "I was thinking...do you need any help?"

He stops typing, stares at the screen and then looks up at you. You smile cheerily, "I can help with the maintenance, whatever that is, or I can vacuum. It will be faster together." yet his facial expression doesn't change from the usual bored scowl.

"We are fine." he says and turns back to the computer.

"5th computer is yours for 2 hours" he points at the direction of the desk.

You turn around to walk towards it, not entirely surprised by his answer, but it was worth a try. You say hi to other usual customers you've become friends with. As you take a seat, you look behind your shoulder, catching Joost staring at the exposed skin provided by your short skirt. You can't help but clench your thighs together, hoping he notices how a simple glance from him arouses you, wishing it was him touching you directly.

2 hours go by fast. You throw your head back laughing at something a guy next to you said. He is funny, and has been a good company, you put your hand on his thigh, not meaning anything by it, other than trying to catch yourself as you laugh again leaning forward. On accident your eyes meet Joost, who is watching your hand on the guy's thigh – his scowl angrier than usual, the cigarette letting out smoke as it hangs from his lips.

"It's 10pm. Everyone – out." Joost stands up to announce and walks towards the desks with a trash bag to collect any junk left by the customers.

You start to pack your things, when you feel a hand on your upper arm. It's a guy you met earlier, "I was thinking, maybe you want to grab a drink with me? There is a good bar nearby. If you are not busy."

You are about to reply, when you hear a familiar deep voice coming from behind you. "She is helping here today."

You turn to face Joost. "I thought you said-"

"Yeah. Change of plans. Are you staying or no?"

You look at the guy, who is still waiting for your answer. "Sorry, I can't today."

The last customer leaves – it's just you and Joost now. You stand awkwardly, not really having expected your evening to turn out this way.

"Grab the trash bag, throw out anything that's not supposed to be on the desks. And wipe them down later, cleaning wipes are next to the printer. I will vacuum. The guys should come soon to update the computers." you just stare at him, this must be the most you've heard him talk.

"What?" he asks with raised eyebrows after you don't reply.

"Nothing." you giggle and grab the trash bag. This should be fun.

It is not a big space, so you keep bumping into each other, as he vacuums under the desks, you mutter little sorries, but he keeps at task, seemingly in his own world. His presence in the same room feels electric, now that everyone else is gone, you want his attention more than ever. You bend down and reach forward on the desk as if to pick up the trash at the back of it, your skirt bunching up higher revealing even more skin. You know he notices it, you don't even have to look back to feel his eyes on you. Even a little brush of his arm next to you makes your breath hitch, you wonder if he can tell. Was it jealousy that made him change his mind and let you stay? You want to talk to him, but the constant noise of the vacuum cleaner makes it impossible.

The next time, you intentionally pick a desk to clean right where he is vacuuming. You lean against it and your ass brushes against his hip. He doesn't move away, you wiggle your hips slightly. The noise suddenly stops.

"What are you doing?" he asks. Only the buzz of computers running and your both heavy breathing can be heard in the room. You haven't noticed how worked up he has gotten you just by being close, but seeing how his own chest is rising and falling you can guess it had the same effect on him.

"What do you mean?" you are still in the same position, and he also hasn't moved. He looks down at where your ass meets his hip. The cool metal clasp of his pants feels nice on your skin. You play coy and it thrills you what he will do about it. "I am cleaning the desks as you told me to, am I not?"

He groans and the sound of it makes you grin.

"Well, I think you missed a spot." his voice is lower than usual.

"Huh? Where?"

"Right there." he points at the suspicious stain at the back of the desk. You lean in to reach it, when you feel him move behind you. A pair of warm hands holding your waist, it makes you stop in your tracks, suddenly hot all over.

"Why did you stop? Should I help you?" his crotch is pressed behind you.

"I don't think I see it. I do need some help."

His palm slides from your waist up to your shoulder, down your arm, as he reaches your hand, holding it gently, his chest now pressed against your back. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your throat. The weight of his body on you, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes he smokes makes your head spin. You can't help but arch your back, a quiet moan slipping past your lips.

You hear him huff next to your ear. "Such a pretty girl. Coming here flaunting in your tiny skirts." he speaks quietly and a chill runs down your spine.

"Always the loudest laugh in the room." he continues and moves your hand to wipe down the stain, holding it firmly in his own. "But I can't even bring myself to say anything, because I love the sound of it." he admits. "Don't think I don't notice you."

"Oh, I know you notice." you try to calm your breathing, but fail miserably, it comes out more as a pathetic whimper. He chuckles at how fast he has gotten you wrapped around his finger.

"So you wear it just for me?" he continues moving your hand, his lips ghosting over your neck. "Not these other guys?"

"Only you. I don't need anyone else." you try to turn your head to look at him, but he straightens up and holds the back of your neck.

"Fuck." he groans, you can feel he is getting hard, the rough material of his jeans still pressed against you. You want him to know how wet he got you. "What should I do with you?"

His hand starts trailing from waist down to your thigh, when you hear the door open. He quickly takes a step back from you, turning away. You also stand up from the desk, fixing your hair.

"Hi. We are here for the computer updates?" one of the men says.

Joost goes up to greet them and show around. "Continue cleaning." he calls out to you, when walking past.

After awhile you start to get bored, now that you are not alone, Joost has gone back to ignoring you. The lack of his hands on you makes you feel so lonely, you can still remember the weight and warmth of him pressing you onto the desk, and it is still not enough. He is sitting at his desk, lighting up another cigarette, you watch him flick a lighter, taking a few deep drags filling his lungs with smoke.

You walk towards him. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

He looks around the room, "Honestly.. no. You can go home, you know." there is a hint in his voice that shows he feels bad for keeping you here waiting around for whatever reason. You must have better ways of spending the night rather than this dirty old place.

"I can stay." you reassure him. "I want to help you finish your shift." you trace a nail down his bicep. He looks at your hand, then back up at your face. After his confession of loving the sound of your laugh and calling you a pretty girl you became bolder. His eyes shift to the men still working on the computers, "How long will this take?" he calls out to them.

They shrug, looking at each other. "Like another.. hour or so." one of them replies. Your head drops in defeat, why is it taking so long.

"Sure you don't want to go home?" Joost asks you again.

"I'm sure."

"To help me finish the shift you said?" he laughs. And it makes you stop in your tracks. This is the first time you heard him laugh, what a beautiful sound. You need more of it.

"You are doing it again." he says, his attention back to the computer.

"Doing what?"

"Staring at me silently."

"I am fascinated by you." you want to smooth down the messy strands of hair sticking out in the back of his head. But restrict yourself not to push your luck too much.

"You are so weird." he says putting out his cigarette in an ashtray. "If you need something to do, here take the pencils, sharpen them." You sigh and take the pencils and the sharpener.

You are sitting at the opposite side of where the two men are busy working on computers, their chatter can be heard in the room. You have the perfect vision of Joost, from where you sit facing him, conveniently hidden from anyone else's eyes. He keeps checking on you, humming a melody while sharpening the pencils, as if it is the most interesting task in the world. He seems to have gotten back to his previous uninterested demeanour or just tries to act this way around others. You wave your fingers at him and shoot a smile. He shakes his head at you and is about to turn back to the computer, when you uncross your legs, slowly pushing them apart just for his viewing pleasure, you trace a pencil from your upper thigh closer to your skirt, raising it higher and higher, revealing the side of your panties. You look into his eyes, the bright blue irises almost invisible at this point, how aroused he is.

"We are done." the man stands up and starts to pack up their bags. Joost all but jumps out of his seat. "Thank you guys." and starts to walk them out of the door.

The door closes, the silence surrounding you both again. The anticipation is killing you, you tentatively stand up and head in his direction.

"I sharpened the pencils." you say showing him the sharp ends.

"Good." he takes the pencils, placing them on a nearby desk.

His back is turned to you, you take an opportunity to glide your hands along his back muscles. He doesn't scold you, or move away, so you continue working your hands up to his shoulders, down his arms. "You seem so tense."

You don't have time to react, he moves so quick pinning you to a desk behind you. The backs of your legs pressed against it, he is mere inches away from you, holding both your wrists in one hand. Joost leans his face down toward yours, his hand sliding down to your neck as he rests it there. His eyes dart between your soft lips and eyes.

"You really wanna get fucked here? Want me to pause my work for a needy slut?" He growls lowly, keeping a firm grip on your neck as he brings his face close to yours, his other hand holding your waist. The sudden change makes your head spin as you smile and look up at him through your lashes. You are finally getting exactly what you wanted. "Yes, please." your smile grows with your arousal as you keep your lidded eyes on his handsome face, plastered with frustration.

You wait for his next move, smiling innocently at him, even though there is not a single innocent thought in your head right now. "I want you, Joost." you say into his ear. He leans into your neck, his lips and moustache ghosting over the sensitive skin. You think he might kiss you, but he licks a stripe on your neck, it makes you moan louder than you anticipated and suddenly he turns you around. His hand pressing down on the back of your neck pushing you into the desk.

"I can give you what you want." he presses his crotch against you. It makes you gasp, you can feel he is big, it excites you to no end, just like the sound of the metal clacking, in the peripheral of your position you can see him undoing his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free his erection. You were right, he is big – it will be a stretch, but so pleasurable, you are ready for anything he will give you. He wraps his hand around his dick, the tip already dripping pre-cum.

"You want this as bad as I do, don't you?" you ask, wiggling your ass at him.

He just groans in response, still working on his dick, looking down at you. In a swift motion, he flips your skirt up, exposing your panties to him.

"If you wanna pretend you're all angry with me you can, I always liked watching you get angry at other customers." you tease, feeling a new wave of arousal wash over you when you feel his eyes on you.

"Hurry up." you press yourself further into him.

He takes a hold of your hips, taking off your panties in a swift motion and slides his thumb down to your clit, rubbing slow teasing circles over it, effectively shutting you up. The hand he has on the back of your neck tightens against you as he watches your mouth open in a small o, your eyes rolling back in your head. "So fucking easy, I touch you a little and you behave," Joost says, his cock dripping pre-cum against your ass as he throbs watching your face contort from pleasure.

"I am not easy." you try to argue.

"No?" he speeds up his movements on your clit, the wet sound filling the room. "Look at you. I have barely touched you and you are already dripping wet." his fingers move to your hole, he dips one finger in, soon after the second finger follows.

You try to press your thighs together as he continues sliding his fingers in and out of you, but Joost is having none of that. His large thigh knocks your knees apart, keeping you spread open for him so he has full access to your pussy.

"M-mmmm" You moan, your ass wiggling back against him as you try to escape the intense pleasure he was giving you – or were you trying to get more? You are so lost in pleasure. "I want you inside. Put it in." you try to meet his eyes from your position. "Please."

He looks down at you, slowing down his movements, but not completely. "I don't have any condoms on me, sweetheart."

"That's okay. You can do it raw. I don't mind." you plead. "I am on the pill."

He grew even harder than before, your teary eyes and needy voice fogging his judgement. He spends a few more moments stretching you out on his fingers, listening to your moans, what makes you louder, making sure you are ready for him.

You whined at the loss of his fingers, but the feeling was soon replaced by the fat head of his cock. You reach your hand behind you, wrapping your hand around his cock. "Fuck." he exhales loudly as you move your hand from his head along the shaft. You rub the head up and down your folds, mixing his precum with your juices, making sure his cock was nice and wet before he fucked you. But also to hear more of his sounds, you could get drunk on every sound that leaves his mouth.

"Enough, baby. Or the fun will end far too soon for my liking." he moves your hand away.

"I am glad you are having fun, baby." you tease him at the use of a petname already. You wiggle your hips and hear a groan from him. "And you say I'm easy."

The smile from your lips changes into a moan, as you feel him catching his head against your entrance and pressing against it teasingly before he pulles back, making you whine. "Please."

"Please what?" he asks. You didn't miss the teasing tone in his voice, it was his turn to play with you now. "I need you inside. Please" you begged, pouting against his desk as you tried to look back at him, even though it is hard from your position. Joost releases the back of your neck to grab both of your wrists in one large hand, keeping them restrained against your lower back, as he slides his dick slowly into you. The stretch is there, but it is quickly replaced by pleasure when he starts to move dragging against your walls, there is no resistance at how wet you are.

He speeds up the pace of his hips against you, the slapping echoing louder in the room as he abuses your g-spot with his dick. "What's wrong? Too much?" Joost asks, faux sympathy laced in his voice. You can only moan in response. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He groans.

He reaches down to rub your clit, feeling you clench around him. Your legs are shaking from the intense pleasure flooding your body. Joost's balls slapping harshly against your clit, making your brain turn to mush as he fucks you so deep.

He is getting embarrassingly close to his release, he hasn't gotten laid in awhile and you are making it so hard for him to last. He leans forward, his chest flush against your back as he crushes you with his weight, his hand restraining your wrists being crushed between your bodies, his mouth right against your ear as he says, "So fucking good for me."

Your eyes roll back in your head each time his fat tip brushes against your sweet spot deep inside you. "Would you have said yes to that guy asking you out?" He whispers, his deep voice in your ear sending goosebumps down your spine. His possessiveness makes you feel hot all over.

"Yes." you lie to see his reaction. "I wanted to agree."

"Oh yeah?" his thrusts get harder, both of his hand gripping your hips, moving you to meet his thrusts. "Would you let him fuck you like this?"

Your pussy squeezes tightly around his cock as he fucks you open for him. He keeps his weight against you, his balls slapping against your thighs making lewd noises to echo around the cafe. "Answer me."

"No." you confess. "I would have never gone with him. I already said I only want you."

"Good." he says and your moans increase in frequency, you are squeezing him impossibly tight. "I'm so close" you moan feeling the familiar pleasure spread in your lower stomach. His weight on you, the fact that it is a public place, empty but public nonetheless, his smell all around you, his sharp thrusts inside you make you closer to your peak by the second. "Do it. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl, c'mon." He coos into your ear, his own dick twitching inside you with his impending release as he keeps the same pace up, working you higher and higher to your orgasm.

Your eyes screw shut and your mouth falls open in a loud moan. "Yeah, that's it- oh fuck" Joost groans as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your moans sound shaky as the rest of your body jolts as it was wracked with your high.

Joost's hips still against your ass as his cock twitches inside you with every rope of cum he shoots deep inside. His balls clench with his cock as he releases inside you, groaning loudly against your ear. You whine back, keeping your thighs pressed together as he rolls his hips against you, letting your walls milk him entirely before he stops moving. "So good." Joost huffs as he comes down from his high, his body crushing yours even more as he relaxed against you from such intense orgasm.

He was still deep inside you and he could already feel how his cum was spilling out around his dick from how much he came. "It is getting hard to breathe..." you whisper against the desk, your cheek being squished into the wood by his body on you. Joost quickly stands up. "Sorry." he groans as he slowly pulls his spent cock out of you.

You hiss as he slides out of you. Your walls clenching around him in instinct, making him wince as your pussy hugs his tip before he slid it fully out of you. He reaches over your body to grab the tissues on the side of his desk, grabbing a couple as he wipes gently against your thighs. He cleans up himself and tucks back into his pants.

He helps you to your feet, you stand on shaky legs, reaching around his shoulders for support. He pulls your panties back up and fixes your skirt.

You can feel his arms wrap around your waist, helping you stand and come back to Earth. You realise you are hugging, he just came inside you, but you are melting at the simple hug.

"Thank you." you say quietly looking up at him from where your head lays on his shoulder.

"Thanking me? For what? Did I fuck you so well?" he asks, looking down at you, tucking a strand behind your ear. Something has changed in him, you can tell, he seems softer.

"For letting me stay." you say. "And yes, you did fuck well. I can still barely stand." you laugh.

He smiles at that, your words boasting his ego. "You can stay any time."

"Any time?" your voice comes out almost a squeak how excited you are.

"We are literally open 24/7." he says after a pause and laughs, you slap his chest lightly and laugh too.

[literaleyekon]

✦ SOAKED L.R

“y/n is having some problems, Lara wants to help?”

pairing. [Lara Raj] x [fem!reader] gn! prns used (i forgot mb)

genre. [smut, NSFW]

wc. [1.4k]

notes. [I can’t write smut but oh well darlings don’t forget to keep both hands where i can see them.😉]

now playing. [Soaked] - shy smith

✦ “YOU GET ME SO SOAKED”

As Y/n arrived at Lara's cozy apartment, they were greeted with a warm smile. Lara's long, dark hair framed her soft features, and her gentle eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of her friend. The girls had planned a low-key evening, catching up on their favorite TV show and indulging in some junk food. It was a simple pleasure, but for these two, it was the perfect way to unwind.

"Hey, Y/n! Come on in," Lara said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I've got the snacks ready, and the new episode is about to start. It's gonna be a great night!"

Y/n stepped inside, feeling the familiar comfort of Lara's home. They dropped their overnight bag by the door and made their way to the living room, where a cozy setup awaited them. Pillows and blankets were scattered on the couch, creating a snug haven.

"This looks amazing, Lara. You always know how to make a sleepover special," Y/n said, plopping down on the soft cushions.

The girls settled in, chatting about their week while munching on chips and dipping into a bowl of creamy dip. As the episode began, they fell into a comfortable silence, engrossed in the onscreen drama.

But as the night wore on, Y/n's thoughts began to wander. They had been feeling a bit down lately, burdened by a secret they had never shared with anyone, not even Lara. Y/n was a virgin, and not by choice. They craved intimacy and the connection that came with it, but every attempt at dating had ended in disappointment.

"Hey, Lara," Y/n said, their voice laced with hesitation. "Can I talk to you about something personal?"

Lara paused the show, her eyes filled with concern. "Of course, Y/n. You know you can tell me anything."

Y/n took a deep breath, steeling themselves for the confession. "I... I've been feeling a bit down lately. I'm still a virgin, and it's not like I haven't tried dating. I just... I can't seem to find the right person. It's frustrating, you know?"

Lara's eyes widened, and she reached out to squeeze Y/n's hand. "Oh, honey, I had no idea. I'm so sorry you've been feeling this way. You know, I've always been here for you, and I want to help."

Y/n smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift from their shoulders. "Thanks, Lara. I just needed to get it off my chest. I know it's silly, but it's been bothering me."

Lara's face softened, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's not silly at all. And you know, I've always had a soft spot for you, Y/n. I'd love to help you explore your desires."

Her words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. They had always been aware of the unspoken attraction between them, but neither had acted on it. Until now.

"Really? I mean, I've felt the same way, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship," Y/n admitted, their voice barely above a whisper.

Lara's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Who said anything about ruining our friendship? I think it's time we explored this attraction, don't you?"

As Lara leaned forward, Y/n's heart raced. They could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating. Without a word, they closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a gentle exploration, a silent agreement to take things further.

The kiss deepened, and Y/n felt Lara's tongue brush against their lips, seeking entrance. They parted their lips willingly, and the sensation of Lara's warm, wet tongue dancing with their own sent a wave of pleasure through their body. Lara's hands cupped Y/n's face, holding them close as she kissed them with a passion that took their breath away.

As the kiss continued, Lara's hands began to wander, gently caressing Y/n's neck and shoulders. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss, their hands gripping Lara's hips, pulling her closer. The heat between them was palpable, and they could feel their desire building with every touch.

Breaking the kiss, Lara smiled, her eyes glistening with desire. "I've wanted to do that for so long, Y/n. And I want to do so much more."

Y/n's heart was pounding, and they nodded, unable to find the words to express their longing. Lara's fingers traced a path down Y/n's neck, pausing at the collar of their shirt. With a gentle tug, she began to unbutton it, her touch sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

"Let's take this slow, okay?" Lara whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's skin. "I want to savor every moment."

Y/n could only nod, their body on fire with anticipation. Lara's hands were gentle as she slid the shirt off Y/n's shoulders, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. She took her time, her fingers tracing the delicate lace, sending tingles down Y/n's body.

"You're so beautiful, Y/n," Lara murmured, her lips brushing against Y/n's collarbone. "I want to taste every inch of you."

With that, she lowered herself, her lips finding the sensitive skin just above Y/n's bra. She kissed and sucked gently, leaving a trail of kisses down to the swell of Y/n's breasts. Y/n arched their back, encouraging Lara to continue her exploration.

Lara's hands cupped Y/n's breasts, her thumbs brushing against the hardened nipples through the lace. Y/n gasped, their body trembling with pleasure. Lara's mouth found a nipple, and she sucked it gently through the fabric, causing Y/n to moan loudly.

"Please, Lara," Y/n pleaded, their voice hoarse with desire. "I need more."

Lara smiled against Y/n's breast, her breath hot and moist. "Oh, I plan to give you so much more, my sweet Y/n."

With that, she gently removed Y/n's bra, revealing their full, firm breasts. Lara's eyes darkened with desire as she took in the sight, her hands reaching out to cup and squeeze the soft flesh. Y/n's nipples stood erect, begging for attention.

Lara lowered her head, her lips capturing a taut nipple. She sucked and teased, her tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while her fingers gently pinched and rolled the other nipple. Y/n's hands were buried in Lara's hair, holding her close as waves of pleasure washed over them.

"Oh, God, Lara," Y/n panted. "Your mouth feels so good. Don't stop."

Lara's response was to increase the intensity, her mouth working feverishly. She sucked and nibbled, her tongue flicking and teasing, driving Y/n wild with desire. Y/n's hips bucked off the couch, their body desperate for more stimulation.

Sensing Y/n's need, Lara trailed kisses down Y/n's stomach, her hands gently caressing their inner thighs. She paused at the waistband of Y/n's jeans, her breath hot against the sensitive skin.

"I want to taste you, Y/n," Lara whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Let me pleasure you with my mouth."

Y/n's eyes widened, their heart racing at the thought. They had never experienced oral pleasure before, and the idea of Lara's skilled mouth on their most intimate place was almost too much to bear.

"Please, Lara," Y/n begged, their voice trembling. "I want to feel you there. I need it."

Lara smiled, her eyes filled with determination. She unbuttoned Y/n's jeans and slowly slid them down their legs, revealing the lacy black panties beneath. Y/n's breath caught in their throat as Lara's fingers gently stroked their inner thighs, edging closer to their core.

Lara's mouth replaced her fingers, her warm breath teasing Y/n's sensitive skin. She kissed and nibbled her way up Y/n's thighs, her hands gently holding them open, exposing their glistening pussy. Y/n's heart was pounding, their body on fire with anticipation.

"You're so wet, Y/n," Lara murmured, her voice a soft purr. "I can't wait to taste you."

With that, she lowered her head, her tongue extending to flick at Y/n's clit through the damp fabric of their panties. Y/n gasped, their body jerking at the sudden contact. Lara's tongue was relentless, circling and flicking, driving Y/n to the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh, God, Lara! Yes, right there," Y/n cried out, their hips thrusting upwards, seeking more contact.

Lara's hands gripped Y/n's thighs, holding them open as her mouth worked its magic. She pulled Y/n's panties to the side, exposing their swollen, glistening pussy. Her tongue delved deep, exploring every fold and crevice, sending Y/n into a frenzy of pleasure.

Y/n's hands gripped the couch cushions, their body writhing as Lara's tongue teased and pleasured them. She sucked on Y/n's clit, her fingers slipping inside their wetness, curling and stroking in perfect rhythm. Y/n's moans filled the room, their orgasm building to an intense peak.

"I'm gonna come, Lara! Oh, God, I'm so close!" Y/n cried out, their body trembling.

Lara's response was to increase her efforts, her tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. She sucked and licked, her fingers thrusting deep, driving Y/n over the edge. Y/n's body convulsed, their orgasm ripping through them with an intensity they had never experienced before.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Y/n lay panting, their body spent and satisfied. Lara crawled up their body, her lips finding Y/n's in a tender kiss.

"That was incredible, Y/n," Lara whispered, her eyes filled with adoration. "I've wanted to do that for so long. I hope it was everything you needed."

Y/n smiled, their heart overflowing with gratitude and desire. "It was perfect, Lara. I never knew it could be like this. I want to make you feel the same way."

Lara's eyes darkened with anticipation. "Oh, Y/n, I can't wait to feel your mouth on me. But first, let's take a moment to catch our breath. We have all night, and I plan to make the most of it."

With that, they snuggled close, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their first sexual encounter. The night was far from over, and both girls knew that the best was yet to come.

As they lay entwined, their bodies still buzzing with pleasure, Y/n realized that this sleepover had become something far more significant.

Little did they know, the night had only just begun...

[romihearts]

married life ! ┊ft. nene, aoi, akane, teru

synopsis. married life with them.

content. fluff, gn reader, intended lowercase

her notes. can mokkes be used as a pillow

— yashiro nene

married life would be quite calm and relaxing.

housework is split 50/50 but if you or her is very tired from work one of you would offer to do the other's chores for a bit

even the simplest things like the two of you cooking together makes your heart skip a beat !

the two of you have a pet hamster by nene's request :3

if the two of you aren't busy, she'd plan small dates around the town or city you reside in.

the dates would commonly consist of looking at cute appliances, furniture and whatnot.

grocery shopping is quite a hard thing because most of the time the two of you end up with a few of the things you planned to buy and the rest consist of junk food

either way, married life with her is really comforting : ) she'd always be there for you like you'd be there for her

the early morning light entered through your shared home, illuminating you and your beloved in bed, you awake while nene was still asleep.

you cherished moments like these, the warmth and comfort felt around made you feel so safe. even having her beside you is already enough for your heart. not to mention how cute she looks. despite her sayings that there are better people out there, she forgets that you chose her, and she chose you.

you felt so lucky to have her.

— akane aoi ; m

married life with him would be busy yet fun!

in terms of housework, it's 50/50 aswell on mosy occasions but he'd really prefer to do the job for you! especially if you're tired from work.

he'd be the type to wake up earlier than you to cook you breakfast :3 and i feel like he's not really a morning person but he feels better if it's you he's waking up for.

another hc is that he commonly listens to jazz or classical music, and when he plays it out loud while both of you are cleaning you two would end up dancing : )

for dates, he prefers them the typical way. a romantic dinner, a walk on the dock at night, etc. despite it being generic, he'll always enjoy any second he spends with his significant other.

if the two of you go shopping, he becomes very strict and acts like your babysitter TT he wouldn't allow any things that aren't planned to be bought. althoouugh,, if you bat your eyelashes at him, tilt your head, and ask in the most polite way, he reluctantly allow to let you buy something.

it was 8:57 pm, and the sound of water running and dishes clashing were the only thing to be heard at the moment. you and akane had just finished eating dinner and you offered to do the dishes considering he already ran the rest of the errands earlier.

until, akane caught you off guard by wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. it was uncommon for akane to do this, yet it still continues to surprise you. "kane, im doing the dishes, you can hug me later." you giggle out yet he just tightens his hold around you.

"but i want to hug you now." akane said nonchalantly. accepting it, you continue with the dishes while your beloved was embracing you.

— aoi akane ; f

married life with her would be fulfilling.

despite the fact that she's popular and whatnot, i feel she'd prefer a secluded and comforting life

for housework, she'd offer to do all of the chores but of course, you need to help aswell so she reluctantly lets you TT

she'd be the type to buy you flowers !! and with this, your house would probably be filled with flowers too

in the privacy of your home, she lets herself unwind and confide in you, without anyone else's expectation of her : )

she'd like cuddling too! just the two of you on the couch, close to eachother while simply watching a movie makes her happy

for dates, i feel like she'd enjoy on of those craft studios, specifically pottery making! even though its quite cliché, she likes it when you're behind her, helping her through the pottery process too >< oh and she'd definitely love dates to the zoo aswell !! especially if she's with you,she likes admiring the animals : )

she's kinda lenient with letting you put whatever you want in the shopping cart when you two are going grocery shopping, but she's the type to secretly put them back too 😭

"thank you for the date, [name]." aoi said, the two of your were walking around the zoo whilst talking about each other's day and jobs. "it's no problem aoi, i love being with you, really." you responded while aoi blushes a bit a your statement.

"well, for this date, i'd like to treat you to!" aoi beamed. "how about some ice cream? what flavor do you want?" she continued to ask despite you really insisting its fine. but, you faltered against her, seeing her focused face makes youe heart melt and you eventually let her treat you.

"thank you for the ice cream too, aoi" you said, while the both of you continued chatting with your ice creams.

— teru minamoto

married life with him would be chaotic but fun.

teru's good on almost all aspect of housework! except cooking.

he'd try to cook you breakfast but he fails at even cracking the eggs TT for some reason the eggs exploded when he tried cracking them???

another time, he tried baking and the cookies came out burnt and charred.. and incredibly salty too..

after those times, you forbid him from the kitchen.

he'd be clingy, super clingy. if he comes home exhausted from exorcist work, he'd only want to have you in his embrace and won't let you go until for a few hours.

he'd be super romantic when it comes to dates. literally giving you a bouquet full of roses and asking you out for dinner. with the tuxedo suit too.

grocery shopping with him is a 50/50. most of the times you get what you need and only that. but the other half, you two end up getting unnecessary things TT

a loud bang could be heard from the kitchen, it was early in the morning and you noticed your lover out of bed. you could have only guessed what happened. you immediately got out of bed and headed to your shared kitchen, seeing your husband's focused and beautiful face on.. charred eggs?

"ah, [name] you're finally awake!" teru said, his eyes lighting up once he saw you. "i made you breakfast, do you want some?" he asked as you stepped forward to him, taking a look at his work. it was, unidentifiable? you guessed that the beige colored whatever the shape was pancakes..? the look on his face and the food he made was really contradictory.

despite that, you offered to cook breakfast instead. even if your husband can't cook, that doesn't take away from the fact you love him.

[ovwechoes]

Sleepless Nights & Supports (Headcanons) I can't sleep and my head's focused on writing, so I'm taking it as an opportunity to talk about what the supports would do if they couldn't sleep, and how that would affect them. My asks are open, and requests are welcome!

Ana Amari: Ana struggles a lot with sleeping, and always has. It's her kryptonite, and it's something she's become accustomed to. If she doesn't simply give into the lack of sleep and carry on with her day as though she had a restful night, Ana will often be found doing household chores. Things like laundry, cleaning, sorting her junk drawer, tasks of that nature help her to unwind and get back to sleep when she knows she needs it. Ana's the type of person who usually can cope for the day with any amount of sleep, though, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't complain to anyone who asked about her night about it. She's not groggy, just whiny when she's tired.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin: Baptiste can be inpatient when he can't sleep - he doesn't fathom how it could take longer than 10 minutes to fall asleep, even when Angela's explained this to him. It's hard for him to be patient and give his body the time it needs to get to sleep, so often he'll rush the process by having alcohol before bed. His favourite is red wine, often enjoying a glass or so if he can't sleep that night. However, Baptiste has a bad habit of drinking too much out of frustration for not being able to sleep, resulting in awful hangovers that require IV drips from Angela for the mission that day. He's not the type to be restless, but Baptiste's not really able to sleep when he has a lot on his mind, or when his past is lurking in the corners of his thoughts.

Brigitte Lindholm: Brigitte's one of the lucky few who can sleep anywhere, anytime with very little needed to get her to sleep. She flaunts it from time to time, bragging about how she can get to sleep very easily, and can get as much sleep as she wants no matter what. However, when she is restless and unable to relax her body and mind to sleep, Brigitte can be found doing very straining tasks, forcing herself into an exhausted state and resulting in an episode of hypersomnia. You'll find her in the gym, relentlessly exercising until she can barely think nor stand fully without feeling as though her body's going to collapse into itself. Brigitte's been scolded many times by Angela and her teammates, often being told that she doesn't need to do this to tire herself out, but she won't listen. It's the fastest, most efficient way for her to go to sleep and her pride won't let her admit that it's not the healthiest thing to do.

Illari Quispe Ruize: Like Ana, Illari is accustomed to lack of sleep and has found ways to cope throughout the day when she's gotten next to no sleep. It's something common for her, and she doesn't tend to force herself to do anything to get back to sleep or make it more comfortable. She's tried everything - drugstore sleep meds, magnesium glycinate, lavender pillow sprays, everything she possibly can. It's never helped, though, and for years she took this as something she'd have to live with. Illari viewed it as her personal punishment, so until she met Angela and was prescribed PRN medication to help with her sleep, she never did anything about it. Now, she takes diphenhydramine, an antihistamine that causes drowsiness and can act as a sleep aid, needed only for the moments when she desperately can't sleep. It took Illari a while to actually use them, and she feels silly knowing she didn't for so long with how effective they can be for her. It's something she's thankful to Angela for, and understands now the importance of getting proper sleep.

Kiriko Kamori: Kiriko doesn't struggle with her sleep as much as she used to, often finding her vigilante activities drain her quickly. However, if she's pushed herself too far and can't go back to sleep, you'll find her doing mindless activities like nonograms and sudoku, tiring her mind out until she has to give into the sleep. It's something she's always done to help relax her, and now it's used as her own personal sleep medication. Kiriko's the type of person who sometimes works herself to death, forgetting to eat or sleep because of the importance of her work and her role in the events coming up. So, when she is restless and can't fall asleep, she's usually at the end of her rope and becomes very agitated easily.

Niran Pruksamanee / Lifeweaver: You can't tell me that Niran hasn't dabbled in weed before, especially with his sleep. Niran's the type to find herbal supplements to help with his sleep, starting with CBD before using edibles and carts to help him relax and numb his mind. His restlessness comes from his imagination, and his need to improve the world around him. He'll be kept up with countless thoughts and ideas about what he could create or implement to better the Earth's environment, and it keeps him up well into the early hours of the morning if he doesn't do something to quiet his mind and shut out the thoughts for some time. It's something he doesn't like to talk about much, not wanting the opinions of others to be pushed on him unwanted, but he's always open to share with other people and get high with his colleagues if they're experienced with it too. When he is extremely tired though, he can be non-verbal, struggling to speak properly and he struggles with moving or doing things that aren't minute or necessities.

Lúcio Correia Dos Santos: Lucio's the type of person who, if they could tell they're gonna have a restless night, would have a warm cup of decaf tea, have a bubble bath with lavender scents, and would set their room up to be extremely warm so that he can encourage his body naturally to ease into sleep easier. He's used to noise and business, and often finds it comforting to sleep to because of his upbringing in the Favela, so he enjoys playing a movie or a tv show in the background of his room whilst he rests. Lucio won't be watching it, just simply using it as though it's music to settle his mind down and rest to. He's definitely the type of kid who would wake up to the scooby doo movie end credit screen that's been playing for hours on the DVD player.

Angela Ziegler / Mercy: Angela has every remedy for insomnia known to man, and has tried every single one. I like to imagine she has a spreadsheet for what kind of restlessness she's experiencing (in terms of what's causing it) to help her decide what she's going to do that night. Stuck in the past? Mindfulness journal. Aches or illness causing insomnia? Relevant flu and cold medicine to help cure her ills, alongside pain killers. Simply unable to rest her mind? Diphenhydramine will do the trick if magnesium glycinate isn't touching the sides. She's tried everything, and often rarely will have a restless night that isn't easily cured. Angela will always help those around her too with their own sleep quality, often sharing her spreadsheets for those who need/want them. However, when she can't sleep no matter what she tries, she's a pain to work with as she's groggy and snappier than usual, not tolerating any of the jokes thrown her way from her co-workers no matter who they are.

Moira O'Deorian: Moira doesn't struggle with her sleep anymore, as she's the type to prioritise it to the point where her rigorous routine tires her out to exhaustion. Sometimes, she'll have sleepless nights simply because she's working or there's construction going on wherever she's sleeping and so she can't fall asleep. The only things that really keep her up without her consent is noise, and she detests anyone that would interrupt vital time to rest her mind for the next day's research. She complained for months when Akande brought in a construction crew to redo his own bedroom, and wouldn't stop throwing daggers his way with her stares and glares. It got to the point that Sombra bought her a white noise machine, and encouraged her to try it through her refusals and rebuttals about the worthiness of such a small device. When she did though, it helped her more than she expected and now it's become an integral part of her night time routine. Moira's unapologetic about the noise as well, often claiming that if they don't like it, then they shouldn't be okay with construction for months at a time all day and night.

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Dreamland II (6x05)

After spending some time with Mulder’s partner, a few things had become glaringly obvious to Morris. For starters, these two had never bumped uglies. They might’ve investigated a lot of weird creatures in their time on the X-Files, but the beast with two backs sure as hell wasn’t one of them. Dana was so tightly wound, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d never gotten laid — either of them for that matter. The idea that the FBI’s best and brightest were a bunch of pent-up, sexually repressed virgins really shed light on the state of affairs of this country. So much for Bill Clinton’s America.

Initially, he’d wondered if maybe they had some torrid past that they ignored. Maybe they did the deed during their fed training and then got saddled with each other as partners. That was the only thing he could think of that would explain all the touching. God, had this woman ever heard of personal space? It was like every conversation they had required her to be less than six inches from his face at minimum, but heaven forbid you tried to lean in for a kiss. Sheesh.

However, he was confident in saying that nothing had ever happened between them. What a sick joke. Why they hadn’t, Morris would never understand, but it just confirmed his theory that Fox Mulder had a talent for wasting his potential. He also felt confident saying that Special Agent Dana Scully needed to get laid. Pronto.

Poor girl was so uptight, she needed to be shown a good time, and he knew more than a few ways to help her to unwind. Sure, maybe he wasn’t the ‘real’ Fox Mulder she’d always dreamt of jumping in the sack with, but he figured a little benevolent chicanery would be mutually satisfying for both of them. 

Morris thought it would have taken some convincing. He’d been getting the impression that his particular brand of charm wasn’t endearing to her, but based on the way her eyes practically fluttered shut at his dinner invitation, she’d been wanting this for a while.

The plan was in motion, now it was all down to the execution. 

Unfortunately, even from 2,500 miles away, Fox Mulder was still managing to cockblock himself. Morris had been frozen in place ever since opening the door to the bedroom — though to call it that felt like a bastardization of the English language. He’d never seen anything quite like this. It wasn’t like the rest of the apartment was in the running to be on the cover of Better Homes and Gardens by any means, but at least it was hospitable. This just looked like the den of an insane person. 

That thought elicited a frown from Morris. If this man was crazy, did that mean Morris would inherit his neuroses? On a physical level, he’d certainly enjoyed experiencing this new level of intense virility, but he certainly didn’t want to adopt whatever mental defect it is that causes a grown man to hoard copies of PLAYPEN. As if taunting him, another box of magazines fell in the corner of the room.

With a sigh of resignation, Morris set the candles down on a nearby table and grabbed the nearest phone book, flipping his way to the garbage disposal section of the Yellow Pages and ignoring the various pages that were dogeared for adult entertainment stores. He settled on calling one of those companies specializing in the quick removal of large amounts of garbage. If anything in that room was truly important, they wouldn’t be treated like a diorama of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. 

The couch had been so worn-in and comfortable that he’d accidentally fallen asleep there, so he hadn’t had a chance to assess the severity of the issue until now. Thank god whatshername, the hot blonde secretary, had to go early the other day. He cringed trying to think of what he would have done if he’d tried to bring her to the bedroom, only to find all those boxes of worthless junk filling the room. Then again, Fox Mulder was so attractive to the ladies that he’d probably be forgiven for being such a slovenly pig.

Glancing at the clock, Morris took note that he still had a bit of time before Dana would be arriving for their date. Even when everything was removed, the bedroom was still an issue. How was he expected to seduce a woman in a room that smelled like stale air on a mattress that was ruined by the weight of 100 boxes?

He rubbed his hands across his face in frustration, but took some comfort in the fact he was becoming more accustomed to feeling the new ridges and planes of his face as opposed to the ones he’d spent the past 53 years with. That and the absence of a ring on his left hand revitalized his spirits. This was probably for the best. After all, if the tacky, kitsch decor in the living room was anything to judge by, the bedroom already was in need of a Morris Fletcher makeover. He’d make that room so sensual, a nun’s panties would drop just from stepping over the threshold. 

Taking a chance, he flipped through the various piles of mail on Mulder’s kitchen table until he found what he was looking for: Sears Catalog. He dialed the number on the cover and listened to the hold music play before cradling the phone against his shoulder, licking his fingers as he began flipping through the magazine. He had only flipped through a few pages in the mattress section when a full-page spread of a woman with her head thrown back in subdued ecstasy caught his attention just as the representative answered the phone. 

“Hello? Yes. I’d like to place an order for same-day delivery,” he stated, a sly grin spreading across his face as he imagined Dana in place of the woman on the ad.

TRUE PLEASURE IS…

A WATERBED

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!

@gaycrouton

[spacesapphi]

u know what.. free choice!! choose any question(s) you really wanna answer and go ham!! for any oc :)

LETS GOOOOO ok I've thought ab my answers for this a lot, I think I'm gonna do random ocs for different questions too hehe

they're gonna be under the cut again because it got long, but here you go! Gonna be going with 🌾 🌸🍄

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

Amelia- (through Jason's POV) Absolutely gorgeous in every way, not a single flaw about her beauty or her personality. She's incredibly passionate and hardworking, though she sometimes pushes herself too far, and takes things a little too seriously. Good thing I'm there to make her laugh! Her love for life is admirable, her laughter is contagious, and every moment spent around her is full of joy. Her kindness is unmatched too. I've been made to feel ashamed of my interests and hobbies growing up, but Amelia is one of the only people that truly understands me and supports me. She sees worth in my passions and in me, and I couldn't feel happier to have someone like her in my life. She almost doesn't feel real she's so perfect.

Mohle- (through Shane's POV) I've known them since we were born, and I've seen them through most stages of life. I've always found him interesting, I guess. I could never really figure out how her mind worked, as much as I wanted to. Their view on the world is unique. They have a lot of passion for the Earth, he sees beauty and purpose in every single thing. They saw the beauty in me too, even in times where I was sure there was none. They're forgiving, but not afraid to call me out when I screw up. It's helped me grow... helped both of us grow, actually. She's so smart and twice as kind, even when it's not deserved. I'm a really lucky guy

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

Beth- She loves vintage things, the smell of books and coffee, the cozy feeling of being in a little shop. The way that the sun floods in through the windows and makes everything warm is her favorite feeling too. Beth collects little fancy trinkets, anything sparkly that catches her eye, and she loves them.

Mona- The smell of the grass in the early morning, those little moments just before the sun rises when the air is crisp and the sky is beautiful. She loves the sound of rain hitting the windows, how nice it feels to be curled up all cozy at home with a good read when you unwind for the day. She loves the sound of windchimes echoing outdoors, the way the water glitters in the river when the sun hits it just right. It's all simple things, but they bring her some form of comfort.

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

Jason- first things first. DO NOT LET THIS MAN COOK!! He is terrible at it, he will burn WATER. It's not by lack of trying either, the poor guy probably has a curse on him or something. His favorite snacks though are all junk food and sweet stuff (to Amelia's chagrin). He absolutely loves her cooking though when it comes to meals. She mostly makes vegetarian dishes and he grew to find he actually really likes them!! Having a nice home cooked meal is a great "pick me up" for him too. 

Hannah- she is absolutely her father's daughter when it comes to this. She likes peppers and spicy foods, and LOVES pizza, it's definitely a comfort food. She's better than Shane when it comes to cooking, being fairly competent at it, and she experiments with recipes a lot (to varying success)

[youwouldntlietopapa]

Could you please do “The hug where they come running at you, jumping into your outstretched arms, making you stumble backward a little at the added weight of their body pressing against yours. No matter though, because you’re both laughing, arms only tightening around each other.” with a female reader and Papa Copia! Thanks!

I'm so sorry, I couldn't get this mental image out of my head. And now this exists. Enjoy!

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Anyone who has ever watched a full grown man make a split second, extremely questionable decision only to realise his mistake too far into committing to it will know exactly the look on Copia’s face as he flew through the air. (Okay, flew might be a bit of an overstatement, but still…) But I’ve gotten ahead of myself…

The show itself had gone about as well as anyone could have hoped. No technical disasters, no weather problems, Swiss hadn’t fallen off his platform or set his guitar on fire, and Copia was in fine form. For a band who’s performance mode typically left them all sharing a single brain cell, it was damned fun to watch. And, thank the dark lord, you actually got to see it in person.

It wasn’t always possible to come along on tour, but this time was lucky. It was chaos, it was exhausting, it was frustrating, and it was also more fun than anything else in the world. Besides, not being stuck back at the Abbey, counting down the days for them to return and spending evenings on video calls, trying to be grateful for even that would always be preferable.

The fact that Copia always walked off stage absolutely desperate to drag you back to the bus to unwind didn’t hurt either. At least, not in a way that you didn’t enjoy immensely.

When the last chords of the last song played and the screaming crowd became one final wave of noise and devotion, you waited well off to the side. Out of the way. Beaming so hard your cheeks ached. If it was possible to be more proud of anyone, you were sure that it couldn’t be much more. The day had been hot and sticky, but the night had gotten blessedly cool and a breeze made everything feel like it would be all right. All you could think about was the small bus shower and the bed waiting for you both.

Copia walks off stage after the final bows, still in business mode, talking with the ghouls. They always need a few minutes. Going over everything, discussing any issues, checking in with the backstage team. And you wait patiently. Once he sheds the frontman mask, you’ll have your Copia all to yourself.

Watching them all together is entertainment enough as it is. Swiss is already stuffing whatever junk food he get his hands on into his mouth. The ghoul is always famished after a show and it’s let him eat or deal with a hangry boy. Everyone has agreed letting him eat is easier. Dew is smoking away. Literally. Smoke rising off him and drifting off on the breeze. It will dissipate once he unwinds. Phantom stands quietly aside, hands folded in front of himself, tail twitching, just waiting to be released to go run circles around the tour bus to burn off the adrenaline. And the rest are either chattering away or half listening while more engaged in their own post-show rituals.

When Copia waves them off, they scatter quickly. Too many things to do, too much trouble to get into. They’ll be back on the bus before it leaves, but until then, you’re quite happy to not worry about it. Because the man you’re really most interested in takes a deep breath, shakes off the stress and the worry, allowing himself to really bask in the glow of a great ritual and the adoration of the crowd. The void where the tension he’d been holding is filled immediately with the need for you. The desperate, frantic, all consuming need that grinding on a mic stand will never satisfy. His eyes scan the backstage until he spots you.

“Amore!” He calls. There’s a hunger in his eyes and every stagehand who’s been around any length of time instinctively moves out of the path between him and you.

He doesn’t walk over. He doesn’t pause to chitchat along the way. Copia runs for you. Somewhere between spotting you, and reaching you, however, some very dubious decision making takes place. You’re not sure when exactly, but you can say for certain when it is that he realises it’s a bad idea.

Around the same time you realise what it is, exactly, that he’s doing.

And definitely after it’s too late to change his course of action.

Your arms are held out for him, expecting an absolutely rib crushing hug. But you watch, rather helplessly as he twists his torso with the last few steps, leaps off the ground, throwing himself directly at you. Like having Satan’s own golden disco ball hurled at you without warning.

“Copia!” You cry uselessly. Objects in motion being what they are and all. The hug you were expecting rapidly becomes the catch you were unprepared for.

You stumble backward, trying with everything you’ve got to avoid both knocking over anything expensive and dropping your most precious treasure. A feat that would be, admittedly, made a little easier if you hadn’t had the air knocked out of your lungs. But beggars can’t be choosers. And, by some miracle, you find yourself still standing, holding a very surprised Copia, bridal style.

“Amore! I… I don’t know what came over me! Forgive me!” He looks at you like you’ve just grown a second head, looking from your face to your arms holding him up (a little shakily, but all the same) and back again. Finally breaking into a delighted laugh. “Why didn’t you tell me you are so strong???”

You wheeze a soft laugh, feeling your legs shaking a bit. “Copia… my love… don’t take this the wrong way… but you weigh a fucking ton. I’m going to set you down, all right?”

“Of course! Of course!” He lands on his feet in front of you when you drop his legs, and he wraps you in a tight hug. “You are so strong, angelo mio. Mmmm… I like that. Will you show me more? In private?” His teeth tease your neck and his hands wander.

“I think I can manage that.” You giggle and he scoops you up, the same way you’d been holding him. No need to ask where he’s taking you. There’s only one place it could be. Your arms circle his neck and you press yourself tightly against him.

Copia grins cheekily all the way back to the bus, leaning in close as you near the door. “Did you see me on stage tonight? I’m afraid I was very naughty.”

You smile a little wider, biting at his earlobe. “I did see. I was getting a bit jealous of the mic stand.”

If the sound he makes is any indication, the new crotch corset trousers are certainly making themselves worth every penny paid for them.

“I only hope that my Principessa guerriera won’t punish me too terribly.”

[misscaia]

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[springfallendeer]

Adventures in the Dataverse: 001

001: Lucky Winner

Today is Friday.

The first Friday of a new month. A day that millions of people look forward to, for a vast array of reasons.

For many, today marks the start of the weekend. Of a reprieve from their responsibilities.

Children will impatiently watch the clock, knowing that with each passing moment they draw closer to a short reprieve from school. Many adults watch that same clock for similar reasons, because once they finish work for the day, they too will find themselves free to relax and unwind for a short while.

For a lot of people, today is payday.

For any number of people out there, today marks an important anniversary. It could be a birthday. It could be a wedding anniversary. Or it could be the anniversary of a sad event, like the death of a loved one.

Valid as all of these reasons are, none of them relate to you.

You are excited for a completely different reason. One shared with many like you, who have spent many a day like today hoping for something important.

Today is Databeast Friday. The one day out of every month where new players are selected to join in on the game, Adventures in the Dataverse.

Only five people are ever selected at a given time. The winners are sent word of their victory on the first Friday of the month. Which has come to be known as Databeast Friday.

You, like many of your peers, have spent years hoping that you might be selected to join the game.

Up until now, you had not been lucky enough to be selected to join the game. Neither had anyone you knew.

Hell, no one in your town had ever been selected. There were only two people in your entire city that had been lucky enough to get an invitation to the game.

Getting an invitation was treated like winning the lottery. Likely because you had less of a chance of getting an invitation than you did of actually winning the lottery. Because you were playing against every other person in the entire world!

Those odds were over seven-billion to one. Of course anyone who got their invitation would wind up on the news!

You had “lost” so many times by now that for the most part, you had lost hope of actually being selected.

You only really bothered to check your mail out of habit at this point. And when you did, you weren’t all that surprised to find a lack of an invitation to join the game.

As you had expected, it was pretty much all bills and junk mail. Plus a few appreciated grocery store ads, which you might skim over later. Just to see if there was anything on sale that you might want to stock up on while things were cheaper.

But… Yeah. Another loss. Another Databeast Friday spent confirming that you just weren’t lucky enough, or maybe just not special enough, to receive an invitation to the game…

Oh well.

You shred the junk mail while wishing that you could do the same with the bills. Then you lazily toss your remaining mail into the usual spot to be dealt with later.

For now, you have to focus on getting ready for work. And unlike the many people fortunate enough to work a typical 9-5, Monday to Friday job… You’re stuck in retail. So the only thing special about today was being given the opportunity to be rejected by Datamaster. Again.

Honestly, at this point you might as well stop checking. You clearly weren’t going to receive an invitation…

Your mood remains somber as you go about your pre-work routine.

You brush your teeth. You shower. You change your clothes. You make a quick and semi-filling breakfast. One that will undoubtedly result in you feeling incredibly hungry by the time you’re an hour or two from finishing your shift. But what else is new?

By the time you’ve finished the last bite of food, you’re pretty much ready to leave for work. But seeing as you’ve still got some extra time to spare, you might as well just dick around on your phone for a little while.

And it's a good thing that you do. Because once you actually pick up your phone, you discover a message from your boss.

Thankfully, they aren’t pulling the typical retail bullshit by asking you to come in early. If they had, you’d probably already be late.

No. Fate has decided to smile down upon you today, so you don’t have to go until later. The powers that be have decided that they’d rather have you around for the mid-afternoon rush, which you would have missed had you come in and left at your scheduled time.

So now you’re basically going in two hours late so that you’ll stay two hours past your scheduled time. Just to make sure that the crew will have you around during today’s anticipated rush.

Which genuinely sucks, but you’d rather be busy than bored. And thanks to management being so stingy, you can just leave at your expected time, because no one is going to give you overtime and you don’t work for free.

With your whole day now thrown off, you sigh as you begin to dick around with your phone, just absently trying to find something to do with yourself now that you’ve got nothing to do.

As per usual, you’ve got a bunch of notifications. The majority of them being missed calls, courtesy of scam callers out to find a way to steal the thousands of dollars that you don’t have.

There is one weird looking notification, though. From your email.

On your phone, it just looks like a garbled string of text. Which usually means a weird link or a picture was sent to you.

Probably another scammer trying to get information from you. Might as well get rid of it…

You pull up your email account on your phone, only to discover that the message in question cannot be deleted. It's behaving more like one of those annoying little ads that pop up around the top of your emails. Only it's clearly not an ad, because the actual ad is above it.

So… Yeah, you’ve probably been hacked.

Shit.

Fuck!

You click on the email to see what the suspected scammer wants. There’s probably a list of threats or instructions detailing what is expected of you if you don’t want your information being misused, or something like that.

What greets you when you open the email is a weird little animation.

A really well made one, but a weird one nonetheless.

For a few seconds, you just absently stare at the video, not really bothering to take in any information popping up in little speech bubbles above the Databeast.

There’s something familiar about it. The Databeast in the video.

It's a cute little cat-like creature sitting on an envelope. One with huge ears and big sparkly eyes.

Big feet. Small “hands”. Glasses. Purple fur…

Wait.

Wait, holy shit-

You suddenly fixate on the video to see what the speech bubble says.

“Hey. Friend? Friend, are you listening?” The Databeast asks, its little face now one of concern and confusion as it stares at you through the screen. “... Can you turn up the volume, maybe? You’ll probably understand me better if you can hear me.”

You nearly drop your phone.

Holy shit.

HOLY SHIT.

You recognize that Databeast now! It's one of the ambassadors of the Digiverse!

Aster!

After staring at your phone in absolute shock for… What amounts to an unnecessary amount of time, you press the button on the side of your phone to turn up the volume.

“Hello?” A quiet voice calls from the speaker as the volume first comes on. “Hello? Can you hear me meow? The volume seems to be on.”

You tentatively nod as you continue to stare down at the “animation” playing on your phone.

Aster has a really cute voice. Somewhat cartoony, like she’s coming off of helium. But not so cartoony that her voice would get annoying after more than a few minutes of conversation.

“Oh! Good! Now” The Databeast replies, before audibly clearing their throat “as I was saying! My name is Aster. I am one of the five Databeast Ambassadors. My primary purpose is to help any new players of Adventures in the Dataverse get set up with the game!” She explains, making sure to quickly and effectively introduce herself while stating her intended purpose. “I am also here to congratulate you on having been selected to join in on the fun! So… Congratulations!” She adds, pausing to dramatically light off what appears to be a party streamer.

One which she seemingly pulled out of thin air. Which makes sense, because… Well she’s in the digital world. The laws of physics there aren’t quite like what exists in the real world.

Her voice also gets somewhat louder and more distorted every so often. Like when she said her name, or the name of the game.

Your jaw drops somewhat as you absorb this information.

You awkwardly bring a hand up to point at your chest, all the while staring down at your phone with a look of shock.

“I-I’ve been chosen. Me?!” You ask, your voice cracking somewhat at the start. Likely because of how stunned you are that this is even happening.

“Well, yes! As I have been trying to say, you ‘----------’, have been randomly selected to receive an invitation to play Adventures in the Dataverse! Should you accept this invitation, it will be my duty to help you get started!” Aster enthusiastically replies, referring to you by your full name.

As she does, she claps her little paws together while smiling up at you.

“Now! Before we can proceed, I must ask if you are willing to accept this invitation!” She states. As she does, she tilts her head to one side while lifting up her right paw.

A little popup appears right next to her, with “Yes” or “No” written as options.

“Please select either YES or No by tapping on the popup. Otherwise, I would appreciate it if you could reply clearly and with a raised voice, YES or NO. I will wait to do anything else until your answer has been received!” She explains, before falling into what appears to be an idle animation as she waits for your response.

Reflexively, you try to say “Yes!”. But your voice cracks again. So you quickly shut your mouth, before tapping your finger against the screen. All the while you hope and pray that you don’t fat-finger this popup and accidentally reject the invitation.

Thankfully, you don’t. Which means that you are officially on track to getting started on this game!

“Excellent!” Aster happily exclaims once you’ve made your selection. Little fireworks pop off behind her, further accentuating how excited the Databeast must be to get you started!

She then audibly clears her throat again. Which makes her sort of sound like a worn out squeaky toy.

“Welcome ‘----------’, to Adventures in the Dataverse! As a new player, your first course of action is to collect and set up your Datawatch! Please go and retrieve it now. You will find it wherever your physical, paper mail is usually delivered.” She states.

You nearly drop your phone (again) as you immediately rush towards the front door.

You practically run out to your mailbox to check inside, and when you do, you find a small object sitting in the middle of it.

A Datawatch.

As the name might suggest, it is a device that resembles a wrist watch, except with a slightly larger square screen.

You momentarily put your phone down on top of your mailbox so that you can put it on.

Unsurprisingly, the Datawatch fits around your wrist perfectly. Almost as if it was specifically designed to be able to fit you, and you alone.

“Wonderful!” Aster exclaims, all the while clapping her little paws together. You can hear her clapping, and once you pick your phone back up, you can see it. You see it right along with her happy little smile.

You then watch as she jumps up off of the giant envelope that she’s been sitting on top of.

She stands next to it with her arms out beside her as the envelope adjusts itself so that it can face you properly.

“On to the next step!” She states, an audible purring sound now coming from your phone as her smile grows even more excited. “Together, the other ambassadors and I, as well as the Datamaster herself, have selected the perfect Databeast Egg, just for you! This Egg will go on to hatch into your very first Databeast friend! All that you need to do in order to claim your Egg is click on the Envelope! A notification will appear on your Datawatch once you have received your Egg, thus finalizing your admission into the game!” She explains, giving you all of the instructions that you need in order to take the final steps necessary to get started with the game.

Your hand trembles faintly as you reach up to tap on the envelope -

[fastcarremovals2]

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This means that many Brisbane car owners do not have the luxury of trading their second-hand cars or selling them privately. All of which begs the question, how does one sell a wrecked vehicle without losing money and still make some?

Picture this: Your vehicle was involved in a collision and the restoration expenses are well above your reach. It's obvious to you daily, as it occupies your driveway and emits an obnoxious amount of lost value from the wasted space.

You feel it is still of some value but the idea of going through selling a car without flipping out beforehand is overwhelming. From listing the car to haggling with potential buyers and handling all of the paperwork — it can be a huge stress (especially when your car is anything but perfect). Moreover, it loses its value over time.

Then think about the aggravation and cost of fixing it up just to get rid of - when you could be using that same money as a small down payment on a lawn tractor. Even the repairs are not as big of an issue; they usually cost a lot to fix and take more time and there is no guarantee that you will recover your expenses in a sale.

What if I told you there is a way to sell your car for more money - and the managing process would be much quicker than selling it on Craigslist?

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[radskull-69]

I have a question (For educational purposes) How would Sazz and Bozo feel about a polyamorous relationship + marriage? (Foreducationalpurposes-)

they’d be so chill with it you would wonder if these two were already in a relationship before another came (homos)

(This is basically headcanons for a poly relationship with these guys srryyy)

like, I unintentionally made these two oc’s with so much chemistry that adding a third would make the most healthiest throuple eveerrr

Surprisingly bozo would be the one to offer a three way relationship, sazz might be suave and flirty but he does not have the confidence to even ask something like that. So bozo is the wingman for everyone

sazz and bozo are basically the devil and the angel on your shoulder, sazz wants to sleep in with you, eat all the junk food you could want and anything else to indulge in your desires even if it won’t be good for the future you. He loves spoiling you

meanwhile bozo thinks for logically even if he does wanna do all those tempting things, he would be the one to wake you two up early even after all the whining and unhappy groans, he makes sure you two eat healthy and this guy does the taxes. Give this man a vacation..

sazz and bozo definitely bicker a lot, not out of jealousy but because they aren’t good at sharing. Like they know they’re loved equally there’s enough to go around, but they keep cutting into eachothers time with you.

Sometimes bozo does like to finally unwind and indulge with you two, kicking back on the sofa and watching movies together. Sazz personally likes action or sexy movies to set a mood, bozo likes animated movies or even ‘kids movies’ as sazz puts it since it reminds bozo of his early days entertaining kids

sazz would buy so many matching couple t shirts for all three of you even if they’re corny, embarrassing and inappropriate. And he somehow convinces you both to wear them in public.

if you ever want to get a pet (like a cat or dog) be ready for these two to treat it like it’s your child, sazz hates kids and bozo loves them (idk how you’d feel about kids-) so everyone compromises with a cute pet. (It’s very spoiled by both of them)

holding hands in public but you’re always the one in the middle, don’t even worry if you have to hood stuff cause they will hold it for you. You need your two hands to hold theirs! ^^

bozo would be the housewife honestly, this man takes care of y’all and cooks with a apron and everything.

I wanna say sazz has a job and supports y’all, but he lowkey be gambling or at least stealing people’s wallets to make money for everyone.

it’s why bozo keeps a secret bank account sazz doesn’t know about to pay for important shit

[kaengeru]

Phase 0.

And on she walked.

Which is a silly way to start, of course. But that was what she did. An unconscious-conscious choice... of a sort. The unintentional decision was in where (it always ended up being the same stretch of land even after so many years, she couldn't stop — not as much forest, never as many trees as she knew were there), but Enya didn't argue against the impulse. The ground giving way to her before snapping back into place as she passed through. That was definitely involuntary. The picturesque beauty of untouched nature around her was nothing more than a mild struggle to be overcome, another step, another step. The general silence broken by the rare plane buzzing low overhead. That would get her to stop and wait it out, head tilted for an expectation that never came. Those brief moments brought her back to herself and to the ever cascading thoughts she didn't want to deal with (hence, the walking).

Between the increasing number of meetings, travel, and reports with things to sign or whatever other reading junk (that, technically, she didn't read herself, but hearing someone read whatever legal docket at her out loud was nearly as bad), Enya was growing restless. Which was certainly not the right word. Something something the shortening fuse of a bomb, except whatever she could feel hot in her chest was definitely not the same relatable internet post or music lyrics that you slapped up in-between mind numbing scrolling. Rather, the sort that resulted in broken glass in hand, thrown objects clattering everywhere. Caused walls and foundations to crack. Which wasn't inherently a problem, the only issue came from the fact these happened without her conscious input. Disassociation while holding a gun. Even without the external criticism she knew it was bad, she wasn't fucking stupid.

There was some reprieve, sure. Her definitely too short visit to England brought her back to herself. God, how long ago was that now? It felt like a whole other age now, another person. The landing of a punch and the aches that followed. Being shot by Roka? Some sort of release, too. Any regrets tumbled out of her head like dice. What was it going to be? Let's let chance decide today.

But even after all of that, it wasn't like it was really anything that new. The math equation of stress constants and broken moments of freedom representing the variables - the expression when she played around with it seemed to work. But everything with Sarah, it... left her with a syntax error where it all should just be thrown in the trash and started from scratch. But she couldn't do that, that wasn't possible, she had her one shot and it was all-or-nothing and! God, if anything went wrong, it was all for nothing, it was pointless, maybe it was all her fault—

Her fingers knotted into her hair as she inhaled a sharp breath, before leaning forward into a lung-burning and earth-shattering scream.

But even such an action could never be completely quell the burn inside, not at least in this setting. In most, really. Her mind couldn't freely and totally let go without causing truly irreparable damage. Which only again brought the yearning for a time when she could that much, and even more - in turn fueling the blazing revulsion to her own desires in a way that brought bile to her throat.

Though that was likely a side-effect from the yelling, too.

Time - fuck - continued to move unheeded, unconcerned. The sun passed over, or the Earth moved, or whatever made things change, went on. That was to say, she didn't know how long her scream lasted, or the tremble that shook through her that wasn’t her. Stopitstopitstopitstopit—

Long has the plane left now. The sun has moved further still, shadows stretch out like fangs. Devour her. Please. But, finally, finally, she begins to unwind achingly slow. Her fingers unclench and her muscles ease away from the rock of tension she had become in her screaming fit. Unfortunately, it allowed an almost painful tremor to take hold of her body instead. She felt sick. Like the rest, like fucking time, it ebbs away and she finds the strength to bring herself back to her feet. She probably didn’t look as much of a mess than she felt, but it could of been close. Drool and snot and blood and, fucking, tears. Dizzy. Stupid.

Around her was the impression of an explosion. If only. The crash landing of a meteorite, caught in time, frozen in stone. Cliche. She huffed out a humorless laugh. Even in the growing twilight, she could see the unnatural peaks and craggy stone that had ripped out a sizeable number of trees. All pointing back to her. Her fault, her fault. There's a brief thought to fix it - can't cause problems! Shut up! Exist and clamp your mouth shut! - before she leans over and vomits.

Fuck it.

She needed more sleep.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Rant below, personal junk

It could just be me and my eternally anxious ass but I just genuinely feel like I don't really have a place in the Ghost fandom anymore. I know it's stupid, I know I'm probably just psyching myself out and reading way too far into things like I normally do. But being in this fandom used to feel like home, where I had really good friends that I could talk and laugh and unwind with. I don't feel like I really have that anymore (obviously there's exceptions to that, there's still a handful of people that I feel like still genuinely want to be my friend, but those are few and far between). I feel like a lot of the friends I've made from this fandom have withered away, everytime I try to jump in a chat I just get ignored. I know we're adults here, I will never fault someone for responding for being busy. I'm also very busy, I work long hours and I'm genuinely pretty exhausted sometimes so I understand not being online 24/7, but this is different. I'll try and join in the conversation and it seems like the second I try to everyone just disappears, it goes silent, and I'm left just sitting there being like "cool guys, nice talk" by myself. Again, I could be reading the situation entirely wrong, which is on me. It just sucks because I feel like I'm losing a place I genuinely liked to belong to.

[traveltourister007]

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Unlocking the Secrets of Lifestyle Medicine: Your Passport to Health and Happiness

Imagine a world where the fountain of youth isn't just a myth but a collection of everyday habits that anyone can adopt. This isn't a fantasy—it's the reality offered by lifestyle medicine. This transformative approach to health focuses on the power of simple, sustainable changes to prevent, treat, and even reverse chronic diseases. Let's dive into the vibrant world of lifestyle medicine and uncover the secrets to a healthier, happier you.

What is Lifestyle Medicine?

Lifestyle medicine is like discovering a hidden treasure chest filled with health gems. It's an approach that emphasizes the profound impact of daily choices on our overall well-being. Unlike conventional medicine, which often relies on pills and procedures, lifestyle medicine taps into the healing power of our habits. The magic lies in six key areas:

Nourishing Nutrition: Embracing a diet rich in plant-based, whole foods.

Energizing Exercise: Incorporating regular physical activity into your routine.

Serene Sleep: Prioritizing quality and restorative sleep.

Stress Mastery: Utilizing techniques to effectively manage stress.

Substance Sanity: Avoiding harmful substances like tobacco and excessive alcohol.

Radiant Relationships: Cultivating positive and supportive social connections.

The Wonders of Lifestyle Medicine

Imagine being the hero of your own health journey. Adopting the principles of lifestyle medicine can lead to incredible transformations:

Guardian of Health: Shield yourself from chronic diseases like heart disease, diabetes, and certain cancers.

Beacon of Vitality: Experience improved physical and mental well-being.

Financial Wizard: Save money by reducing the need for costly medical treatments.

Longevity Champion: Unlock the secret to a longer, healthier life.

Nourishing Nutrition: Fuel for Life

Think of your body as a magnificent engine that thrives on premium fuel. A diet rich in fruits, vegetables, whole grains, nuts, and seeds is the ultimate high-octane fuel for your health. Here’s how to revamp your diet:

Plant Power: Load up on colorful fruits, vegetables, legumes, and whole grains.

Ditch the Junk: Steer clear of processed foods laden with unhealthy fats, sugars, and additives.

Meat Moderation: Cut back on red and processed meats to lower your risk of disease.

Hydration Hero: Keep your body running smoothly by drinking plenty of water.

Energizing Exercise: Movement Magic

Imagine if a pill could boost your mood, enhance your energy, and improve your health. Regular physical activity does all this and more. Here’s how to make movement a joyous part of your day:

Find Your Fun: Choose activities you love, whether it’s dancing, hiking, or swimming.

Set Adventure Goals: Start with small, achievable goals and gradually increase your activity level.

Strength Secrets: Include resistance exercises to build muscle and strengthen bones.

Move More, Sit Less: Break up sedentary periods with short bursts of activity.

Serene Sleep: The Dream Elixir

Sleep is the magical elixir that rejuvenates your body and mind. Quality sleep is essential for overall health and well-being. Here’s how to create your personal sleep sanctuary:

Routine Ritual: Stick to a consistent sleep schedule, going to bed and waking up at the same time each day.

Perfect Environment: Make your bedroom a haven of tranquility—dark, quiet, and cool.

Screen-Free Zone: Limit screen time before bed to minimize blue light exposure.

Relaxation Rituals: Unwind with calming activities like reading or meditation before sleep.

Stress Mastery: Calm the Chaos

Stress is like a dragon that needs taming. Mastering stress is crucial for maintaining your health. Here’s how to become a stress whisperer:

Mindfulness Magic: Practice mindfulness and meditation to stay present and calm.

Exercise Elixir: Physical activity is a powerful antidote to stress.

Hobby Haven: Engage in activities you love to take your mind off stressors.

Supportive Squad: Build a network of supportive friends and family.

Substance Sanity: Clear the Clutter

Just as you declutter your home, it's essential to clear harmful substances from your life. This includes:

Tobacco Termination: Quitting smoking dramatically reduces the risk of numerous diseases.

Alcohol Awareness: Limiting alcohol intake helps prevent liver disease and other health issues.

Clean Living: Avoid recreational drugs and seek help for substance abuse.

Radiant Relationships: Social Sunshine

Human connections are like sunshine for your soul. Strong, supportive relationships can enhance your mental and physical health. Here’s how to nurture these vital connections:

Heartfelt Communication: Practice open and honest communication with loved ones.

Supportive Networks: Offer and seek support when needed.

Quality Time: Spend meaningful time with family and friends.

Integrating Lifestyle Medicine: Your Health Adventure

Embarking on the lifestyle medicine journey is like setting out on a grand adventure. Here’s how to make it a successful expedition:

Self-Discovery: Assess your current habits and identify areas for improvement.

Goal Setting: Set small, realistic goals and gradually build upon them.

Seek Guidance: Engage with healthcare professionals, support groups, or online communities focused on lifestyle medicine.

Celebrate Success: Monitor your progress and celebrate milestones to stay motivated.

Lifestyle medicine is not just a treatment—it’s a way of life. By embracing nutritious foods, regular exercise, quality sleep, stress management, substance avoidance, and positive relationships, you can transform your health and well-being. This holistic approach offers the keys to unlocking a healthier, happier, and more fulfilling life.

As you embark on this exciting journey, remember that every small step towards healthier choices is a victory. By prioritizing lifestyle medicine, you’re investing in a future filled with vitality, joy, and endless possibilities. Your adventure to optimal health starts now!

[wibehavioralhealth]

Fun Activities to Support Summer Learning at Home

Summer break is a great time for kids to unwind. However, the time away from the classroom can lead to learning loss and boredom. This can present challenges for parents to keep their children entertained while also supporting continued learning. From exploring the great outdoors to creative DIY, here is a list of ways to keep the boredom away while strengthening developmental skills.

1. Get outside!

Playing outside is beneficial for a number of reasons. It can help children socialize, learn new skills, develop gross motor functioning, utilize problem solving skills, and engage in imaginative play.

Head outside for a neighborhood scavenger hunt. There are many examples online or you could make one of your own that could include looking for: objects of certain colors, shapes, specific animals/bugs, or street signs.

Watch the Summer Olympics and make your own “events” at home. Some “event” ideas include: bean bag toss, balance beam (using a scrap 2X4), water bucket relay, water balloon toss, frisbee throwing, and a bicycle obstacle course.

Go to a local park and climb on the playground equipment, play hopscotch, practice your basketball or soccer skills, or play four-square.

Learn a new outdoor activity such as croquet, bocce ball, jump rope, or gaga ball.

Plant a veggie garden. Not only is this a fun way to incorporate math, science, and reading, but you can reap the tasty benefits all summer long (and maybe like new veggies in the process).

2. Read, read, read!

All reading is great! This can include reading junk mail, magazines, newspapers, or even the signs on a road trip. The goal is to keep your children excited about reading.

Go to the library on a weekly basis and check out new books.

Start a summer reading challenge at home, such as reading 15 minutes a day or setting a goal of reading one book a week.

Have a family book club. Choose a book to read as a family and then discuss it together afterwards. You can talk about your favorite/least favorite parts, rate it, or if you would recommend it to others.

3. Make math fun!

Family activities are a fun, practical way to practice and apply math skills.

Bake a cake

Follow a recipe – or try to double a recipe

Learn to knit, crochet, or cross stitch. There are many videos online to assist in getting you started or check out a book from your local library.

Make Wednesday nights (or night of the week) Family Game Night! Board games are a great way to incorporate math in a fun, practical way. Some of my personal family favorites for a variety of ages are Sorry!, Monopoly, Connect Four, Trouble, BINGO, Yahtzee, Chutes and Ladders, Sequence, Cribbage, and Shut Box.

4 Get creative!

Engaging in DIY/arts and crafts can help children learn patience, improve their fine motor skills, develop creativity, and provide an outlet for self-expression.

Gather smooth rocks and paint colorful designs, animals, or inspirational sayings on them. You can then place them around your neighborhood as a fun surprise for others to find.

Make sock puppets. Scour your drawers for old socks and use buttons, googly eyes, yarn, and fabric scraps to make puppets. Your children can then use their sock puppets to perform a play.

Create magic wands. Gather small sticks from your yard and use glitter, clay, pipe cleaners, yarn, and cardboard to make them colorful and unique. (These could also be used in your sock puppet play!)

Get together with friends to make friendship bracelets using embroidery floss or yarn. Check out a book from the library to learn how to make different knots.

Get creative and explore different mediums and surfaces. Try out mediums such as magic markers, watercolor paints, tempera paints, oil pastels, colored pencils, crayons, or permanent markers. Try them out on different surfaces that would otherwise be thrown away, such as paper, cardboard, plastic, styrofoam, or aluminum foil. The limit is your imagination!

These activities can be tailored to the age and interests of your child. You can incorporate open ended questions in each of these activities to further build vocabulary skills and enhance back-and-forth conversational skills. Whatever you decide to do, make learning fun! While worksheets and workbooks are also ways to continue supporting learning, they can be boring and children are less inclined to participate. Have a blast this summer enjoying the time off while continuing to support learning at home!

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