#Maybe! They’re trying to avoid soda and juice!

[chartreuxcatz]

the whole “water tiktok” hate thing is really pissing me off actually. Damn these people can’t fucking hydrate in peace? Don’t act so worried about their health. I know you never gave a shit about the affects of sweeteners until now. You don’t know why they’re doing it, and frankly you don’t need to. Whether it’s for a health reason or just because they like how it tastes, it’s flavored water for fucks sake. Shut up.

[dr-2bthin]

4 Drinks That Will Sabotage Your Weight Loss Efforts

The struggle about losing weight has mostly to do with what you put into your plate. Well, we’re here to add to this struggle, sadly because it’s just true. The challenge most people also face is about what they pour into their glasses. In today’s post, we’re exploring the four drinks that add volume to your weight. These are drinks you should have less of or quit until you’ve achieved your weight management goals.

The four drinks that cause you to gain more weight

We’ve had clients come up to us and complain about how the Phentermine 37.5mg weight loss drug is not working for them. Upon further evaluation and asking the right questions, we found out that the drug is taking a long time to show effect.

So, we asked our clients as to whether they were following the diet prescribed to them and were avoiding the foods on the ‘DON’T HAVE’ list. Some of them replied with a maybe and suspicious ‘yes’. We understand that it can get difficult to follow a diet one has not previously followed very strictly. However, taking the right steps to lose weight gives you astounding fat loss results.

From many of our clients, we found out that they continued to consume certain drinks that were not favoring their weight loss journey. Among them were common drinks that we’ve listed in this post.

1.      Coca cola and Whiskey

Whiskey isn’t considered an enemy of your waistline. However, adding Coca-Cola to the mix can get you into trouble. Clear liquor has about 70 calories an ounce. When you begin to mix it with lemonade, soda, or any other sweetened drink, the calories quickly build up. You can try mixing your glass of whisky with a low-calorie or calorie-free beverage like soda water and a splash of lime.

2.      Sweet yogurt drinks like smoothies

Sweet smoothies are a resounding NO when it comes to working towards weight loss. This drink, even though it may be added with greens, really depends on what you add to the smoothie. Most smoothies are packed with unwanted calories, fat and sugar. As long as smoothies are filled with a good balance of fruits and vegetables, they’re good to go. The problem is when you add extra unwanted ingredients like sugar, honey, and syrups to make them “drink-worthy”.

If you want to make it a little more palatable, then instead of adding calorie-dense sugars or syrupy liquids, use unsweetened almond milk. You can also try adding healthy fats like 2% Greek yogurt, unsweetened nut butter, chia, hemp or ground flax seeds. The Greek yogurt is a combination of healthy fat and protein and also gives your smoothie a rich creamy look and volume.

3.      Long Island Iced Tea

Made from a combination of liqueurs, the Long Island Iced Tea can get you tipsy really quick and add to your waistline even sooner. It’s loaded with empty calories, makes you feel drunk, and lowers your inhibitions, which means that you are likely to consume more drinks and snacks. This effect can stay on, leaving you eating and drinking more later during the day or evening.

4.      Pina Colada

Life is not the same when you are on a weight loss journey. You are going to face many unwelcomed moments of sipping on drinks that everyone’s having but you can’t. Pina Colada is one of them. As tempting as it may seem, the best justice you can do to your weight loss efforts is avoid this drink. It is loaded with calories due to its ingredients, that are, Coconut Cream, White Rum, and Pineapple Juice. This ice-blended drink packs an active punch for the mood but a lazy lump for your waistline. Many times, a Pina Colada comes with a pre-made sugary mix, making it one of the worst drinks for a person trying to lose weight.

Beverages that will benefit your weight loss journey

Yes, water is one of the best drinks you can ever have, no doubt. It has no calories, and what’s more is that your resting energy expenditure, which means the number of calories you burn while you sit still can go up to 24-30% within ten minutes of consuming H2O.

Drinking adequate amounts of water can improve hydration levels and in-turn promote portion control, leading to subsequent weight loss.

Another great drink that most people find soothing is Green Tea. It is a great metabolic booster, so consult your weight loss doctor to understand how many cups you can drink in a day.

Are you a fan of tea but have stopped milk for a while? How about you try some Ginger Tea? Ginger helps in reversing the symptoms that hinder you from losing weight. In short, it can work to get in the way of any kind of bodily stressors.

There are more drinks that are healthy for you and can aid in your weight loss journey. Need to know more about losing weight? Connect with our online weight loss doctors at Dr2bThin, today.

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[little-raindrops-blog]

Things for littles or caregivers to do on sad days

Some of these might be weird but they all have explanations, bear with me. Also, they're not in any particular order, it's just a list for everyone

Clean your room- I know, I know, cleaning is no fun but most of the times when we're having sad days and aren't productive, we feel bad that we weren't productive. And if that doesn't happen to you, not only does it give your mind something else to think about but I guarantee you'll feel better once you're in a clean environment. And you can always listen to music

Make a nest or fort- Nests and forts or even a hiding place you might have in your Ikea shelf bed are perfect for sealing the outside world away. If you share a room, please ask your roommate to leave your fort alone and if they're not respective of that, nests are more discreet

Hug your stuffies- Yes, even you caregivers. You can have a stuffie as a caregiver, they're not just for littles. Some people have stuffies and don't even know what age regression is. But when you're sad, your stuffies get sad too so you guys have to hug until you feel better. If you have more than 1, be sure to rotate or hug more than 1 at once

Talk to your stuffie- Your stuffie is there to help YOU. That's YOUR comfort object so you can use them as your own personal therapist if you want (please try to get a real one if you need to, stuffies aren't great problem solvers). If you don't feel like talking, babble or have them read your mind

Eat yummy foods- If eating food doesn't help or food is the reason you're having a bad day or maybe you're sick, skip this part (though, please try to eat when you can). You can make soup or cereal or yogurt or Mac and cheese or chicken nuggets, whatever you want, it's your sad day. Don't eat too many sweets and try not to overstuff yourself

Drink plenty of liquids- It can be juice or water or milk (make sure to meet the 8-10 cups of water a day requirement). Soda probably isn't the best for little ones but caregivers, feel free as long as you're responsible. Definitely drink water if you've been crying to avoid dehydration headaches which brings me to my next point

Cry- I know what you're thinking but crying helps. You don't have to cry in front of anyone but if you feel like you have to, just let it out. Crying releases gross toxins that stress makes that could get you sick so it's scientifically proven that crying is good

Please please please take a break- Don't do ANY WORK. Unless it's something you enjoy as a hobby like diying pacifiers or making bracelets, don't do it. And don't do it to fill out any orders, you'll stress yourself out. If you feel like you need something to do to distract you, try coloring or playing out a fairytale with your dolls or racing trucks or building towers with blocks

Rest- Take a nap, try to get a full 8-10 hours of sleep, whatever you need to do to feel better. You don't even have to sleep, just relax

Take a bubble bath- Yes, it has to be a bubble bath. Shampoo or body wash can make bubbles if you don't have bubble bath solution. Add toys if you want to and can, some of your stuffies can even take baths with you (make sure they can by reading the tags). You can even add a face mask to make it more fun. Then, sink in and relax

[mingishoe]

Disobey | S.MG

Summary: After you break Mingi’s rule he walks in to see you breaking another, he decides to punish you.

Genre: Smut 

Pairing: Mingi x Reader

Word count: 3.8K 

Smut Warnings: HardDom!Mingi, sub!reader, humiliation, sir kink, slight hair pulling, degradation, spanking, crying, jerking off, cum play, Mingi taking pictures of the reader, aftercare

Based on this dialogue prompt: “Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” “No.” “Good, now open the toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.”

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You had tagged along with Mingi and the rest of the members as they went to visit Stray Kids at their dorms. 

They had been planning this for a while and when Mingi asked if you wanted to go you immediately agreed. Mingi was a little bit weary because he knew how much you liked their group. You would never admit it, opting to spare the feelings of your boyfriend, but they were your favourite boy group. 

When you first walked in, you stuck to Mingi’s side feeling way too overwhelmed as each of the members greeted you with a wide smile. You knew you were being kinda annoying so you slowly started to give Mingi his own space to talk to whoever he wanted. 

You were still really shy, only speaking when someone asked you a question. Chan had noticed your behaviour and sat next to you. He tried making conversation with you but noticed how you wouldn’t make eye contact as you looked away with flushed cheeks. He smiled fondly, thinking you were really cute, “Do you want anything to drink? We have lots of different things… why don’t you come with me? Is that okay?”

You agreed and stood up as he guided you to their kitchen. He watched as you stood awkwardly behind him, “You can hop onto the counter and I’ll find you something to drink.” 

Your eyes widened slightly because when you sit on the counters at the dorms, Seonghwa wants to chop your head off. You hesitate but you jump onto the counter as you watch Chan pulling things out of their refrigerator, “We have sodas, juice, or water. Which would you like?” 

You think for a minute before you see the juice box Chan is holding, it’s your favourite. “The juice please.”

Chan hands you the juice and you start to sip through the straw carefully. You can feel Chan’s heavy gaze on you as you're looking down at your feet. He thinks you’re so cute but he doesn’t want to say anything in case he scares you off, “Is it better in here? They’re being really loud out there, it’s kinda hard to think.” 

 You laugh softly and he thinks that’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard, “Yeah, even if it was just Wooyoung and Mingi it would be just as loud.” 

Chan laughs loudly and you feel your nerves starting to fade away, “S-Sorry if I was being too shy or quiet… I’m just really nervous.” 

“Nervous? About what?” Chan cocks his head to the side as he walks closer to you, leaning against the counter next to you.

“You. Well, all of you.” Chan’s smile widened along with the corner of his eyes crinkling and you found yourself blushing at the sight, “Stray Kids is my favourite group. Don’t tell Mingi though because it’ll break his heart! But yeah, I just got kinda overwhelmed.”

As you spoke your voice started to get quieter and your cheeks got even more red as you avoided his eyes, “Ah, you’re so cute!” Chan suddenly exclaimed, his Australian accent coming out to make you have a heart attack. 

You whine softly but try to regain composure because you remembered Mingi was just in the next room. 

As you got more comfortable you got more touchy and you really didn’t think anything of it because you were touchy with the rest of Ateez, so to you it was just normal. Chan on the other hand didn’t know that so he thought you were flirting with him. You’ll admit, you may have been flirting just a incy wincy bit but mostly it was just some friendly banter. 

You and Chan talk for what felt like ever and you don’t understand why you were so nervous in the first place. 

Chan was really nice and funny and he was just as interested in you as you were him! He didn’t get annoyed with all your questions about him and their touring or the way you gushed about their songs and visuals… maybe even accidentally letting it slip that he’s your bias.

You watch with a fond smile as his cheeks dust a pretty pink as he’s smiling brightly, “Me?! Really? You’re so cute I could die!” 

You yourself didn’t really think too much about the way Chan was talking to you because for all you knew he could talk to everyone that way, so you decided to just ignore it even though it made your heart beat just a tad bit faster.

Mingi looked beside him to ask you a question but stopped in the middle of his sentence to realise you weren’t there. He looked around with furrowed eyebrows and turned back to whoever he was talking to, “Have you seen y/n?” 

Suddenly he hears a squeal that most definitely belongs to you comin from the kitchen and his eyebrows furrow further as he wonders who you’re with. All of his members were here so you had to be with someone else…

Mingi stood up, already filled with annoyance after you had disobeyed his rule to stay with one of them. 

Back in the kitchen you had started squealing because Chan had somehow made his way in between your legs and started poking at your side whenever you kept getting shy. 

“S-Should we go back? We’ve been in here for a while…” Chan shrugs and you watch as his eyes flicker between your eyes and lips. You’re about to reject his advance and politely explain that you’re dating Mingi, but then you feel his lips on yours. 

Your eyes widen and your hands kinda flail beside you awkwardly as you're completely frozen in place. “Hey y/n what did I say about-” 

Shit.

You finally regain control of your body and push Chan off you harshly as you jump down from the counter. 

You don’t even have to look at Mingi to know that you’re absolutely fucked, “What the fuck are you doing?” 

You avoid the harsh gaze of Mingi and the confused gaze of Chan as you bite your lip, trying to contain the tears that are threatening to fall. You’ve never felt more guilty than you do right now. 

You know you didn’t do anything wrong and Chan was the one that kissed you but you can’t help but feel like you were the one at fault. In a way you were because you didn’t push him off immediately, even though it was a couple seconds afterwards, and didn’t reject his earlier advances that you were just now seeing. 

“I was kissing them?” Chan spoke up, completely oblivious to why Mingi was upset. 

“No shit Chan, I saw.” You didn’t even have the heart to speak up, afraid you wouldn’t be able to speak for long before you started crying.

“Then what’s your problem?” You cringed slightly knowing that it could get ugly really quick. 

Mingi ignores him and turns his attention back to you, “Didn’t I tell you to stay with one of us? And you still decided to disobey me didn’t you?” You wanted to apologise, you really did. To both Mingi and Chan, but you didn’t want to get in any more trouble than you already were so you just nodded weakly. 

“Are You their boss or something? They’re not a child, they can take care of themselves.” Strike fucking three. 

Mingi knew that he should be treating Chan with respect but Mingi really didn’t give any shits right now, “I’m their boyfriend. Boy,,, friend,,, do I have to spell it out for you? I’m their boyfriend which means yes, they’re mine.” You knew it was the wrong time but as Mingi spoke, his voice lowered an octave making your stomach tighten with arousal. 

For the first time you looked at Mingi and you almost immediately regretted it. Another wave of arousal washed over you as his jaw was clenched and looked at you with complete anger. He knew exactly what you were thinking so he pushed it further just to humiliate you further, “Isn’t that right y/n?” 

You knew he wanted you to say but you couldn’t. Not when Chan was looking at you the way he was, an expression you couldn’t quite figure out. “Y-Yes.” 

Your heart was beating harshly and your face was flaming hot. You don’t think you’ve ever been in this much trouble before, “Yes what?” 

Your eyes snapped to Mingi’s and your eyes alone begged him not to make you say it but you knew it was no use whenever he just raised his eyebrows at you. 

You knew you didn’t really have to. All you had to do was say the word and you didn’t have to do anything but you liked this. You liked the adrenaline it gave you, you liked the way Chan’s eyes darkened in his own arousal, and you liked the way Mingi was staring at you knowing you were his and had absolutely no interest in anyone else so you said it, “Yes sir.” 

“Good. Now we’re going to go back with everyone else and you’re gonna sit beside me like a good kitten. Then when we go back home, you’re not gonna be able to walk.” You wanted to crawl into a ball and let the ground eat you up. That’s how embarrassed you were. Usually Mingi only said stuff like that in front of his members, not other idols, but either way you let Mingi drag you back where everyone was at.

You got looks from the members because they already knew you were in trouble. Other than Chan though, his members didn’t think twice about it which made you sigh in relief. 

You sat quietly next to Mingi, practically on top of him, as he left his hand in your lap to give you some sort of comfort so you’d know he wasn’t 100% mad at you. 

Your attention was solely on his hands. You played with his fingers and twirled the rings that looked so pretty there. You were thinking of the way they’d slap against your skin as Mingi punished you. You felt yourself getting more and more aroused and you crossed your legs to take your mind off the issue. 

Your attention was pulled to Hyunjin who had said cutely, “You and y/n are dating right? Y’all are really cute together! I wish more idols were allowed to have relationships…” 

You suddenly felt another wave of guilt come over you. You knew that the second Mingi had asked you out he was risking the popularity of their group. Once an idol announced they were dating it was a shit storm. Many fans would throw a fit and want them to break up or want the member to leave the group and luckily it wasn’t like that with you. You weren’t an idol but everyone thought it was really cute that Mingi would take you out to cute cafes and to amusement parks whenever he had a day off, or whenever he would take you touring with them you’d be in the front row cheering him on. But you knew that’s why Mingi was so strict with you sometimes, neither of you could afford to have you acting out in public when everyone’s eyes were on you. 

You were so busy in your thoughts that you didn’t hear Hongjoong asking the members to get their things so we could leave. Mingi had called you like three times and you finally heard him and you got up quickly not wanting to get into any more trouble than you were already in. You awkwardly bowed to Chan and the other members took you into a hug that you hesitantly returned.

You could feel Mingi’s eyes burning into the back of your head so you didn’t say much besides a goodbye and followed Mingi out of the building. 

Now you were really in trouble. Mingi sat in the front seat next to Seonghwa who was driving which left you to sit in the back next to Yunho. 

Yunho could feel the anxiety dripping off of you. Your leg was bouncing as you looked out the window waiting for whatever Mingi had in store for you. 

“What’d you do?” You look to Yunho with guilty eyes, “N-Nothing, like actually nothing.” 

Yunho raises his eyebrows at you, “Well, I mean… Chan k-kissed me and before I could push him off Mingi walked in.” 

Yunho inhaled sharply and you knew you really were fucked. “It wasn’t me though! Yunho it really wasn’t!” 

“I know, and I’m sure he does too but he just wants to have a little bit of fun.” You pout at Yunho’s words and kick your legs to throw a little temper tantrum. 

Before you know it you’re back at the dorms and you’re following Mingi to his room. You sit on the bed without saying anything and stare down at your hands, “What do you think your punishment should be?”

You swallow harshly before you quietly say, “Spanking?” 

“Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” 

Your bottom lip trembles as you shake your head, “N-No.” 

Mingi pets you in a condescending manner, “Good, now open the toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.” 

You hesitate before you stand up and make your way to the closet. You get the box that’s at the back of the closet and open it to reveal the many paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, and vibrators.

You know which one hurts the most but you don't want to pick it. You know it’s supposed to hurt but it hurts a lot… “Get it.”

You whine but grab the wooden paddle and hand it to Mingi. It was slightly smaller than the others which made it hurt more and the worst part, the most humiliating part, it had an imprint of Mingi’s name. 

“민기” it marks his name into your ass so everyone knows who you belong to. One time he spanked you so hard, in the same spot, bruising his name into your ass. Afterwards he made you walk out of the room completely naked so everyone could see who you belonged to. 

Mingi grabbed your arm and threw you into the bed face down and placed a slap to your clothed ass with his hand making you jerk harshly, “Don’t fucking move.” 

Mingi pulled both your jeans and underwear off and threw them to the side before he spanked you once more. You tried not to move, you tried not to break another rule Mingi had given you but your legs flailed making Mingi groan in annoyance. 

He walks away and back to the closet making you cry out, “Nonono! Mingi please don’t!” 

“What did you call me?” Shit.

“S-Sir! Sir! I’m sorry sir! P-Please Don’t!” You could cry. You hated being tied up and Mingi knew it. 

He decided to give you a little bit of slack and not tie you up. Instead he walked over to you and grabbed you by the hair to pull you up. 

He sat on the bed and then pushed you back down so you were laying across his lap. He held your legs down and brought the paddle to rub on your ass. 

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you anticipated when the first slap would be, “Want you to count. If you lose track we’re gonna start again.” 

“O-Okay, yes sir.” Suddenly a loud smack echoed throughout the room and you didn’t even have the time to register what had happened before tears threatened to fall.

Your chest heaved as you already felt a bruise starting to form, “O-One!” 

Mingi laughed at you and you’ve never been this aroused in your entire life, “I’m not gonna touch you after this. You don’t deserve it.” Slap. “Since you want to be,” slap. “A slut.” Slap. 

You couldn’t help the loud groans and screams as Mingi hit you three times with the paddle, “F-Four! Fuck- Four!” You let out a loud squeal as Mingi went to trace the letters of his name. 

It fucking hurt, “Doesn’t feel good does it?” You didn’t know the answer to that question. It felt good but it also fucking hurt. Mingi wanted his name to bruise into your skin so he hit you in the exact same spot every time. 

“You were being a slut right? Letting Chan touch you like I wasn’t even there.” When you didn’t answer another slap was harshly given to you.

“Y-Yes! Fuck yes! I-I was being a s-slut” Your breathing was erratic and tears were streaming down your face as you tried to pull away from Mingi but you knew you were far from done. 

Mingi didn’t say anything further but continued to listen to your screaming and crying as he didn’t falter with the slaps he was giving you. 

“M-Mingi- fuck sir! Sir, I c-can’t! Hurts!” Mingi softened slightly as he put the paddle to the side. You had lost track of how many times you got spanked but Mingi didn’t seem to mind. 

Your arousal was covering your thighs as you were embarrassingly close to cumming untouched. Mingi picked you up, careful of the puffed up and bruising skin on your ass that looked like 민기 only slightly off from the times Mingi might have not gotten it right on, and made you straddle his lap.

As soon as you were on Mingi’s lap you started grinding down onto him. Mingi didn’t object to what you were doing so you assumed it was okay and continued. 

Mingi was still fully clothed so you were 100% staining his clothes with your cum but that was the last thing on your mind as you suddenly came. You shoved your face in Mingi’s neck as you moaned out and cried loudly. Mingi ran his hand down your back in a comforting manner as you brought yourself down from your orgasm.

As soon as Mingi sees that you caught your breath he lifts you off his lap and lays you on your stomach. You whine as you hear his belt being unbuckled hoping he’ll be nice and finally fuck you. Spoiler alert, he wasn’t.

He straddles the back of your thighs and you hear a loud groan and immediately turn around to see Mingi with his cock in his hand. Mingi is jerking himself off as he's staring down at your bruised ass, “You’re such a fucking whore.”

Mingi’s breathing is laboured as his hand increases in speed. His eyes are glued to the spot on your ass, “You like to be punished, don’t you? You like for everyone to know you’re mine right?”

Mingi didn’t give you any time to actually answer any of his questions because he continued to spit dirty words at you, “Mine. You’re fucking mine. Gonna have to show everyone this pretty ass of yours with my name on it.” 

You could feel drops of cum dripping onto your ass cheek where Mingi had previously been spanking you making you hiss from the slight burn, “P-Please- Please sir, g-give it to me. C-Cum for me sir.”

Mingi lets out a few more groans and growls before you feel ropes of cum covering your ass and lower thighs. Your face burned as you felt the sticky substance stain your skin. Mingi growls and mumbles something like “mine” before he reaches in his back pocket to grab his phone, “Don’t move.”

You’re not sure what he’s doing but you see a flash and your heart stops. The thing Mingi loved the most was taking pictures and videos of how pretty you looked for him. It’s not that you didn’t like it, it's just if his phone gets into the wrong hands (since Mingi loses his phone 20 times every day) you’ll both be done for. 

The members also grab Mingi’s phone and are a bit too nosey and always end up seeing the pictures, not that you minded, you liked the teasing. 

Mingi switches positions and gets off of you and moves behind you. He grips onto your hips and pulls you up so you’re on your knees. He spreads your legs to reveal the most intimate parts of you along with your cum stained thighs, “You look so pretty darling. Always look so good for me.” 

There’s more flashes that make you whine loudly already knowing what Mingi was going to do with the pictures. Suddenly there's a constant flash as he starts recording you. You feel his fingers collecting the cum that was dripping down your ass and thighs before he shoved his cum dripping finger in your pulsing hole.

He continued the process until he decided he was satisfied and your hole was filled with his cum. You whined whenever Mingi didn’t continue to touch you but shut up quickly when he placed a soft slap to your inner thigh before stopping the recording.

“Lay back down darling.” Mingi walked out to go get something before he came back and pressed kisses down your spine. He brings a wet cloth to carefully wipe the cum off of you. 

Your mouth opens in a mix of shock and pain as Mingi gets his mixture of aloe and scar cream and applies it to the area where he had been harshly spanking you just minutes before. 

Mingi pouts down at the bruised and puffed up skin with a mix of guilt and pride, “I’m sorry buttercup.” You smile at the nickname as Mingi lays down next to you. You can tell Mingi feels really bad from the look in his eyes so you press a kiss to his pouty lips.

Mingi smiles and pulls you on top of him and holds you tightly. He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of water before he hands it to you and carefully holds your head. You almost choke because Mingi moves you but you quickly recover as you push his hand away coughing slightly.

You laugh as you press kisses all on Mingi’s face hoping to make him feel a little bit better about what he did to your behind. “It’s okay Mingi, I like it.”

[atsuumus]

set, confess | tobio kageyama

pairing - tobio kageyama x reader

synopsis - in which kageyama runs away from you every time you try to confess to him, and you don’t know why.

word count - 2.08k

he has to be doing this on purpose. you can come up with no other explanation why every time you approach him with a gift in your hand and a confession on your lips, he simply takes the little cardboard box, gives you a curious, vaguely concerned glance, and thanks you for the treat before running off with his milk. you can never think of anything else to give him. it’s always milk. you’re pretty sure the button for milk on the vending machine is irreversibly dented inwards by now, both from his aggressive jabs and your constant presses. every single time you finally pluck up enough courage to even consider telling him of the feelings that bubble up in your heart ( which, if you’re being honest, is pretty much every other week, seeing how your friends’ constant pestering and teasing always bring you to proclaim that you’ll actually tell him this time, and then never get the chance to ) and slip a few coins into the worn white vending machine in exchange for a packet of milk, you end up watching the blue words printed on its surface slowly get further and further away as the boy named tobio kageyama runs towards the gym a little bit away from the main school building. it’s like the tiny blue smudge in his hands is mocking you. calling you an idiot for buying one after another for a boy who always runs away before you can ever say anything.

by now, you’re convinced that he knows you like him, doesn’t like you back, and is, in fact, purposefully avoiding you so he doesn’t have to hear your confession and brutally reject you. no matter what hitoka says, that has to be the case. you know you can trust her when she swears every time he walks into the gym with a packet of milk you bought him, he seems happier. and every time hinata teases him with a big grin and a “ did y/n buy that for you ? ” he gets all red and flustered and tells him to shut up, because yes, you did, and why would that matter. she says kageyama likes you back. and while you’d trust hitoka with your life and all your secrets, you aren’t so sure you take her word for it. after all, if kageyama really liked you back, as she said, then wouldn’t he actually stop and listen to what you had to say instead of taking his milk packet and running ? if you didn’t like him this much, you’d report him for daylight robbery. the fact that you technically did buy it for him anyways is irrelevant.

you’ve had enough at this point. you’re quickly running out of patience ( and money ) and your heart just physically cannot take this anymore. all you want to do is tell him so he can say no and you can move on. why can’t he stay still long enough to hear you out ? it’s so frustrating. you’re so frustrated. you hate it here. it kinda, really, sucks. you are very, very close to knocking him out and tying him to a chair, just so he can’t go running off to practice the minute the milk packet’s in his hand. all you’d need is some rope and a baseball bat. it’s very possible. the more you think about it, the closer you are to googling where you can buy a baseball bat.

the reasonable part of your brain talks you out of it. it is pretty illegal, and you don’t want to go to jail. that is strictly a last resort. instead, you decide to simply attend the volleyball club’s match ( because what could be more cliche than that ? ) and catch him before he goes home. hitoka's always asked you to attend a match with her, so it should be fine.

hitoka gladly meets up with you at the stadium the next afternoon. you didn’t have time to buy milk for kageyama, and you hand feels strangely empty without that little white packet. you’ve only ever come across volleyball in physical education - the little volleyball segment that’s part of the curriculum is the only experience you’ve had with the sport. hitoka meets up with you as promised and brings you with her to see the team before their match. you only really know the first years - hinata greets you with a smile and a cheerful welcome. tsukishima and yamaguchi are people you’ve seen in passing, and you wave awkwardly at them. the second and third years you bow to. kiyoko, the third-year manager, gives you a smile and thanks you for taking the time to come down and watch. you stand next to hitoka and try your best not to catch kageyama’s eyes, though you see him frown at you every now and then. 

you catch his hand just before you join hitoka in the stands. he seems to holt a little at your touch, but he doesn't pull away. you wonder why. " g-good luck, " you actually meet his eyes this time, and you're surprised to see pink decorating his cheeks. his palm is rough but warm against yours, and you can't help but notice how small your hand is compared to his. for some reason, it makes you soft. he doesn't respond and you let go, turning to run up the stairs after hitoka, cheeks burning red. your palm tingles a little, like your skin is trying to remember the feeling of his hand in yours.

okay, so maybe there's a chance he likes you. at least, that's what you think, before the match starts and you catch him looking at you like you’re a cockroach who snuck into his court. ( you don’t know this, but it’s just because you watching him play makes him nervous for some reason, and he doesn’t know how to process and react accordingly. ) you see him and hinata bicker over something a couple of times, but you have no idea about what. the rest of the team seems to find it amusing - two second years you know as tanaka and nishinoya pat kageyama's back once or twice. you do wonder why kageyama’s cheeks go bright pink every time. ( you don’t know this either, but it’s because hinata says he’s been showing off because you’re here and he likes you and he refuses to admit it. ) you’ve never really liked volleyball to the point where you’d want to play professionally, but you even with your inexperience, you know that they’re good. it’s pretty impressive. you make a mental note to attend another match when hitoka invites you. 

the match ends way too soon - karasuno wins, your voice is very much gone, you’re pretty much exhausted at this point. you’re also severely dehydrated. you might be dying. but it was worth it, because you don’t think you’ve ever seen kageyama that happy. the thought only serves to drive a stake further into your heart, the notion that only something like volleyball will ever make him smile like that - not you, not anything you could ever do. you almost chicken out and run all the way home, but you’re not sure whether you’ll ever have a chance like this again - maybe he’ll be nice when he’s breaking your heart into little pieces, still riding that victory high. 

you start down the stairs towards the doors that lead to the court, where you know you’ll bump into him. on the way, you notice a big white vending machine, not unlike the one back at school, stocked with everything from water to soda to fruit juice. a familiar white packet catches your eye. subconsciously, you pause. it’s like you’re on autopilot - you fish your wallet out of your bag and slip a few coins into the machine, gently pressing the button you want. it’s slightly more expensive than the milk you get from the vending machine back at school, even though it’s the exact same product, right down to those damn blue letters you’ve proclaimed Enemy Number One. it just feels right, you think, as you duck down to collect the little milk packet from the machine. you wrap your fingers around it tightly, the tension going out of your shoulders every so slightly. it feels like an old friend, at this point. you can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.

“ kageyama ! ” you catch him leaving the court, still in his jersey, wiping the sweat from his forehead. he freezes when he hears you call his name, shoulders tensing, and your heart sinks a little bit. he probably doesn’t want to talk to you ; that’s why he’s been running away, why he’s been avoiding you. his eyebrows furrow when he turns to look at you, nose scrunching ever so slightly. that cannot be a good sign. ( the tops of his cheekbones are dusted in hues of red and pink, but that’s only because of the game, right. . . ? wrong. ) 

here you go. it’s long overdue. finally, he’s standing right in front of you. you have to be quick, or he’ll run away again - whether it’s because he doesn’t want to hear this or because he has to go back to the team, he’ll slip through your fingers again. you take a deep breath, before hesitantly extending the little packet of milk towards him. he mutters a soft “ thank you, ” as he reaches out for it, and that’s when the words slip past your lips - “ i-i like you ! ”

he pauses, and when you peek upwards to meet his eyes, you see the confusion swirling in them, the bemused pout on his lips. did he really not know. . . ? “ i like you too. . . ? we’re friends. . . ? ”

you know what. you’re only very slightly surprised.

you’re on the verge of tears, you swear. you’re going to cry. and you don’t cry easily. it’s a mixture of relief, frustration, and a sudden overwhelming urge to simultaneously throw the milk packet at his face and die of sheer relief. inhale, exhale. all this while, you thought he hated you - all this while, he was simply too thick and too focused on volleyball to notice. you hate him. so much. you feel as if your soul has left your body.

“ i. . . no, ” you’re not sure how to continue. your statement only serves to confuse him more. you can’t believe you fell for this man. “ i like you. like, i want to be your girlfriend. you know. that kind of like. ”

every word has you curling into yourself slightly, tucking your chin into the collar of your uniform as a sudden wave of embarrassment washes over you. the hand still holding the milk packet out to him is kind of sore. you wonder if he’ll take it, or if you’ve embarrassed him too.

a choked sound escapes his throat, and you look back up at him in slight alarm - you never considered the possibility that he would quite literally choke and die at your confession, and you wonder what you’ll do if he starts going blue due to a lack of oxygen. you’re about to run off for one of his teammates or something for help, but then he takes the milk packet from your hands and very, very shyly replaces it with his own, pressing his palm against yours like the world’s most awkward handshake. his fingers barely brush your skin, like he’s scared to touch you, and you find that you just really want to hold his hand properly. you have no idea what he’s doing - it makes your heart skip a beat anyways. you don’t really mind this awkward handshake thing. it’s kind of endearing. you’re also just a simp.

he clears his throat, cheeks burning red, and mumbles something, so soft that you can barely hear it. you have a good idea of what it might be, but just to be sure, you ask him to say it again. the words that greet you must be the best things you’ve heard in your entire life, and you’ve heard a lot of things.

“ w-well, i like you too. ”

[btxtreads]

✒️ opposite attraction 🖋

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: WISH

↳ Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Reader

↳ word count: 1.7k words

↳ rating: PG

↳ genre: fluff, so much fluff

↳ warnings: underage drinking, sunhee tries to sell herself too much, sunhee verbal smackdown

a/n: I lied. There is a chapter in Beomgyu’s house and it’s written. 🤡anon big brain that’s so sexc

IMPORTANT: i dont know if you guys know this, but this smau was inspired by two of my favorite mangas-turned-jdramas: Itazura na Kiss: Love in Tokyo and Hana Yori Dango. This chapter was inspired by Hana Yori Dango Season 1′s theme song: Wish by Arashi. I think the upbeat hopeful tone of the song describes Taehyun and Y/N’s relationship a lot lol. You can read the english translation of the lyrics here. Enjoy! 💖

Taehyun leaned on the counter doing what he does best—observe.

In his hands was a cup of grape soda, which he was told was Hueningkai’s specific request.

All around him were strobe lights and drunk teenagers.

Beomgyu, sporting a can of sprite, was actively avoiding Minjeong as he made his way to Taehyun.

Minjeong was behind him, tipsy and drunk as she called to Beomgyu.

Both boys knew she already downed three shots upon arrival.

“What’s up!” Beomgyu greeted happily as he reached Taehyun, slinging an arm around the shorter male.

“She’s wasted,” Taehyun noted, pointing over to Minjeong.

The said girl swayed as Ara, equally as drunk, approached her with a giggle.

Beomgyu winced.

“Yeah, someone saw her down three shots in one go. Is she even legal yet?”

“Nope,” Taehyun shrugged. “That’s what you get when you throw a party with an open-for-all liquor bar,”

Beomgyu chuckled as Taehyun raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re already legal though, and it’s your party. I’m sure you could drink,” Taehyun said. “Why aren’t you?”

“I have a mission and I can’t do it when I’m drunk,” Beomgyu shrugged. “Also I’m not in the mood, maybe later.”

Taehyun rolled his eyes.

Beomgyu’s phone rang with an alert.

“Oh, they’re here,” Beomgyu muttered.

Taehyun whipped his head to the boy, heart suddenly pounding as he fought to maintain his composure.

“Oh, are they?” Taehyun asked nonchalantly as he looked back at the crowd.

Beomgyu snorted, patting Taehyun’s back.

“Yeah, so is Sunhee,” Beomgyu teased before a hand gripped Taehyun’s shoulder.

“Hi, Tae!” A shrill voice called.

Taehyun turned, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

“Beom, this is Sunhee?” Taehyun asked, frowning as the boy nodded.

Sunhee’s eyes brightened as she straightened her posture, smile widening.

“Oh, It’s you,” Taehyun hummed.

“It’s me?” Sunhee blinked flirtatiously, hand landing on Taehyun’s arm. “Ah, have you been looking for me?”

Taehyun remained stone-faced as the girl flaunted her short dress.

“I dressed up for you, by the way,” Sunhee giggled, gesturing to her awfully tight dress and sky-high pumps.

“Can you even walk in that?” Beomgyu asked incredulously.

“Oh, of course, Gyu!” Sunhee giggled, making Beomgyu form a face of disgust.

“Please don’t call me that,”

“But Y/N calls you that?” Sunhee replied, her smile tense.

Taehyun’s head whipped up at the mention of the girl.

“Why can’t I, Gyu? We’re friends, right?” Sunhee continued, her arm snaking around Taehyun’s.

The boy’s eyes wandered around as Beomgyu shook his head with a firm no.

Taehyun’s eyes locked onto Y/N, who had the prettiest white dress on, walking across the room with Hueningkai.

They conversed by the snack table, Hueningkai grabbing them two bottles of grape juice, before Hueningkai was pulled away by Ara.

Y/N shot a gaze over at their direction, locking eyes with Taehyun.

“Tae, babe? You okay?”

Taehyun flinched, looking down at Sunhee.

In a span of the few seconds he was looking for Y/N, the girl manage to press up even closer to him and procured a can of beer in her hands.

“How old are you?” Taehyun asked.

Delighted, Sunhee giggled.

“You must be so curious about me,” Sunhee tilted her head and hummed.

Beside them, Beomgyu muttered under his breath as he shoved a nacho chip in his mouth.

“I asked you a question,” Taehyun rolled his eyes. “Are you deaf?”

There was a beat of silence before Sunhee laughed obnoxiously, making Taehyun glare at the girl in irritation.

“That was so funny, babe!” Sunhee giggled, lightly hitting his arm. “Hm, well, I’m the same age as you,”

“So, you’re not legal?”

“Oh,” Sunhee raised her eyebrows, smirking as she tilted her head flirtatiously. “That wouldn’t be a problem,”

“It actually is, since you’re drinking under legal age,” Taehyun commented, gesturing to the can of beer in her hands. “Stop calling me babe, we’re not close. Don’t call me Tae, we’re not friends.”

Sunhee blinked in surprise as Taehyun shook her off with an irritated sigh.

“For the record, I don’t like girls who sell themselves too much,” Taehyun rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

“Tae, I’m just teasing,” Sunhee rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Yeah? Well, it’s not cute or sexy or whatever you’re going for so stop,” Taehyun snorted.

“Oh, but you looked at me like I was when you said ‘It’s you,’” Sunhee said suggestively.

Behind Taehyun, Beomgyu sat at the counter as he watched the exchange in amusement.

“I was just wondering who you were since you assumed my tweet yesterday was about you,” Taehyun scoffed. “Which isn’t, since I have no idea who the hell you are. Stop holding me, god.”

Before Sunhee could reply, Taehyun backed away from the girl, who tried to take his arm again, and turned back to Beomgyu with pursed lips.

The said boy was cackling silently at the side.

“She’s so annoying,” Taehyun hissed as Beomgyu snorted. “Anyways, have you seen—“

“Y/N?” Beomgyu teased, wiggling his eyebrows at a fuming Sunhee behind Taehyun.

“I might be looking for Kai,” Taehyun said, turning back to Sunhee. “You’re still here? Why are you still here?”

“I was hoping that we could—“

“Are you stupid?” Taehyun groaned. “I was asking you to leave,”

“She’s at the garden,” Beomgyu said, nodding at the direction of the backyard.

“Whatever,” Taehyun snorted before glaring at Sunhee. “Don’t follow me,”

Beomgyu snorted, wandering away to save Hueningkai, who was stuck trying to get away from a drunk Ara, as Sunhee stewed in her spot.

Taehyun made a beeline over to the door to the exit, standing at the veranda.

He always found Beomgyu’s massive mansion beautiful—especially the backyard that was decorated with hanging plants and twinkling lights by the pool and the gardens.

The way the backyard looked right now made him doubt a little.

The tanning beds by the pool we filled with booze and beer cans, with the crazy students swimming around the pool in their outfits.

The pathway to the gardens, however, was much more peaceful.

Past the short pathway was a big space with a table in the middle, with bean bags and a fire pit at the side for campfires.

Lying on one particular bean bag, was a girl in a white dress.

Slowly, Taehyun made his way to the coffee table, taking a seat as he observed the girl who opted to observe the stars.

The girl slowly raised her head, blinking over at Taehyun.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

Taehyun frowned, shrugging.

“I don’t know,” He replied. “What are you looking at?”

Y/N cracked a tiny smile and leaned back, gazing up at the stars once more.

“The stars,”

“There are no stars,” Taehyun deadpanned, making Y/N laugh.

“Well, yeah, but you can imagine,” Y/N said.

Taehyun sighed, observing the girl.

She was so carefree. She looked like someone who doesn’t think things through and just goes with whatever was handed to them.

Taehyun didn’t like people like that.

“The news said there would be a shooting star tonight,” Y/N said. “At 10.”

“You’d be looking at a dead star,” Taehyun replied.

“I should make a wish,” Y/N hummed, ignoring the boy as she gazed at her watch. “Oh, that’s in 10 minutes,”

Taehyun cracked a smile.

Taehyun can stand her though.

He stood up and moved to the bean bag next to her, positioning himself to look up at the sky.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking,”

“At what?” Y/N frowned.

“The stars,” Taehyun replied, raising an eyebrow at the girl. “Now, shut up and wait for the shooting star,”

“Are you going to make a wish?”

“Maybe.”

“You’d be wishing on a dead star,” Y/N teased, making Taehyun snort.

“Original,”

Y/N giggled as she checked her watch again.

6 minutes.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyun said, his eyes trained at the sky.

“What are you apologizing for?” Y/N asked turning to the boy in confusion.

“I’ve been a big asshole lately,” Taehyun replied, before shaking his head. “I’m an asshole to everybody, but particularly to you,”

“Ah, it’s no big deal,” Y/N shrugged. “Co-captain of the basketball team, president of the student council, top student of the school and trying to ward girls off of you—must be so tiring,”

“I guess,” Taehyun sighed, making Y/N shake her head with a chuckle.

“I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to take the worst out on me,” Y/N smiled over at the boy before looking back up.

3 minutes.

“Beomgyu said you’re amazing and stuff,” Taehyun hummed. “I wondered what all the fuss was all about since you didn’t seem so confident and amazing when we did the project,”

“Well, I was—uh—dealing with some stuff,” Y/N replied. “Class, friends, bullies. You know, high school.”

“Bullies?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N snorted. “You know Sunhee? She and her friends—what a peach. Locked me in rooms and poured lunches on me,”

“Sunhee?” Taehyun furrowed his eyebrows, remembering the girl cozying up to him earlier as he sat up. “We should do something about it,”

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N smiled. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it,”

Taehyun turned to the girl, frowning.

“But, Y/N—“

“Trust me,”

“Okay, then,” Taehyun sighed, lying back down. “If you say so.”

Y/N smiled.

One minute.

“Hey, what are you wishing for?” Y/N asked, eyes darting around the sky to look for the shooting star bound to fall anytime.

“Uh, good health? grades? to win basketball finals?”

“I wish we can be great friends,” Y/N smiled over at him.

Taehyun smiled back.

“Yeah,” he agreed softly. “Me too.”

Overhead, a white streak darted past the night sky.

Y/N snapped her head to it with a gasp.

“Oh, there it is!” Y/N said, sitting up. “It’s a shooting star!”

Her hand reached out, taking a hold of his arm.

“Yeah,” Taehyun smiled at her. “Yeah, it is,”

He was more interested in looking at the star sitting next to him.

[mcwriting]

call me, beep me

In which I wrote a Kim Possible AU :)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3865 

Warnings: literally none lol it’s all fun and fluff

#

“Toooom!” you exclaimed in a loud cry. He had clumsily knocked over part of your science fair project, a diorama of the solar system. His misstep caused Pluto to pop off the wire and dented Neptune a little.

“Oh my gosh, y/n, I’m so sorry, let me get that-” he started to reach down and grab the littlest planet at the same time as you, causing both of your heads to bump together.

You each jumped back again, exclaiming “ow!” and rubbing your temples simultaneously.

Things had been off between you and your childhood best friend lately. 

You’d been attached at the hip since preschool, and though you had your ups and downs, had always stayed friends. You were partners in (fighting) crime, but now it was like you were out of sync and couldn’t figure out why. 

“It’s okay, Tom. Seriously. I can fix it myself. You need to work on your project anyways, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. If it makes you feel any better, most people don’t even consider Pluto a planet anymore, so I kinda did you a favor.”

“You take that back! Pluto is so a planet!”

As you both laughed it off, a familiar four-toned beep came from your pocket.

“What’s the sitch, Jacob?” you asked into the phone, where your friend could be seen sitting at his computer.

“Hey, y/n. I was checking out Dr. Gyllenhaal’s purchase history lately, and well... tell me if this sounds fishy: 200 pounds of cherry flavored jello mix. That might not sound too bad except that he’s at the villain convention and just snatched the last 30 liters of mind-control juice. The first person you look at after ingesting some can control what you do unless you can reverse it. Oh, and he invited you and everyone else in town to a cookout at the park tomorrow.”

“Well, definitely doesn’t sound like any regular cookout. I’ll check things out. Give me location on the convention and we’ll head over,” you responded, annoyed that you needed to take a pause on your project that was due the next morning.

“I’m gonna ask him why he chose cherry. I mean, really. All the flavors in the world and you pick cherry!?” Tom said incredulously. You rolled your eyes in amusement and grabbed his arm.

“Come on, jello boy. Let’s go.”

#

The year’s convention was the place to be.

The villain counsel had gotten together and gotten a spot at the biggest venue in Rio, and everyone had been able to share conquests and victories along the beach.

Which is where Dr. Gyllenhaal was happily sipping on his frozen drink in the sun as his henchwoman, Daisy, lounged nearby.

“So you really think jello is the way to go, huh? Not a mixer at the club? It’d be a lot more fun that way,” she trailed.

“Y/n y/l/n and that... that... buffoon of hers are in high school. They cannot go to clubs. But jello! I mean who doesn’t love jello!?”

“Well... me for one. And cherry, really? Cherry? Couldn’t have at least gone for strawberry?”

“Cherry is the best flavor and you know it! Now let me enjoy my drink in peace before we head back to the lair.”

“Better sip quickly. I think that’s her and her little friend on the parasail that just disconnected from the boat,” Daisy said nonchalantly, sunglasses pulled down to see you gliding towards the beach.

“WHAT!?”

He threw the drink aside and sat up quickly.

You and your parachute were floating down gracefully as Tom was struggling. His naked mole rat, Tessa, was desperately trying to detangle him but to no avail, so he decided to bail, dropping into the ocean with a large splash. 

You couldn’t help but shake your head as you detached and landed on the beach, doing a somersault to break your fall. 

“Miss y/l/n, nice of you to arrive,” Dr. Gyllenhaal sneered as you stood. You were about to answer when Tom was clumsily thrown onto the sand by the crashing tide. 

“And you brought your little boyfriend, too.”

You looked down in surprise at Tom, who gave you the same deer-in-the-headlights look.

“We’re not- I mean he isn’t-”

“Y/n and I would never- What are you-” 

You both stammered. 

“Oh how cute. They’re blushing.” Daisy teased. “Now, time to kick your butt.”

With that you ensued in typical hand-to-hand combat along the beach, using your tumbling skills to narrowly avoid Daisy’s glowing fists along with other beach obstacles. 

“Where’s the juice!? I know you have it!” you exclaimed between handsprings.

“Isn’t that a funny question. You know I have some right here but-” Gyllenhaal pulled out a flask with the liquid to gloat, but tripped, the lid popping off and liquid beginning to splash out. “Oops!”

It was heading towards both you and Tom, so you turned to say, “Don’t let it get in your mouth!”

Some splashed onto yours and Tom’s faces. He cringed and ran towards the ocean.

“Tom what are you-” you couldn’t finish the thought, because as you were watching, a drop fell from your lips onto your tongue.

Suddenly, you felt inclined to do whatever Tom said. He was washing his face off with the salt water when you turned back around to look at your nemesis.

"Ooh let’s see if this works. Okay y/n. Tell me I’m pretty,” Gyllenhaal said, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows. 

“Hmm. Maybe it needs to be an action. Y/n, go get me another piña colada.”

“What do you think I am, your slave?” you retorted sarcastically. His jaw dropped. 

“But I- I bought so much... WHY ISN’T IT WORKING?” he cried out.

Tom appeared next to you again.

“Hey y/n could you tell me if my hair’s messed up?”

You looked at him and without a thought answered.

“Oh yeah it’s parted weird. Lemme fix that.” You reached out and flopped a strand over. 

Dr. Gyllenhaal had a startling revelation.

“Oh no. Oh my gosh. YOU.YOU BUMBLING IDIOT. You’re the one who has the power to control y/n now? Oh dear. Daisy, we need to go at once!”

With that they sped off on a scooter, getting away once again. 

“What was he talking about? Oh hey, my shoe’s untied. Could you get that?” he asked. Usually it was a joke between you that you’d never tie his shoes, but immediately you were knelt down double knotting his laces.

You stood up, confused at what had overcome you, but quickly realization washed over your face.

“You...” you whispered. “I drank the juice, and now you get to control me until we can figure out a remedy...”

“What? No way, y/n. That’s crazy talk. If I had the power to control you, I’d tell you to eat an avocado and you’d actually do it.”

Ugh. Avocados.

One of your least favorite foods. They disgusted you, but without second thought you ran to find one, ravenously peeling off the skin with your bare hands and eating the soft fruit inside.

Tom looked at you in shock and horror.

“OH MY GOSH I”M CONTROLLING YOUR MIND!” he exclaimed, hands thrown upward onto his head. He started pacing and muttering to himself nervously.

You quickly finished the avocado, tossing the skin and pit aside. You wiped your mouth and immediately you were disgusted with yourself, the taste still lingering in your mouth.

“Ugh. That’s what I was trying to tell you!”

“Well call Jacob and figure out how to undo it!”

Immediately you pulled out your phone and rang him up, explaining the situation.

“... and it would really be nice if Tom could get me some water,” you muttered after telling Jacob what had happened.

“Why don’t you get it yourself?” Tom asked, prompting you to run to the nearest snack shack and grab yourself a water. You drank it in annoyance as Tom looked at you sheepishly.

“Well... here’s the problem... so far there’s no known antidote, y/n. Sorry. I’ll see if I can figure it out though,” Jacob explained. You groaned.

“Yeah, okay. Keep me in the loop. And while I’ve got you, could you send us a ride home?” 

“Sure thing, y/n. I’ll be in touch,” Jacob added, screen going black as he ended the call.

“Welp, y/n. This is going to be fun, right?” Tom asked enthusiastically.

“Sure. Fun.”

#

You were quickly putting together Tom’s baking soda volcano as he lounged nearby on your bed. He’d used his new power to get you to finish his project for him.

“As soon as we figure out the cure, I’m so gonna pummel you,” you said as you painted red drips around the rim and sides.

“Maybe it’s best that we don’t find that cure...” Tom started, until you shot him a glare. “Kidding! Kidding. Seriously though, y/n, I’ll repay you for doing this. It’s just, we all know you’re the smart one in this pairing.”

You perked up and looked at him funny as you continued to work.

“Pairing?”

“Well, yeah sure. I mean I couldn’t say couple, and well... I couldn’t think of a better word. Friendship doesn’t sound right either.”

You turned around, cheeks warm.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked quietly.

“We’re more than just friends, y/n. Everyone knows that. We’ve been at each other’s sides for forever. I just feel like only calling us friends doesn’t really encapsulate our relationship.”

“Oh... yeah. I see,” you said, a couple nervous chuckles leaving your breath as you moved on from painting lava to gluing fake trees around the volcano.

“What do you see it as, y/n?”

You felt the urgency to answer truthfully but wasn’t really sure how to. Like you’d said before, it was complicated.

“Well I... I don’t know. You’re my best friend, Tom. I’m not really sure what else to say.”

Tom looked down at Tessa, who was asleep in his hand. 

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, of course. I mean, that’s probably how anyone else would describe it...” he trailed. You felt yourself deflate in the same way Tom did, but you’d been honest.

You kind of had to be, after all. 

After a few minutes of rare silence between you two, Tom spoke up again.

“Hey y/n? You don’t have to keep working on that. It looks incredible as it is and I owe you a million for it.” You stopped what you were doing and leaned away from the project. 

“You know, I think I’m gonna head home. Tessa’s pretty much konked out and I’m pretty exhausted, too. It’s probably best that you finish up your work and hit the hay after I leave.”

You knew his statement wasn’t supposed to be a command, but now you’d be doing just that as soon as he was out the door.

He got up to leave, stuffing the sleepy mole rat into his pocket where she often hid and you stood from your place on the floor. 

“I’ll get all this stuff in the morning when I come to pick you up, okay?” Tom said. You nodded, a slight, lopsided grin on your lips.

You both stood awkwardly for a second before you leaned in, giving him a hug like you often did when parting ways. His arms engulfed you.

“Good night, y/n.”

“Night, Tom.”

With that you parted and he was out the door. As soon as you heard the front door shut, you were back to fixing your solar system.

#

As you got ready in the morning, thoughts about the prior night came bubbling up.

You hadn’t really had much thought about it before, because you’d been “ordered” to do your school project and go to bed, not leaving much time for reflection.

Are we just best friends? Are we not? I mean we aren’t a couple but we’ve got more going on than the average best friend, right? Am I just saying this because we fight crime unlike everyone else? Do I like-

You were snapped out of your thoughts when your  younger twin brothers called up, signaling that Tom was at the door. A few moments later he appeared at your bedroom.

“Mornin’ y/n,” he said, chipper as ever. It seemed that he was going to put the previous night’s events behind him. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, just a second. I forgot to take your project to my car before you got here.”

“Oh I can get mine,” Tom offered, stuffing a tri-fold under his arm and picking up the volcano with his hands.

“You- you’re not gonna make me do it?” you asked.

“What? Nah. I’m actively trying to not mind control you today. I feel bad about doing it.” 

“It’s going to happen eventually, you know. But come on. I don’t want to be late to the science fair.”

#

Yours and Tom’s displays were next to each other in the gym and for the most part, everything was going well. 

He’d slipped up a couple of times in the mind control department, but they were simple questions, so no one really picked up on it.

As you were preparing for the fair to start, you rolled your eyes as your co-caption on the cheer squad (and high school enemy) Zendaya walked up.

“Oh my gosh, y/n. What’s this? A solar system? That’s it?”

“I mean my dad’s a rocket scientist. And did you forget the fact that I’ve been to space? Maybe if you read my poster you’d understand that my project is about more than just some floating space balls.”

“Ugh. Whatever. Mine’s gonna win either way,” she bragged, earning another eye roll.

“Yeah we’ll see about that,” you grumbled. 

She flicked her hair and turned on her heel, headed back to her area. You huffed at her annoying arrogance.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. You’ve got this,” Tom encouraged. Suddenly all tension left you.

Maybe this mind control stuff isn’t always bad. At least not when you’ve got the best kind of cheerleader by your side.

You looked at Tom with a soft smile. He was paying attention to Tessa, so he couldn’t see the way you were studying him. 

Over the years, you’d seen more of Tom than practically anyone else had, but yet you still found yourself trying to memorize every little mark and freckle on his face. You analyzed each curl of his hair. The way his lashes fluttered when he blinked.

You snapped out of it when he looked back up at you.

“You okay, y/n?” he asked.

“What? Oh, yeah. Just got distracted for a second. That’s all.”

Before he could press you further, your phone beeped. 

“Hey Jacob. Any updates?” 

“Well... I have an update, but it’s not necessarily the best news. There aren’t any known antidotes for the juice yet. I even emailed the seller under a fake name and he couldn’t give me a good answer. I got my hands on a little and will send some to the lab. Hang tight. Oh, and good luck with your project.”

You said some parting words and hung up.

“Well great. We’re no closer to solving this and we have to figure out a way to get everyone in town to not eat the stupid jello unless we can find a cure. This is shaping up to be just the best.”

“Hey. It’s okay. Just focus on presenting your project for now and beating Zendaya, okay? You can definitely do that.”

And once again, you felt yourself succumb to his words as the judging began.

#

“See. I told you you could do it,” Tom said excitedly as you carried a large trophy home.

“I had a feeling I would anyways, but I was kind of under order to win, so there was no way I’d take anything less than first.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s my girl,” Tom said offhandedly, taking a second to realize the implications of what he may have said. “And- and by my girl I don’t mean my girl I mean you’re just my best... um.. you know...”

“Tom. It’s okay. I get it. We don’t need to start this again right now. Now we need to focus on stopping Gyllenhaal and finding a cure. Plus, I need to change into a cute outfit for the cookout.”

# 

Hours of brainstorming and you were still no closer to finding a solution, but most of town was now gathered at the park feasting on hot dogs, hamburgers, and all the chips and potato salad they could handle. 

The jello had yet to make an appearance on tables, and there was no sign of Dr. Gyllenhaal or Daisy as you and Tom approached the families chowing down and having fun. 

You couldn’t, however, ignore the large curtained stage on one side of the park.

After hanging out with Tom and some other friends, the curtain suddenly opened, revealing your nemesis on the stage, microphone in hand.

“Good evening, friends. I’m your friendly neighborhood Dr. Gyllenhaal, and tonight I’m going to be your musical entertainment. But first! We want everyone to feast on the finest dessert, so jello for everyone!” he exclaimed.

You stomach dropped.

“Tom we gotta act fast. You help stop people from eating the jello and I’m going to try to get him off stage.”

As you split up, you got another beep on your phone.

“Hurry, Jacob. I don’t have much time.” 

“Okay, okay. I think I just solved your problem. You remember that movie Ella Enchanted?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t see the correlation.”

“Well remember when at the end, the only way Ella breaks her curse is by talking to herself in the mirror..?”

“Oh my gosh you’re a genius. If the first person you look at is yourself, then you’re still in control! Anyway you can hook us up with some mirrors?”

“Already on it. But first, you need to test it on yourself just to make sure. I think Gyllenhaal has some extra juice hidden behind the stage if you can get your hands on it.”

“On my way. Thanks, Jake. You’re a lifesaver.”

You sprinted towards the stage, now in a different pursuit than before. You darted around the side, looking around to see if there were any bottles you could grab a quick swig from.

“Oh no you don’t,” a voice called from behind you. Daisy.

“Look, I just want some of the juice for myself alright? Nothing else.”

Yet.

“Oh we’ve got a good girl gone bad, huh? I don’t buy that sister.”

She lunged at you and once again you were in typical combat, flipping around and swinging off stage rigs, trying to get to the lone bottle of juice that was resting in the bed of a truck.

After a couple minutes, you were able to outsmart Daisy and grab the bottle. You pulled a compact from your pocket and looked straight into the mirror.

“This better work,” you muttered, tossing back some of the liquid and looking into the eyes of your reflection.

You didn’t feel any different, so you swung up onto the stage and knocked Gyllenhaal over, searching the crowd for Tom as you tried to trap the mad scientist.

“Tom! Tom tell me to do something!” you cried out upon seeing him. He was furiously rushing between tables trying to prevent people from eating the jello.

“What? Like what? I don’t want to ruin the mission!”

“Just say whatever! Hurry!”

“Okay fine! Eat another avocado!”

Dr. Gyllenhaal looked up at you expectantly, but you had no desire to find the green fruit, not even a twinge. Instead, you continued what you were doing before.

Dr. Gyllenhaal, on the other hand, paled. 

“Oh dear,” he whispered nervously, realizing you had found a solution to the problem he had created.

“Daisy get the helicopter! Hurry!” he cried out, slipping from your grip and running away like he always did. 

You let him go to focus on helping anyone who had eaten the jello, those of which Tom was trying to round up so you could help them.

After getting everyone cured, Jacob had called the lab he was working with to get the jello and dispose of it properly, allowing them to run more tests, too, now that they knew the cure.

You stood aside, arms crossed in satisfaction, as Tom approached.

“So you’re you again? Nothing I say can affect you?”

“Well I wouldn’t put it that way, but I’m definitely not eating any avocados or tying your shoelaces in the near future.”

He gave a chuckle and you started slowly walking home from the park.

“Hey, um, now that you’re cured and everything, I’m really sorry about last night. I accidentally put you in a weird position and I get it if you’re mad at me. I’m okay just calling us friends and ending it there if that’s what you want,” Tom said. 

You thought for a few moments about his proposal.

“You know, I was technically being honest last night, but my answer has changed since then.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well... These past couple of weeks, things have felt really...”

“Weird? Off?” he interjected.

“Exactly! We’ve been so out of sync and I couldn’t figure out why! But after last night I realized that it’s because we aren’t simply friends. And I don’t know where you stand on this, but... I think I have feelings for you? And if you want to stay just friends I understand, but I just hate when we aren’t honest with each other.”

“Wait. You do?”

“Yeah. I really do.”

You braced yourself for him to shoot you down and put you back in the friend zone, but his reply surprised you.

“I guess now is the perfect time to tell you that I’ve had feelings for you for... well... ever.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“You have!?”

“Well, yeah. Of course. You’re strong, smart, and beautiful. You kick butt like nobody’s business and above all, put up with me every day. You’re like the most incredible person ever. How could I not be into you?”

You felt yourself blushing as you approached your front porch.

“You’re amazing, Tom. You know that?” he jokingly waved you off, but then you were standing quietly.

“Sooo... monthly movie marathon tomorrow at my place? I’ll provide the snackage,” Tom offered, reminding you of your scheduled hangout. You looked down at the ground with a smile, then back up again, nodding.

Usually this was the part where you’d say goodnight and maybe hug, but this time you took it a step further.

You reached up and kissed him on the lips. It was only for a second, but both of you were stunned upon pulling back.

“I know I usually tell you not to bring anything to movie day, but could you please bring some more of those with you?” Tom joked once he snapped out of it.

“Oh my gosh,” you replied in amusement, giving him a light shove. “Goodnight, Tom.”

“Night, y/n.”

And with that, the man you realized you’d loved for years turned around and made his leave.

#

A/N: yooooo I actually really loved this. I really tried to fit the KP vibes but sorry if anything felt off. There’s just not much as iconic as the og Kim and Ron, ya know?

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Study Guide For Health

BASIC FIRST AID

1. Burn and scalds

Burn and scalds are caused by fire, contact with hot objects, exposure to the sun’s rays, hot water and steam - with care these can be avoided.

Wash with cold water for up to 20 minutes until the area has returned to normal body temperature and apply a sterile dressing.

Seek medical advice immediately.

Do not apply any lotions, ointments or oily dressings.

2. Bleeding - act quickly

Press edges of wound together.

Firmly apply a dressing and thick pad over wound.

Elevate the bleeding area.

Seek medical aid.

3. Nose bleeds

Do not blow the nose.

Breathe through the mouth.

Pinch the nose between the fingers for ten minutes.

Sit up with the head slightly forward.

Place cold wet towels on neck and forehead.

4. Bee Stings

Remove the string by scraping sideways with fingernails

Apply a cold compress.

5. Animal bites

Clean thoroughly and apply a sterile bandage.

Seek medical advice.

6. Fainting

Loosen patient’s clothing and allow plenty of fresh air.

Lie the person down with the legs raised and the head and body flat.

MENTAL ILLNESS ➜ MENTAL WELLNESS

1. get comfortable with your inevitable death, be at peace with the idea of dying.

2. masturbate more and fantasize more! (that can be non sexual fantasies as well)

3. work on manners. try to be especially polite and kind.

4. get into a skincare routine.

5. buy a cute water bottle and use it as motivation to drink more water.

6. have more sex and explore more fetishes.

7. eat more fruit and veggies!!!!!!!

8. drink juice as a treat instead of soda.

9. keep a journal or try to write poetry. it doesn’t have to be good, just write down your thoughts and feelings.

10. judge people less.

STRESS MANAGEMENT

When you feel becoming stressed, don’t ignore it

Take time out for yourself

Avoid excessive caffeine, soft drinks and other stimulants

Breath slowly and deeply

Eat more fruits + veges

They’re a good source of Vitamin C and have a positive effect on mental health, helping you to remain calm.

Relax

Try a few drops of aromatic oils in a candle burner. Certain scents stimulate production, in the brain, of the relaxing chemical, serotonin, that assist you to chill out.

10 ways to handle stress

Have organised and separate work and sleeping areas

Manage your time wisely

Prioritize important tasks

Break tasks into achievable small chunks

Visualize yourself achieving

Avoid “all of nothing” thinking

Take time our for yourself

Get enough sleep

HEALTHY HOBBIES

Develop a veggie patch

Do a spot of fishing

Do a TAFE night course

Do some sit ups; maybe some push ups too

Do a sudoku puzzle

Do your homework

Email someone

Enter some competitions

Find a job

Get out a good DVD

Get the monopoly out

Go cycling

Go for a run

Go for a walk

Go out for ice cream

Go rollerblading

Go shopping

Go swimming

Go to the beach

Go to the library

Join a club

Kick the footy

Learn a different language

Learn an instrument

Listen to music

Paint a picture

Pay off your debts

Phone a friend

Plan your career

Play a Wii game

Play some cricket the park

Ponder the meaning of life

Practice being a Master Chef - cook dinner for everyone

Practice “Dancing with the stars”

Read a good book

Read a magazine

Set goals for yourself

Shoot a few hoops

Skateboard

Start your own business

Study

Study some more!

Surf

Take photographs

Take the dog for a walk

Take up a sport

Tidy your room

Watch the sun set

Write a comedy sketch

Write a poem

Write a story

Write to a pen pal

Write your own song

[elisaphoenix13]

In Sickness And Health

Quill knew Scott was sick before the younger man even woke up. He was running a fever that concerned the god to the point that he asked Bruce to come up and check on him. He could have called Stephen but the man had his hands full with seven kids on a daily basis. Bruce just had a Norse legend and the occasional time a member of the team got hurt. He told Quill it was just a common bug and though Scott's fever was a little high, that it wasn't anything to worry about unless it went up. So Quill left Scott sleeping upstairs with Emir and he went down to make some coffee. One of the few things he was allowed to do.

He had to wait until Cassie got up which thankfully wasn't much longer after he got up. Scott was the only one who wasn't a morning person, and he had even more of an excuse since he was sick. When Cassie came downstairs still half asleep and in her pajamas, Quill raised an eyebrow when he found her wearing an oversized t-shirt that went down to her thighs. No bottoms that he was aware of either but he wasn't about to check.

"Is that my shirt?"

"Mine now." She mumbles and opens the fridge.

"So my husband hates when I wear a shirt and my daughter steals them to use as pajamas." Quill snorts and drinks some of his coffee.

"At least they get used."

"Can't say that about con--"

"Ugh! No! Shut up, it's too early for that!" Cassie smacks his arm before digging some things out for breakfast. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever is fine. Your dad is sick though, so you think you can make him something when he wakes up?" Quill sighs. "I'd do it myself but...you know."

Cassie nods. "Yeah. Is he okay?"

"Bruce says he'll be fine and Emir is with him."

"Emir is always with him." Cassie rolls her eyes. "Like Flynn is with you."

They both look down at Quill's leg where Flynn had attached himself to the god's sweatpants as soon as he got up. The kit fortunately spent some time with Emir now that the tiger was here, but he was still very clingy with Quill and the tiger was very unlikely to leave the bedroom today. Scott needed his attention more than Flynn did. Cassie started to make some eggs and bacon after putting her hair up and Quill grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and sat down at the table while waiting for breakfast. He mindlessly fiddles on his phone and takes an occasional sip of coffee until a plate full of food is placed in front of him and he smiles at Cassie.

"Thanks Sunshine." Quill puts his phone away and pours her some orange juice as she sits down.

"You're welcome." She had also put some food in Flynn's bowl at some point so the kit had jumped off Quill's leg to go eat. "You have work today?"

"Nope. Gonna be a couch potato and keep an eye on your dad. Would have taken the day off if I did."

"Sounds like a plan." Cassie agrees and eats some of the hash browns she had also made. "I didn't have any plans today and I want to help take care of Dad."

Quill sighs with relief. "Oh thank god. I was worried about food."

The two look up when they hear the elevator arrive on the floor and Maggie and Paxton step out. Quill looks at them in surprise because he hadn't been expecting them and neither Cassie nor Scott had mentioned anything. Cassie looked just as surprised.

"Mom! What are you two doing here?" Cassie asks.

"We told your dad we were coming to visit for the weekend. Did he forget?" Maggie asks.

"Probably." Cassie gets up with her plate and Paxton sputters and covers his eyes.

"Cassie, maybe you should put some pants on?" He suggests.

"I have shorts on."

"I was wondering about that." Quill says and shovels the rest of his breakfast into his mouth before getting up with his plate. "Just letting you guys know that Scotty is sick but you're welcome to the room you used before."

"Alright. Thank you." Maggie turns toward the stairs and screams.

Quill looks over in alarm and finds Emir at the top of the stairs and growling at Maggie and Paxton. Before he can race over and stop the tiger from trying to pounce on the supposed intruders, Scott shuffles out of the bedroom in his pajamas and pats Emir's head.

"'s okay. Be good." Scott mumbles and then looks at the stairs reluctantly.

"Baby, go back to bed. I'll come check on you in a little bit and Cass will make you something to eat." Quill says.

Scott never looked so relieved about not having to climb or descend stairs, and went back into the bedroom without a fuss. Quill was pretty sure that he didn't even realize that Maggie and Paxton were there. The younger man looked miserable and Quill made a mental note to find some medicine or go buy some. Emir followed Scott back into the room and their visitors slowly turned their heads to look at Quill.

"So we have a tiger now." Quill says. "He's harmless as long as you don't hurt Scott and he knows you're okay."

All four of them cringe when they hear the unmistakable sound of vomiting, and Quill dashes up the stairs two at a time. When he steps into the bedroom, he catches a glimpse of Emir's tail in the bathroom doorway and walks over to peek in, finding Scott with his head in the toilet. The tiger was chuffing softly and nudging Scott with his muzzle, but Quill had to direct him out of the bathroom so he could get to his spouse. Scott had since stopped puking and was laying on the floor looking a little pale.

"Feeling any better?" Quill kneels down and checks his temperature, glad to see it hadn't risen.

"Too hot…" Scott moans.

"How about we get your pajamas off and get you back in bed?" Quill suggests. "Cass can make you some soup and I'll bring it up with some juice."

"Ginger ale and crackers." Scott mumbles as Quill scoops him up and stands back up.

"I can do that. Want your clothes off?"

"Nuh...cold."

Quill carries Scott back to bed, and as he gets him back under the covers, Emir hops back onto the bed and lays next to Scott. Any other day, Quill would have kicked him off the bed and cuddled with Scott, but since Maggie and Paxton were there, he had to play host. Something he was kind of terrible at but they were good people. Scott was in no condition to do it either. Quill would manage with Cassie's help.

"I'll be right back with crackers and soda," Quill kisses his forehead and pulls a wastebasket closer.

"Thanks…" Scott mumbles quietly.

The poor guy looked miserable and Quill wished he could heal his illness, but even if his powers could do that, he was still learning about them. He wasn't about to use his husband like a guinea pig to figure it out. He met Maggie right outside their bedroom and he raises an eyebrow when she smiles up at him.

"What?"

"I'm just glad to see he has someone to take care of him." Maggie admits softly.

"Scotty can take care of himself." Quill says and Maggie shakes her head.

"That's not what I mean. Sometimes he gets so focused on other people that he forgets about himself. Scott's a people pleaser...sometimes to a fault. He has a good heart but some people take advantage of it."

Quill sighs and nods. "Yeah. I've definitely noticed that."

"While I'm glad about that…" she suddenly reaches up and grabs Quill by the ear and pulls his head down.

"Ow!"

"I just found out that my daughter has powers! How did this happen?" Maggie says firmly and tugs the god down the stairs by his ear.

Well now Quill knew where Cassie learned this from. He may be a lot stronger than Maggie, but some part of him didn't dare resist when his ear was being held like he was a naughty child. It was funny when Cassie did it to the boys, but not so much when her mother did it to him. This was his husband's ex too so it was somehow worse.

"Mom! Let him go! It was an accident!" Cassie sighs as she comes out of her room.

Properly dressed to Paxton's relief.

"How did you even find out anyway?" Quill rubs his ear when Maggie finally releases him. "She's managed to keep her identity secret and has hardly used them."

"Stephen told me." The woman says flatly. "I talk to him too you know."

"He couldn't tell you how it happened though?" Quill complains and flinches when Maggie holds her hand out to threaten to pinch his ear again.

"I accidentally broke one of Dad's vials." Cassie explains. "They should have turned me into goop but they just turned me into a baby and when I got back to normal, my genes mutated."

Maggie frowns. "Are you okay? Any problems?"

"Mom and Bruce both checked and said I'm completely healthy. They're not worried."

"And what about fighting?"

"I avoid it unless absolutely necessary. I stay home with the girls." Cassie says.

"We're trying to keep her safe just like always." Quill finally says.

"We trust you and Scott," Paxton says. "We were just surprised to find out. Why didn't you tell us yourselves?"

"We meant to. Really." Quill says and Cassie rolls her eyes.

"I could've told you too...and honestly, Dad has been such an airhead lately that he forgot to tell us you were visiting."

Maggie and Paxton look at them and they both nod before changing the subject. Quill was glad they weren't legitimately upset about Cassie's newfound powers, just that they had to hear about it from someone besides them. They were even happier when their daughter didn't seem inclined to join their avenging unless she needed to. Cassie would use her powers to protect the Stark girls.

Quill also, fortunately, remembered Scott's request and went to the kitchen to get some crackers and ginger ale and took them up to his spouse while Cassie and even Maggie set about to make him some homemade soup. Scott was asleep when Quill got back to the bedroom, so he set the crackers and soda on the nightstand and even got some fever reducer from the bathroom to add to the snacks. He set two by the soda, put the bottle back in the medicine cabinet, and kissed Scott's temple before he left and went back downstairs. He found the girls still in the kitchen, and Paxton was in the living room watching tv. So Quill grabs a couple beers from the fridge and joins him.

"So how long are you two staying?" Quill asks as he holds out a beer.

"Just the weekend." Paxton accepts the beer with a thanks. "I have to be back at work on Monday."

"Oh, well, don't be afraid to do...you know." Quill winks. "The walls are soundproof--ow!" Quill rubs his head after Cassie throws an apple at his head.

"Papa! You and Dad are bad enough!"

Quill cackles and picks up the apple to take a bite out of it. "Thanks for the apple Sunshine."

Cassie groans and turns her attention back to the chicken noodle soup she and her mom are making. Paxton was clearing his throat in discomfort, and it made Quill preen. It was always fun to make the man squirm, and usually Scott would laugh with him about it later but he would have to enjoy it by himself this time. He could still tell Scott when he got better but he had a feeling it wouldn't be the same. Last time Maggie and Paxton visited, Scott and Quill went into detail about certain positions and the other couple looked like they wanted to disappear through the floor.

So it was fun when they visited. The reactions they got from Steve and Bucky on the other hand were pretty good too but they could traumatize them whenever they wanted.

"Uh...Quill? What is your fox doing?" Paxton asks and points over at the kit.

Flynn was...well...running around like his tail was on fire. It was something he did that Cassie fondly called the "zooms" and they could never figure out why he did it. Their floor actually had plenty of space for Flynn to run around, but every once in a while he did this. Then he'd stop and dig at the carpet which got Quill to lean forward and clap his hands loudly to stop him, and then he finally jumped up on the couch and plopped tiredly on Quill's lap.

"Beats the hell out of me." Quill shrugs and takes a sip of his beer. "He's a spaz."

"And the...the tiger doesn't try to eat him?"

"Nope. Emir actually grooms him and takes care of him."

"How did you even get him?" Maggie asks from the kitchen.

"Papa saved him from the circus." Cassie frowns. "Emir has scars from the cruelty they showed him. The tent caught fire and Papa saved him and Emir wanted to stay."

"He doesn't try to attack you either?" Paxton asks.

"No. He mainly sticks with Dad anyway."

Quill looks up toward the bedroom. "You know, part of me likes to think he saw that Scott had scars too so he wanted to keep him safe."

Maggie snorts humorously. "Leave it to Scott to attract a god and a tiger to protect him."

"They both like to sleep on him too." Cassie laughs.

"How does he not suffocate?" Paxton mumbles curiously.

"Very carefully." Quill says as he gets up and takes the bowl from Cassie when the soup is finished.

He walks up to his and Scott's room and smiles when he finds the younger man sitting against his pillows and munching on crackers while watching tv. Emir was, of course, laying happily with his head in Scott's lap and chuffing whenever he pet his head or side.

"Hey babe. Brought some soup that Cassie and Maggie made." Quill says and Scott looks at him in confusion.

"Maggie?" Then realization dawns on him. "Oh god, I forgot they were coming to visit!"

"It's alright. They'd rather you worry about getting better than about them." Quill walks over and sets the soup down. "How was your nap?"

"It was okay. Feel less dead." Scott sniffles and carefully picks up the soup.

"Well I'll come cuddle with you later alright?"

"Okay. I've got Emir in the meantime." Scott pats the tiger again and the beast chuffs happily.

"Need anything else?"

"No. I don't think so. I'm good."

Quill smiles. "Alright…and I'm traumatizing Paxton so I'll tell you all about it later."

"Ooohhh! Tell him about the time on the ferris wheel!" Scott says with a grin and Quill cackles.

[georgescatcafe]

the rising chariot — 3

rating: t warning/s: none pairing/s: platonic dream team, karl jacobs/sapnap genres/tags: percy jackson and the olympians au, friendship, angst summary: Nick Pappas isn’t sure it’s normal for teenagers to be sent across the United States on a quest that could potentially kill them, but Nick has started to realize that everything he thought was normal is entirely false. George Davies doesn’t particularly want to spend three consecutive days with this new camper and that son of Hermes who snagged his win in Capture the Flag two weeks ago, but he knows he has to suck it up and go with them, no matter how irritating they may be. Clay Bryce just wants to prove himself and show that he’s more than that troublesome kid from Cabin Eleven, but even as the leader of this quest, he’s not sure how to when Nick has fire powers and George is practically capable of mind-control.

Yet what they feel and want will mean nothing if they don’t complete their quest. When a petty feud between gods has Apollo threatening to take the Sun from the sky, the three must head out to stop him, but not just that—they’re in a race against an ancient enemy of the god, one who definitely will try and kill him if it gets to Apollo first.

New York City was as terrifying as it was large. Which means very. Floris, luckily, knew the city well, and he led Nick past block after block to their hotel.

“Don’t people normally take a cab?” Nick asked once they had their bags set down on their respective beds. “Like… that’s an NYC staple?”

“I’m a native,” Floris replied, distracted as he dug through his suitcase. He grinned when he pulled out a hoodie. “I forgot how cold it was here, even in the spring.”

“Is it?” Nick asked, only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. “I thought it was nice.”

“It is nice,” Floris agreed, even as he tugged the hoodie on over his head, “but I get the chills when I’m here. Can’t help it.”

“So is it cold or not?”

“Yes,” Floris said, talking his bag off the bed and setting it on the floor. “Anyway, get your nap in, your jet-lag settled; I’m giving you a full tour of the Big Apple before dinner.” He settled atop his bed, arms stretched behind his head, and Nick made a face at the shoes touching the covers.

“Seriously, man?” he asked. “Shoes in the bed?”

“Not in the bed,” Floris replied smartly. “On the bed.”

Nick made another face, but didn’t argue.

His nap was poor, tossing and turning, never properly falling asleep, while Floris snored on, feet kicking and fingers twitching. Nick wished he slept as good as the other. But instead he ended up staring at the ceiling, waiting for the other to wake and take him on this tour.

When Floris did wake, he looked refreshed, and he pranced around the room getting everything he needed (which was apparently just some cash, an umbrella, and a change of shoes, except he went into the bathroom to change them, which Nick thought was weird, but he didn’t comment on because he just wanted to get out of the stifling hotel room). By the time Floris came out, Nick was standing by the door, hands shoved in his pockets to keep them from moving restlessly.

“Ready?” he asked.

“I’ve been ready,” Floris replied, allowing Nick to pull the door open and letting it fall shut behind him.

They made their way down to the lobby, where it was clear it was a new shift, a new receptionist sitting at the desk. Nick wondered what went through the man’s head, with the way he fixed a piercing stare on them. Floris didn’t seem to notice the stare, however, as he kept on his merry way, beginning to talk about all the things New York had to offer. Nick couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder one last time, though, before they exited the building, catching the eyes of the receptionist. A chill went down Nick’s spine. Quickly, he turned away and hurried to follow Floris as he began to walk down the street.

“Obviously we can’t see everything, and we definitely can’t do it all tonight,” Floris was saying when Nick focused on him once again, “but we can just walk around for now, and I can give general directions. Also, I personally am not a fan of the subway, but you can go on it.”

“I,” Nick looked around, “don’t need to go on the subway. Are you sure about the cab thing?”

“Does it matter?” Floris asked.

Nick guessed it didn’t. 

Floris was an alright tour guide, if you overlooked the fact that he didn’t say much about any actual landmarks or places you’d find in a NYC guidebook. Nick wondered if that made him a better tour guide or not. They stopped at a nondescript deli and had sandwiches and soda for dinner. Nick stared as Floris happily ate a veggie sub, tomato juice spilling down his chin.

“Is that actually any good?” he asked. “It’s like… salad between bread.”

“It’s good,” Floris reassured. “Is yours good?”

“Duh,” Nick replied.

When they got back to the hotel, the receptionist wasn’t there, but Nick swore he could still feel those eyes on his back. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he and Floris got in the elevator, heading up to the fifth floor.

“That receptionist from before,” Nick said when the doors slid shut, “did you see how he was looking at us?”

“The receptionist?” Floris echoed, thinking. “No. Why? Was he looking at you weird or something?”

Nick frowned, but he shook his head. The guy probably just had a staring problem, or maybe he thought Nick’s t-shirt was stupid or something. He ignored that feeling in him saying that not telling Floris was a bad idea. Besides, if Floris didn’t care, it probably was fine, right?

The doors slid open and Floris led them back to the room. Nick flopped onto his bed, now properly ready to sleep.

“I hate walking,” he said. “My legs hurt.”

“Sleep it off,” Floris replied, disappearing into the bathroom. He stuck his head out. “Might go downstairs to get more of that fresh air. Is that okay?”

“You’re really weird,” Nick answered.

Floris smiled before his head went back through the doorway. Nick never saw him leave, eyes slipping shut, breath going even, sleep overtaking him.

He was back in the hotel lobby. Nick looked around, for the receptionist, for Floris, but it was just him. He took a seat on the bench. 

“You’re late.”

Nick jumped, and when he turned, a woman sat, one of those small, yappy dogs held in a purse on her lap. When Nick waved at it, it growled and spat. He made a face. “Nice dog,” he said.

“What dog?” the woman asked.

Nick looked at her before pointing. “The one in your purse.”

“I don’t have a dog,” she replied.

Nick looked to her lap once again. There was no purse, no dog.

He stood. “Um, my bad.”

“Are you okay?” the woman asked.

“Fine,” Nick snapped, irritation culminating under his skin. “Who are you again?”

“Did you forget me already?” she stood too. In her seat sat that dog in the purse. Nick stared at it, and again, it growled. Nick looked at the woman. “It’s rude to forget people, you know. Fills people with a certain rage; you’ve felt rage before, haven’t you?”

“Not because someone’s forgotten my name,” Nick answered.

“So you’ve felt rage,” she continued, “and what did it do to you? Did you feel rage when they took your mother? Did you feel rage when that new woman came to replace her?”

Nick took a step back as the woman took a step closer.

“Hot and burning inside you, you scream and no one hears, what a weak little boy you were.” She laughs, and it’s a witch’s cackle, high-pitched and grating. Nick stumbles as something nips at the backs of his heels. The little dog, eyes rimmed red and crusty. It’s teeth trying to cut through his pants.

“Your dog,” he said, trying to kick it away from him, “make it stop.”

“Isn’t it cute?” she asked.

“You said you didn’t have a dog.” Nick managed to send him flying off, claws skidding on the polished tile. It ran back towards him.

“I don’t,” she replied. “Are you sure you’re okay? You keep doing something strange with your legs.”

The stupid dog was gone, and Nick was kicking and tripping on air. He cursed. “What’s up with you, lady? Seriously, you’re freaking weird.”

“Am I?” she asked. “I’m sure you know all about weirdness. Your friend, for instance, weirdest of all. Though he pales in comparison to you.”

“Floris?” Nick screeched when that stupid dog bit at his ankle, sweatpants now basketball shorts, ankles exposed perfectly for the dog to sink its teeth into. “Get your dog!”

“Yes. Floris. Forgot.”

“It’s rude to forget people’s names,” Nick echoed back to her.

The woman smiled, showing teeth tipped in red. Nick choked on a breath. “You’re absolutely right.” She snapped her fingers, and the dog was back at her side, yipping and yapping at her to pick it up. When she did, she stroked a calming hand down its back. It looked at Nick, and that’s when he realized there was foam around its mouth. His own mouth dropped open in horror.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “Am I going to die?”

“This is a dream, stupid boy,” she answered. “And if you don’t remember me,” she laughed, that same spine-tingling cackle, “you’ll figure out who I am soon enough.” A sudden shriek pierced through the air, and Nick stood at attention, eyes wide and heart pounding. The woman’s smile stretched to a grin, those red-tipped teeth glinting in the bright lobby lights. “Best wake up now; you don’t want to be late again.”

Nick’s eyes blinked open. He was in the hotel room, in bed. He shoved the covers off him and hurried to put his shoes on. Everything in him screamed to go find Floris. Without a single look back, he flung the hotel door open and ran.

He avoided the elevator, fearing it would take too long, instead finding the door to the staircase and prying it open, the metal heavy but not enough to stop him. It’s cool where it is pressed to his skin. He rushed down the stairs.

The closer he got to the first floor, the louder the noises that come from the lobby were. Nick sped up as much as he could without tripping. 

“Floris!” he shouted, unsure if the other could even hear him. He was breathless and panting by the time he reached the first floor but he shoved it open, the metal bar digging uncomfortably into his skin.

“Nick!” Floris shrieked. “Watch out!”

Nick moved out of the way just in time to miss a barrage of spines being flung at him. He sucked in a breath. “What—”

“Move!” Floris screamed, and Nick obeyed, dropping to the floor when a large paw came at him, claws extended. When Nick looked, he saw Floris’s hoodie had been torn in multiple places, hanging off his body loosely, in tatters. Nick took in another breath.

“How are you still alive?” he asked, crying out when more spines came at him.

“Who is this, Floris?” the monster growled. “You’ve brought another course? How delicious!” His lips curled into a treacherous grin, and when he spoke, his breath came out and hit Nick straight in the face, rancid.

Nick gagged against the smell, trying his best to get over to his friend.

“We need to,” he stuttered, “I can’t—fire, I can’t—”

“You have to,” Fundy replied. Nick shoved him and dropped to the floor when the monster ran out them, rolling under the massive body. (The mom lifting the bus for her baby.) His heart pounded. Floris had crawled behind the receptionist’s desk. His head poked up over the top. “You have to, Nick!”

“I’ll burn this place down!” Nick shouted. “I can’t—”

“But you have to!” the monster mocked. “You have to! You have to!”

Nick bared his teeth, anger beginning to boil his blood. “Yeah!” he replied. “And you have to die!” That was the only way—this thing was an abomination, the head of a man, the body of a lion, spines shooting from its tail with a single flick, leaving Nick dodging and ducking like nobody’s business. 

Without fire, he was left defenseless, left to tire out the monster, but he knew it’s a lot more likely it’ll tire him out instead. Floris ran at him, then, and tackled him, sending the two of them through the sliding front doors. Even at night, the streets of New York City were bustling.

Floris grabbed him by the arm and took off, tugging Nick through the crowd. “This was a bad idea,” Nick just barely heard over the sounds of traffic.

When Nick turned back, the crowd was parted like the red sea, and charging right at them, the monster.

“A manticore,” Floris said, “one of the deadliest monsters out there. Just our luck.”

“I don’t want to burn down New York,” Nick replied.

“I know,” Floris tugged them down an alleyway.

“If he catches us, we’re dead,” Nick realized.

Floris looked at him. “So we can’t let him catch us.” He leapt onto a dumpster, and Nick was left to hurry after him. Floris scaled the building like nobody’s business. Below, the manticore shrieked and yowled as Nick climbed up as quickly as he could after his friend.

“How can you,” Nick sucked in a breath, “climb so fast? I thought you had,” another breath, “some kind of leg issue.”

Floris’s foot slipped. Nick yelled. Off came Floris shoe—foot—what? Nick stared at the hoof waving in his face. 

“Come on!” Floris cried. “I’ll explain later!”

Then, Nick felt the back of his sweatpants rip straight down the middle, and pain flared hot and heady in his left leg. Shock flooded his body. He doesn’t know if he screamed. But he did know what he had to do.

Floris was already near the top of the building. 

Nick climbed.

When he reached the top, Floris was waiting for him, arm outstretched to pull him up. Nick accepted it. Together, they ran, uncaring of the manticore they both knew continued to climb up after them.

Salt from his tears and wind stung in the corners of his eyes. He grit his teeth as he followed Floris across rooftops, biting back a pained groan every time his injured leg met the ground. Behind them, the manticore followed, chasing after them on all fours, calling to them, taunting them. Nick took a deep breath, preparing himself for the next jump.

“There’s somewhere you can go,” Floris said, his remaining ‘shoe’ left behind two buildings ago, hooves now carrying him easily. “It’s safer—monsters, like the one chasing us, they can’t get in.”

Nick looked at him before Floris stretched out an arm to stop him from falling off the edge of the roof. “Seriously?”

Floris nodded, then dropped his arm. Nick backed up then got a running start, stretching his legs as best he can as he jumped to the next roof. Floris followed not long after. And the manticore not long after that. Nick cried, genuine crying, not tears from the winds that whipped around them, as he reached the edge of another roof. The next building was across the street.

Nick turned to Floris.

“We won’t make it,” he said. “We won’t make it.”

Floris returned his stare. “We have to try to make it.” He wrapped his arms around Nick and sent them plummeting from the roof.

[juupajaa]

i will restrict for an amount of time, and then binge constantly for twice as long. with the thoughts im having im worried i might start purging.

do you have tips for maybe just prolonging the amount of time it takes before i start restricting again? im trying but its so hard, and i cant keep doing this. its making me gain weight which is making me feel worse

also glad to see you're back, hope you're feeling okay :)

Oh man that sounds like a hell cycle 💀 You might wanna take any or all of these approaches:

Avoid purging at all costs. It's addicting, it's physically devastating, it's causes irreversible damage, it's mostly useless as a weightloss method, and I'm sure you know all that already. I found the most useful way to resist purging is to think about your teeth and the damage you'd do to them. Teeth are something you can't hide or easily fix if you mess them up, so it can be helpful to remind yourself of your pretty little teeth and how they're begging you to not purge. Other good ways to avoid it is to drink something that would be awful coming up, like apple juice, soda, coffee, so you'll know that it just isn't worth it to go through with it (this kinda requires you to know what it feels like when any of these things are coming up but trust me, it's worse than sitting with a full belly). Another thing is to always take on some idle activity post-eating. I used to sit at the table for an hour or ½ after eating, filling crossword puzzles, drawing or reading a magazine, and my rule was that I couldn't get up or go to the bathroom until the time was up. That requires discipline but it gets easier with an activity you like to do.

Stabilise your eating schedule. What makes it easy to fall into the restrict/binge cycle is the mental and physical hunger we get from going from one extreme to another. Eating in a steady and predictable schedule will start healing both. Following a meal plan or at least a meal schedule is crucial. Not only can you stop thinking about food for once, but you're also healing your body from the rollercoaster it's been on with your ed. Things like following your own hunger cues come later, once your hunger cues start to normalize, but at first it's good to just trust a plan and be patient. If you want the meal plan I had in inpatient care, send me a DM and I'll give it to you. And remember, even if you can't always follow the plan 100%, 70% is good also. My nutritionist always told me it's the pattern that matters, not the exceptions.

Try out alternative coping skills and minimize unnecessary stress/anxiety. Since disordered eating is what we use to deal with stressful conditions and our anxieties, learning new coping skills is an absolute must if we ever want to start moving to the right direction. What coping methods suit you is hard for anyone else to say so you have to try them out and see what works. Remember, they're not necessarily supposed to make you feel all good or remove stress and anxiety completely, but they're supposed to make you cope and get through the hard times without going back to unhealthy coping mechanisms (such as disordered eating) Here's some handy pics you can save on your phone:

Keep going tiger, you're going to get to calmer waters one day and life's gonna be fun and you get to relax again ❤

[914exotics]

914 Exotics | Exotic Sodas & Snacks

What do you think of when it is snack time for toddlers? Pudding cups, fruit rollups, candy bars, cookies, chips, cheese puffs, soda, and Kool-aid. Most individuals can agree that these are usually not wholesome, particularly for children. These are the years you teach habits; assist them develop a style for what they do and don't like, and might set them up to be wholesome or unhealthy later in life.

Sadly for most of us, life is quick and we don't all the time have the time to make snacks or meals for our children. Or we should not have the power to argue with them about what they'll and can't eat. This isn't an area where you want to compromise or settle. Teaching children to eat an entire food weight-reduction plan, one that is rich in fruits, greens, healthy fat, and unprocessed grains, could be a first step in getting them to be healthy adults.

One of the locations many people take short cuts is with snacks. Why would a toddler select to eat carrots when there are cookies in the house? Step one is to stop buying issues if they are not complete foods. If there are not any chips, then kids cannot persuade you to provide them some. Subsequent is to choose to eat the identical snacks as them.

In case you are ingesting a can of Coke or Pepsi, they will want some too. Select water, low fat milk, or natural fruit or even vegetable juice. So what are some good snack ideas for cussed toddlers? Begin by deciding what kind of snack they're looking for. If they need chips, chances are a crispy snack might work.

Try carrot or celery sticks, broccoli florets, or sliced apple. Maybe they want candy bars, fruit bars, cookies, or other sweat snacks. Fortunately there are lots of great entire meals which might be sweat without being too unhealthy. Many fruits like oranges, grapes, melons, or even ripened tomatoes could fulfill a sweat tooth.

If youngsters are asking for soda or different sugar drinks, search for healthy substitutes. Recent squeezed fruit juices might be good in moderation. You'll want to avoid including an excessive amount of sugar or other sweeteners. It could even be possible to get children Strawberry Shortcake Oreos to drink vegetable juices. Homemade carrot and tomato juice may be stuffed with many other complete meals that youngsters might not understand are there.

And making them at house means you do not have to fret about overloading kids with the sodium that comes in retailer purchased juices. And at all times make sure they drink loads of water earlier than switching to juices. It is low-cost and it is arduous to beat the calorie rely!

Any adjustments you pressure on your kids, it is best to go together with as well. After all, they are great at mimicking what they see mom, dad, different adults, or folks on TV do. So teach yourself to snack on whole fruit and veggies and drink water or contemporary juices quite than soda or different sugary drinks. You will be educating your kids great habits whereas enhancing your personal health on the same time.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you put effort into getting tan during the summer? No. It happens if I go to the beach because I spend hours out there, but I don’t go for that reason. That’s the only time I spend long enough outside for that happen. It’s a nice bonus.

Have any summer homework? No, I’m not in school.

Are you a fairly self-motivated person? Motivation who?

What’s your favorite book series? My current faves are by the authors Willow Rose, AJ Rivers, and Mary Stone.

What’s your favorite thing to do if you’re out on a lake? I don’t ever do that, but it does sound nice.  

What type of food do you know how to cook? The only thing I cook is ramen and things I can easily make in the microwave or oven. Do you make your passwords so tricky to remember that you forget them? No.

Cautious or reckless driver? I don’t drive.

What’s a subject you’re sick of people debating about? Hmm.

Are you one to take naps? Yes.

What’s something you wish they’d build in your neighborhood? *shrug*

What’s your favorite website, excluding social networking sites? Google? ha. All I use are social media sites.

What hair product do you use the most? Shampoo and detangling spray is all I use.

Do you usually keep ponytail holders around your wrist? No.

Sunny D or orange juice? I hate OJ, but I actually loved Sunny D as a kid. Sunny D isn’t actual orange juice, though. Kinda like how I like chocolate Yoo-Hoo, but not chocolate milk. I like the fake stuff apparently, ha.

What’s your favorite food to get at a carnival? I just love the fried delicious foods.

Do you actually use e-mail? Yeah. I don’t send any, though.

Can you snap out of a bad mood fast? Nooo, definitely not. I feel the wave of emotions coming on and once it starts there’s nothing I can do to stop it and I drown in it. It completely takes over and ends when it decides to and it likes to stay around for awhile. It also happens daily and more than once. Although, nowadays I feel like I’m just always in a bad mood.      

Holding any grudges? No.

What do you order to drink when you go out to eat? Soda or coffee.

How can a person tell if you’re mad or annoyed? I think you can see it in my face. <<< That’s one of my giveaways, too. And if I’m quiet (though that can mean nothing or it can mean other things as well), and my tone and body language for sure.

What’s your favorite energy drink? Starbucks Doubleshots.

Have you ever ingested caffeine in the name of getting homework done? In high scholol and the early days of college when caffeine really did something for me. 

Are you good at coming up with gift ideas for others? Depends on the person.

Do you have a pair of jeans with holes in them? No.

Where’s your favorite purse from? Boxlunch. The brand is Loungefly.

What about your sunglasses? I don’t wear sunglasses.

Do you keep lint rollers around the house? Yeah.

What’s something you enjoy that’s outside your age level? Watching some shows from my childhood and younger days.

Is your curfew flexible, if you have one? At 31 I don’t have a curfew, but actually never had one. I didn’t go anywhere so there was no need to even set one. I’ve always been such a homebody.

Regardless, when is the latest you have come home from a night out? When I was a college I had some late nights with friends that went on until like maybe 2 or 3 at the latest, but it wasn’t often. I did like the late night Taco Bell runs, though. Ha.

Do you have a weak stomach? Yes. Are you usually the person comforting, or the person being comforted? The comforter.

Do you actually use the camera on your phone? Yeah.

Tennis shoes or flats? Tennis shoes/sneakers.

Are you a good planner or do you settle for spontaneity? I’m a planner.

What do you do to pass the time when you’re a passenger on a long car journey? Listen to music, talk, sleep. I wish I could read, but I get motion sickness.

When your friends come and hang out at your house, what do you get up to? --

Does it annoy you when surveys ask questions about controversial topics, or do you like arguing your point? I avoid those questions.

How often would you say you updated your Facebook status? Not often at all. 

Do you think there’s a specific age when it’s no longer acceptable to be living with your parents? Who am I to say, I’m almost 32 and still do.

Girls - if you got pregnant now, would you keep it? Guys - what would your reaction be if your girlfriend fell pregnant? I can’t get pregnant and I don’t want kids.

Do you think it’s ignorant for people to have unprotected sex when they’re not ready for a child? Yes.

Are there any specific piercings you would never, ever get done? Most piercings. <<< I don’t have plans to get any, honestly, but yeah there’s definitely some I never would.

What’s your favourite non-animated Disney film? I couldn’t possibly choose.

It’s pouring with rain and you don’t have anywhere you need to be - how do you spend your day? Just like every day. <<< Yeah, I don’t do anything different but I do love rainy days. We don’t get many of them, sadly.

How often do your family go out for meals? We get takeout a lot. I do at least once a day to be honest. My DoorDash past orders list is quite long, ha. We haven’t all been out to eat together in over a year. I did go out to eat at a restaurant for the first time last month with my mom and aunt, though, and have gone a couple times since then with my mom.

Assuming you had sufficient funds, would you be capable of living alone, paying bills and looking after yourself properly? No. It is best for me that I still live at home given my situation. It’s what I want and feel comfortable with, I have no desire to live on my own.

What were your favourite things to do as a child? I was obSESSED with Barbies.

Are you happy to spend time being single, or are you one of those people who jumps from relationship to relationship? I’m honestly fine with being single. 

If you were shopping with your best friend, and they picked an outfit that was completely unflattering, would you tell them? Ahh. I wouldn’t know how to go about that. I had a friend who had to try everything on and ask my opinion and I really didn’t like it. I tried to shift it back to them and be like, “what do you think? Is it comfortable?” lol or something like that. If I wasn’t asked then I very likely wouldn’t say anything. If they like it, then I’m like hey do what you want.

Do you find it easy to open up to people about your past? I don’t find it easy to open up in general.

If you’re out in the middle of nowhere and need the toilet, do you try and hold it in or just go behind a bush somewhere? Thankfully I don’t ever find myself out in the middle of nowhere.

Do you prefer using air-con or having the windows down when you’re driving on a hot day? AC for sure. Having the windows down is just having hot air blowing on me.

Can you ever manage to finish three courses when you go out to eat at restaurants? Noo, definitely not. I rarely am able to finish my meal as it is.

What would you say your favourite farm animal is? Horses are pretty awesome. They’re so beautiful and majestic.

How do you react when someone you’re friends with has a bad attitude? I’ll have some thoughts in my head, ha, but I didn’t really do anything. 

Is it easy to embarrass you, or are you one of those people who just plays things off? I'm very easily embarrassed, but I try to play it off.

Are you comfortable going shopping or to the movies with your parents? Yeah, I do that all the time with my mom.

Do you have a favourite movie soundtrack? Not particularly.

[themidnightfarmer]

Papa don’t preach || Deirdre & Jared

Timing: Before the end of the party.

Location: The store/ Jareds farm/ middle of town (they wander)

Tagging: @deathduty & @themidnightfarmer

Description: Jared picks up an initially reluctant Deirdre for a good time!

Triggers: Mind alteration tw, injury tw, 

After the first night perhaps Jared had gotten a little carried away. But from his point of view what was the harm in keeping the party going as long as he possibly could. He’d never had this much of a good time during mushroom season, he’d really been missing out on just how good it felt to be free. With a growing mass of fae and enthusiastic ‘vicious’ type people back at the farm to take care of, Jared had made a trek out to the store to stock up. Load after load of juice, and alcohol, and food were being pushed into the bed of his truck when he felt eyes on him. Feeling that tingling in his fingertips he recognised this as what Lydia had described as sensing another fae. He smiled widely at the onlooker and waved a hand “You feeling like a party? Got a rager going on at my place.”

Deirdre was itching for a party, her body burned for it. She resisted the call the best she could, but the more she thought about the mushrooms, the more she wanted what they offered. Who was she kidding, anyway? She had always been terrible at resisting the pull of things; love, death, mushrooms. She burned her gaze into every fae she came across, the unspoken question of mushrooms hanging between them. Today, it happened to be some poor tall blonde man. “Fuck,” she hissed, “yes. I thought you’d never ask. I’ve been waiting for someone to ask. I just need someone to ask.” She twitched, bouncing with energy. Her mind screamed its arguments. This was wrong. What if there were mushrooms at this party? She said she would be avoiding those. She told Morgan she would. “Can I tag along?” She pointed to the truck, “I could use a good party really bad right now. I have all this energy from the---” she gestured wildly, “you know what. I’ve been trying not to step in one but---” She coughed, “just, yeah. I could use a party right now.”  

“Well, I’m asking bud!” Jared grinned at her. He closes up the bed of the truck and hits the metal. “Hop in, you can absolutely tag along.” His mood lifted even further when she implied what had given him joy these last few days. “Too late for me on theta front.” He told her holding the passenger door open for her to get in. “Have one next to the first barn on my farm. It just popped up this year with no warning. Never has before. But I guess with more and more like us in the area it’s likely it felt the need to be more liberal this season.” Almost skipping around to the drivers side he hopped in and smiled again turning the engine on and taking off. “I’m Jared, your host for the evening. Who’re you?”

Deirdre settled into his truck with excitement. It wasn’t until she was already buckled in that his comment about the mushrooms hit her. Oh no. Oh no, this was bad. She should stop. She should get out and-- “Mushrooms!” She cheered, “I knew I could count on you to have the good stuff, stranger. I love you. You’re my new best friend. I’m going to make a human get a tattoo of your face to show how much I love you.” She grinned madly, kicking her feet up on the dashboard. “Deirdre,” she introduced herself casually, “nice to meet you, Jared. I can’t believe you live on a farm. I grew up on one. I miss it.” She turned to him, “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun, you and me. I know it. I promise it.”  

Not quite sure what to make of her comment about a tattoo his only comment was “If you do make sure it’s by Luce Vural.” The drive would take them out of town and then down the long dirt track to the outer gates of his land, so they had time to chat a little. “My farm isn’t like one you likely grew up on. Got a greenhouse, but I don’t really grow any crops. My livestock aren’t all that friendly either. Only bit that might be similar to a real farm is the horses. Got two working and one rescue. They’re real saviours of the place let me tell you.” The promise caught the nymph off guard and he blinked. “You promise? That’s wild, but you know-” he cut himself off and let the haze of excitement wash over him and chase away the worry. “Sounds rad. The others should all still be going strong in the barn.” Pulling up to the farm he delighted in pointing out the ring, visible from the spot he was parking in front of the house. And then gesturing to the rowdy group tucked away in the barn. “I’m adopting every last one of you guys into the family. I’m going to take good care of you, you’re going to have a fucking great season.” He enthused jumping out to unload the truck.

“No farm is like the one I grew up on,” Deirdre sighed, staring out at the landscape rushing past them. For a moment, she seemed to sober and remember that this was a bad idea. In another, she grew more excited for the planned party ahead. “I like horses,” she said absently, forgetting herself. When they finally reached Jared’s farm, she was happy to hop out and survey the land. So there was the barn, and there was the beautiful, beautiful ring--practically aglow against the grass. “Yeah, that sounds great and---I’m sorry, excuse me?” She snapped her attention to Jared, confused, “you’re going to do what? Adopt us? I’m sorry that---what? Adopt!?” He must have misspoke. Deirdre shook her head, remembered the mushrooms she was soon to be reunited with, and tried to help Jared unload. “You can’t adopt other fae...we’re technically already family.” 

“No farm is like mine either! Maybe not in set up but it’s one of a kind I'd think.” Jared laughed heartily, not really picking up on her mood, he was too in his own head about having potentially just found a fae that felt similar to his kids. Of course he was not a nymph of vicious fae, so any feeling he had was all down to the mushrooms, but in his mind he was really developing since he had stepped into that circle. Unloading the soda from the back of the truck Jared beamed. “Yeah adopt, or rescue like I do with my kids. You’ll all be safe to have a good time here is what I mean.” Had he been clear minded he would have been able to hear how weird that sounded, but as it stood he just laughed. “Well, no adoption required then, you’re already part of the family. Welcome to the farm.” On those words it was as if the spell on the fae and humans in the barn had been broken, the people started to spill out towards the bonfire again, and the music got louder. “This season is my first, I plan on doing it properly.” Jared admitted before nudging Deirdre towards the ring. “Come on, lets both do it right?!”

"Like you do with your—you have kids?" Deirdre watched Jared curiously, she hoped she might find some answer in the way he moved or the expression on his face. But he was serious. He wanted a family. "Uh huh…" Then she watched humans and fae pool out of his barn, moving their party across the pasture, towards a bonfire. Even as far as Fairy Ring parties went, this was impressive. She whistled under her breath, "you're doing good for yourself, Jared." And then there was the mushrooms. Deirdre froze, staring down at the ring. It wanted her, it called for her, she could feel Jared urging her and the other fae ready to welcome her in. But she didn't want this. She told Morgan she wouldn't, she told Morgan there would be more time and she—Deirdre's hand snapped out and she gripped Jared tightly. "I-I can't—" She started to cry, trembling wildly as she poured the last of herself into resisting. "Please, I don't want to—I don't—" She was begging nonsensically, pleading with herself and the mushrooms. Then she stepped forward. The mushrooms had won, and her tears dried against her face. She turned to Jared and grinned wide, "let's fucking party!" 

“My animals are my kids usually. I love every single one of them.” He told her with a beaming smile. “But lately people have been coming to stay and I can’t say I don’t like it an awful lot as well.” Dropping off the last box of chips Jared was startled out of his action by the woman grabbing his arm tight. He was almost shaken out of his daze by the tears in her eyes and the tone of her voice. What was wrong with the circle? Was there something he’d missed? Was he putting all his new family at risk being around it? But the moment seemed to pass as quickly as it started -if only to Jareds addled brain. His arm followed her as she took that one step needed to be in the circle. And then as if by magic, her fear was gone, the entire tone of her being had shifted into what it had been before. An excitement at the prospect of a party and not...whatever that had just been. Ignoring what had just happened wouldn’t have worked if he’d been more sober, but as it was, he took her hand and started to pull her towards the party. “Lets dance!” 

Jared was Deirdre’s bestest friend ever. Nevermind that they’d just met, and that she knew nothing about him other than the fact he was fae, blonde, tall, owned a farm and said strange things about family. It didn’t matter. Because he was one with the mushrooms too, just like Deirdre was. The banshee pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside, running towards the party with Jared. “I love you, Jared!” She screeched, maintaining a safe volume, but by a slim margin. “You’re like the best. I heard it from the shrooms. They said it!” The mushrooms welcomed Deirdre happily, just like the party. And she whooped and hollered and danced like she was born to do it. “Why aren’t you getting naked?” She asked her new best-friend forever.  

His responsible act was finished as soon as Deidre had changed her tune about the whole situation. She ran and laughed and started to take off her clothes and Jared remembered just how much he HATED wearing any. Stupid human laws about indecency, everyone used to be naked millions of years ago. Stupid humans had it all wrong. Running after her towards the crowd at the bonfire Jared pulled his shirt over his head and stumbled, falling and rolling trying to get his shoes off. He bounced up as soon as they were gone and he laughed, why on earth had he even gone for snacks and soda. Someone else should have gone, one of the humans who hadn’t had the urge to be rid of the barriers between them and nature. He reached Deirdre and grinned, weaving through the crowd of fae and humans alike to turn up the music. He offered her a hand. “Lets dance!”

Deirdre danced wildly, taking Jared’s hands and spinning around him, spinning him around her--there was a lot of spinning. So much so that at the end of it, the sky suddenly became the ground...or she’d simply fallen over and forgotten which way was up and which was down. Deirdre hopped back to her feet. “We should get louder!” She yelled to Jared, “the mushrooms like it when we’re loud! I can scream? Should I scream?” She wasn’t sure how long they’d been dancing, or how much longer they’d keep dancing. But it didn’t matter much to her, she would have stayed there all day. She was, after all, Jared’s family. And, weirdly, adopted by him? She hadn’t worked that one out yet. “Do we have to call you daddy?” She asked quietly, thinking about it more, “because that feels a little weird.” 

Jared had grown dizzy as well, and hadn’t been able to catch her when she’s fallen. But the grass in the pasture was thick, and hadn’t been too badly trampled yet by the party goers so she at least had a soft landing. Time seemed to be of no concern to almost everyone on the farm, even the host himself couldn’t tell anyone how long it had been from moment to moment, he only noted the sunrise and fall...and that was only if he looked up. “Scream away!” The nymph told her laughing, not having picked up on what kind of fae she was at all. It seemed like an innocent question to him. He wanted all his vicious kids to have whatever their hearts desired. “Daddy?” he giggled, and then snorted and then giggled again. “Yeah totally.” she didn’t have to, no one had to. But the idea caught him and he couldn’t keep himself in line. “Look at me, I’m your daddy now.” he said. If he remembered this when he was sober, the regret would set in for sure. But that was sober Jareds problem now.

It was weird. Even through the fog of mushrooms, Deirdre knew that. But this was Jared’s farm and if he wanted to adopt everyone, then that wasn’t a concern of hers. She looked at him as he commanded and giggled. “Sure thing, daddy!” Weirdness aside, Jared was her new best friend forever and she wasn’t going to let any weird names squander that. “So cover your ears!” She aimed up at the sky and let out a scream, and then another, timing the sounds to the beat of the mushrooms in her head. She turned to him with a grin, allowing the party sounds to swell louder around her. They all needed to scream, even if they couldn’t do it like her. “How was that, daddy?” 

He’d gotten the giggles, and when she actually bought into the joke Jared was sent into another round of them. This was however halted abruptly when she screamed. The shock sent out like a wave through the party. Everyone one by one covered their ears, although as soon as she was finished it didn’t take long for things to start back up again. The magic of mushroom season and a sprinkling of stray sod. “Holy heck that was wild, banshee? Never met a banshee!” He had all sorts of questions for her, but they were cut short by the sirens. Seemed the party had reached a loud enough state to warrant a nearby neighbour some grief that they’d never had before from Jared. And the scream had upped the stakes. The nymph blinked and just looked on as the cop car rolled up. The only rational part of his brain managing to have him reach for pants. “Can I help you officers?” he asked, trying to act cool, but his mind was still reeling. 

“Are you the property owner?” the cop asked looking at the crowd of people and then at Deirdre. “What’s going on here?”

Deirdre scrambled for her shirt--humans were so weird about toplessness--except she couldn’t find it, so she had to take one off another party goer and slip it on. She beamed at the cops, sliding up beside Jared. “Just a party,” she nodded, putting on her best ‘boring’ voice---humans liked that too. They wouldn’t take well to the giggling and the jumping about. “You know--” she nudged Jared, “I think I saw some drugs over there.” She pointed towards the mushroom ring, “not ours, obviously! But it’s weird that it’s just sitting there, right? You should come with us to check it out.” She tried to wink at Jared, but might just have been blinking oddly at him. The two officers looked at each other and sighed. Eventually, she managed to get an ‘okay’ out of one and a ‘sure, show us’ from the other. “Lead the way Dad---Jare!” She laughed and nudged Jared again. This was his farm, and he should get the honors of binding the two officers to the ring. 

The nymph was glad that Dierdre stepped forward with him. His head wasn’t quite screwed on tight enough for dealing with the law. He tried to avoid dealing with the law altogether if he could help it….unless it was his new friend Roland. That guy was cool. This train of thought had Jared mumbling about baby sharks before he was snapped back to the present by an elbow. A smile came over his face once again and he followed her lead. “No no drugs at this party no way no how unless someone else came with some.” He agreed before moving out of the way of the officers so that they could come further onto the property. Jared knew however -with a growing relief- that the officers would never make it to the ring. The stray sod had been spreading for days, the whole field was riddled with the stuff. They were going to lose all sense of what they’d come for in five, four, three- Jared bit his lip when the looks on the officers faces shifted. That was them, they were theirs now. They stopped moving and he took the closest officer's hand. “Here for the party right bud?” He said in a confident tone. He glanced at Deirdre and jerked his head. “Come on bud, let's get you a drink and maybe some face paint.” He handed the officers off to another partygoer and turned to Deirdre with a booming laugh. He glanced at the cop car sitting in the gateway and smirked at her. “Wanna do some doughnuts in town?”

Deirdre hadn't even noticed the stray sod, if she did, she might have said that was her ingenious plan instead. Getting officers into fairy rings could be a real pain in the ass, there were some promises they had to establish first to make sure they didn't blab, and an ever growing list of things they needed to double and triple check. It could be more tedious than it was fun. But stray sod was always fun. They hadn't even made it more than halfway there when confusion sank into their faces. She could imagine their thoughts scrambling around, where were they? How did they get there? Where did they want to go again, and which way was it? Once Jared led her away, Deirdre broke out into raucous laughter. "That was good!" And then she looked to the car, conveniently left on with the keys in the ignition. It was careless of them in retrospect, but Deirdre was sure they didn't expect anyone to be slipping past them and into their car. "Hell yeah!" She nudged Jared along, slipping into the passenger seat. "You drive because I'm bad at it!" She called out to him, happily tapping her fingers along the dashboard. All of this started with a car ride, all of this could end nicely with one too—not that she wanted it to end. 

With someone alongside him to urge him on in his whims, Jared had no way of stopping the mess that was likely to be the joyride through town. Whilst he’d felt himself sober enough to drive to get supplies earlier in the day, it had been a good while now dancing and passing through the mushroom circle earlier again hadn’t helped. His mind was full of fluff, and his heart was longing to keep having fun with his new friend. She was everything he didn’t know he’d been missing to the party and now that she was here he wanted to do even more than he had before. Into the driving seat and Jared flipped on all the sirens and he pulled the plug on the police radio so that they wouldn’t have the music blasting from the speakers interrupted by useless petty crime notifications. They were off. The drive down the first path was long but at speed it didn’t take long enough to notice. He drove straight into down and directly to the last location he knew there’d been a vehicle hijacking. His own tractor that time, but this time -as he pulled the handbrake and the car began to swing around, burning rubber in the desired doughnut shape- he called out “no moose statue to hit anymore!”

“DADDY JARED IS THE BEST!!” Deirdre screeched out the open car window. She wasn’t sure who she was talking to, or why she felt the need to say it, but it was true and of that she didn’t argue. She didn’t quite understand what was going on, but she hadn’t really understood all night. First she was at a store, then she was in a truck, then she was topless and now she was in another vehicle. The only thing that mattered was the mushrooms, and her new best friend---daddy---Jared. Then they were spinning, the sound of screeching rubber against the asphalt cutting across the air. “What?” She turned to Jared, “what was that about a moose statue?” She didn’t know what moose had to do with mushrooms, or with theft, but who was she to argue with Jared. "This is fun!" She yelled at him, until her eyes flickered to the clock. It was late, when had it gotten so late? Morgan would worry. And then there was the mushrooms, how had she allowed herself to get inside the fairy ring? Morgan would be mad. Deirdre frowned, and did what any sensible woman would do in her position: jumped out of the spinning car. She rolled across the asphalt, paying no mind to her cuts and scrapes. "I need to go home!" She told Jared, stepping back from the car. "I parked nearby! I'll just drive back!" 

One moment she was beside him screaming and laughing and the next she was gone. All Jared had done was blink, and then she’d vanished. He halted the cop car as fast as he could but his reaction times were just not with him that well. By the time he’d slowed to a stop she was on her feet and walked backwards away from him. He didn’t quite understand why she wanted to leave all of a sudden but if she is leaving his top priority was to go back to the party and find something fun to do. He raised a hand and gave her a beaming smile. “NICE MEETING YOU.” he called, and because of the mushroom daze he was in he didn’t give her any more thought. She was leaving and that meant he had to find a new person to have fun with. He drove home for that very reason, not looking back.

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Shouji Mezo X Reader part 12 Remember

“So who do you want to go with you?” Sero asked. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” She smirked. “Satou, could you accompany me to the store?” She bowed. 

“Me? Obvious?” Satou was confused all around

“Yeah you look cool.” She told him. “Gotta surround myself with hunks just in case if I see anyone I know. Makes me look cool, like a celebrity with body guards.” 

“Well who's your other choice?” Mina asked. 

 There was an obvious choice. But she had to play it off cool.

“Shouji you can come if you want.” She tried being nonchalant. 

Shouji was on his phone, but he was listening. He knew he would be picked. The choice of Satou was surprising, but it was becoming clear. Y/n figured he would want to go, since he was always playing the hero.

“I guess.” touche.

“Now that I have my gang, I got to make myself look cool.” Y/n said doing a twirl.

“That’ll take a million years!” Bakugo yelled.

“I’ll kill you.” Y/n growled at him.

“I gotta change actually.” Satou said. 

Y/n waited outside for the two guys. Satou just wore a t-shirt and jeans. But Shouji’s look got a bigger reaction. 

“Cameo pants! What are you trying to do?Go hunting?” Y/n yelled.

“They’re my casual pants.”

“There’s nothing casual about hunting, Shouji.” Y/n said. “I thought maybe you guys could wear some chunky rings or something, something that says you’d beat any punk coming at me.”

Y/n didn’t let them in her room as she changed. She came out in a shocking look. It wasn't just going out to the store. It was a pale blue slip dress with a big fuzzy pink jacket. Not only did she wear high white boots, but also huge sunglasses, at sun set. It was obnoxious. 

“Here, I have some manly sunglasses.” Y/n offered two more pairs.

“I don’t need that.” Shouji said.

“What’s with the outfit?” Satou asked

 Was something up?

“I haven’t been in public in weeks, I’m no longer wasting my time with boring outfits. I’m a star with a cool closet that must be seen.” She told them. “C’mon can’t we look like a cool band or something cool.”

They didn’t accept the glasses, but Y/n didn’t press them. They walked to the store. Shouji knew the girl's mind was still clouded with whatever the phone call was about.

“Satou, you’re quiet. Learn anything cool today?” Y/n asked.

“I- I guess, what about you-” Satou asked.

“I learned that Shouji Mezo is an eavesdropper and does NOT mind his own business.” Y/n said. “Why are you so nervous? Am I really this big scary demon of the UA campus?”

A small smile crept under Shouji’s mask. So she would tease him, an interesting thought.

“I’m not the best at talking to girls.” Satou confessed.

“Why? Are you bad at flirting? You got big lips.” Y/n asked

That smile got pulled a little bit.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Satou asked.

“No one wants to make out either small lips, Satou. Too thin and it’s like making out with plastic wrap.” She explained. “I’m sure someone would make out with you, there’s enough to grab on to.”

“How do you know that?” Satou was shocked. 

“I’m good at listening-“

“Eavesdropping.”  Shouji corrected. 

“I know what’s good, okay. Besides why are you bad at talking to girls? You think I’m an alien?” She asked Satou.

“No-no nothing like that. I just get nervous. Not just with the idea of flirting” Satou said.

“What are you gonna do when you have to rescue a woman? You’ll have to ask questions, like oh my god how hurt are you?” Y/n said. “And what if she’s just so gosh darn beautiful with blood shooting out of her eyes?”

Satou didn’t like how detailed she was going and the. Thought of a perfect topic changed.

“What do you want us to call you? Since your name isn’t Velia but (last name). I feel like if we call you (last name) I’m calling you by your mom or dad’s name.” Satou asked.

“(First name) is fine. There’s no huge reason to be formal with me.” She was quick to say.

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I like my name and others should say it. I am a gosh darn star, Satou” Y/n said.

 Y/n got quiet as they entered the store. She was on a mission. The group got stares, but people didn’t know who to look at. The overdressed brat, the land octopus and the real sugar beefcake was quit the crew. Whispers of “is she a celebrity, do I just not recognize her?” Were heard. Then some kid had the gall to ask for a picture. Y/n did agree and the parent took it. “Did you know her” “no, but I don’t want to miss my chance just in case she is.” Satou watched what she picked out. Baking soda, lemon juice, sugar, and honey. She was still looking, but he thought he figured her out.

“Are you trying to bake something for the class?” Satou asked.

“No, but you’ll see.” Y/n said.

“Oh my god is that Y/n!” A woman’s voice called.

 Shouji and Satou both became on alert. Was this an escape route? She picked a perfect duo if she wanted to escape since they were both close combat types, bulky and strong, but not the fastest. The teen was blond and also was wearing a ridiculous outfit to the grocery store. It was white romper. Her hair was done in a complicated fancy fashion. She was a bit taller than Y/n. Y/‘n’s eyes said she knew they girl, but neither boy could read the emotion. 

“Oh my god, Brittany.” Y/n shimmied her shoulders. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know to get food for my healthy complex diet that keeps me looking like a goddess model. What about you? You haven’t been posting on social media and I heard some of our friends could no longer reach you? What is up with that?” Brittany asked. 

“I’m doing a cleanse for my mind. You’re working on your body and I gotta dig a little deeper for my own self-improvement.” Y/n said one upping her assumed friend or enemy.

Were they competing for something? The comment y/n made clearly pissed off Brittany, but she remained composed.

“We just haven’t seen you in so long, I was gonna try and get the gang back together, you know a  nice meet little get together.” The girl said. “I don’t know how much you’ll have to say though since you’re just doing online classes, I bet there are no juicy stories.”

Was she not going to acknowledge the two tall muscular guys?

“Well if you need to contact me, you can call the U.A. offices. They’ll let me know.”

Brittany’s eyes shot open. 

“I was gonna say these two guys do look familiar? What are you doing at U.A.?”

Y/n was about to say she’s a teaching aid but then it was gonna look weird to hang out with students after class. 

“Oh you know.”

“I don’t.” Brittany was quick to say.

“Well I can’t just tell you, you either get it or you don’t, Brittany.”

 Brittany looked at the two boys, they felt the daggers shooting out of her eyes, but it seemed she didn’t know how to counter Y/n’s comment. 

“Are you still-“ Brittany’s hands went to the fabric of Y/n’s dress, sliding it up her leg. “-bruising easily-“

“Hey!” Y/n growled as she smacked her hand away. 

 It was an uncomfortable moment, but Y/n started laughing it off. 

“I was only checking, I remember back in middle school you would bruise so much. You wouldn’t want these two fellas to be in charge of body inspection control. It’s indecent.” Brittany said. 

Shouji couldn’t watch this shit show anymore. 

“We should get going.” Shouji said, hoping to change the scenery.

“Oh is there something special you have to do? Either of you didn’t make it to the final round of the sports festival, I thought they would just like expel you.”

She avoided talking to them this long and now that they said something she was ready to fight. What was she gaining from this?

“No. They don’t”. Shouji said. 

“My body guards are right though, we do need to get going, Brittany. I will be waiting for your call and maybe we’ll do a sweet little brunch.” Y/n said.

Brittany smiled and the two girls hugged. Then they kissed each other on both cheeks like this was France. They thought the two girls hated each other. After checking out, one of them decided to speak .

“So was like your friend?” Satou asked.

“My best from  middle school.” Y/n explained. “I hate and love her. We’re the only two to keep up with each other.”

“You’re kinda like Bakugo and Deku.” Satou said. 

“You’re always telling Bakugo to let off too.” Shouji added. 

“That’s because Midoriya isn’t asking for it or deserves it. Brittany and I’s rivalry all started when our parents said we should be like the other and then we both started acting out, and on a mutual agreement we are mean to each other because we can handle it.” Y/n explained. “I have not see any documentation where both Bakugo and Beefcake have fully agreed to mutual rivalry.”

“Do you two have that, for real?” Satou asked.

“Yeah, on Instagram. We both use to vote each other for hottest mess for our school page.”

“Why was she checking out your leg?” Shouji asked. 

“Cause she can’t keep a fucking secret.” Y/n said harshly

They started walking back to the dorms. Y/n did get some food for herself that she ate on the way back. Shouji and Satou carried some of her bags, they had the arms for it. At the cross walk, Y/n looked one way and began to go. She didn’t hear the electric car coming from the direction she didn’t check. She heard the groceries being dropped and then felt the arm pull her back. Her back was pressed against Shouji’s strong chest. She felt his heart beating fast. The car kept going as it would have hit her. Though she was safe Shouji still had her. She looked up at him a little shocked. Was it the saving? Was it the fact she didn’t notice the car that was gonna hit her? It was a new feeling. He was looking straight back into her eyes registering what he did. 

 Satou hated this feeling. Third wheeling. He bent down and picked up the groceries Shouji dropped, luckily the items remained in the bags. 

“You should really look both ways.” Satou broke the moment as he picked up the fallen goods.

The duo came back to reality and Shouji set Y/n down. There was a war of emotions Y/n was feeling. Embarrassed, she needed to be saved! All this hard work to show she wasn’t this weak dying child and now no one has to worry about her quirk killing her, bad luck and irresponsibility will! But it was nice, it was really nice. He’s a wannabe hero so of course he’d save her and prove himself that he would do the right thing in a snap second decision. But it was still nice. It was nice not being splattered on the road. 

“That was on me.” She said finally. 

The mood was changed. Shouji and Y/n were quiet thinking about what had just happened, and Satou didn’t want to talk about it knowing it would only make it more awkward. It felt like Y/n’s lungs were gonna get jet packs and burst in opposite directions. Her stomach was a tangled mess, the more she couldn’t understand her feelings the more she felt overwhelmed. The two guys walked Y/n to her dorm. 

“You good from here?” Satou asked. 

“Actually I’m gonna stop at your dorm again, Satou can you stay behind actually and help me put away groceries?” 

“You don’t need my help?” Shouji asked. 

“Don’t worry, we won’t talk bad about you.”

“Okay.”

 Shouji left and Y/n waited for him to be completely before she talked out loud. Satou helped put food away.

[alanna-artroid]

Cookies I Have From Cookie Run So Far! (And My Thoughts On Them)

Alright, I’ve gotten pretty far in Cookie Run: Oven Break, and I felt the need to share my thoughts on all the adorable cookies I’ve unlocked so far. So far, I have 50/100, so I’d say I’m making good progress. On to the list!

GingerBrave: The bravest boy. If this was a show, he’d clearly be the main character. I recently got him a little suit, so now he’s a gentleman! 

GingerBright: Sweet little lady. She looks like she’d be nice to get a coffee with or help you with homework. I definitely ship her with Brave, no doubt about it.

Strawberry Cookie: Precious baby! She’s super shy and I am compelled to protect her at all costs. Her pet is also a Tamagotchi, so she must be a gamer! Sweet!

Skater Cookie: HE WAS A SK8TER BOI! SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI! 

Zombie Cookie: This is one of the fastest zombies I’ve ever seen. They seem like a nice guy overall though.

Princess Cookie: Heck yes, a mischievous princess! Those are the best! I love her dress and hair bows. I bet she just pretends to get kidnapped for the lols.

Pilot Cookie: Is it just me, or is this little old man smaller than most of the other cookies? Whatever, he’s got a cute mustache and he’s adorable. Go and fly!

Vampire Cookie: As a vampire nerd, I immediately adored this guy. I will gladly give him grape juice and chill with him under the light of the moon. 

Gumball Cookie: Is this was Splatoon is like? This boi has a lot of chaotic energy and I like him.

Pistachio Cookie: I love this warrior woman so dang much. Look at that minty green hair! Her power is also SUPER helpful. She a speedy knight!

Pancake Cookie: HE’S A FLYING SQUIRREL! HE’S TOO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN! LET ME HUG THIS TINY CHILD!!!

Peppermint Cookie: Sweet baby. Good baby. My mom would probably adore this baby. (She loves mint and she’s not even a big sweets person.)

Muscle Cookie: As a lesbian, I’m not into big abs and muscles, but he’d probably be a good gym partner. Don’t mess with him is all I can say.

Cherry Cookie: Little Red Riding Hood got some bombs! I hope she and Gumball can go cause chaos on the weekends.

Hero Cookie: Precious nerdy boi with science! I saw his Island of Memories intro and his bond with Jellyco Cube is just the sweetest thing! Follow your superhero dreams, my baby!

Fairy Cookie: I didn’t know Tinkerbell was in this game! Also, I got her a bee costume and that looks super cute on her. Love her hair bun.

Werewolf Cookie: ULTIMATE FLOOF! Doggo here has a lot of angst and I worry for him. Maybe Vampire Cookie can teach him to chill? That’d be nice.

Rockstar Cookie: Oh, the songs I could sing right here. High tier rocker boy. Loving that flowing white hair. Rock on, buddy!

Soda Cookie: Go-to starter for my Breakout runs. I love him very much, he’s super cute! Let me go to the beach with this righteous dude! 

Dark Enchantress Cookie: Oooooh, she is GORGEOUS!!! I love her design~! I’ll be sure to invite her to any fancy balls I might have, as to avoid any Maleficent scenarios with this savage woman.

Moon Rabbit Cookie: My spirit animal! I love how she constantly munches while she runs. This girl is such a mood for me. Cute little bunny ears~!

Space Doughnut: Awww, look at this alien dork! Their design is very cute, and I love how their expression of >:3.

Macaron Cookie: Such a sweetie pie! Why must they all be so adorable?! She’s a little drummer girl! That is too precious! Look at her dress and hat!!!

Pink Choco Cookie: She reminds me of a show I watched when I was younger. It was about a space girl, does anyone remember it? This girl will save the day, I can tell! 

Avocado Cookie: Strong girl on the loose! My pun-loving friends would adore this cookie. And she’s a blacksmith, which is always cool.

Whipped Cream Cookie: Elegant ballerino!! He’s definitely one of my favorites! Such a beautiful boi~! I love his design so much, and he’s very useful. <3 <3 <3

Blackberry Cookie: Yeeees! Gothic girl for the win! She is SO dang pretty! I am WEAK for gothic lolitas, and she even has ghost buddies! I bet she’ll love spooky games like Luigi’s Mansion and Hollow Knight.

Lemon Cookie: Edgy boi is trying way too hard to be Shadow the Hedgehog. I mean, can you SMILE for once dude? It’ll take me a while to bond with this guy.

Salt Cookie: He strikes me as a wise old man you’d find meditating at the top of a mountain, or in his case on a boat in the ocean. I bet he has lots of knowledge to share.

Squid Ink Cookie: AWWWWW, SWEET BABY SQUID!!! Guys, I think they might be my favorite! They’re so squishy and mighty, and they need all my love and huggles!!! Don’t be sad baby, I’ll be your friend! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Lime Cookie: Beach girl! She’s like Lemon Cookie, but slightly nicer! I really like her hair and beach ball. Very cool girl.

Ninja Cookie: FINALLY! SOMEONE WITH MORE THAN TWO JUMPS!!! I went kind of crazy with his jumping powers at first. He’s super cool. Not sure why his pet is a ghost though.

Pomegranate Cookie: Oooh, I love Asian fashion~! Look how fancy and elegant she is! Her story concerns me, and I’m worried about her.

Angel Cookie: Good cookie, sweet cookie. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. It looks like they trust the devil boy, which is beyond kind of them. I love it when angels get along with demons. Defy angle roles!!!

Devil Cookie: Speaking of, they’re a cute little bean too! I love the naughty demon trope, and this cutie is so mischievous! Call Angel your “rival” all you want, I’m still shipping you dorks.

Roll Cake Cookie: Imagine, if you will, the world’s biggest game of Whack-A-Mole! With that hammer, this boy would win without question.

Popcorn Cookie: I’d be happy to go with this girl to the movie theater! Also, I love how she had popcorn for hair buns. She seems like she’d be up for a fun time!

Carrot Cookie: Oh my lordy, her ponytails are carrots. The artists for this game are so clever. Strong but tiny farmer, I approve.

Ion Cookie Robot: Yes! A robot! I love robots, and this cookie is no exception! Definitely one of my favorites, up there with Whipped Cream Cookie. They’re super powerful too, and REALLY useful in Breakout and Trophy runs.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Gee Dino-Sour, how come Devsisters let you have two pets? Very cool punk boy. I can see him going to Rockstar Cookie’s concert.

Plum Cookie: Aren’t plums purple though? This boy is one tough cookie! Look at his karate moves! Honestly, I thought he was a girl at first. Why must these boys be so pretty?!

Yogurt Cream Cookie: PRINCE ALI! FABULOUS HE! ALI ABABWUA~!

Alchemist Cookie: Look, it’s Twilight Sparkle! Apparently, Vampire boy is her brother? I really like her hair braids(?), I just wish she’d loosen up a bit. She seems like a nice girl.

Roguefort Cookie: Aaaah yeah, elegant thief! This cookie is the coolest! I love this aesthetic so much~! Blue cheese has never been so fancy. Just look at this charmer, stealing hearts!

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: OOOOOhohoho! THIS is what I’m TALKING about! Look at this beast, they’re GLORIOUS! They’ve probably killed a bunch of people, but They’re crazy powerful and I adore them.

Knight Cookie: This guy is SO much fun to play as! He just won’t stop, he’s too fast!!! I couldn’t stop laughing once I found out just how fast this knight could go! Somehow he controls better than Pistachio? I don’t know, I love him!

Birthday Cake Cookie: TOO PRECIOUS FOR WORDS! SHE’S SO DANG CUTE!!! Also, her “Bonus Time” changes to “Happy B Day” and I... I just can’t! She’s the sweetest thing!!! <3 <3 <3

Cocoa Cookie: Awww, look at this sweet baby! I wanna snuggle her! Her design looks so warm and comfy. I have plenty of hot chocolate to give her. <3

Raspberry Mousse Cookie: Ah yes, the pretty boy that got me into this game in the first place. Along with Squid Ink, he’s probably my favorite. There’s a reason he has the highest affection so far with me. I just adore his design, and he’s very powerful! I will ALWAYS have him ready for Breakout and Trophy Runs. Well worth all the hype. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Rose Cookie: Finally, we have this lovely lady. Everyone is shipping her with Raspberry, and rightfully so. She is a high-quality woman that makes gay men straight and straight girls lesbian. Look at that outfit! And those dance moves!

Aaaand that’s everybody for now! I’ll update this once I get more Cookies. So far, I like most of them a lot. Anybody got some favorites they’d like to share? I’m still new to this game, but I’m happy to hear what others have to say!

UPDATE 1: 

I went back and fixed all the gender mistakes I made. (I’m so sorry! D:) Also, I got a few more cookies! So here we go!

Walnut Cookie: Precious detective baby! The newest update is only making her cuter! Probably the shortest of the bunch, and I adore her design~! <3

Cinnamon Cookie: Super useful power so far, and they have a really cool cape! Those cards are very handy! (I promise I’ll pay attention to the genders of these cookies from now on! I don’t want to misgender anyone again!)

Sparkling Cookie: Oooh, a sparkling cider cookie! That’s honestly the only boozy thing I enjoy drinking. He is super classy and seems like the life of the party. He strikes me as a Great Gatsby kind of host.

Moonlight Cookie: OOOOOOOH~! LOOK at this GODDESS! I love the nighttime/dreamy aesthetic. This girl has Luna’s hair and a wizard’s outfit, high tier cookie!

White Choco Cookie: This game sure likes it’s knights, huh? This girl is a fine lady and apparently, she attracts all the lesbians. Can’t say I blame those girls, I do love that hairstyle. 

Spinach Cookie: Aaand the newest cookie to hit the scene, this girl! I have never met someone so dedicated to vegetables, so I have to applaud that. She’s a super sweet girl, and I hope we find who stole her precious vegetables!!!

UPDATE 2:

More Cookies! It’s been a while since I’ve updated this, so I have quite a bit to share. On to the new ones!

Mustard Cookie: Look at this punk girl! Street artist on the loose in the streets! I always admire people and characters in this style, so I’m supporting this rebel all the way!

Herb Cookie: Now THIS guy is everywhere! It seems the fandom really likes him, and I can see why. He seems like a very nice boy, with a sweet plant baby. I like the leaf hair, very cool.

Sea Fairy Cookie: I love how everything on her flows. Her hair, her dress, she’s so beautiful~! I will say though, Legendaries are SO DANG HARD to level up and get affection with! WHY?!

Cream Puff Cookie: Awwww, look at this precious baby girl~! Look at her soft hair and little dress! I almost feel bad running with the super cute ones, I don’t want them to get hurt! 

Matcha Cookie: Oooooh, all these ancient-looking cookies have the coolest designs! She’s probably insane, darkness will do that to ya, but she seems harmless so I like her!

Ice Candy Cookie: This chick could crush me like a grape and I don’t know how to feel about that. Hopefully, she’s only savage on the ice rink. I do NOT want to mess with this girl.

Cherry Blossom Cookie: Awww, look how pretty she is~! Cherry blossoms are always so lovely, and this girl embodies that. She has a PARASOL for crying out loud, I CAN’T EVEN!!

Grapefruit Cookie: This game sure likes sports, huh? She seems really cool, I love her colors! Do you think she’d play Skate 3? Hopefully, she’d get a laugh out of that game.

Pirate Cookie: This guy has been a long time coming. I’ve been curious about him since the Breakout episode. He’s pretty neat, I appreciate how he naturally comes with an extra revive.

Kumiho Cookie: Cool! A Kitsune! I love the spin on the concept of cookies. Let this marshmallow fox live out her reverse-furry dream! I’m loving her design too, look at that hair! 

Marshmallow Cookie: Oh cute! Another marching band cookie! According to her story, she and Macaron had a falling out. I hope they can reconcile and be friends again. :(

Dark Choco Cookie: WE’VE REACHED MAXIMUM EDGE! WITH OREO SHOULDER PADS!!! Interesting how he’s still trying to be a hero, which is a nice spin on the “I have evil powers so now I’m evil” trope. Here’s hoping he stays strong.

Fire Spirit Cookie: Ah yes, the classic lord of fire. A staple for any fantasy story that includes the elements. Again, it’s impossible to get the affection for these guys.

Mala Sauce Cookie: Yay! I got Pitaya’s girlfriend! I always love it when there’s a tribe/society of warriors and the WOMAN is the strongest one there. Heck yes! This warrior lady is a badass!

Firecracker Cookie: I didn’t know I was invited to a rave party! Love the neon colors on this cookie, that’s something this game really excels at.

UPDATE 3:

I’ve reached 90 cookies! I’m on the homestretch!!!

Cheesecake Cookie: OH MY LORDY LOOK HOW FANCY SHE IS! I adore her already! Fancy ladies are the best ladies!

Kiwi Cookie: This game REALLY likes sports. He looks cool, can’t complain.

Yoga Cookie: Awww, a pretzel is trying to be loose! I’ve done yoga a few times, and it is very good for your body. Nice colors, simple design, nice.

Dr. Wasabi Cookie: I’d reference some mad scientist, but I know a lot of them so we’d be here for a while. Her combi generator has been very helpful.

Tiger Lily Cookie: IT’S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT’S THE THRILL OF THE NIGHT, RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!

Chili Pepper Cookie: Uh oh, this one’s a troublemaker! I really like her hair, it’s very bright. Secure your pockets around this chick, that’s for sure.

Millennial Tree Cookie: These cookies are too pretty, I keep thinking they’re girls! This guy is so beautiful~ truly a being of nature!

DJ Cookie: Ooooh, I love her design~. Rainbow colors will win me over every time. And look! She’s wearing a Bi Pride shirt! This girl is awesome! I like how her special power is basically tiny Guitar Hero.

Snow Sugar Cookie: Soft baby, sweet baby. Looks very cuddly. Their level was very helpful during Sandwich Cookie’s event in getting frozen jellies. Those blue bears aren’t easy to come by!

Fig Cookie: CENTAUR! I wasn’t expecting one of those here! She’s such a sweetie pie~. Since everything and anything is allowed in this game, can we get mermaids or harpies next?

Cotton Candy Cookie: PRECIOUS BABY! She’s so gosh darn cute, I can’t take it! I personally can relate to falling in love with things so easily. And there are official plushies of her now! ONE DAY I WILL BRING HER HOME!

Purple Yam Cookie: Bro needs a chill pill. Not ONCE have I seen this guy smile yet. And I thought Lemon needed to lighten up. Milk seems to care about him though, so I guess he can’t be that bad.

Milk Cookie: The softest of warriors! Look how cute he is~! I adore him! Plus he really shines in the stories. I can only assume Yam is his boyfriend or something. Am I wrong about that?

Cyborg Cookie: Hey! I saw the storybook for this one! I’m surprised I haven’t unlocked this “Aloe Cookie” yet. Are they still in this game? I can’t find them on the chart. Anyway, Cyborg is cool. Very nice design.

Mango Cookie: Newest baby! I love him, and would love to learn all about the islands from him! I’m gonna say it, I already ship him with Ananas Cookie, no questions asked.