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[inscrutable-shadow]

Mediwhump May Day 7 - First Night in Hospital

@mediwhumpmay

Put a bit of a twist on this one and it's not very whumpy but who's gonna do something about it? The cops? Fuck da police. Angkasa belongs to @sssunshinebreeze!

It was always strange to get overflow patients from the other, more legitimate clinics in the area. Obviously, the Doctor was a registered medical professional (under a false name) and the clinic was on the map and in the phone book and several other places (though they had refused all attempts to convince them to allow someone to set up a website), but they were still rather surprised every time someone remembered that they existed and wasn’t actively covered in blood or bringing an envelope of cash. They'd had to accept insurance for this one. Disgusting.

The patient seemed relatively normal, at least. Just a young person in for a sleep study. Apparently, they had been reporting nightmares and possible somnambulism. The Doctor was qualified to do this test, at least (that weekend conference had come in handy, after all) but the patient still seemed rather fearful.

“Nothing to worry about. I understand all the monitors are uncomfortable, but I guarantee you nothing untoward will occur during the night. I shall just be monitoring a few data points while you do your best to sleep.” They smiled as reassuringly as they could, but without the usual feedback from the patient’s expression, it was difficult to determine if they were succeeding. “Angkasa, wasn’t it? You may call me Rowan if you’d like.” 

“S-sorry, I just… really don’t like… “

“Hospitals?”

“Y-yes … It’s nothing against you…”

The Doctor shifted the clipboard under their arm. “Oh, I assure you, I take no offence. If it would make you more comfortable, there’s no reason we must do any of this here in the clinic. My apartment is directly above us, and, while I would not usually invite a patient into my home, if it ensures the test results are accurate and don’t need to be repeated, I don’t mind my guest bedroom seeing some use.”

Angkasa blinked slowly, considering. “You would do that?”

“Certainly. We would still need the equipment, of course, but at least the environment will be less clinical. Allow me to prepare some things.” Part of them had been hoping the youth would say no, but it really was the most practical solution. They just hated the idea of another human being in a space that was ‘theirs’.

The Doctor’s apartment was sparse, but homely: a well-taken-care-of espresso machine sat on the kitchen counter by an assortment of mugs, mostly gifted or from medical conferences; the main room, which was connected to the kitchen, was empty save for a single bookcase and futon, upon which lay two and a half crocheted afghans; the bathroom and two bedrooms lay in a hallway off to the side, and the whole place was lit softly by imitation gas lamps.

“Make yourself at home,” they murmured, showing their charge into the guest bedroom. This room was slightly more cluttered than the others, years of random objects accumulated on the surfaces and provided evidence that the Doctor was, after all, capable of sentiment. They smiled warmly as they moved to retrieve the monitoring equipment from downstairs, attempting to be reassuring. Once everything had been set up again and Angkasa had become rather attached to the Doctor’s least favourite afghan, it was time to begin the testing. “All right, now just try to sleep the same way you usually would. I shall be right down the hall.”

The patient hesitated. “Would you… would you mind staying?”

“Of course not.” They very much would.

They sat themselves in the open doorframe, the light of their tablet facing away from the rest of the room to allow Angkasa to sleep. This way, if the patient began sleepwalking, they couldn’t escape the room, and the Doctor could visually monitor any abnormal phenomena.

Angkasa slowly dropped into a fitful sleep while the Doctor looked on, thinking about how odd it was to see a young person under their afghan in the guest bed. No one ever slept in the beds here, least of all the Doctor themselves. The door to the Doctor’s bedroom remained firmly closed.

[profoundpidgeon]

✨Haikyu Headcanon(s) of the Evening! ✨

Author's Note: These are just lil' roomate headcanons I came up with cause I just wanted some so I decided to make some! Anyways this is a part 1 out of 2 (I think and hopefully) and as always I hope y'all enjoy! 😊 ~Pidge

Miya Atsumu:

• God this chaotic bastard where do I even start

• Well let's just say you were looking for a roomate and stuff and welp he took the opportunity and idk why but you accepted him (I guess he checked all the boxes for you congrats🎉🎉🎉)

• Now actually LIVING with him can either be a pain in the ass or quite enjoyable

• He gets up at a decent time, early for volleyball (maybe 7-8am) but SLEEPS IN when he doesn't have to go. (I believe like 2-3pm at times) one time you thought he was dead and almost called the hospital, he almost smacked you for that 🤣

• I see him as not being the apartment that often cause of volleyball but he'll be in the apartment just to chill or just to annoy ur ass if he's bored.

• HE WOULD LIKE TO HAVE DESINGNATED MOVIE NIGHTS!!! he also might invite ya know bo, hinata and sakusa but there's sometimes where he just wants to chill with u~

• I believe he's not really a good cook and you would have to make most of the meals or at least remind him to have a decent meal once in a while (if your not a good cook welp... y'all will suffer together I guess)

• He'd be snacking CONSTANTLY I👏SWEAR👏 (This is why ya gotta remind him to have decent meals all the time). I mean there will be nothing in your pantry. It's a literal compition that he wins most of the time to who gets the last packet of pocky. Smh 😑

• I feel like his room would be half messy and half not? Like there would be clothes on the floor but he would make sure to make his bed and his dresser would be a bit messy but not too messy. (Ya know? I hope you get it cause I'm not changing it)

• Please give this man the head pats before volleyball practices (he'll find it cute and if you look close enough you might see him ~blushing~)

Bokuto Koutorou:

• YES ITS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE HIMBO!!! god I LOVE him

• Such a caring man AND WITH SO MUCH RESPECT WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE HIMMM

• anyways

• I hope y'all were friends before you decided to move in together PLEASE SAY YOU WERE (well too bad, I'm the writer, you got no choice in the matter)

• He takes afternoon naps... end of headcanons (no but really when u come back from school or work and he's home before you, you can sometimes hear a soft snore from the couch and you just decide to put a blanket on top of himmm)

• On the contrary of Atsumu, I think he'll be a great cook! I think he'll know how to make 3-4 meals very VERY well and present them to you and be so proud of them. He'll puff out his chest and everything (gosh he's making me so proud just writing this)

• He might once in a while ask you politely if his friends can come over and might borrow the apartment for a while (you'll be out till they leave but hopefully you don't mind)

• If he comes home and he's in his emo mode, you either 1. Call Akaashi or 2. Make him soup and build a blanket fort (it will either be chicken noodle or just some comforting soup... anything to get this baby happy again 😊😊😊)

• This may or might catch you off guard (depending on how close y'all get) but he may ask for random hugs. Just for the sake of it and because I believe he's touch starved and craves physical affection.

• Even tho I said before that he might politely kick you out if he wants to have the home/apartment for the bois, at least PLEASE have some games of chaotic Jenga with them like COME ON (I play chaotic Jenga with my friends all the time and hoooo boi)

• Like Atsumu, he deserves the head pats too! I believe there will be a lot of physical touch/affection in your relationship and it's just so sweet! GAH Y'ALL ARE ADORABLE!

• Anyway, Bokuto Koturou would make a great roomate... MOVING ON

EDIT: Damn I forgot to add that he'll probably join in if you decide to paint your nails. Alright now let's continue!

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

• ngl idk how you became roomates with him but congrats 👌👌👌(I guess by pure chance I guess??? ) anyways...

• Y'all would have assigned cleaning chores of course. If you're having a bad day or not feeling good, he wouldn't mind doing your chores for you and taking care of you.

• Ya know I feel like just doing a puzzle with him so y'all might have some puzzle nights and try to challenge yourselfs after each one you complete.

• LOVES TEA. Will recommend tea and different types of tea to you. Will bring different types of authentic teas into ur apartment and y'all can rate teas together! 🍵🍵🍵

• Not that affectionate but will accept words of affirmation. Really does appreciate a 'thank you' and a genuine compliment once in a while.

• Will remind you to wear a mask outside ALWAYS, he doesn't want you to get sick what can I say?

• Even if it might not look like it, Sakusa does care about you. He will give you those gentle reminders to drink water and eat everyday, say lil' thank yous' here and there and genuinely respects as a person.

ANOTHER EDIT CAUSE I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF APPARENTLY: But ALL of them would in some way sing in the shower:

Atsumu and Bokuto just BELTING without any care or regret (especially bokuto, some of you've seen tiktoks)

And I feel like for Sakusa he would either silently hum or either have a mini conversation with himself (like a lil' podcast or somethin' 😂) ALRIGHT IM DONE IM DONE

Another author's note: This already seems romantic but I meant it in a platonic way. When I make both parts keep in mind the the relationship is platonic! (Don't worry I might make a part where they go from roomates to lovers if I can gather the brain power 😂)

ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE! :

https://profoundpidgeon.tumblr.com/post/642970351801958400/haikyuu-headcannons-of-the-evening

HEY LOOK! I MADE A PART 2! I hope y'all enjoy! 💖💕💖

[ranposlittle]

hello darling.Um can I request mori scenario where he found out that his girlfriend got hit by the car and she is currently unconscious.Make it fluffy fluffy in the end please 🥺🥺🥺

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Tags: Accident, Comfort

A/N: Aah my first request! Thank you so much for sending this in! I had so much fun writing Mori in this way that it's longer than I expected~ I fudged up the plot a little bcos my brain thought you asked for reader-chan in a car accident instead of getting hit. It's still kind of similar so I hope you'll still like this and it's fluffy enough! (;ŏ﹏ŏ) I also hope you like the little Mori I created on Pastel Friends haha! Feel free to send another ask if you would want~ 💕

Small gasps and low whispers echoed throughout the hospital hallways as a group of suit clad men stormed in. They stopped for nothing and no one dared to get in their way. Everybody is well aware of who these men are and what they do, they don’t need to state their business to anyone. People in wheelchairs would push themselves aside with all of their arm strength to give way to this stride, especially since the tall man in the middle looks horribly pissed.

It is rare for Mori to be sighted in any public places such as this hospital particularly wearing his “mafia boss” outfit but given the importance of the situation, he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t bother disguising as your friendly neighborhood physician and maybe sneak his way inside. He needed to see you as soon as he heard the report. Mori’s scowl deepened and his clenched fists tightened as he remembers the exact reason why he barged in here in the first place.

They stopped at the room at the end of the hall. His subordinates stood guard outside as Mori practically bust the door open and marched inside.

A doctor and a nurse was within the room and they both gasped at the intrusion. They were held back by one of his men to keep them from interrupting as Mori towered over your layed body.

He bit his lower lip as he swallowed back a whimper that formed on his throat when he saw you in your current state. Although, he’s thankful that your predicament wasn’t caused by the fact that you’re in a relationship with him nor for his notoriety, it doesn’t mean that his heart didn’t dropped on the floor at the mention of you getting into a bad accident.

“What happened?” He asked in almost a whisper, directed to the doctor.

“Are you a relative of the patient?” Mori’s head whipped to face the doctor, his stare is as sharp as his own scalpel and for a second, he was considering to take it out and end him for such an insolent question. However, Mori was never a man to let his emotions dictate his actions. With just a look, his subordinate pressed the mouth of his pistol against the doctor’s temple, eliciting a quivering cry before he gulped dryly and began to explain.

“I-It was an accident near the highway. The responders said that the car tipped over when it avoided a speeding truck on a curve and the car rolled down the wooded area beside the road,” Mori bit back another sob and gritted his teeth in an attempt to keep his composure.

“They’re unconscious right now because of a head trauma, possibly due to hitting the roof of the car when it rolled over. There’s a mild hematoma but we’re closely monitoring it until the blood clot is resorbed naturally. Although, it might take a while,” the doctor continued. Mori studied your face and saw the damage the incident left you with. Even though the cuts were properly stitched and your scrapes carefully bandaged, he can’t help but feel a pinch on his chest. As if the pain from your physical injuries bounced back to him and his heart took all the blows.

“There were also some broken bones on their arm and leg so we needed to cast it. The car landed rather harshly on their side so their limbs took a hard beating. A neck brace was also necessary for a minor dislocation of vertebrae,” as the doctor elaborated on the extent of your condition, Mori’s chest grew tighter and heavier. His heart sending pangs of pain throughout his whole being and it just keeps on going. He held your free hand tightly. Your skin felt so soft and gentle on his calloused ones that it sent another big wave of pain from his heart by the thought that he failed to protect you and he couldn’t have prevented this despite the immense power he possesses.

From the way that his eyes are burning right now, he knew that the waterworks are coming. He can’t help it and he’s honestly too hurt to even want to try and prevent it from happening. So with a wave of his hand, his subordinate was dismissed and left the room along with the doctor and nurse.

He took the seat right beside you and slumped. It felt good to finally let his shaking knees rest as it struggle to keep him from breaking down while in front of other people. He held your hand close to his face and looked at your beaten up image one more time. Mori maybe known for being ruthless and perhaps heartless, but he treats his people in a certain level of respect and the concept of loss was never a friend of his. So, it is a different level of frustration and sadness for him to think that he could’ve lost you, a person whom he holds in a much higher praise than any one in his world right now. You’re neither under him nor above him; you’re beside him on his throne.

Mori buried his face on your hand and laid his armor down. He let the tears flowed out of his eyes and onto your delicate hand as he feels deep inside, the human left in him.

You can hear a slow but steady beeping sound as you slowly opened your eyes, a bright light filling up your vision. You slowly started to feel your aching body, your heavy head and the weight on your hand. You slowly turned your strained neck to the side only to see a view you’re thankful you’re still living to witness. Mori sleeping is a sight you never get tired of watching. You never cease to appreciate how vulnerable he is in that state and how he let himself be exactly that when he’s with you. His head’s laying on his hands on top of yours. You wanted to caress his hair as you always do during the countless nights you’ve shared the bed together but quickly realized that your other hand is immovable due to the cast it’s enclosed in.

“Mori,” you called out softly. Your voice sounded so rasp and tired but to Mori, it sounded like an angel summoning him back to life. He woke up with a slight jump, his mouth agaped in a quiet surprise and his eyes wide.

He muttered your name with a slight disbelief and excitement on his voice. This made you smile despite the prickling pain of your facial injuries. You untangled your hand from his to reach up as high as you can and touched the side of his face. His facial hair has grown into a stubble and it tickled your palm a little. He once again put his hand atop of yours and pressed his cheek further onto your palm. Mori’s eyes were soft, restrained tears clouding its purple shade. His wide smile spilled warmth throughout your battered body and mind.

“How long was I out?” You inquired while rubbing your thumbs on his cheek.

“About three days. You surely took your time,” he chuckled lightly.

“Did I made you cry?” Your question took him slightly abacked. Mori may not be famous for it but you know well about his caring side. He shamelessly showcased how gentle and nurturing he can be with you and he knows that he didn’t even have to answer your question for you to know that he undoubtedly did.

“Am I going to get in trouble for that? Go ahead and punish me,” you jested. You wanted to lighten up the mood for the both of you as you can also feel your tears straining from your eyes. Mori’s laugh echoed through the room and made your heart flutter.

“Go on. I thought you’re into bondage, I’m practically immobile right now. This is your biggest opportunity. You can do whatever you want to do with me,” you went on and placed your hand behind your head in mock seduction. He blinked at you but a smirk suddenly crept up his lips.

“You know what? You’re right. I should take advantage of you,” he said standing up to take the tray filled with food from the side table. Mori spooned the soup and placed it near your mouth.

“Open up for the airplane,” now it was his turn to tease. You moved your head back and protested.

“What are you doing? I’m trying to be sexy here,” you giggled. He just follows your mouth with the spoon when you would move your head from side to side, trying to avoid his ministration.

“You said that I can do whatever I want with you. So, I’m taking care of you. That’s what I want to do,” Mori’s words made you froze. You stared at him wide-eyed and he just smiled at you, his eyes affirming what you’re already thinking.

You might’ve been together for quite awhile now but Mori’s sudden display of emotion and affection still hasn’t failed to shock you every time. You lowered your head in an effort to hide your blush even though you’re not even sure if it’ll show up with all the bruises on your face. You opened your mouth and took in the spoonful of soup. It wasn’t as warm as you hoped it would be but your disappointment quickly dissipated when Mori wrapped you in a loving embrace.

“What’s wrong?” You asked quite concerned for the man. You rubbed his back with your free hand to comfort him and also, to let him know that you appreciate the gesture.

“I just never thought I’d tell you how scared I am of actually losing you,” Mori’s deep voice vibrated through your ear and his words squeezed on your heart.

Everyone in Yokohama would quake in their boots when faced with this man. This man, who stops at nothing and would do even the most despicable acts just to attain his goals, is holding you softly in his arms. This man, who would carelessly manipulate the people around him and use them as pawns to his battles, cares so deeply for you that he doesn’t mind showing off his weakness as a human.

You clutched tightly on his back as the tears you desperately held back dropped on the side of your face when you smiled.

“You’re making me feel guilty for worrying you, huh?” You joked light-heartedly and Mori chuckled even if you can hear the hitch on his breath from all the sobs he pushed back down.

“Yes,” he playfully replied and moved back from the hug to cup your face.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled as another tear rolled out of your eyes. Mori wiped the wetness on your cheeks from the tears that streamed down and gave you another comforting smile.

“If you really are then, why don’t you make it up to me?” Mori leaned down and weaved his lips affectionately onto yours.

His lips fit yours perfectly and you felt like it has been forever since you’ve kissed him. You thought of how dreadful it must’ve been to not be able to be with him like this ever again if the accident was much worse than it was. You imagined how your soul will long for him and how you’ll patiently spend many lifetimes just to find him again. It wouldn’t matter if he’ll still be the monster that other people think he is or he’ll be the friendly doctor he often poses to be, you know your souls will recognize each other no matter what. He may be known for taking away lives but Mori’s the main reason why you still want to live right now and similarly, your life is the only one that matters to him.

[ravens-rambling]

The Demon and Angel (Pt 4)

A/N: Sorry this is late! Hope you guys like it tho! 

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

summary: It happened during one rainy day the two met. One half-demon who was hiding from the world, who just wanted to survive, and one kind human who lend him a hand. Despite their differences, they want to learn from each other and maybe fall in love in the process.

WC: 2,167

ships: Romantic Moxiety (not yet) 

warnings: Anxiety, Nervousness, Anxiety Attack, Mention of Abuse, Mentions of capture, mentions of torture, crying, Mention of Panic Attack, mention of scientists, 

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Virgil woke up slowly, the first thing he felt was that he was surrounded by a large fluffy blanket. Which was rather strange as his normal blanket wasn’t this heavy nor fluffy rather it was a ragged thing that smelled of…something not pleasant. And he still couldn’t figure out what that smell exactly was. His mind slowly came back to the present, only to realize that it was pounding. His eyes felt heavy as if there were cement poured into it. Maybe there was who knows really.

Slowly his eyes blinked as he looked around the blue and yellow filled room and came to. Wait… Room…

He was inside…

He wasn’t outside…

What was-

“I still don’t think this is a good idea, Pat…”

“Shush Lo I know you saw how scared he was. I mean he passed out Lo! And cause of us! The least we can do is make sure he’s okay.”

“I see your point but-”

Voices…

With a gasp and a flourish, he jumped up the fuzzy blanket falling off of him causing the entire room to spin but he tried his best to ignore that. The memories came flooding back to him like a wave. These humans are going to hurt him right? Wait… If they were they would have already done it right? He’s been passed out for..he doesn’t know how long but that gave them plenty of opportunities to hurt him. He wasn’t in pain he could tell that off the bat other than his headache of course. So why…?

A noise cut off his thoughts, a door being opened. Then a soft calculating voice, “Oh… You’re up. Good. I’ve brought you-”

“He’s up? Oh, thank god!” Virgil looked over nervously to be greeted with a wide-smiled Patton and a man that looked similar to him but more…serious that’s for sure. He reminded Virgil of those humans with the clipboards who would be in the corner as they watched his tests. Virgil hated those humans. They sat there and watched as those scientists poked and prodded him, hurt him, and they did nothing to help. That made him even more nervous as he gulped.

Though his foggy and pounding headache he smelt something good and his stomach growled loudly, so loudly it caused the two to look up. His cheeks dusted pink as he shifted more in the blanket. Would they punish him somehow for being hungry? After all, it’s not like they would be doing this out of the kindest of their hearts.

But instead, he heard a small giggle, “Are you hungry kiddo? We made you some soup!”

“Yes. You’ve properly fainted from malnutrition and dehydration, or your blood sugars low. Or possibly from where Patton found you all of the above. Cause I’m sure it wasn’t from the panic attack alone that caused that,” He glanced towards Patton who frowned and nodded.

“May we come in kiddo?”

His brain was slow to catch up with their words. Wait why would they ask him if they can come in? What were they talking about?

Not a word came from him but he raised his eyebrow and gave a confused look.

“All we want is to give you some soup is all. We won’t hurt you if that’s what your thinking.”

They seem to be intent on his answer, his silence not cutting it even though he was confused as hell right now. Nobody has asked him his permission for anything.

Finally, he shrugged, “I… I…g-guess so…”

Both of the men smiled, well one beamed at his words while the other gave a slight smile, and slowly walked in. They left the door open as Logan dove back a bit and walked in carrying a bowl of something steaming and bottle of water. Huh… So they weren’t lying about that.

Lo-he presumed was his name-sat down the soup and water on the nightstand beside him slowly and cautiously as if he was near some wild animal then took a few steps back and sat down on a chair by the desk. Patton had a soft smile as he walked in and sat on the bedside by his feet. Virgil instantly drew his feet away thinking Patton was going to touch him somehow. He wasn’t going to be that stupid and trust them off the bat like that.

There was a moment of silence as Virgil didn’t move and they didn’t say a word. Instead, Virgil kept his eyes glued to Patton’s hands while he could see at the corner of his eyes that Logan was keeping his gaze away while Patton had his on his legs. Why was there silence? Were they preparing for something?

“So, Virgil, I thought we would introduce ourselves since you met Lo under a rocky start, huh?”

Virgil simply shrugged, why would it matter?

His wing shuttered under the blankets and he bit his lip. Sure he knew that this Lo person had seen his wing, how couldn’t he have, but right now… He didn’t want questions towards his… Disfigurement. Instead, he hid his wing and tail, maybe Lo would just think it’ll be a trick of the light? He hoped his horns were hidden in his hair at least…

Though he didn’t want to keep his attention off of them the soup besides him kept drifting its smell over to him making his stomach grumble again. God when was the last time he ate? Days? Weeks? It felt like it. Maybe he could just grab a bit-

“-To meet you, Virgil. May I ask how you are strong enough to hop down a two-story building and how your nails were able to support you enough to slid down a brick wall without shattering? Or how-”

“Logan! Don’t ask those questions!”

“I am simply curious! In case you realize Patton those are not simple things a normal human can do! And he’s got a tail and wing for Christ sake! Hypothetically, for all, we know he could be some delirious person dressed as a demon or something.”

Virgils eyes went wide at that word. Demon… That's what he is though right? A demon? An evil spawn that shouldn’t exist? It all came crashing down. That's why they are doing this. Cause they want to study him right? Make money off what they could study off him cause he shouldn’t exist right? The food they give him properly is drugged up, isn’t it?

Tears were pouring down his cheeks before he realized that he wanted to cry. His breaths came in gasps as he felt like his chest was collapsing.

“I-I…” He felt the attention of both of their eyes on him now.

“I-I’m not…” A took a deep breath but it sounded like a dying animal.

“I’m not…a demon…”

Oh no… His loud voice… His body shook as he clasps a hand over his mouth. The wing flew out of the blanket so it could wrap around his frame as tight as it could before he could control it not to. His entire body quivered.

“I-I’m so-sorry… Pl-please don’t h-hurt me… I… I didn’t mean…”

“Virge hey Virge it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I told you we weren’t going to hurt you. You aren’t a demon your right. Aren’t I Logan?”

“Y-Yes. Affirmative you aren’t.” His voice sounded shaky like he was scared of him. Great now he’s gotten somebody scared of him.

“Hey, can you look at me, Virge?”

Slowly his eyes drew up towards Patton his blue eyes were warm and inviting… Calming…

“Can you take deep breaths for me kiddo? Remember earlier? Let’s follow that pattern again. Do you remember it?”

He shook his head.

“That’s fine don’t worry. 4-7-8 was it. Let’s start okay?”

As they did it a few times slowly Virgil could breathe again, and slowly his wing let go of his torso, and even slower did his body stop shaking. That was until he could finally breathe by himself again.

“I didn’t mean to cause you to panic. That was my mistake. Why don’t I leave you while you eat? Would that be okay?” Logan asked.

He nodded. That sounded perfect. He still didn’t trust this human.

Logan nodded and got up taking one more look at his wing and then to Patton as if he didn’t trust them alone in the same room then walked out and disappeared down the hallway.

Virgil swallowed, he hoped he won’t get in trouble later for that. Then he looked back to Patton who was now going through something on his…small rectangular box? It was a screen, almost like a computer, but much much smaller small enough so that Patton could hold in one hand, as he poked at it with his finger. He was also mumbling something to it?

Virgil just stared at him as he did so curious and intrigued. His stomach growled again and he thought this might be the best time as any to maybe take a few bites. He hoped they didn’t drug it up somehow.

Gradually he itched his way closer to the nightstand till he could very gently grab the bowl. When he brought it close to his chest he wanted to hum a bit as he felt the warmth coming off of it. He practically lapped up any warmth he could get as he hasn’t had any bit of it for weeks now.

He took the spoon and carefully brought it to his mouth. His eyes widened at the taste and a small gasp escaped from his lips. This was the best soup he’s ever had! It was still warm and tasteful compared to the soups he used to have. A wide beaming smile went upon his lips as he took another spoonful and entered it into his mouth.

But he froze when he heard a giggle.

Virgil whipped up to see Patton had stopped doing whatever it was and was giggling at him, “I’m glad you like it! Be sure not to eat it too fast alright?”

He nodded and continued eating some more though he found it rather awkward that Patton was now staring at him as he ate. Why was he staring at him for…?

He ate more slowly now keeping his head down thinking he did something wrong. Until finally Patton sighed and frowned a bit, “I am sorry about Logan by the way. He’s rather…overprotective when he wants to be. He doesn’t mean to be so rude. I hope you can forgive him?”

Why does he want his forgiveness?? Not like it will actually mean anything.

“Why…?”

“Oh well, he has a rather hard time with…” Patton's hands flapped in the air as he tried to speak the right word, “Emotions I guess you could say. But he really does mean well kiddo. Just like I know you do.”

Patton then smiled and leaned forward to lightly grasp his leg it took every fiber of Virgil’s being not to pull his leg back towards him. But he gulped down his food instead trying to focus on that and not on the fact that his leg felt like it was burning.

“I’ll leave you to eat now since I’m sure you want to be alone. I’m glad you awake though. Holler if you need anything. Would you like me to leave my phone?”

Phone? So that’s what it was he guessed as Patton raised up the thing that he was playing with earlier.

“I set it up so it will start watching Steven Universe! I know you will like that show. Only if you want to though.”

He said that last part quickly a nervous look in his eyes. Well… He didn’t know anything of what he was talking about but at least he won’t be bored right?

“O-Okay…?”

That caused Patton to once again beam from ear to ear as he came forward and placed the small black thing on his lap. There was a picture on the screen but Virgil wasn’t focused on that, rather of the fact that Patton was very close to him.

Sucking in a breath his entire body froze as Patton explained to him how to work it. But he couldn’t even hear what he was saying to him. His mind screamed at him to run or push him away.

Until finally he drew back and off the bed with a flourish, “Alright kiddo see you soon! Lo or I will be checking up on you in a bit just to make sure your okay. Again holler if you need anything alright? Do you want the door closed or open?”

Virgil’s mind was still reeling from before but he shakily was able to mumble out, “C-Closed..”

And with that Patton gave him a nod then a wave as he skipped out closing the door behind him, and just like that Virgil was left alone with his thoughts. And this…phone? Thankfully he had something to eat at least, that was something.

[eurynome827]

The Cold (Bothers Me A Lot, Actually)

This is technically the 4th part in the Honey & Salt series, behind The First and The To-Do List and the WIP part 3 which is about 75% complete.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,364

Summary: It’s fucking cold. Reader is a brat (like always). Sebastian really hates this fucking onesie.

Warnings: not-so-descriptive-smut, language

Author Note: I really like how this one came together, actually. Forgive me for jumping ahead and giving you this before the infamous kitchen table/living room/etc etc (hullo part 3) but it’s so damn cold and I couldn’t get this out of my head. I adore my summer lovers trying to battle the cold.

*This series is fiction - I do not know this man and this is an alternate universe RPF with no basis in fact.*

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"No hat, no gloves, no scarf...no brains."

"You're dressed like a toddler."

You stood in your plaid fleece onesie, cozy and warm, and answered Sebastian with an impressively loud tongue pop. He placed his freezing cold hands on your cheeks in response and you shrieked, "GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" Pulling him in by his coat collar, you slammed the door and shivered.

"How am I supposed to get into that thing?" Sebastian looked you up and down and you giggled in response.

"You're not getting in anything until you warm up. You try to touch me again with those hands and I'll cut you. C'mon," you led the way to your couch and he followed, taking off his coat and letting you wrap a sherpa blanket around his shoulders. "Get settled and I'll be right back." You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose and shivered again.

You returned with a tray holding two bowls of homemade tomato soup, a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, and a surprise.

"Try this!" You handed Sebastian a large steaming mug and watched as he took a sip. "I finally used the dumb crock pot and I made hot mulled wine!"

"Of course you did," he smiled at you over the top of the mug.

"You need fish swimming in your soup." You poured Goldfish into both bowls, trying to ignore his amused glances. "I don't know what else you're expecting from a woman in feetie pajamas."

Once you put the bag of Goldfish down on the table he grabbed your hands with his own, which were thankfully much warmer now, and pulled you into his lap. "I was expecting a kiss."

"Well, let's see if you've warmed up." You nudged his nose with yours and when it didn't provoke a shiver you teased, "you pass inspection, you may kiss me."

Slipping your arms around him under the warm blanket you smiled into his kiss, soft and sweet at first but then growing in passion, until you pulled back with a sigh.

"Okay, okay, lover boy, the food is getting cold." He smirked at you but let you go. You slipped off his lap to cuddle into his side on the couch and picked up the remote.

"Thanks for cooking, babe," Sebastian pulled back the hood of your onesie to kiss the top of your head.

"Anytime," you looked up and smiled, "time for Groundhog Day..... Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cooooold out there today!"

When there was no more food and drink, and the end credits were rolling, you stretched out your legs and lifted your feet from where they rested in Sebastian's lap, rolling your ankles in circles to get the blood moving again. You had been on your side while he had remained sitting up, absent-mindedly stroking your legs underneath the blanket you had long ago stolen from him. It was warm, and comfortable, and you were grateful once again for the road that had led you to this moment.

You were happy.

Rolling onto your back, you flipped the blanket off you and onto the back of the couch. "Guess I should clean this up."

Before you could push yourself up, Sebastian had moved to hover over you. "Later," he whispered against your lips before kissing you, licking your bottom lip so you would open up to him. You did, with a low whimper from the back of your throat. When his lips left yours to kiss back along your jaw to your ear and he tugged on your hood to make a path, you protested again.

"The stupid crock pot is still on."

"Leave it."

"I have to turn it off, I can't store the wine until it cools down."

He started kissing down your neck and you angled your head back and arched up against him. "Forget about it," his voice that dark mixture of amused and annoyed that you so often pulled out of him. One of his hands found the zipper to your onesie and the other pulled on your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist.

He had you now.

When the zipper only reached your midsection and your position didn't allow his hands to get very far, he pulled away from you with a growl. "This fucking thing!" You giggled as Sebastian pulled you up to straddle his lap and you tried to pull your arms out of the sleeves as he held the cuffs down. With your arms finally free you pushed your hands into his hair after his hands dragged up the tank top you wore underneath, tossing it over his head behind the couch. Rocking your hips into his you moaned as his hands traveled down your bare back and he took one nipple into his warm mouth. When he moved to the other breast, however, the cold air hit your wet skin and you whined and huddled into his chest.

"Bed, please, I need my blankets!"

Sebastian rolled his head against the back of the couch and huffed, "FINE."

"Big baby," you smirked at him, climbing off and standing in front of him, but your smile was chased away when he grabbed the fabric of the onesie clinging to your waist and yanked it down to your feet. Standing only in your underwear you shrieked and took off to the bedroom, diving under your pile of blankets.

"I'm throwing this thing in the garbage!" Sebastian called from the living room.

"DON'T YOU DARE! I'll make you buy me ten more. I'll wear them every day. When we celebrate our anniversary next summer I'll make you sit in arctic temperature air conditioning while I wear a onesie. I'll...." You trailed off as Sebastian appeared in your doorway, completely naked.

He let you stare for a moment, then smirked at you with, "so this is how I get you to shut up."

You pulled off your underwear and threw them at him.

"Get in here and warm me up."

You lifted the blankets to allow him to crawl into the bed. As he was about to kiss you, you interrupted. "I feel a draft, on that side," you pointed, "make sure the blanket is tucked all the way in."

"Woman, you are infuriating."

"You love me."

"By the way, I turned off the crock pot."

"......I love you."

You surrendered to his hands, his lips, to the gentle scratch of his beard on your skin and his delicious noises as he made you sweat for the first time on this cold day. When he flipped over so you were on top, leaning down skin to skin and breathing hard, he pulled the blanket up over your shoulders and whispered, "I love you so much, I'll never get enough of you."

Sitting up straight and taking his hands in yours, you let the blanket fall off as you circled your hips over his, the feeling of him deep inside you setting you on fire.

"I'm sorry I'm such a brat all the time."

"You know I love it."

He brought one hand to where you were joined, still holding yours with the other. You sensed he was close. "Come apart for me, baby."

You'd gotten him so wound up he couldn't wait for you. But one brush of his thumb on your clit and you were right there with him.

You fell beside him, both breathless and coming down from your highs. Just before the cool air became uncomfortable on your skin Sebastian pulled the blanket up over you and you turned into him, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"Are you warm enough? Do you need another blanket?" His voice was low, it rumbled under your hand on his chest.

You were content.

"I'm perfect, babe." You smiled against his skin, running your lips up to where his beard began and then softly singing, "I've got my love to keep me warm."

"My heart's on fire, the flame grows higher

So I will weather the storm!

What do I care how much it may storm?

Oh, I've got my love to keep me warm"

Irving Berlin

[rowdywarrior85]

STRANGER THINGS PRESENTS: 8/11, PART 1

[DISCLAIMER: This story in purely fan-fiction, meaning I own no rights to the show STRANGER THINGS, its episodes or characters. Basically, this story is my interpretation of the show, its episodes or characters. Forewarning, there will be descriptions of violence (sometimes graphic), adult content and language; if you have kids under 17 reading this story, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Either way, hope you enjoy it.]

(We open to black.)

KALI (voice-over): Your mother sent you here for a reason, remember? We belong together. There’s nothing for you back there. They cannot save you, Jane.

EL (voice-over): No. But I can save them.

KALI (voice-over): Jane. JANE!!

(Smash open to a sunset looking over the city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The theme song to LAVERNE & SHIRLEY starts up in the background. Snaps of beer breweries, cheese products and of course Packers fans. Camera then pans over an abandoned brewery, in one room Funshine tortures Axel over a game of chess with an episode of LAVERNE & SHIRLEY playing on the TV.)

FUNSHINE: Something on yo mind, brutha? Check.

(Funshine moves a bishop 2 steps forward.)

AXEL: Oh, I got alot on my mind, Funny. Mickie and Dottie are out getting grub, you’re kicking my ass in a child’s game, and our fearless leader is currently moping in her “penthouse” since “Shirley” fucking bailed on us.

FUNSHINE: Aight, A) Chess is a strategic game for all minds and all ages. And B) Jane obviously had her reasons, despite Kali’s feelings about it.

AXEL: Yeah, well, this strategic game is whuppin’ my goddamn aging brain.

(Funshine chuckles at Axel’s predicament, then looks up to the supervisor’s office up top. Inside, Kali is seen moping over a Polaroid picture she’s holding in her hand. The Polaroid consists of her and El/Jane smiling in the van, El/Jane with a warm smile and her arm draped around Kali and her lustful lip-lick. She turns to the radio with CALL ME by Blondie, then turns the dial to static. She then proceeds to close her eyes, holding the polaroid in her hand, concentrating on El/Jane. Camera cuts to a black space, the Void, she walks around until she hears gunshots and commotion coming from her right. As she closes in, she discovers it to be El/Jane watching an episode of MIAMI VICE with Mike. She then proceeds to observe them holding hands, kneeling close to El/Jane, looking to her with envy.)

KALI: (deep sigh) Lucky.

(Outside, the gang van pulls in. Funshine and Axel hear it outside.)

FUNSHINE: Soup’s on.

(Axel gets up to address the van.)

AXEL: You’re late, girls! Fuckin’ starving here!

(Inside the van, Mickie gives a vacant expression on her face.)

HELL-O!!!

FUNSHINE: Bad news, brutha. CHECKMATE, MUTHAFUCKA!!!

(Suddenly, a gunshot goes off, going through Mickie’s head, splattering her brain matter and blood across the inside of the windshield. A scream from Dottie is heard inside the van.)

FUNSHINE: Oh my God!

AXEL: HOLY SHIT!!

(Kali snaps out of her Void visit, puts the polaroid in her inner jacket pocket and bolts to the window. A thick, aged Russian voice barks from inside the van.)

RUSSIAN VOICE: My sincere apologies for intruding on your dinner plans, cossacks!

(A 60 year old, silver-haired and bearded, stocky Russian agent in a black suit strolls around from the back of the van. He has Dottie in tow as a human shield, with a standard issue Marakov handgun in his right hand pointed to her right temple, and his left hand tight on her left shoulder. Axel pulls out his .45 and points it at the uninvited guest, but Funshine motions him to be cool.)

I am simply here one reason. Your leader, a Hindu girl.

(Axel and Funshine look to each other. Suddenly, the intercom is activated from Kali’s suite.)

KALI: (over intercom) Who’s asking? And for the record, I’m British.

RUSSIAN AGENT: Oh, my apologies, devushka, I am Special Agent Ivan Perdovski, enforcer of Science Division of KGB. We’ve been looking for you for some time now. Rumors of people seeing things that are not there...

(As Ivan talks, a platoon of Russian soldiers along with Spetnaz commandos around the brewery.)

…a tunnel caving in at Pittsburgh,…

(Kali recalls doing that.)

…a former hospital orderly seeing old ghosts,…

(Kali recalls that, too.)

…and of course, a steel wall appearing in front of cops at abandoned factory in Chicago. Coincidence? I think not.

IVAN: Listen to me, comrades. We just want girl, give her to us, and we consider you all loose ends. But if I see something out of ordinary, you all die today.

AXEL: (laughing) “We”? I think you might be up in your age, “comrade”. Cuz the way I see it, it’s all of us and ONE… OF… YOU!!

(Ivan laughs at the gang.)

IVAN: (Russian) TAKE NO PRISONERS, I WANT THE GIRLS ALIVE AND UNHARMED!!!

(Soldiers and Spetnaz burst through the doors and windows. Axel and Funshine are shocked by the intrusion, as a hidden blade jets out of his left jacket sleeve and slits Dottie’s throat. Funshine is shocked even further, whilst Axel screams in agony.)

AXEL: DOTTIE, NO!!!!

(Blood pours from Dottie’s opened neck wound as she falls to the floor with hand to her neck, and ceases to move.)

YOU COMMIE FUCKERS!!!

(Axel fires his gun wildly, Ivan draws fire as he goes for cover.)

Get Kali and get the fuck outta here!!

(Funshine signals to Kali that need to roll out. A Spetnaz commando heads up to the upper level after Kali with Funshine following behind. The commando heads up to the Kali’s room, when he unexpectedly runs into a wall, the commando is perplexed and proceeds to turn around, only to be met by another wall. The walls begins to close in on the commando, he screams in Russian with floods of panic, only to be met by the force of Funshine’s right cross. The commando falls like a sack of potatoes, the walls simply disappear; Kali peers around the corner, wiping the blood off from her nose, smiling to Funshine as he squats next to the unconscious commando.)

KALI: Grab his weapons, Funshine. We’re clearly not safe here.

FUNSHINE: You don’t gotta ask me twice, K.

(Funshine grabs the commando’s AK/Grenade Launcher combo, a claymore mine and ammo. The two make their way to the exit, but are stopped by Ivan’s voice.)

IVAN: YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE YOUR REMAINING COMRADES BEHIND, WOULD YOU, DEVUSHKA!?!

(Kali motions to Funshine to stay by the exit while she peers over the door to the main loading dock. To her horror, she sees Axel on his knees with Ivan’s pistol pointed to his head, with the Red Army pointing their guns at her perspective door.)

IVAN: Drop your weapons and surrender the girl to me, calmly.

AXEL: (looks sharply to the door) FORGET ABOUT ME, KALI. YOU JUST GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! SAVE YOURSELF!!

IVAN: You have ten seconds to make up your mind, surrender yourself, and your friends will be spared.

(As Ivan counts down from 10, Kali looks to Funshine, who nods at her not to do it. By 7,Kali motions to Funshine to shut up while she uses her powers on the Red Army. By 5, she looks over, raises her hand up in her signature gesture.)

…4 …3 …2

AXEL: WE’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, KALI!!!

(With that, Ivan puts one between Axel’s eyes, Axel falls to his side lifeless, the Red Army opens fire as Kali pulls back and ducks.)

IVAN: (Russian) HOLD YOUR FIRE!!!

(Soldiers cease fire.)

I WANT THE GIRL ALIVE!!

(Kali sits by the door in disbelief, all but Funshine are killed as she holds back her sadness. Funshine grabs ahold of her.)

FUNSHINE: (whispering) There’s another exit out there, we can make it.

(They both look at each other in affirmation. As Ivan and his troops wait, a cloud of smoke jets out of the door. The soldiers ready their weapons.)

IVAN: (Russian) Wait!!

(The cloud envelops from the door to the exit left of the door. As Ivan looks in fascination, we see Kali using her abilities to generate an illusion of said cloud to cover herself and Funshine. Camera pans over to Ivan and his troops who see nothing but the cloud. As the cloud inches toward the exit, a timid soldier shoots at the exit causing her to stop yet she keeps the illusion. Ivan shoots and kills that soldier in frustration, Kali and Funshine continue to the exit, at the same time she looks on to her comrades. When they make it to the exit, Ivan looks her cloud with a light smile.)

IVAN: (chuckles, English) You can’t win, devushka. There’s nowhere you can’t go where we won’t find you.

(Kali then motions to Funshine to see a nearby forklift. Funshine takes note and shoots the propane tank on that forklift, detonating it to provide a distraction long enough for the two misfits to escape. While the soldiers recover from the disorientation of the explosion, Kali and Funshine make for a black Ford cruiser sandwiched between two army supply trucks. They both get in, Funshine hotwires the car to start, and both get the Hell outta Dodge. Ivan and the troops run outside to their vehicles.)

IVAN: (Russian) They made off with my car, we can track it! Kill the assailant, but I WANT THE GIRL ALIVE!!!

(Ivan gets into the passenger side of an army truck while the other one goes ahead. Kali and Funshine race through the city with the Russians in pursuit. A Milwaukee cops notices the Ford speeding by.)

COP: (grabbing the radio communicator) All units, all units. We got a black Ford cruiser blasting through downtown. Request backup, over.

COP #2: (over radio) 10-4. Backup arriving imminently, over.

(Five more squad cars join the pursuit.)

IVAN: (Russian) Local police. Let them pass. Trust me.

KALI: There’s a junction up ahead.

FUNSHINE: Gotcha.

(The Ford blasts through the junction with Russians and sirens in hot pursuit. Kali closes her eyes and raises her hand. The cops approach the junction, when suddenly, …)

KALI: Boom.

(…the middle of the junction starts caving in. Cops hit their brakes in a panic.)

IVAN: (Russian) All stop now!!

(The cops braking in the middle of the junction results in a horrific car accident from all directions. Ivan looks on in astonishment.)

She’s good, real good.

KALI: There’s a bus station three blocks from here, park one block before there.

(Funshine looks down and sees a node with a blinking red light, indicating a tracking beacon. He looks up modestly to the road with concern, then looks to Kali.)

FUNSHINE: Gotcha.

SPETNAZ DRIVER: (Russian) Tracker is still working. Target is making for the local bus station.

IVAN: (Russian) Good.

(Funshine parks the car one block away from the bus station.)

KALI: Right, let’s roll.

(Kali steps out of the car, then looks back at Funshine, who sits solemnly in the driver’s seat.)

Fun, what’s wrong?

FUNSHINE: Houston, we got a problem.

(Funshine points to the tracking beacon to Kali.)

KALI: Shit.

FUNSHINE: Yup.

KALI: Then, we need to go now. Ditch the car.

FUNSHINE: No, Kali. YOU need to go.

KALI: No. (sniffles) You’re not doing this to me.

FUNSHINE: They’ll find us wherever we go.

KALI: (voice breaking, tearfully) If you stay, they’ll kill you too. Then I’ll have nobody.

FUNSHINE: Bull. Shit.

(Points to her jacket, specifically where the polaroid of her and El/Jane)

KALI: Fun, I can’t face her after she…

FUNSHINE: She’s the only family you got. You don’t have to face her now, but when the time comes, you’ll have to. You two are gonna need each other, sooner or later. But for now, you need to get on out now. Take this,…

(He hands her a $100.)

…get on the first available bus. Go, and don’t ever look back. We’ll be with you always,…

(He then points to her heart.)

…right here.

(Kali shares a final tearful hug with his gentle, giant, muscle bound friend.)

Now, go on kid. Go, now!!

(As Kali makes a break for the bus station, Funshine takes the claymore, ties the tripwire around the handle on the door, and faces the claymore toward the door. Funshine then sees the Russian convoy surrounding him. Ivan motions one of his Spetnaz commandos to the car. Commando knocks on the window, Funshine acknowledges him. Commando then motions him to open his window, Funshine smiles and decides acknowledges him.)

FUNSHINE: Evening, officer. Is, uh, there a problem?

COMMANDO: Where is girl?

FUNSHINE: You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, sir. What girl?

COMMANDO: No bullshit. Where is special girl?

FUNSHINE: You know what, I’m afraid you just missed her. She showed me quite a time, if you boys got here sooner, she could spread some love for y’all red-necks. Know what I’m sayin?

(Commando growls at Funshine, then turns to Ivan. Ivan nods up to the commando, commando turns back to Funshine.)

COMMANDO: Step out of car, comrade.

FUNSHINE: Tell you what. Why don’t you be a pal and, uh… open the door for me. Think you can do that, “comrade”?

(Funshine then chuckles and takes his middle finger shows it to Ivan. Ivan looks at him sternly, but as the commando opens the door, he eyes widen.)

IVAN: NYET!!!

(But it was already too late, the commando swung open the door, triggering the claymore. The commando looks down in disbelief.)

COMMANDO: (Russian) Fuck me.

(BOOM!! The claymore takes Funshine, the commando and most of the troops. Ivan is blown back, but survived with a slight burn on the left side of his face, most of his hair gone. Camera cuts to the road floor, where an plastic orange bear mask is seen half burnt. The explosion was heard clear across to the city limits where a bus is leaving Milwaukee. All the patrons saw the explosion, including Kali who sits in the very back, she sits back down in tears, knowing the last of her crew is gone. Camera cuts to the front to front of the bus, then pans upwards to show the destination of the bus, “California”.)

BUS DRIVER: (over intercom) Alright, everybody. We’re all safe and sound now. Next stop, Sunny California.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[thetruthseekerway]

No God, No Value

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No God, No Value

By Hamza Andreas Tzortzis

What gives us more value, atheism or Islamic theism?

We all strongly feel and believe that human life has ultimate value. However, can we intellectually justify this non-negotiable feeling and belief we have? Islamic theism has the intellectual tools to justify the truth of our ultimate value. Conversely, atheism seems to face tremendous philosophical problems. In short, under atheism, we cannot rationally justify the very thing that defines our humanity. What follows is a brief philosophical account of why our sense of ultimate value makes sense under God, and why it does not under atheism. The conclusion is simple: no God, no value; know God, know value.

Like atheism, philosophical naturalism, denies the Divine and the supernatural. Therefore, it is not surprising that most atheists adopt philosophical naturalism as a worldview. Philosophical naturalism is the view that all phenomena within the universe can be explained via physical processes. These physical processes are blind and non-rational. Philosophical naturalists reject all supernatural claims and some argue that if there is anything ‘outside’ the universe it does not interfere with it. Atheists, according to Professor Richard Dawkins, are philosophical naturalists. For Dawkins an atheist “believes there is nothing beyond the natural, physical world”.[1] However, some atheist academics are not naturalists. Although these atheists deny the Divine, they affirm the existence of non-physical phenomena. For the theist, this type of atheism is—generally speaking—easier to intellectually engage with because they do not dismiss non-physical phenomena. In this respect, there is some common ground with theism. It is important to note that most atheists that assert evidence against God’s existence—or argue that there is an absence of strong evidence for the Divine—adopt philosophical naturalism, implicitly or explicitly.

What is the difference between a human and a snowman? This is a serious question. According to many atheists who adopt a naturalistic worldview, everything that exists is essentially a rearrangement of matter, or at least based on blind, non-conscious physical processes and causes.

If this is true, then does it really matter?

If I were to pick up a hammer and smash a snowman and then I did the same to myself, according to naturalism there would be no real difference. The lumps of snow and the pieces of my skull would just be rearrangements of the same stuff: cold, lifeless matter.

The typical response to this argument includes the following statements: “we have feelings”, “we are alive”, “we feel pain”, “we have an identity” and “we’re human!” According to naturalism, these responses are still just rearrangements of matter, or to be more precise, just neuro-chemical happenings in one’s brain. In reality, everything we feel, say or do can be reduced to the basic constituents of matter, or at least some type of physical process. Therefore, this sentimentalism is unjustified if one is an atheist, because everything, including feelings, emotions or even the sense of value, is just based on matter and cold physical processes and causes.

Coming back to our original question: what is the difference between a human being and a snowman? The answer according to the atheist perspective is that there is no real difference. Any difference is just an illusion—there is no ultimate value. If everything is based on matter and prior physical causes and processes, then nothing has real value. Unless, of course, one argues that what matters is matter itself. Even if that were true, how could we appreciate the difference between one arrangement of matter and another? Could one argue that the more complex something is, the more value it has? However, why would that be of any value? Remember, nothing has been purposefully designed or created, according to atheism. It is all based on cold, random and non-conscious physical processes and causes.

The good news is that the atheists who adopt this perspective do not follow through with the rational implications of their beliefs. If they did, it would be depressing. The reason that they attribute ultimate value to our existence is because their innate dispositions, which have been created by God, have an affinity to recognize God and the truth of our existence.

From an Islamic point of view, God has placed an innate disposition within us to acknowledge our worth, and to recognize fundamental moral and ethical truths. This disposition is called the fitrah in Islamic thought. Another reason we can claim ultimate value is because God created us with a profound purpose, and preferred us to most of His creation. We have value because the One who created us has given us value.

“Now, indeed, We have conferred dignity on the children of Adam… and favoured them far above most of Our creation.” (Al-Isra’ 17:70)

“Our Lord! You have not created all this without purpose.” (Aal `Imran 3:191)

Islam values the good and those who accept the truth. It contrasts those who obey God and thereby do good, and those who are defiantly disobedient, and thereby do evil:

“Then is one who was a believer like one who was defiantly disobedient? They are not equal.” (As-Sajdah 32:18)

Since naturalism rejects the hereafter and any form of Divine justice, it rewards the criminal and the peacemaker with the same end: death. We all meet the same fate. So what ultimate value does the life of Hitler or the life of Martin Luther King Jr. really have? If their ends are the same, then what real value does atheism give us? Not much at all.

However, in Islam, the ultimate end of those who worship God and are compassionate, honest, just, kind and forgiving is contrasted with the end of those who persist with their evil. The abode of the good is eternal bliss and the abode of the evil is Divine alienation. This alienation is a consequence of consciously denying God’s mercy and guidance, which inevitably results in spiritual anguish and torment. Clearly, Islam gives us ultimate value. However, under atheism, value cannot be rationally justified except as an illusion in our heads.

Despite the force of this argument, some atheists still object. One of their objections involves the following question: Why does God give us ultimate value? The answer is simple. God created and transcends the universe, and He has unlimited knowledge and wisdom. His names include The All-Knowing and The All-Wise. Therefore, what He values is universal and objective. Another way of looking at it is by understanding that God is the maximally perfect Being, which means He is free from any deficiency and flaw. Therefore, it follows that what He values will be objective and ultimate, because this objectivity is a feature of His perfection.

Another objection argues that even if we were to accept that God gives us ultimate value, it will still be subjective, as it will be subject to His perspective. This contention is premised on a misunderstanding of what subjectivity means. It applies to an individual’s limited mind and/or feelings. However, God’s perspective is based on an unlimited knowledge and wisdom. He knows everything; we do not. The classical scholar Ibn Kathir states that God has the totality of wisdom and knowledge; we have its particulars. In other words: God has the picture, we just have a pixel.

Seyyed Hossein Nasr, Professor of Islamic studies at George Washington University, provides an apt summary of the concept of human rights and dignity—which ultimately refer to value—in the absence of God:

“Before speaking of human responsibilities or rights, one must answer the basic religious and philosophical question, ‘What does it mean to be human?’ In today’s world everyone speaks of human rights and the sacred character of human life, and many secularists even claim that they are true champions of human rights as against those who accept various religious worldviews. But strangely enough, often those same champions of humanity believe that human beings are nothing more than evolved apes, who in turn evolved from lower life forms and ultimately from various compounds of molecules. If the human being is nothing but the result of ‘blind forces’ acting upon the original cosmic soup of molecules, then is not the very statement of the sacredness of human life intellectually meaningless and nothing but a hollow sentimental expression? Is not human dignity nothing more than a conveniently contrived notion without basis in reality? And if we are nothing but highly organized inanimate particles, what is the basis for claims to ‘human rights’? These basic questions know no geographic boundaries and are asked by thinking people everywhere.”[2]

  FOOTNOTES:

[1] Dawkins, R. (2006). The God Delusion. London: Bantam Press, p. 14.

[2] Nasr, S. H. (2004). The Heart of Islam: Enduring Values for Humanity. New York: HarperSanFrancisco, p. 275.

  ——–

Taken and adapted from the author’s book “The Divine Reality: God, Islam & The Mirage of Atheism“.

[cassiefanfic]

Stay With Me Part Two: Found

Part: 2 of 4

Fandom: Marvel/ Avengers

Character/Ship: Loki x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Mr. and Mrs. Bradley (Original Characters), Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Pregnancy, mentions of violence

Writer: Cassie

Words: 3954

Requested by: Anon on @thefandomimagine

Summary: After a couple of months of being in New York and living with the Bradleys, coming to terms with being powerless and a single mother-to-be, Y/N is slowly learning to adapt to Midgardian life. While working one day, Steve Rogers comes to her checkout counter, with his pearly white smile and a whole new world for Y/N to learn.

[Based off of:] http://thefandomimagine.tumblr.com/post/99044716364/submitted-by-anonymous

Author’s Note: This takes place a month after the Battle of New York.

This was beta’ed by @kittenofdoomage who is amazing and I adore her so much. Go check her out!!!

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Y/N’s POV

I was not Y/N of Asgard anymore. I was Y/N Bradley of New York State. After two months, we got me new clothes, a doctor to help with my child and a job at a library in New York City. As well as a thing called a car and a piece of plastic called a drivers license. It was a different culture completely. So primitive, so loud, so bright and flashy. I adapted to their technology, getting an iPhone 5 and a laptop, both by a company called Apple.

I learned much of their culture, reading their books, wearing their clothes, watching the moving pictures they called movies or television. Because of my job, I had access to much of their history, a lot about the great battles fought, destruction brought among people mindlessly fighting over similar causes. I learned of the losses and that which we have gained. It was all so… primitive yet fascinating.

Another day I awoke, got dressed in the handmade clothes Mrs. Bradley made for me and went down for breakfast. At my spot was a bowl of blueberry banana oatmeal and a glass of milk. Strange enough, the oatmeal was one of the few things the baby enjoyed and didn’t make me throw back up.

“How do grilled cheese and tomato soup sound Y/N?” Mr. Bradley asked as he tore up his toast into easier bites.

“That would be lovely for lunch! That jelly substance as well please?”

“Jello? I’m glad you like that.” Mrs. Bradley replied gleefully. “I’ll drop it off around 11:30 okay?”

“Yes. But not downtown. We finally have the old location open again.” I reminded before taking another bite of oatmeal.

About a month ago, my fellow librarians and patrons found ourselves trapped inside the library as someone and an army of Chitauri destroyed New York City. After a couple of hours, we were finally rescued by two men, who were called Iron Man and Captain America. I told little to the emergency responders, allowing them to give me an emergency ultrasound to check on my baby, immediately taking the opportunity to see the life growing in me on a tiny black and white screen.

It was small, while I was still only a couple months along. This must’ve been the happiest I was. Having that little grape-sized image in front of me completed me, settled my fear. I couldn’t think about Loki or the Chitauri attack. I could only think of the baby.

I finished eating before getting my bag and hurrying out to my car, giving quick hugs on my way out. Settling in and buckling up, the radio gave me more insight into the New York City recovery, construction, hospitalized patients being let out after their care was completed. I quickly interrupted the monotone voices with the Top 20 popular songs that these Midguardians seemed to enjoy. That’s one thing I never seemed to quite grasp. The music of this planet. Each song on Asgard had its specific purpose, but here, they all had hidden meanings. They were about love but about being alone. They were about anger but also about lust. It was a concept that confused me every day. But it was one out of the three stations I could get on the car radio, so I made do.

The grape had grown to the size of a lime, and the lime kept making me puke and take naps in the back of the check out counter. I somehow distracted myself with the small plastic bag of saltine crackers I hid in my large sweater pocket, the absurdly large water bottle with the label Nalgene I had decorated with a few little things called stickers by my side and the book I kept close, reading it whenever I wasn’t checking out books to various patrons. It was called The Great Gatsby, and it was one of the simpler books I had read from this realm. I was slowly making my way through the whole library through not only Mr. and Mrs. Bradley’s recommendations but from the other librarians, learning the proper phrasing of words on Earth, along with learning the social behaviors of the past and present.

As I read, the world around me escaped, and I focused intensely on the glitz and glamor of the 1920s. I remembered watching a documentary on the 1920s, so I could somewhat visualize it, which was taking up at least half my brain where the words weren't flowing.

"That's a good book." A voice spoke, pulling me from my trance and my focus to the gentleman standing at the counter with four books in his hand. His kind smile radiated with his bright blue eyes. His hair was like honey, glistening in the light from the window. After I stood to help him, I noticed how tall he was as well.

"Excuse me?"

"That book. It's a really good book, didn't care for the films though." He repeated, a soft smile across his face as I bookmarked my page and set the book aside.

"I just started it today. It's going by quite fast," I responded, smiling lightly as he handed me his library card and the small stack of books. I scanned the card and began to check out books for him as he nodded.

"I must've read it 20 times. When you're done with that you should read the Wizard of Oz or maybe ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’." I nodded quickly, pulling out my small notebook and opening it to the book section, where there were many recommendations scribbled down.

"I already read Wizard of Oz but that other one I'll get to next," I whispered as I scribbled it down.

"Looks like you have quite a few people who want you to read things."

"Yeah. Yeah, I am just catching up. It's been a while since I've been able to sit down and read."

He smiled and touched his book stack. "Yeah, I'm in that same spot. Maybe we'll have to swap recommendations. Like over coffee or something?"

I know this line, or a line similar to this. He was courting me, or as the Midguardians called it, asking me out.

"You barely know me. You don't know my name-"

"Y/N. I've seen you around here and you uh- you have a name tag. Look, I don’t mean any harm. You seem like a nice girl."

"Well then..." I looked at the screen, reading his name before looking up at him, "Steve Rogers. When were you planning this coffee-or-something date?"

"Well, my friend knows this great restaurant a block or two down. Maybe we can go there tonight, or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow would be nice. What time?" I questioned, pulling out a small piece of paper.

"How about 7? Where should I pick you up?"

"I live about 40 minutes out of Manhattan, near New Rochelle. So maybe I should meet you here-"

"It would be a pleasure to come to pick you up. I don't mind at all." He affirmed. I smiled lightly and look down.

"It's just- I live with my parents-"

"And it would be an honor to meet them. Give me your address and I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7. Alright?" He reassured, leaning forward on the counter a bit.

I blushed and quickly wrote down the farm address on a piece of paper for him, along with my phone number and my name. Handing him his receipt and the books, along with the paper, I smiled lightly and questioned, "What kind of this restaurant is this exactly?"

"Fancy-ish. Just wear a dress and bring that beautiful smile okay?" He answered, putting his books in his reusable bag and pocketing the pieces of paper in his jacket pocket. "I'll see you tomorrow night." He smiled lightly and walked out, leaving me with a smile of joy across my face.

The next day, Janice convinced my boss to let me off work three hours early as she covered my shift, joy radiating to her bones that I was finally getting my head out of the books and finding my true ways around New York.

“How long until you will tell him?” She inquired as we checked in books, making sure they weren’t damaged before putting them on the reshelving cart.

“I don’t know. I’m just beginning to show a bit but I don’t know. When should I tell him?”

“After a couple of dates. You don’t want to overwhelm him. If you feel like you can trust him, go ahead. It’s up to you.” She explained, grabbing the last book from my hand with a smile. “Now you go ahead and get ready for tonight. I don’t want you to get caught up in rush hour traffic honey.” She hugged me tightly before handing me my bag, water bottle and a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird before sending me on my way to the parking garage.

I was so excited, my hands trembling in joy as I drove home, and for the first time, I found myself singing along to the music on the radio, not minding if I was off key. After I made my way into the farmhouse, I took a nice hot shower, making sure to use the nicest smelling soap I had, and that my hair was extra clean. Before I even had the chance to grab the yellow dress I had been thinking of all day, Mrs. Bradley came into my room and gave me a light blue wrap dress.

“This is amazing. Did you-”

“I got to work on it the second you finished dinner yesterday. I already had a pattern I was going to use and you made it easy when I was wondering which color to make it. Light blue, like the sky, just like his eyes are supposed to be.” She laid it on the bed before helping me get my necklace on. The necklace I still wore to remind me of Loki, that I am bearing his child, and that I will never see him again.

I smiled sadly and dried my hair before getting into the dress. After brushing my hair and putting on some light makeup, I got on some ballet flats and got a small clutch, making sure my medication for the evening, my phone, and I.D. were inside as a heavy knock sounded from downstairs. I gasped and hurried down,

“You look cold, here,” Steve said as he took off his jacket. It took me a second to realize that in my excitement earlier, I forgot to grab a coat. Steve carefully helped me slip my arms in, wrapping it close to my trembling body with a soft smile. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Steve. Thank you.” I whispered as I held the edges. After dinner, he had offered to walk with me to the ice cream shop for dessert, which I immediately agreed to. I hadn’t ever seen New York at night like this. The only time I did was after the library was destroyed and I was waiting with emergency services until the Bradley’s came to get me.

Steve smiled kindly and nodded, leading me down the sidewalk. I was so caught up in the lights that I didn’t mind his arm around my waist, making sure I was alright. After three blocks I looked over at him and smiled.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” He asked, his face showing his amusement with his wide smile and focused eyes.

“I haven’t been out this late since-” I gulped and looked down. “Since the attack. This is my second time out this late.” My hand shook as I grabbed a bench and sat down. Steve joined me and smiled softly as he listened. “It was about 20 of us trapped in the library. We didn’t want to go outside because we were afraid of what would happen if we did. These two men, everyone called them Iron Man and Captain America, they saved us. They were part of the people called the Avengers. They stopped the attack…. And got us out of there.” I looked up at Steve. “The recovery team took care of me until my parents came and got me. I had to get a new car… mine was destroyed in the attack. I just… I wish I could’ve thanked them.” I looked back down before saying, “I’m not hungry for ice cream anymore.”

Steve nodded. “Okay. Let’s go to the car and I can drive you home.” He got up and held out his hand, which I gently took as I stood. I kept his hand in mine as we walked to the parking garage where he parked. As we got to the car and Steve dug through his pockets for the keys, we heard a click, one that I only heard in films. Steve and I turned around to find three guns pointed at us, two at him, one at me. I’ve seen this in movies, like in Superman from 1978 or in that movie Clueless. I immediately clutched Steve’s arm, the fear of my mortality and lack of Asgardian powers making my hands tremble.

“Give us your wallets. Now.” One of the men who had his gun pointed at Steve demanded.

“I-I don’t have one-”

“Shut it you dumb slut! Both of you! Wallets!” The one pointing his gun at me yelled, causing me to grip onto Steve’s arm tightly. I looked up at Steve to find him standing there with a very displeased look across his face.

“Son, I advise you apologize to her.”

“Steve just give them your wallet okay?” I whispered. He shook his head and stood in front of me.

“What tough guy? You trying to be scary and tough in front of the slut huh?” The other mugger asked as he clicked a bullet into place. I tried to reach for Steve to stop him, but the one that had his gun at me aimed it for my head, causing me to freeze and stare.

“I said to apologize to her. Now.” Steve demanded as his fists clenched.

“The slut doesn’t need an apology-” Steve quickly swung his fist, knocking out the man who had his gun at me immediately.

One of the others grabbed Steve and punched him as the other one grabbed me and pressed me against the car, keeping the gun pointed at my chin as he grabbed Steve’s jacket, trying to feel through his pockets for the wallet. He finally grabbed it, laughing as he threw me to the ground.

I tried to catch myself, but I felt the impact on my head, causing me to wince in pain and grip my head tightly. I slowly looked up to Steve fighting the one that just had the gun pointed at me. I looked to see the other two unconscious on the ground as Steve grabbed the man and punched him hard, knocking him out. He retrieved his wallet and hurried to my side, checking my head as I looked up at him with blurred vision.

“S-Steve- What has gotten into you?” I shakily asked as he pocketed my phone and his wallet. He sighed and picked me up, setting me in the passenger seat of the car carefully and buckling me up.

“I got a friend that can patch you up. Just calm down and I’ll explain soon.” He said before closing the door and going to the driver’s side. He began to drive through the city, gripping the steering wheel tightly in anger. I weakly reached over, not caring how much I wanted to sleep, or how much my head hurt, and touched his arm, causing him to relax a little. I gave him a soft smiled before my eyes closed, allowing the darkness to pull me away.

About two hours later, I woke up to the feeling of warmth surrounding me and an unfamiliar feeling on my head. Not pain, but it was comfortable. I slowly opened my eyes as different voices fill my ears.

“Thank you, Bruce. I didn’t know who to turn to and the hospital didn’t feel like a right choice-”

“It’s okay Steve. Are you ready for when she wakes up though? I’m sure if she wakes up here, she will have a few questions.”

“I know. I know. I’ll figure it out. When will everyone else be back?”

“Clint and Nat will be back soon, Tony probably is on his way up from his lab.”

“And Thor?”

“He’s just in his room- Look who’s awake?”

Looking up as my vision adjusted, Steve was across the room with a slightly shorter man who had brown hair, some glasses, and a suit on. Steve crossed the room quickly to be at my side.

“Steve I-”

“How are you feeling? Do you need water?”

“Steve, what happened back there? And who is this? Where am I?” I demanded as I began to sit up.

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed gently, causing me to lay back down before letting out a soft sigh. “You’re at the Avengers Tower. This is my friend Bruce. You hit your head back at the parking garage and I needed to make sure you were okay. Would you like some water?’

I nodded slowly and Bruce walked over with a nice cold cup of water, smiling softly. After drinking some I looked around before looking up at Steve. “Wait, why are we in the Avengers Tower?”

“Y/N I-”

“I heard we had a guest!” A loud voice erupted from the elevator, causing us all to look over. I knew that face, of course, I had to know it. The man walked over and I couldn’t stop my own words from falling out of my mouth.

“You’re Tony Stark.”

“Yes, I am! Capsicle, this is not what I expected but you do have good taste-”

“Capsicle? Steve, what is he talking about?” I interrupted, looking at him with shock.

Steve moved a bit closer and sighed. “Remember the library? Where those two men saved you?” I nodded slowly, allowing him to continue. “Tony is Iron Man, Bruce is the Hulk, and I’m-”

“You’re Captain America,” I whispered, sitting up a bit. This time he didn't stop me, he was too busy looking down ashamed to do that. I sighed softly and hugged him close, bringing shock to not only him, but the other two. “Thank you,” I whispered in his ear. I then shakily stood and hugged Tony before sitting.

“I’ll take that as you’re not mad?” Steve asked, shock drawn across his face. I shook my head and smiled softly.

“First you saved my life, and then took me on one of the best dates I’ve had in a long time. Why would I be mad Steve?” I replied, holding his hand as I rested back. “So… Captain America?”

Steve smiled and nodded. “Yep. With the shield and everything.”

“That makes you about 100 years old.” I laughed softly. “I can say, for an old man you’re quite attractive.” I continued.

Right as Steve was about to answer, the elevator opened again and a loud voice erupted. “100 is nothing. Try 1000- Y/N?”

I sat up quickly as the figure entered the room and stared at me. I slowly began to stand as the familiarity hit me. “Thor?”

“Lady Y/N.” He replied, a wide smile forming across his face. I ran across the room quickly, hugging him as tight as I could. He picked me up and spun me around, before holding me close. He smelled of Asgard, the smells I longed, the smells I missed. “We’ve all been wondering where you’ve been! It’s been quite a while!”

Tony stepped forward, Steve not too far behind as the questions began to flow.

“How do you and Sparkles know each other?”

“Since when did you know him?”

Thor and I ignored them, completely invested in each other. He finally set me down on my own two feet, but kept a grip on my hips, as I kept a grip on his arms.

“Odin banished me. I thought I’d never see you or Loki again.”

“I know why. Heimdall told me. I deeply apologize for what has happened.”

I shrugged, looking down before asking. “How is he?”

“He was the one that attacked New York. He’s locked up now in an Asgardian prison. But most importantly, he is grieving you.”

“Grieving?”

“He knows father banished you, but not why. He longs your return.”

We were both snapped out of our discussion as Steve spoke up. “Can someone please tell us what is going on here?!”

Thor and I looked from Steve to each other, nodding before I went to sit on the couch, Steve by my side. “It’s a long story.”

After I explained everything to Steve, how I was at one point with Loki, and how I was with his child, I let him process things as I walked out to the balcony. The view was beautiful. I never got a chance to see New York from this high up before. I carefully rubbed my stomach, feeling like I was reassuring the baby, but I was actually reassuring myself. All I could think of were the bad possibilities.

What if they locked me up? What if they took me back to Asgard and locked me up? Would I never see Thor again? Or Steve? And what about Loki? Would I ever really see him again?

I was pulled from my thoughts when a figure joined my side, the redhead everyone called Nat.

“So….” She whispered, turning her gaze to me, as I kept mine to the skyline. “You dated Loki?”

I nodded slowly, looking to her. “For quite a few years before I arrived here.”

“And you are pregnant with his kid?”

“That is why I was banished. Is there a point?”

“Are you… upset? Over what happened a couple of months ago?”

“I wasn’t aware of who it was until….quite recently. All I was told was that the Chitauri attacked. During the attack, I was trapped in the library, so I only saw the aftermath. I don’t know of Loki’s motives besides his grief of my leaving. I have lost everything, Loki, my home. I’ve had to start anew in an unfamiliar place, with nobody I knew. I have to raise this child alone. Of course, I am upset-”

“You’re not alone.” Steve’s voice spoke up, causing both Nat and I to turn to him. He stood in the doorway with his head down, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Wh-What?”

“You have your “parents”. And you have me. And all of the Avengers. But please, let me help you, Y/N. Let me help you raise this baby. I know I’m not the father and I am no good at understanding kids but-”

“Yes,” I whispered, walking up to him slowly.

“What?” He asked quickly, lifting his head to make eye contact.

“Yes. You can help.” I whispered before hugging his waist, resting my head on his chest. I felt him slowly pull his hands out of his pocket and wrap his arms around me, keeping me close as he rested his chin on the top of my head. “Just… promise you’ll stay Steve. Promise me you’ll stay with me.”

All he gave was a nod and hold me. Nat slipped away to join the others inside, leaving us to hug as the city lights shined bright behind us. Just us. And for the first time in what seemed like forever,

I was home.

[vanilluhbeaux]

Not Another Au!

vanilluhbeaux (distinque)

Chapter two 

  A deadly silence overtook the classroom, deep breaths being held collectively in their chest and multiple pairs of eyes stared at the boy with half white and half red hair. Shouto felt their eyes gazing at him in shock and horror, but continued to stare only at the curly haired boy with green eyes. The boy stared back at him, his eyes wide but saying nothing, still as a statue. He inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly through full, parted lips

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” an angry voice said, grabbing Shouto’s attention. Whipping his head around, he found an angry blonde staring at him, a murderous glint in his red eyes. Rolling his eyes, Shouto turned his attention back to the pretty boy with pretty eyes, just in time to catch him move his lips.

“Kacchan!”

The first word Shouto heard out his mouth was someone else’s name—and he couldn’t help but feel jaded by it. It rolled off the tongue easily, as if he’d been saying it his entire life. There was no reason why his first word should’ve been anything else—though there’s no reason why it shouldn’t have been, either. He did love the way his voice sounded, however. It was enthusiastic and bright, and it would’ve bought a smile to his face—had “Kacchan” not spoke.

“I’m gonna beat up that green haired bitch too,” Kacchan affirmed, looking at the girl next to him, who furrowed her small eyebrows. She pouted her full lips at him and huffed with disdain, crossing her arms across her chest. “But I’m going to kill that mismatched fucker first.”

“Katsuki!” she screamed, slamming her hands down on her desk.

“Ochako!” he screamed back, his voice strained. The class let out a collective groan that seemed to resonate in Shouto’s soul. Judging by their responses, these two arguing was not anything they wanted to be around. “If anyone’s going to die in this bitch, he’s going to be first,” he finished, looking Shouto in his eyes.

“Nobody’s gonna die, babe,” she said, rolling her amber eyes and placing a hand on her round cheeks.

“We don’t know that anymore!” he argued back. “Anything we had stopping this shit is gone because Deku decided he wanted to be a fucking attention whore!”

“I didn’t do anything,” the green eyed boy squeaked from his seat in the back of the classroom. “I’ve just been sitting here this whole time. It’s not my fault I’m cute.” He threw his hands up as he shrugged, and shook his hair out of his eyes a little.

“Okay confidence!” a girl with light tan skin and yellow eyes, Mina Ashido, said from the front of the classroom, “I see you, boo!” Her pink hair whipped around her head as she looked at Ochako and called, “Are we still going to the pool? ‘Cause I still wanna go.”

“She’s not going any-fucking-where,” the blond yelled, putting a defensive hand on her shoulder. “Not while there’s a fucking curse on all of us! And your stupid ass shouldn’t want to go, either,” he muttered the last part, purposely lowering his voice so that she wouldn’t hear him, but she did anyway. Ochako, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms across her chest and furrowing her brows.

"You're not my dad," she said, defiantly.

"But you call me daddy, so shut the fuck up."

Before she could open her mouth to retort, the bell rang—a long, loud sound that echoed throughout the entire building. Slowly, the students began rising from their seats, running over to their friends before heading to lunch. "So what're you in the mood for, fluffy? I want a good burger," Denki said, slinging his arm around Shinsuo, who either didn't notice or mind enough to remove it. He kept his nose buried deep into his phone, scrolling through his library to find a new song to play while walking to the cafeteria. "But ony if there's fries with it—curly fries. I fucking love curly fries," Denki continued.

"I like curly fries too...and call me Shinsuo," he said, throwing a glance at Denki, his eyes lighting up slightly.

"So you can speak? I thought you were blind or something."

"You're a moron." With a roll of purple eyes, he turned up the volume of his phone, intent on drowning out the world—or at least the barely-passing student talking in his ear.

"What's in your headphones?" he said, pulling a white earbud out and dropping it.

"I only listen to thug music," Shinsuo said, showing his phone with a proud smile on his face and popping his dropped headphone into Denki's ear. You can stand my umbrella-ella-ella, eh eh eh, echoed throughout his ears. "Rihanna's the G.O.A.T.—the greatest of all time. She's savage," he said, carrying onto his own world.

On the otherside of the classroom, Todoroki stood aloof, Deku staring at his with large, bright eyes. "Thank you for noticing me," he started, looking up at the taller teenager with stars in his eyes, "You acknowledged me...even after knowing that you could die, you still chose to see me. It's been so long since anyone's noticed me—which doesn't make a whole lot of sense because I'm the main character, but whatever."

"Weird flex but okay," Shouto said, blowing off what Deku said and preferred just to look at him. He cocked his head to the side as the gears in his brain turned, red hair falling into his grey eyes. "Wait, what the fuck, Deku? Run that back," he said, twisting his fingers in circles.

"One," he began, "my name is Izuku Midoriya."

"Whatever, just say that again," he demanded, pushing the hair out of his eyes. He knew that he had to be mistaken—that he hadn't heard what he just thought he heard.

"I'm the main character?"

"Further back."

"Nobody noticed me?"

"Further."

"Knowing you could die?"

So he did hear what he thought he heard. "Yeah—that—what the fuck? When the fuck—why would anybody die?" he said, throwing his hands up in the air, a confused look crossing his features.

"It's the disaster," Momo said, crossing her arms across her chest and a frown forming on her lips, "we don't know what happens—or why, really. Only that it does happen."

"What the fuck is 'it'?!" Shouto said, his voice aggressive and exasperated.

"Every year, people in this classroom and people close us to die—in horrible ways. Thirty years ago, there was a student in class 1-A named Yagi Toshinori, and everybody loved him. He was insanely popular—always smiling. One day, he got murdered in the building—they found his intenstines outside of his body. But his classmates loved him so much that they kept acting like he was still with them. And ever since that year ended, there's been an 'extra' student in the class. A dead one," Momo said, her voice tight and angry, "To account for them, we ignore one student from the class. It's worked for six years—until you ruined it, Todoroki!"

"You just said that you didn't know what happened or why," Shouto said, a second away from tears his hair out.

"I lied for suspense," Momo shrugged, walking away from the group, grabbing a girl with short, purple hand's and pulling her out of the classroom.

"What does any of this shit mean?" Todoroki said, looking back at Izuku. The boy stared at him with bright eyes, and opened his mouth to speak, but the words were stolen from his throat. Before he could warn him, a strong hit came from the side of his face, throwing his off his balance.

"It means that you fucking killed us all, dumbass!" Katsuki yelled, the girl with auburn hair—Ochako—gripping his shoulder with strength that he didn't think she possessed. "All because you just had to talk to the fucking loser? I swear to God if anyone dies, you're going next," he threatened, his finger pointed in Shouto's face.

"Bakugou!" a taller boy yelled, "I understand that you're angry—"

"Eat a dick, Iida," he hissed back, "My girlfriend has asthma. You don't know shit."

"I'm sorry everyone," Ochako apologized, gripping his shoulders tighter than before, pulling him away from the small group forming. "We're leaving," she whispered in his ear, and he allowed her to lead him away. She dropped her hand from his shoulder and it found itself in his larger hand, intertwined where she felt like she was supposed to be. As they left out of the classroom, she rested her head on her shoulder, his skin warming her cheek. They turned down the hallway, but stopped before the cafeteria, Bakugou taking a turn that Ochako didn't expect. She cocked a small eyebrow but said nothing—there was rarely anything Bakugou could do to surprise her at this point in their relationship. She felt him lead her down an almost unfamiliar hall, but they stopped in front of a few lockers.

A fierce blush overtook her cheeks as she felt him cup her face with his hand. His lips graced her forehead and she closed her larger, amber eyes. "I don't want anything to happen to you," he whispered against her skin. She nodded at this, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips. "There's so much we haven't gotten to do yet...I don't want to lose a second with you."

A small smile crossed her face, and she bought his forehead down to her own, rubbing her nose against his own. "You're not going to miss a thing, babe," she said, gripping his free hand. "Nothing." She pushed herself up on her toes, bringing her lips to his and delivering a small, chaste, kiss. "I promise, we're gonna get through this."

x

The cafeteria was crowded by the time they arrived, though Mina saved the couple's seats—unfortuntely, they were right across from Todoroki and Izuku, much to Katsuki's dismay. As soon as he sat down, he stared Izuku in his bright green eyes and said, "I still need to kick your ass."

Izuku nodded, saying, "Looking forward to it." He took a bite out his sandwich, chewing.

"Are we still going swimming today, Ochako?" Mina said, smiling as she sipped her soup.

"Yeah, we can go after class today. It's super hot out today and I wanna go before it starts getting cold out," Ochako confirmed. She threw a glance at Katsuki, who nodded at her, seemingly reading her mind. "He's coming, too," she said, throwing a thumb at her boyfriend, "And you two can come along. It's been forever since I was allowed to talk to Izuku." Her bright eyes looked at both Todoroki and Izuku, and she smiled softly.

"Don't come, Half 'N Half," Katsuki added, looking at him without fear.

"I'm going to come anyway," he responded, slurping his noodles loudly.

"Oop," Mina said, looking up from her food, "So you're bold bold." Katsuki threw a mean look towards her, though she didn't notice, simply smiling into her food. "Gone head; I ain't mad at cha," she finished, popping a fry into her pink lips.

"We're coming too!" Denki called, walking up to their small table with Mineta and Shinsuo, the latter of which pointing a disgusted look towards the former. "You know me and Mineta can't pass up a pool opportunity," he added, smiling softly.

"Captain Creep can't hang with us," Mina said, glaring at the shorter boy, "but y'all can slide through."

"Hey," Mineta said, "I resent that. And considering someone," he said, looking at Shouto, who very calmly flipped him off, "decided to screw us all, I want to spend what could be my last day on Earth surrounded by beautiful women in very little clothing. And you do not get to decide how I live my life."'

"And you don't see anything wrong with anything you just said?" Izuku asked, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Because there was so much wrong with what you just said."

"Like what?" he asked, incredulous.

"Those 'beautiful women'," he said, putting air quotes around beautiful women, "don't want you staring at them. I'm sure they're not trying to surround you, either."

"I mean...okay?"

"You're objectification of women is disgusting, fucking weirdo," Katsuki said, rolling his eyes. "And you do realize that the more people that go—the more likely it is that someone's gonna die? Because that is exactly how this works, morons." He sipped his drink before a lightbulb went off in his head, and a sick smile crossed his face. "You know what, fuck it, let's all go. And if Mineta is the one who dies, I won't kill Todoroki. I'll still fuck Deku's ass up though."

"My name's not Deku," Izuku said.

"Your name is whatever I say it is, Deku."

"My father made me promise to stay home today," Shinsuo said, finally speaking up. "And I'd rather not hang out with this purple pervert, either."

"You have taste," Mina said, a small smile toying on her lips. "So we're all going?" A small nod from most of the table confirmed it, and Mina didn't miss the way Katsuki grabbed Ochako's hand from under the table. She sipped her tea quietly.

[viasatellite]

title: Just genjutsu summary: Because what would you do when the man you have loved for half of your life suddenly proposed to you? Slap yourself of course and think it was some silly genjutsu!  Or so Sakura thought. SasuSaku Proposal. Oneshot. notes:  I read an ask here about the possibility of Sakura mistaking Sasuke's proposal for another genjutsu. And I thought it's a perfect prompt!I also got inspired by that scene in Boruto 17 when Sakura was watching the sunset and wondering about the wandering Sasuke (yayy for puns).

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"What? Did you just say you're canceling our date?"

Sakura didn't know how else to break it to her, but she just wished her best friend knew how to not overreact sometimes. But well, Ino would never be Ino without her theatrics.

She took a deep breath before starting what would surely be a lengthy explanation on her part.

"Ino, I did not – "

"I barely see you these days! Morning, evening, it doesn't matter. You're always at the hospital or – "

"I promise I'll – "

"with your Sasuke-kun!"

"Hey!"

Sakura gaped for a moment, not knowing where that remark came from. She didn't want to elaborate on this, but she needed to inject some normal amount of logic into her best friend sometimes.

"Ok. I've only seen him once ever since his return!"

"See?! You didn't even tell me about that!"

"Mou, I just did!"

"Tell me more then!"

Sakura could only sigh, knowing there was no way Ino would ever gonna live this story down and would even probably read something else into it.

"We just ate somewhere a few weeks ago, okay? But that's it."

"A date?"

"It's not really as big as what you make it out to be, Pig. I just asked him out of the blue after we had ramen with Naru – "

"And he said yes! So, it's a date then, Forehead!"

Sakura could practically see freshly unearthed and glittering sapphires in place of her best friend's eyes, and she didn't have the heart to take their luster away.

"He did not, actually. He just looked at me and . . . walked away."

"But you still went to the place anyway and he still showed up, right? Right?"

Sakura decided she was fighting a losing battle, so she settled with a vague nod.

"Hmm."

"Great!" Ino exclaimed, clasping her hands before peering into Sakura's eyes again, suspicious. "So why are you trying to cancel now? I thought you got a day off?"

Sakura bit her lip, not knowing how to issue the reason without Ino exploding into another fit of unnecessary daydreaming.

"Well, actually I'm going to meet Sasuke."

It took seconds before Ino reacted.

"Wow, Sak!" she said in astonishment, her eyes dilating as ever. "You sure have the guts! Twice in a row!"

"No, no. He . . . asked me," she clarified as she felt her face getting hot. She wasn't sure why she was furiously blushing when she knew it couldn't mean something. But maybe it was because she was sharing this piece of news as if it were really something when it wasn't.

Ino squealed before grabbing her hands and pulling her into a tight hug.

"This is it, Sak! After 12 long years, your love's finally blossoming."

The blonde patted her back for effect, but Sakura had to pull away because she'd like to be more realistic about this.

"No. Maybe it's not that . . ."

She would've left it at that, but Ino's brows were demanding her to continue.

"He might be leaving again. Maybe he just wants to say goodbye."

And she couldn't help the trace of despair in her tone.

"Hey! Cheer up, will you? He always comes back anyway, right?"

And as she received a stronger pat on the back, she raised her hand to touch her forehead, smiling at the memory of a warmth she'd always treasure.

Ino then pulled her up before shoving her forward. "Go on now. I forgive you. You wouldn't want him waiting, would you?"

"Hai!"

She then sprinted towards the same place where they had their so-called 'date' few weeks ago. As expected, he wasn't there yet when she arrived. She sat on the bench and watched the same sunset they had watched before.

She looked to her side, imagining his profile as the roseate rays warmed his features. She remembered how he wouldn't look at her that time, just staring stubbornly ahead and not even commenting whether he liked the food she had prepared. But it was actually a great chance for her to look at him from such a close distance until he did decide to turn his head and like a deer caught in the headlights, she had to snap her head the other way.

He then continued to eat the rice balls and tomato soup in silence until she herself happily decided they had shared the time enough and they should be heading back. She thanked him for agreeing to her rather ridiculous idea, to which he said nothing, so they spent the rest of the time walking side by side – but not without her giving him sideway glances – until they parted ways. They hadn't seen each other since then because of their busy schedules until he showed up at her office just this morning, asking her to meet him at the same place, and he was already gone before she could take her next breath.

Then with a sad but accepting smile, she admitted to herself that this had yet to be another goodbye.

When she heard the rustling of leaves, she faced the cause with a glowing smile.

"Sasuke-kun!"

To her surprise, he was panting.

"Have you been waiting for long?"

Confused at the question, she just shook her head slowly, humming her response.

He finally settled beside her, and when he didn't look at her to explain like what she expected, she also faced forward, pondering.

"So . . ." she began hesitantly, "What did you want to talk about?"

When he didn't respond, she heaved out a sigh and stretched her arms up before expelling another breath of resigned acceptance.

"So, when do you leave, Sasuke-kun?"

She mustered every ounce of strength she could to conjure up a cheery smile.

When she looked at him though, he looked positively baffled.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" she encouraged with a smile. "That's why you called me out here."

"You're . . ." he started before letting out a sigh, "annoying. Don't assume things on your own."

The severity of his tone appalled her, so she was quick to give her apologies.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't me– "

"It's not your fault. I didn't tell you anything," he said with a softened expression this time which calmed her.

She tried to laugh casually.

"Yup. I thought of the reason why you'd ask me because this can't be like a . . . date so I thought – "

"It is."

She had to look away immediately because Sasuke looking at her and saying something so unreal was too much to bear.

When she hesitantly began to face him again, he just stared back before continuing.

"I'm not leaving. Not yet. I want to stay. . .with you."

She opened her mouth then closed it again and tilted her head to one side, unsure of what to make of his statement.

"I – we'd also like you to stay with us," she affirmed warmly.

"No. That's different."

It was a mere whisper, but she was able to catch it despite not getting it. She then decided to distract the both of them.

"Oh, look! The sun's already gone down! Ahh . . . but even so, it's beautiful . . ."

"Sakura, are you . . . are you still waiting?"

She was met again by his intense gaze, and her addled brain wasn't just registering anything. They must've stared at each other for a while before it slowly dawned on her, what he was trying to say.

"If you – "

She smiled then laughed.

"Sometimes, you're more of an idiot than Naruto," she pointed out amicably and laughed some more at the suddenly cross expression on his face.

Then she continued. "How could I not, Sasuke-kun, when there has been no one else?" she smiled fondly. "I've always . . ."

"Then, marry me, Sakura."

Her eyes grew wide as she took in his words and at the same time wondered how he, on the other hand, could maintain such an unperturbed expression after saying such an unimaginable thing!

Then with realization, she hastily shut her eyes tightly, clenching her fists as she waited for that moment of paralysis to sting her. This can't be real. But after a mere few seconds, she heard him speak.

"What are you doing?"

She slapped her cheeks repeatedly. "No, no, no, you're not real. This is not real. This is just genjutsu! Yes, I must – "

She then felt a tap on her forehead which made her open her eyes only to see him so close, closing the distance between them until she felt that light brush against her lips.

"None of this is genjutsu, Sakura. I won't ever put you through that again," he said, turning away.

But she saw him clenching his fists and thought that maybe he was still beating himself up over that after all these years.

So despite her face reddening by the minute, she reached for his hand, giving it a tentative touch.

"Please don't worry about that anymore, Sasuke-kun. You had to do that for me, didn't you?"

Sasuke then put a hand on his face and sighed. "I was late because I was asking the Dobe how to do it properly, but he ended up telling Kakashi and others, and I just had to do it my way. But seeing your reaction now . . . I should've just waited for their suggestions."

Sakura gulped, taking her hand back. She still couldn't understand why Sasuke would make such a proposition to her when up until a while ago, they were just friends, teammates. The most possible reason then would have something to do with rebuilding the clan, and while she was ready to help him as his friend, she was also worried about her qualifications.

"Are you sure though? Maybe there are other women fit to bear the Uchiha crest and – "

"If you're thinking that I want to marry you for my clan, then you're right. But don't think that it's the only reason. This crest has been tainted with blood and years of shameful memories, and if I could, I wouldn't want you to have to bear it. But I want you as my wife, Sakura. There's no one else I'd like to start a new life with. So please, marry me."

By the end of his speech, she was already crying, helplessly wiping at her tears with her hands and arms.

"You . . . idiot. Of course, I will. I've always . . . wanted, have always . . . dreamt of this."

She laughed in tears when she finished her response despite the hiccups in between. Sasuke just smirked at her as he took her hand, placing it against his cheek. She started caressing it, reveling in the reality of this moment at twilit.

"Thank you," he said softly, giving her his rarest smile as he moved closer and brushed a kiss against her forehead.

And she felt a different kind of warmth, that everlasting warmth of a promise.

...

Fin.

[jumarit38]

THE THEORY OF LOVE - MAYUKI OS

[owlsshadows]

Spicy/Hot (ObiYuki)

Prompt by @claudeng80: “Obi sets the kitchen on fire”

 „I want to eat that thing you made last time,” Shirayuki says, leaning over the desk as she speaks and it’s new. Obi is not sure whether she does it consciously or not, but she’s teasing. Tilting her head slightly to one side, she lets her hair fall from her shoulder to the space between them, almost brushing Obi’s arm.

“What was it, Miss?” he asks, voice carefully still.

“Some spicy rice,” Shirayuki waves vaguely, kind of lost. Obi loves her troubled expression; the small frown of her nose, the wrinkles between her furrowed brows, the thin line of her lips pressed together. He loves the way she flails around, hands grasping thin air as if she could catch the words lost between her brain and tongue. “There were vegetables, and spices, and some meat maybe, and… spices?”

“So, it was hot,” Obi summarizes.

A vivid red flushes across Shirayuki’s cheeks, casting her eyes away.

“It was spicy. And delicious.”

“That’s what spices are for, Miss,” Obi looms over her, teasing. “They make things tasty.”

“So!” she retreats, and as she is stepping away from the desk she nearly knocks her ink over. She catches it with one hand, placing it back in place, tracing her notes with the other in search for splotches. Obi loves the frantic Shirayuki, with her eyes wide in panic, her lips parting, then closing slowly, letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Will you cook for me?”

“Naturally.”

*

“You have to wash the rice carefully,” Obi instructs, his hands massaging the rice in the bowl vigorously and Shirayuki is long lost in her fight against her indulgent thoughts. “People in Clarines has no idea how to make good rice,” Obi continues, all fired up that he finally has the stage to teach.

She loves his knobby fingers, the scarred panes of his hands – she loves the way his joints meet, the way a bone sticks out stubbornly from his wrist. She loves the way muscles move under his skin as he rolls the rice around, washing off whitish, dusty water of it.

“The essence to good food is careful preparation,” Obi says. Shirayuki hums along, lifting her eyes to meet his; sharp and almond shaped, like that of a wild cat. He squints, and for a moment Shirayuki is sure he has something witty to follow, but the moment passes, and Obi returns to the rice. “Alright, this looks good now. See the water? It’s clean.”

Shirayuki nods, squirming in her seat. She is eager to help, but Obi has ordered her to sit and not move an inch until he is done.

“Now, it’s time for the veggies,” Obi sends a smile in her way, and Shirayuki forgets how to breathe the moment her eyes catch on the dimple by the side of his lips. It is asymmetrical, the dimple only appearing on his left cheek, giving Shirayuki a moment of hesitation whether it is genuine, or the result of some fight. “Are you listening, Miss?”

“I am!” Shirayuki affirms quickly, dragging her eyes down from his now disappeared dimple to his skillful hands.

“Good,” he says. In his voice teasing blends with joy in a harmonious balance. His hands continue chopping up the onions, carrots and peppers as he speaks her through the next steps slowly.

She loves his voice, playful yet adept to all situations. It can be reserved, cold, lethal in one moment; sweet and charming the next. He can easily sound like a noble of the court, just as the last hooligan from the slums. Sometimes, to tease her, he deepens his voice – she is reluctant to admit it sends chills down her spine every time.

“We only graze the vegetables. We don’t want them to be all soft by the end,” Obi says in a cheerful tone, so sweet to her heart. “Otherwise we would end up with Mitsuhide’s hideous stew.”

Shirayuki laughs, earning a shy look from Obi.

“That stew was not that bad,” she says. “A little overcooked, that’s all.”

“You are too soft on Mitsuhide, Miss,” Obi deadpans. “I’ve never eaten anything so bland in my life.”

“Now, that’s an exaggeration.”

A shadow crosses his eyes, and the smile vanishes from his face – darkness creeps to the front from a place she cannot touch, from a time he is never willing to share. Shirayuki jumps from her seat instinctively, stepping to him and grabbing his hand. It trembles under her touch.

“I bet Zen’s soup was blander,” she whispers, searching for his eyes. Obi lets out a fake laugh, and he mentions something about the difference between clumsy and bad cooking; one hand flying to scratch his head, and he avoids eye contact, he avoids looking at her, he…

Shirayuki panics. She is not going to lose him to the past – not when he was enjoying himself so much, teaching her a new recipe.

Resting her hands against his hips she pulls him into a hug. Obi freezes under her touch, dropping the wooden spoon in the pan. Shirayuki plans to pull him closer, wishing for his crazy heartbeat to ease. The frills on the cuff of her blouse get tangled in the hook of his belt, and they both loose balance, knocking the pan off the fire.

Miraculously it ends up almost intact on the countertop – some dish towels are not so lucky, falling from a shelf above them straight into the fire.

*

“Careful, Miss,” Obi says, making an attempt at gathering his composure – which, with Shirayuki’s fingers crawling against his sides, is not easy. He uses the lid of the pan to put out the fire, and he manages – much better than how he can manage his thoughts, taking continuous detours to the land of no return – when the curtain catches on fire.

“I’m not going to say that you made it worse, but you did,” Shirayuki says and lets go of him – and it may be Obi’s self-indulgence, but he feels a bit of reluctance in that movement of hers pushing herself towards the washbasin.

“Covering it is better,” reasons Obi as he tears the curtain off, throwing it to the floor and stomping on it. “No air, no fire.”

“I have no complaints unless you set yourself on fire,” Shirayuki says, filling an empty pot with water nonetheless, pouring it all over Obi and the burning curtain.

Obi does not comment on his wet boots or pants – he only looks at the waning flames with the eyes of a child whose toy has been taken away. Shirayuki huffs beside him, half-content, half-irritated.

“Look at the mess you cased, Miss,” he teases her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders gently.

“I caused it, I solved it,” she hums, leaning her head onto his chest. “Sorry, I panicked. I thought… I may have said something bad.”

“I was reminded of the time I nearly ate a book,” Obi admits. “That was probably the blandest, even though they sold it as a saucy novel for the ladies of the upper court…”

“Sounds like a fascinating story,” she says, cautious. Obi looks down at her, and through the vibrant red locks of her fringe, a pair of moss green eyes gaze back at him, aware of even his slightest motion.

He is not used to attention, let alone attentiveness.

Her eyes are so full of promises he is almost afraid to look straight into them. He looks, still, because there is no other thing he could do – not when she gazes right at him, not when her face is so full of patience and caring.

Not when he could trick himself into believing that she may also feel the same way.

“Maybe one day you will have the privilege to listen to it, Miss,” he whispers, and he can’t help, but tuck a piece of stray hair behind her ear.

“I’d love to,” she replies, soft smile playing on her lips. “One day, please share them with me. All your recipes and secrets.”

“All of them?” Obi asks back. “Aren’t you insatiable, Miss?”

“I may be,” she says, and she does it again. She teases.

She is getting better at it.

“How about we start with finishing this fried rice? Little Ryuu must be hungry soon.”

“Good,” Shirayuki nods.

“Now, while the kitchen was undoubtedly hot just a moment ago, we still didn’t add any chili…”

He would not, for the love of all gods he has ever heard about, admit just how much he treasures these moments with her.

He would, however, make all within his reach, to make them happen again.

*

Shirayuki follows along, swimming in the ocean that is his voice, listening to the recipe while the food takes form in front of her.

She wishes Obi does not notice that her ears are just as red as the chili he uses.

One day, he said.

Vague, yet promising.

[researching01]

The Healing Power of a Gut Cleanse: 6-Day Detox

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The Healing Power of a Gut Cleanse: 6-Day Detox

The body is an incredible machine. Each person’s body has a built-in detox system — starting with the gastrointestinal( GI) tract — that process toxins, chemicals, and other harmful substances that your food unavoidably contains.

The GI tract begins to remove harmful substances from your food by send them out of the body in your stool or to the liver and kidneys to be fully detoxified. The GI tract also breaks down the food you ate, utilizing the nutrients to build muscle, bone, brain, and other critical body tissues.

Over time, your gut can get overwhelmed from the toxins it assimilates from the food and water you consume, the air you breathe, and the products you use on a daily basis. A intestine cleanse — sometimes called a colon cleanse — can ensure all those toxins aren’t affecting your ability to stay healthy.

Short Breakdown of the Gut Cleanse

Get Ready: Stock up on raw organic apple cider vinegar( ACV ), distilled water, and healthy, plant-based foods, or fruit if you’re doing the fruit-only option.

Make ACV mix: Prepare six gallons of ACV mix by adding two tablespoons of ACV per one gallon of distilled water.

Days 1 to 6: Follow a healthy diet with three small snacks throughout the day, such as avocado, nuts, or fruit. Drink an ACV mix throughout the day. Before bed, take an oxygen-based colon cleanser.

Post Cleanse: Follow a healthy, plant-based diet with three small dinners throughout the day. Make sure to drink lots of water with fresh lemon.

Read the full details below .

What Does Your Gut Do for You?

When someone refers to the “gut, ” they’re typically referring to the entire digestive system. That’s everything from mouth to anus — including the esophagus, stomach, pancreas, liver, gallbladder, small intestine, and large intestine, also called the colon.

Every section of the digestive tract has a function, and the colon is one of the most important. It’s a U-shaped part of the intestines that is up to six feet long. The colon has four sections: ascending, transverse, descending, and sigmoid. A whole ecosystem of gut bacteria resides inside the colon, helping to keep your digestion on track.

What Is a Gut Cleanse?

A gut cleanse is an incredibly effective route to improve your overall health and wellness, boosting your gut’s ability to digest food and detoxify harmful substances. A gut cleanse has three main components: eliminating, flushing, and replenishing.

First, you eliminate food items known to cause digestive issues, such as dairy, meat, gluten, and other allergens, while feeing a clean diet — ideally, all fruit — for several days. Next, you flush your digestive system of all the extra waste, toxins, and organisms it has collected over time. Last, you replenish your gut’s beneficial organisms, also called probiotics.

A gut cleanse is a three-step process — eliminate, flush, and replenish — that can kick-start a new, healthy lifestyle.

Cleansing your intestine is something you should regularly do — it’s not just a one-time quick fix. Your gut needs regular upkeep. Doing a intestine cleanse is a great opportunity to kick-start new, healthy habits. You will feel so much better after clearing out the old gunk and welcoming in healthier foods, more beneficial probiotic bacteria, and smoother digestion.

Signs That It’s Time for a Cleanse

The Standard American Diet( SAD) is ruthless when it comes to messing with your gut health. All of the meat, dairy, sugar, wheat, and fried and processed foods unleash all sorts of havoc on your body, leading to accumulated toxins and even compacted fecal matter in the gut. Many people say that they can feel when it’s time for a gut cleanse.

Your body is constantly sending signals that you need to cleanse, and some people say they can even feel when it’s time for a gut cleanse!

Your body is pretty good at sending out signals to make sure you’re aware that something is off-balance. If you notice any of the following symptoms, it’s a pretty strong indicator that it’s time for a intestine cleanse.

Skin blemishes Mental fog Poor sleep Low energy Poor appetite Headaches Body odor Body aches Constipation Bad breath

Gut Detox Protocol

To ensure you’re doing the gut cleanse properly, be sure to follow the dietary instructions below. In some styles, a cleanse is similar to fasting. You will be eliminating a lot of foods that you ordinarily eat unless you already follow a very clean diet.

Gut Cleanse Diet

You have two options for the gut cleanse diet. The fruit-only option is ideal, and you will get the best outcomes with it. However, you are able to do a gut cleanse by eating mostly plant-based foods.

Option 1: Fruit-Only Diet

While performing your intestine cleanse, you should eat organic fruit. Choose fruits from the following list. These particular alternatives are full of nutrients and water and are gentle on your digestive system. You can eat as much fruit as you want.

Apples Avocados Bananas Blackberries Blueberries Grapefruit Oranges Papaya Pineapple Raspberries Strawberries Tomatoes Watermelon White grapes

Non-Fruit Option

If you need a heartier alternative, you can eat a plant-based diet; eliminate meat, dairy, eggs, soy, wheat, and gluten-containing products. Eat organic or locally grown food for best results. Below are a few additional tips-off :P TAGEND

Eat healthy, plant-based foods for six days straight-out with three small portions daily.

Eliminate meat, dairy, eggs, soy, GMOs, wheat and gluten-containing foods.

Eat lots of salads, vegetable soups, raw nuts, seeds, and fruits.

Do not cook any food in a microwave as this will reduce the effectiveness of cleansing.

Eat dinner at least one hour before bedtime.

Avoid all alcoholic beverages.

Avoid artificial sweeteners like those in diet sodas and other diet products. Instead use honey, stevia, monk fruit, or coconut sugar.

Avoid high fructose corn syrup, molasses, white sugar, dextrose, sorbitol, processed fructose, and sucrose.

Replace table salt with seasonings like Himalayan salt.

Ingredients

You’ll want to make sure you have the proper ingredients for this gut detox on hand before starting. All its consideration of this agenda item on this list work together to balance out your intestine microflora, remove toxins from your system, and normalize your digestive health.

6 gallons of distilled water 3 organic lemons 8 ounces of organic, raw, unpasteurized, apple cider vinegar 1 bottle of Oxy-Powder( r ) 1 bottle of Latero-Flora( tm ) Organic fresh fruit Himalayan crystal salt

The distilled water, lemons, and apple cider vinegar create a drink you’ll hydrate with throughout the cleanse. Here’s how to make it :P TAGEND

Take one gallon of distilled water and pour out four ounces Add two tablespoons of organic apple cider vinegar Shake well Add the juice from half a lemon Mix and refrigerate

Instructions

This gut cleanse is a six-day process. Each day, make one gallon of the apple cider vinegar cocktail and beverage it throughout the day.

Save eight ounces of the apple cider vinegar mixture for the end of the day. Just before you go to bed every night, use it to take six capsules of Oxy-Powder. If you have any left over after that, don’t save it — pitch the remainder and make a fresh batch in the morning.

Select a personal affirmation that works for you, perhaps related to the reason why you’re doing the cleanse. Are you trying to improve your overall health? Try, “I am healthy.” Is it to rid yourself of toxins? Say, “I am clean.” Are you determined to lose weight? Repeat, “I am lighter.” Or pick an affirmation that are in line with your goals.

Important: Drink 12 to 20 ounces of the intestine cleanse cocktail when you wake up and between meals.

Breakfast

Take 3 Latero-Flora capsules 20 minutes before eating. Feed breakfast. Follow your dietary alternative. Drink 12 to 20 ounces of the intestine cleanse cocktail. Recur your affirmation nine periods.

Lunch

Eat lunch. Follow your dietary alternative. Drink 12 to 20 ounces of the intestine cleanse cocktail.

Repeat your affirmation nine hours.

Dinner

Eat dinner. Follow your dietary alternative. Beverage 12 to 20 ounces of the gut cleanse cocktail. Recur your affirmation nine days.

Bedtime

Take six capsules of Oxy-Powder. Drinking the remaining eight ounces of apple cider vinegar mixture. Before closing your eyes, recur your affirmation to encourage a restful night’s sleep.

Repeat these instructions for six days. After the first full day of the cleanse, you should expect to have three to five bowel movement every day. If you don’t, increase your Oxy-Powder intake by two capsules every night until you reached the three to five mark the following day.

Note: Because a intestine cleanse flushes out most of the food and compacted trash that has accumulated in your intestine, you will want to replenish your gut microbes with beneficial bacteria at the end of your cleanse. Take a probiotic supplement that can boost the results of your cleanse.

Benefits of a Gut Detox

A healthy gut means a happy body. When your colon and digestive system are working the route they are able to, your body’s natural ability to detoxify itself is at peak performance.

If your digestive system is not working properly, you most likely aren’t getting all the nutrients available from what you eat. Your body may also be having trouble absorbing enough water from your food. A intestine detox can get your digestion to a better place. Below we list the top benefits of a gut cleanse.

Balance Your Emotions

When your intestine is in proper working order, it can affect your mood in a good way. Several analyses is demonstrating that nervousnes and stress increase with greater inflammation in the body — and inflammation occurs when your diet is less than optimal .[ 1] A gut cleanse can normalize this systemic redness and swelling, helping to balance out your emotions.

Regulate& Restore Your Immune System

The micro-organisms in your intestine interact quite closely with your immune system, and depending on which organisms you’ve get, there’s a potential link to autoimmune diseases.

A gut detox can help eliminate the harmful organism in your body, helping the gut to mend and keeping your immune system on track while replenishing your intestine with beneficial microbes .[ 2]

Relieve Constipation& Promote Regularity

Your body can have a hard time with digestion when you follow a poor diet that’s full of processed foods, meat, and sugar. An unhealthy diet can be achieved through compacted garbage — or, in other words, constipation.

Since you eliminate unhealthy foods on a intestine detox, while focusing on drinking water and eating fiber-rich foods, it helps your system, removing trash and flushing out the bad stuff.

Essentially, your gut will be reset following a cleanse, which means your bowel movements will likely be more regular and consistent, and you’ll be processing and digesting food at healthy levels again.

Increase Energy

One of the most commonly reported benefits following a gut detox is a big energy boost, especially if you follow it up by switching to a healthier diet.

You may not even need that beaker of morning coffee anymore. You’ll not only feel more awake, but you are able to also simply feel better overall.

Jumpstart Your Metabolism

Both new research and therapies focus on how the microbiome in your intestine assistances regulate metabolism. A intestine cleanse could be just what you need to take your body’s innate calorie-burning power to a higher level.

As a bonus, once your biome is in top shape, it may help you fight against obesity. Early surveys is demonstrating that new therapies focused on gut flora could be effective at lowering obesity rates .[ 3] This is why replenishing the intestine with beneficial probiotics is essential to the overall effectiveness of any cleanse.

Boost Nutrient Absorption

Within your intestine, the colon assimilates nutrients from the food you’re eating. If your gut is unhealthy, those nutrients were not able to be properly absorbed.

When that happens, you’re at a higher risk for things like inflammatory bowel cancer( IBD ), irritable bowel disorder( IBS ), malabsorption disorder, leaky gut, Crohn’s disease, and nutritional deficiencies.

Strengthen Your Brain

Recent research shows that the health of your gut can have a positive impact on brain function. Specific diets — like the healthy one you’ll adopt after your detox — can help normalize neurodevelopmental disorders.

Some probiotics are also known to influence brain activity, so be sure to add them back into your diet with supplements once the cleanse is over .[ 4]

Other Ways to Maintain a Healthy Gut

Once you’re done with the cleanse, attain following a healthy diet your new norm, especially if you previously ate meat, dairy, or a lot of processed foods. There are other options for maintaining a healthy gut as well — things you should probably do together with that diet, listed below.

Manage Your Stress

Too much stress can cause a whole array of ailments, including ulcers, irritable bowel syndrome, and gastroesophageal reflux disease( GERD ).[ 5] If you’re stressed out, try healthy ways to manage it — like meditation, yoga, and deep breathing.

Take Enzymes

Digestive enzymes have one main purpose — to break down food so you can digest it more efficiently — but they also boost your health in other ways.

Enzyme supplements supporting normal digestion, reduce bloating and gas, protect your cells and tissues from oxidative injury, and deter systemic redness and swelling.

Adopt a Plant-Based Diet

Animal-based diets have an undeniably negative affect on gut health .[ 6] A plant-based diet that focuses on organic fruit, veggies, legumes, nuts, seeds, and grains helps to normalize mood, fight obesity, and promote a healthier gut microbiome.

A plant-based diet promotes strong digestion, and helps with heart health, anti-aging, and so much more. Herbal and green teas, as well as supplements, can add additional nutrients and antioxidants to your plant-based diet.

Incorporate Probiotics

Recent research shows that probiotics help restore healthy intestine flora , normalize swelling, boost mood, improve skin health, and ease certain systemic illness .[ 7]

Supplements can help introduce the right probiotics into your body. Choose supplements that contain many probiotic stress as well as prebiotics, fiber-rich “food” for the microbes. You can also add dairy-free probiotic foods to your diet for additional benefit. Many fermented foods, like kombucha, sauerkraut, and kimchi, naturally contain beneficial probiotics.

Start Exercising

Exercise is for more than only weight loss. It helps keep you alert, releases stress, and keeps your brain functioning at an optimal level — and it’s helpful for your intestine, too.

When you exert, it boosts the number of beneficial microbe species in your intestine, which boosts digestion as well as your immune system .[ 8]

Points to Remember

A gut cleanse, also known as a colon cleanse, is an important part of regulating your digestive system and get your body back on track. With an unhealthy internal system, you’ll feel sick and sluggish. A gut detox can also normalize your mood, immune system, and digestion — all the while promoting regularity.

We recommend our Colon Cleanse Kit as part of a healthy lifestyle to simultaneously support your gut and colon.

An ideal gut cleanse spans six days. During that time you will eat only fruit — or a clean, plant-based diet — allowing your gastrointestinal tract to clean itself out, lighten its load, and detoxify. Apple cider vinegar, lemon, and gut-detox supplements, taken at regular intervals, help the process. Taking a probiotic when you are complete the cleanse helps ensure your gut bides healthy afterward.

Once you finish the cleanse, it’s important to maintain optimal intestine health. You can do this by exercising, taking supplements, changing your diet, and controlling stress.

Have you ever done a gut cleanse? Share your thoughts in the comments!

The post The Healing Power of a Gut Cleanse: 6-Day Detox appeared first on Dr. Group’s Healthy Living Articles.

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How To End Your Sugar Addiction In Just 21 Days

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This is affirmed by research study showing that sugar yearnings are deeply tied to your body clock an d your sleep patterns 12 If you're not sleeping on a routine schedule, or if you're not getting enough quality sleep in general, your sugar addiction will heighten. Discover how to drop fat with bacon, chocolate, and cheesecake. It takes practice, however with a little time you can discover how to concentrate on what matters and not just stop sugar overeating but actually rejoice and have a life that satisfies you. To do this, store online, cook extra on the weekend when you have extra time and take what you require when you're navigating the day. She will even advise me when she is going to be at a buddies for lunch to load a special treat" in case they all have something sweet. I will often use Adapt Strong to help my customers adapt to stress better. We're biologically wired to crave sweetness, and with a lot sugar around nowadays, we're bound to obtain caught in its shackles. Drink licorice tea: Licorice tea has a sweet taste without any sugar material. In this video, we're going to be discussing the best ways to break sugar addiction and the 7 steps to assist you stop eating sugar! In this article, I'm going to discuss the ins and outs of sugar's effect on the body. Domingos AI, Sordillo A, Dietrich MO et al (2013) Hypothalamic melanin concentrating hormonal agent nerve cells communicate the nutrient worth of sugar. Glucose is the kind of sugar that triggers our blood sugar level to spike and increases danger of type 2 diabetes (American Heart Association, 2015). Sex isn't inherently addictive, yet there are healing groups for sex addicts" who are addicted to it, who destroy their lives seeking it, who cannot go a day without it, and so on. I don't have an issue keeping away from sugary deals with other than for Ghirardelli dark chocolate - so addictive - Simply one little square & I need to have more. Provided the continuous controversies associated with sugar in the diet, a seminar was held on 26 April 2014 entitled Sugars and Health Controversies: What Does the Science Say?" during the ASN Scientific Sessions and Yearly Fulfilling at Speculative Biology 2014. Dietary fructose decreases circulating insulin and leptin, attenuates postprandial suppression of ghrelin, and increases triglycerides in females. Research study recommends that a person of the main causes for decreased resistance is that sugars hinder the entryway of Vitamin C into white blood cells, which then inhibits resistance.

Genes required for fructose metabolism are expressed in Purkinje cells in the cerebellum. Lunch: spiralised zucchini/courgette noodles, parmesan cheese, garlic olive oil, and a piece of fruit. I likewise recommend you to avoid high fructose corn syrup (HFCS) at all costs. quit sugar Sugary sugary foods are a guilty extravagance for most of us. As children there's little that compared to the adventure of reaching into that candy container for an illicit reward. To help balance brain chemicals and reset your level of sensitivity to sugarcoated, we recommend making cultured foods a top priority. Sea vegetables have a high mineral material, while consuming anything with sugar right away diminishes minerals from your body. After over a years of sugar dependency research, Hoebel et al. 51 claim to, '... still utilize the very same fundamental technique to get clear signs of food dependence by enforcing a feeding schedule that consistently causes sugar bingeing after a duration of fasting'.

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Time Sensitive Bulletin “DO YOU KNOW THE FIVE WEIGHT LOSS SECRETS OF EATING MORE AND YET CAUSE YOUR BODY TO WEIGH LESS?

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“I know what I have to do if I want to lose weight and stay healthy: eat a proper diet and exercise. All I've got to do is apply it...”

John Candy

(He was a Canadian actor and comedian known mainly for his work in Hollywood films. Candy rose to fame as a member of the Toronto branch of the Second City and its related Second City Television series.)

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OULD YOU DO ME A BIG FAVOUR PLEASE? Will you once and for all put aside every notion you ever had about diets. Toss out your food pyramids, your low calories cookies, your bananas, and your carob-packed breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. ’ And while you’re at it, throw away words such as willpower, motivation, cravings, and urges. Alright?

   IN TRUTH, YOU ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN A NEW WAY OF LIFE. You will feel fabulous on a day-to-day basis and lose weight, too. Within the pages of this bulletin you will learn about weight loss secrets of eating more and yet you can craft your body to weigh less. Trust me it’s so innovative, so exciting, and so effective that it will blow your mind. Believable? You bet!

 A moment please! Before you plunge into the deep end of this ‘pool’ let me warn you it’s critical for you to pause and read to get a feel of this bulletin. Alright?

 OVERVIEW

 Let me kick off this preview on the five weight loss mysteries of eating extra and yet compel your body to weigh less with a few distilled sentences. Agreed? First of all, don’t be surprised you can eat more but you must combined your extra eating with sensible exercise.  Surprisingly the next undisclosed item is merely selecting only those extra food that serve as a high octane fuel. Believe it or not, you can eat more food i.e. six meals a day to enjoy this benefit. Next you will be shell shocked with another secret i.e. you must eat more of food that is inflated with air. Lastly you will be amazed when I mention that the next secret is to eat lower calorie appetizers before the main course. Does this few sentences now whet your appetite to read more? You bet!

 First thing first. Alright?

SECRETS NO. 1. YOU CAN EAT MORE BUT MUST COMBINED WITH SENSIBLE EXERCISE

This first secret may be liken as one foot in the door to this bulletin, so to speak.  You and me may ask, apart from food intake, why is exercise advocated as a solution for weight loss too?  The answer is, exercise raises your metabolism, allowing your body to burn up the excess fat. That is why, beginners are encouraged to exercise often, in small doses. I refer to this as ‘maintenance exercise’ such as taking 30-minute walks daily, and even doing housework every day. 

BUT THEN, WHY ARE FITNESS PROFESSIONALS also promoting eating for weight loss?  This second question is that if we do eat more, then logically we must exercise extra to burn off the unwanted calories so we can enjoy ourselves to eat more! Agree or not?

Underscoring that secret well, we now shall proceed to the secret of selecting high energy food! Shall we? SECRETS NO. 2. YOU MUST SELECT FOOD THAT SERVE AS A HIGH OCTANE FUEL.

 You may have heard the phrase, ‘Food for fuel’. Well, that is just what it means.  It is a subtle ploy to encourage better eating habits and correct bad ones. Oddly enough, the lack of exercise is often not even mentioned as a more likely cause of the scales tipping over.  Truly, it’s nearly always just a matter of eating more of such food than what your body needs and ‘poof’ your weight disappear over time.  Personally, I believe there is a huge difference between petroleum grade RON92 and RON97. If you want more power, better fuel efficiency and a cleaner engine, then RON97 is a fuel but it costs more. Get my drift? THE SAME PRINCIPLE APPLIES TO FOOD, and quality food does cost more. Compare, for example, burger and fries to a light pasta and side salad. Both give about the same amount of energy in calories, but only one encourages better performance from the body. To say the least!

By the way, are we still on the same page or rather on the same screen, if you are then let’s go full speed ahead? Alright?

SECRETS NO. 3. YOU CAN MORE PREFERABLY EAT MORE SUCH AS SIX MEALS A DAY 

You guess it right! There are only two occasions when I actually do that when I’m on holiday, and during the three days of Chinese New Year! Otherwise, most of us can’t actually eat six meals a day. That is just too much food. That idea was coined years ago by bodybuilders on training. Their type of training requires eating a whole chicken daily, and up to a dozen eggs. But what does it really mean total six meals a day? 

OUR ENERGY LEVEL HAVE HIGHS AND LOWS throughout the day, and this is usually caused by .our fluctuating calories our body requires.  And maintain a steady blood sugar level because we never allow ourselves to go hungry. Waiting too long between meals, or having irregular mealtimes, often results in those familiar moments of lethargy we feel throughout the day when your blood sugar levels begin to crash.

One moment please! Below is not just another secret but one that you should seriously read and follow! Agree?

SECRETS NO. 4. YOU MUST EAT MORE FOOD THAT IS INFLATED WITH AIR

 No matter how you cut and dice it, the fact remains that when you incorporate air into foods it actually puffs them up. “Because airy foods are bigger, they trick your brain into thinking you’re eating more,” says Barbara Rolls. The proof: researchers at Penn State University gave volunteers a similar-size snack of dense Cheetos Crunchy or more voluminous Cheetos Puffs. Those who munched on the puffs ate 70 fewer calories even though they polished off 73 percent more by volume. When possible, opt for airy eats:  Cheerios over granola, bread over crackers and tubular pasta like rigatoni in place of spaghetti.

Incidentally, here is the best and juiciest secret that would really surprise you. Don’t believe? Just read on and you will agree with me. Okay?

 SECRETS NO. 5. TRY TO EAT MORE LOW CALORIE APPETIZER BEFORE THE MAIN COURSE

 This is a real kicker if I may say so myself. Honest to God, when you dine in or dine out, you should fill up a little before the main course is served to me. As a matter fact do order a soup, salad, or share an appetizer with your guest. Recently, I've started to order a side dish, like roasted Brussels sprouts or grilled asparagus, from the a la carte selections as a healthy option to ward off hunger pangs and pace myself during the meal. At home, my wife will throw together a quick salad with greens, cherry tomatoes, and a little olive and balsamic vinegar or snack on roasted veggies from the previous night's dinner. Honestly, this would surely help you take the edge off my hunger, so you don't overeat when dinner is served.

 Let's do a quick recap with this paragraph. Least we forget. Any problem with that?

 Without sounding like a broken record let me restate the essences of the five weight loss secrets of eating more and yet make your body to weigh less. If you recall there is this secret that you can certainly eat more but must combined with sensible exercise.  Next, you should not forget to select only food that serve as a high octane fuel. Plus, can eat more times or six meals throughout the day with equal proportions. Additionally you would recall that it is wise to eat more of food that is especially food that is inflated with air.. Above all else, remember to eat lower calorie appetizer before the main course. By now, I hope you can connect the dots. True or not?

 Believe me, it is NOT a moment too early, it may already be a second too late to wrap-up this article with these final few sentences. Yes?

  Trust me, this article is not simply a write-up urging you to jump into mindless conclusion. Instead by now it may already awaken you to the fact that what you read may not automatically believe the results yourself! However, this five weight loss secrets of eating more and yet craft your body to weigh less is a time proven and scientifically tested program. In all honesty, it does not deal with hocus-pocus or mystical spells. You will now agree these secrets contain sound, scientific methodologies to keep food cravings at bay and help you to eat more but lose weight and feel wonderful.

BUT IT IS STILL ONLY WORDS until you decide to internalize and implement them. And that’s when your eat more and weight less diet becomes more than “just a diet plan.”  Ultimately, it becomes an act of love. An act of affirmation designed for you and me. Get the picture? I am sure you will! A big ‘Thank you’ for reading up to this sentence. Yes?

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 With My Sincere Thanks to You

Yours Truly

 CTM Joseph Ng

Weight Loss Coach & Adviser

July  2017

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