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ficforce · 4 years ago

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Cold Season

I wrote this whilst I was ill… It’s likely awful. Hinawa: No one even realised that Hinawa was sick until after he had collapsed in the break room. He had been quieter than usual and didn’t seem to take notice of the chaos that Arthur and Shinra were causing whilst Maki tried to stop them, Y/N had made him tea earlier but he had barely touched it… then he just passed out. Y/N had been closest after Obi and they laid him out on the couch to check his vitals, she noted right away that his skin was hot and with his hat removed she could see how pale he was. Why hadn’t she noticed? She was his girlfriend for goodness sake! “I’ll carry him to bed, Y/N, would you mind looking after him for a while?” Obi lifted the other man like it was easy and she followed after him quickly, “He’s real stubborn when it comes to his health, he’ll tell others to take a break or rest but when it comes to himself…” “He’s like any mother hen, he puts the chicks before himself – it’s one of the things I really love about him, Captain.” Obi threw a smile her way as she opened the door for him, “But you still wanna punch him for not saying anything, right?” “That’s correct, right in his dumb face.” They got him on the bed and Y/N unzipped his orange jumpsuit, “I’ll take care of it from here, would you mind sending some cold water and a flannel down, maybe some painkillers?” The man gave her a nod and headed out, Y/N pulled his arms out of the sleeves and tried to lift him a little to get it off; why did he have to be so heavy? Hinawa let out a soft groan and his eyes opened groggily, realising what was going on he sat up and made to get out of bed, “You’ve got a temperature, Takehisa, don’t you dare get up. Captain told me to look after you.” “… Then at least let me get out of these clothes.” Her eyes widened as she realised he wasn’t going to argue and she moved so he could change into a loose pair of pants and a tshirt before he laid back down. Y/N brushed her fingers over his jaw and then removed his glasses to set aside, “You should have said something sooner.” He let out a sound that was either denial or agreement to her words, “You got a headache?” “A little.” He hadn’t wanted to cause trouble for anyone, he wasn’t good at asking for help in the first place and now he had taken a member of their team away from duty to look after him, “I figured I would be fine.” “You’re just not used to being looked after, you have me now, Takehisa, you have Company 8 too, we’re your family and we can’t have our Mother running himself into the ground.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and spent the rest of the day looking after him. Obi: Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin when the sound of metal crashing down onto the floor startled her. Turning her head she was surprised to see that Obi had dropped one of his ridiculously heavy dumbbells, “…You forget to chalk your hands or you just didn’t like the floor?” “Felt like all the strength left my arm…” his muscles had been aching since he’d gotten up that morning and felt out of breath, he hadn’t felt great the night before but he had hoped it would go away. “I think I’m gonna go lay down for a while.”

The woman got up from her seat and reached for his forehead, “You’re a little warm, you did sound a little raspy at breakfast too – you could have caught Vulcan’s chest infection.” His eyes seemed a little glazed over and he was swaying ever so slightly on his feet, “Come on, I’ll get you some medicine and let Lieutenant Hinawa know you’re not feeling great.” Obi went with her obediently, they passed by Iris and Tamaki, the two girls sympathetic at their Captain’s condition, they agreed to let Hinawa know so that Y/N could look after Obi. “Wow, you’re fading fast, Akitaru,” his pace was slowing and he had to stop to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness overwhelmed him, “Easy… come on, we’re nearly there.” He practically fell onto the bed when they got there, he hadn’t felt this weak since last time he was ill – it was a rare occurrence but when he was hit he went down hard, “I want the mascots at my funeral, make sure Hinawa wears something normal… tell my girlfriend I love her.” “I love you too,” she ruffled his hair a little, “And you’re not going to die… it’s just a cold.” “Will you feed me soup and rub that gross stuff on my chest to help me breathe?” Obi caught her wrist and brought her down for a hug; who knew he would be such a baby?

Rekka:

Rekka was either too stupid to stop or too stubborn, Y/N wasn’t sure which and she exhaled loudly when the man hunched over to cough almost violently. He was trying to finish his morning laps despite being told he was too sick, he’d come down with a cough a few days before and thought he could burn it out through sheer willpower and prayer. “Rekka,” she called and began uncapping the bottle of water she had brought, “Oi! If you start running again I’ll kneecap you! Rekka!” He waved her off with a dumb grin and made it a few more paces before he fell onto his hands and knees. “Nuisance is gonna be a nuisance… what a nuisance.” Karim had come out after Burns had told him to fetch the moron on the running track – he figured that the Captain meant Rekka. “If he’s not listening to you, Y/N, I’ve got less of a chance.” “Leave it with me, I didn’t come all the way across Tokyo to watch him run; he’s such an inconsiderate man at times.” “He’s hot-blooded, probably burned right through his fever. Want me to freeze him?” Y/N looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he looked vaguely serious so she shook her head and wandered over to her fallen priest. Her hand stroked his back and she handed him the bottle, “You’re setting a bad example for the kids, you tell them to rest when they’re ill but you’re out here trying to literally fight a cold.” Rekka looked up at her, his expression forced as he tried to tell her he was fine but then he slumped into her arms, “Rekka!” He was out of breath and when she cupped his cheek to bring his head up a little he pressed into it with a mumble of her being cold; perhaps he hadn’t burned through his fever. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll make you something good to eat and even bring it to you in bed, how’s that sound?” “My stars…” it was a little mumble but he sounded somewhat happy for her offer. Foien Li: Foien was a sensible man, as soon as he had felt himself coming down with a cold he had signed himself off for a few days, he stayed in his room and tried a few home remedies. There was a day when he felt terrible, he hoped he could sleep it off and start to feel better… A knock on his door alerted him to a visitor and when it opened a little he smiled at Y/N peeking through at him, “You’ll get sick too.” “Then you can take care of me,” she placed a tray down on his desk, patiently waiting for him to sit himself up before handing him a mug of hot honey and lemon, “I brought you a couple of books to read, It can’t be any fun locked up here… Did I see you at the back of the Cathedral this morning?” “I wanted to attend prayers but I didn’t want to get anyone else sick,” Foien gave a sigh as she pressed her hand to his forehead, it felt cooler than his skin and he pressed into the touch, his eyes opened a little and Y/N gave him a bright smile – she always said he had the prettiest eyes. He was grateful to her for looking after him and even though he risked making her ill and having to confess later, the man leaned over to kiss her cheek, “What would I do without you, Y/N?” Y/N adjusted her habit a little to hide her flushed face, “You’d have to rely on Karim to look after you and he’d complain the whole time…” “It would give me more of an incentive to get better.” His answer made her giggle, the sound made him feel better already. Karim: “I told you to go to bed,” Y/N walked toward the back of the Cathedral where the Lieutenant was leaning his head on the pews in front of him, his slumped over form didn’t move even as she poked him in the shoulder. “Karim, come on, you should be resting…” He raised his head and she sighed at him, he looked all stuffy and his eyes were watery, it was amazing he was even able to walk there in the first place. He never missed her choir practice, it was sweet that he would come even though he had a headache and Foien’s cold from the week before. Y/N took his hand and pulled him up slowly, “Come on.” Karim followed her obediently, no smart comments or sarcasm escaping him as they made their way through the large hallway, they reached his room and she reached

into his pocket for his key, “Should get your own key.” “Imagine the gossip,” She followed him inside and helped him with his clothing, “Though they already talk about us like we’re committing a criminal act, couldn’t you just quit being a priest and then it might be better?” “How about you stop being a nun?” He knew she was kidding, they both took some odd joy out of upsetting the really pious followers of Sol with their relationship, “If you did that though I wouldn’t get to hear you sing anymore…” Karim laid down on top of his covers and coughed, he didn’t understand how he seemed to be worse than Foien was with this, the other Lieutenant had given it to him in the first place. “So sick of being sick.” Y/N pet his hair gently, “Only two repetitions? You must be ill,” Karim gave a half shrug and pulled weakly at his pillow, “Want me to get you anything?” “Just stay with me, Y/N…” Burns: She couldn’t figure out if he was running a fever or not, the Captain retained a large amount of heat at all times, Y/N gave a sigh and offered him an apologetic smile, “I never was a very good nurse, how do you actually feel?” He hadn’t complained about feeling ill but she doubted he would be too verbal about it, the fact that he was wearing his jacket properly and looked like he was cold was really her only clue. “It’s just a bug my kind Lieutenants have gifted me – I’m a little chilly but otherwise I’m sure I’ll survive. You don’t have to worry about me, Y/N” He wasn’t used to being coddled and Leonard felt somewhat pleased by her attention, “I’ll make sure to rest a little.” “It’s hard to imagine you would ever feel cold, you can stay here for a little while and rest, I’ll make you something to eat and you can use the phone to let your Company know. It’s nearly a full hour back home for you, besides, it’s getting late.” He had only come out because she had asked him to visit on his day off, if Y/N had known then she wouldn’t have. Y/N took his hand and gave it a squeeze, “Please, Leonard, let me look after you just this once?” She was looking at him so sincerely that he couldn’t find it in him to say no, the man gave in and nodded, “Just this once.” Konro: “Konro’s dying!” Hinata tugged on Y/N’s sleeve whilst Hikage nodded alongside her. “Konro’s not dying, he’s got a cold.” She shooed the girls away toward the door and told them to go play, it was hard enough looking after her boyfriend without the twins trying to help. Y/N heard him coughing from the hallway and she couldn’t help but wince a little at how painful it sounded – his lungs were already shot from the tephrosis. There was no doubt he was suffering but he was pretty stubborn in keeping it to himself. “I brought you something to hopefully help your throat,” she knelt beside his futon and helped him sit up, Konro gave her a weak smile and once more insisted he just needed to nap it off. “Drink this, then you can take a nap… it’ll probably help you sleep better too.” He wasn’t getting much rest as it was, the coughing would wake him up and then he wouldn’t be able to settle down again for a long while. Konro hated feeling like a burden, he felt like that most days and now he was knocked out by this… it was irritating how he could fight most things but a cold simply wasn’t one of them. “You know you’re gonna get sick too, right? It’s probably too late to stop it from happening now.” “If I get sick, will you look after me?” As if she really had to ask. The man reached out and gently cupped the back of her head before pulling her close and pressing his forehead to hers, “Course I will, I won’t be as good as it as you are but I won’t let that stop me.” Benimaru: Benimaru reverted into a small child when he got ill, he had ignored it for so long that, one day, every symptom hit him at once and the Captain went down. His eyes watered, he couldn’t hear out of his left ear, his throat hurt, his chest hurt, he was cold and there was nothing he could do about it now. He’d bundled himself up in a large blanket and huddled against his girlfriend as she had sat

minding her own business. Y/N had moved the blanket a little to peek under the hood he had made with it and glassy red eyes looked at her almost pleadingly. Benimaru wasn’t clingy. He especially didn’t come into the main room, wrapped in a blanket cocoon and nestle into her side like a sad, oversized toddler. “Good Luck moving him.” Konro sighed as he entered the room, he was fully aware of the Beni Bio-hazard Blanket, “I’ll get some medicine for him… you’d better just accept you’re not moving from there without him.” Y/N looked back down at her boyfriend and reached in to stroke his hair, “You can’t fight a cold, huh?” He wriggled a little closer to her and rested his head on her shoulder, content for her to pet his hair and when Konro returned with the medicine, he made her feed it to him; his excuse being that he was cold and trapped in the blanket. She figured he was just craving the attention and felt needy from being so poorly. For the rest of that day he communicated in differently toned whines, grunts and ‘tch’, the only time he left her side was when one of them needed to pee.

#shinmon benimaru #hinawa Takehisa #obi akitaru #rekka hoshimiya #foien li #karim flam #leonard burns #sagamiya konro #reader #sick #HC

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expired-monster-craft-smp · 4 years ago

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Vibes Dream SMP members give off (in my opinion)

Dream

Barked at people in high school ironically but it became unironic real quick

Can’t cook very well but is good with a knife, especially at a fast pace

One of those kids who either purposely spells the first word wrong in a spelling bee to just be done with it right away or tries the hardest and manages to win (there is no inbetween for this heathen)

Bites ice cream with his teeth

Has snorted pixie stix far too many times and sneezed blue after each time

Eats bananas with the peels

Wears mismatched socks

Has taken a bite out of a pool noodle because he liked the texture and impulsively bit it (ADHD things✨😌)

Walks around looking extremely high but he’s just spacin out and stuck in his head

Dreams (lmao) in Minecraft and video games in general

Will flirt with anything that moves but has no idea how to respond to compliments

Makes fun of himself first before anyone else can

Has eaten an orange peel and it wasn’t that bad in his humble opinion

Wears khaki shorts

Eats the wax part of the baby bell cheese

Doesn’t actually know what genre his music taste is cause he vibes to everything

Georgenotfound

Picks at the skin on his lip when it’s dry so it bleeds and he tries not to give in by licking his lips often enough to the point where it became a habit

Wears velcro shoes because he doesn’t feel like tying them (he knows how, he just doesn’t wanna do it)

Eats peanut butter straight from the jar

Makes that disgusting “ants on a log” thing (celery stick filled with peanut butter topped with a row of raisins)

Can’t drink milk plain, it’s gotta have some sort of flavour

Can draw a perfect straight line but his circles look Terrible

Eats cheez-its like cereal without milk

Loves making little noises so much like he walks around his house doin chores and he’s just goin “memememenownownwnkwkshskshkshskhs”

Hates wearing socks

Coloured his tongue with highlighters because they’re non-toxic

Constantly tapping his feet and hands to a song/beat playing in his head

I can’t imagine this man using a bike of any sort, so Imma say he doesn’t know how

Can’t be licked by dogs because he’s used to being licked by his cat so it makes him uncomfortable

Can actually sing pretty well but gets real nervous in front of people so he fucks it up

Sapnap

No idea how to cook anything other than Mac and cheese please help this man

Meows at cats because he wants to confuse them and laughs Way too hard when he does (his laugh is like sunshine so I’ll allow it)

Would be fantastic at braiding hair Idk why

Gives the BEST fuckin hugs EVER

When singing, he makes noises for the instrumental parts too

Wanted to play the drums at one point

Really likes pit bulls but he’s more of a cat person so he loves them from afar

Only vaguely knows how to shave his face properly without hurting himself

Opportunities for him come up out of pure luck but mans is skilled for them so it works out well almost Always

Used to or currently has a skateboard and isn’t too bad

ALWAYS has bruises appearing everywhere for no reason, he doesn’t even know where 90% of them are from

Calls his friends twinks to jokingly bully them and gets away with it because he himself is not a twink

Gets sudden bursts of energy in the middle of the night and just shimmies around a bit to try and deal with it

Favours spearmint over peppermint

Arsonist

Banned from three (3) Dave & Busters in Texas

Badboyhalo

Washes his hands after doing literally anything

Likes the bird exhibits at the zoo (specifically the penguins)

Very good at cooking, best at soups and stews

If he painted his nails they would definitely be a baby blue

Overthinks very simple things and it makes him look less smart than he actually is

Drinks tap water

Probably prefers whiskey over beer

Knows how to tap dance a bit

Surprisingly good at taking and handling shots

Steady hands

Adds extra chocolate to hot chocolate

Plays sudoku and is really really good at it (only uses pen when he plays)

Everytime he sees a Himalayan salt lamp he NEEDS to lick it despite knowing it’s very salty and he’ll pull a face afterwards

Not great at Rock Paper Scissors

Wears sunglasses inside for no reason at all, he just,,,Does

Still has a stuffed animal from childhood perched on his bed

Probably tried his hand at archery

Tommyinnit

He has no idea how to use a baby voice on children or animals, so he just talks to them normally

Wears socks to bed

His fingers are double jointed

Always starts twitching if he stays still for too long because he’s gotta move around

His shoes and have different laces and it bothers everyone but himself

Doodles on himself in class when he’s bored or not paying attention

Has really good hearing, both with pitch and volume

Can’t eat tomato’s by themselves, it’s either gotta be in sauce form or with something else

FUCKING LOVES STRING CHEESE

Terrible handwriting

Favourite part of a slice of bread is the crust

Wants to paint his nails black to be cool and edgy but his hands are far from steady and he has no clue how to paint nails

Pretty affectionate with close friends (like Tubbo and Wilbur) off stream/camera

He likes pears for some reason

Wilbur Soot

Is constantly having to decide between leaving his hair as is or shaving all of it off

He also thinks about adding some colour but never actually does

Most tea is gross to him

Everytime he puts a breath mint thats circular in his mouth, he pretends it’s a pill and he’s taking drugs because he thinks that’s funny

He does that vacant state as a joke but that really what he looks like when he’s spacing out

Likes to aggressively flirt with his male friends but if his female friends flirt with him, he gets a bit flustered

Has probably accidentally swallowed a guitar pick

Once drank two entire jars of pickle juice

Bonks his head on anything and everything

He has broken a pair of glasses by walking face first into a pole outside

Thinks kinetic sand is fun

Has passionate arguments with others about trivial and random topics like chicken feet

Can open a beer bottle with his teeth

Would accidentally pop and swallow a bracket if he had braces

Tubbo

Hates sharp cheddar cheese

Everytime he learns a new word it’s in every sentence he says for the next week or so

Ate candle wax for a dare once

Doesn’t know how to tie a tie and will probably never learn

Wanted to do ballet at one point but decided not to

He has eaten multiple flowers for absolutely no reason other than wanting to know how they taste

Starts vibrating if he’s too excited

Used to bite his nails

ABSOLUTELY DESPISES MUSTARD

Has eaten paper and says it doesn’t taste that bad

Enjoys telling his friends how much they mean to him (this has resulted in Tommy and Wilbur crying on a few seperate occasions)

Spaces out a lot and doesn’t often pay attention to his surroundings

Gets lost inside of Best Buy’s

Likes s’mores but doesn’t properly understand how to make them

Technoblade

Learned to cook purely out of spite and found it’s actually pretty fun

Constantly getting smacked in the face by trees when walking outside

Really likes apple pie

Everytime he looks at potatoes he thinks of all the hours he spent trying to win the potato war

Starts things as a joke and gets too into it

Doesn’t like the taste of most energy drinks

Has rubbed salt and lemon juice into an open wound to just,,see how it felt (he did it once and Hated it but did it again because he forgot what it felt like)

Sometimes hates how quiet he is because everyone he knows is loud and talks over him

Despite how he is portrayed in the Dream SMP, he is extremely loyal to his friends and would kill for them

Over seasons his food because he can’t taste it otherwise

Really good balance

Doesn’t like to wear bright colours, but still enjoys wearing colours

Good at knitting

Quackity

Actually fairly quiet when off camera

Will accidentally use Spanish grammar while speaking English sometimes

Country music confuses him

Doesn’t really like kids but they really like him

Can’t dance

Hardest drugs he’s ever done is second hand smoke from a cigarette and children’s Tylenol

His favourite jolly ranchers are the red and blue ones

He uses lighters as fidget toys basically

Will have a breakdown, take a bubble bath, and call himself the self care king

Dehydrated

Wants a pet rat but he already has a cat and doesn’t wanna risk anything

Constantly questions why his main source of income is playing Minecraft with two 16 year olds

Karl Jacobs

Probably ate a spider once

Would wear those socks that are like gloves for you feet where it separates all the toes

Eats ravioli straight from the can, cold

Can answer an incredibly complex math equation fairly easily but will stumble over 12x11

Loves kids so much and speaks to them in a soft voice

Tried making ramen in a coffee pot and broke it

Drinks 2 monster energy drinks a day on average

Likes to open walnuts with his teeth but doesn’t actually eat them

The embodiment of that one John Maulany joke where he says you could spill soup in his lap and HE’D apologize to YOU

Loves physical affection so so much!!!!

If he moves his wrists in a certain way, they pop Really Loudly

Fantastic at making cookies

Fundy

Lowkey actually a furry but more on like, a cat boy level than fursuit level

Drives a Honda Civic

Likes ABBA

Adds parsley to almost anything he makes food-wise

Loves garlic bread so much, he’d commit a federal crime for it

Middle child vibes

Decent at skiing

Good at singing but isn’t terribly confident

Seems responsible at first glance but in reality he’s pretty chaotic and childish

Bad at spelling

Always cuts his nails way too short so they always feel weird/hurt

Likes bracelets and rings

Thinks pastel colours slap

JSchlatt

Despite the character he plays, he’s actually really sweet

He’s genuinely that cryptic off camera as he is on camera

Can cook but chooses not to most of the time

Would probably say “what pussy size you wear” to anyone who asks him to buy pads

Not actually as intimidating as he appears to be

Lowkey would fight a child

Shuts down when someone compliments him, often using aggression as a front because holy shit they just called him handsome and kind what the Fuck-

Jokingly says his license is suspended but in all actuality he never got his license in the first place

He has two (2) extra teeth but they don’t need to be removed so he kept them

Has a stick n poke of a stickman on his ankle he got in high school

Likes physics

This is already very long, and I still plan on adding more.

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moonknightly · 5 years ago

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Mistakes and Sour Grapes : Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader (One)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Excerpt: “You were totally fucking staring, and he totally fucking caught you, and wait, maybe he was staring back and had his cheeks been pink the whole time?”

Warnings: Alcohol, some cursing, future parts are gonna be slutty.

I am extremelyyyyy unsure about this so if it’s a thing you guys are into, please, please let me know.

[SERIES MASTERLIST]

Bars weren’t really your thing.

Especially in a city that was typically known to be overrun with tourists at any given time of year.

They were crowded and loud, and you usually weren’t the biggest fan of the style of music blaring through nearly shot speakers, and you definitely weren’t a fan of the headache you’d often suffer with afterwards from the absurd amount of bass they deemed necessary. They smelled bad, they were dark and dingy and gross, and many patrons were less than respectful and showed little regard after knocking back a few drinks.

It really wasn’t your thing.

But you had a friend who worked as a bartender at a small brewery and local restaurant, and that was definitely more your speed, and honestly the only time you did end up sitting at a bar. Most Friday and Saturday nights, you found yourself practically drooling over a plate of delicious food and, depending on your mood, either a beer or a cocktail while making smalltalk with Finn as he worked. And most of the time, you’d end up the last customer in the building, staying late to help Finn put away glasses or wipe down the counter, partially so he could get out of there faster, but mainly because you just enjoyed spending your time there.

It was one of those nights now, where you were behind the bar, a rag in your hand as you wiped water droplets from still warm tumblers while Finn worked on the wine glasses.

“I’m telling you,” Finn said from behind you. “You’d make more money bartending here.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully as you peeked over your shoulder towards him.

“I have a job,” you reminded him for the hundredth time in the last ten days. Ever since another bartender had put in their two weeks, he had been trying to convince you to put in an application.

“Yeah, a shitty one. Come on, I could move out to the beer garden, you could take over in here. It would be absolutely perfect.”

You laughed, shaking your head almost teasingly. “Perfect for your schedule maybe.”

“And for yours! Look, you hate waking up early. If you worked here, you could sleep in until noon if you wanted. And we’d be coworkers. What more could you ask for in a job?”

You rolled your eyes again, turning back to the look at the tumbler in your hand, falling back into a comfortable silence.

One that didn’t last long by any means, for Finn was apparently damned and determined.

“I mean technically, you’re already working. Might as well get paid to do it.”

“Putting away glasses is hardly working.”

“You’d get tips nightly instead of having to wait every other week for a paycheck. And did I mention you’d make more?”

“Might make more, but it’s not consistent.”

“You like the vibe up here. You like the building.”

Now there was a point that you would actually consider.

You did like the vibe.

It was laid back, relaxed while still being a more refined atmosphere. Most people who sat at the bar were corporate workers or couples, just looking to have a drink and a good meal after a long day, and the other restaurant goers were typically families.

The building itself was just a year away from turning two hundred years old, and the history behind it intrigued you to no end, including the fact that it was said to be the most haunted building in the city. That was something you were entirely into.

You hesitated, tilting your head to the side and gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe.”

His response came in the form of a bar towel snapping through the air and hitting the back of your thigh, and you yelped before dissolving into a fit of laughter, thankfully having just set the last tumbler in its place. You were pretty sure you would have dropped it had it still been in your hands.

Finn hung the last wine glass just after — his last task for the night, and you were ready to make your escape, but before you could even push back from the counter he was reaching around you for two of the tumblers you had just put away.

“Okay, we’ve gotta take a shot to celebrate, and we’re makin’ it a double.”

You laughed again, the sound completely exasperated yet so amused at the same time. “Finn, I didn’t say yes. And even if I put in an application, I’m not guaranteed to get it.”

“Oh you’re gettin’ it alright,” he snorted, shaking his head. “I’ll beg if I have to. Now what are we having?”

“You’re still on the clock.”

He narrowed his eyes playfully, whipping his head around dramatically, quite literally spinning in place, arms open wide as he gestured to the empty restaurant. “And who the hell is going to care? I’ll just put it on your tab.”

A third laugh, and a reason Finn was your best friend. He could always make you fucking laugh. You raised your hands in mock surrender.

“Now what are we having?” he repeated his prior question, quirking an eyebrow.

You thought about it for a moment, drumming your fingers along the countertop, lips pursed. “Chocolate cake shots.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“What kind of bartender are you?”

“A shitty one apparently,” he scoffed, his eyebrow raising just a fraction higher. “Now explain.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s one part vodka, one part Frangelico, and-”

“-and a sugared lemon on a sugared rim.”

You jumped, and Finn nearly dropped the glasses as a new voice echoed throughout the room, but you watched as he quickly relaxed, a look of recognition crossing over his face.

He turned slowly, the action conveying mock annoyance, and you peeked around him, glancing towards where the voice had come from.

A man with short salt and pepper curls and tanned skin was walking down the staircase, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans and a smug smirk tugging at his lips. A noise caught in your throat, one you wouldn’t have even been able to begin to describe, and Finn managed to catch it, glancing back towards you for just a brief second before turning his attention back to the man approaching.

The undeniably handsome, gorgeous, breathtaking man in an olive green hoodie with the sleeves pushed up mid-forearm, a good two day’s worth of stubble covering his jaw. A small scar on his cheek. Big brown eyes.

Were you staring? Fuck, you were totally staring.

You were totally fucking staring, and he totally fucking caught you, and wait, maybe he was staring back and had his cheeks been pink the whole time?

“Of course you’re still here. Do you ever leave or did you convert one of the rooms upstairs into an apartment?”

“There’s an idea,” the man chuckled, tearing his gaze away from you, and you felt a small amount of air flood back into your lungs.

You were still staring though, blatantly so, and you couldn’t even find the shame to stop yourself. You watched as his eyes fluttered back over to you, quickly, for a mere second before he eyed the tumblers in Finn’s hand, quirking an eyebrow.

“She wanted to buy me a drink and it would’ve been rude to turn a customer down,” Finn deadpanned, and you couldn’t help but snort.

The man shrugged, leaning against the counter opposite of you. “Make it three.”

“Yes sir.”

Finn grabbed a third glass after setting the first two down, not taking his eyes off of what he was doing as he nodded towards you, saying your name.

“This is Poe Dameron, the owner. Dameron, you are now in the presence of my best friend in the entire galaxy.”

He repeated your name, and Poe smiled, pushing off the counter and extending a hand out to you.

“S’nice to meet you.”

You nodded, your cheeks suddenly feeling a touch warmer than they had been before as you took his hand in yours, shaking it firmly. “You too.”

He smiled again, nodding his head, holding onto you for just a second longer than what would be considered customary before letting go. He stayed next to you though, folding his arms across his chest as he glanced towards Finn again.

“Now, why are we taking shots?”

“Because she’s,” Finn said, pointing a finger towards you, “applying for the open bartender position.”

Poe raised an eyebrow, turning his attention towards you. “Is that right?”

Your blush only intensified as you noticed those big brown eyes of his flutter quickly over your body, just once, for just a split second. You nodded.

“Have you ever bartended before?”

“Not really,” you admitted, just a hint of a nervous edge in your voice.

Poe shrugged. “Fast learner?”

You nodded again, and Finn spoke before you had a chance to.

“And she apparently already knows more than I freakin’ do. Chocolate cake shots, what the hell?”

“Trust me,” you said, a small chuckle following.

Poe smirked again. “It tastes exactly how it sounds.”

Finn shook his head, adding the sugared lemons to the finished drinks before passing them out.

“You gotta hold the lemon juice in your mouth while you take the shot though,” you added, already taking the wedge off the rim.

Poe nodded, following your actions. “If you don’t, you’ll ruin it.”

You and Poe took your shots first, Finn watching before throwing back his own, his eyes widening in surprise as the liquid ran down his throat.

“Holy shit, you weren’t lying.”

“Have I ever led you wrong?” you laughed, wiping at a stray drop of vodka and Frangelico that ran down your chin.

You could feel Poe staring at you as you did so, and you chose to ignore it, and this time, you attributed the blush on your cheeks to the alcohol slowly moving through your veins.

You reached for Poe’s glass, grabbing Finn’s as well before moving to clean them, just as an excuse to put a little distance between you and Poe. You heard the two of them quietly talking, about what, you didn’t know, couldn’t hear over the running water, and only when the glasses were clean and back in their place did you tune back in.

“Where’s Bee?”

Poe shrugged. “She’s around here somewhere.”

“Who’s Bee?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, looking between the two men in front of you.

“His lady,” Finn chuckled, his answer earning him a sharp jab to the ribs and a small snort from Poe.

Oh, so he was taken?

Figures. A man so beautiful certainly had a woman just as gorgeous on his arm.

Before you had a chance to say anything further, Poe whistled, the sound loud and echoing off the walls, and you jumped for the second time that night. Just ten seconds later, the clattering of nails across hardwood could be heard throughout the restaurant, and a big, white German Shepherd came bounding around the corner of the bar, practically jumping into her owner’s arms.

“Oh hello there sweet girl, were you taking a nap downstairs again?” Poe cooed, scratching the large dog behind her ears.

Bee whined affectionately, her tail wagging erratically. You flushed, laughing at yourself just a little bit for how your mood had taken a hit at the idea of him being taken. You had known him for less than ten minutes.

You watched the two interact for a few seconds, your arms folded loosely over your chest.

“You can pet her if you’d like.”

“Oh how could I ever turn down such an offer?”

You immediately knelt onto the ground, ready and eager to be attacked by the big floof of white fur, but Bee didn’t turn her attention away from her owner, causing you to over exaggerate a pout and Poe to laugh.

“Bee, you’re not working right now sweetheart.”

You looked up at him, tilting your head to the side just a fraction. “Working?”

“Service dog,” Poe shrugged, a mannerism you were quickly learning was signature. “Even when she’s not wearing her vest she likes to think she’s on call.”

You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, knowing not to pry but also not knowing exactly how to respond.

“She seems to be good at her job,” you settled on finally.

Poe chuckled quietly, nodding his head, not offering up an explanation himself, but that was to be expected. You were still mere strangers.

“Go say hi.”

Bee nuzzled her nose into Poe’s chest before dropping back down onto all fours, finally turning her attention to you. She ignored your outstretched hand, immediately going for your face, licking your cheek and pawing at your thighs. You giggled, stroking the dog down her back, scratching every now and again.

“I think I might steal her,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows as you glanced up.

Poe only laughed, and you spent several minutes merely petting and playing with Bee behind the bar, giving Poe the opportunity to sneak back upstairs and grab her vest — an orange one with the words “service dog” printed onto the side.

“What’s your schedule like next week?” he asked, giving a short whistle after that immediately made Bee pull away from you, sitting patiently as she waited for her owner to slip her vest on.

You shrugged. “I work in the mornings but otherwise I’m free.”

“Ew, mornings,” Poe mumbled, scrunching up his nose before shaking his head. “Think you can come by Monday night so Finn can start training you?”

Finn let out an excited yelp, and you could only blink.

“Wait, like, train as in...I have the job? Just like that?”

“If you don’t burn the place down Monday night and you enjoy yourself, then yeah,” Poe chuckled. “It’s yours.”

You bit your lip, and you wouldn’t have been able to hide your smile regardless of how hard you tried.

“I’m down, Dameron.”

He smiled right back, holding out his hand for you to shake while also simultaneously pulling you off the floor, and you would’ve crashed into your chest had you not braced yourself against the counter with your free hand.

“Welcome aboard.”

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tweeterbugkayla · 5 years ago

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If there’s anyone who’s dealing with stress/anxiety during this hard time that our world is going through, this is for them and you didn’t stumble across this accidentally. The universe has made this appear to you for a reason. I hope this will help at least someone who’s been overwhelmed by everything and can use some of these techniques in your everyday routine. Reblog/share or tag anyone who needs this!

Everyday when you wake up set the intention it will be a good day. Just realize it’s a new fresh day and nothing will ruin it for you because your intention on it being a good day will play out to it being the best day. Feel it’s a new day and yesterday is the past. It’s gone.

Immediately after you set the intention it’s a new day and it’s gonna be a good one, just for a second think of 1 thing you’re grateful for whether it be just you waking up to see another day, family, pets, roof over your head, the bed you slept in, food, wifi. Anything! Feel it.

Once you get up, go have a glass of water & take vitamins (Multi-vitamins are good.) Instead of coffee that can make you anxious, have a cup of hot tea. (Green, Chai, Lavender, lemon & ginger, black, white) There’s more benefits! It’s calming and healthy for your mind & body.

Now if there’s one thing at all you take from this, let this be it! It’s scientifically proven that delta/beta sound waves and frequencies can effect the mind & body. 432 hz meditation music is so helpful for stress and anxiety. There’s something for everything, healing, stress, sleep, positive energy, cleansing and so much! Use this! https://youtu.be/owVazx83hcc

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While you’re listening to positive music to help your vibrations and drinking hot tea, this is the time I recommend getting out a notebook and making a gratitude list. Write down any and everything you’re grateful for. Having gratitude brings you abundance. Focus on what you have now rather than what you don’t have. “If you focus on what you don’t have instead of what you already have, you’ll never have enough” - Oprah

Take the time right after to feel everything you’re grateful for and meditate. Doesn’t matter how long. Take deep breaths then clear your mind. The apps Headspace & Calm can guide you. There’s also guided meditations for anything on youtube. Crystals also help if you have them. Count 10 of your breaths then start again. Focus on your breathing. Remember. You’re not your thoughts. Imagine a river in your mind flowing and your watching each thought you have go down the stream. Instead of engaging in the thought, just let it go.

A personal thing I always do after meditation is pray/manifest. The reason being is my mind is cleared and my energy is at the strongest point for my message to be delivered to my guardian angels. I can think clearly about what it is I’m asking God/Universe for without unfocusing and they can hear me clearly. Think of it as singles you’re trying to send someone. You can think a sentence in your mind but if you feel it in your heart and inner core, you’re going to be putting off singles of that can be sensed. Kind of like how your pet can sense if you’re happy or not. Or even your best friend or partner. No one can read your mind, but they can most definitely tell when you’re feeling a certain way. It’s the same kind of energy you want to give out into the universe so your prayers can speak for themselves. The way you feel about things, shows how things mean to you and that’s what’s important.

A good thing that also helps after meditation is yoga. It’s a lot of breathing exercises while stretching your body. Your mind isn’t wondering off in the distance because you’re too busy focusing on breathing and stretching at the same time. You have to really be present. You can look up yoga for beginners for 5 minutes if you’re like me and never tried anything like it before. Surprisingly it’s a lot harder than it looks when you actually dive into it. There’s also 30 day challenges and if you have any yoga clothes stores around you, check to see if they do classes. Look into your community to see if any yoga groups have any sessions you can attend. Great way to meet people who are on the same journey or have been through similar things!

After yoga I keep track of everything I’ve done in a notebook. I write down how long I’ve meditated/yoga and if I had any thoughts that distracted me during it & how I felt afterwards. It helps me think about why I had those thoughts interrupt and what I should do.

Throughout my day I’ll sometimes carry around a crystal with me depending on my mood and what I feel I need. You can research different meanings for them but they’re definitely helpful. If my mind begins to wonder I’ll stop myself and say positive affirmations about myself.

If you’re really having a day and it just feels like nothing you do is working, write down as many things about yourself that you love. Literally rewire your subconscious self-beliefs into believing you love yourself 100 percent. Even if you might think you don’t like something about yourself, write that love it anyways. This is still an everyday journey for myself personally because I may not like certain features about myself but I remind myself at least I have this body to carry my soul and life around into the world. It’s a journey that everyday you have to remember to tell yourself positive things. Fill up an entire page of positive affirmations. Self love is key. Your mind really listens to what you say about yourself. If you constantly tell yourself over and over “I’m so gross, I’m sick, I’m disgusting etc.” your body is going to respond to that message and make you start to feel sick. But if you’re loving and caring to yourself and say “I am healthy, I’m beautiful, I feel so amazing” then you’re gonna feel that way. Start with “I ams” I am beautiful, I am smart, I am abundant, I am healthy, I am grateful and so on. You can even go from head to toe and say you love every inch of each body part. There’s also helpful positive affirmations guided videos on YouTube.

At night time before you go to bed, write down in a journal how your day went and literally just let go and write about anything. No one will see it. It’s just you and your journal. But write. I write about my day and my prayers for the night. I’ve been writing in the journals that @taylorswift attached to the Lover booklets. She’s a very successful woman and guess what, she wrote in journals since she was a little girl. It’s so therapeutic to just let out how you feel on the pages of a book instead of hitting send on that tweet that you might end up deleting because you don’t want people to see how so and so at work hurt your feelings.

I can’t tell you how much this routine has changed my life. It can help yours too. I promise. Try this routine for a month and see how it changes your life, & mindset about yourself. Do your research. There’s so much that’s available to you on these topics. Read self help books like “You Are A Bassass” make vision boards of your dreams and goals. Listen to podcasts. Watch videos like Lavendaire, Isabel Palacios and Leeor! Anything with Oprah talking about her spirituality journey is so inspiring. I even watched “A Wrinkle In Time” because of her.

There’s many other ways that help like working out, coloring, painting, clean, doing your own nails, playing with pets, spending time with family, take baths, have a self care spa day. You can actually get L-Theanine vitamins for stress now, Olley has Goodbye stress gummies. I really hope some of this helps someone. If anyone has any questions please reach out to me. It’s definitely a journey we’re all going through and all we can do is take it one day at a time and continue to move forward with our lives. Always here. ❤️

Also wanted to add some films I’ve watched on Netflix that’s helpful and could help someone too. Healing, The Secret and anything to do with Yoga. Also if anyone has any tips or advice or suggestions I would appreciate them! 😊❤️

Share this with your friends who might find this helpful. ❤️

- Kayla 💗

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romanceismycallingcard · 5 years ago

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SaifahZon Fic: soft lemon

I wrote this based on the idea of SaifahZon’s love scene involving crying. So I wrote the softest, gentlest, sweetest love scene I could come up with.

It’s 4248 words.

Zon sighed as he relaxed into the pillows on Saifah’s bed. Tomorrow was the weekend, and he planned on spending the entirety of it with Saifah.

Their relationship was still relatively new - only a few weeks as official boyfriends. Their relationship was steadily growing deeper and more comfortable, and Zon constantly felt like he was dreaming. Saifah was a dream come true to him. There’s never been anyone he felt so safe with - or so loved by. And Zon returned that love in full. Every day, Zon only fell deeper for him. Today, they had barely been able to see each other while at school, but they were able to come home together. And both were looking forward to spending the weekend together. Saifah was finishing getting ready for bed and soon came over after turning off all the lights except for his bedside lamp. He plopped himself down on his side of the bed, pulled his book off his nightstand, and opened it up. Zon rolled onto his side and scooched himself closer to Saifah’s side so he could rest his head by Saifah’s bicep. Zon looked up at Saifah. “Read to me?” Saifah smiled and started reading from his book out loud. Zon felt so relaxed listening to his Sai’s deep steady voice. He curled into Saifah further and wrapped an arm around Sai’s waist, and his breath began to even out. After a while, Saifah put his book down and resituated himself to lie down next to Zon. Zon, in his sleepy half-awake state, merely refitted himself to Saifah’s new position and rested his head on Saifah’s chest. Saifah kissed Zon’s forehead and Zon returned the affection by nuzzling into Saifah’s neck and planting a soft sleepy kiss there. And then another one. And another one. And suddenly, neither of them felt very sleepy anymore. Zon’s kisses trailed up Saifah’s neck and across his jaw and over to his lips where they stayed for quite some time. The kisses were gentle and soft but steadily grew in desire. The need to have more of each other with each heavy breath taken. Saifah wrapped himself around Zon and rolled them so he could be above Zon for easier range of motion. Zon trailed his hands and arms over Saifah’s back and slowly slipped them under Saifah’s soft t-shirt. Everything was slow. And heady. Zon felt like he was floating in heavy water. They were experimenting, exploring, and going further than they had before. Everything was gentle, relaxed, testing, feeling. And they soon found that they both wanted more. Saifah wrenched his mouth away from Zon’s and tried to catch his breath so he could speak. Zon searched his eyes for a clue but patiently waited. Zon also appreciated the chance to breathe properly, but he hoped that what they were doing wasn’t over yet. “My Zon?” he panted. “Hmmm?” Zon pulled Saifah’s neck down so their noses could touch and caress each other’s. Saifah closed his eyes and worked to keep his mind. “Can I…?” Saifah couldn’t quite find the right words, and even if he did, he didn’t know if he was brave enough to speak them out loud. “Mmm…” Apparently they don’t need full sentences to communicate, and Saifah was never more grateful nor relieved. He buried himself into Zon’s neck and continued to softly press his lips to Zon’s freshly washed, smooth skin. Saifah couldn’t hold back the words that flowed from his mouth so easily. “I love you. I love you, My Zon.” His voice nearly cracked. He couldn’t believe he was finally holding his Zon like this, holding him so tightly, wrapped around him as much as he physically could. And Zon was holding him just as securely but with roaming hands. At Saifah’s words, his eyes became glassy. One of his hands found Saifah’s hair and gently pulled Saifah up so they could look at each other. “I love you too.” And they reconnected their lips in a passionate but slow kiss. Their lips gently slid against each other, broke apart, reattached, massaged, and rotated. They shared their breaths and the heat of each other’s bodies. Being able to feel the other person from head to toe made their minds cloudy, and every touch and movement felt both other worldly and the most real thing they had ever experienced. The overwhelming sensations, the intimacy, the dizzying slowness, the intense feeling of love – everything made Zon want to cry, and he did. The tears that had gathered at Saifah’s gentle words finally spilled over, and Zon couldn’t help but gasp his quiet sobs into Saifah’s mouth. Saifah pulled away from the tender kiss, cradled Zon’s head in his hands, and brushed away falling tears with his thumbs. He checked if Zon was okay, and all Zon could do was nod. After a minute and the tears never slowing, Zon whispered, “I love you.” Saifah searched his eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear, but Zon must’ve figured out what he was thinking. “Please,” his words were more a breath than a voice. “Don’t stop.” He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and stared up at Saifah with a pleading gaze, begging. Saifah’s heart, in every way but literal, melted. He wrapped him up in a tight hug, and they simply cuddled and listened to each other breathe – Zon’s still shaking. That is, until Zon started their movements once again himself. He began softly kissing Sai’s neck, buried his fingers in Sai’s hair, hooked a leg over Sai’s hip, and ground upwards. “Are you really sure, My Zon?” He had to ask, had to make sure. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if it’s too much.” Zon quickly shook his head. “No. I want this. I want you. Sai.” He finished with a sniff, still struggling to entirely calm down. “I love you, My Zon.” Zon smiled, so happy though tears were still falling, and nodded. “Me too.” Then he pulled Saifah down again for more soft kisses, however, significantly wetter than before. Saifah’s shirt finally came off after all of Zon’s determined efforts. And Zon’s t-shirt soon followed and was tossed to the floor. When Saifah again came back to Zon, they were now bare chest to bare chest, and Saifah was nestled directly between Zon’s legs. Saifah lifted Zon enough to wrap his arms around Zon’s back and regain the closeness they had. Saifah nuzzled Zon’s neck with his nose and let out a heavy sigh. Zon’s crying, the love they shared, the sensations, seeing how everything is affecting Zon, Saifah felt close to tears as well. He’s been doing so well so far holding back the tears. But now, as they’re continuing closer to the act of ultimate intimacy, he was struggling to keep the tears at bay. A few slipped out, and he quickly blinked to stop more from falling. His love for Zon felt like something inside him was growing too big to fit in his body and he might burst from it. It was overwhelming and heady and addicting. He couldn’t wait to be as close to Zon as he possibly could be, both physically and emotionally. Zon used the leg he had wrapped around Sai to pull him down into a slow, calculated grind, and Saifah snapped. A gross sob broke from his lips, and Zon held him close. Saifah rutted gently into Zon’s smaller body, the frottage only giving him the slightest bit of relief.

Had Saifah’s face not been buried in the curve of Zon’s neck and shoulder, he would have seen Zon also failing to hold back tears. Zon never stopped kissing what his lips could reach of Saifah’s face. Zon craned his neck to kiss Saifah’s ear, the tender spot below the ear, and worked his way down Saifah’s cheek and neck, everywhere he could reach and back again. Their pajama pants were the next thing to come off and soon their boxers with them. Both Zon and Saifah sighed and groaned at the sensation of feeling each other’s burning skin against their own. Every touch and caress was now against fully bared bodies. Hands glided across torsos, backs, stomaches, gently brushed across nipples, and memorized every curve and dip. The vulnerability was tangible, but so was the trust. Zon arched under Saifah and pleaded for more. More of what, he didn’t know; he just knew he wanted more. More of everything. More of Saifah. Saifah slid his hand down Zon’s chest and oh so slowly stroked Zon’s hardness. His touch was so gentle, it was painful. “Eh, ah! Saiii~! I-” He gasped at a sudden change in grip from Saifah. “I- sh! Sai~ more…” He whined, obviously past the ability of full thought. Saifah continued stroking. After only a couple minutes, Saifah paused his touching to reach over and grab a bottle out of his nightstand drawer, and while his hands were free, took the opportunity to wipe away his own tears. Zon groaned at the loss of touch but didn’t need to look or even think that hard to figure out what it was Saifah was reaching for. He breathed and mentally prepared himself for the touch he knew was coming. When Saifah’s fingers slid down Zon’s inner thigh, he gasped and felt a jolt of excitement run straight from those light finger touches to Zon’s heart and caused it to throb. Saifah’s fingers trailed down to their destination, and his slippery index finger circled Zon’s most private area, almost as if giving Zon a moment of warning of what he was about to do. Saifah looked up to Zon’s face and was slightly surprised to see Zon staring back at him, dried tear tracks marking his cheeks. Saifah maintained eye contact as he gently slipped his finger into Zon’s body. Zon jolted slightly and clamped his hands on Saifah’s biceps, but didn’t break eye contact. “Everything okay?” Zon nodded, but as Saifah began to push further in, Zon began wriggling in an effort to get used to the sensation of intrusion. “It… It just… feels strange.” He sighed and took a breath and let it out heavily, and suddenly Saifah felt Zon loosen and relax around his finger. Saifah nodded and started moving his finger and slowly thrusting in and out, never breaking eye contact with his dear Zon. This was something he wanted to make sure he did as carefully as possible. He was willing to put in as much time as needed or more to make sure Zon felt amazing through this. Saifah started thrusting a little deeper and a little deeper, and Zon began to pant more heavily and whine softly. Saifah bent down low to kiss Zon’s lips. After a loving, lingering kiss, Saifah sighed into Zon’s ear, “My Zon…,” And Zon moaned loudly and grabbed Sai tightly in a hug as he clenched around Saifah’s finger and bucked his hips. Saifah smiled to himself and rested his forehead on Zon’s shoulder. He’ll remember that trick for later. Saifah shifted his weight so he could utilize his other hand to stroke Zon once again. After a few slow, firm strokes, he decided it’s time to add a second finger to Zon’s opening. Zon arched and let out a moan that nearly sounded like a whine, and Saifah felt satisfied with himself. He smirked and continued to slowly – torturously slow – open Zon up, and as he did, he peppered small sweet kisses all across Zon’s beautiful chest with the occasional suck of one his nipples. Zon dug his fingers into Saifah’s back, specifically in the dips around his shoulder blades. He rubbed into the dips almost as if massaging them. But in reality, it was the release of the boiling energy bottling up inside him that found itself coursing down Zon’s straining, tensed arms holding onto Saifah and out through his fingertips. Zon was feeling too much and not enough and couldn’t decide if he wanted to writhe and grind and thrust and wiggle or to squirm away from the overwhelming stimulating touches. All his body could figure out to do was arch, clench and unclench around Saifah’s fingers, throw his head back, and moan Saifah’s name – which was the only word his mind could form. He was struggling to adjust to the overwhelming sensations of being penetrated, stroked, kissed, and held in Saifah’s arms all at once. He felt wrapped in an intoxicating veil of Saifah’s presence. Saifah’s natural body scent, the smell of the shampoo, and their sweat filled the air and assaulted Zon’s senses. The tears that subsided earlier due to the distraction and pleasure caused by Saifah now returned from the overwhelming feelings he was experiencing. He had forgotten he was crying not too long ago until his tears made themselves known again. He just barely felt and acknowledged them streaming down from his eyes to his temples and hair. Maybe his breathing changed, maybe he accidentally let out a sob instead of a moan, but Saifah looked up at him, and Sai gave him the most adoring smile Zon has ever witnessed. Zon gasped out a sob. He felt so precious, so sacred and treasured in that moment. Sai paused his ministrations at Zon’s back end and pulled his hand away from Zon’s front to wipe away the tears on Zon’s cheeks with the back of his fingers. “My Zon. Do you want me to continue? It’s okay if we stop here. I can help you finish, and we can be done if it’s too much.” Zon sniffed but didn’t answer. “Can you hold me?” Saifah smiled and bent over to wrap his one free arm around Zon. Zon wrapped his arms around Sai as tight as could muster, which wasn’t very tight. Sai kissed Zon tenderly on his lips. A soft, salty press of their lips. Sai caressed Zon’s waist and massaged his thumb into Zon’s tummy. “Zon, do you want to stop here?”

Zon shrugged.

“My Zon, that’s not an answer.”

Zon sniffed and adorably wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Sai smiled at his lover. “It’s just… a lot.”

“Is it too much?” They searched each other’s eyes. Saifah’s gaze was steady and patient as he waited for an answer, and Zon’s wet eyes flickered between Sai’s as he weighed what he wanted to do.

Zon sniffled. “I love you.” And Zon held Sai’s cheek and tenderly swiped his thumb across it. The corners of Sai’s lips turned up in a gentle smile.

Sai was about to take that as his answer and shift to remove his fingers when Zon stopped him short. “Let’s keep going,” he whispered, and his hand shifted from Sai’s cheek to his neck but continued to run his thumb soothingly. He needed Saifah to know he wasn’t afraid to do this with him.

Sai’s eyes snapped back to Zon’s. Zon’s eyes were still wet with unshed tears though he was smiling gently up at him. Sai searched his eyes as if that would make sense of what he heard. “Are you sure? We don’t have to.” Zon was quiet but his eyes were steady. “There’s no hurry, Zon. We have the rest of our lives together.”

Zon crooked a smile. “I know. I’m sure.”

He tightened his legs’ grip around Sai’s hips, and a tear slipped out as he closed his eyes and nearly moaned at how the tightened grip shifted his torso’s position around Sai’s fingers, which have not moved in too long. He was ready for that to change, but Sai needed more convincing.

He shifted his arms to wrap around Sai’s neck. “Sai, I want this.” He brought Sai’s head down to nuzzle his nose with his own. “Please.” He began to rock on the bed and down onto Sai’s fingers still nestled in him. Zon never broke eye contact and kept his gaze steady. Sai looked like his resolve was about to break, and Zon leaned up to kiss him. “Please, Sai. It’s okay. I’m okay. The pause was good; we can keep going now.”

Sai nodded and looked down at where Zon and Sai were connecting. Sai nodded more as he processed Zon’s words and actions. He kept nodding. His smile twitched down briefly, and then twitched again, and Zon wondered if he wouldn’t be the only one crying through this.

Zon smiled affectionately and pulled Saifah’s face down to him to kiss him lovingly. Saifah molded himself to Zon and melted into the kiss. The kiss was soft and wet and salty and full of so much love and care. Zon opened his mouth and gently prodded Saifah’s mouth with his tongue. Saifah eagerly responded in kind, and Zon let out a long quiet moan.

Saifah’s fingers resumed their thrusting, and Zon couldn’t help breaking away from Saifah’s kisses to tilt his head back and release a louder moan. Saifah happily took the opportunity to move on to kissing Zon’s neck, probably sucking a few marks as he went, though Zon could barely feel it. His brain was currently occupied by the sensations Saifah was creating in his lower half. He found a special spot and was repeatedly poking, stroking, and massaging it as he continued his fingering of Zon. Zon tried not to move too much but desperately wanted to buck and rock into it.

Saifah still only had two fingers inside him. He wanted to take his time and wait a while before adding the third. Zon still seemed a little overstimulated.

After several more minutes of scissoring Zon open and many more minutes of Zon adjusting, arching, and moaning, Sai thought it might be time to start adding the third finger. He grabbed the lube again to make the third finger easier on Zon, and began pressing the third finger into Zon. Zon jerked at first but then began the process of adjusting, squirming, arching, and moaning once again. Zon was still obviously recovering from crying before, so a few more tears managed to slip out. But he didn’t seem as overwhelmed now, and it didn’t take as long this time for Zon to get comfortable and relax. Saifah continued to kiss his chest, neck, and cheeks as time went on, making sure Zon was feeling cared for and relaxed.

“Sai, you can… you can… stop fingering me now. I’m ready.” Zon huffed out on heavy breaths. Saifah kissed him on the lips one last time and sat up on his knees. He rolled on a condom and doused himself with a healthy amount of lubricant.

He positioned Zon carefully, placed a pillow below Zon’s hips, and arranged themselves. He lined himself up and looked into Zon’s eyes, which were only a little glassy now. Zon was sprawled across the bed in front of Saifah, and Saifah thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight. He was practically presenting himself as a box of chocolates, ready to be devoured. Zon’s lips were kiss swollen. There were a few love marks trailing down Zon’s shoulder and pec. His arms were up by his head, and the look Zon was giving him will forever be imprinted in his brain. His gaze was steady and dark and anticipating. But it was also full of trust and patience and love.

This moment. This moment right now was them connecting in the most intimate and vulnerable of ways and coming together as one. This was the moment that would completely bring them together. They weren’t just two separate individuals after this but, as cheesy as it sounds, they were one and the same.

Saifah bent over Zon again, making sure to keep their lower halves positioned, and as softly as he could possibly be, he pressed a kiss to Zon’s waiting lips. He hovered above Zon and stared into his eyes as he slowly began to push into Zon. Zon immediately braced himself and took deep breaths. But his eyes never moved from Saifah’s.

Once Saifah had pushed all the way in, he shifted positions to rest his weight on his forearms framing Zon’s head. Zon stroked Sai’s back as Saifah began shallow thrusts, still holding eye contact. Zon swallowed. It felt so incredibly intimate. A trust, a bond, something important and priceless was forming between them in this moment.

Zon wrapped both his legs securely around Saifah’s hips and hooked his ankles together. The angle of penetration changed just ever so slightly, but it hit inside him just right. Saifah’s thrusts remained slow and torturous, but he increased the strength of them and began pulling out further before pushing back in. The effect was mind numbing, and Zon could barely form a coherent thought.

As Saifah heavily rocked into Zon, he groaned and lowered his head to Zon’s shoulder, and Zon moaned Sai’s name and arched his back once again and writhed underneath him. They could easily hear each other’s heavy breathing and deep moans, and it only amplified the pleasure coursing through them. Zon’s fingers dug into Sai’s hair and tugged without intention. Sai groaned into Zon’s ear and nipped at his ear lobe. Zon gasped a breath, and Sai decided now was a good time to try his learned trick.

“My Zon~” he breathed.

Zon’s entire body clenched, and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. But he didn’t come.

Instead, he held Saifah tightly and rocked into Saifah’s thrusts while still clenching down on Baby Sai very tightly. Sai nearly came instead. That backfired.

Zon wrenched Saifah away from his ear and held his head above his own again so he could look into Saifah’s eyes once again. Zon continued to rock hard into Saifah’s movements while simultaneously using his legs to pull Saifah into him, increasing the speed and strength of the thrusts. Saifah could only go along with it. He had no strength to do otherwise. Zon’s intense gaze had completely destroyed his ability to think.

“Say it again.”

“My Zon~” he moaned.

“Ahh~ ah! Sai~” Despite briefly closing his eyes while moaning, Zon still held his head in place and continued his steady eye contact. His steadfast gaze was intense and focused.

Saifah could barely get the words out. “M-my Zon~ Ah, ahhh, ah!” He gasped and moaned and couldn’t stop himself from scrunching his eyes closed tightly as he continued to thrust deeply into Zon’s small body. Zon was entirely in control now, and he just hoped he could live to see the other side of their love making. He thrusted in harder and faster, losing his rhythm.

Zon arched into him, and Sai held him close. Zon yelled and shook as he came, and Saifah barely held on long enough to thrust into Zon through his climax. He let go not too much later, not being able to withstand Zon’s shaking and clenching around him.

Saifah collapsed onto Zon – his breaths coming out in huffs, and Zon dropped his legs from around Saifah but still held him carefully in his arms. They both held each other as they relaxed from their exertion. Zon’s arms barely had the strength to wrap around Sai, and they soon collapsed to his side. He didn’t mind the weight of Saifah on top of him. It made breathing more difficult, but the weight was comfortable and pushed him into the mattress. Baby Sai was still buried inside him, and he wished he could keep him there for a while – though he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it soon enough. Saifah seemed to desire the same thing, but Zon could already feel Saifah shifting, getting ready to move.

Before he could make the move, Zon grabbed ahold of Sai’s bicep with one hand, and with the other, he once again held Sai’s cheek. They stared into each other’s eyes again. Something felt different. Maybe they were a little shy right now, maybe a little more than euphoric, maybe a little sleepy, but they smiled at each other and leaned in to gently rub noses. They breathed together.

“I love you, Sai.”

“I love you, My Zon.”

They nuzzled their noses for a bit, broken up by a few soft pecks on the lips. Then Saifah reached up, kissed Zon’s forehead, and gently rolled off of Zon. He walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to clean Zon up. He hoped Zon wasn’t too bad off. Maybe they can spend the weekend at home just snuggling and reading books together if he is. Saifah finally has a good excuse to pamper his Zon. He smiled to himself as he walked back over to where Zon was sprawled across his bed, utterly exhausted.

“Hmm?” Zon questioned. “What is it?”

“Mm? Nothing. I’m just looking forward to spending time with you this weekend. Can we just spend tomorrow in bed together? I’ll even make you breakfast in bed.” He grinned.

Zon smiled sleepily and hummed a contented sound and let Saifah wash him with the towel.

Not long after, they both curled up together and began to fall asleep. It wasn’t until Zon was already asleep and Sai was halfway there that he realized Zon came totally untouched.

It took a little longer for Saifah to fall asleep that night. Maybe Zon might be up for another round tomorrow…? Saifah inwardly groaned. Zon’s going to be his own personal heaven and hell.

#saifahzon #zon x saifah #saizon #saifahzon fic #lemon #soft lemon #soft #sweet #tenderness #i hope this isn't crap #i hope it seems natural and realistic to the characters #i've never written lemon before #i almost didn't post this #why r u #why r u fic #rommie writes

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miss-anna-banana-blog · 4 years ago

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I never thought I’ll be writing something like this, specifically the part of exposing myself in front of the people who follow me + the ones who don’t but still are checking up all the time. These pictures take me back to summer 2017. The worst year of my entire life. You couldn’t tell of course because I made sure no one wouldn’t be capable of noticing these kind of things. I posted positive, happy and silly things and I “became the best version of me” lmao. Now I can finally admit that was some huge ass bullshit and I’m mad no one said a thing. A few months before those photos were taken, I started to battle with my super toxic new old friend Anorexia, followed by her cousin Bulimia. I could remember having a goal: To be as skinny as possible. To look as good as I could ever look on a family trip to the beach (now that I think about it, it’s like, come on, it’s your family they don’t give a shit). Also, before that, I had my high school prom and you can guess what my new eating disorder did for me. Did you guessed? Yes, it made me bought a smaller freaking expensive dress! So that I could have a motivation to lost all the freaking weight I hated. I remember being asked by the lady in charge of the dress store “Don’t you want the L size? I think you could feel more comfortable” And my whole face started to burn. I felt awful. But I remained calm, laughed and said “I’m about to go on a diet. I’ll loose all this weight” and she ofc had to be this supportive “buy all my shit” kind of person. So she suggested me to get the S size. But around that time I was dumb, but like not that dumb after all because I knew that, there was no way in hell I could fit into that shit, even if I stopped eating for like a whole month. So I decided to get the M one. And yes, maybe M is kinda considered a fat girl size, but this dress was made of lace. fucking lace. Which means, it was tight and getting the M was sort of a big deal. That day I paid for my own dress (because my parents had no idea about my future plans) and went home all happy and excited because I finally had a goal to achieve: To fit in that dress, because I couldn’t afford to throw all my money away. So at this moment I’d like to state that I have a mild pill addiction (nothing serious, but sometimes they still appeal to me as candies or some shit) and it appeared around this time because this girl had an eye opening moment when she found out about...*drum rolls* LOSING WEIGHT PILLS. It was a whole thing. I was shocked. Like, I could lose weight by taking this lil pill? Everyone said “yes” forgetting that ofc It’s not that easy. So I started to take them daily, even surpassing the recommended dose. I began to let those pills solve my whole eating problems. I started dieting but sometimes I had these huge cravings (I could also say I’m kind of a compulsive eater?) anyways, I wanted to eat junk food, but I couldn’t do it. My whole brain was like “No honey” and then we started to have a battle and when I won that battle, I decided to choose the losing weight pills as my ally. So, in resume, I ate a lot of shit and then I’d let the pills do it’s job. And what job I’m talking about? Diarrhea LMFAO. I mean, I had to get used to be shitting my pants every single time because everything I ate ended up in the freaking toilet in a very gross way. The thing is, I learned to live with this awful thing. I made it look like something normal. But the truth is, it wasn’t normal and I could have gotten a serious disease by doing that. But as always, that wasn’t enough. And when I realized the pills process was kinda slow I decided to cut most of the foods I considered “bad”. I ate once a day, drank tons of water and detox tea; courtesy of my mom. Because, now that I realize all this stuff, I didn’t started all of this by myself. I let my mom help me develop it. She has always talked about losing weight methods, pills, creams, all the things that would help you lose weight, my mama knew. So I always had this fear of my mom targeting my fatness. I had the fear that she would be disappointed because of the weight I had after all the advice she gave to me and my sisters. I mean, she always had something to say about this losing weight thing, How could I be fat? She literally was giving me options to not be fat anymore. So to her, at first was kinda normal that I decided to go to sleep to avoid eating. I would literally had a small plastic bag with some granola for breakfast and water. Then I would eat tuna with lettuce and lemon and more water and then I’d have more tuna for dinner. And when I felt hungry as hell? I went to sleep. It helped me a lot to be a sick person at it’s fullest. But hey, I def started to lose weight. With all the things I cut and the pills I was this close to achieve my goal. I decided to join my mom on her gym routine and people there started to compliment me about how skinny I started to look. I was living the dream!! I started to push myself way harder on the gym (I also almost fainted like 2-3 times a week) but Hey, I needed to get toned! Being skinny wasn’t enough. So I started to realize I could get myself to look better. And guess who helped me achieve my skeleton look? My dearest friend, index finger. We had our first meeting one time at the bathroom. That time I didn’t thought I’d be capable of doing something like that. I was scared of the result. But somehow we managed to forget that rocky start and the first time I vomited I was like “woah so this is how it feels. My god, can’t believe I’ve missed this my whole life” and it was so easy. I didn’t even need to cut foods. I could eat whatever I wanted! And then It would be gone for good! And all I had to do was push my finger deep in my throat. So fucking easy. And that’s how I finally achieved my goal, by playing the girl from the exorcist movie in my bathroom every day after every meal. I should’ve been happy, but my ED said “nope” and I had a whole breakdown and missed my prom. I went trough a lot of changes, decided to cut and dye my hair and tried to become a whole new person while stile carrying my oldest two versions (The one before the ED, and the one who had the ED) and I felt like I became an actress in this movie called “how long could you keep it cool until you become crazy”. Around that time, I weighted like 43...42 kg. I was way under my weight. My legs were tiny and I loved them. I loved to feel my ribs, my hip bones. I loved to see how my clothes looked bigger on me. I even sent some of my clothes to be fixed so that they would be smaller and fit me and yet, they didn’t because I was too small now. And I loved it. No one said a thing. My family was like “Oh now you’re skinny? It must be from the gym” My mom was thrilled. She never said it, but I could tell by the way she looked at me when I asked her if she could send my clothes to her friend because they didn’t fit me anymore. She even started to buy me clothes on smaller sizes and we even joked about how now I would have to buy on the kid’s section because I was so small and I couldn’t be prouder. I took photos with the clothes that looked bigger on me. I had to have proof that I was tiny! I was having a moment. And people started to notice that I became tiny but never asked how I got to be ‘that’ tiny. So, they never asked. I never answered. Until now lol. So the family trip to the beach happened and there I ate all the things I couldn’t while achieving my goal, because what the hell I was already skinny, I could eat whatever I wanted. And I ate, and ate and yet, I looked good on the bikini photos. I MEAN, for the first time in years I bought a TWO PIECES swimsuit. I had a great time there, it felt like a culmination in my life. I took cute pictures in front of the beach house, my cousin complimented be about looking skinny and pretty and yeah, happy ever after. Back at home, the struggle wasn’t over. I started to eat normally again but always fearing about my weight. I was perfect. I couldn’t lose that. So it begins the journey of “eating and regretting and then vomiting and then regretting it and then sending everything to hell and eating once again” and that went on repeat ALL DAY. To summarize, this isn’t exactly a story with a happy ending. It got to a point where I realized “WTF DUDE. YOU’LL DIE FROM THIS” and I stopped doing all that shit. Even my parents noticed the whole thing before I could send it back to hell. Tbh I was kinda expecting them to be mad or anything but they were like “we could hear you vomiting” and that’s all. Um, so you heard? Uh, sorry? My mom was more worried about how the toilet looked after I threw up on it. She said the stains were awful. So, I’d like to say sorry to my mom for staining her toilet while dealing with all my shit. My bad mom.

Now, I’d like to state that it’s been three years since that happened and my family and I still haven’t spoke about it. I had to seek help somewhere else. And you know, I’m not stating that my parents are the ones to blame. No, I was 17. I was totally aware of how awful having a ED was and yet I decided to participate. However, I totally believe they should have said something. I mean, it took a very short time for me to lose more than 30 kg and I slept all day. Wasn’t that weird for them? Maybe. But my parent’s weren’t exactly raised to be aware of people’s emotions. My parents were raised to be emotionless. They rarely show emotions and that’s something regular at home. So, if they ever felt worried they never expressed it because they didn’t knew how. And that’s normal, At least to me.

Moving forward to 2020, I’m 21. I’m an ED survivor (hate the word but you know, I didn’t died so I guess I kinda survived?) and I’m still in recovery and def not fully healed. That’s why I said this didn’t exactly had a happy ending. Because when you have an ED you can’t just put it away and make it disappear from your life. Nope, it’s not that easy and if someone says it is. They’re big liars. People talk about how difficult is to recover and gain weight without having these awful thoughts but they never tell you how your relationship with food changes forever. Or maybe they do, but it’s very rare tbh. Now, 3 years after having an ED I can say I still have it in me. Every time I eat something, I can’t help to feel guilty. To have the urge to vomit everything or the amount of times I say in my head “You need to cut food again” I get a losing weight goal every month. And I have the same feelings and thoughts I used to have 3 years ago. I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t feel proud. I get the feeling I’m not having my best moment. And it sucks, you know? Because it’s tiring. Having your mind working 24/7 on the food you just ate and you could have replaced it with something healthier. And not being able to stop it. It also doesn’t help the fact that my mom is still obsessed with losing weight. She still has this habit of checking what I eat and making this “I don’t approve it” face. A month ago, I kinda had a relapse. I started to cut foods and then I was like “Hey, remember those pills? They still exist, you know?” But, I had no money. I couldn’t go outside to get them (bc quarantine, yikes) and I had no idea which ones would help me this time. So...I asked the expert; my mom. I’d like to state again I’m not blaming her. Anyways, I told her I felt fat and awful (she never said “you’re not fat” bc I have to admit, I am, at the moment) and asked her for her advice on losing weight stuff. She quickly recommended some popular diet pills she once listened a woman recommend in the radio. She even told me about a deal they had! Which included 3 bottles, all of them with 60 pills. Bro, I was in paradise at that moment. 180 pills plus having the opportunity to lose weight? WHAT A FUCKING DEAL My mom was thrilled, she even got the deal for herself (and both suffered from the same consequences, that my mom tried to cover up by saying that “it was the body’s reaction” and that we were detoxing our bodies” but I decided to cut that bullshit and stopped taking them bc I had awful results (and also, I wasn’t exactly losing weight which was the whole goal)

Today, June 2nd. I reflected about this whole thing. I am proud I never went to the bottom and to the hospital. But I’m not proud on the fact that I still haven’t recovered. Not even a bit. I mean, yeah, now I have double thoughts before doing something my ED tells me to do, but I still have the urge of being skinny. I still compare my body and feel like that is the only thing I could offer. Most stories shared this day, are successful ones. Most have this cute ending with them still being skinny but now, reflecting on life and talking about healthy weight gain. But not all stories are like those ones. There’s people still struggling. Like me, I haven’t even recovered but yet, I’m sharing this shit. Because that’s the reality behind having a daughter, sister, friend, with an ED.

We would never openly say “I HAVE AN EATING DISORDER” but it’s always in the little details. It’s in the way they read the menu and search for the healthy options and the calories, the way they express about their bodies, the way they constantly say how much they need to go to the gym. It’s in the way they look at food whenever you offer them, like if they could calculate how many days would it take for that food to get stuck in their body, specifically in the abdomen area. It’s there, but not many people gets to see it. It’s a matter of paying attention. And no, we do not want attention all the time, we do not want you to save us. It’s not about that. It’s about being aware that we are struggling and that we might need your support at least once.

Personally, I do not want to be saved. I just want to cope with it. I want to be able to eat healthy without falling again into these crap. I want to be able to look back and say “I fucking did it”. If I’m totally honest, the thought of losing weight will always be here with me. I’ll always have this little voice telling me “You could be smaller, you know? “You could stop your dad from saying that you’d be perfect to play football again because you could tackle everyone with that body” “You could be as tiny as your sister” “You could show your ballet teacher that you do not look like a ball anymore” “You could make your mom proud because you have taken her advice” “You could fit in that shirt and those pants again” and the most important one “You could have it all” because sadly, in this world, skinny means successful. And while I still try to achieve being that successful, the ED thoughts won’t go away, not at all. And I’m being honest. Terribly honest. But at least, I’m not lying and saying I’ll do better. Because, I’ll be better, just not today and maybe not even in two years from now. But I’ll be one day.

This story was shared to commemorate the World Eating Disorders Action Day (June 2nd) to spread awareness about what ED really mean and what they actually look like in real life.

#world eating disorder action day #june 2nd #spread awareness #eating disoder things #eating disoder thoughts

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goforwardgreenwriter-blog · 6 years ago

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The Worm Reads: The Assassin’s Blade, Ch 19-20

SJM either cuts one measly scene into three chapters or crams 100+ long scenes into on chapter so this one is gonna be super fucking long

Celaena dressed in the nicest tunic she’d brought—which wasn’t really anything to admire, but the midnight blue and gold did bring out the turquoise hues in her eyes.

SJM gotta stop bringing attention to Celery’s Mary Sue eyes because I laugh every time I think about them.

Ansel takes Celery to dinner.

Staying alert as they entered the hall was an effort of will. Yet even with her exhaustion, she instinctively scanned the room. There were three exits—the giant doors through which they entered, and two servants’ doors on either end. The hall was packed wall-to-wall with long wooden tables and benches full of people. At least seventy of them in total. None of them looked at Celaena as Ansel ambled toward a table near the front of the room. If they knew who she was, they certainly didn’t care. She tried not to scowl.

This paragraph right here. This sums up everything wrong with this book.

At first while I was reading this, I was like “Yes finally!! Celery is acting like an assassin! It took us two short stories to get here, but we finally did!” And then SJM immediately ruins it by having Celery cry and wail about nobody giving her special attention.

Boo fucking hoo! You’re an assassin, you’re not supposed to stand out, you fucking spoiled asshole!! This character is utter garbage and I hate her so much, this is actually making me enjoy the ending of E0S where she gets the shit kicked out of her and shoved into an iron coffin. Fuck her. Fuck this book.

Ansel mentions some Lord Berick guy, who Celery has never heard of before.

“He’s the villain,” said a curly-haired, dark-eyed man across from Ansel. He was handsome in a way, but had a smile far too much like Captain Rolfe’s for Celaena’s liking. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five.

Nuance who?

Ansel blathers on about Lord Berick and how he’s the most Evil Guy Ever who wants this part of the desert or some shit. No doubt Celery will beat him in one paragraph if they meet, so who really cares.

Outside of the markets in Rifthold (...) she’d never seen such a mix of different kingdoms and continents. And though most of the people here were trained killers, there was an air of peace and contentment—of joy, even.

This place is way tf better than Arobynn’s shitty assassin joint. Please let us stay here?

Vows of silence, Ansel had explained earlier, were taken for as long as each person saw fit. Some spent weeks in silence; others, years. Ansel claimed she’d once sworn to be silent for a month, and had only lasted two days before she gave up. She liked talking too much. Celaena didn’t have any trouble believing that.

That is quite fucking rich coming from you, Celery.

Celaena felt someone’s attention on her, and tried not to blink when she noticed a dark-haired, handsome young man watching her from a few seats down. Stealing glances at her was more like it, since his sea-green eyes kept darting to her face, then back to his companions.

oh no

Their eyes met, and his tan face spread into a smile, revealing dazzlingly white teeth. Well, he was certainly desirable—as desirable as Sam, maybe.

oh god no why this

SJM has basically skipped out on love triangles (Dorito never had a chance in T0G and Tamlin never had a chance in AC0TAR, and you all know it) but nope, she just had to hit all of the shitty YA tropes. Fucking great. Poor Ilias is probably gonna be put down so Celery can realize Sammy is her one true love.

“I’m surprised you caught Ilias’s eye,” Ansel teased, keeping her voice low enough for only Celaena and Mikhail to hear. “He’s usually too focused on his training and meditating to notice anyone—even pretty girls.” (...) “I’ve known him for years, and he’s never been anything but aloof with me,” Ansel continued. “But maybe he has a thing for blondes.” Mikhail snorted.

Holy shit, is this... self awareness? I mean, both the protagonists of SJM’s big ticket series are skinny blonde white girls who have men drooling left and right for them. I bet that new Creamcheese City novel will also feature a blonde “””strong female character””” as the lead.

Celaena pushed around the food on her plate. It wasn’t that she wasn’t romantic. She’d been infatuated with a few men before—from Archer, the young male courtesan who’d trained with them for a few months when she was thirteen, to Ben, Arobynn’s now-deceased Second, back when she was too young to really understand the impossibility of such a thing.

Dude he’s like a fucking adult and she’s barely 16. Get this nasty shit outta my face. So Celery rescued Ben’s body not because he was a good guy, but because she used to have the hots for him?? This is actually gross.

Mikhail asks why Celery’s master beat the shit out of her, and she kisses her own ass for a moment or two while telling the story of freeing the slaves.

“But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn’t deserve it.” None of them were smiling anymore. “Holy gods,” Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats.

HFAKHDKAHDKAHDS I AM GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT

STOP!! MAKING!! EVERYONE!! SPLOOGE!! OVER!! CELERY!! IM SICK OF READING IT GET IT OUT OF MY FACE

The next day (I think?), Ansel takes Celery out to do some running and Celery is pissy that she isn’t immediately getting special attention from the Mute Master. Good to see Celery will never change in her selfish, whiny ways.

Celery fucking sucks at the run to the oasis and everyone continues to lap her.

A small oasis, mostly a ring of trees and a giant pool fed by a shimmering stream, was barely an eighth of a mile away. She was Adarlan’s Assassin—at least she’d made it here.

Stop reminding me she’s Adaran’s Assassin, I fucking know. Remember how I said at the beginning that Celery doesn’t splooge over herself as much as Alien does? Yeah I take it back, Celery is even more obnoxious.

Later on Ansel tries to stroke Celery’s fragile precious little ego by saying she did worse on her first run.

“My first run, I collapsed. Mile two. Completely unconscious. Ilias found me on his way back and carried me here. In his arms and everything.” Ilias’s eyes met with Celaena’s, and he smiled at her. “If I hadn’t been about to die, I would have been swooning,”

No Ilias/Ansel/Celery love triangle, please.

Celaena blushed, suddenly too aware of Ilias’s attention, and took a sip from her cup of lemon water. As the meal wore on, her blush remained as Ilias continued flicking his eyes toward her. She tried not to preen too much. But then she remembered how miserably she’d performed today— how she hadn’t even gotten a chance to train—and the swagger died a bit.

Celaena made her best attempt to look casual as she, too, stood and bid everyone good night. As she turned away, she noticed that Mikhail took Ansel’s hand and held it in the shadows beneath the table.

Apparently Ansel and Mikhail are a thing? I literally don’t care. Mikhail has said like what, five words this entire story? They’re literally just together because SJM can’t stand the idea of having any single characters (unless they’re evil).

Celery chases down The Master to demand her special snowflake treatment.

The Master paused, his white clothes rustling around him. He offered her a little smile. Up close, she could certainly see his resemblance to his son. There was a pale line around one of his fingers— perhaps where a wedding ring had once been. Who was Ilias’s mother? Of course, it wasn’t at all the time for questions like that.

Yeah, no shit Celery. Why are you such an idiot?

The Mute Master is like “wait your turn” and leaves. Ilias shows up for shipping fuel I guess?

“I have no plans to hurt him,” she said softly. But Ilias gave her a half smile, his brows rising as if to ask if she could blame him for being protective of his father.

Maybe I’m a softie, but this endeared me to him somewhat. He seems like a nice guy, which is more than what you get with 95% if SJM’s male characters. How come all of Celery’s love interests Rowboat who are waaay better characters than her?

His eyes were vivid in the torchlight, his hand firm and warm around hers. She let go of his fingers. The son of the Mute Master and the protégée of the King of the Assassins. If there was anyone here who was at all similar to her, she realized, it was Ilias. Rifthold might be her realm, but this was his.

Human brain: don’t get attached, Celery is an asshole

Monkey brain: hhhhhh parallels between partners in a ship...love....

Not that Ilias and Celery are/will be a thing, but you know. I’m a sucker for shit like this.

Ilias suddenly began making a series of motions with his long, tan fingers, but Celaena laughed softly. “I have no idea what you’re trying to say.” Ilias looked skyward and sighed through his nose. Throwing his hands in the air in mock defeat, he merely patted her on the shoulder before passing by

Ilias is a good, pure boy. I’d read a story where Sammy goes to the desert instead of Celery and him and Ilias fall in love and hold hands under the shade of the desert night. Hngh, I really wish I could be reading that fanfic instead of this novel.

As she walked back to her room, Celaena had a horrible feeling that here, being Adarlan’s Assassin might not count for much.

Celery says this like we’re supposed to feel sorry for her, but back in Arobynn;s Assassin joint she flaunts her title around and rubs it in everyone’s face so yeah, you don’t get sympathy from me.

“How long have you been seeing him?” Ansel was silent for a long moment before answering. “Since I was fifteen.” Fifteen! Mikhail was in his midtwenties, so even if this had started almost three years ago, he still would have been far older than Ansel. It made her a little queasy.

Oh. My. God.

See, I personally don’t like huge age gapes in ships (that’s just my personal preference, don’t fucking @ me) but Celery you literally said earlier you were in love with Ben, a fucking grown man, when you were a young teenager you fucking hypocrite!!!!!!!! God I fucking hate Celery!!!!!!!

With nothing else to distract her, Celaena eventually returned to thinking about Sam. Even weeks later, she had no idea how she’d somehow gotten attached to him, what he’d been shouting when Arobynn beat her, and why Arobynn had thought he’d need three seasoned assassins to restrain him that day.

Pretty simple answers. You got attached to Sammy because a) SJM wanted you to so she forced you to start thirsting for him, and b) you realized “oh hey Sammy is a good guy maybe I shouldn’t imagine myself slitting his throat”. What Sammy was shouting will be revealed later to my knowledge, and as for the 3 assassins thing... idk, tbh. I mean, Sammy is just a teenager boy, one big buff assassin should be enough to restrain him.

This chapter finally ends thank fucking god. We still have one more to go for today.

[Celaena] did run farther the next day. And the day after that, and the one following that. But it still took her so long to get back that she didn’t have time to seek out the Master. Not that she could. He’d send for her. Like a lackey.

Stop trying to make me feel bad for Celery being ignored if she’s just gonna splooge about how ~special and uhmayzing~ she is.

Like the assassins in Adarlan, the Silent Assassins weren’t known for any skill in particular—save the uncannily quiet way they moved.

That seems kinda odd. Assassins should be talented at many ways of disposing of people yeah, but wouldn’t it make more sense for some of them to have a knack for a certain type of killing, such as using poisons?

Still, even as [the assassins] corrected her posture and showed her new ways to control her breathing, she tried her best not to snarl at them. She knew plenty—she wasn’t Adarlan’s Assassin for nothing.

If I have to read that fucking sentence one more time I am ripping this book in half. No joke, I am a hair’s length away from not finishing this fucking book. Even E0S never got me to want to throw the towel in completely and quit like this.

Perhaps if she demonstrated that she was skilled enough in these practices, the Master might take notice of her. She’d get that letter. Even if she had to hold a dagger to his throat while he wrote it.

Wow, asshole! You have to put in the tiniest amount of effort to learn and talk to people and you’re already resorting to violence??? You really are a weak and stupid protagonist and I hate you with every fiber of my being.

The attack by Lord Berick happened on her fifth night.

This made me sit up in my seat, to be honest. We finally get.... plot? Promises of action? Assassins versus assassins? Holy shit, I’m hype!

Apparently the attack happens oh so conveniently when the Mute Master and a bunch of assassins are away on a mission. Celery acknowledges this as extremely convenient, which leads me to believe there may be a rat in the assassin fortress. If not, then this is laughably stupid and convenient.

“We’re not going to kill [the soldiers]?” Celaena whispered back. (...) Ansel shook her head, watching Ilias down the line. “No, though I wish we could.” Celaena didn’t particularly care for the casual way she said it

Why would that fucking bother you?? Don’t act all high and mighty asshole, you’re an assassin the same as her. You both kill people for a living. Jesus fucking christ.

They all fire some burning arrows at an oil ridge in the sand or something which scares off Lord Berick’s goons. The scene ends.

I’m not even joking, this entire scene takes up a page and a tiny paragraph of another. I... I’m fucking speechless. You promise us an action scene and you give us this shitty, glossed over pile of garbage that serves no point? No named characters were even injured!!!!!! Holy fucking shit, SJM, you are a terrible terrible terrible writer! Please fucking stop, I can’t handle any more of these dumpster fires of novels.

The next day Mikail tells Ansel she has orders to go to Xandria, and she invites Celery to go along with, I assume Xandria is a place.....? This chapter ends. I am going to drown myself in chocolate chip cookies to heal.

#the worm talks #the worm reads: tab #anti sjm #anti tab #anti tog #holy fucking shit........

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black-coffee-cutie-blog · 6 years ago

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how to handle upset stomach after a binge and when restricting or fasting.

[TW: eating disorders, laxatives, restricting, fasting, binging, emetophobia]

as someone with 3 digestive conditions, a relapse always manages to screw up my digestion and overall comfort. I'm sure that there are others who feel that sentiment strongly, so I'm gonna share some of what works for me.

general upper digestive system issues (heartburn, acid reflux, nausea, etc.): antacids are my go-to medicine. however, they come in a lot more forms than you might realize! if your symptoms are minor, regular tums will work just fine.

i also like to use alka-seltzer tablets mixed with water, mostly because the fizziness combined with the medicine really helps settle my stomach. (hint: if the taste of regular alka-seltzer is too gross for you to handle, put some lemon juice in there. lemon is a natural anti-nausea agent. even smelling a lemon takes my symptoms away sometimes.)

if you're terribly nauseous and don't want to vomit, the scent of rubbing alcohol helps, as does peppermint oil. if you're in public, it's nearly impossible to gag while humming or clenching your left thumb tightly in your fist.

if you have nausea associated with acid reflux, skip the ginger. ginger tends to make that a lot worse **when ingested**. However, smelling or topically applying ginger oil does help considerably.

for acid reflux, sleeping with your head elevated is a good idea. during the day, there are a bunch of OTC medicines that help. There are some purple capsules called Prilosec OTC, and the active ingredient is Omeprazole. They work like a charm and are usually inexpensive. I would always suggest capsules over tablets for acid reflux because tablets tend to make the back of your throat feel like it's on fire the second they hit the acid that's already there. 10/10 would not recommend. also, if you're gonna get non-gummy chewable antacids, please drink a bit of water before you take them. acid reflux can make your mouth feel dry and antacids combined with a dry mouth feels disgusting.

if it isn't reflux, ginger comes in many different forms. I find that anything that allows me to taste and smell the ginger as I ingest it helps a lot. ginger drops are good, but usually don't give long-lasting relief. ginger tea is better because it allows for you to sip with each wave of nausea and settles your stomach. ginger capsules are good if you're okay with waiting 30 minutes for them to kick in.

upper digestive issues after a binge: for me, the worst thing i felt when i habitually binged was the nausea. usually, the reflux got better when I binged and worse when I went back to restricting.

for nausea after a binge, Nauzene tablets are a lifesaver. they look DISGUSTING. they taste DISGUSTING. they work within 4 minutes. they're worth it.

emetrol is a liquid version of Nauzene, essentially, and it is NOT WORTH IT. it works within 15 minutes and wears off almost as fast. and it tastes like absolute horseshit. thats a hard pass for me.

i wouldn't suggest antacid tablets after a binge because you need to drink water with them, and drinking water after a binge makes you feel bloated, in my experience. gummy antacids, however, are a lifesaver. I would not recommend gummy antacids with a hard shell on the outside. they taste and feel chalky.

upper digestive issues during restriction or fasting: tea is a life-saver for heartburn and nausea while restricting and fasting. if calories concern you, drink with an ASPARTAME-FREE 0 calorie sweetener. I recommend Stevia. chamomile, peppermint, and lemon lavender are my personal upper GI go-to teas. just about any tea will work, though I would suggest avoiding citrus or cinnamon.

if it's night-time and your symptoms are severe, boy do i have a reccomendation for you: alka seltzer brand mixed-berry flavored gummy antacids with melatonin. these bitches will have you heartburn and nausea free within 10 minutes, and if they don't? that's okay, your ass will be KNOCKED OUT before you can even complain. these are especially helpful for getting through a fast, because sometimes, the best thing you can do for comfort is sleep it off. plus, they're sweet, and they have an added benefit of helping with low blood sugar and dizziness from fasting and restricting.

for lower body digestive system issues (bloating, diarrhea, constipation, pain) in general: when you're bloated, anything minty will usually help. peppermint or spearmint leaves (just chew them), a LOW DOSE (1 or 2 drops) of peppermint oil mixed into tea, etc.

for diarrhea, my best reccomendation would be to NOT TAKE AN ANTI-DIARRHEAL. unless you want to not shit for 4 days while feeling like you need to every few minutes, that's a nope from me, dog. nah, instead, I would suggest eating mild food. the BRAT diet is always my go to: Banana, Rice, Apples, Toast. A bonus is that those are all generally "safe" foods. they tend to be bland and easy to digest, which makes the loose stool stop sooner. also, make sure you're drinking enough water, because dehydration is the main reason why loose stools have killed people in the past. don't drink a ton of water at once, though. space it out throughout the day.

also, normal Pepto Bismol liquid is my favorite for bringing diarrhea to a stop without causing constipation. I would suggest keeping a big bottle of it in the fridge if you're prone to loose stools. I personally find Pepto Bismol tablets to be ineffective in handling symptoms as quickly as the liquid. the liquid coats your esophagus and stomach, which helps with upper GI symptoms too. DO NOT USE CHERRY FLAVORED PEPTO BISMOL unless it is literally your last option, because it tastes HORRID and you will never forget the taste. it will enter your nightmares and pervade your senses when least expected. you think I'm being dramatic, but I promise you, you would regret it.

for constipation, do not take a ton of laxatives. the last thing you need on top of all this mess is an accidental laxative addiction. laxatives don't do shit for weight loss, and they get your body dependent on outside help for digestion. don't even start it.

one stool softening pill is fine. if it doesn't work, don't try and jumpstart the process. instead, take the RECCOMENDED AMOUNT of a fiber powder, or eat some foods high in fiber (these tend to be low-calorie). a quick google search should bring up a list of high-fiber foods.

for abdominal pain, I recommend heat in some form. a hot bath, a heating pad, a hot water bottle. if you're out in public, there are these portable heat patches that you can buy in a four-pack. they're used more often for joint pain, but they help a lot if your stick 'em on your tummy too. if you are a person who gets periods, these help with cramps too, just as a side note. DO NOT USE HEAT PATCHES WITH CAPSAICIN IN THEM. THEY WILL BURN YOU. I don't just mean you'll feel a burning sensation, I mean that I left one of those on my stomach for maybe 10 minutes and sustained a first degree burn from it. nothing makes stomach pain worse like adding another layer of pain to contend with.

If you're restricting at any level, DON'T TAKE PAIN MEDICINE FOR ABDOMINAL PAIN OR ANY PAIN PLEASE I BEG OF YOU it'll make you so nauseous and it's honestly the quickest way to get an ulcer.

kaopectate is great for lower digestive issues but for the love of all things good keep it in the fridge and don't get the vanilla kind. the taste of warm vanilla kaopectate is beyond horrid. not as bad as cherry Pepto, but close.

Imodium pills are usually pretty helpful too. Kaopectate works better for me, but I'd try both to see which one is most helpful for you personally. In terms of overall effectiveness, they're equal, but Kaopectate works faster.

Final notes:

1. I am not encouraging anyone to develop an ED in these tips. I'm just trying to help people feel better. having an ED doesn't mean you don't deserve basic comfort and symptom relief.

2. if you have dogs or kids running around, do NOT let them get ahold of any minty essential oils. peppermint, eucalyptus, spearmint, etc. will all cause children and pets severe breathing problems. kids have died from smelling peppermint oil. don't use essential oil diffusers at all with kids in the general vicinity.

3. I am not a doctor. I'm a sick person with way too much time on my hands and a severe illness phobia. please don't take my word as law. if a certain medicine works better for you, cool! I'm just giving my personal experiences and trying to help y'all avoid the medicine mistakes I've made. also, if you're on prescription meds, ask your doctor before taking other OTC meds.

4. eating disorders suck. these symptoms that we have to deal with because of them suck. if you are in the initial stages of an ED and you're reading this, get help. if you're in the late stages, get help. it is never too early or too late to get help. no good therapist or doctor will ever tell you to come back when your symptoms are worse, and if they do, they need to have their license revoked. the mere presence of eating disordered ideation or intent is enough to merit treatment. if you think it's too late, it's never too late until you're dead. don't let it get that far, please. you can be happy. you can be healthy. you deserve to be happy and healthy and alive. you deserve to thrive. you deserve to be okay.

i love you all. if you ever need ANYTHING, I'm one message away. i hope y'all feel better soon. 💞

#ana #anamia #not pro just using tags #anorexia #anorexia nervosa #bulimiia #bulimia #anorexic #bulimic #ana tips #pro ana #starve #restricting #binge #binge eating #anti binge #binge ed #binge eating disorder

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thenobullshtblog-blog · 6 years ago

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Fresh Salmon Recipe-without the Bullsh!t.

Okay, so since this is called the No Bullsh!t blog-it goes without saying that the honesty level on my page is at maximum. I haven’t blogged in about a week-because I just haven’t fu*king felt like it? The last post I wrote was a recipe with extensive steps and let me tell you-I quickly realized how annoying writing recipes are and that I am probably not going to be the author of a world renowned published cook book. SO I’m going to show you another recipe-but save you all the extra bullshit. You’re welcome.

Smoked Paprika and Rosemary Salmon with Spicy Parmesan Garlic Green beans

Prep Time: 15-20 mins

Cook Time: 25 mins

Ingredients you’ll need:

For the Salmon:

1 Fresh Salmon Filet (Roughly 2lb)

3 On the vine tomatoes

baby portabella mushrooms (generous handful)

1 Lemon

2-3 Fresh Rosemary sprigs (FRESH. Not the dried crap in a bottle)

2 Tablespoons Olive Oil

1 Large Spoonful of Minced Garlic

1.5 Tablespoons Smoked Paprika (Make sure it says Smoked paprika. Regular paprika gives a different taste)

Salt and pepper (season to taste, minimal needed)

For the Green Beans:

Fresh green beans (however many you think you need for 2 people? idfk see my bowl for reference)

Parmesan cheese (you can use pre shredded, but I only had it in a block so I graded it myself)

Crushed red pepper (just a light sprinkle needed)

Salt (light sprinkle, season to taste)

Garlic powder (also light sprinkle, season to taste)

Cooking Items you'll need:

Chef knife

Knife for Slicing

Cutting board x2 (unless you want your fish all over the counter-you do you, but I don’t fu*k with that)

Large baking pan (with the sides on it, not a flat cookie sheet)

Aluminum foil

Bowl for green beans

Smaller bowl for spices

Seasoning brush, or a spoon.

Pot for boiling water.

As always before you handle any food, wash your damn hands.

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees

Cover your baking pan with aluminum foil

Place your Salmon filet on the foil covered pan (do NOT cut the bottom skin off the filet. Don’t. Save yourself some time, it will slide right off after it’s baked.)

**wash your hands after handling the salmon, before you touch any other cookware or food items**

Gently wash your tomatoes and mushrooms with cool water

Slice tomatoes and mushrooms, set aside on cutting board

Take your small bowl for spices, add the olive oil, garlic, and smoked paprika-mix together

With a seasoning brush, or a spoon evenly spread the mixture across the whole salmon filet

Put your mushrooms and tomatoes on the sides of the pan

Take your sprigs of fresh rosemary and gently rip them up in your hands, and sprinkle it all over the top of the salmon

Give a light dusting of salt and pepper over the whole pan (including tomatoes and mushrooms)

Cut a wedge off of your lemon, remove the seeds (if any on that wedge) and squeeze over the whole salmon filet.

Pop that bitch in the oven. Middle rack-again oven should be at 350 degrees. Set a timer for 20 minutes for a 2lb salmon filet.

While the salmon is in the oven, you can start prepping your green beans.

Fill up a pot half way with water.

Put the pot on high heat, and bring water to a boil.

While the water is waiting to boil, take your green beans and cut the butts off (both ends)

(I usually grab a handful, and even out the ends and cut a handful of the ends off at a time)

Once the water is at a rolling boil, VERY CAREFULLY put your green beans into the pot.

Put the lid on the pot, and let those green beans boil for about 7-8 minutes

After those 7-8 minutes, shut off the burner. with oven mits, bring your pot of green beans to the sink, remove the lid and very carefully/slowly pour out the water. **ALWAYS remove a lid from a hot pan by lifting it AWAY from you. Do NOT open the lid toward you-the steam will come out and up toward your face and burn the shit out of you. Rotate your wrist away from your body, not toward you.**

Once all the water is drained from your green beans, go ahead and put them into your bowl

At this time, you can add a light dusting of garlic powder, salt, and crushed red pepper.

Sprinkle some of your Parmesan cheese on top, and then gently mix together.

At this time, your Salmon should be finished cooking (obvi wait for the timer to go off if it isn’t)

With oven mits, remove your salmon and place it on top of the stove (burners off, just resting)

Take a fork and try to pull a small piece of salmon off the filet, it should be flaky and come off with very minimal effort. Notice how the meat will literally fall right off of that gross bottom layer of skin? Yeah you’re welcome.

Go ahead and serve a portion of the salmon, take it off the pan using either a spoonula or a wooden spatula-you don’t want to break that skin at the bottom, just pull the fish away from the skin.

Once you have your piece of filet on the plate, put some of those delicious tomatoes and mushrooms on top-you can even drizzle a little more lemon juice over top, or some Parmesan if you’d like. Serve up the green beans and bon apatite.

#healthyfood #foodporn #recipe #lifestyleblog #letsgetweird #salmon #greenbeans

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homeiswherethestuckis · 7 years ago

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Karkat Vantas: Melon Lord

based on @royalrastafariannaynays prompt: dave teaching karkat that the traditional method of opening a watermelon is by curb stomping it

This was an awesome prompt from an awesome person and I loved it so much. I’m hoping you like the fic as much as I liked the prompt :)

It had never occurred to any of you that there might not be water melons on Alternia. They had creamsicles and cotton candy and at least the basic concept of what a hamburger was (though every time they said “grub burger” gives you pause), why the shit wouldn’t they have water melons? It was just one of those things that never came up in conversation, so you’d assumed was a universal constant, like frogs or Will Smith, and left it at that.

It wasn’t until you and Karkat went to go help Jade out with this summer’s fruit harvest that you’d realized differently.

The day was bright and sunny and hot as all fucking hell. It reminded you of Texas in the worst kind of way. you’d gone with shorts and a really old t-shirt because it was way too humid for pants and he didn’t want to sweat through anything you actually cared about. You were already sweating and you weren’t even at her place yet, you couldn’t imagine how bad it was going to get once Jade actually put you to work.

Karkat, for some fucked up masochistic reason, would not be talked out of wearing his sweater. In the back of your mind, you had a feeling it was because you’d explicitly told him that he shouldn’t wear it today. He was going to get really hot really quick if he wore that heavy thing all day and might die of heatstroke or something. Heatstroke was some serious business. You gotta warn a bro about that stuff.

No surprise to anyone, he ignored you and wore it, anyway. You don’t know why you even bother sometimes.

Because it’s fun, that’s why you bother. The lengths Karkat will go to be a dumbass are always surprising, even if the bullshit he pulls isn’t.

He’s going to wear his sweater because you told him not to?

Expected.

He’s going to do it on a day that it’s so hot the fucking trees are melting and refuse to take it off? Less expected.

Then, just when you thought his bullshit was finished, what does he do?

He drags out a big floppy sunhat that he got from god knows where and puts it on his head.

Completely unexpected. Fuck, you love this dumbass.

So the two of you walk over to Jade’s, talking about nothing in particular while you try not to bust a gut laughing at Karkat’s stupid as fuck hat when you finally reach her place. The garden’s in the back, but she’s got supplies and shit inside, you think, so you knock.

Jade throws open the door almost as soon as you lay fist to wood, and it happens so quickly that you almost have to take a step back. She smiles at both of you and looks like she’s ready to get out into the dirt and start picking some shit. She’s already all dressed up for it, in her overalls and work gloves and-

and her giant fucking sun hat, what the fuck?

“Seriously? Et tu, Jade? Really? Did I miss some meeting or something? Was there some memo about wearing stupid hats that I didn’t get? Are we doing memos again, is that what’s going on here now?”

“What the fuck are you blabbering on about?” Karkat asks, rolling the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbow. At least he’s not trying to wear it with the sleeves all the way down.

“Your hats.” You point out. “You can’t tell me this shit wasn’t planned. You can’t both be wearing these atrocities on your heads at the same time and tell me this wasn’t even somewhat a planned event to fuck with me.”

Jade rolls her eyes. “Not everything is about you, Dave. I just felt like wearing a hat today. Besides, it’ll help keep the sun off of me.”

“But I thought you liked the sun?”

“I do, but I also don’t like being burned.” She explains. “Are you guys getting in here, or what?”

Before either of you have a chance to respond, she drags you and Karkat in by the hand. She stops once she gets to the back door. “Everything’s already out back, so we can just go out there and get started.”

“Sweet, so the food’s out there, too? We’re having a picnic lunch and shit?”

She tilts her head to the side. “Did you not ear before you came here, Dave?”

“No,” you admit with a shrug. “I thought lunch was provided.”

“It’s not. Or at least, it wasn’t going to be.” Jade replies. “Karkat, did you eat anything?”

Karkat shakes his head. “Dave had me under the impression we were eating here, and since you seem to have no clue what the fuck portion size means, let alone how to utilize the concept, I figured it would be better to come here on a completely empty stomach.” She groans and lets the both of you go so she can rub her forehead with one hand and open the door with the other. “I can’t feed you right now,” she admits, “all I can do is offer you some water or lemonade or something so you don’t dehydrate while we’re working. You’re free to help yourself to whatever you want in the garden while we’re out here, though. If any of us are still hungry after that, I’ll order a pizza or something.”

“Fuck, Jade, we’re starving now.”

“And whose fault is that?” She replies, rolling her eyes. “I never offered you food, you just assumed I would give it to you! Don’t blame me for this. You guys get outside. We can get started as soon as I get those drinks.”

You’re both ushered outside into her backyard. “Yard” is a bit of an understatement. Since Jade lives in a pretty secluded area (aside from being walking distance from you and Karkat’s house), she took over pretty much every available piece of land behind her property within a three mile radius.

And it was all her fucking garden.

Shit grew pretty easily on Earth C. It was close to fucking miraculous how quickly things grew here when compared to their previous counterparts on Earth and Alternia. Of course, the soil here was literally created with that purpose in mind, so it shouldn’t come as a shock.

What did come as somewhat of a shock was all the different shit Jade was able to cultivate in the timespan you’ve been here for. It’s all vegetation as far as the eye can see.

“Hey, Dave, what the fuck is that?” He points out into a distance.

All you see is a big watermelon patch. “What the fuck is what? I don’t see anything.”

“All those big oval things.” He says. “They look like an engorged pair of cherub’s shameglobes.”

“How do you know what cherub shameglobes look like?”

“I have an imagination, shit knob.”

“Your imagination is gross and needs to stop.” You reply. “But you’re right, they do look an awful lot like a pair of humongous green veiny cojones. Shit, I’m never going to look at a watermelon the same way again. Fuck you for ruining a perfectly good fruit for me, Karkat.”

“That shit’s a fruit?” Karkat doesn’t sound like he believes you. “How are you supposed to eat that shit? It’s bigger than your fucking head!”

You don’t have time to answer his question before Jade comes back out with a tray of ice water. “Okay, drink up and let’s get this thing started.”

So you all drank your water and split up to cover as much ground as you could. You spent hours picking fruits off trees and shoving them into your fruit receptacle (it was clearly a bucket, but you weren’t allowed to call it that because Karkat refused to use a bucket for this purpose but apparently calling it a fruit receptacle was just fine to his pure little troll sensibilities) and when you got hungry you just ate whatever the fuck you felt like.

You were really looking forward to that pizza later.

Eventually, you get this shit done. At least as much as you can for the day before the three of you retire back to Jade’s. You lay your fruit receptacle down and collapse on her back porch, breathing hard.

“I had no idea fruit could be so god damn heavy.” You complain. Your arms ache from carrying receptacle-ful’s of lemons and limes and other assorted citrus all the way here. You’re so out of breath. “What the fuck are these made of, rocks?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Dave.” Jade stands over you, blotting out the setting sun as it burns the sky orange. She’s holding two watermelons, one in each arm. “I left you and Dave with the light stuff. You have nothing to complain about. Here.”

She drops a watermelon into your waiting hands. You wrap yourself around the big fruit and remain immobile on the ground. Jade steps over you and picks up one of your receptacles in her hand like it’s nothing- and for her it probably is. Fuck.

Karkat had more sense than you in the collapsing from exhaustion department and managed to crawl over to a wall and leaned against that. You watch him take off his stupid hat and wipe sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his sweater. Jade offers him a watermelon in exchange for one of his fruit receptacles, which he gladly accepts. She drops the watermelon into his waiting hands. He clearly wasn’t anticipating the full weight of the melon, because it dropped out of his hands and onto the back porch with a heavy thud. The melon and Karkat both seemed uninjured by this.

Jade disappears inside, leaving you and Karkat out in her backyard while the sun continues its slow descent to the horizon line. You readjust so you’re laying on your back and hugging the watermelon to you as you watch the sky change color above you. The fireflies are starting to come out.

“Man, I’m starving. What kind of pizza do you think Jade’s ordering?” Karkat doesn’t answer you. “If she gets pineapple on it, I’m gonna fucking kill her, and it will be a just killing. I don’t mind it as a topping, don’t get me wrong. It’s rad as hell, and it’s so weird to have a fruit as a topping on a pizza because that’s the last thing I would think to put on that shit. I mean you got your sauce? Check. Cheese? Double check. Meats? Veggies? Fuck yeah, you check that shit. Fruit? Nah man. We’re not doing that. Well, if you insist on it, Mr. Pizza, the inventor of this fine and delectable dish. We’ll put fruit on it. This shit’s gonna have the entire food pyramid on it, but squashed down into a fucking dough circle. Yeah, that’s right, we’re gonna get fucking geometric all up in this bitch. If there’s no math involved, shit’s not real pizza, Karkat. You gotta know that. Keep that in mind next time we order. Check the delivery boy’s work, okay? I don’t want to pay for an equation that’s been fucked to hell and back, man. That shit’s not cool. Not kosher. We’re putting pineapple on this motherfucking pizza because of fucking math, dude. We’re doing this man, we’re making this happen. Pineapple? On Pizza? You better check that shit every day, son. Although not today, though. I already ate a bunch of fruit today and I’m really not feeling it on my pizza today. I mean, if she wants to order it on half, then I’m totally chill with that, just give me one or two slices of fruit free pizza and I will be a happy man. You get what I’m saying, Karkat? What do you think? Did you want pineapple?”

You look over at him, which takes a lot of work from the angle you’re at. You decide that maybe rolling completely over is the best option because there’s no way what you think you’re looking at right now is really what’s happening and is probably just a trick of positioning. You put the watermelon down and roll onto your stomach.

Nope. Your vision was right the first time.

Karkat’s gnawing on the watermelon and scratching at it, leaving shallow gauges in the rind. For all the effort he’s putting in to these attacks, he doesn’t seem to be making any progress.

You feel compelled to ask. “Karkat, what the everloving fuck are you doing?”

He pauses his attack to respond. “What does it look like I’m doing, bulge brain? I’m trying to eat whatever the shit this thing is.”

“It’s a watermelon. Wait, were you serious earlier when you said you didn’t know what it was?”

“I still don’t know what it is.”

“A watermelon, we just established that.”

“Yeah, and that tells me fuckall about the thing itself, now doesn’t it?” He snaps back at you. “I don’t know what the hell this thing tastes like, which parts are edible, if it’s poisonous to my species, fuck, I don’t even know for sure if you’re telling me the right name for whatever this is.”

“It’s a-”

“Watermelon, yeah, I got it. You can stop saying that, you human equivalent of a busted audio disc. I heard you the first time, I just don’t believe you. I though mayonaise was an instrument for a whole half a sweep because of you!”

“You asked.” You reply defensively. This isn’t the first time this has been brought up. “You literally asked me that. What was I supposed to do, say no? Like fuck I’m going to let an opportunity like that go to waste.”

“You made me look like an idiot!”

“You didn’t really need my help for that, dude.”

“I won’t be fooled again, Dave.” Karkat glares menacingly at you.

“Okay, fine, whatever. You can verify the name later, I don’t give a shit about that. I’m more concerned with what you’re trying to do to that poor melon.”

“Like I said earlier before you went deaf and lost all of your short term memory in the span of two minutes, I’m eating this thing.”

Karkat resumes his task of chewing on the watermelon. It still doesn’t seem to be doing him much good.

“Hate to break this to you, Karkat, but that’s not how you eat a watermelon. For starters, last I checked you don’t eat the green part.”

“Are you still trying to pull my frond, Dave?” Karkat asks suspiciously. “What kind of colorblind asshat do you take me for? This whole thing’s green!”

“Yeah, but the inside’s not.” You explain. “It’s red and completely okay for you to eat. Well, okay I don’t know about you specifically, but humans can eat it just fine. This shit’s one of those fruit’s you gotta open before you get to all the fruity goodness.”

“Fruity goodness? I thought you said you were sick of fruit.”

“I am, but I’m not gonna stop you from getting your enjoyment on, bro. You want any help opening that? It’ll take you all fucking night to get this shit anywhere close to open at this rate.”

“What, you got a better idea of how to crack this giant piece of shit open?”

“Yes.” You crawl over to him, and he glares suspiciously at you. “Hey, dude, don’t look at me like that. I just want to help you get the thing open faster, I don’t want to spend any more time with a hungry Karkat than I absolutely have to. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but you’re even more of an ornery fuck nugget than usual when you’re hungry. Now give up the melon.”

He glares at you suspiciously but hands over the watermelon. You take it and put it on the ground between the both of you. You stand up to get a knife from inside, but then a different idea strikes you that requires a lot less movement on your part.

“You know, actually, I’d feel like a total douchebag if I did this for you.” You say. “I’ve busted a shit ton of watermelons before, and it seems unfair that I get to perform such an important human tradition when you’ve never even so much as fucking seen a watermelon before today.”

“Human tradition?” Karkat looks up at you, still clearly suspicious of your intent but definitely interested in where this is going. Karkat’s had a thing about human traditions ever since he learned about mistle toe. You think he’s hoping to eventually come across another thinly veiled excuse to make out for no reason. “What the fuck are you talking about, ‘human tradition’? This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

“This is also the first time you’ve seen a watermelon.” You point out. “Now come on, you want to do it or not?”

He’s got a look on his face like he’s debating between participating in a new human tradition or sitting around and not doing anything. You understand his predicament, you’re still tired out and you didn’t even have to walk at all.

“Hey, come on.” You hold out your hand to help him up. “It’ll be fun, trust me. You’ll like it.”

Karkat looks at your hand, then at your face, right through your shades and straight into your eyes. You try to look at genuine as possible. It must work, either that or Karkat honestly doesn’t give a shit, because he looks back down at your hand and takes it without a second’s hesitation. You help him up to his feet.

“Okay,” Karkat says, now that his face is up close to yours, you can make out pieces of the melon rind stuck between his teeth, “so what do I do to complete this human tradition you won’t shut your giant trap about?”

“Well, first off we gotta roll this bitch to the edge of the patio.” You nudge the melon with your foot, and it rolls a few inches. “Like that.”

“What the fuck, why?”

“Because it’s tradition.” You take a step forward and nudge it again. Karkat hasn’t let go of your hand yet. You pull him over with you. “Now come on, do it. Kick the melon.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll kick the stupid melon, but only if you tell me what the fuck this human tradition’s supposed to be about.”

“It’s some bullshit about celebrating the amazing fruit bounty we got this spring season,” Karkat nudges the watermelon a little further to the edge of the patio, “and busting open the first melon of the season is supposed to represent humanity’s hopes for an even more bountiful and fun summer season.”

“That sounds fake, but so do most of your human traditions.” Karkat says, rolling his eyes. “What do we do now?”

“We do this.“ You let go of his hand and get off the patio. The patio itself is elevated only a couple inches off the ground, but it’s enough. You take the watermelon and adjust it so half of it is over the edge and take a step back. “Okay, perfect.”

“Perfect for what?” He asks. “Dave, come on! What the hell am I supposed to do now? Stare at it until my glare melts a hole through it? I can do that, if that’s what’s called for.”

“Nah, man. You don’t have to do anything like that.” You shake your head.

“Then explain to me what the fuck I do have to do.” “You gotta stomp on it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. If you want this summer to be any fun and off the wall as opposed to a weak ass bummer season where the only thing we did worth remembering is peeling off each other’s sun burns-”

“That’s disgusting.”

“-then you better stomp the shit out of that watermelon, dude. Come on man, don’t be lame.”

Karkat glares down at the watermelon in front of him. It’s all scratched up from his attempts at opening it earlier. “You know what? Fine. I’ll believe you, Dave. Just this once, I’ll take your word for it. I won’t look it up and verify that everything you’ve said isn’t a complete load of steaming hoofbeast shit after this. For once, I’m going to trust you on this one.”

Then, without further ado, he stomped the shit out of that watermelon. He hit it so hard that it burst on impact and fell off the porch and onto the ground by your feet with a dull thump. The fall left juice and little chunks of melon dripping down the edge of Jade’s patio. It looked like it might stain and you wondered if this was such a good idea after all.

Your wondering ended once you got a good look at Karkat. His foot was soaked all the way up to the ankle in watermelon slime. There was a fire dying down and cooling to embers in his eyes. There wasn’t a single part of you that thought for even a minute that Karkat didn’t put everything he had into that one melon stomp. More importantly, he looked like he was having a good time.

“How’s that for lame?” Karkat grins, looking down triumphantly at the watermelon he destroyed. “Look at that thing, I fucking demolished it! There’s no way our summer’s not gonna be fun now, right?”

He looks over at you, waiting for you to say something in reply. He’s actually asking. You grin back at him and pick up the biggest piece of watermelon you can find off the ground. “Yeah, dude! It’s gonna be the god damn best! I can already tell by just looking at this.” You hand him the big piece and pick up another one for yourself. “Seriously, you fucking killed this. That was the best watermelon smashing I ever did see. Maybe you should be in charge of this every year, because you honest to fuck rule at watermelon smashing, man. Hey, if you are cool with doing this whole awesome human watermelon busting tradition thing every year we should probably get you a title or something to go along with it. How does Melon Lord sound to you?”

“Dave, holy shit, shut the fuck up.” He snorts. He gives you his hand and helps you back up onto the patio. “I know it’s not a real tradition, I’m not a fucking idiot. Although Karkat Vantas, Melon Lord does have a nice ring to it.”

“You knew the whole time?” You both walk a few steps away from the mess and sit back down with your big chunks of watermelon. It’s dripping sticky juices down your hands. “Why the fuck did you go along with it?”

He shrugs. “It sounded like you put at least some thought into the lie.” He takes an experimental bite out of the watermelon. An odd look crosses his face. “I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“It’ll grow on you.”

“I hope not. That sounds painful.” He swallows and takes another bite. “You don’t have to make up a reason why your species opens fruit like that. That’s perfectly fine with me, I don’t give a shit.”

“Wait, that’s not-” you start to correct him, but think better of it, “you know what, never mind.”

You both sit there and watch the sunset while you eat chunks of melon. You put your shades in your hair and lean against Karkat. It’s not as deliriously hot out now that the sun is gone. It’s surprisingly cool out, actually. The fireflies have been joined by some of Earth C’s earliest and brightest stars. You still don’t know all the constellations, not that you knew that many back home, either. You’re going to fix that this summer. You’re going to learn all of them.

Karkat’s hand makes its way over to yours, and you intertwine his sticky fingers with your own. You think this is going to be the most fun summer of your life.

“Hey, guys, I ordered a couple of pizzas!” Jade says as she barges out of the house, causing both of you to jump and break apart. “They should be here in maybe a half hour. I have some stuff we could watch if you guys wanted to st- what the hell did you guys do?”

You and Karkat stand up and face her. Hey, Jade.”

“Karkat, what the fuck is on your pants?”

Karkat’s staring at his heavily stained pant leg. “Watermelon.”

“Watermelon.” She shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t leave you two alone for five minutes, can I?”

“We’re hungry, what did you expect?”

“Well, it’s a good thing I ordered those pizzas, then.” Jade responds with a good natured eye roll. “Are you guys coming inside or not?”

“Yeah, we’re coming.”

You both walk over to the door, but she blocks you before you have a chance to get in. “Before I let you in, you have to promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“You guys have to clean that mess up first.” She points to the remains of the watermelon you both destroyed.

“What, right now?” You ask. “Jade, that’ll take all night!”

“Then I guess you better start working.” Jade retorts with a shrug, closing the door in your face. You think you hear a lock click.

“Well, shit.” You sigh, dragging yourself back over to the mess. “I guess we’re cleaning now.”

This is going to be the most fun summer of your life.

Aside from this.

#dave strider #karkat vantas #jade harley #davekat #prompt #fanfic #my fanfic #watermelons #this was such a good prompt i honest to god loved it #thank you @royalrastafariannaynays for this prompt it was awesome #now on ao3 if you'd rather read it on there

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xcziel · 5 years ago

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i used to do all kinds of stuff - i have very very pale, thin skin with acne scarring and enlarged pores, prone to to redness and cystic acne - i was on accutane for a while in my 20s - but trying new products a lot just really hasn't worked for me (i tried doing the argan oil thing last year and it was horrifying)

i really just rely on my makeup (dermablend + revlon colorstay) to look okay for work so my skincare routine has basically shrunk to micellar water/wipes + carmex. i like the Garnier line because for some reason their formulations have never seemed to trigger reactions from my skin/hair, and their scents are mostly unobtrusive (to me)

@ $6.50 for pack of 25

@ $7 for 13.5 oz bottle that lasts six months minimum, Carmex @ $1 per tube

even the mildest moisturizers (neutrogena, cetaphil, purpose, etc.) end up feeling greasy to me, and other makeup removers that are strong enough to get the dermablend and/or waterproof mascara (contacts) off also have always left my face feeling gross, and that leads to messing with it (which leads to picking and ocd-land).

i literally can no longer tolerate retin-a, benzoyl peroxide, salicylic acid, or anything scented. yes (before someone asks), i have tried natural/herbal alternatives - i do occasionally do a lemon&honey facemask. but even back when i was doing pricey makeup remover + hypoallergenic facewash + toner + moisturizer + nighttime retinol and/or other acne treatment, my face still felt uncomfortably like either a) it had 'stuff' on it all the time, or b) it was drying and cracking, and both of those triggered the ocd.

the only thing that has left my face feeling 'normal' pretty much all the time has been discovering micellar water. i love it to hell and back.

my face care routine is now:

use micellar face wipes with a few drops of the water to remove all the makeup

putz around before bedtime doing whatever

wipe face again before lying down and

apply carmex to areas prone to drying/peeling (or wherever there has been a recent breakout) bc evidently i personally am not sensitive to lanolin (i guess?)

wake up and wipe face to clear carmex and overnight schmutz

apply makeup

idk why but apparently the carmex works for me as a spot moisturizer - if i leave it off, i get flaky patches, if i try to use an actual moisturizer, my skin freaks out/gets greasy (if i try to use face oil, it seems i end up peeling off bits of skin until i'm literally bleeding). sometimes in the winter i'll do a moisturizing sheetmask bc it's fun to look like jason voorhees or a creepy android for 20 minutes

@ $2.50 per mask

adding anything else just seems to make things worse - i do have bliss glycolic peel pads for whenever things really seem to need exfoliating, but even that has to be rinsed immediately after application or my face starts to flake and peel off like two days later

these are like $25 for a box of 30

on the plus side, it's super simple and cheap. i still break out from stress the same amount as i did when i was using 7 products that cost 10 times as much, so *shrug*

i'm sure these are not 'skin secrets' anyone wants to hear, but i'm telling you, after years of splashing in sinks à la noxzema tv commercials, i have never been so happy to basically never put tap water on my face

p.s. carmex is fantastic for scabs/flaking skin, i'm serious, just fyi

~long confessional addition is long~

reblog with your skincare routine if you’ve stuck with it for a while … i’m curious

like, for example, i have normal to oily skin and adult acne. the prices for all these are from target

in the morning i wash my face with biore pore unclogging scrub. i know people say not to use a scrub every day but i haven’t had a problem with it, and it feels really great when waking up in the morning. it’s $5.99 for 5 oz

then i put on cetaphil face moisturizer with spf 15. this is HUGE for my skin and acne. the rest of the products i use help and make my skin feel nice and i truly think they make a difference. but nothing fucks up my skin like not moisturizing it, or trying to cheat by using body moisturizer when i’ve run out of the face stuff. i’ve tried using their anti acne face moisturizer, but for me that one was actually way worse, possibly because i was combining it with a couple other anti acne products. it was still a great moisturizer, and i finished the bottle but i did not repurchase. it’s on the pricier end of things i buy, but so worth it for me. $16.99 for 4 oz

then on goes the primer and all my other makeup.

at night i wash off my make up with the soap and glory peaches and clean deep cleansing milk. on the bottle it says it melts makeup away, and it’s not joking, it gets everything but the most stubborn bits of my eye makeup. it also smells amazing and my skin feels softer after. the only annoying thing is the last 10th of the bottle is always impossible to get out, and i end up just tossing it and buying a new bottle rather than struggling. $10.99 for 11.8 oz

then to get the last bits of my makeup and anything else the cleanser may have missed, i use dr. thayer’s witch hazel toner in rose petal. full discloser, i only tried it because it kept popping up on buzzfeed, and before i tried it i’d been using the giant bottles of witch hazel that target sells for literally $2 for years. it does exactly the same thing. but i like the scent and the feeling of it on my skin and the bottle and it lasts forever (i’ve only repurchased once and i’ve been using it for nearly a year), so i use it. but you can absolutely get the same benefit by just using straight up witch hazel as a toner, and it’s cheap as hell. this is $9.29 for 12 oz.

then i use taget’s generic benxoyl peroxidie gel. i don’t use this one super consistently, i use it more as a spot treatment than a preventative measure out of laziness, although i’ve noticed the times i do manage to use it consistently, my skin has looked amazing. the only caveat is it does make your skin more sensitive to the sun. i haven’t had an issue because my makeup and moisturizer has spf in it, and i work indoors, but it’s something to keep in mind. it’s $3.49 for 1 oz.

the moisturizer again, then finally i use vasaline lip therapy on my lips right before going to sleep. it’s amazing and keeps my lips super soft. it’s $1.99 for .25 oz

okay this post got long, but you get the idea.

is this more or less products than you use? are we all out here living our drugstore lives or have you found some expensive stuff that’s worth it? (no shade my blush costs $30)

WHAT ARE PEOPLE PUTTING ON THEIR SKIN??

#like if i could find a magic bullet #that would fix my skin #i would pay whatever #but every time i change #or try new products #i end up unhappy for long enough #that i give up #until i saw the ad for micellar water in #instyle i think it was?#and i was curious and it's not expensive #and i like it so much #usually i try something #get excited about it #and then after a couple of days #the face strikes back #and it's regret(tm)#i know there are all these fantastic cleansers and creams out there #korean beauty secrets or whatever #but doingg damage control from #failed trials #has sapped my enthusiasm #when your face just #hurts #from peels or cysts or infected follicles #your priorities change to #maintaining the status quo #sorry i sound so defensive #and for adding all this to your innocent post #but i guess i just wanted to #lay it all out for myself

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dong-hyucks · 8 years ago

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Ethereal ; G-Dragon

Requested Characters: Jiyong (G-Dragon) / Reader //slight mention of bigbang members Genre: Alternate universe, fluff??, romance A/N: this was a prompt that was requested, but since we are no longer doing that (kinda) this happened? i dunno. technically it’s the same thing, we’re just not drawing names out of a hat // also i’ll just be using seungri’s stagename since it’d be confusing to have two seunghyuns in one story // this is also really long oops

Masterlists

“Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

Daesung groaned, throwing his head back onto the couch. “One day,” he mumbled, “can’t you two go one day without insulting each other?” He asked, his voice desperate. The usual sunshine of your group was honestly tired of your constant bickering you did with Jiyong. “No,” the two of you said in unison, turning to narrow your eyes at each other.

Youngbae snorted, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know what you were expecting, man. They’ve been at each other’s throats since they were in elementary.” Seungri nodded, tuning out the conversation by going on his phone. “Seunghyun’s coming to pick us up soon, so could you at least keep the arguing to a minimum until then? After you can yell to your heart’s content,” Daesung said.

Huffing, you crossed your arms and sat in between Daesung and Youngbae. Jiyong glared down at you, opting for a chair at the dinner table instead. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come along,” you grumbled under your breath. “But you did and you’re stuck with us now,” Youngbae said, putting an arm around your shoulder.

The three of you (with Seungri commenting every now and then) continued to converse idly until Seunghyun appeared in the hallway. “Let’s go,” he drawled, obvious excitement in his expression. The six of you had gone on a road trip, and were stopping in Gwangju, onward to Yeosu.

You watched as Jiyong pushed passed Seunghyun, obviously mad after your recent argument. Seunghyun raised a brow at you, an incredulous look washing over his happy expression. “Did you two fight again?” You sighed, nodding slowly. “It’s not my fault he decided to call me fat,” you frowned. Seunghyun merely shook his head, perhaps in slight disappointment. “You should really learn to control your emotions around your crush, you know.”

“Yeah,” you said, your voice just above a whisper, “I know.”

The car ride was bustling with conversation, the argument partially in the past. Daesung, Youngbae, and Seungri were singing at the top of their lungs to whatever song came up on the radio while Seunghyun added his own adlibs. The only ones who remained silent were you and Jiyoung, unsurprisingly.

You stared at the window, watching as scenery passed you by. You unknowingly began to count the signs as they went by, desperate for some sort of entertainment.

Jiyong stayed quiet, going through his phone. He couldn’t do much, as the area didn’t provide him with service, so he was basically re-reading lyrics he had hastily written down in his notes. Once he realized that his phone was almost dead, he quickly turned it off. Letting in a deep breath, he sighed and looked ahead. His eyes met yours in the mirror for a brief second, before you looked away, cheeks red. Shaking his head, he looked out his own window.

What he saw made his eyes widen in horror. “Seunghyun, watch out--”

He was too late; a truck had rammed into the side of the vehicle, causing it to roll over and hit a lamp post. Jiyong felt an intense pain in his shoulder and temple, his sight blurring. He could barely process the taste of blood before everything went black.

Jiyong groaned as he woke, a blinding light pooling into the room from the window. He squinted as he opened his eyes, slowly adjusting to the brightness. The sight of his room shocked him, his hand pressing against his forehead in hopes of soothing the lingering ache. “Was that all a dream?” He asked himself out loud, confused.

A knock sounded at the door, breaking him out of this thoughts. “Come in,” he slowly said. To his complete and utter shock, you came in wearing a grin. He was about to snap at you, but you beat him; “Morning sleepy head,” you said, sitting at the foot of his bed. “It’s already two pm, I was going to wake you up.”

Jiyong narrowed his eyes at you, suspicious. “Why’re you being so nice to me?” He asked, his tone cold. You blinked in confusion, tilting your head. “What do you mean?”

“We literally argued today,” he reminded you, “I insulted you. Remember?” You scoffed, leaning back onto your hands. “You always insult me, Ji, I’m not effected by it anymore,” you shrugged. “Besides, how could we have argued today? You’ve been in bed all day, silly. Now wake up, you’re late.”

Jiyong furrowed his brows, “late for what?”

Rolling your eyes, you tugged on his hand, pulling him out of bed. Jiyong sputtered at the sudden skinship, stumbling as he stood up. “You’re meeting with the guys, remember?” You said, using his words. “You have a gig today.”

“A gig?”

You looked over your shoulder at him, arching a brow. “Have you forgotten everything today? Your gig, the one you’ve been practicing for, like, ever?” Turning to face him completely, you frowned. “What’s with you today? Are you okay?” Taking a step closer to him, you rested a hand against his forehead. Jiyong stared down at you, searching your eyes.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, pushing your hand away. Ignoring your hurt expression he turned to his closet. “Can you get out? I need to change.” You sighed, slowly retreating out of his room. Jiyong let out a sigh, putting a hand on his chest in hopes of calming his heart.

What was happening?

After changing, Jiyong stepped out of his room. Upon wandering his house, he found you sitting on the couch, scrolling through what he assumed was Tumblr, a site he had seen you fawn over with Daesung.

You heard him, looking up to see him standing in the hallway, looking lost. “Did you brush your teeth?” You asked, going back to focusing on your phone. “You better have, that’s kind of gross dude.” Jiyong gave you an incredulous look. “Yes, mom, I did,” he sneered. You put your phone down, looking up at him once again. “Seriously, why’re you so moody today? I get that you’re nervous but you don’t need to push that all on me.”

Shaking your head, you stood up. “Let’s go,” you mumbled, “the boys are probably wondering where we are.”

Jiyong watched as you walked passed him, your head down. He followed you, his steps slow. Everything seemed different to him. Usually, you’d have snapped at him already but now you just looked dejected. Normally that would’ve brought some sort of satisfaction to him, so why was he feeling so... bad?

You stepped into the car, sitting in the driver’s seat. Jiyong stood outside of the car, feeling out of place. Rollling down the window, you gestured for him to get in. “What’re you waiting for? Christmas?” Jiyong huffed, opening the door to the passenger seat before entering.

“Where are we going?” Jiyong asked after a moment of silence. “The club.” Your answer was short and he could tell that you weren’t in a good mood. “Did you drink the lemon water like I told you to?” You asked, turning on the air conditioning. “What?”

You let out a sigh of frustration, “I’m guessing you didn’t. Jiyong you told me that you coming down with a cold and your voice was a bit raspy.” Your tone was like that of a scolding mother’s. “This is your biggest gig yet, but you couldn’t prepared yourself even in the slightest?”

Jiyong opened his mouth to protest, but decided against it. You stopped at a red light and rested your head on the wheel. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “You’re probably really nervous right now and me reprimanding you isn’t helping.” The rest of the drive was in silence, Jiyong watching you with curious eyes. “We’re here,” you said quietly, stopping the car.

Jiyong got out of the car, shocked to see where you had stopped. The club was the busiest one in town. Looking back at you, he was surprised to see you wipe your cheeks before stepping out of the car. “[Y/N] are you--”

“Let’s go in,” you interrupted him, walking ahead of him to the entrance. You quickly flashed a card to the bouncer out front, who let you in. The club was surprisingly busy for almost three in the afternoon.

The two of you spotted the boys almost instantly. They were sitting at a booth, talking among themselves. “Hey,” you greeted, sitting beside Daesung. “Someone’s late,” Seungri sang, a joking grin playing his lips. “He decided to sleep in today,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Jiyong sat beside Seunghyun quietly, not responding to the boy’s jesting. “Excuse me,” a foreign girl said. Jiyong looked up to see who appeared to be a worker, tap you on the shoulder. “May I speak to you,” she glanced at the others, “in private?”

Nodding, you excused yourself from the table and followed the girl to an isolated corner. “Who’s she?” Jiyong asked, nodding his head toward your general direction. The boys shrugged, “we see her around a lot, but [Y/N] won’t tell us who she is.”

You sighed as you stopped walking. “What is it now, Erinn?” Erinn glared at you. “I thought I told you to stay away from Jiyong,” she spat. You rolled your eyes, not intimidated in the slightest. “Jiyong’s my best friend, so I think he’d be a bit suspicious if I suddenly stopped hanging out with him.” Your eyes trailed away from her, resting on the stage. “Besides, I’m practically their manager, so that’s a bit difficult.”

You began to walk away, but her hand clasped around your wrist. “This is your last warning, [Y/N], stay away from my boyfriend.” You scoffed, a bitter smile on your lips. “Your boyfriend? Jiyong hasn’t dated since he graduated high school. Stop trying to bullshit me,” you grumbled, pulling your arm away from her grasp.

Erinn let out an angry gasp, her hand moving up to slap you. “What are you doing?” Freezing, Erinn looked up to see, you guessed it, Jiyong. “Jiyong-ssi,” she stuttered, “[Y/N] provoked me, so I--”

Shaking his head he turned to you. “You okay?” You nodded, not that fazed by the girl’s actions. “Jiyong-ssi,” Erinn exclaimed, trying to get his attention. “Look, I don’t even know you, so if you’ll excuse us we have things to do.” Jiyong quickly pulled you back to the table, gently pushing you back into the booth.

“What was that?” Youngbae asked, looking at you with a concerned expression. “Just some crazy fan of yours,” you mumbled, crossing your arms. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Daesung asked with a frown. “If Jiyong hadn’t rushed to you, you would’ve been hurt.”

You glanced at Jiyong, who was staring at the table, before answering. “I’ve been slapped by her before, she’s really weak so it’s fine.”

“What?” Jiyong blurted. “Jiyong it’s fine,” you pressed. “You’re performing soon, so you should go warm up. I have to talk to the owner anyway,” you quickly moved out of your seat, before Jiyong could say another word.

Jiyong bit his lip, watching your back. Why had he felt so angry when he found out you had been hurt before? He would’ve just brushed it off, but something about you just felt different.

The performance lasted for two hours. Apparently they had booked the time months ago, something Jiyong wasn’t really prepared for. While they sang and rapped, Jiyong’s eyes kept going to you. You had been smiling and singing along, seemingly knowing the songs word for word.

You had seemed so ethereal in his eyes, it was insane. He wanted to see you smile again, as if it were a necessity.

“You guys were great,” you said happily when they walked off of the mini stage. You had towels and water bottles ready, which they took gratefully. “That was even better than your practices!”

Jiyong watched as you smiled with the boys, not minding their sweat. “Jiyong?” Your voice rang in his ears, overpowering the sound of his racing heartbeat. “You okay?”

Jiyong was slow to respond, but he nodded nonetheless. “Peachy.”

You smiled at him, wavering. Before he could stop himself, Jiyong found himself dragging you away from the boys. He ignored the hollers and cheers from the boys as he exited the club with you. “Jiyong--” He stopped suddenly, causing you to walk into his back. “Smile.”

“What?”

Jiyong realized how dumb he sounded, but it was too late to take it back. That’s what he thought, anyway. “Smile for me.” Pausing, he looked away bashfully. “Please.”

“You’ve been acting weird today, Ji. Did you have a bad dream or something?” You could say that, he thought. “No,” he stammered. “I just like how we are now.” Slowly, his eyes met yours.

Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump.

He remembered the last time he felt like this. Nervous around you. It was in elementary school, when he first met you. He didn’t know how to react around you, so he kind of just snapped at you. Until now, he didn’t know why he always shook whenever he was around you, or why he couldn’t speak clearly.

I liked [Y/N].

“So please, just smile for me.” You looked up at him, worried. Sighing, you allowed yourself to smile at him. With a smile, you said; “you did great today, Ji. It was exhilarating to see you guys up there, performing and having fun. You seemed to really give it your all today.”

Jiyong felt the corners of his mouth tilting upwards, and it wasn’t long before he was full on grinning at you. He could tell past feelings were resurfacing but he didn’t care. He liked seeing you smile.

Gasping, Jiyong bolted up. Daesung jumped, his eyes snapping open. “You’re awake!” He exclaimed, standing up in shock. Jiyong’s eyes darted across the room. The room had a strong smell of disinfectant and the beeping of the heart monitor droned on. “A dream?” He asked himself, resting his head in his hands.

“I’ll go get a doctor--” Jiyong shook his head fervently. “Where are the others? Are they okay?” Daesung nodded slowly. “The doctors say that it’s a miracle that we’re alive. We weren’t hurt as bad you and [Y/N] were, since the truck hit your side.” His eyes widened. “Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked, his hands starting to shake.

Daesung gestured to the wall, “they’re in the next room... What’s up with you? You usually don’t care about--” Daesung gasped when Jiyong detached the IV, ignoring the blood that came out of his arms. “Jiyong, what--”

Jiyong rushed out of the room, his legs weak. holding onto the wall, he slid open the door to the next room, instantly seeing you sitting up in your bed, the other guys surrounding you.

They all turned around to see Jiyong standing in the doorway, blood dripping down his arm. Daesung came rushing behind him, trying to get a nurse’s attention. “Oh my God, Jiyong your arm!” You exclaimed, shocked to see him up and standing.

Jiyong quickly pushed passed Seungri and Seunghyun, stumbling over your bed. “Hey, are you okay?” Youngbae asked worriedly, resting a hand on Jiyong’s shoulder. Jiyong leaned forward, silencing everyone in the room.

Your eyes widened, staring into Jiyong’s. The feeling of his slightly chapped lips against yours sent your heart racing. The boys gasped, recoiling in shock. When he pulled away, you were shaking. “I like you,” he whispered, his voice faltering. “I started liking you when we met,” he confessed.

“Jiyong,” Daesung mumbled in surprise. None of the boys had expected the sudden confession; honestly they really believed that he hated you. “I got nervous when you suddenly went up to me, so I yelled at you. I’m sorry.”

You let out a breath, still interpreting the situation. “So, you’re telling me that after all these years, the only reason why we argued was because you liked me?” Jiyong nodded slowly, sitting on the edge of your bed. “You’re an idiot!” You exploded angrily.

Jiyong flinched, but nodded again. You let out a groan of frustration before glaring up at the boys. Quickly getting the message, they left the room in haste. “I can’t believe you,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to him. He bowed his head apologizing again.

“Stop apologizing, will you?” You said, your voice soft. He glanced up at you through his hair. Sighing, you rested a hand on his cheek, to which he leaned into involuntarily. “I’ve liked you since we were in the tenth grade,” you said, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I saw you being nice to your girlfriend and I kind of just, I dunno, fell.” He listened to you intently, eyes staring at you intensely.

“I guess I just wished you were nice to me, which lead to me thinking of situations where we were,” you paused, clearing your throat, “a couple.” You looked down in embarrassment. Jiyong chuckled, placing a hand over yours, making you looked up at him. “Do me a favour,” he mumbled, his eyes darting to your lips. “Smile for me.”

You did.

If Jiyong was unsure about his feelings, he was definitely sure in that moment. Leaning in, he pecked your lips. Your smile grew and he did it again. This time, he stayed close to you. Your lips moved in sync, quickly finding a pattern to move along to.

When you heard someone clear their throat, you parted slowly. You looked to the side to see a few doctors and nurses at the door, chuckling nervously.

“That was very sweet and all,” one of them said, “but we need to treat your arm.” Your eyes trailed down to Jiyong’s still bleeding arm. “I appreciate the gesture, Jiyong, but I’ll say it again. You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot.”

“Never ever say that again.”

this was so rushed sorry to the anon who requested this oml

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bambamsgotjams · 8 years ago

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S. Coups As A Father

Title: S. Coups As A Father

Requested: can you do a mini series maybe with seventeen as fathers? I love your work, keep it up!!

A/N: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this so stick with me and let me know if this sucks. (I even think I got a little carried away at some point)

Alrighty, let’s get started here

Everyone basically already knows that this boy is daddy asf

And no, not like that you sickos

Seungcheol is like a natural born father

Father like instincts just come pretty natural to him

I mean, it’s not like he’s raised 12 kids on his own already with occasional help from his wife Jeonghan but let’s not get into that

Basically this boy was an excited puppy when you finally told him that you were pregnant with his first child

At first you were nervous about telling him because he would come home from practices and would start to complain to you with how much of a pain in the ass his children were being that day and that he never signed up to be a father in the first place to these children

So you decided to tell him subtly by leaving little hints about it

You would coo at every baby the two of you passed and stated about how you guys would have cute babies like that someday

Occasionally you would ask if you could stop in the baby section of the store because you loved to look at cute baby stuff

Coups never questioned because he thought that it was you just being you and weird and stuff like that

His suspicions eventually came up when you began to serve him baby carrots every night for dinner

Like sure he told you he loved carrots but he wasn’t in love with them

Plus he’s sure he’s eaten so many of them by now that he was turning orange

Not to mention that you legit tried serving him baby food one time

So one night he decided to confront you about it

During that night’s daily cuddle session between the two of you he randomly popped up the question

“What’s with all of this baby stuff all of a sudden, you’re acting like you actually want a child.”

He didn’t really mean for it to sound the way that it did because he was secretly wanting one ever since the two of you got married but he was too afraid to ask

You were kind of shocked at his statement and you swore your heart kind of broke in the heat of his question because you were afraid that he actually didn’t want a baby so being pregnant and emotional you began to cry

Seungcheol’s instincts kicked in and he tried his best to comfort you, kind of curious about what he said that actually made his special lady cry

He would try everything he could to make what he said sound good but only failing miserably at that

“I’m actually pregnant you ass”

That would shut him up immediately and he would be complete silent for like 5 minutes before breaking out into a huge smile and nearly squeezing you to death with squealing

He would apologize to you and explain that he actually wanted a child like his entire life and that he was just way too nervous to ask you or talk to you about it

You would except his apology and tell him to just stop rambling and finish cuddling you before you left to go do your own thing

Seungcheol would be that really protective husband over everything that you do

He would always be cautious and ask you questions on whether it was really safe for you to be doing what you were doing

Things like that would include reaching for things on high shelves

He would gently push you aside and scold you saying that you should just ask him to get it next time so that way you don’t have to overwork your body just to get a box of cereal

But you weren’t even like showing yet so you were kind of confused about why he was acting all daddy mode before you were even a month in your pregnancy

You didn’t question it though because you enjoyed being pampered from head to toe by your husband

His new favorite activity was coming home from work and running a bubble bath for you and him while rubbing your tummy as the two of you relaxed

He would be an emotional wreck at your first ultrasound and ask the doctor if he could have like 30 copies to give to everyone he works with

Literally each member of seventeen would have wallet sized pictures of his future baby

You guys would have constant debates over the gender of your child

You would be set on having a little girl seeing that it was literally your dream to have one of your own

Seungcheol would be set on having a boy

He would insist you that he was 100% sure that you were having a boy

It was his father senses

Of course you would smack him every time he used that excuse and told him that you didn’t need any more boys to take care of because 13 was already enough

For this reason you two decided to wait until the actual childbirth to find out the gender

“oh my gosh seungcheol tell me you did not get your members to bet money on the gender of this child”

“okay, i didn’t get the members to bet money on our child, they did that themselves”

*tHUNKS HEAD*

The past couple of months seemed pretty smooth and eventually you finally started getting symptoms of being pregnant

All throughout the morning sicknesses and mood swings Seungcheol was always by your side and oh so sweet to you

Like you just wanted to cry and thank Jesus that you had such a loving and caring husband who was willing to put up with your pregnancy

His favorite part was when you would tell him your food cravings and he would actually get that exact creation for you and you denying eating any of that the day after

Like he would make you an ice cream sundae complete with pickles, carrots, ketchup, ramen, strawberries, and a hint of lemon juice and avocados

“no seungcheol that sounds completely gross I would never eat something like that without getting sick”

“mhm whatever you say babe”

“don’t make me thunk your head again”

This man would get so emotional throughout this pregnancy

Like when you first felt the baby kick you let out an ear piercing scream in the middle of the night out of excitement

Seungcheol would jolt up from bed and grab the nearest shoe, turning to you immediately asking what happened and who killed you

You would tell him to shut up and take his hand to place it on your stomach

Seuncheol would stop breathing the second he felt your baby kick

After that he would burst into tears of joy and begin to rub your swollen belly and talking cutely to the baby like every other fanfiction daddy does

Honestly you were like the cutest pregnant couple ever

Finally after months of being pampered from both the boys and Seungcheol it was finally time for the baby to arrive

Seungcheol was hesitant to leave you at home alone seeing that it was nearing the final days until the expected date

You assured him that you would be fine and would manage on your own as you literally had to push him out of the door

But Seungcheol’s suspensions were right seeing that later that day you actually did end up going into labor

You were casually watering your cute lil plants in your apartment when you felt something drip down your leg

You thought you spilled water from your pail, but the outside was dry

Then you thought you peed up there was no water on the floor

Then the pain struck you and you were like oKAY THis iS HAppENING

You would casually slip on a pair of shoes and waddle your way to the door all while suffering through extreme contractions

You would finally make it to your car and drive straight to Pledis where you knew your husband would be at practice

Once you got there you were greeted by Minghao who was practicing some of his b-boying in the lobby

You told him about your struggle and you were pretty sure he turn white

He quickly helped you up to their practice room and burst into the room, gaining attention from all the members

Seungcheol looked at you confused as to why you were there and you were just kind of like, “yeah my water broke and i’m gonna have a baby like now”

Seungcheol would spring into action and take you straight to the hospital and ignoring all the calls he got from his managers

Once you got to the hospital he practically screamed at the receptionist that his wife was going to have a baby and she was like

“bro you need to chill”

So they finally took you back to one of those labor rooms and got you situated for the birth

Seungcheol didn’t remember most of the process because he almost passed out the second he saw a baby’s head poking out of your lady bits

But soon enough it was over and you sat back breathless on the bed

The nurse took the baby away to get clean and that’s when you and Seungcheol began to argue once more on what gender the baby was going to be

Once the nurse arrived back with your baby she announced that the two of you had a healthy baby boy

Seungcheol jumped up from his seat and did a little in your face dance

You rolled your eyes at his antics and tried to act like you weren’t actually married to this loser

Seungcheol literally cherished his son so much

He was the most important thing in his life besides his beautiful wife of course

He would be sure to video every second of this baby’s life

His first steps

His first words

“glooblah isn’t a real word seuncheol”

“it is in baby”

“ffs why did i marry you”

He’d be that really embarrassing dad that every kid thought was cool but secretly his own son even tried to pretend that he didn’t know him

When his son asked to sign up to play soccer Seungcheol would go all smiley and be so proud that his son wanted to be social with people and his son just wanted his dad to chill because he just really liked soccer and his friends promised him that they got free pizza after every game

Turns out that your son actually ended up liking the sport more than he thought and continued to play it all throughout middle school and high school

He ended up being the captain of the soccer team in high school and Seuncheol was like :’)

Your son went to his father on advice to ask out a girl that he really liked in school and he was pretty sure that he saw a giant smiley face firework shoot off in his father’s head

“you see son i was actually a ladies man in high school”

“that’s bs because literally no one liked you”

“shut up y/n”

He actually ended up giving his son some pretty good advice because the girl his son liked ended up accepting his confession and agreed to go out with him

The two of them were literally linked together

Seungcheol found himself growing a little jealous at all the attention his son was giving his new girlfriend because he missed all the good daddy and son times they used to have playing soccer and stuff like that

Soon enough your son ended up graduating high school and Seuncheol denied crying the whole time while tears poured down his face as he said so

Your son was very nervous about choosing a college because he got so many scholarship offers for soccer

Seungcheol tried his best and gave him a inspirational talk about how no matter what he chooses that he will be doing what he loves and thats all that matters

It was literally so beautiful that even you began to have second thoughts about calling your husband a loser

Your son ended up going to this giant university in Seoul and entered into a physical education major in college so he could be a sports instructor someday

Seungcheol cried for days after your son left and begged you to make more babies for him and you were like

“ew gross grandpa”

It made you so happy with how much Seungcheol loved your son

You never expected him to be as good as a father as he was

You kind of wished that you didn’t spend so much time insulting him and spent more time cherishing the moments because time does fly by fast when your a parent

You don’t even blame Seungcheol for crying when your son left because you missed spending time with them and watching the bond with each other

But you could be prouder at the family you helped raised and of the kind of father Seuncheol actually turned out to be

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daringyounggrayson · 6 years ago

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You said you wanted birdflash prompts, and I think that #58 on the angst-to-fluff ("Very Mature. Asshole.") fits them nicely

Hey, thanks so much for the request, I really enjoyed filling it! I had a cold and an ear infection when I started writing this, so enjoy some sick birdflash.

In Sickness and in Health (AO3)

Dick is calling it: he’s officially sick. And not “just a common cold” sick, but “stay home and move as little as possible” sick. He can’t remember the last time he could really think clearly and his throat feels like sandpaper from all the coughing. He’s achy, has the chills, and feels nauseous. He needs meds—obviously—but he hasn’t been in Bludhaven very long and he hadn’t thought to buy decongestions for his new place. He also doesn’t think he can physically leave his blanket cocoon.

Luckily, his boyfriend is a speedster; he’ll be able to get meds faster than anyone and has no problem helping Dick out in his time of need. So he texts him with his needs for drugs and company and Wally is there before Dick can even completely (unintentionally) doze off.

“Hey, Babe,” Wally greets, kissing his forehead almost as soon as he walks in the door. “Woah, you’re really warm.”

“Hmm,” Dick hums, leaning into the palm on his forehead that has replaced Wally’s lips.

“How long have you been sick?” Wally asks, pulling away from Dick to shuffle through the plastic bag.

“No clue,” Dick replies. And really, he can’t remember.

The shuffling stops and Dick can feel Wally staring at him.

“What?”

Wally’s stare intensifies. “You can’t remember?”

“I’m tired,” Dick wines, toppling over onto his side. He opens one eye to find Wally still looking at him, so he thinks for a second and explains, “I thought I had a cold—um, maybe a week or two ago—but it was no big deal. Guess it came back with a vengeance.”

The shuffling starts again and this time Wally pulls out some small boxes.

“Did you bring presents?” Dick asks cheekily, sitting back up again to lean against Wally.

“Well, if Mucinex and cough drops count, then yes,” Wally says, smiling.

“Those are the best kinds of presents,” Dick jokes, taking the goods from Wally and gets to work on popping the Mucinex from its packaging.

“I’ll get you some water.” Wally pats Dick’s arm, then heads for the kitchen.

Dick opens the box without a problem, but he can’t seem to get the tablets out of the foil. He can’t rip the supposedly pre-scored rectangle to peel of the top foil. His arms feel weak and his hands are shaky. And now he’s frustrated and doesn’t want to deal with it.

“Wally,” Dick calls, suddenly very aware of how different his voice sounds due to his illness. “Come back.”

“One sec,” Wally calls. And, literally, one second later, Wally’s back, glass of water in hand. “Here.”

Dick takes the glass, trading it for the tray of Mucinex. “I can’t open it,” he explains.

Wally gives him this sad look, but he doesn’t hesitate to take it. “I don’t know why they make this packaging so difficult to open.” Wally hands the now freed pill to Dick, who immediately swallows it. “I mean, they designed it knowing tired, sick people would be using it.”

Dicks shrugs as he sips his water. He sets the still mostly-full glass on the side table as Wally takes a spot on the couch next to him.

“Wanna watch something?” Wally suggests as Dick unwraps a lemon-flavored cough drop and pops it into his mouth.

“Sure,” Dick says, then sucks on the cough drop and curls up next to Wally.

Wally pulls up Dick’s Netflix account and plays the last thing Dick was in the middle of watching. It turns out he had been watching another nature doc, but Dick has no memory of watching the first half. He wonders how feverish he actually is.

At some point, Dick’s head winds up in Wally’s lap. Wally’s hand is playing with Dick’s hair, and Dick has Wally’s other hand draped across his stomach. It’s comfortable, and Dick kind of likes this domestic moment, even if he had to be sick to get it. It’s hard being in a long-distance relationship sometimes, even if your boyfriend has super speed and you see each other regularly. But there’s nothing to be done about it. Dick won’t leave Bludhaven and Wally won’t leave college. Neither asks the other to do so, of course; it’s just an unspoken rule.

They finish the documentary, Wally pausing it when Dick’s coughing fits get too intense to hear the narration. Wally puts something else on once it finishes, but Dick keeps falling in and out of sleep too often to really follow the plotline. When he wakes up next, the TV’s off and he’s still on Wally’s lap, although he’s clinging a little tighter and there’s an extra blanket on top of him. He feels miserable and not quite himself, but he’s also glad that he’s not alone right now.

“You’re probably contagious,” Wally muses, seemingly out of nowhere.

“What? Afraid you’ll get sick?” Dick asks, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “The great Kid Flash can’t handle a cold?”

“My metabolism is too fast for me to actually get sick. I’d have symptoms for like an hour—tops,” Wally reminds him (reassures him that he isn’t putting Wally at risk of illness and as a result doesn’t need to feel guilty about asking Wally to come over). “But I’m glad the idea of you making me sick amuses you.”

“You’re so whiny.” Dick waves him off. “Why even bring it up?”

“I was just thinking you probably shouldn’t be around normal people until you’re over this,” Wally tells him. “If this bug has you feeling this terrible, it’s probably worse than your run-of-the-mill cold; not really the thing you want to push through and risk getting other people sick.”

Dick nods passively. “Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t really planning on it anyway.”

There’s a pause. And Dick knows that he doesn’t really have a reputation for consistently taking care of himself when he needs to, but Wally doesn’t have to be that shocked that Dick’s planning on taking a few sick days.

“Want me to stay here with you tonight?” Wally asks, and Dick nods, grateful he doesn’t have to ask. “Okay. It’s getting kind of late, should we order dinner or something?”

“You can order something,” Dick tells him, “but I’m not hungry.”

“Have you eaten at all today?” Wally asks.

Dick shrugs. “Yeah, a little.” The “I think” goes unsaid, but somehow Wally still picks up on it.

Wally sighs. “You should eat something. It’ll make you feel better, or at least keep your energy up.”

“Nauseous.”

“Then eat crackers or toast or whatever.”

Dick just pulls his blanket tighter around himself, his stomach protesting the mere idea. But Wally does have a point …

“Fine, I’ll have toast. But you should still order food for yourself,” Dick says.

“Later,” Wally tells him. “Plain toast or do you want something on it?”

“Plain.”

Wally goes to Dick’s small apartment kitchen, returning with Dick’s toast and a sandwich for himself a few minutes later.

Dick takes the plate Wally holds out to him. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Wally hums back. Wally sits down next to him again and starts on his whole, uncut sandwich while Dick picks up one of the pieces of toast. There are two pieces of toast in total, each cut in a diagonal. He nibbles at it and manages to swallow a few bites, but mostly he just stares at it.

Wally notices.

“You have to actually eat it for it to have any effect,” Wally tells him, sandwich already finished.

Dick is going to reply with something sarcastic about placebo effect and mindsets, but then he feels his stomach lurch. His hand goes to cover his mouth as he moves off of the couch and practically runs towards the bathroom.

He lifts the toilet lid and vomits into it, stomach convulsing so fast that he can’t get a breath in. Wally’s right behind him, rubbing his back up and down until Dick finishes.

Dick pants as he catches his breath. “Told you I was nauseous.”

“Thanks for trying,” Wally mumbles. “Mouthwash?”

“Please.”

Wally leaves to let Dick clean up in private, which was originally just going to be washing his face but turned into an entire shower. Part of it is to wash off some of the sick feeling covering his body—maybe help ease the aches in his body, too—but mostly for the steam. He won’t mention it to Wally (because it’s not that bad and he would just worry), but his chest hurts and even with the meds, he feels like his breathing is on the verge of a wheeze. He’s in there longer than he intended, but it felt good, and the steam did actually help.

Now he smells like soap and he’s in new sweats and a loose, long-sleeved shirt. Wally’s waiting for him on the couch, and the plate of toast is long gone. He curls up against Wally, half on top of him by the time he finds a comfortable spot. Wally says something about it, but Dick finds himself passing out before he can really figure out what had been said.

oOo

Wally wakes up not knowing he had fallen asleep. He’s surprised when he realizes what happened, groaning when he realizes he and Dick are still on the couch. Dick should really be in a bed. He probably needs another dose of meds, too.

There’s some noise that Wally can’t quite place, though, and it’s taken top priority on his mental list. He finally figures out that it’s coming from Dick, and that’s when he realizes what it is. Shit.

“You’re wheezing,” Wally says out loud, lifting both of them into a more upright position.

“Whu—” Dick’s confused voice breaks into a cough. He pushes himself up more and scoots off of Wally to try to break the cough, but it doesn’t seem to be helping. Wally rubs his back until it stops, and when it does, Dick is out of breath and wheezier than before.

“Gross,” Dick says, starting at the crook of his elbow where his sleeve had caught the mucus he coughed up.

“You good now?” Wally asks. Dick nods, and the wheezing is going down, so that’s good.

Dick rubs his chest. “I think I’m wheezing.”

“Yeah,” Wally agrees. “Do you have a humidifier or something?”

Dick shakes his head.

“I could go buy one?”

“No; don’t go,” Dick begs, slumping down against Wally again.

“It would only take a few minutes,” Wally tries to convince, but he doesn’t push that hard because he honestly doesn’t want to leave Dick alone either. He holds him a little tighter. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Tired.”

“Alright, c’mon,” Wally says, lifting Dick up with him. “Drugs, and then into an actual bed.”

oOo

Dick gets worse, so bad that they’re both up at four in the morning. Dick has coughed so hard that he burst a blood vessel in his throat, and he coughs up blood-streaked, yellow mucus for a good three minutes. Wally pulls Dick into the bathroom, turning the shower as hot as it will go so he can breathe in the steam, hoping it will help the coughing. He can’t tell if it does, but at least it’s something.

They try to get some more sleep after that, but it doesn’t really take so they just sit in bed together. They doze on and off for a few hours, but they never really sleep. Dick’s too uncomfortable and Wally’s too anxious.

After Dick finishes his latest coughing fit, Wally asks, “Do you want me to take you to Urgent Care when it opens?”

Dick nods, one hand pressing over the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think this is a cold.”

Wally pulls out his phone to check the hours. “They open at eight. Just one more hour, Babe, and then we can get you some medicine.”

Dick nods again, coughs some more, and then slumps against Wally.

Just one more hour. They can make it one more hour.

oOo

They’re the first ones at the urgent care, and Wally is almost embarrassed that he didn’t take Dick to the ER hours ago. He’s short of breath now, and Wally doesn’t think he’s going to catch that breath at this point. But Dick had said it wasn’t an emergency and that, while his chest hurt and breathing wasn’t easy, he was still breathing fine. Wally agreed, but still felt that twinge of guilt as he pulled his wheezing boyfriend into the Urgent Care the second the doors were unlocked.

They’re taken back almost immediately, and the entire appointment only takes about twenty minutes. By the end of it, the blood-streaked mucus was confirmed as just a broken blood vessel in Dick’s throat (no big deal), the yellow color of the mucus was a sign of a bacterial infection, and Dick’s symptoms and wheezing turned out to be from acute bacterial bronchitis.

Which means Dick gets antibiotics and an inhaler.

So Wally drags Dick with him to the closest pharmacy—which turns out to be inside of a grocery store—and they wait for the prescription to be filled. The pharmacist tells them it will be another ten minutes, so they decide to go look for junk food to pass the time. Particular, frozen junk food.

Dick is pushing (read: leaning heavily on) the cart while Wally suggests a variety of treats. He doesn’t seem to have much of an appetite and just shrugs or shakes his head at Wally’s offerings. Luckily, Wally does have an appetite and manages to fill their cart with enough food to last both of them a good week.

Wally can’t wait to get Dick back home and in bed. Seeing how exhausted this trip is making him is making Wally feel a little guilty for not dropping him at home first or using the drive-thru pharmacracy, but he didn’t want to make Dick wait any longer for the medicine than he had to. And they did need to restock their supplies because there is no way Wally is going to let Dick starve to death or go another night (hour, really) without a humidifier.

Wally keeps looking over and asking how Dick’s holding up, saying that they’re almost done. Between the wheezing and the raw throat from coughing, Dick hasn’t been very verbal this morning, but he does offer reassuring smiles to Wally. (Although, he also rests his forehead down on the cart’s handle when he doesn’t think Wally is looking—and that really helps Wally’s conscience.)

They finish up with the groceries and head back to the pharmacy area. Dick goes up alone and returns with his antibiotic and inhaler. As they make their way back towards the checkout, Wally picks up the bag to inspect the inhaler.

“You know, I think this inhaler is the last item you need to get your official nerd card,” Wally teases, walking right into the cart that a certain Dick decided to stop upon hearing the comment. “Very mature,” Wally says, rolling his eyes. Dick smirks, so Wally flicks his ear before smiling back and adding, “Asshole.”

“I think sick nerds get to be assholes,” Dick decides.

“Fair,” Wally agrees, leaning over to kiss Dick. It’s good to see Dick smile at his lame banter, especially after the morning they’ve had.

Dick kisses him back and starts pushing the cart towards the self-checkout again. “And for the record, just in case you get sick, sick geeks don’t get to be assholes.”

“I won’t get sick,” Wally says automatically. Then, after fully registering what Dick had said, “Hey, wait a minute!”

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