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[glittter-gel]

i feel like drinks are a big part of kyōhaba's relationship

whenever they hang out (when they arent playing volleyball) the first thing they do is get/make a drink, in the summer they make lemonade and iced tea, in spring they make peach or raspberry tea, in winter they make hot cocoa, and in the fall they make apple cider. like you never see the two without a drink in their hand

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[tvwolfsnake]

thinking about it more I like sours (in the japanese chuhai-type sense, though the traditional kind is also good in a different way) because they answer my younger self's question of "outside of wine, which makes sense to me for some reason, why would I buy an alcoholic drink when it costs significantly more than my usual coke and usually tastes worse" by tasting fruity and fizzy and selling for about the same price as a soft drink. at that point if I'm with friends and already buying something that isn't water why not get a fun drink. responsibly

though funny enough I buy soda a lot less in restaurants here because 1. small cups 2. most places don't do free refills and 3. those that do have a drink bar setup, so it takes more effort to refill. so I'm pretty sure I do end up spending more on alcohol than soda after all

[claypigeonpottery]

Hi! I was hoping you or your followers could help me.

I'm in my 4th(?) beginners wheel pottery course, and since the class is so small and we've had at least one prior course, the teacher asked us to come with ideas that aren't mugs or bowls.

I've tried to look for ideas, but they're things like colanders and juicers, which don't make me excited.

I appreciate any help!

hi!

I personally am very fond of jars and other lidded containers. lids can be a challenge and I delight in trying new lid-making methods and adding sculptural bits to them

you can experiment with throwing a closed form (I found that very challenging) and cutting it to make a lidded vessel -that’s how I made this little pumpkin

there are infinite ways to alter a piece of clay, but altered pieces with a lid and a place to keep little things is at least 12% more whimsical

this one is hand built obviously but you could put a garlic shaped lid on a wheel thrown jar (a garlic pot, maybe?)

once you get comfortable with lidded vessels, you could try making a teapot! they are a difficult thing to make, and little tiny details can completely change a teapot’s aesthetic (for better or worse lol) but you will learn a lot in the process

(and if you’re anything like me, you’ll then have a teapot that can hold a single cup of tea lmao)

there are also plates, which I found very enjoyable to make on the wheel. and spoon rests! I personally think everyone should have spoon rests lol

other potters (wheel throwers especially) please share any non-mug/bowl ideas that you can come up with!

good luck with your class, and feel free to share pictures of whatever you create! 😁

[elminx]

Elminx's Long-Form Lemonade for Sweet Cleansing

If you've been hanging out for more than a hot minute, you have probably caught on to a secret about my kitchen witching: it's not the NUMBER of ingredients you enchant; it's how you enchant them. For the purposes of witching, I prefer simple recipes (ingredient-wise) that have a bit of oomph to them. Do you need to stir a pot for 45 minutes straight? (see also my french onion soup recipe) What about starting a vinegar infusion that needs to be shaken every day?

This, as the saying goes, is where the magic is made. At least, for me.

So, imagine my surprise when my friends introduced me to a long-form way of making lemonade. Rather than simply juicing the lemons and adding some sugar and water - you combine the sugar and lemon peels and let them sit for some time to release the lemon's essential oils.

Not only does it make a superior lemonade (can confirm!), but it immediately had my magic wheels turning.

The goal is to make lemonade that will sweetly cleanse you of what ails you. This spell can easily be adapted to add specifiers—see the end of this post for more details.

As always, I will not tell you how to do YOUR magic. This is a technique, not a magic tutorial.

The Basics: When Life Gives You Lemons

Lemons have a long history of use as a cleansing agent. Cunningham's infamous green book lists them as a feminine plant, under the purview of water and the moon and used for the powers of "longevity, purification, love, friendship." (for what that's worth) From an herbal energetic perspective - lemons are considered to be cooling - they are used in the summer to cool hot termperatures and applied to the sick to help bring down fevers. Citric acid is also a bladder stimulant, which we will be making use of for the purposes of our potion-making.

What we associate with lemon as the "cleaning agent" is believed to come from limonene, a terpene found in the peels of most citrus fruits that is both antiviral and antibacterial. Lemonene is used in many cleaners that you can buy on the market but can also be extracted directly from the fruit, as we will do in this recipe.

The Technique

This standard high-end bartender technique makes wonderful, complex sour mixes that can absolutely make the perfect cocktail. Rather than extracting the limonene from the citrus using alcohol or vinegar, we use sugar.

This technique is called oleo-saccharum, which means "oil-sugar" - you are using sugar to draw the essential oils out of the lemon peels, making a natural (no heat) syrup. Note here: this syrup can be used on its own for all sorts of syrupy needs - you could stop the preparation here if you don't love lemonade.

This can be done on the fly (an hour or so), but I highly suggest letting this sit for 12-24 hours for the full effect.

The Recipe

You will need:

5-6 lemons, the best-looking ones you can find

1 1/4 cups sugar

Filter Water (to taste)

Peeler, citrus juicer, optional

Additional magical flavoring, optional

Become better acquainted with your lemons. For the purposes of this recipe, I do this by holding them, talking to them about what I want from them (general or specific cleansing), and rolling them across a hard surface. This last part helps to separate the peel from the pith, which will help you cut away the peel in the next step. Because we intentionally try to release the limonene compounds in this recipe, you may wish to begin by carving your lemon at this step (BEFORE you peel). You could carve your intentions, your name, the names of the people you are looking to cleanse, or any cleansing runes or sigils that you use in your craft.

Carefully peel your lemon. You want to get as little pith (white parts) as possible, as they don't taste good. Take your time here. Really breathe in the scents of the lemon during this. This is the first part of the cleansing process - you are incidentally cleaning yourself and your kitchen as you do this part of the spell. Lean into this. It smells amazing. Revel in it. Think about how it reminds you of everything being shiny and clean as a child. Lemons ARE cleansing - really feel into this here. We won't use the rest of the lemon until tomorrow; you can juice it here or store it overnight in an air-tight container)

Add your lemon peels and the sugar to a mixing bowl and thoroughly massage the sugar into the lemon peels. This should take some time - think fives of minutes at least. You want to do this until you can feel the change in consistency in the sugar - try to incorporate all of the sugar with all of the lemons. Remember, sugar is inherently sweetening, and lemons are inherently cleansing - you combine these two elements here to make a sweet, cleansing spell. Let the smell of it clean out your nose and your sinuses. This is the meat of your spellcasting - you are working your spell into your ingredients. Talk to it. Use your energy. Pray over it. You will know when this step is complete.

Cover your bowl and let it sit at room temperature overnight or for up to 24 hours. The longer this extracts, the more intense the flavor in the finished product. In a pinch, give it an hour, but I suggest waiting at least 8-10 for the best effect.

The next morning, add 2 cups boiling water to your lemon paste and stir until it has thoroughly combined - this is a great place to reinforce your magic from the day beforehand. (This version had the addition of some freshly picked sour cherries which gives its red color)

6. When this has cooled, add the lemon juice and additional water to taste. I personally put this in a half-gallon ball jar and filled it with water, and then my partner and I further diluted it from there.

7. Drink and enjoy. For an extra cleansing effect, consider that part of the act of citrus is that of a urinary stimulant - it will make you pee. Think about how peeing removes things from your life. Remove what needs cleansing. Your spell is complete.

This spell is as simple as that but it can be dressed up in some many different outfits with very little effort. Do you know a flavor (remember, all edibles here) with the right magic associations to add to this spell?

Add some blackberries at the infusion stage for good old-fashioned hedge witch protection. If you really need something out, you could experiment with infusing some jalapeno after you've made the lemonade (tread with a lot of care here...). I've worked with lavender and hibiscus here for calming, cool energies. I recently added a cup of sour cherries to Step 3 for a love-cleansing effect.

There are two ways you can add flavors to this spell: you can mix your flavor in during the sugaring phase, or you can do a secondary infusion after your lemonade has been made. Use your best judgment here - fruits can go in with the citrus peels for sure, but herbs and other more "tea like" ingredients might be better steeped afterward.

I haven't tried it yet, but I'm eager to use some of my savory kitchen herbs the next time I near to clear out my money flows.

Or alternatively, use it as the first step in a witchy cocktail (my go-to, as you know). This lemonade makes an exquisite base for a margarita—for a bougie twist, use white Patron and some Chambord; you will not be disappointed.

This is almost a blank slate - sweet cleansing could be used for anything you put your mind to.

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[jjoongstar]

𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔

angst, hurt | seonghwa x fem!reader | wc: 1084 sfw but there's usage of vulgar words

Your friends forced you to go to this frat party they held at some dude's house. His parents were out of town, so he invited the whole sophomore students. Though those who aren't even a sophomore joined too. For example, seniors. To be more exact, Park Seonghwa.

The main reason why you refuse to come here. You broke up with him for like the millionth time already. You had enough of him, but you still love him somehow. And so does he. His way of loving you is what was hurting you.

"Come on y/n, drink this and forget that asshole already,". Your friend gave you a plastic cup filled halfway with liquor. After taking a few sips, the two of you sway around getting high with the loud music and the dim laser lights. Your laughter stopped immediately when you met the eyes of the man you despise most. His eyes showed you more feelings, anger, hatred, annoyed. Noticing his presence, you tell your friend to go get some food, your best friend and your ex can never be in the same space. She'll kill him.

Seonghwa made his way towards you with angry strides. You knew why he's mad. He hated when you show too much skin in public. He would scold you and ripped all those clothes when he brought you back to his place. And he would rail you so hard you even forgot your own name as reminder that your body is for his view only. "What do you think you're wearing, slut,", he's right in front of you now. Your miniskirt with cow prints wraps snuggly around your ass. Your ass cheeks would jiggle every time you walk. A little bend over would reveal your pink panties. Your blue top, more likely just a bra with a little more fabric and more clips at the back to make it secure tightly around you chest. The front of the top pushes and squeezes your boobs, making it look bigger and juicer. You have no shame at all wearing all this.

"Cover up, whore. Or i swear I'm gonna rip those off of you right now,". He still looks hot when he's angry. His long jet black hair with an undercut, slicked back. A simple black tank top showing off his bare arms. Oh how you miss them wrapped around your throat while he fucks you from behind.

"I'm not yours anymore, hwa. I can wear whatever the fuck i want." rolling your eyes with an annoyed huff at him.

'Not yours anymore'. That made him realize it. You're no longer his. But he still wants to protect you. His tense face dropped immediately. His eyes widen and glistering under the dim lights. Eyebrows furrowing in sorrow. Lips forming a frown. "I'm sorry, baby, please....please forgive me,". He held your hands, tight but soft.

You miss his touch so much, its been so long. You couldn't help but let your guard down for him, again. You know you shouldn't, it'll end up the same again. Fighting. Bickering. Yelling. Breaking up. Crying. Getting back. And the cycle goes on. This needs to end.

With a loud sigh, you take away your hands from his hold. Your eyes welling in tears, you look up at him straight into his beautiful eyes, "Let me go Seonghwa, let's just stop all of this,".

He definitely was taken aback with your response. He brought up his right hand and lets his fingers brushes along your cheek bone, then cups the side of your face. You melt instantly in his touch. His warmth. You love him so dearly. You love this. But this won't even last that long. "Please hwa, i love you so much-".

"Then come back to me, i love you so much too y/n," he cuts you off. Hope? He thought. But his hope crushed down immediately with your confession.

"but your love hurts me hwa. i can't hold on any longer. i have other feelings too. i want my freedom too. Please, please let me go..." tears streaming down your face. You cant keep it in any longer.

'Freedom'. Realization hits him hard now. He's been keeping you in his cage. He was too selfish. He never even thought about your feelings. He kept you all to himself just because he loves you so much, too much. He nodded to you, as a response to your confession.

"ok then, for your sake, I'll let you be then. Please don't cry for me y/n, save your tears for another man that's worth it. One that's far better than me. That would love every part of you, and let's you be who you are."

He wipes the tear on your face with his thumb, without realizing, tears were now going down his face.

He backs off slowly, his scent slowly fading away from you.

"i love you", he mutters quietly at you and turn his back at you and left.

You slid down the wall and sat on the floor. Hands covering your face to stop yourself from sobbing even more.

Seonghwa. You loved Seonghwa.

You went on and tried to enjoy the peak moments of the party. Enjoying the bitter taste of alcohol, the up beat music and somehow you're laughing your heart out with this guy you just met at the bottom of the staircase in the house. He had a mole on his lips, which you were mistaken it as chocolates and accused him for being a messy eater.

A figure walked past by you, you knew him. Seonghwa. He walked past you like you weren't there. He pretended not to even care bout you. Unfortunately, he haven't left the party yet. He was still lingering around, drowning himself in alcohol. He noticed you staring at him. But what made the single teardrop fell from his eye was the guy in front of you. Oh how quickly did you moved on.

Your body betrays your mind as your hand reaches out to him. He left immediately without a single word. His figure disappeared among the crowd. For he used to be the person you look for in a crowded room, you could spot him wherever he was, but now you lost sight of him.

Your heart aches for him. Grief welled up, overflowing in a single tear and streams down your face. Your turn around facing the new guy in front of you.

"i need your help"

[reconstructwriter]

Lemon Blueberry Bread Pudding

Sorry, this is a little late but here’s your requested pics @charmwasjess! For everyone who needs some virtual comfort food for any reason what so ever…

[Alt Text: A skillet with blueberries studding a lemon-flavored bread pudding, baked to golden brown deliciousness]

I took out the last two slices of my mom’s lemon and blueberry cake from the freezer. It's about a year old now? Remained shockingly untouched so it needed repurposing. So did the dregs from the bag of twice baked lemon-blueberry cookies. This was enough to fill a 6-inch skillet, which is a good size to cry over alone or share with a friend.

[Alt Text: A cast iron skillet of cake and cookie chunks beside a plate of thawing blueberries]

For the wet ingredients I decided to halve my favorite bread pudding recipe because I calculated a the six inch skillet would be about half of an 8 by 8 square.

I'm not quite as good at math as I thought. No matter how hard I tried to cram all the liquid in there. This was a good use for that last shriveled lonely lemon which was just about ready to give up. I didn't want to wash a lemon juicer as well so I just used my hands and fished out all the lemon seeds afterwards. I'm sure I got them all 😊

[Alt Text: A small blue bowl with liquid ingredients stirred together with a fork]

Also stuffed some more blueberries in between all the cake and cookie bits. More blueberries is always better. I've got a bag of mixed frozen fruit so I just picked the blueberries out and thawed them. Once everything is nice and stale and arranged to my weird aesthetic appeal, I did what they say to do in every recipe and added wet ingredients to dry. The liquid was fairly thick so I had to move a few cake bits around and everything to get the liquid at the bottom so it could stick to the skillet. I probably should have at least buttered the skillet but I forgot (as always).

[Alt Text: A skillet of uncooked bread pudding almost overflowing with liquid and a few blueberries peaking out like islands]

Yup, I miscalculated. Eh, its fine. Exact science bread pudding is not. I also like em cause I can soak them overnight, shove the pan in the oven first thing in the morning, turn it on and go out for a walk. By the time I'm done walking breakfast (dessert) is done. I have yet to set even my oven on fire with this method. Putting a tray on the rack below to catch any drippings is a good idea though.

[Alt Text: A skillet with blueberries studding a lemon-flavored bread pudding, baked to golden brown deliciousness]

OMG this is so good y'all. I ate it almost as soon as it came out of the oven and this is amazing 10/10 I don't care if I'm burning my mouth. Everyone have some!

Actual Recipe: • 2.5 slices of stale/dry lemon-blueberry cake or whatever bread-type stuff you don't want to throw out. • more blueberries if you can get them • 1 pat butter, melted • one egg • ¾ cup of dairy (I used half lemon yogurt and half almond milk but whatever y’all got) • 1/3 a cup of sugar (or orange jam, or lemon curd) • one lemon’s worth of juice • half a teaspoon of vanilla extract

Instructions: RIP the bread or bread adjacent stuff until you have enough to fill a 6 inch skillet or pan or whatever you're using to bake this. Stuff in as much blueberries as you can. You can double the recipe for an 8-inch pan or quadruple it for 13x9.

Put the butter in a microwave safe bowl for a few seconds to melt, add egg next and beat. Then the sugar, your yogurt if you're using it and then finally finish off with other liquids, the lemon juice and extract. You don't have to do the ingredients this way but I've found this is the easiest way of mixing everything smoothly and leaves the fewest dirty dishes.

Add liquid ingredients to your pan of dry ingredients and let everything soak in. Preheat the oven to 350 and bake until its golden brown and delicious, about 30 minutes or you can put the pan in as soon as you turn on the oven and wait about 45 minutes. As long as it looks done.

The other good thing about bread puddings is they're very versatile so just about any bread substance and any liquid you can combine for whatever flavors you want. I've done regular, apple-pumpkin- cranberry and coconut-pineapple-lime!

[bjfinn]

SÍORÓIP ÚLL (HOMEMADE APPLE SYRUP)

(no added sugar)

A traditional Irish sweetener (made elsewhere in Europe, too!), perfect for preserving a glut of apples -- use it on pancakes, waffles, or anywhere you'd use maple syrup.

And considering the high cost of store-bought apple syrup, it's much more economical to make your own!

I'm using commercial apple juice, since I don't have access to an orchard or a juice press lol

3kg apples (a sweet variety will make the sweetest syrup), OR 2L commercial unsweetened apple juice.

If using fresh apples:

Using a juicer, juice the apples. Allow the juice to sit for 5 minutes until the foam rises to the top. Scrape off as much foam as possible, leaving only the juice. Pour the juice through a cheesecloth into a wide saucepan (it's not necessary to strain store-bought juice).

Bring to a brisk simmer over medium heat, then lower the heat to medium-low and continue simmering, stirring occasionally and scraping any accumulation from the sides of the pan with a wooden spoon.

Don't try to speed up the process! The natural sugars in the juice will burn!

Once it's reduced quite a bit, I like to move it to a smaller pan and reduce the heat to low -- it's easier to check the level of the syrup and makes it less likely to stick and burn.

Place a spoonful of syrup on the frozen plate and let it sit for a few seconds, then draw a line through it withyour finger. If the syrup doesn't run back right away, it's ready.

Leave the syrup to cool for about 10 minutes, and then pour it into a sterilised glass jar or bottle. Let it cool to room temperature, and store it in the fridge for up to 3 months. It can also be frozen for longer storage.

Makes about 250mL (1 cup)

[observeowl]

Mama sick N.R

Natasha Romanoff x daughter!Reader

Summary: Natasha woke up sick. Wanda and R tries to help make Natasha feels better

Note: R is like 2/3 years old

Natasha woke up the morning slightly later than usual and felt a weight on her body. She looked down and you were lying peacefully on her with your thumb in your mouth from sucking in the middle of the night. She took your thumb out and rubbed your back, giving you more time to sleep so you wouldn’t be cranky later. 

Minutes later, she decided to wake you up to start the day. “Y/N” She whispered softly trying to wake you up but her voice came out scratchy. You whimpered slightly but continued sleeping. “Y/N, it’s time to wake up.” Nat decided to hold you and walk to the bathroom but when she stood up she felt slightly dizzy and weak, falling to her knees. 

She held you tight so you didn’t fall off but you hit your head on the floor causing you to cry. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She checked your head for any injuries while calming you down. 

“Nat! Are you coming down for breakfast?” Wanda came in to check on Natasha since she normally would already be down at the kitchen drinking her coffee. “Are you okay?” Wanda asked when she saw Natasha and you on the floor sniffing. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m coming down.” Nat said in a hoarse voice. Placing a hand on the bed while holding you with the other, she pushed herself up. 

“You clearly don’t sound good. I think you’re sick Nat.” She took you from her and insisted Natasha rest in bed. “I will make something for you to get better.”

“Come on, let’s go. Mama’s sick.” Wanda bounced you around and brought you to the kitchen with the others, notifying them that Natasha’s sick and wouldn’t be coming down. 

“Mama sick?” You said sadly. 

“Yes, we are going to give her medicine to make her feel better.” Wanda decided to include you so you don’t feel left out. 

Wanda gave you half a lemon and a plastic cup. “Squeeze it so we can’t see the bottom okay?” 

“Hugn.” You nodded and took the lemon and cup to sit on the floor and started working. You shook the lemon into the cup and checked your progress but nothing happened. You looked at Wanda but she was busy at the stove.

Using your tiny hands, you squeeze the lemon as hard as you can and you see a single drop in the cup. “Wanda!” You shouted excitedly at your progress. 

“That’s good bubs, continue yeah?” She ruffled your hair and you continued squeezing it. 

“Urghhh.” Was the sound you made at every squeeze. The lemon no longer looked round as before once you finished. Looking satisfied with your work, you stood up excited but accidentally knocked over the cup in the process. 

“Uh oh.” You mumbled quietly at your work being on the floor. Wanda was quick to get to your side and reassure you it was okay. She gave you another lemon if you wanted another go. You took it and continued in your corner.

“You sure are one determined child.” Wanda said quietly as she cleaned up your mess. After cleaning up, she remembered there’s a juicer and you wouldn’t have such a hard time squeezing the lemon. “Oh well…”

Once you were done, you carefully this time gave it to Wanda for her to make a warm honey lemon juice for your mama. Along with the soup she made, she brought it with her to Natasha who was sleeping. 

You touched your mama’s face as she was crying in her sleep, hoping to stop her cries. “Mama, don’t cry.” She managed to wake up but her eyes sting causing her to tear up. “Y/N, what did you do?” 

“It’s probably the lemon juice.” Wanda said as she passed her the honey lemon. “Y/N made this for you to get better.” 

“You did? Thank you Y/N.” 

“Hugn.” You nodded and pushed the cup closer to your mama, urging her to drink. “Mama drink.” 

She took a sip. “Thank you Y/N.” You giggled. Nat received the soup from Wanda and all you sat there as Natasha drank the soup. You were sitting in Wanda’s lap as you played with her necklace not thinking that your mama was still sick. 

When Natasha was done, she passed the bowl to Wanda who took you out of the room with her. “But mama okay?” 

“The honey lemon is not going to make her instantly better sweetie.” Your face instantly changed to a gloom. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. But I don’t want to make you sick too.” Natasha's voice was still hoarse but it wasn’t as bad as it was in the morning. 

Despite your protest of staying behind by flailing your arms and kicking your legs, you were brought out of the room. You stood by the door with your head in on the door silently, wanting to go in.

Natasha felt bad that you couldn’t be near her mama but she didn’t want you catching the flu too. She went back to sleep hoping to get better soon so she could get back to you. 

“Come on Y/N, you can’t be standing there forever.” Clint came to persuade you after numerous failed attempts from Wanda. “You can have ice cream.” He tried to bribe you but you refused to move. You sat by the door wanting your mama to come out and play with you. 

Soon you felt tired sitting there doing nothing so you ended up falling asleep by the door and Wanda carried you to her room so you could rest properly.

[nightfayre]

(for @beautifulboysbeingbusy, who requested a drabble about guan shan’s mother and he tian. enjoy! <3)

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There’s no doubt about it: He Tian is a bright, polite, and kind boy.

Mrs. Mo particularly enjoys the way he carries small talk. He’s attentive and responsive, neither too eager nor too formal. He has great posture and makes eye contact often. He asks about her work and offers to help set the table or put away dishes. He never lets the silence stretch too long, always filling it with insightful questions or amicable comments. Yes, from the few times she’s met him, Mrs. Mo can tell that He Tian is a courteous, respectful, and well-tempered boy.

It’s for those very same reasons, however, that she simply can’t understand Guan Shan’s taking to him.

“Auntie?”

She blinks. She’s standing near the table, looking at He Tian. He looks back at her, a cup of orange juice in his bandaged hand, clearly waiting for a response to a question she hadn’t heard.

“Oh,” she says, a bit embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, dear. I got lost in my thoughts for a moment. What did you say?”

“I was wondering if you made this yourself,” He Tian says, raising his cup. “It’s delicious.”

“Yes, I did,” she responds, smiling. She isn’t used to her cooking being complimented so often by anyone other than Guan Shan, but between last night’s soup and today’s breakfast, He Tian can’t seem to stop. “I used the juicer. Guan Shan always preferred juice fresh-squeezed, so I try to do it on special occasions.”

He Tian hums, raising the glass for another sip. “And is this a special occasion?”

Mrs. Mo pauses. Down the hall, she can hear the faucet running in Guan Shan’s bathroom. They have a few minutes at least. Setting down the bowl of rice she holds, she sits in the chair opposite of He Tian.

“In a strange way, yes, I think it is,” she says. “You know, you’re the only friend Guan Shan has had over before — much less spend the night.”

He Tian smiles. “Really? I’m surprised.”

Suddenly curious, she asks, “Are you?”

He shrugs. “Guan Shan has a following at school. I mean, it’s only two or three others, but I assumed he’d known them for a while before we met.”

“Oh.” She sits back, hands falling to her lap. A following? “I… didn’t know that. Guan Shan has never mentioned them.”

He Tian studies her for a moment. He must see something in her expression because eventually he puts his glass down, shifting in his chair.

“Between you and me,” he says, and she looks up, “I don’t think they’re very close. I’ve never seen them together outside of school, at least. But there are two others — Jian Yi and Zhan Zheng Xi — who’ve really helped me bring him out of his shell the past few weeks. Maybe I’m optimistic, but I’d like to think he considers us friends.”

She chuckles. “Well, I’m sure it wasn’t easy to convince him.”

He Tian laughs too. “Absolutely not.” He smirks, adding, “Guan Shan is just about the biggest closed book I’ve ever seen.”

“His father is the same,” Mrs. Mo says, fond. “You have to take a hammer and chisel to those two to get anything out of them. Trust me — I’m still mastering the art. But, once you do…”

And for a moment she remembers the night before, when she turned to find Guan Shan tugging He Tian away from the dinner table in a rush. She’d almost called out to them if it weren’t for the split-second glance she caught of her son’s face. His jaw was set and his brows furrowed, but his eyes were bright and focused in a way that didn’t mirror the bruises scattered across his body. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen her son in a battered state, but it was the first time she’d ever seen him so indifferent to it, as if whatever urgency he held for He Tian overcame the unspoken resentment of his injuries. Somehow, she knew better than to interfere.

“There’s a lot to gain,” she finishes, a soft undertone to her words. “And a lot to learn, too. You just have to be adamant.”

“I think I’m starting to understand that.” There’s a pause, and then: “Your son is really an amazing person, you know.”

It brings an ache to her heart; a yearning tug full of love. She looks at He Tian and finds sincerity in his eyes, open and warm. And although she feels quite ridiculous for it, a quiet sting begins to build behind her own eyes, and she quickly blinks it away before reaching out to lay her hand over He Tian’s on the table. The bandaging feels rough against her palm, and although she still doesn’t know how the two boys ended up in such a state, she knows that whatever lies beneath their wrappings is the reason she’d been looking for; the reason behind Guan Shan’s taking to him. Whatever it is is enough for her, too. She gives him a featherlight squeeze before pulling back.

“He’ll never see himself that way,” she says, a touch of sadness tightening her throat. “His teachers and all the kids who pick on him have convinced him otherwise.”

He Tian shakes his head. “He’s hard working and good at heart,” he says. “It’s hard to find that in people these days.”

“I think he found it in you, dear.”

“I think he brought it out of me.”

She smiles. “All the better, then.”

Down the hall, a cabinet door thuds shut. It’s followed by shuffling and clanging, and Mrs. Mo knows her son’s routine well enough to know he’s almost done. Looking at He Tian, she offers one last sentiment.

“Always read between the lines with that boy. He’ll never say what he feels — he’ll show it.”

And if He Tian’s responding smile is anything to go off of, Mrs. Mo thinks her son already has.

[bakingtherapy]

Robby's Baking Therapy #17 Limeade

Hello, every birdie. Today, we are making yet another lime recipe. But this time it is not going to be a dessert. It is a drink. And this was the first time that I made a limeade/lemonade. For some reason, I have gone all of my life without making lemonade/limeade. 

As I said in the previous recipe, I had a bunch of limes that I wanted to use. And it was fun and a good workout because we don’t have an electric juicer. I had to do it by hand. I have come to like the flavor of limes. However… that doesn’t that I like working with all types of limes. The hardest lime to juice, are key limes because of the fact that they are so small. 

We are going to be using a recipe for this limeade. Because why not? The recipe comes from one of my cookbooks called “Good Housekeeping Illustrated book.”

The recipe and the measurements will be in the description down below. Feel free to check it out. The ingredients you will need for this recipe are: 

Sugar

lemon/lime zest

Water (both hot and cold)

Lime/lemon juice (about 8-10 lemons or 10 limes, and SO MANY KEY LIMES)

Ice cubes

Optional club soda

The recipe says that you should put your sugar and lemon/lime zest in a container with a lid. However, I did this in a big glass measuring cup and it worked fine. To the sugar, you are going to add very hot water. 

I stirred it for a few minutes so that the sugar could be dissolved. Add the lemon/lime juice. And refrigerate.

I did this part a little bit differently. I put the lemon/lime juice in a pitcher full of ice cubes. And filled it up with cold water. 

We didn’t really want to just have limeade as a dessert. So my dad suggested that make the limeade into a slushie. And he added green food dye to it. It was a perfect summer treat to cool off at the end of the day. 

Everyone loved this drink, which I am so glad about. Because there are some family members who don’t really care much for sour (including my dad and myself.) 

I hope that you liked this recipe. Feel free to check it out. See you in the next recipe. Thank you. 

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[yummilily]

Blueberry Citrus Tiramisu (30 min)

Perhaps calling this Tiramisu is a bit of a stretch, but there’s mascarpone and ladyfingers and... I’m noticing a trend: Sorry, Italians. Extensive exposure to your cuisine during my youth has changed me forever and motivates my crimes. Please, take it as a compliment.

Equipment:

A deep dish, i.e. for a casserole (mine is approx. 25 x 17 cm)

Bowl

Mixer (or a whisk if you feel like working out)

Citrus juicer (optional)

Ingredients:

200g ladyfingers (enough for 2 layers in your dish)

300g mascarpone

1 fresh egg

2 tbsp sugar

300g blueberry compote / fruit spread

200ml orange juice 

½ - 1 lemon

A handful fresh blueberries (optional)

Instructions:

In a bowl, whisk the egg and sugar until fluffy. You want this to be as white as you can get it. Then, add the mascarpone and continue until you have a smooth mousse. It should be light and easily spreadable. If it’s too thick, you can add a little bit of cream (or milk or liquor). If it’s too thin, you’ll need more mascarpone. It all depends on the size of the egg.

Zest and juice the lemon. If you want to, you can keep a little bit of the zest for decoration, otherwise add both to the orange juice. Adjust the sweetness to your liking. It should be tart enough to offset the blueberry compote.

Place a layer of ladyfingers in your dish, then spoon the fruit juice onto them until thoroughly soaked. 

Using about half of the total amount each, next add a layer of blueberry compote, then the mascarpone cream. They might combine a little, but that’s completely fine. Consider it an art project. Make some swirls if you want to.

Repeat the previous steps with another layer of soaked ladyfingers, compote and mascarpone. 

Now, you can top the tiramisu with some fresh blueberries and lemon zest. 

Rest in the fridge for at least 3 hours, so the biscuits have time to soften thoroughly. 

Enjoy!

Notes:

I know that eating raw egg isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, even when it’s fresh, so in case that makes you uncomfortable, you can substitute this by adding a few tablespoons of cream, milk or liquor (Cointreau for example should work well to enhance the orange flavour.) to the mascarpone. It might not be as rich as when using the egg, but especially in summer this is a great alternative if you intend to have it out of the fridge for a while.

The blueberry compote you can either make yourself by cooking 300g (frozen) blueberries with 30g sugar and 50 ml water, thickening it with a teaspoon or two of cornstarch if necessary, or - and tbh, that’s what I do most of the time - buy it premade. Just make sure that you grab one that isn’t too sweet.

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 6: Substitute Teacher

~Junk-N-Stuff~

"Oh, yes. You are a nice thing." Gooch cooed as he stroked the top of his new machine. In fact, he loved it so much, he wanted to show it off to more people, so he decided to alert everyone down in the Man Cave that something was wrong.

"Gooch! What happened?" Ray and (y/n) came running from the back, heavily panting. They had rushed upstairs together, thinking that Gooch was in terrible danger.

"Why did you send us an emergency signal?" (y/n) said breathlessly, her chest still heaving. She hadn't run like that since college. 

"Look. That's a garbage juicer." Gooch showed them, a proud look on his face, but Ray and the woman next to him just stared back in disbelief. 

"A garbage juicer?" Ray couldn't believe it. (y/n) rested her arm on his shoulder, her breathing coming back down.

"It juices garbage," Gooch explained, even though its name was self-explanatory.

"Gooch, we were busy downstairs looking for criminals." Ray chastised him, but the Indian man still gave them a demonstration.

"Watch. I just dump the garbage into the thingy." Gooch said as he emptied a load of trash into the top of the machine, the smell making (y/n) gag. 

"Gooch..." She tried to tell him that they were busy, but the storekeeper wouldn't listen.

"Now, observe." Gooch pressed the button and put a glass underneath the nozzle of the machine. It whirred to life and started to liquefy the garbage. A greyish-brown juice started to fill the glass cup and the smell was revolting. The two watching the process stepped back in repulsion.

"You see? The garbage is gone. It's all in the juice." Gooch seemed pretty impressed, but the woman in front of him had started to turn green.

"I think I'm gonna puke." She looked away into Ray's shoulder and he curled a protective arm around her.

"Can we go back downstairs now?" He asked to which Gooch just looked down, giving him a silent answer. He grabbed (y/n)'s hand and started to lead her away from the juice before she could throw up. 

"Ray! We gotta talk to you!" Henry burst through the shop door, Charlotte in tow.

"This is important." The girl added in, they walked towards the retreating pair.

"Please, I will be sick." (y/n) moaned at the man holding her hand, using the other one to hold her mouth.

"There's a creepy new kid at our school." Henry started to tell Ray.

"Ugh, can we talk about it downstairs? Gooch's juice smells and I think (y/n)'s about to barf." Ray complained, grimacing at the juice that was still on the counter.

"Okay." The kids agreed, following their bosses downstairs, leaving Gooch to drink his garbage juice alone.

~

"Why do think this Ortho kid is up to something?" Ray asked them in the elevator as the door shut.

"Well, he was asking about the school's water supply." Henry said. (y/n) hugged Ray's waist tightly in preparation for what was about to come, hating the trip down in the faulty elevator. His density meant that he didn't really feel the weightless effect as much as anyone else.

"And he wanted to know about the security cameras and--" Charlotte was interrupted by Ray reaching across and pressing the descent button. His arms went around the woman hugging him so they could secure her to his chest.

The elevator dropped with an immediate effect, causing Henry and Charlotte to scream in terror. They wildly moved around the falling machine, but Ray was perfectly fine.

"I wonder why he was asking those things." He tried to say to his companions, but they were too scared to answer. (y/n) buried her face into his chest even further, also feeling like she was about to die.

"Guys? Oh, stop screaming." Ray told the kids, not understanding why they were kicking up such a big fuss.

They landed with a thud, and Ray waddled out the door, (y/n) still clutching his waist. Seeing that they were now safely back in the Man Cave, she let go of Ray and blushed, but thankfully, he didn't see.

"Can't that elevator be adjusted?" Charlotte looked at her. 

"I've been asking for years, but he never fixes it." (y/n) told her, playfully glowering at Ray. Despite the bumpy ride down, her stomach didn't feel as queasy anymore, now that the juice was no longer under her nose.

"Why'd you say this Ortho kid is creepy?" Ray asked them again, the eventful trip with the pretty girl's hands around his waist had made his mind hazy.

"Because he says weird stuff. And he's got this crazy psycho look in his eye." Henry said, a small shiver going down his spine at the thought of the weird kid.

"You got a pic?" The superhero asked them, wanting to see this boy.

"Uh... Jasper's twitflash." Charlotte proposed. 

"Oh, yeah. Jasper posted a pic of him and Ortho on his Twitflash." Henry said, as (y/n) went over to the supercomputer and loaded everything up.

"Let's have a look then." She said with a smile.

~

Henry had synced his phone to the computer, so the screen mirrored what was on it and everyone could see. To get the 'Ortho photo', first, he had to go through Jasper's bucket posts, of which there were many.

"Bucket. Bucket. Selfie with bucket. Bucket. Bucket." Ray and (y/n) looked at each other, sharing the same thought.

"Kid has bucket problem." She said to him.

"Yep, he sure does." Ray giggled with her.

"Ah. That's Ortho right there." Henry exclaimed, finally scrolling to the right picture. Ray walked to the computer chair and sat down, pulling (y/n) along with him so she could settle in his lap. It was a position they often adopted when alone. However, the fact that there were other people in the room at that moment flustered the woman, so she busied herself by playing with her sleeve. 

"Well, he's definitely a boy." Ray said, which made the girl on his knee roll her eyes.

"You should've called yourself Captain Obvious." She sassed, staring at the Ortho kid in the picture. She could swear he looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

"A boy that's up to no good." Charlotte quipped, not trusting the new boy. 

"Oh, give him a break." Ray said, confusing the kids. They thought he would agree with them that Ortho was some criminal mastermind.

"What?" They both cried out.

"Yeah, the kid's new to your school, he's probably just a little awkward. Let's not make mumps out of marshmallows." (y/n) reasoned with Ray, despite the voice in her head telling her otherwise.

"He also threatened you." Henry deadpanned Ray, making him jump up. (y/n) fell out of his lap and tumbled to the floor. She looked up at Ray, who didn't notice her deathly glare.

"Me? What'd that little marsh mump say?" He growled.

"Friend on the floor here." (y/n) waved her hands in the air, prompting Ray to help her up.

"That his father was going to ''take care'' of you" Charlotte recalled, as Ray's hands squeezed his best friend's fingers in anger.

"Oh, did he? Well, we'll just see about..." Ray said, laughing but not from joy. Ortho had made this personal. (y/n) cut off his threat after Charlotte's words bounced around in her head, activating her muscle memory.

"Wait, did you say his father?" She looked to the kids, her brain racing to fit all the puzzle pieces together.

"Yep."

"Sure did." They confirmed and the woman started to snap her fingers at the computer.

"Henry, put that kid's pic back on the monitor and zoom in." She instructed. Once she was looking at the photo again, she covered the kid's face with her hand and looked at Ray.

"Does that hair look familiar to you?" She asked the man, who sat down again in thought.

"Oh my god." He said, realising who she was talking about.

"You guys ever heard of Drill Finger?" He turned to Henry and Charlotte.

"Those little pickles?" Charlotte was mistaken.

"I think those are Dill Fingers." Henry said, and the kids began to joke with each other about pickles.

"No, no, no, this is not about pickles!" (y/n) clicked her fingers to get their attention.

"We're talking about a dentist." Ray said seriously, the adults remembering the last time Captain Man encountered him. 

"Named Drill Finger?" Henry queried. 

"Yeah." The superhero confirmed.

"Well, he used to be a dentist, but then he turned evil and began a life of crime." (y/n) told the story, Henry and Charlotte leaning closer in curiosity.

"Three years ago, he kidnapped the mayor of Swellview and removed all his teeth." She described, making them shudder.

"That's why he only eats soup." Henry matched up to her story.

"Exactly." She replied.

"And what happened to Drill Finger?" Charlotte asked the adults.

"I captured him and took him to jail. But he was released three weeks ago" Ray divulged, making the four think that the villain was back and out for revenge. (y/n) tapped a few buttons and brought up his mugshot so they could compare it to Ortho.

"That's Drill Finger." Ray told them.

"Does he always wear a mask?" Henry asked, wanting to see his face.

"Yeah, but look at his hair. It's the same as Ortho's." (y/n) pointed out. Ray pressed the camera link button, opening the feed with Junk-N-Stuff, revealing that Gooch was on the phone.

"Hey, I can't talk right now. I"m on the phone with my nephew, Benji. He has the chickenpox." He said, removing the phone from his ear.

"Do you remember when I put Drill Finger in jail?" Ray asked.

"Of course." 

"What were his exact words as they took him away?" He questioned, looking thoughtfully at the monitor.

"He said, "As soon as I get out of here, I'm gonna take care of Captain Man."" Gooch answered in a menacing voice.

"That's what I thought." He said, as (y/n) folded her arms behind him.

"Dude, I could've told you that." She said.

"I wanted an independent party." Ray gave her his puppy dog eyes, and like always, they melted her annoyance away.

"Great. I've got to go." Gooch said, and Ray cut off the video and walked across the room in thought.

"So, Ortho is the son of Drill Finger?" Henry theorised.

"I knew it. I knew that boy was evil. I knew it." Charlotte said over and over again and (y/n) was inclined to agree with her. All the facts were pointing one way.

"Yeah, but did you know it?" Henry bantered.

"I did." Charlotte quipped back, feeling good about herself.

"But what are they up to?" Ray asked, the thought of criminals plotting made him uneasy.

"Well, I guess you're not gonna figure it out by wearing a ridiculously loud shirt and stroking your chin." (y/n) sassed him, even though she loved the way the shirt made his arms look huge and even through the bold pattern, she could see the way his back muscles rolled and tensed. 

"What do we do?" Charlotte looked to the superhero for ideas.

"We're gonna do a little spying on your new classmate, Ortho." He answered, gesturing to himself and (y/n) who looked at him in surprise. 

"What? You're taking me out into the field?" She said, excited at the prospect of spending time with him and getting out of the Man Cave for a change.

"We'll need to find a way into your school, maybe as substitute teachers." He said, the plan forming in his head. (y/n) nodded along, thinking that they just might get away with it.

"We can't just wait until one of our teachers gets sick." Charlotte pointed out, knowing that it could be weeks of waiting. 

"We might not have to..." (y/n) thought aloud, stroking her chin as Ray did earlier, everyone copying her actions. Ray looked at her fondly, seeing her devious plan grow in her head. 

~Later that day, Swellview High~

Ray, Gooch, Gooch's nephew and (y/n) were sneaking around the corridors of Henry's school. Following the young woman's plan, they needed to find the sidekick's history teacher, Miss Shapen. She was their target and Benji was their key. Ray being Ray, he had insisted that he and Gooch put on disguises to blend in with the students, but in truth, it just made them look plain weird.

"You two look ridiculous." She whispered to them, being dressed in her normal clothes. Ray's 'teenage' sweatshirt, complete with a long gold chain and Gooch's long trenchcoat made the pair stick out like sore thumbs, but they didn't listen to her.

Rounding the corner, they peeked past the lockers and saw Miss Shapen waltz through the main doors, minding her own business.

"Look, that's one of Henry's teachers, Miss Shapen." Ray said in a hushed tone.

"Just the woman I was looking for." (y/n) smirked.

"Let's do this." Gooch put a fedora on his head and Ray put on some dark sunglasses in a poor attempt to conceal their identities. 

"My chickenpox itches." Benji said, scratching at the spots on his back and chest. (y/n) crouched down in front of him.

"Benji, never tell anyone about this. There's ice cream in it for you afterwards." She said, looking both ways, before signalling for them to move once the teacher was in position.

"Move, move, move!" She said, and the three scrambled. Gooch seized Miss Shapen by the arms restraining her movements, as Ray lifted Benji by his arms and started rubbing his pox-riddled body over Miss Shapen's face. (y/n) stood guard by the corners, acting as the lookout in case a student or member of staff heard the commotion.

"HEY! Stop! Ahhh, what is going on?!" The teacher screamed, but all the students were in class, so all she could do was struggle against the men.

~The next day~

In Henry's history class, the kids stood around talking and laughing amongst themselves since no teacher had turned up yet. Jasper walked in and tried to get their attention, as he had some exciting news.

"Hey, guys!" He shouted, but no one paid attention.

"HEY, GUYS!" He shouted louder, but still, no one heard him apart from Henry, who paused his conversation with Charlotte and addressed the class for him.

"Hey, guys." This time everyone listened, slightly offending Jasper, but he quickly shrugged it off, as he remembered what he wanted to tell them.

"Principal says Miss Shapen has chickenpox." 

All right, free day." Henry said excitedly, and the class cheered with him, but Jasper quickly quelled their enthusiasm.

"No, no, no. No. He said we're getting a substitute." Everyone jeered when he said that, their happy mood dissolving.

"You don't think Ray and (y/n)..." Charlotte eyed Henry suspiciously, but he didn't share her look of misapprehension. 

"Nah, he wouldn't--" He was instantly eating his words as Ray burst in with (y/n) behind him. He was wearing a bold-check suit, glasses and had slicked his hair down with one thick curl at the front. Unlike him, (y/n) had chosen a normal disguise, which was just a typical teacher outfit she threw together.

"Hello, children." He said with a strange British accent. The entire class looked at him in confusion, as (y/n) struggled to take him seriously, a smile fighting to grow on her face.

"Everyone, please take your seats." He told them, walking in front of the board. (y/n) smiled at the class, even though the twenty-something pairs of eyes on her made her feel very, very small.

"It seems your regular teacher has caught the pox of a chicken." He spluttered out, his weird behaviour not helping (y/n)'s nerves.

"Nasty red bumpies all over her." He said, the accent making some kids in the back giggle and Henry look back at Charlotte in horror.

"But not to worry, I am your substitute, Mr Gelding." He tried to write his name on the whiteboard, but it wouldn't all fit, so he gave up.

"And this! This is my lovely teaching assistant, Miss Phalange." He said, pointing his arm straight at the young woman a few meters from him. She blushed at the word 'lovely', but waved at the class and greeted them.

"Hello everyone." At least the class weren't laughing at her. Henry could deal with (y/n) being the teacher; she actually looked like one, but Ray was being too weird. He got up and went to talk to him at the front of the class.

"Ray, are you kidding me?" He hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

"Shhh, I know what I'm doing." He whispered back.

"This is not going to work." Henry squeaked, as (y/n) eyed them in panic. The class were getting creeped out.

"It might work if you..." Ray muttered.

"You look ridiculous, at least (y/n) looks like a teacher." The teen tried to talk some sense into him.

"..just sit down." 

"Can you talk to me about this?" Henry tried to reason.

"No, I can't talk to you about this. Now sit down and trust me." Ray seethed, wanting to get on with the lesson. 

"You two are causing a scene." (y/n) ridiculed them, grabbing their ears sharply so they'd break apart.

"SIT DOWN BOY!" Ray scolded Henry, making the boy retreat to his desk.

"Yes, Mr Gelding." He complied, wobbling back to his seat.

"Okay class, let's take a roll call." (y/n) swallowed, as Ray rested on the teacher's desk. He grabbed his PearPad and looked at the list of names.

"We'll start with first names that begin with "O"." He said, wanting to single out Ortho.

"My name is Oliver." One of the bug-eating boys raised his hand.

"Shut up, Oliver," Ray said harshly, not really caring about the other students. 

"Where's, uh, where's Ortho?" He said, looking around at the kid's face. Tentatively, the ginger-haired boy raised his hand, declaring his presence. 

"Hello, Ortho," Ray said in a strange, ominous voice. (y/n) crept up behind him and stood and her tiptoes, getting as close as she could to the tall man's ear.

"You're being weird again." She whispered, and he moved back to the board so he could muddle his way through teaching. 

"Now then class, who can tell me about the isosceles triangle?" He asked the class, making (y/n) facepalm. 'I told him not to be weird.' She groaned in her mind.

"Sir? This is a history class." Jasper pointed out.

"Who can tell me about the history of the isosceles triangle?" Ray changed the question, the directed it at Ortho.

"Ortho, what do you know?" He stared at the boy, who squirmed in his seat.

"Um--I...I--I'm new." He stuttered, trying to hint that, he had no idea what was happening.

"Excuse me, Mr Gelding. Can I please talk to you outside in the hall?" Henry interrupted, standing from his chair.

"I'm in the middle of a lesson," Ray replied, wanting Henry to trust him.

"I have a question about my personal hygiene." Henry said in a loud and uncaring voice, forcing Ray to listen to him.

"To the hall, we go. Miss Phalange, take over." He said, trudging towards the door, (y/n) shrinking into herself at the thought of teaching alone.

"Hey, I have lots of questions about my hygiene." Jasper shouted at 'Mr Gelding' who just looked at him in disgust.

"Okayyyy class, who can tell me about..." (y/n) looked around the class and saw Charlotte pointing at her open book, which she had lifted so the older woman could see its contents. She quickly looked over the page and caught up on what they were studying.

"...The Colombian War of Independence?" Several hands went up, and she picked some students at random, feeling calmer now she had clever Charlotte to help her out.

~Meanwhile, in the hall~

"What are you doing? Why are you and (y/n) in my school?" Henry reproached his boss as soon as the door was closed.

"We're spying on Ortho." He said in the weird English voice, annoying Henry further.

"Will you stop with the accent?" Henry commented.

"We're spying on Ortho." Ray repeated, this time using his normal American drawl.

"Well, what'd you do with our regular teacher?" He asked, wondering what had happened to Miss Shapen.

"We gave her a disease." Ray revealed contritely.

"Oh my god." Henry looked away to the wall, not believing what he was hearing.

"Just chickenpox." Ray protested.

"That's the worst kind of pox." The teen whisper-yelled back.

"What about tuna pox?" The superhero tried to catch him out, but it didn't work.

"There's no such thing as tuna pox. You just like getting out of the Man Cave with your girlfriend." Henry couldn't help the words that fell from his lips.

"Okay, she's not my girlfriend, so just leave it. And, you and Charlotte were the ones that said Ortho's up to no good." Ray reminded him, getting defensive at the mention of (y/n) in that context.

"We already know his dad's Drill Finger. Now we just need to figure out what they're planning." Ray said, checking the window to see how the class was doing.

To his surprise, the classroom door opened and (y/n) stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her.

"What's taking so long? The bucket kid keeps asking me questions about his personal hygiene." She looked between them, wondering why Ray's ears were pink.

"So?" Henry didn't understand the problem, normally (y/n) was so supportive and helpful with problems.

"So, you both better get back in there before I tell him things he does not wanna know." She threatened with a finger pointing to both of them. Turning around, she marched back into the class. Ray's eyes followed her until she was out of sight and then he looked at Henry again.

"Okay, you clear on the plan?" He asked him.

"No!" Henry cried since there was no plan.

"Let's go," Ray said, walking back in, Henry on his heels.

"I just wanna know if I should use different soaps for different parts of me." Jasper was asking (y/n). Charlotte looked at him like he had grown another head.

"Boy, no more questions for Miss Phalange. Now, history is filled with stories of evil, nasty people. Who can name some?" Ray questioned the class, actually being a semi-competent teacher.

"Oooh, Gengis Khan." Jasper suggested and Ray accepted his answer.

"Voldemort." Oliver Pook suggested, which Ray also agreed with, even though (y/n) knew he was a fictional character from Harry Potter.

"Big Bird?" Charlotte shouted out, making (y/n) furrow her eyebrows at the suggestion.

"Absolutely. Now... who can name some other evil people? Ortho?" Ray targeted the boy again. 'Captain Subtle strikes again.' The helper inwardly monologued.

"Um..." The boy stuttered, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, think Ortho. Surely you must know someone with evil intentions." Ray pressured him, speaking in a hard voice.

"Like oh, I don't know? Someone trying to sabotage this school?" (y/n) interjected, trying to keep up her teacher façade. 

"Yeah, Ortho." Charlotte agreed, she and Henry turning around in their seats so they could glare at the kid.

"I--I don't understand." He looked up at Ray in confusion.

"What are your plans?" Ray leaned on his desk and leant in closer to the boy, trying to intimidate him.

"Um, after class, I plan to eat a turkey wrap." He offered, not knowing what else to say.

"Aha!" Charlotte pointed at it, thinking it was part of some evil plan. Ray grabbed the bag and shredded it so all the contents could out. Grabbing Ortho's lunch, he chucked it over his back to Henry.

"You, student, examine Ortho's turkey wrap." Henry opened the lunch bag and tore the wrap apart to see if anything was inside.

"What is going on?" Jasper was so confused, as was the rest of the class.

"Wrap's clean." Henry reported, the filling falling on the floor. Ray walked to the front of the class again.

"Now, students to really know history, we must first learn your history." The superhero decided to switch tactics.

"So, tomorrow, it's Bring Your Father To Class Day." (y/n) butted in, but Ray liked her plan even more than his own so he went along with it.

"All our fathers?" Jasper asked innocently.

"No, let's just start with one father." Of course, they didn't need a class full of fathers. Just one in particular.

"My father lives in our basement." Oliver Pook mentioned.

"Put your hands over your face." 'Mr Gelding' directed him, that way he wouldn't have to speak with him.

"Ortho. You bring your father to class tomorrow." Ray looked at the ginger boy.

"O--okay." He agreed, still feeling uncomfortable with the situation.

"Look, I put your wrap back together." Jasper passed it to him, whilst Oliver Pook spoke again.

"I can't breathe." With all the weird kids in class, it made (y/n) feel grateful that she was a superhero's helper, not a teacher.

"Okay, class dismissed.' Ray said, grabbing (y/n)'s hand and pulling her out of the class since their work was done.

~The next day~

'Mr Gelding' and 'Miss Phalange' were back into the class the next morning. Despite changing his clothes to a thick, blue jumper and grey slacks, Ray still looked absurd as the hair and glasses were still the same. (y/n) had chosen another simple, yet believable disguise and it seemed that the class genuinely liked her.

Beginning the class, Ray glared at Ortho, wondering where his father was. 

"Alright lads and loonies, rumps in chairs." He still had his weird accent. As the class sat down, a ginger-hair man in glasses walked through the door, obviously being Ortho's father.

"Hello. Is this... Oh, hi, Ortho." The man greeted his son and Ray looked at the new man. (y/n) wasn't sure about his identity though. He didn't seem to be an evil mastermind, just a mild-mannered father.

"Hello, father." Ortho replied, making Henry look back at Charlotte.

"Well, if it isn't Ortho's daddy," Ray said, forgetting to do his voice.

"Accent." (y/n) coughed as she walked past her friend, reaching over to shake Ortho's father's hand.

"If it isn't Ortho's daddy." He corrected, not liking how friendly (y/n) was being with the suspected criminal.

"Yeah, sorry I'm a little late. I had some things to do." He smiled, shaking (y/n)'s hand with a firm grip.

"What kind of things?" Henry questioned him.

"Yeah, what things?" Charlotte added in.

"Just some work stuff. So I was told it's bring 'Your Father to Class Day'." Ortho's father asked the teachers.

"Yeah, that's right." (y/n) nodded at him with a genial expression.

"Okay...So, now what?" The man seemed confused.

"Maybe you could tell the children about the type of work you do and--" Ray slowly walked towards the man, putting himself between him and his helper. Once he was close enough, he sneaked his laser control from his pocket and fired a shot at Ortho's father, making him fall unconscious to the floor. (y/n) gasped along with the rest of the room, whilst Ray pretended to be innocent.

"Father!" Ortho cried out.

"Oh, bad luck. It appears that Ortho's father is having a medical episode." Ray told the class, but Ortho was too upset.

"No, I think you did something to him." The boy said, getting up from his seat and accusing Ray.

"Mr Gelding would never--" (y/n) tried to protect Ray, but Ortho still wasn't listening.

"I'm calling my mom and you'll be in big trouble." Henry used his whiz watch to shoot a laser at Ortho before he could tell anyone what had happened. The boy fell to the floor like his father.

"Uh-oh. There goes Ortho." Henry said in mock surprise.

"Oh no, the condition must be genetic." (y/n) lied.

"We should take them to the school nurse," Charlotte suggested and Ray quickly agreed.

"Good idea, let's hurry up, shall we?" Ray went to grab the father and Henry and Charlotte started to drag Ortho out by his feet. Surprising (y/n) with his strength, Ray lifted the man over his shoulder and hurried out of the classroom. 

"Class, read page 22." (y/n) said, before closing the door and ushering them all out of the school.

~The Man Cave~

Ray had put Ortho and his father in restraints, and now they were struggling to free themselves in the Man Cave.

"Where are we?" Ortho asked.

"I don't know, son." His father replied, tugging at the chains around his wrists. The door to the room behind the supercomputer opened and Henry and Ray stepped out in their superhero costumes, Charlotte and (y/n) in tow.

"Well, well, well." The superheroes said in turn, folding their arms and walking towards the father and son.

"Well," Henry added on the end.

"We only do three 'wells'" Ray told him, not wanting to look uncool in front of their prisoners.

"So, mister. Are you ready to admit that you're Drill Finger?" Charlotte stepped around the two and interrogated them.

"What?"

"Who's Drill Finger?" They both asked in confusion.

"You know you're Drill Finger." Charlotte pressed, wanting them to squeal the truth.

"You're a psychotic, evil dentist." Captain Man pointed at Ortho's father, who just looked pale and frightened.

"And now, it's your turn to get drilled." Henry tried to sass, but it fell flat.

"What's that mean?" (y/n) leaned down and said in his ear.

"I don't know, man." The teen wished he'd never said it.

"I'm not a dentist. I don't even floss." The chained man revealed as the alarm went off. (y/n) ran over to the computer, and opened the camera link to see what Gooch wanted.

"What Gooch? We're busy with Drill Finger?" Ray growled over her shoulder.

"No, you're not." (y/n) recoiled with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Huh?" 

"Drill Finger was just spotted in Nebraska," Gooch reported, and they all looked at him in shock.

"Nebraska? As in Nebraska above Kansas?" (y/n) really hoped it was a mistake, but it seemed they had made a grave error.

"Affirmative. He put four megatons of sugar in the water supply." 'Sweet cheese.' (y/n) wanted to slap herself.

"Situation?" Henry asked.

"Water very sweet. Teeth in danger." Gooch replied, even though all could have guessed that.

"Understood." Ray closed the link and turned to his friends, who all shared his look of guilt.

"What do we do?" Henry said, stepping back from the computer.

"Nothing, we only protect Swellview," Ray told him.

"Yeah, Nebraska's not our problem." (y/n) agreed with him.

"Right." They all looked at Ortho and his father, who were both glaring at them.

"But you guys... If the real Drill Finger is in Nebraska, who's that guy?" Charlotte pointed out.

"He's my dad, you dip twits!" Ortho yelled at them.

"But, why'd you want to know where our school's water supply was?" Henry asked, as all the puzzle pieces in his head started to fall.

"Because my uncle sells water filters for schools and small businesses." They all looked at their shoes.

"Okay, but why'd you ask about our school's security cameras?" Charlotte still thought that was dodgy, but Ortho's father quickly gave a reason.

"Because at Ortho's last school, the security cameras caught him picking his nose." Again, they all looked away when they heard the explanation.

"After that, some of the other kids called me 'Booger boy'," Ortho explained, and (y/n) couldn't help but feel bad for him, but Ray just found it funny, making everyone glare at him.

"Kids can be cruel." He said after (y/n) pinched his arm to make him say something nice.

"Okay, wait...then why did you say your dad was gonna take care of Captain Man?" Henry questioned them and Charlotte and Ray nodded with him.

"Because my father owns a chain of retirement homes for old people," Ortho explained.

"And I'm building a new one here in Swellview." His father continued.

"It's still in the planning phase." Suddenly everything became clear and the superhero team felt very stupid.

"And, when Captain Man gets old, I hoped I could take of him... To thank him for being such a wonderful superhero." Ray laughed awkwardly, having been so horrible to a man who only wanted to do nice things for him.

"Will you excuse us for just one second? We'll be right back." (y/n) smiled sweetly at the man as she pulled Ray and Charlotte backwards, Henry following too.

"Okay, we screwed up bad." Ray squeaked, once they had moved away, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"Bad is an understatement. We're gonna go down for this." (y/n) hissed back.

"I better not get in trouble for this," Henry commented, imagining what would happen if Ortho told the whole school what he'd gone through.

"Let's just calm down." (y/n) tried to keep control of the situation, but Charlotte was panicking.

"Hey. Just know I am not going to jail for the three of you." She told them, making her friends shush her loudly. Ray told them to follow his lead, as he sauntered over to the two ginger-haired men again.

"Hey. So good news..." Ray started in a cheerful voice.

"What?" Ortho snapped.

"We've clearly made a mistake here." Ray smiled at them, even though Ortho and his father hated the group.

"So we're gonna let you both go." Henry smiled too.

"As long as you don't mention any of this to anyone." (y/n) tried to use her puppy-dog eyes, but it seemed they only worked on Ray, as Ortho and his father strongly disagreed.

"Are you nuts?" 

"As soon as we get out of here, we're going right to the police." The father confirmed, making the group tense in fear. Ray didn't know what else to do, so he took his laser control from his utility belt.

"Well, in that case.." He shot both of them again, making (y/n) look at him with a puzzled face.

"What was that for? Don't you think we've traumatised them enough?" She said, Henry and Charlotte agreeing with her.

"Just help me get them down." Captain Man said tiredly.

"Aw, man," Charlotte said, as she and Henry grabbed Ortho and Ray and (y/n) dealt with his father.

~

They took the unconscious bodies to a shady back alley in downtown Swellview. Henry dragged Ortho as Ray and (y/n) dumped his father from a shopping cart. He flopped onto the floor, making Charlotte sigh with impatience.

"Will you guys hurry up?" She asked, not wanting to get caught. 

"What about when they wake up? They're gonna get us in trouble." Henry pointed out, so Ray grabbed his memory eraser.

"Not if they don't remember anything that happened." He said, quickly using it on Ortho and his father, much to (y/n)'s anger.

"We can't leave them here not knowing who they are or where they live." She scolded him, but Ray thought it was for the best.

"Now, they won't remember anything?" Henry wanted to confirm.

"Not a thing," Ray smirked, and his sidekick thought it was pretty awesome. The men on the floor started to move.

"They're waking up!" Charlotte noticed, but (y/n) didn't like the thought of them being left alone with no memories.

"You're seriously not suggesting that we--" Ray left no room for her to argue, as he grabbed her wrist and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. 

"Raymond! I swear to God, put me down!" She thumped his back and kicked her legs, but the man holding her ignore it.

"Run!" He said, and the group quickly escaped before Ortho or his father spotted them. They sprinted to the Man Van and Ray dumped (y/n) onto the back seat before getting in the front and speeding away.

"Sometimes I want to break your face." She sulked from the back.

"You know a face this handsome can't be broken." Ray quipped, causing her cheeks to warm and silence to fall over her. Looking up in the mirror, Henry and Charlotte smirked to themselves, knowing the effect Ray's words had on her, even if he never noticed it.