#no one bottoms after they start peeing more frequently apparently

[deliciouskeys]

Oh look it’s the HL-can’t-bottom brigade on anon again. I wasn’t going to say anything, but now that you’re squeezing yourself into my friend’s anon asks I will. 😁 Setting aside the fact that this complaint is fucking stupid to hound people with in fandom:

The post complains about medical inaccuracy while propagating the inaccurate idea that the majority of BPH hurts outside of passing urine … or ejaculate for that matter… and that any man with BPH (the majority post age 60 and the vast majority post age 70) cannot endure prostate stimulation. The spoiler said nothing about prostatitis lol. Never ever put disclaimers to appease the fatuous.

Enlarged prostates do not mean what you think they mean. I understand you want to have fun and romanticize the idea, but please remember to bear in mind (for real life purposes) that they are an epicenter of pain, not pleasure. Prostate massage therapy is not recommended by physicians in most cases as it can exacerbate symptoms, especially in more severe cases. When done, it's typically from the outside (perineum, because of such severe sensitivity) and requires a trained medical provider and incredibly gentle and professional care.

For Homelander (or any guy in reality), this would be a legitimate reason for him to never want to "sub/bottom". This can be explored as a theme in itself if you're interested in any semblance of medical accuracy—in which he wants to but can't due to pain, or even has a lover who is upset about Homelander needing to go to a legitimate medical provider for treatment.

Otherwise, have fun of course but definitely remember to throw in the disclaimer of "medical inaccuracies" so you don't accidentally spread misinformation on this.

You’re on the wrong blog. This is the sadistic lady who likes to put her faves through the horrors and tends to give neither disclaimers nor trigger warnings. I am also old enough and have dated with sufficient age gap to know first hand (well, second hand) that there are no real life silver linings to prostate issues. I do not, however, feel it’s my job to educate people. That is up to schools, parents and doctors.

Tl;dr: please pay attention to the tone and content of my blog before sending me patronizing messages on anon.

[hockeyboysiguess]

Jerseys and Dumplings

a/n: some good old friends to lovers Tkachuk for your Thursday!

warnings: swearing

word count: 6.3K

You yanked the restaurant door open harder than you’d meant to, but you were in a rush. A last minute assignment had kept you at work later than you’d planned, much later than you’d planned, and you were running later than would ever be considered fashionably late by anyone who made insane amounts of money to recite a bunch of shitty dialogue to a camera. You pulled at the bottom of your skirt to adjust it as you walked through the door before giving up. Your skirt was definitely crooked, your hair was definitely a mess, but your mother’s words played over in your head, “It’s never the job of a successful, powerful to look a particular way. Success is messy. Own the messy.”

“Hi, sorry,” you whisper-yelled to the hostess. “Uh, Hanifin? Pretty sure everyone else is already here.”

“Right this way.”

She was clearly unimpressed with your disheveled appearance and your tardiness as she looked you over from top to bottom from over the top of her glasses. You pushed thoughts of her and work out of your head to focus the evening. Meeting your best friend’s boyfriend was a hit-miss experience with Tessa as your best friend. She alternated between introducing you to immature, outrageous guys who were all about having a good time who always ended up cheating on her or guys who were basically the human equivalent of a completely dried builder-grade beige wall. This one was apparently some moderately famous hockey player, which automatically had you leaning him in the first column, but she pleaded with you to reserve judgment until you met him tonight. You were desperate for her to finally date a guy that was somewhere on the middle of her two extremes. She always countered by saying she wanted you to go on a date, any date. You brushed her off every time, telling her you were focusing on your career and yourself.

“There you are!” Tessa shouted, bumping the table harshly as she stood up to great you. “I started to think you forgot about us.”

“Sorry, babes,” you sighed as you let her pull you in for a quick hug. “I-”

“Got caught up at the office.”

You pulled back from her and glared at her. Tessa saying the words that all too frequently left your lips was just a little passive aggressive, usually your specialty. You rolled your eyes at her and she giggled before reaching out to the guy next to her to pull him to his feet.

“This,” she wrapped her hands around his forearm in a sort of death grip, “is Noah. Noah, this is the ever-discussed best friend slash somehow roommate even though I see her more out to lunch than I do in our apartment.”

“Thanks, Tess,” you mumbled. Noah offered his arms out to you gingerly and you accepted a soft hug. “Nice to meet you, Noah.”

“Really nice to finally meet you,” he smiled softly as you took your seats.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind.” The sing-song tone in Tessa’s voice drew a groan from you because you knew what was going to come next. “Stop it! Anyway, Noah brought one of his teammates along, so you weren’t third wheeling.”

“Is he invisible?” you asked with a wave of your hand to the empty seat next to you.

“Just in the bathroom, actually.”

You turned your head and were greeted with a bright, toothy grin and mop of curly hair. The restaurant was dark, but you could tell he had a beautiful pair of baby blues to go with his dimples and sharp jawline. Tessa has clearly hand-picked this one out of the Flames line up for you. He was exactly your type. You watched as his light eyes broke contact with yours and gave you a quick once look over, lingering almost indiscernibly at your chest and your hips.

“I’m Matthew,” he said, his smile starting on a slippery slope to a smirk as he sat down next to you.

You debated calling him out for checking you out, but Tessa rapped her foot on your shin, letting you know she was ready and waiting to give you a swift kick if she didn’t like how you were acting. People thought Tessa was soft. You thought people shouldn’t underestimate Tessa, so you swallowed your comeback and introduced yourself instead. Matthew gave you a quick nod, his broken curls bouncing with the sudden movement. A smile began to pull at the corners of your lips against your will and something in your chest told you he was going to be trouble if you let him be, so you resolved not to let him be. You watched his attention shift to the couple across the table and his face scrunch up in disgust. Noah and Tessa were seeming trying to figure out if it was possible for two people to become one via their open mouths pressed against each other.

“Come on, guys,” Matthew whined as one of his hands came down roughly on the tabletop, causing the silverware to click together loudly. Noah and Tessa separated at the sound, not at Matthew’s words. “The single folks don’t even have drinks yet. Can you save the foreplay until we at least have some alcohol in us?” 

“Seriously,” you joined in. If Tessa was going to set you up against your will, at least it was with someone that hated Tessa’s fondness for wild amounts of PDA as much as you did. “Please keep all tongues, hands, and arms in your own seats tonight.”

“Genitals should remain their not upright and locked positions” Matthew added. Tess blushed at his words, causing Matthew to turn his head towards you. He cocked his head to the side, a mischievous look dancing in his eyes and pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Too much?” 

You answered by continuing, “Excellent addition, fellow date attendant. Fasten your seatbelts as we expect there might be some turbulence on tonight’s date.” 

“Turbulence?” Tessa asked, her voice a solid octave and a half higher than normal and her eyebrows raised, daring you to continue. 

“Oh yes, turbulence,” Matthew cut in. “So, Tessa, where did you grow up?”

“I’m sorry, I’m back on turbulence,” Noah jumped in verbally and physically, a hand raised across the table. 

“We,” you informed him, gesturing between Matthew and yourself, “are the turbulence.”

“Yes, thank you, good blind date I didn’t ask for,” Matthew nodded to you, curling bouncing again in a way that made you have to bite your lip to avoid smiling like a schoolgirl with a new crush. “You both worked together to set us up tonight, unasked for based on just how fed up my fellow date attendant seemed by my very presence. Esteemed co-worker, can you confirm, for the record, that you did not ask for this set up and that you’re just as tired as I am of your friends across the table setting you up with people?” 

Matthew grabbed a breadstick from the basket in one fist and presented it to you like a microphone. You laughed softly, making an out of character smile crack across Matthew’s face before you both pulled yourself back into the accidental routine you’d created. 

“Yes, yes, Matthew. I can confirm I was not made aware of your presence tonight and I have not asked Tessa to set me up with anyone at this time,” you replied seriously, putting on your best politician impression. 

“You sounded like you were doing an impression of Tina Fey doing her Sarah Palin impression from SNL,” Matthew laughed at you. He couldn’t stop smiling as he turned his attention to your friends who had no idea what monster they’d created tonight. “As my good colleague Sarah Palin just said, neither one of us asked to be here. So now, we’re teaming up to see if we really approve of this union or not. So, I repeat. Tessa, where are you from?” 

The evening was filled with you and Matthew teaming up to flip the script on your friends. You grilled Noah, with Matt’s support, and you offered some direction to his probing questions for Tessa. They took in stride though and you realized somehow, some way beyond your understanding, Tessa had fallen into a good relationship for the first time since you knew her. 

Just after making a two-bite dent into your incredible dessert, Tessa pulled you to the bathroom with her, the classic story of girls never being able to pee alone floating at the excuse. When you left the stall, you were greeted by Tessa, arms across her chest, one foot tapping on the ground, and wry smile on her face. 

“So, things seem to be going well with Matthew,” she said with a smirk and a soft nod. “Figured it would be sink or swim but didn’t think it would go quite this.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned as you turned on the water for the sink to start scrubbing your hands, “we’re just being friendly.”

“Are you kidding me?” she practically shouts at you. “He literally has not taken his eyes off you once all night. He’s so into you!”

“Tess, stop,” you told her with a sigh as you shut off the water. You grabbed a couple of paper towels before spinning on your heels to face her. “Seriously, Tess, he’s not into me. We’re just getting along as friends, okay? Be happy this didn’t blow up in your face for the first time.” 

“You cannot be serious right now,” Tessa whined. She reached for your arm as you tossed the paper towels away, pulling your attention back to her. She bounced on her heels a little and gave you the most frustrated look she could muster. “He is into you. Noah thinks so too. Just, can you just try? For me?” 

“I don’t want a relationship, Tess,” you replied curtly. “Why can’t you just accept that?” 

“He’s perfect for you!” Her frustration with you was growing with each word that she had to say as she tried to spell it out for you. “He’s your type. I know I nailed that one. I know you have to think he’s attractive, so you can’t lie to me. You have really similar senses of humor. He totally thinks you’re hot, which you are. Don’t you dare, that’s not up for debate. Come on, babes. Give Chucky a chance.” 

“Chucky is a murderous doll,” you retorted, skipping over everything else she’d said. “Look, Tess, can’t you just be happy I might have made a friend tonight? That’s growth for me right there.”

“But he wants to be your special friend!” she insisted, bouncing on her heels again. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the image presented by her bouncing and her words. She was channeling herself at age six for sure, an age you didn’t know Tessa at, but from the stories her brothers and mother told you, you were kind of happy you didn’t know her at. 

“Jesus, did you just say that?” you got out between laughs. You sighed as you pulled yourself together. It was time you both escaped the bathroom as the boys were bound to get suspicious soon. “Look, I’m just not really in the sort of place to put myself out there at all right now. If Matthew really does want this and he really does try, I’ll think about it for real, okay? Does that work for you?” 

She sighed and rolled her eyes before saying, “I mean, no, it doesn’t because he would totally give you the good dick right here in this bathroom and probably buy you brunch tomorrow if you actually showed the tiniest bit of actual interest in him, but, it’s the best you’re going to give me, so it’s fine.” 

Your desire to leave the bathroom and get back to your chocolate cake overwhelmed the desire to correct Tess. You pulled her back to the table with you, collapsing into your seat and immediately diving back into the dessert you’d been hearing call your name since you’d left the table five minutes ago.

“You’re murdering that cake,” Matthew noted. “It’s impressive, honestly. Where does the cake go?” 

“Hopefully out my pores tomorrow in the stupid hot yoga class Tess is dragging me too,” you replied, halting another bite on its way to your mouth just to answer. “I wanted to watch Love is Blind and Too Hot to Handle as our new best friend activity for the month. Tessa wants to do hot yoga, so we’re doing hot yoga.” 

“So, you’re the boyfriend in this relationship?” Matthew joked, gesturing between you. 

You dropped your fork to your plate and reached for your almost empty drink instead before replying, “Gender roles are a completely unnecessary societal standard, Matthew, and they do not need to be enforced by heteronormative men who play an incredibly heteronormative sport. Who is the boyfriend and who is the girlfriend is unnecessarily gendered, especially considering I’m clearly the left chopstick and Tessa is the right. ” 

Matthew’s nose scrunched up when he laughed, a sight you were quickly growing used to over the evening, maybe even starting to like. He shook his head softly at you as he took a sip from his glass. 

“Says the girl who pitched to watch a bunch of trash Netflix dating reality shows that are all pretty heteronormative, right?” Matthew countered with a nod of his glass to you. 

“Garbage is not heteronormative,” you replied. “Trash TV is just trash TV, Matthew. Don’t read too much into it. I still haven’t gotten to watch any of it though.” 

“If you need someone to watch with, hit me up,” he told you. “I need an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday night and sounds like it I would need to be incredibly drunk to watch any of that.” 

“So, this Wednesday then?”

—————

Standing in front of Matthew’s apartment door with a wide variety from your favorite Chinese takeout place in one hand and a six-pack from your favorite local brewery five days later, you were beginning to regret the life choices that led you to this particular moment. You didn’t have much time for the regret to sink in though before Matthew opened the door. 

“If there is something the resembles a dumpling in that bag, I will be your servant for the rest of your life,” was Matthew’s verbal greeting.

“You’re about to be my servant then, but it’ll be worth it. These are the best dumplings I’ve ever had,” you informed him as you pushed past him into his apartment to drop the bags and beer on the counter. You started pulling containers out of the bags as you continued, “I will say you should never Google this place. I’ve only ever ordered via Grubhub delivery before today. I did pick up and this place honestly looks like the architect was drunk and the builders forgot their glasses for the entire build and I’ve never been more horrified, but the dumplings are killer, so I’ve just decided to put it in a box and try to forget I ever saw where they originated.”

You heard a beer crack open beside you and Matthew’s large hand came into view as he set it in front of you. He was close to you, closer than you had thought he would be. You could feel his tall frame behind you, his loose t-shirt brushing against you as he set the beer by your hand. His arms brushed your softly, making your breath catch in your throat.

“Good brewery pick,” he complimented you, his lips near your ear as he spoke. “Also, if you give me food poisoning from your weird Chinese food place, I’m released from my servitude.”

“You know the word servitude?” you countered, trying to pull your mind out of the gutter it was sliding headfirst down with sarcasm and chirping him.

Matthew laughed lightly and shifted himself closer to you. He leaned into you, his chest gentling coming into contact with your back with each breath you took. His large hands gripped the edge of the counter on either side of you. He towered over you and you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what it would feel like to let him bend you over this counter right here and now.

“Mm, I know a lot of things that might surprise you,” Matthew laughed in your ear.

He pulled back without warning and you released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Matthew shifted over to the opposite side of the counter, grabbing a beer and popping it open on his journey. He didn’t say another word before turning on his heels and heading toward the couch. Your brows furrowed as thoughts began to swirl and bleed together in your mind. Was that just all in your mind or was that nothing that your mind turned into something? You didn’t have time for something like this. The fact that you’d found time to have dinner with Matthew within two weeks of meeting him astounding given your inconsistent hours and his season. No, you didn’t want him to be flirting with you, you decided, so he wasn’t. You came over looking for a friend, so that’s what you were here for, the only thing you were here for.

“Hope you can use chopsticks,” you told him as you sat an overly full plate of food in front of him a few minutes later.

“I play hockey. I wasn’t raised in a barn,” he threw back at you, a joking smile on his lips.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed with a roll of your eyes.

Matthew tossed the remote as you with his free hand as he brought a dumpling to his mouth with the other, dropping the entire thing into his mouth in one go. You watched his eyes go wide as he bit down for the first time. He looked at you in disbelief as he chewed.

“Holy fuck me,” he told you through a full mouth. “I want to marry whoever made this.”

“Now,” you open Netflix on his TV, “you get me, Tkachuk.”

Matthew had already shoved another one in his mouth by the time Netflix loaded the first episode. Matthew was in food heaven, shoving dumpling after dumpling into his mouth. You laughed a little as his stuffed cheeks. He looked like a curly-headed chipmunk and you told him just that as you grabbed another container of dumplings out of the bag on the counter. He almost chirped you back, but when you dropped a full container in his lap, the chirp died before it had even fully formed.

“I think you’ve ruined dumplings for me from everywhere else in the world. Also, is that guy hot? I feel like they’re just trying to convince us he’s hot when he’s not.”

You were amazed he was able to pay any attention to the show with the speed at which he was consuming food. It was equal parts impressive and disgusting.

“He’s alright,” you shrugged as you reached for your beer. “Not my type. You’d be better off asking Tessa.”

Something you’d said finally beat out the interest of the dumplings. Matthew dropped the container to the table and skewered a dumpling with his chopsticks in exchange for a beer and turning his attention to him. He raised an eyebrow at you before he spoke.

“A type, huh? I wouldn’t happened to fit that type, would I?”

He took a sip as he watched you roll your eyes at him. He chuckled a little against the edge of his bottle at your response.

“Why would you think you would?” you countered, barely pulling yourself together in time to say something within an acceptable response time.

Matthew shrugged casually before replying, “Noah asked me specifically to come the other night and after meeting Tessa, I have a hard time believing she let Noah pick whoever he wanted since that was definitely a set up and blah, blah, blah, so I’m definitely your type, right?”

“Mm,” you hummed as you took a sip of your beer to try and disguise the anxiety his question had brought on. “My type is definitely guys who are obsessed with trying to be my type. It’s so sexy how much you need my validation right now.”

Matthew’s head fell back as he laughed, curls shifting back in tandem. His mouth opened wide as he laughed a full belly laugh at your words. One of his hands came to his stomach as his laughs became breathier and he slowly brought himself back down.

“You’re something else,” Matthew mumbled through a smile, beer on its way back to his lips and soft shake of his head with his words.

“I’m a goddamn goddess and you know it,” was all you had to say to get him laughing again.

—————

“Let’s fucking go, Calgary!” Tessa screamed next to you out of the blue, jumping to her feet as she shouted, making you and several other people around you jump a little in their seats.

“Jesus,” you sighed. “Tess, can you take it down a notch or eighteen, please?”

“It’s the Battle of Alberta, baby!” she shouted in response, a wide drunken grin on her face as she retook her seat next to you with a flop.

The referee blew the whistle, stopping play, and you pulled your attention back to the game with a soft smile on your face. You looked down the ice to see someone wearing a red and black jersey tangled up with a white and blue one. You craned you’re neck to try and see who it was, your breath catching in your throat at the idea it as Matthew. Your eyes were flying back and forth between the ice and the screen, trying to see a number or part of name to figure out if it was him or not. Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the glass in front of you. You were greeted with a smile that was slowly becoming more and more familiar, just with a mouth guard hanging between his teeth, and some curls peeking out from under a helmet.

Matthew waved at you with two gloved hands, his light blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked at you. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You were relieved he was standing in front of you, a goofy smile on his face, rather than down the ice in that fight. At least the linesman has managed to break it up by now. Matthew’s eyes broke contact from you to give you a once over. He pinched his jersey between his gloved fingers and his eyebrows furrowed down as he looked at you

“Where’s your jersey?” he shouted, though you had to read his lips to actually understand him

You just put your hands out next to you, palms up, and shrugged with a slight pout sticking out your bottom lip. You didn’t own any Flames gear of any kind, certainly not the Tkachuk jersey he was probably looking for. He shook his head at you and glared a little, just to get a small laugh out of you, before he turned his attention back to the game.

“Look at your guy!” Tessa said way too loudly for how tender she’d said it, hands stacked over her heart. “He likes you so much.”

“We are just friends,” you countered firmly, which made Tessa frown.

“He likes you! Aren’t you going over to his place after the game? You should make a move,” she nudged you in the ribs with her elbow.

“I’m picking up exactly four containers of dumplings and we’re watching exactly two episodes of Love is Blind because we’re going to finish up the episodes before they go on vacation with their new fiancés, okay?” you told her. “That’s not exactly a hot date. Besides, I don’t want to make a move. I like him, as a friend.”

“Okay, whatever,” Tessa rolled her eyes at you. “You keep denying that I set you up with a good one until you can’t anymore. Chucky is so smitten with you, he’ll probably wait for you for a ridiculously long time, like rom-com style long time, babes.”

—————

It was your new routine. Well, it wasn’t regular enough to really be a routine. Matthew would text you when he felt like he hadn’t seen you recently enough and demand you show up that same day with dumplings and your sparkling personality. You had tried to deny him, push him off a day or two due to work, but he might be the only person you’d ever met more stubborn that you were. Over garbage television shows and Chinese food, you’d made an actual friend out of him and despite Tessa’s insisting that both of you wanted more.

“Oh, suck it!” Tessa shouted as the Bruins pulled out a last-minute OT goal against Edmonton. She hated the Bruins, but you were pretty sure the only thing Tessa hated more than your insistence that you didn’t want to date Matthew was Edmonton.

You sighed, realizing you’d lost the bet you’d made with her, even though you picked that Edmonton would win to piss her off. She was shouting and jumping up and down, trying to rub her win in your face, but a text cropping up on your phone was pulling your attention.

Tkachuk: pls get five orders of dumplings and bring them right over

You: worked hard today huh?

Tkachuk: you know I fucking did. See you in 30?

You smiled softly, catching Tessa’s attention in the middle of her winning tirade.

“Is that Chucky?” She was already leaning over you, trying to get a glimpse of your phone screen. “Are you ditching me for him again this evening?”

You glared up at her and tilted your phone back, hiding the screen from her view. She stated to glare back, but then her face softened as the corners of her mouth started to pull up. You caught a mischievous glint in her eyes start to form she spoke.

“Hey, the bet was that I get to pick your outfit next time you go out, right?” Tessa asked hesitantly.

“I mean, yeah, but your face is scaring me a little bit here,” you replied, concern for yourself dripping off each word.

“And out could just mean when you go to see Chucky in a few minutes, right?” Her excitement was beginning to leak out, but you couldn’t understand why. “Because since you’re leaving, that’s going out, right?”

“I mean, I guess- Tess, what are you getting at here?”

Tessa didn’t reply. She ran out of the living room, cursing as she banged her elbow on the corner as she turned into the hallway. You heard some rustling in her room, followed by another curse, before she came bounding back into the living room. She tossed something red at you, a borderline evil smile on her face as she did so. You grabbed the red garment. As soon as your fingers touched it, you had an idea of what it was based on the fabric and you groaned as you flipped the garment in your hands. You were greeted with Tkachuk in large bold letters when you looked at the back of the jersey.

“I’m not wearing that to Matthew’s apartment,” you whined, letting the jersey fall into your lap.

“Ah, yes you are. You lost the bet. You wear what I let you to wear,” she told you, waving off your complaints. “Besides, Chucky gave it to Noah to give to me to make sure you wore it to next game anyway. We’re just getting you in it earlier than he had in mind, that’s all.”

You sighed as you stood up to head to your room where you exchanged your comfortable, worn in sweatshirt for the new, crisp jersey. When the red fabric finally hung off your body, you turned and let out a groan when you saw his last name on your back. You knew he wasn’t going to let you live it down the entire time you were with him, but Tessa’s wrath was worse than Matthew’s chirping would ever be.

Tessa was laughing as soon as she caught site of the red fabric, but you didn’t give her much time to feel satisfied with her handiwork. You grabbed your wallet, keys, and phone and headed out the front door. You paused as you sat in the driver’s seat of your car. Tessa had said Matthew wanted you to have the jersey to wear to the next game you went to, but why was he insistent enough to get Noah to give Tessa one of his jerseys? Why didn’t he just give it to you himself? 

You tried to analyze the gesture as you waited in line at the restaurant. You’d taken to just coming in for pick up since you’d been unsuccessful in forgetting just how terrifying seeing this place for the first time was. You never called ahead anymore. You just showed up and the chef knew to start making dumplings for you. They were ready when you got to the counter to order, so you paid, grabbed your food, and returned to your car quickly. You decided the gesture was probably nothing, just Matthew being odd per usual, and tried to force the thought out of your mind as you drove over to his place. 

The thought hung around as you parked in his spare parking spot. The parking pass had gone from being loaned out to every guest to living in your car after the fifth dumpling and trash television visit. He said you were his most regular visitor and he was tired of having to leave to put it in your car for you since you always argued that you’d brought him food, so it was the least he could do. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out if all of it added up to something, or if you were adding up things that didn’t really exist to get to an answer that definitely didn’t. 

You only got one knock in before Matthew opened the door. He moaned when he saw the bag in your arms. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said, his eyes trained on the brown paper bag his hands were reaching for the entire time he spoke like a prayer had been answered.

You laughed at him and let him take the bag from your arms before following him inside. He dropped the bag on the counter and began grabbing containers and chopsticks while you kicked off your shoes. You let out a long sigh as you prepared yourself for the chirps that were bound to come when you took your coat off and the jersey was finally in his line of site. You chewed your bottom lip between your teeth as you spun around to face him. 

Matthew was frozen in place, a partially opened to-go container on the counter in front of him and chopsticks about to be ripped apart in his hands. His eyes were trained on the flaming logo on the front. 

“Tessa made me wear it,” you admitted quickly. “I lost a bet and she made me wear it.”

Matthew slowly put the chopsticks down and one of his hands came up to his mouth. His hand was on his chin, thumb crossing his lips as he shifted his weight to his other hand braced against the counter’s edge. His light eyes were darker than you were used to as they scanned up and down your body. They came to rest on the number partially visible on the shoulder. He moved his hand from his face to hovering in front of him with his index finger outstretched. Slowly, his index finger began to make small circles as he looked at you. 

“Oh, you’re rubbing this in now,” you huffed, hands going to your hips. 

Matthew just shook his head softly before he swallowed hard, then said one word, “Spin.” 

You sighed, knowing he wanted the full picture for future ammunition, but you wouldn’t get to enjoy your food until you gave him what he asked you. You slowly let your feet shift across the floor, moving you in a gentle circle, giving Matthew a perfect view of his last name across your back. You closed your eyes as you reached the point in your circling where you’d have to see him again. You didn’t need to see the smug look on his face. 

You heard Matthew sigh and you knew whatever he was about to say next was going to be brutal. Instead, all you heard was his feet shuffling quickly across the floor before you felt his hands on you, pressing you back against the nearest wall. Your eyes flung open when you made rough contact with the wall. Before you could fully process it, Matthew’s head dipped down and his mouth was on yours. You almost pulled back, but he was kissing you in a way that took your breath away. You couldn’t not fall into the moment with your palms coming to rest on his chest, but you needed some sort of explanation and you weren’t even sure if this was really what you wanted, so you pushed gently on his chest and he instantly separated from you.

“What the fuck?” you breathed out at him as you lifted your eyes to look at him. 

He was towering over you, his arms boxing you in on either side of your head. His eyes were even darker than they had been and while you could usually read Matthew like open book, you couldn’t recognize the expression on his face. 

“I can’t be your friend if you’re going to look this fucking good with my last name on your back,” he told you. His words were so matter of fact, as if it was the most obvious thing the world. “You have absolutely no idea how bad I want you right now.” 

“Matthew,” you said between deep breaths, “I don’t know.” 

“You know,” he said, his baby blue eyes locking your gaze on him. “You know you know. You’ve known since that first dinner. Tessa knew too. Hell, even Noah knew, and you know how fucking thick he is. We’re not supposed to be just friends. You,” he sucked in a breath through his teeth when he broke eye contact to look down at the jersey while balling some of the red fabric in his hands, “you are too perfect for me to be my friend. God, it’s like someone took everything I ever wanted and put it all in one perfect, stupidly sexy girl, except that someone made her fucking oblivious to her own feelings.”

Matthew let out a soft laugh and shook his head as he released the fabric from his hands. His eyes rolled up to lock with yours again. 

“You can’t stand her and tell me that kiss wasn’t different,” he continued. “stop being so fucking thick for two seconds and you’ll really feel it. I know you feel it. Because if somehow, I feel this goddamn strongly about someone, and they don’t feel a single ounce of something for me, then I must have really fucked up in my past life and deserve to have the perfect girl right between my fingers and feel her break my heart instead. Like, fuck, you know this is different, that this is something that stupid kinds of special. Just let yourself feel it. Let me in, baby. I’m right here. You’re not gonna fall. Nothing is going to break. I’m right here. I’ve got you, if you want me to.” 

Matthew was wrong. You felt the walls you built to keep you from having to put yourself out there, from having to risk anything, start to crack under Matthew’s gaze. His eyes started bouncing from feature to feature on your face, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind since you hadn’t said a word yet. When his baby blues met yours again, the walls broke, and you felt everything. You felt everything he said and somehow, so much more. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked his mouth down to yours. He kissed you back instantly, his hands reaching down to the backs of your thighs to pull you up to his height. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands moved to your torso, yanking at his new favorite piece of clothing you owned to get under it and feel your skin under his palms. 

You broke the kiss to breathe. His mouth moved to your neck as you tangled your fingers in his curls. 

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to wear this while I do it,” Matthew breathed out against your neck with a faint tug of the jersey, “if that’s alright with you.”

“Little aggressive,” you told him with a tug of his curls. Matthew pulled you away from the wall, switching to support your weight so he could start walking you towards his room.

“Oh, shut up, would you?” Matthew laughed against your skin. “If you actually have objections, fine, but the peanut gallery is closed for anything other than curse words and my name for the next few hours, okay?” 

“Whatever you say, Tkachuk.” 

[salty-fang]

Twisted fate: Sugar edition

Chapter 2-

Marinette thought she was getting better. She really did. After all, she had adjusted to Gotham’s dark atmosphere and had only cried about losing Adrien twice. Per day. For a month. She was puzzled as to how she had ended up snarfing down Rocky road ice cream whilst bookmarking photos of Adrien. Upon noticing his toothy grin, captivating eyes and playful demeanour, a wan smile fixed itself on her face.

“No. Bad Marinette!” She remembered how quick he dropped her for Gabriel’s wishes and felt the cold, clammy hands of betrayal lace themselves around her throat.

‘Tight. Too. Tight.’ Her chest constricted as she let out a choked gasp. Her hands reached to shut her desktop down. Memories, terrible memories, flashed in her eyes. She had recognised those olive-green eyes. Those eyes clouded by greed, thirst and hunger. Hunger to trample the hopes of any opposition. Hunger to humiliate her. Hunger to seize every last important thing from her.

In a flurry, photos of her and Adrien came raining down. The mirth and adoration in her eyes evaporated, replaced by pain and bloodlust. Her bluebell eyes radiated a frigid coolness as her eyes fell upon the picture of Adrien and her third anniversary. Traitor. Her doe eyes narrowed and her mouth set in a thin line. Anger rolled off of her with each picture she ripped. She had read the attacks, the taunts and jabs at her for being a ‘whore, gold-digger’ and ‘attention seeker’. She had seen Adrien’s unresponsiveness to the situation, leaving her for the hounds to devour. Coward. She’d seen pictures of Adrien and that witch frolicking as she was left to pick up the broken pieces of her heart.

An unquenchable flame raged in her heart. With every memory, the flame burned brighter until the ache for love became unbearable. She hadn’t asked to be broken. She hadn’t asked to not be good enough. She hadn’t asked to lose control of her heart like she did but it still happened.

‘We could never be satisfied,’ she thought. The dull thrum of her heart rang in her ears as silence hung in the air. She knew she was anything special but, damn it, she thought she could be enough.

“Why wasn’t I enough?” Her shoulders shook with the effort of holding onto her sanity. A war waged in her mind as she searched blindly for anything, anything to ground her. She shouldn’t cry. He wasn’t worth it. She couldn’t cry. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of breaking her. She wouldn’t -. A sound that could only be described as pure grief ripped through her throat, slashing the air. She rocked herself hoping, wishing and praying for his return to her.

She fondly whispered “He’ll come back. He always has, the idiot.” A glint of resignation shone in her eyes before she slept, her back against the wall by the door.

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Damian loved Gina. He really did. He loved her composure in the face of danger and her frankly reckless attitude. But if one more person breathed her name, he would throttle them. So, when Todd teased Alfred for his fresh attire for Gina, he silently thanked the heavens for the opportunity to release some energy. He pounced, lunging for Todd’s throat wrapping his hands loosely. Nah, who was he kidding, his hands coiled tightly around his neck.

“Demon spawn, the hell?” Jason managed to choke out. Damian relished the pink hue that had crept up Jason’s face.

“Tim-no. Richard- ack, not you either,” Bruce started, voice hesitant. “Uh Duke?” he tried fumbling about for glasses and his coffee. “Ja-"

“Don’t even think about it old man, it’s Damian, you dolt,” Jason winced as he felt the nails dig into his neck.

"Ah yes, Damian, let go of him this instant. It is Damian, right? Right?" He heard the thud of someone's body hitting the floor.

Damian knew he hadn’t lost his touch. Assassin’s blood would forever run in his blood. His family were moronic buffoons, that he knew. But, if they thought he was turning ‘soft’ then they weren’t doing much to challenge the status quo and prove him wrong. They were simpletons through and through. And though he would never admit it, he loved them for it. As Jason warned him to watch his back, he couldn’t deny the thrill, the rush of adrenaline that ran through his body. Man, he loved this family.

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Marinette felt weird. She knew something was wrong. The lingering feeling had teased her subconscious for a while, now. And if the urge to constantly pee, excessive vomiting and constant fatigue was anything to go on... she was pretty certain she had an inkling as to what was happening.

All it took was that test and she had her suspicions confirmed. The two lines that appeared filled her with dread and excitement. Choosing to focus on the latter for now, she squealed, shaking and shimmying the best that she could with her heavy feet. She was PREGNANT.

Crap, she was pregnant. They hadn’t talked about children. They hadn’t talked about raising a child. Their apartment wouldn’t have enough space for all of them. They didn’t have a name. They knew nothing about childbirth. They simply weren’t ready. Worst case scenarios ran through her head. What if she wasn’t a good mom? What if Adrien left her? What if he hated their baby? Or worse, what if she hated her baby?

'Wait... they used p-p-protection. So how?’ The notion cut off her train of thoughts, turning her into a blushing mess. She could feel the heat sear through her cheeks and she could see the contrast of her freckles against her flushed face.

‘Oh no. She couldn’t tell Adrien; she couldn’t burden him like that. Not when he already had so much on his plate. She wouldn’t tell him but maybe she could hint at it. Yes, that would be the ideal course of action.’

Adrien really was the most oblivious human alive. Marinette had forgotten about that factor. Two months later and Adrien still hadn’t gotten a clue. She refused to believe he was that blissfully ignorant. She stroked her developing stomach, contemplating whether she would just tell him or surprise him with a kid. She was opting for the second option as Adrien had looked more stressed than ever, running errands for Gabriel more frequently. God, she hated that man. He constantly critiqued her for ‘not being good enough for his son. After all, she was a Baker’s daughter.’

Marinette could still remember the times when Gabriel had tried to persuade her to leave Adrien without an explanation. He’d threaten her, try to win her over with money; anything to let his son be rid of her. Marinette knew the pain of being left in the lurch. She knew the pain of wondering if it was her fault. She knew the pain of wondering where it went wrong. She wouldn’t do it to him. Not like that.

And then, he’d broken up with her. She had regretted nothing. She’d left him whole. Maybe a little damaged but not scarred. And that was most important to her. She’d regret nothing. It was the least she could do to salvage what was left of her chipped heart.

Marinette had awoken to tender kisses placed on her forehead. Her Nonna looked like a mess. She looked frazzled yet she focused her energy into calming a frantic Marinette.

“Netta, my fairy, I’m,” Marinette whimpered. She could hear the shakiness in her Gigi’s voice. She was a bad luck charm. She always caused pain for everyone. Slowly, she peered up at Gina expecting disappointment to be etched on her face. Yet her face shone with love and her eyes were filled with pity, no, guilt. “I’m so sorry. I broke our pact. I’m no better than them.”

She curled in on herself, head bowed, breaths shallow.

“I’ve hurt you Marinette, I’m a failure.” A short sharp ‘enough’ cut her off. Leaving no room for deliberation, Marinette said

“Nonna, please, if anyone’s a failure, it’s me. I mean who would want a single, unemployed pregnant woman?” Gina sat with wild eyes, jaw slack as she processed what Marinette had just said.

“Hold up, you’re PREGNANT?”

“Have been for the last three months but you know.” She shrugged. She’d processed this already but Gina hadn’t. Gina had switched from pained to bubbly in the span of a few seconds. She screamed before peppering Marinette with questions. Marinette had answered most of her questions and told her killing Agreste- which one she had been referring to was a mystery- was off the table. She’d crush him and make him beg for mercy in her own time. She told her how ‘Adrien hadn’t known’ and by the time they’d finished, it was past midnight. Gina pulled her into a bone-crushing hug before tucking her into bed.

Marinette woke up with a sore back, throbbing headache and bloodshot eyes. She noticed Gina had crashed on the floor beside her sofa. The events of what had occurred last night replayed in her mind. She really fell asleep with his picture beside her for comfort. She’d called his girlfriend a witch. How was she supposed to look him in the eyes after that? She couldn’t even look herself in the eyes. She really wasn’t looking forward to their ‘date’ today. She rose, albeit reluctantly, and stretched. With a steady hand, she applied her mascara onto her lashes. Clad in a baby blue sundress and floppy hat, she set out in a bid to meet Adrien.

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Marinette had arrived late but she had not expected this. Adrien and her had been enjoying their date and she had loved her triangle sandwiches. So, when Lila sashayed over, hips swinging , her mood soured and she groaned. Loudly. Apparently, that fuelled Lila's desire as she launched into an awkward kiss, teeth clashing against Adrien’s. Adrien remained motionless as she kissed him once. Twice. He felt her bite down hard on his bottom lip. He felt tears gather in the corner of his eyes. He tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He felt her tongue slip into his mouth, demanding satisfaction.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ he wondered. ‘I should be enjoying this. So, why does it feel so wrong?’

He responded on instinct, battling her tongue with his own, with an intensity he had saved for Marinette. When they pulled apart, saliva intertwined and breaths heavy, he noticed the hungry look in Lila's eyes. She seemed to forget Marinette’s presence as she moved to straddle his hips. An over exaggerated cough had Lila leaping from his lap, yelping before her eyes settled on the culprit. Marinette. Lila chose to sit beside Adrien, wrapping an arm around his tense shoulders.

“Still disgustingly fake as ever Lie-la,” she drawled. “No personality but I see you have paid for implants.”

“I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you again but I’d be lying. And I don’t lie,” she blinked innocently. “Now scram before things get a little steamy for your virgin eyes.” Her obnoxious voice grated on her nerves. She bit back a comeback as the urge to puke bubbled in her throat. She couldn’t stop herself as she vomited. Heavily. On Lila. At least Adrien had the sense to bound away before he got hit.

Lila was pissed. Marinette had wrecked her outfit with her sick. She couldn’t twist the situation maliciously as anyone with eyes could see Marinette was pregnant. So, in blind rage, she punched Marinette in the face.

“You deserve more, bitch.” Lila spat at Marinette. Lila had intended to punch her in the stomach when she felt a hand wrap around her fist. Marinette had growled at her and she actually felt scared. For the first time in her life, she backed down. She stalked away towards ‘her Adriboo’, who was having a hard time stifling his laughter. She pouted as she realised that her pride bruised.

“That will teach you to mess with me Lila.” Marinette levelled a glare at her before she bolted.

'Run.

Run! Don’t look back!

Just run!'

She didn’t stop until she was safely on her balcony and so, she missed Adrien intervening, Lila screaming and the stranger slinking in the shadows. She just felt so dizzy. Her insides swirled and she slumped against the balcony ledge. The hand she clamped over her mouth made the sensation worse. She threw up and from the sounds of it, she had hit someone.

‘I have to stop puking on people,’ she thought as she heard the cry of indignation from below. ‘Poor sap.’ Slowly, she retreated back into the hotel room to get some rest before she met the people who made her grandma so happy.

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Damian was having a horrible day. First, Grayson had chosen him as the latest victim of his matchmaking attempts. Sitting in a cat themed coffee shop, he had listened to an attention seeking gold digger ramble on about herself for an hour and a half. Did she not get tired of her own voice? He knew he had, for certain. He was ready to curse Grayson’s awful choice in people again when something piqued his interest. A harlot was engaged in battle with an angel. And from the look of discomfort on the harpy’s face, the blue-eyed beauty was winning.

He knew he shouldn’t have followed her when she left but he felt a strong pull towards her. He knew she felt sick but he hadn’t expected her to puke on him. Granted, he was hiding and the balcony was pretty low... but still. He screeched in disgust as his suit and hair were covered in what looked like bird shit. It smelt like it too. So yeah, pretty horrible day. At the very least, he could look forward to Gina coming to the mansion later today. She’d cheer him up. He just knew it.

Damian was annoyed. Gina was late. Very late. And he’d been waiting for hours for her to arrive. When was she going to get here? A soft rap on the door sent him flying out of his seat as he scrambled to unlock the door. He’d expected Gina but on their doorstep was that angel from earlier.

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[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

if you have a question about aussie slang, for a fic or whatevs, please just ask i don't know all of it, but we do have some fun words and sayings that are day to day statements

esp. the more rural you go

not everyone has the full accent though, because you do get a lot of pressure at work to come across... professional or whatever.

the only one i've never been sure of being an Actual Phrase, or if it Became A Phrase after popularisation on a tv show, is "Stone the Flaming Crows" bc a dude from Neighbours used to say it frequently.

examples of day to day stuff i can think of right now

mad as a frog in a sock (angry about something, went off, off the shits)

mad as a cut snake (usually means 'they're nuts', but can also mean they exploded with anger, usually contextual)

she'll be right (it's fine - can be a flippant statement, can be reassurance, etc)

drongo / galah - (idiot, not very smart, wanker, etc)

dunny = toilet

thunderbox/outhouse / long-drop - usually outdoor toilet

dry as a nun's nasty / dry as a dead dingo's donger (I am thirsty, or It Is Hot AF/we need rain so bad)

chuck a u-ey (do a u-turn)

Oi! (Hey I want your attention/i was surprised, general exclamation, stop that, you are in a lot of fucking trouble mate - depends on the tone of voice and volume) like "OI!" says aunty ruth has just found her dentures in jello and she knows you did it, etc

Bugger off (go away, or sometimes a statement of disbelief)

Yeah nah /Nah yeah (can mean yes, no or maybe depending on what was said directly before the statement)

you cant pull the wool over my eyes - you can't lie to me like that / i can see you are not telling the truth

shut your gob / put a sock in it / put a cork in it - (shut up / shut the FUCK up / close your mouth or i will shut it for you) depends on tone

Ya wally (you idiot)

Roo = kangaroo

o = can be affixed to anything to shorten it at the servo - gone to the service station, arvo - afternoon, smoko - morning tea, bottlo - where the grog is

goon/goonsack - wine in a box

grog - alcohol

stubbie - beer, ususally

boardies - board shorts

rashie - swimming shirt,

slip, slop, slap - ancient proverb for avoiding sunburn. singing pelican.

thongs - footwear

sheila = female / woman, don't hear this a lot at the moment tbh except in certain contexts or from specific people

'Getting rowdy' = things are heating up, people are riled up, a fight is about to/has just broken out, etc.

DJ's like a mad cunt = one very specific meme about a bad PM we had like 10 years ago. i can't tell you how many PM's ago, it's been game of thrones here lmao

Beyond the black stump / Out whoop-whoop / references to timbuktu (quite a distance away)

strewth!/crickey!/bloody hell - (exclamation of surprise, expletive replacement, etc)

flat out like a lizard drinking (tired / drunk / exhausted / sleeping)

pull a harry holt - (I've heard a dozens variations of this one, it means Go Missing / Disappear, often used as a joke. PM Holt went swimming one day and disappeared)

have a stickybeak (to poke your nose in/investigate/look around)

chuck a wobbly/throw a tanty/chuck a tanty/throw a wobbly (throw a tantrum, i have legit never seen anyone successfully deescalate a situation by telling someone not to chuck a wobbly or throw a tanty, go figure lmao)

bogan - (very specific kind of low-income, generally white, people. sort of like rednecks, but with more stereotypical aussie features like a mullet, singlet tops, sunnies, stubbies, etc. tend to fall under the liberal party ideology - who are our republicans... )

ankle-biters / rugrats / little takkers / gremlins / nippers - (kids, usually the littler ones)

tiff - argument, small fight (had a tiff, had a row)

pav = pavlova

piss/whizz/take a piss = going to pee

vegemite - delicious

Kiwi = New Zealander

Banana benders - the disrespectful bs that apparently other states call anyone living in Queensland, the wankers

station - farming areas that have sheep or livestock usually, have farmhands etc.

dole bludger(s) - (anyone on Centrelink, whether they want to be or not, with no other employment. but like, a lot of people on centrelink have a job that does not cover enough and need additional financial supports to meet a minimum wage, or are students or apprentices, etc. there are people who go on centrelink on and off to avoid engaging in the jobseeking stuff, they are the real dole bludgers, but a lot of richer people tend to call anyone on 'welfare' bludgers)

don't you come the raw prawn with me - (do not lie to me / don't try that shit with me, mate / I wasn't born yesterday /etc)

dak/dack - to dack someone is to come up behind them and yank their pants down (or skirts). Often taking out your boxers, too.)

budgie smugglers - (speedoes, male swimwear)

togs/toggs or cozzie (swimwear, any kind. cozzie = costume)

mozzie - (mosquito)

better than a kick up the backside /better than a kick in the arse - (pretty self explanatory, one of those phrases parents use to get slightly hurt kids to start laughing and/or coworkers to commisserate about new work rules, etc)

I wouldn't piss on (name) if they were on fire - (self-explanatory, you hate them, or they're a useless tit or an insufferable person /a suckup etc, and you would gladly hand them a match)

one for the road = getting a drink for the road, usually. can also make a joke of it like, "one last piss for the road" = I'm going to the bathroom before I leave

here's your handbag, what's your hurry - probs not an aussie phrase but a common joke in my family

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So like, there's some words and items from Australian Indigenous culture that often get used wrong in stereotypical characters, like saying 'gone walkabout', using 'cooee', making digeridoo jokes, and making some really uncomfy 'savages' statements can be very disrespectful. You might want to go looking into Australia's fucked up policies and historical (and only recent) situations before starting any arguments about this stuff... in many ways it mirrors the cruelty of american colonisers to native american peoples, etc.

Avoid some phrases. Your character gone to cool their head? He's gone off on to soak his head, or he's on his bike (gone away) but he'll be back... You can use 'Oi, dickhead!'

Please don't mock the names of towns or places, they are often the names from the traditional custodians and inhabitants.

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Random things:

We drive on the left side of the road, driver's side reversed.

More of our cars are automatic than manual. Utes aren't atypical, but bigger vehicles are out in rural areas because more than a few of the rural roads are poorly maintained or dirt, with potholes that yoyo your soul into your body.

If you have a character on a long drive on a non-highway, or rural road: +if you are on a one-lane road and someone is comingthe other way, you both move half-on, half-off; for big vehicles or trucks, you can choose to pull off completely and stop. Just for safety, esp. in rain, fog, mist or late at night. +at one-lane bridges, you have a give way sign on one side. if you want your characters to have a moment of 'pause to look at each other while driving' or 'a quiet moment of reflection', have them wait for another car or truck to pass from the other side. These can be a few metres long, to like, a really long bridge. +They may pass markers that say 'flood level marker' with numbers of 2, 3 or 5 metres. Could be useful to remark on if your fic needs a reason for them to have a crisis. +Bushfire warning signs (from Low to Catastrophic) are frequent +Animal Crossing signs are very frequent, and often have a wildlife rescue number on them +Water restriction signs are in most small towns, they range from levels 1 to 6. This can change what the characters are allowed to do with water in little towns, etc. +You may occasionally find a small servo and one or two houses. +pubs don't open/won't serve alcohol until after 10am. the joke has always been, 'beer on your cornflakes' but you will never be able to actually get that unless you preplanned the night before in your hotel room. +Around dawn and dusk, a lot of animals like hares, kangaroos, wallabies, sometimes echidnas and koalas and little numbat things, and snakes and bushmice will be close to the road. Sometimes dashing across. They do not react logically to cars approaching, and will leap out at random. Hares do this zigzag nonsense. If you need the character to hit the brakes frantically, or swerve, this is a good reason. If you are ever driving here and see an animal on the side of the road, flip lights to low beam, slow down and watch to see how they react. If you can. If there's a truck blaring down on you, you may not be able to.

+Emus are in more rural areas. Echidnas sometimes appear on fringes of towns though.

+Kookaburras are a lovely creature, I have rescued a few and they are nice... but their laugh is very grating when it goes off super early in the morning. They eat snakes (good) and baby birds (not so good).

+Lots of snakes round here. LOTS. Carpet Snakes are pretty common, red-belly black snakes, eastern brown (big danger!!!), whip snakes have declined in my region, keelback snakes, this one black and white banded one we found deceased, etc. Snakes can climb, snakes can SWIM. Putting something that stinks around a campsite MAY help, but not always.

+Never go swimming in a dam you don't own, and that hasn't been checked, and if no one knows where you are. How deep is it? What's on the bottom? How stirred is the water? etc.

+Kangaroos CAN drown you. They have perfected this attack, and will do it to humans, dogs and other pursuers alike. They can also eviscerate you with their hind paws or shatter your ribs with a kick. The 'boxing' they do is exceptionally violent. This seems to surprise people, but like, giraffes can kill each other by slamming their heads into each other, you think a 7 ft swole motherfucking cryptid can't do harm? They can be lovely tho, if they trust you. But DO NOT GO PETTING WILDLIFE.

+Dropbears, austrilanicus vericanthus bitus, are real. We do make jokes about them, but they are a Problem. The pee on yourself thing won't ward them off, that's more about working out which tourists are the most gullible (and if they run with it, the moistest) lmao. Akubras and other thicker-layered headwear,

+We have wild dogs and feral pigs. Do not fuck with the feral pigs, some are HUGE, and no... they're not just pigs who escaped farms, these are MASSIVE motherfuckers who will Get You if they See You. Rustling in the night outside the tent? Good Luck.

+Koalas should not be picked up directly. They have claws, and a lot of them have chamydia. I mean if a character saves one in a fic that's fine I guess, but like... someone's getting antibiotics after that lmao. They are bigger than you think, dumber than you think, and sometimes they have to be chased across a highway with a windscreen cover bc they're not very bright and keep failing to climb metal fences, lmaoooo

+Towns of about 20-30k will have more shops (some franchise, some local owned), servos, fast food places and usually at least two to three shopping centres. Usually small level entertainments like a cinema, or local groups. +Towns with 10-20k, may have one or two major shopping centres, servos (tracks and RVs catered to), possibly a maccas, and the majority of stores will be local-owned. May have a cinema, but not one that has the newest releases. Local council may have more festivals, or 'that one thing they're known for'. +0-10k towns have a small local store, prices usually a bit higher. A servo, often with capacity for trucks. Local festivals. Characters can cop a bit of side-eye in these places, esp. if they don't fit the traditional ideas or are loud/violently american. +Grey nomads are a thing. Old people with fancy caravans who drive So Slow, and move all around aus. Several refused to stop during covid and it was like, WHO DO YOU THNK WE'RE TRYING TO KEEP ALIVE BY STOPPING YOU MOVING THROUGH MULTIPLE TOWNS???

+Some rural areas have legit red dirt, its always super cool to look at. Some places have light brown to dark brown, some have more chalky colours or yellowish dirt. Depends.

+Reminder: Australia has very specific gun laws, if your character/s have weapons then they may need to be sneaky or store them specifically in the vehicle. Although if you're talking about like, mad max type rules, then who cares. But if you have them get into a gun fight in a town, the police will come, etc.

Dunno, just ask if you have a question... just trying to think of random things to paint a picture if you have a character over here for a roadtrip or mission or whatever.

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Just One More

Genre: established relationship, fluff?

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Warning: mentions throwing up

WordCount: 1.8k

reposted from old account w/ a little editing done grammar wise :)

Jin knew by your third shot that your initial idea of you driving home was out the window. It was only 11:15, and you were already slurring the lyrics to your favorite song that played from the tv speakers. It had been a while since you have been to a house party, and the thought of being able to finally let loose with your and Jin’s friends overpowered you. Stumbling your way from the bathroom, after one of your many pee-breaks that night, Jin decided that it might be time to take you home. You fell into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. He caught you, hands falling to your waist to keep you upright.           “Jinnniiiiiie,” you whined at him, the smell of various liquors apparent on your breath, “come dance with me, baby. We never get to dance anymore.”           Even when wasted, he couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked when you pouted at him, eyes glossy and full of adoration. He hated dancing when it wasn’t choreographed, thought his arms always looked like confused snakes, but he would have taken you to dance in a heartbeat. If he thought you could stand on your own, that is. You continued to pucker your bottom lip at him, willing to pull out all the stops if it meant getting him out into the open space in the living room. He brought his one thumb up to pull at your lip, making you giggle.           “I think it might be better if we head home.” He said. You grunted and tried to pull away, causing you to stumble over your own feet before reaching back out to him to steady yourself. You squeezed his shoulders and laughed.           “Big shoulder boy is no fun tonight. Party pooper Jin. Suck-Jin.” You booped his nose, “that’s you.” “Hey!” he yelled in mock defense “Am I still going to be Suck-Jin when I’m taking care of your drunk ass tomorrow? Cleaning your puke off our bathroom floors?” “I’m not even that drunk. I only had a few drinks. And like… five shots, but I’m NOT drunk.” Your hands were on his face now, squishing his cheeks until his lips puckered out. You pulled him closer to yours and gave him a quick peck. It was all that he needed to be grinning from ear to ear. He rolled his eyes, knowing that he lost this round. “One dance. ONE!” he held up his index finger knowing you might try and get a couple more dances out after. You jumped up and down clapping your hands together, letting out little excited squeals as he guided you more into the center of the room. No one else was dancing, just sort of shuffling from foot to foot, but Jin couldn’t take you to a party and expect you not to bust a move like no one was watching. It was one of the things that made him love you even more, watching your anxieties slip away for the sake of a good time. When you made it to your desired dancing spot, an R&B song with a slow tempo began to play. You quickly fell into the rhythm. Well, you thought you did anyway. To Jin and the others around you, you were a flailing mess who may as well have been listening to a different song entirely. Jin followed your movements anyways, the both of you laughing as he spun you around. He knew you’d likely forget this moment by tomorrow, but Jin would keep this memory in his back pocket forever. There was something so freeing in being around you, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you. Maybe that was a dangerous way of thinking, but on nights like these he didn’t care, not if it kept that bright and happy look on your face. When the song was over, you were still laughing, trying to pull him back to keep dancing as he ushered you away. “No, Jin, one more. Pleeeeease?” you began to whine again. Jin didn’t look at you, continuing to smirk as he made his way to the front door. It was at this point that your vision started to blur, making it nauseating to look at anything. You tried closing your eyes to compose yourself, but the pain in your stomach told you the next few moments were going to be rough. “Jin” you muttered out. You needed a bathroom and quick. “Let’s not fight about this Y/N, you’ll thank me later.” He said to you. He was trying his best to be a good boyfriend and do what was best for you, but if he didn’t realize what you needed quick, he’d have all the evidence of your fun night on his new shoes. “No,” you gripped on his arm and planted your feet firmly on the ground, making him stop. He saw your pale face and knew what was to come. He was rushing you back through the house before you even finished saying “bathroom”. Unfortunately, part of your stomach’s contents made it on your shirt before you got to the toilet, burning your throat as the liquor made its way back up. Through each burp, you tried to tell Jin he didn’t have to stay, but he kept shushing you as he continued to rub your back. After puking into the toilet, you let your head hang there for a second, slight embarrassment lingering in the forefront of your mind. Jin pulled your hair out of your face and placed toilet paper in your hand. You wiped your mouth and flushed the toilet, raising your eyes to meet his. He was sat on the floor with his back leaning against the wall. The contrast between the two of you was obvious; him in his soft pink cardigan and you, covered in your vomit. He always had a way of looking beautiful no matter where he was. “You look like you wanna kiss me, and I’m going to be honest, it’s a hard pass from me.” He said to you, always trying to make you smile when you were at your lowest. You looked down at the stain on your shirt, and even though everyone probably knew you were puking in the bathroom, you were anxious about walking out with it all on display like this. Jin saw the worry in your eyes and stood up. “Give me your hands, baby,” he said to you, “let’s get up and rinse your mouth out. You can wear my cardigan on our way out to the car.” You took his hands as he pulled you onto shaky legs. Once cleaned up and donning his warm sweater, he placed his hands around your waist and led you to the car. It felt like one of the longest car rides of your life, each bump and turn making you wish you had a spit bucket or some bag with you just in case. Your head was killing you, and you thought of was how good it would feel to lay in your bed. When you finally made it back to your shared apartment, you felt like the whole world was closing around you. You vaguely remember Jin parking the car and asking if you were okay to walk, but you didn’t fully come to your senses until Jin placed you into bed. Jin struggled to get you changed from your clothes and into your pajamas as you weren’t much help, one of your limbs feeling like they were full of lead. Being in bed felt like being in the ocean, your head spinning as you tried to force yourself into sleep. At some point, you felt Jin’s arms find their way around your body. You turned around slowly, not wanting to upset your stomach, and snuggled into his chest. Apologizes will come in the morning, but for now, you just wanted to focus on the rise and fall of his chest and his fingers rubbing little circles on the small of your back. He placed a small kiss on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep. When morning came, all you could do was groan and bury your face into the pillow. Your arms reached out to the space next to you, feeling the cold sheets where Jin usually lay. Last night consisted of frequent tossing and turning, as well as some strange dreams of Jin being mad at you for the previous night. They were just dreams, but you wanted the comfort and reassurance of him by your side. Legs still too wobbly to move, you were forced to stay in bed until he came back into the room from whatever he was doing elsewhere in the apartment. You were almost back to sleep by the time you heard the padding of his feet down the hall towards the bedroom. Your head turned towards the door just as he was making his way through it, a frown was ever-apparent on your face. He let out a giggle, his bright appearance almost enough to make you smile. Jin made his way over to the bed when you spread your arms open, just wanting him to hold you. “What?” he started to say, crawling into bed to hover over you, “Party too hard?” You groaned, knowing this was just the start of all the teasing for today. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he continued, “I mean that’s saying a lot since you did almost get tequila puke all over me.” He brushed your hair away from your face, pausing on your cheek to give you a playful pinch. You whined and brushed his hand away. “It’s too early for your shenanigans, let me sleep a little more before you start to mock me.” You tried to push him off you, but he kept you down and began covering you in kisses, feigning disgust but not doing much to stop him. His breath was still minty, and his lips soft as they pressed against your cheeks, forehead, and last on your lips. When he finished, you pulled him down into a hug, hoping it would be enough to make him stay in bed today. He lifted his head from the crook of your neck. “Come on, it’s already almost noon,” he said and placed one more kiss on your cheek before attempting to get up. You pulled him down again, earning a loud “yah!” from Jin. “Let’s have a lazy day. You, me, and this big bed.” You motioned to the space around, closed your eyes, getting yourself comfier under the covers. There were house chores not done, groceries not bought, and online friends Jin promised he’d play games with, but that sleepy look on your face was almost intoxicating. He rolled over you and onto the space next to you. Your smile was wide and infectious, and you couldn’t help but pull him into another tight hug. He placed one hand on your thigh, the other playing with your hair, all while humming a sweet melody. He loved you, probably more than he could ever put into words. Screw chores, they could wait for tomorrow. Today was for you and him. “Fine,” he sighed, “but only if you stop calling me Suck-Jin.”

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Camel Safari in the Thar Desert, India | Thar Dessert India

Our teacher left as scheduled.  We located our seats in our third-tier AC elegance cabin. We’ve now attempted second AC, third AC, and sleeper elegance. We departed Delhi at five:35pm and are scheduled to reach Jaisalmer the following morning at eleven:30am? (Currently writing on the educate) Our berth on the train becomes quite crowded; it is meant to house 8 humans, as there are 8 beds. Before bedtime, the middle bunk is folded down and all eight human beings sit alongside the bottom beds the use of them as chairs. However there have been more than 8 people in our berth…surely no person cares about in which their seat is, and people who don’t pay for tickets in advance come on the train to the overall class, purchase a price tag after which discover their way onto the nicer AC cabins and soak up seats. Incredibly stressful.

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They have lots of amusing hiking up and down the bunks and swinging on the ladders. It’s virtually more cute than traumatic. The majority of young women put on their hair brief and after noticing this commonplace trend, we decided to appearance it up. Turns out it's far a spiritual exercise. Hindu women get their hair shaved off around eleven months to rid themselves of any bits in their beyond existence.

We pre-ordered a veg Thali for dinner that wasn’t introduced till after eight:30pm.  Although we have been each pretty hungry we struggled to eat the low first-rate educate meals. When we finished with our food we couldn’t discover trash can so smartly stack the empty packing containers on the pinnacle of every different. A train attendant walked and requested if it was our trash. He informed us to throw it away and walked us to the door of the teacher where he then tossed the bins onto the music. Not to mention different pee and shit into the teach tracks (the closing week we noticed a mom preserve her little one over the tune even as he diarrhea-ed.) This blatant loss of respect for the surroundings and acceptance of littering has been obvious in every town we’ve visited to this point. It’s provoking to see the little regard many here keep for his or their land and use. I’m now not certain if it’s a loss of training or a general sense of indifference.

The Golden City of Jaisalmer

Upon arriving at the railway station we were accosted by way of dozens of men seeking to promote us rides into the city.  Since it’s off-season any enterprise during the day is a great day for them.  We bounce within the return of a jeep and pay 10rp ($zero.15) to get to the gate of the castle.  As we walk interior I start feeling nostalgic.  I begin recalling much stuff from the last time I become here (7 years in the past).  Our motel is known as the “Saffron Guest House” but I ought to ask humans where to Monsoon Palace is because the call was changed some time ago and that’s the handiest name people will don't forget.  I am taken to the building however it’s all locked up.  We analyze that the owner also runs some other, larger, guesthouse on the other facet of the fort.  We are shown to it and meet the owner.  He explains because it’s off-season the house has been locked up but he is ready to expose us to it.

The Fort of Jaisalmer

The huge majority of tourist centers, eating places, and populace live outdoor in the citadel.  However, being within the castle has a positive romantic allure and its quality taking walks across the curvy roads.  There is a Jain Temple within the center of the castle and a few shops that cater to tourists.  Leaving the citadel is crucial if you have a room within it as all through off-season there aren't too many dining options within the fort.

The Fort was constructed in the eleven-masses and has been rebuilt/restored normally.  Up till a decade in the past the fortress became not even considered secure to be inside since the infrastructure turned into so appreciably lacking.  It's apparent by the piles of stones, incomplete structures, and overcrowded alleys that the Jaisalmer Fortress isn't poorly maintained and the demand introduced with the aid of tourism is straining the delicate architecture.

There are several temples inside the fortress, the maximum famous being a Jain Temple.  Jainism is a very vintage and peaceful religion. It dates again to a cutting-edge of Lord Buddha, but to an outsider, Jain looks like a blend among Buddhism and Hinduism.  Jainism believes in harming no living being and the maximum holy of the Jain men don't put on clothing due to the fact even making clothing includes harming a plant.  It's not unusual for human beings inside the Jain faith to walk around barefoot and deliver a duster with them as to comb the floor in front of them so they will no longer by chance harm a computer virus.  Jain temples are ubiquitous within the Indian kingdom of Rajasthan.

The Jaisalmer City Of Rajasthan

Our first night time we enjoyed a sturdy beer on our private roof deck.  We opted to exit of the castle to the eating place “Gaji's Restaurant”, which is rated #1 out of 157 in Jaisalmer.  We will be capable of experience sundown at the same time as playing a breathtaking view of the citadel.  The eating place specializes in Korean meals, we’ll see about that.  Having simply lower back from Gaji's Restaurant and I actually have to say, WOW!  The meals are superb, the view simply as stunning!

Camel Safari

Our 2d day in Jaisalmer became spent relaxing and getting henna for Sylvie.  At 3pm we're to satisfy our tour agency and take a jeep into the wasteland wherein we are able to take a 1-day desolate tract camel safari.  The fees we have been quoted ranged frequently from 1,500 to one,900.  We were discovered one man inside the castle offering the safari for 1,000.  Having taken so many of those 'pre-deliberate' journeys earlier than we each are assured that every one of the journeys is identical.  We will tour for some hours into the dessert, forestall off at some prevent along the way, take a camel experience for several hours, get out and devour dinner on many of the sand dunes.  We'll revel in a night beneath the stars inside the open Thar Desert.  Tomorrow we opposite the course and get lower back into Jaisalmer earlier than midday wherein we are able to trap a bus to Jodhpur.

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idk if you've talked about it, probably have. but if you don't mind to again, ketamine injections for depression? did it work? was it expensive? how long did it work for? ty.

dang, i never got a notification for this message. sorry! ketamine absolutely worked for the management of my depression, it was very expensive, and i think i would have needed more for it to become a longer term solution. i may still go back in the future if my lifestyle changes, but for right now, i can’t justify the cost--which is an insane thing to say when what i’m paying for is freedom from hurting myself, but, ya know, CAPITALISM. 

the whole story is, i’ve been severely depressed my whole entire life; i don’t have any memories that don’t involve feeling morbidly upset, and i can remember things pretty sharply from the time i was slightly younger than 2.* i took ketamine recreationally some years ago when i was around 30 (i wasn’t adventurous about substances until i reached about that age), and i was totally astounded by how it affected my depression both during, and for weeks after the experience. it seemed to distance me from the oppressively immediacy of my bad feelings, giving me space to actually THINK about what was really bothering me, what kind of control i could have over how i assign importance and authority to things that don’t serve me, and what i might like my life to be like in the future. so, when i found out that there were ketamine clinics in new york, i kind of freaked out. actually, i found out about it from a guy who i met on an ayahuasca retreat upstate (which is its own hilariously mortifying story that i’ve been trying to write down for years and it keeps turning into a big unwieldy novel), who had been through the entire gamut of treatments for major depressive disorder. he liked his ketamine experience, but admitted that it was prohibitively expensive to keep up.

this is the place i went, and i recommend it to anyone who can afford it:

nyketamine.com

they say that they accept patients selectively, if you have treatment-resistant depression. i don’t know how strict they are about that, because by the time i came to them, i was looking pretty treatment-resistant. i’d been in and out of a few shrinks’ offices, and i’m basically incapable of taking any of the usual antidepressants because of how they affect other conditions i have. the process was, i filled out a request form on their website, and in a day or two, a clinician called to interview me over the phone about the character of my depression, and to gather some other anecdotal information about my history and health. the person i spoke to was very kind, attentive, and reassuring. the following day, someone called to set my first appointment. the whole reason i was able to do this is because of some inheritance that i received at the time; it’s $450 a session, and they suggest (or insist? i’m not sure) that you begin with a minimum of 6 sessions, each of them 2 days apart. after that, you just kind of monitor yourself to see when you think you need pickup sessions; the effect is cumulative and long term. i have no idea if they have any type of sliding scale accommodation, it could be worth asking.

when i went in for my first session, i had a brief interview with the head doctor, a navy veteran and anesthesiologist who had been working with ketamine in various capacities for 50 years. he explained a lot of things that i had no idea about, that were great to learn. periods of prolonged stress, especially while your brain is still developing, can result in a deficit of the neural pathways that you need to experience a full range of emotion; essentially, being chronically depressed and anxious can kind of give you brain damage. if you have that type of problem, it doesn’t matter what you do to try to boost your serotonin or dopamine or whatever; it’s like if you’re trying to get somewhere in your car and you can’t, not because you’re out of gas, but because the bridge is out. for some reason, ketamine switches back on the function that builds those pathways, so with regular therapeutic applications, you can actually heal the structural problem around your mood centers that’s reducing your emotional range to anxiety and depression. if you’re over 60 or so and your brain is less plastic, your chances of success aren’t as good as when you’re younger, but there’s always a chance; also, for some reason, ketamine plays especially well with estrogen, so women have a bit of a leg up. anyway, the doctor was great, and i really liked everyone there; it felt like they all knew they were doing something meaningful.

the sessions themselves are pleasant. they put you in a private room in a big cushy medical chair with a blanket and a pillow, and you let them know if you want the lights on or off. they give you an IV drip that lasts roughly an hour, and they communicate with you to figure out the dosage. you basically just tell them what feels comfortable, if the dosage they start you on is too low to notice. you won’t get something that puts you in a K hole, but you should enter a gentle dissociative state where you feel a little numb and floaty, and you might have a lot of interesting abstract thoughts. the worst part of it is just how bad you have to pee by the time the drip is done, when you’re still feeling a little anesthetized; sometimes i wound up looking at the bag with my flashlight to check if i had finished, and then i’d just press the call button to get them to come unplug me before i pissed my pants.

you’re not supposed to necessarily notice a difference right away, but you should detect a change in mood after a few weeks. i did. the way my disorder works is, most days i just have a low level background radiation of sadness and exhaustion, even on a “good day” when things are working out or i’m distracted by things i enjoy. when i wake up in the morning and realize i’m conscious and the time for sleep is over, my first feeling is disappointment, 100% of the time. then, i’d say roughly once a month or once every couple of months, i have a complete nervous collapse where i’m in so much pain i can’t really do anything but like drool and cry and let my eyes go out of focus, for anywhere from 1-7 days. there will usually be an apparent trigger; i’m a fairly dysfunctional person, and i frequently lose things, break things, and fuck things up even though i like STUDIED to do them, took it slow, asked for help, gave myself extra time, etc. but the thing is, i think the “trigger” is arbitrary, this is just a cyclic psychic event that builds up and waits to happen. but after my first battery of ketamine treatments, i had a particular day when i could tell that normally, i would quickly wind up curled up at the bottom of my bathtub scream-crying until i couldn’t move--and this time, i managed to just push through. not only did i not break down, but i actually got a number of difficult chores done, that i had put off because they seemed too intimidating, or like i wouldn’t be able to mentally handle my inevitable failure. i noticed more and more of that, while i was in proximity to the treatments, an ability to just buckle down and keep going. so it’s not like i felt HAPPIER or something, but i felt much more capable of coping, which was like a miracle honestly.

it’s been about 3.5 months since i last went in, and i think i could use a booster appointment, but as i said i just can’t fit it in with my financial reality right now. so, that sucks. but, i definitely feel that it was worth doing, and i would recommend it to anyone who can shoulder the cost. hopefully in the future, ketamine will become a much more common psychiatric treatment, and it will become available to more and more patients.

*A friend of mine just told me he read somewhere that you don’t actually recall memories from like 20 years ago, you just remember the last time you recalled them--so like, i THINK i remember my parents struggling to give me drops for pink eye in our first apartment when i was about 1.5 years old, but in reality, i just remember the last time i remembered it, or the earliest time i’m able to remember remembering it. pretty interesting! and kind of disturbing, like the idea that star trek-type teleporters don’t actually transport a person, they just DESTROY the original person and rebuild a new one on the other end, a thought that REALLY BOTHERS ME.

[freddiesaysalright]

Dancing With Ben Week 4

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic Country Night - Rumba

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

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A/N: Things are starting to heat up! And, they have two dances this week :)

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3

Week 4 here we go!!!

You straightened your stetson pulled your boots on tighter. Then you kicked open the door to the rehearsal studio. Ben took one look at you and burst out laughing. You donned the hat, a flannel shirt over your sports bra and leggings, and cowboy boots. You pointed finger guns at Ben.

“Saddle up, cowboy,” you said with a thick southern accent. “It’s country night.”

He leaned against the wall to hold himself up. He was wheezing with laughter now. 

“Oh my God,” he panted, wiping a tear from his eye. “You’re adorable.”

That took you aback. 

“Oh, no, am I going to have to dress like that?” he asked, bypassing the compliment and your blushing.

You shook your head as you removed your little costume. “Not for our dance. We’re actually slowing it down this week. We have a rumba.” 

You kicked off the cowboy boots to change into your sneakers.

“A rumba?” he questioned. “To a country song?”

“Country music can actually be great for ballroom,” you explained. “We’re dancing to the song Every Little Thing by Carly Pearce. Have you heard it?”

He shook his head. “I have absolutely no knowledge of country music.”

You smiled. “That’s alright. It’s really emotional and great for rumba.”

“Sounds good,” he replied. “I just didn’t want to dress up like a cowboy.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you corrected. “I said not for our dance. We’re doing a team dance too. For that one, I believe you will be dressed up, but I don’t know if the wardrobe is finalized.”

“A team dance?”

You nodded. “Yep! We’re working with a few other couples to put together a bigger number. Think you can handle it?” You nudged his arm. “Cowboy?”

He smirked. “As long as you’re my coach.”

You smiled at him as heat came over your cheeks.

“Before we get started though, let’s chat,” you said, shaking your head to clear it. 

You sat across from each other and quite naturally fell into helping each other stretch by clasping hands and gently pulling over your outstretched legs.

“So, bottom three,” you said. “That was...awful.”

“It really was,” he agreed. “I felt like we’d done so well, and we were on top of the leaderboard with our scores from the judges. I was shocked as well as scared.”

“Me too,” you said. “I’m not ready for this to be over.”

“Me neither,” he said. “So I’m going to work ever harder for you.”

You smiled. “For yourself, most importantly, okay?”

“Sure,” he said with a nod. 

You finished stretching together and then you started on breaking down the routine. The thing about the rumba is that it’s close quarters. And to tell the story you wanted to tell with the choreography, you would be in Ben’s arms through ninety percent of it. You were frequently pressed up against him when you weren’t doing a turn or a dip. At one point, he had to run a hand up your side, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the feeling. 

After the first day of rehearsal, you had the basics pretty much down, but you were feeling a little differently about Ben. You weren’t sure if he was feeling it too, but you certainly felt a sexual tension. But maybe that was just because it had been a while since you had gone to bed with someone. A ding from your phone drew you out of your thoughts. It was a text from Sharna.

A bunch of us are going out for drinks, you and Ben in?

“Hey,” you said to Ben. “Wanna get some drinks?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. 

“Oh! Uh, Sharna texted and said a few couples from the show are going. You wanna come?”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. 

“We don’t have to get changed or anything, we all usually just go straight from rehearsal,” you said when you noticed him glance down at his sweaty t-shirt and joggers. 

“Even better,” he said. 

You packed up from rehearsal and got into your car to head to the usual bar you and the other pros took the stars. It was a lowkey place that was open late and had cheap food. The drink specials weren’t half bad either. When you arrived, you saw Sharna, Witney, Lindsay, and Alan were already at a table with their partners. 

“Hey!” you greeted as you slid into a chair next to Witney. 

Ben took a seat on the other side of you, shaking hands with Alan and the other guys. 

“I’m gonna get something to drink,” you said to Ben. “You want anything?”

“Oh, I’ll get it,” he offered, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him. You were already on your feet.

“Ben, you do not have to dote on me, I’m not that kind of girl,” you said. “What do you want to drink?”

He wanted a beer. You squeezed his shoulder in confirmation, heading to the bar. You ordered a gin and tonic for yourself. You had to pee so you slid the bartender some cash and told him you’d pick up the drinks on your way back. He nodded and you went to the bathroom.

“So, what do you think of Y/N?” Alan asked Ben. 

Ben shifted in his seat. “She’s wonderful, really. I’m learning a lot from her.”

“Ben, this isn’t The View,” Lindsay said. “Come on, tell us what you really think.”

He chuckled. “Alright, I think she’s fucking amazing and I really, really love being around her. She’s just...literally the most fun person I’ve ever met. And so talented.”

“Alright, you don’t have to gush,” Sharna teased.

The bar was just dark enough that they didn’t see his ears turn pink with embarrassment. A few minutes later, you appeared, handing Ben his beer and resuming your seat, cocktail in hand. 

“What have you got?” he asked.

“Gin and tonic,” you replied. 

“I respect that,” he said. “Cheers, coach.”

You smiled at him and clinked glasses before taking a sip. You caught up with the other couples, some of whom would be on your team with you and Ben, so you talked a little about that dance. But mostly, you all forgot about the show for a while and just enjoyed hanging out. Lindsay was taking a boomerang when you suddenly felt exhausted. It was like you’d hit a wall and you could hardly keep your eyes open. 

You looked at your drink. It was about halfway gone, so you knew you weren’t drunk. But your mind was fuzzy and you were just so damn tired. You recognized the feeling from when it had happened to you in college. Your drink had been tampered with. It must have happened between the time the bartender finished the drinks and when you got them returning from the bathroom. You tried to scan the bar to see who might be looking intently at you, but you couldn’t focus. You automatically reached for Ben and held his forearm.

“Something’s wrong,” you said wearily. 

“What?” he returned. “What happened?”

“My drink,” you said. “I need to go home.”

“What’s going on?” Witney asked as she noticed the situation. All eyes were suddenly on you and Ben.

“I think she’s been roofied,” Ben said, concern dripping in his tone. 

“Ben...I’m so tired,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do any of you know where she lives?” he asked, looking around at them. 

“I do,” said Sharna. “We can go in my car.”

At this point you were slumped completely against Ben, unable to even lift your head. Whatever was dropped in your drink must have been powerful, or whoever had done it didn’t know what they were doing and put in too much. He scooped you into his arms, already knowing that you couldn’t walk. 

 Carefully, he carried you and placed you in the back seat of Sharna’s car. You were just barely aware of him climbing in with you, placing your head in his lap. You groaned, just wanting everything to be clear again. Also, you could feel Ben’s leg you weren’t resting on bouncing. 

“I can’t believe this happened,” he said, glowering out the window. 

“Luckily, she felt it coming on,” Sharna remarked, focusing on the road. “And we were all there. God, that sucks, that’s usually a pretty safe place to go.”

“Ben,” you muttered. “Still, please.”

His leg slowed and stopped. “Sorry.”

“S’okay.”

Sharna pulled up to your apartment. She went in with you because she knew your code to get in the gate. As you entered your unit, Ben placed you on the counter, sitting up, but just barely.

“Can you get a glass of water?” he asked Sharna. “I’m afraid to let go of her.”

“Sure,” she said, and grabbed you a cup before retrieving your pitcher from the fridge and filling the cup about half way. 

She handed it to Ben, who brought it to your lips. You were pretty thirsty, so you took a small sip, but you couldn’t hold the cup. Sharna thought quickly and grabbed a straw. You thanked her, slurring your words, before wrapping your lips around the straw and drinking deeply. She watched Ben closely, noticing his clenched jaw and tense muscles.

“Alan just texted,” Sharna said. “They figured out who was doing it because he apparently tried to do the same thing to Lindsay. The bartender called police, and all the girls got fresh drinks.”

“You can head back to the bar if you want,” Ben told her. “I’m gonna make sure she gets to bed. Then I’ll call an Uber to get back to my hotel.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t mind driving you. And you could always come back to the bar with us.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “I wouldn’t be much fun now anyway.”

“Alright,” she said. “Goodnight, Ben. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“G’night, Sharna,” you returned sloppily. 

She left, the door closing softly behind her. Ben sighed as he lifted you off the counter, heading for your bedroom. It wasn’t like what he expected. The bed was unmade and clothes were strewn about the floor. He had to swallow hard when he saw a pretty pink thong off to one side. Ignoring that, he placed you on your bed, pulling the covers around you.

“Ben,” you said. “Don’t go.”

“I - I can’t stay, Y/N,” he said, though he hated that he said it. 

“I don’t want you to fuck me,” you said, reaching out for him. “Just have a sleepover. Just sleep. Please.”

He sighed. Then he walked around the bed to the other side and got in beside you. You smiled and scooted closer, folding your body into his. 

“Hold me,” you requested.

He draped his arm around you. You snuggled even closer. He chuckled and you felt his breath on your neck. 

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he whispered.

“S’fine,” you said. “I’m with you, after all.”

You didn’t even hear him gasp before you were out for the night. 

You woke in the morning to a dull ache behind your eyes. You squeezed them shut for some relief before opening them again. That was when you registered the feeling of an arm around your waist. But you knew that arm. Without looking, you knew it was Ben. You vaguely remembered the previous night. You remembered asking Ben to take you home, but you had no idea how he’d gotten you here or what he was doing sleeping beside you. 

Rolling over to face him, all the breath escaped from your lungs. He looked so beautiful in the low morning light. He looked like a statue of some Greek god. Your fingers went to his face of their own accord, tracing lines across his cheek to be sure he was still flesh and blood - and your dear friend. 

The urge to kiss him was almost overwhelming. Your thumb grazed his bottom lip. That was when his eyes fluttered open, revealing their green depths to you. He smiled. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” you told him. “Bit of a headache, but that’s all.”

“Good.”

A beat passed.

“This doesn’t feel weird,” you noticed. You were still close together. “Why doesn’t this feel weird?”

“Because we’re friends?” he guessed. “I’m glad it’s not weird. I would have felt terrible leaving you by yourself.”

“Did I ask you to stay?”

He nodded. 

“Well, thank you for doing all that,” you said. “It’s very sweet of you.”

“It would be sweeter if I didn’t have to do those things,” he replied. “At least, not in that context.”

“In a perfect world…” you said with a sigh. 

He drew you in closer and pressed his lips to your forehead. Your eyes fell closed at the contact.

“As it is, I’m glad I was there,” he said. 

“Me too,” you said.

He held you for another moment before pulling away.

“So, we need to get your car and head to rehearsal, don’t we?” he said.

You smiled and nodded.

You took an Uber to the bar to retrieve your car. Then you drove Ben to his hotel so he could change into fresh clothes. His hotel room was surprisingly neat, and it made you feel just a little insecure at what your room must have looked like to him. But, he didn’t seem to be judging you for it. 

You were a little late to rehearsal that morning, but you did not care in the least. Ben was already doing well with the dance, so you didn’t feel like he was missing out, either. When you walked in, you saw Sharna out in the hall.

“Hey!” she cried. “How are you?”

“Fine, really,” you assured her. 

“Good,” she replied. She looked over at Ben. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

“It was nothing,” he said with a shrug.

“It really wasn’t,” she insisted. “But we wanted to start rehearsal for the team dance today, if that works for you guys? So, we’ll spend the morning on individual routines and then the afternoon on the team dance?”

You looked at Ben. “Works for us, right?”

“Whatever you say, coach.”

You grinned. “Alright, we’ll see you after lunch.”

“Great!” she said, and then jogged down the hall to her studio.

“Let’s get started,” you said, entering your studio with Ben.

You worked all morning on the rumba. After the previous night, being so close to Ben was not as jarring, although some moves still made your heart stutter. In the afternoon, you met up with the rest of your team to start choreographing the team dance. You had the Dolly Parton song “9 to 5” so you knew this was going to be a lot of fun.

Ben watched you work with the other pros, solidifying moves. The way your face screwed up in concentration or your brow furrowed when one of the others was explaining an idea to you. The way you smiled when you understood and then copied the move perfectly. His heart swelled with pride watching you.

You were working out a certain step with Keo when Sharna approached Ben.

“Hey,” she said quietly so the others wouldn’t hear. “Did you stay at Y/N’s last night?”

His eyes went wide. “Yeah, but nothing happened, I promise.”

“Relax, I’m not accusing you of anything,” she assured him. “I was just wondering. It seems like something has shifted between you. But in a good way.”

It was a good thing she was called away to the other dancers at that moment because Ben had no idea how to answer her. He was grateful when the real rehearsal started so he could take his mind off Sharna’s words.

Before you knew it, it was show time again. You were more on edge because of being in danger the previous week, so you hoped the votes from Disney night helped you through to the next week. Ben noticed your nerves, so he placed his hands on either side of your face.

“Take it easy, darling,” he said, kissing your forehead again. “We’re gonna crush it.”

You nodded and took a deep breath.

When it was your turn and  the music began, it was like everything else disappeared. It was just you and Ben in the ballroom.

You moved through the routine on muscle memory. You were focused on Ben. Each step, each count, came as naturally as breathing as you moved together. The dance flowed like a river. Smooth and beautiful.

When it was over, you and Ben took a moment before returning to the ballroom and reality. The audience had hesitated a little in clapping for you, but they were enthusiastic as you made your way to the judges’ desk. You couldn’t stop smiling.

Tom asked Carrie Ann what she thought and she blinked a few times before answering.

“I felt like...I was intruding on something private,” she said, laughing at the end. “Ben, that was beautiful. I think what I was most impressed with, and what I’ve seen consistently from you is that we as viewers can’t tell that Y/N is backleading. You are either truly leading her or really making it look like you are. Either way, the dancing is incredible, and this partnership is something special.”

“Thank you so much,” Ben replied.

Tom turned it over to Len.

“That was a real rumba,” Len said with a smile. “It had everything, and you looked very good, Ben. I agree with Carrie Ann, you looked like a leading man, which allows Y/N to do her job properly within the dance. It was flowing, it was romantic, and I really enjoyed it.”

You both thanked him.

Bruno jumped out of his seat. “That was a stunning dance, my boy!” he cried with his usual theatrics. “The rumba is difficult for a man, too. But you made her look beautiful, which is your job in that dance. You were solid and stong, but soft and sensual as well. I loved it, and I must say, you two have some of the best chemistry we’ve ever seen on this show!”

You and Ben looked at each other and blushed a little, but thankfully, Tom insisted on getting the scores. Carrie Ann scored you a ten. You and Ben hugged each other. Len also scored you a ten, and you squeaked with excitement. Then, Bruno also scored you a ten. You screamed with delight and jumped into Ben’s arms. He laughed and spun you around.

“We did it!” you cried. 

All the could do was hug you.

“Wow!” cried Tom. “Ben and Y/N with the first perfect score of the season! And on week four!” He walked over and held his microphone out to Ben. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh,” he sighed. “Amazing. We’ve been working so hard and it’s paying off, and I couldn’t be happier sharing this with Y/N.”

You beamed.

During the commercial break, you got changed for the team dance. When you turned around to leave the dressing room, you saw Ben, dressed in his flannel, jeans, and cowboy boots. Only now he had a hat to go with it. You laughed.

“Oh my God!” you giggled. “You look amazing.”

He chuckled. “The hat’s Alan’s but I wanted to make you laugh.”

“Mission accomplished,” you replied. 

His eyes flickered to your legs in the Daisy Duke shorts you had on for this one. He was trying to hide it, but they drove him a little wild. Paired with the cropped flannel with the little white bra peeking out, he was having a difficult time not looking at you. 

“How do I look?” you asked, twirling. “You like it better than the dress?”

You wore a flowy gown for the rumba, which he also had a hard time not staring at you in. Although lately, he had a hard time not staring at you in any context.

“You look incredible,” he said. “As always.”

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile.

You performed the team dance and you had to admit it was a lot of fun. Ben really didn’t know anything about country music or that culture, but he had learned so quickly and you liked his openness. How ready he was to try something. How badly he wanted to win this.

Afterward, the judges scored the team dance and you all earned nines. You high fived each other in celebration. After that, it was sadly time for another elimination. It was a bit of a whirlwind to come off a high like that and then be forced into nerves again as you waited for the results.

Ben wrapped you in his arms and you buried your face in his chest as you waited. Luckily, tonight, your names were called first.

“Ben and Y/N,” said Tom. “You two are...safe to dance next week!”

You laughed together and held each other tightly. Relief washed over you. You barely heard as the other couples’ names were called. Finally, it was Lindsay and her partner who were leaving that night. You and Ben walked over to say goodbye. 

“Don’t forget to join us next week!” Tom said to camera as he closed out the show. “Our stars dance for our Halloween spook-tacular!”

[kylorenpunk]

Payback is a bitch. Do them all.

“itAy thanks for curing my evening boredom

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

     I think it was my friend Elli during a service project or my friend when we went to the movies (we occasionally pretend we’re a couple when we go to the movies lmao) 

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

    Shy. It was super hard to make friends during grade school. But if you put me with the right people I can be outgoing. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

     My friend group tomorrow. I think we’re playing smash again? 4. Are you easy to get along with?

     I think so? I have no idea tbh. I know I was a bitch when I was younger though. Hopefully I don’t put off those vibes now 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

     The only time we interacted I was drunk so no lol. 6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

     Tattooed, nerdy vibes, can make me laugh, nice eyes, idk I just like guys ok7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

     HA. Nope. 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

     Romantically? or friendship? Also bold of you to assume whoever does these are straight. To answer, my friends who are all homies. 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

     Depends on the subject. I am always down to make sex jokes but don’t fucking tell me the shit you did with your SO the other night.10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

      I’m always down for deep convos tbh so I do this frequently. I think the last full length deep convo I had was with Jessica though? 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

      “LMAO” to Joey bc I rick rolled his ass. Bitch apparently I’m always texting you?   12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

       According to spotify it’s: Alexander HamiltonGoodbye Yellow Brick Road (Sara Bareilles’ cover) When I Was Your Man (Aaron Tveit’s cover) The Greatest Show The number one song is one I don’t listen to any more so I’ll replace that with the song I’m listening to “How Far I’ll Go” 

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

      God yes. That’s the BEST feeling. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

      Not really miracles. But I do believe in luck in a sense 15. What good thing happened this summer?

      My birthday. Going to Chicago. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

      Sure I’ll kiss my mirror again. Sorry y’all I don’t kiss and tell.17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

      Absolutely.18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

      I have had so many I don’t remember my first crush. And I know for a fact I didn’t start talking to crushes till the middle of high school19. Do you like bubble baths?

      No I hate baths. I think it’s gross. 20. Do you like your neighbors?

      I like their dogs. Especially the beautiful pit I get to dog sit 21. What are you bad habits?

      I get very nervous very easily. I’m unsure of myself. I’m also messy.22. Where would you like to travel?

      New York and Europe 23. Do you have trust issues?

      Who doesn’t? 24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

      When I go to sleep.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

      My stomach. 26. What do you do when you wake up?

      Check my phone. It’s really bad. 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

      Neither. I like my skin color even though I’m pale as fuck. 28. Who are you most comfortable around?

      I’ll have to say my friends Yara and Josephine. Love all my other friends and no offense to y’all I’m just really self conscious 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

      LMAO one basically did the other day. At least he regrets how he treated me. That’s some tea. 30. Do you ever want to get married?

      Hell yeah. Am I currently ready for it? Hell naw. 31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

     She’s too long. I really want to cut her but that costs money. 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

      Chris Hemsworth and Anne Hathaway. Or Vanessa Hudgens33. Spell your name with your chin.

      done. That was strange? 34. Do you play sports? What sports?

      I did soccer for one season when I was 6. I spent most of the time playing with my hair. That was the end of my athletic career. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

      TV bc we have netflix and hulu 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

      Tons of times. It’s my brand. 37. What do you say during awkward silences?

      I’ve been doing shitty mouth pops recently. I also start rambling about my day.38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

      Someone that puts up with my bullshit 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

      TJ Maxx. Ulta. Target. I don’t shop often. 40. What do you want to do after high school?

      I’m outta that shit hole. Have been for 5 yrs. 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

      Of course. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

      I’m listening fully and don’t really have anything to contribute yet. 43. Do you smile at strangers?

      Working at a hotel has forced me to. I hate it. 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

      SPACE MOTHERFUCKERS - the ocean freaks me out45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

      Needing to pee, hunger or work 46. What are you paranoid about?

      EVERYTHING. Mainly the future tho 47. Have you ever been high?

      Nah. Not opposed to it though. 48. Have you ever been drunk?

      Yep. I get really touchy. It’s weird. 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

      Stalk people’s social medias? 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

      Grey 51. Ever wished you were someone else?

      I wish I was Vanessa Hudgens. 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

      I won’t write it here 53. Favourite makeup brand?

      NYX. Cheap and good. 54. Favourite store?

      Target 55. Favourite blog?

      My own. 56. Favourite colour?

      Pink or Green. Depends on the day.57. Favourite food? 

      Anything with pasta or rice 58. Last thing you ate?

      pasta 59. First thing you ate this morning?

      beef jerkey. I have weird cravings60. Ever won a competition? For what?

      For being the world’s most emotional bitch 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

      Hell no. Stay in school kids. 62. Been arrested? For what?

      Nope.63. Ever been in love? 

      Yep. Still don’t kiss and tell. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

      I know I just said I don’t kiss and tell but this isn’t talking about the person. Wet. Gross. Sloppy as fuck. They were shit at kissing. 65. Are you hungry right now?

      Nah. 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

      I have one tumblr friend. He’s a pal. 67. Facebook or Twitter?

      Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr?

      Twitter. I’ll make one for this blog soon. 69. Are you watching tv right now?

      No I’m listening to Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson. 70. Names of your bestfriends? 

      Kim, Michelle, Jessica71. Craving something? What?

      Nothing. 72. What colour are your towels?

      Pink and green72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

      It used to be two until I got a new giant pillow this week. 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

      I have them. I don’t sleep with them. 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

      Four. I just counted. 75. Favourite animal?

      Meerkats 76. What colour is your underwear?

      Pink. 77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

      Vanilla 78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

      Strawberry79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

      Grey and pink 80. What colour pants?

      Dark grey and green - I’m in house clothes I don’t match 81. Favourite tv show?

      Jane the Virgin 82. Favourite movie?

      Hairspray 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

      Mean Girls. The second one was trash 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

      Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

      SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

      Bruce87. First person you talked to today?

      Joey?88. Last person you talked to today?

      Joey. What the hell. 89. Name a person you hate?

      Hm they don’t need their name here90. Name a person you love?

      My brother91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

      Someone from work 92. In a fight with someone?

      Nah I don’t deal with that bs 93. How many sweatpants do you have?

      None. I do leggings tho ( I think I have 7 or 8)94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

      2 hoodies 95. Last movie you watched?

      The Green Book96. Favourite actress?

      Anne Hathaway? 97. Favourite actor?

      Mark Hamill 98. Do you tan a lot?

      I burn a lot. I’m pale99. Have any pets?

       No 100. How are you feeling?

        Alright. Kinda pumped bc my fav cover of Come Together came on (from the Justice League movie)101. Do you type fast?

        Yes but this is still taking me a while to get through 102. Do you regret anything from your past?

        Hell yeah. No tea is being spilled tho103. Can you spell well?

        If I have a pen and paper I’m decent. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

        I miss some ppl yeah. Adulting sucks bc you can’t see everyone all the time105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

        Lol that was the only rebellious thing I would do in high school 106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

        Not that I know of? 107. Have you ever been on a horse?

        Yes I love horseback riding 108. What should you be doing?

        Studying for the GRE109. Is something irritating you right now?

        Boring drama stuff. I won’t go into details. I’ll get over it. 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

        Everyone has. 111. Do you have trust issues?

        Sis you already asked this. Yes. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

        My mom? I was crying bc I could fit into old shirts 113. What was your childhood nickname?

        Family calls me Kari. Friends call me Rina114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

        Yep. Last month. 115. Do you play the Wii?

        We play Netflix on the wii116. Are you listening to music right now?

        “I am Woman” by Jordan Sparks 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

        Only from a can. I hate soup. 118. Do you like Chinese food?

        Fuck me up with crab rangoons 119. Favourite book?

        Eragon120. Are you afraid of the dark?

        I don’t like not being able to see. So sure. 121. Are you mean?

        I’m a dick to those I care about. Sorry. 122. Is cheating ever okay?

        Absolutely not. Dump their ass. 123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

        Nope. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

        I believe in infatuation at first sight125. Do you believe in true love?

         Not sure 126. Are you currently bored?

        I was till I started this 127. What makes you happy?

        anime, superheros, nerdy shit, music and makeup 128. Would you change your name?

        No. I used to want to as a child. 129. What your zodiac sign?

        Cancer. 130. Do you like subway?

        No. It’s gross. 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

        Politely decline132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

        Already answered. 133. Favourite lyrics right now?

        “Yoko Ono, she got that Yoko OnoYou know that shit that made John Lennon go soloKnow that shit gotta be lethalIf that pussy broke up The Beatles” - Jay Z

Murder by Justin Timberlake (Featuring Jay Z)134. Can you count to one million?

        I could. I don’t want to though.135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

        Not sure. 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

        Closed. 137. How tall are you?

        Five foot. Three inches. 138. Curly or Straight hair?

        My hair is wavy. I like both.139. Brunette or Blonde?

        I’m a brunette140. Summer or Winter?

        summer141. Night or Day?

        day 142. Favourite month?

        october143. Are you a vegetarian?

        nope but i’ve considered. 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

        dark chocolate. I’m old. 145. Tea or Coffee?

        tea - coffee gives me the shits 146. Was today a good day?

        It was decent. 147. Mars or Snickers?

        Mars148. What’s your favourite quote?

        “It’s not who we are underneath, it’s what we do that defines us.” - Batman Begins 149. Do you believe in ghosts?

        Yes and No150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou)

         GRE prep book “Directions:” It said more but my fingers hurt from typing all day. 

[ezilyamuzed]

There’s no place like home -Part One

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester's world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place between  13.17 and 13.18.

Warnings: language, blood, and mentions of death. POV may switch after certain sections. 

A/N: I am new at posting these online, so please be patient. Do not mistake my lack of experience for ignorance if I do not quite get it yet. Sorry for any grammatical errors. This is part one of a series that has been in the works while watching the episodes unfold. Thanks for taking the time to read! Comments are always appreciated.

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It had been three weeks since your mother's death when you started to pack your things into the standard boring cardboard boxes. A new life. A new start. That is what you needed. You looked at the pictures as you wrapped them gently in the newspaper while putting them away in the boxes. You smiled when you looked at pictures of her and you, when everything was perfect. Your white picket fence life that you had taken for granted all those years when trying to rebel against her warnings. Monsters were real, and you could see them. “Why would a sane person go towards the darkness when there was no light to be found on the other side?” was always the question she asked during arguments. You never quite had the answer, but always tried to defend yourself by saying because you could, you should. Your eyes start to welt up when you hold the mahogany frame that used to sit by your mother's bed all your life. It was a simple picture of a countryside that your grandfather took when she was a young girl with his scribbled writing at the bottom- “There's no place like home”. Kansas. You were headed to Kansas. 

"I'm going home, mom,” you whispered to yourself as you gently wrapped the frame and placed it into a box. The tears pushing through until one falls slowly down your cheek. You sighed as you dried your eyes to continue with the exhaustive task of packing away your life.

It had not been an easy decision. Your career was just taking off when you became an associate professor at the local university only two years ago in parapsychology. Most of your colleagues criticized it was not an actual field of study that was credible. Research on the paranormal was a waste of funding they would say. Of course, they didn't know what was really out there. You knew what hid in the darkness. You could see them. You faced most of them before. Hell, you even became associates with some of them. There was also nothing real holding you back here anymore besides your work. No boyfriend, no family, and only a handful of people that you would consider friends. You were too different for anyone to understand, so allowing yourself to not become attached to others was just easier. There was also the fact that with what you did in your spare time could possibly lead others to harm. Keeping others safe was your responsibility that you held to the highest priority. Keeping others away meant keeping them safe. No one gets hurt.

Your mom was relieved when you had told her that you wanted to be a psychologist to help people in a different way. She wasn’t too thrilled when you told her what field specifically you were going into. She considered it potential for stepping back into the darkness which you would inevitably be consumed in. At least you were trying to have a normal life, well, as normal as it could be. You had found a way to teach about the supernatural, without bluntly screaming that they were not in fact myths and legends. Your mother had always wanted more for you, but to you this was as good as it was ever going to get. Using your skills to help others by any means necessary. The more knowledge you could give to others could potentially save them when they were faced with the real dangers in the world.  

Everything for you changed three weeks ago when that night happened. The night that led to you saying goodbye to the life you knew. Your mother laying on her bed, tired from fighting the cancer. You knew it was bound to happen, but she was so brave during it all that you didn't expect it to happen so soon. That night she handed you a photograph and finally told you the truth. Your father was Robert Singer of Sioux Falls, not the man that you had known throughout most of your life. The man who taught you everything about cars, how to shoot and how to fight. He had no idea that you would use the skills he taught you when you started looking for supernatural trouble. He had meant it to be a skill that provided comfort since you had believed that you were seeing monsters everywhere you turned. He never really believed you, but why would he? He just happened to show up when you were too young to remember and left too soon in a car accident when you were just 17. Not your real dad, just someone who filled the position. Your real dad? It was a man that your mother had known through her travels when she was young. A relationship that was but couldn’t be for some reason that she would not disclose during her last moments. All you could do after was stare at it and wonder who he was as the sound of your mother’s last breath rang in your ears and she was gone. 

It had only been a second since you had seen her light fade out that another light entered the room. Not really a light though, more of just a solemn darkness that surrounded a beautiful women with ebony skin. Her eyes filled with compassion as she took your mother’s hand, and there she rose in front of you. Her light. Her perfect light. She smiled at you and said “Find him. Goodbye sweetheart.” With that they were gone, and you were alone in the world.

While packing everything away to your new life you could not shake her last words to find him and the curiosity grew inside of you. This Robert Singer. Was he like you? Did he know what goes bump in the night? Did he also have the pushing inside of him to help others? The decision was made, you had to meet him. You had to know about him. You made the plan, on your way to your new start you were going to find him. The only questions then were how and what would you do once you found him?

The car ride was exhausting while riding for the last almost 18 hours. Stopping only really to pee and grab something greasy from a random fast food restaurant. You had to be at your new job in a week at another University for a meet and greet, which you were not looking forward to. The detour was going to put you into a little bit of a time crunch since you didn’t know exactly how you were going to find him and what would happen after. Construction stops had been irritating but this was the norm at the end of spring. The warm sun and cool breeze through most of your journey provided comfort that while things were changing for you, the world remained the same.

 At least you had your baby to get you to your destination. Your dark purple, almost black, '69 Chevy Camaro that your dad gave you for your 16th birthday. Well, the dad you knew. He even taught you the ins and outs so that you would never be stranded or swindled by the sexist mechanics. You always made sure that during the little spare time that you had that she was clean and running pristine. She was yours to take care of, and she took care of you all these years later. No matter what, she was home for you.

It was about 6 o'clock when you arrived in Sioux Falls Sunday night. Feeling the exhaustion take over you stopped by the nearest hotel that didn't seem like it was the home of "by the hour specials". Hotels aren't the cleanest in the first place, but why subject yourself to God knows what? It was also probably safer since you were a single girl traveling across the country alone. You really didn’t want to have to worry about having to deal with creeps loitering the security lacking grungy hotels.  You checked with the overly friendly concierge for three nights. "God I hope everyone here isn't like this," you thought. Getting to your room using the little magnetic card, you see that it is a simple set up. A bed, a bathroom, and some odd ended furniture. Just what you needed. You laid down hard on the bed and let your consciousness fade away.

When you awoke you saw that it was 10 am the next day. You definitely needed that extra-long sleep to catch yourself up and be mentally prepared for whatever came next. Today was the day. You were going to find your real dad. Unfortunately, all you found on him was a mention of an old scrap yard he owned in an almost 10 year old online article.  Apparently your mom had a type: greasy mechanics. There was no phone number and it had looked like the area where it had stood was vacant now. The only other logical thing you decided to do was to head to the local sheriff’s department to see if anyone there knew him or at least of him and where he might be.

Walking into the sheriff’s department a few hours later seemed oddly familiar to you. Of course, as a teenager, may have been in one or two times overnight. You found yourself in custody frequently trying not to give away the real reason why you were in unusual places as you were interrogated by the unknowing officers. If they only knew. It helped that your mom was a well-respected history professor at the University that always would come up with a convincing reason for you being in the middle of some unbelievable situations so they would drop it and let you walk. Of course after there would always be an argument between you and your mother in how you should leave it alone. The constant battle that no one ever won.  

"Excuse me, I am looking for information about a person who is or at least was a resident here. Named Robert Singer,” you said shyly to the uniformed man sitting behind a desk staring at an ancient computer screen.

He looked up at you and blinked rapidly before responding. "Bobby Singer? I haven't heard that name in years. What do you want with that old drunk?”

"I guess, well... he is my father," you managed to mumble out to him. Great, an old drunk. Just what you needed in your life. You did always wonder where your capability to hold copious amounts of alcohol came from since your mother never indulged in anything but a glass of wine at functions.

There was a look of shock in the man's eyes as he processed what you had just said, which did not make you feel comforted given your present situation. Great. Judgement. In any other circumstance you would call him out, but in this case you needed whatever he was able to give you, so better not to piss off the locals.

"Wait here, let me get the boss lady," he said as he got up and hurried off to some back offices.

Looking around to an empty waiting area you felt the anger toward yourself arise. "What the hell am I doing?" you said out loud to yourself. You didn't even notice that he had returned with a middle aged women whom was also in uniform.

"You are looking for Bobby Singer?" she said while staring you down and a raised eyebrow. Definitely the authority in up in these neck of the woods.

"Um, yes. I know it was a long shot, but I've recently discovered he could be or is… I guess my father? If there is anything you can tell me I would appreciate it,” you said managing to mumble the entire speech that you had been mentally preparing for days.

Her mouth dropped slightly while her eyes looked like she was staring down a ghost as she spoke up again. "Bobby is dead sweetheart. For a good almost six years."

Your heart sank at her words. All this way to be left with nothing. You mumbled “okay” as you quickly started to turn around, but the female officer spoke up again with empathy in her voice. "Honey, I know this isn't what you wanted or expected, but I think I know some people you might want to talk to."

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“What the hell Sam! It’s not like we don’t have you know the end of the world to think about right now that we get called because someone is claiming to be Bobby’s kid?” Dean yelled while gripping the wheel of baby tightly and speeding down the highway.

“Dude, I know this is not the perfect time, but how cool is this? Bobby actually has someone out there that was his family.” Sam said while watching his brother’s face turn grim.

“We are Bobby’s family,” Dean grunted while focusing his eyes on the road ahead.

“I know that,” Sam sighed, “I’m sure that nothing will really come of this. We can give her a little insight into who he was to give her closure. We can go back to saving the world again tomorrow, Dean.”

“Who the hell is this chick anyways? Someone looking to hit up pops for money that isn’t there?” Dean said as he noted the mile marker sign on the side of the road.

“From what Jody told me she is a doctor of some sort, so no Dean, I don’t think that she is really concerned with making a couple of bucks,” Sam laughed while resting his arm on the rolled down window of baby.

“Well I don’t want any weird shit to happen like when Dad’s fake son showed up. You better be ready to give her the tests to make sure she’s actually a human and not some monster trying to get close to us through Bobby. Don’t wimp out because she might have a pretty face,” Dean said with a scowl returning his eyes to the road ahead.

“Of course Dean, but discreetly. We don’t want to traumatize the girl.”

Sam looked out the window of the impala. About two more hours and they were going to meet this mystery girl who possibly shared DNA with the man they considered to be like a father. Sam couldn’t help but to smile at the image of a female Bobby, tough and loudmouthed. This was going to be interesting. Even if Dean was suspicious and annoyed about the whole thing, Sam couldn’t help but to be excited about this new encounter. To him it felt like they were about to meet the sister they never had.

Two hours later they arrived at the coffee house that Jody suggested. One pm on the dot. A nice neutral public space. Jody would be in there with her so they didn’t have to guess at who was Bobby’s mystery daughter, although both boys had their own images. Dean parked next to an old Camaro, mumbling something about a cool car but stupid color. Sam wasn’t really paying attention, he was so curious and excited that he took bigger steps than usual to get to the shop door. Dean trailed behind with a slower pace, double checking the items he might need. Silver charm that would pose as being an heirloom of Bobby’s, a flask of holy water, silver blade, and of course his pearl handled gun that had witch killing bullets in the chamber, just in case.

When Sam walked in first he looked around and spotted the smiling Jody raising her hand to get his attention. Dean saw Jody right away as he cased out the place quickly. That’s when they saw her. The mystery girl. Definitely did not get her looks from Bobby. Petite, young girl with Y/H/C hair in a tight bun, porcelain skin, and wearing a simple spring dress with a sweater overtop of it.

“She looks like my freaking third grade teacher, a stuck up bitch,” Dean semi-whispered to Sammy while still standing by the door.

Sam just ignored him and walked up toward the table, Dean, right behind him. Jody got up and hugged him tightly whispering to him, “passed the tests”. She pulled away and gave him a wink. She then embraced Dean whom was very tense under her grip while glaring at the petite girl at the table. Sam assumed she also told him about her passing the tests during their awkward embrace, but it didn’t look like he believed her. They all sat down uncomfortably around the table. The sounds of the other patrons hid the fact that everyone was silent and staring at her, while she shifted her eyes away from their inquisitive faces.  Jody was the first one to break the ice.

“Boys, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Jody Mills was the sheriff in this town, who poised herself as though while she was the authority she was also empathetic to people’s situations. She had a demeanor in her behaviors and speech that reminded you of one of your high school acquaintances aunts that you had briefly met one time. She had only told you some of the basics about the men she was calling for you to meet. Sam and Dean. They had worked with your father Bobby for years and were like family to him. She also explained that she considered them as family as well because they were always willing to help her out during tough times. You didn’t really know what to expect from that little bit of information, but the fact that they were rushing to meet you made you suspect that they were just as curious as you. She also told you that your father, Bobby, was a brave and caring man that she had the pleasure of knowing for many years. Your eyebrows raised as she talked about him, making you think that there had been something way more than a civilian/sheriff relationship. You didn’t want to push it if there was because you were sure that your appearance here and now would probably bring up some emotions she probably wouldn’t want to deal with again, at least not in front of you judging by her all business demeanor as she said it.

You didn’t know what to wear as you prepared in your hotel room the morning after she called these mysterious men and informed them of your surprising news, Bobby had a kid. Your moms advice ringing in your head as you shifted through the clothes in your luggage about how first impressions being sometimes the only. You decided on a simple dress and cardigan that you had put in your suitcase as a just in case, since most of your stuff was in a moving truck on its way to Kansas. You applied makeup, but kept it very natural only adding a hint of rouge to your checks. Your long Y/H/C hair neatly put into a bun out of your face. You decided to cover up the tattoo on your wrist with a watch to look as professional as possible, you didn’t know how judgmental these men could be of one’s appearance and honestly for you to get answers form them you had to make them like you. You should have been used to dressing like this every day because of your career, but after all these years you still weren’t. You would rather be wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and your converse sneakers that made it easy to move quickly when needed. Comfort and function was what you preferred over fashionable any day.

You met Jody at the coffee shop that was only about a mile away from your hotel. You saw her inside and sat down after a simple greeting. She was in regular street clothes, jeans and a light blue plaid flannel shirt, which portrayed that she wanted you to feel comfortable. She told you that the boys would be getting here shortly as she had just talked to them on the phone. You ordered coffee while wishing that it was something stronger. How were you going to do this? There was no script for, “Hey I didn’t know my dad, tell me about him”. 

You saw the door to the entrance of the coffee shop open and noticed Jody starting to move next to you. A giant of a man walked in that looked like Roman god with almost shoulder length brown hair. Following him was tad shorter, but equally as handsome man with a shorter light brown almost blonde styled hair. These two looked like they belonged on the runway. Well maybe for a place like Field and Stream by their outfits composed of flannel, denim, and working boots. They were definitely not the old greasy men that you expected.

The tall one had a smile on his face as he was greeted by Jody and embraced her in such a way that it reminded you of when you would hug your mother. The shorter one looked like he was ready to kill something as his emerald green eyes glared to your face. The lights surrounding them was something that you had not quite seen before. They were dimmer than a usual person. These two had seen some shit in their lives... but what? You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, staring at your coffee cup until you heard Jody introduce you as doctor.

“Just Y/N is fine,” you said with a tight lipped smile directed at the two men while they both shifted in their seats on the opposite side of you at the table.

The taller one spoke up next saying that he was Sam, and the other guy was his brother Dean. Sam sat toward the edge of his seat waiting for you to respond, while Dean slouched back within his chair with his arms crossed against his chest. 

“It’s nice to meet you both” you said politely while holding your coffee cup to keep you calm. The butterflies in your stomach felt like you could be taken away in the breeze at any second.

“Doctor huh?” Dean said while staring intently into your eyes. His green eyes were mesmerizing, but also held mystery behind them. They were pulling you into a trance but you were able to finally pull away and speak.

“Um yes, psychologist.”

“So you do what? Try to read people’s minds and screw with their brains?” Dean said rudely while still holding his stare at you.

Ugh! How close-minded was this jerk? Why do people assume stupid stuff when they hear psychologist. You gave him a little smile and politely responded, “No, nothing like that,” while looking down to your coffee cup again. You didn’t realize until immediately after that you mumbled out what you were really thinking, “Idjit”.

“What was that?” Dean said ferociously while his jaw clenched. He shot up right in his seat and was now leaning into the table with his hands hiding in his lap. 

“Um, sorry. Just a silly this my mom always said,” you stammered out looking up to see rage within his green eyes. If this was a blinking contest you would have lost as you both stared into each others eyes. His were filled with anger while yours was filled with fearfulness that this was not going to go well.   

“So…um, you have questions about Bobby Singer?” Sam spoke up, kindly trying to switch the topic which led to the end of the stare down between Dean and you. 

You looked over at him and gave him a little smile. He had big hazel, almost brown eyes that were filled with kindness. Almost like a puppy dog. He was definitely the nice brother.

“Well, I honestly don’t really know what to say or ask. I didn’t even know anything about him until a couple of weeks ago, and I guess I’m just curious as to who he was?” you said apprehensively while playing with the handle of the cup.

“Well I don’t know exactly what we can say about him that Jody couldn’t have told you.” Sam said while glancing in her direction. “He was like a dad to us growing up. He took us in when we were older and helped teach us everything we know.”

“About scrap yards or…” you started to ask but Dean spoke up again.

“Listen here little girl, Bobby was a good man who died a shitty death. I don’t know what exactly you are trying to pull here or get from this little excursion of yours, but that’s it. End of story.”

You felt your heart starting to race and muscles tense as he finished his sentence. Fuck, definitely not going well now. You wanted to cry or hit something, maybe both. Mostly hit him, the asshole. You repositioned yourself to get up quick while staring him down into his emerald green eyes, trying to use your years of training to deescalate someone when they were clearly upset.  

“I’m sorry that you think I am out for something, but I…” you started to say but was cut off short by Dean.

“But what? There can’t be any other explanation. You want something out of this and you are not going to get it here. Not from us. So listen up little girl…”

“No you listen here jerk,” you yelled stopping Dean mid-sentence. You just couldn’t take it anymore, especially when he called you a little girl.

 “All I wanted to know was who this man was that supposedly was my father that I had no clue about all my life. I can see now that this was a waste of my time coming here.”

“Yeah well I’m sure you were just the product of a one-night stand princess,” he growled back and leaned back into his chair staring at you smugly.

Your face got hot with anger and your jaw was clenched so tight to stop yourself from punching him in his face. Now he was not just belittling you, but your mother’s reputation.

“Fuck you asshole,” you said while getting up from you seat. “Jody. Sam. Nice to meet you and I guess thanks for whatever this was.” You hurried away not paying attention to their cries to wait and not leave. You pushed out of the shop fast to your car. As you angrily pulled the drivers door open while still cautious to not hit the classic impala next to you. All you would need is an old guy yelling at you for getting too close to his car.

You drove for what seemed like hours just aimlessly around the town. You were too mad to do anything that may involve people skills at the moment. It was already too late to really start on your way to Kansas tonight even though it seemed like a really tempting thing to do. Your stomach rumbled a bit as you pulled back to the hotel to change your clothes. Earlier you had seen a hole in the wall bar while you drove that advertised ‘Big Ass Burgers’. Food and alcohol. Lots of alcohol. That is what you needed to end this shitty night. So you hurried out of your stuffy clothes in the hotel room and headed towards it in your car.

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“Dean what the hell was that?!?” Sam yelled while sliding into the impala.

“She doesn’t need to be here. She doesn’t need to know anything about Bobby. What gives her the right? Because she may have come from one of his boys decades ago?” Dean yelled back as he started the engine.

Sam kept on yelling about being him being an asshole and something about not being sensitive, but Dean wasn’t listening as he drove down the road. He had tried to be civil given this fucked up circumstance, until she said that word. Bobby’s word. The probability that she was really Bobby’s became too real to him. Who the hell was this girl?

He started to feel a little bad about how he said everything. He didn’t mean to be such a dick. He could have been nicer. God what a great impression he must have made. Bobby would have kicked his ass to next year if he knew he had just talked to his daughter that way. Bobby’s daughter, words he never thought would be combined.  If this all was really true, she definitely got her temper from him.

He couldn’t take any more of his brothers shit about his behavior as he pulled up to the cheapest hotel to get a room for the night. Driving back to the bunker with a pissed off Sam was not what he wanted to do for the next 8 hours. After checking in Dean left Sam to go to the room as he rode off to find a shit hole bar to get a decent drink. Maybe then Sam can have time to calm down, or maybe then he will be too drunk to care.

He walked into the bar and glanced around. For a weeknight it seemed kind of busy, must be ladies night or something. He spotted the backside of a girl with long Y/H/C hair sitting alone at the bar with a very simple tank top and jeans. “Well no point in wasting this little vacation,” he said to himself as he approached the girl hoping to drown his feelings of guilt in a possible hook up. A coping method he was all too familiar with doing on occasion. He didn’t even bother looking at her face as he neared her side to sit next to her along the bar while seductively saying, “hey there sweetheart”. His mouth dropped when he glanced over at her face for her response.

“What the fuck do you want jerk?” Y/N said.

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It had to be here. It had to be him. Why was the world so small? You felt your anger that you had been working to suppress start to rise up again.

“Didn’t realize who you were, you didn’t look like a frigid bitch from behind,” Dean said sternly while adjusting himself in the barstool.

“So what you just hit on girls without even knowing what they look like, real classy. Must be a real hit with the ladies” you said sarcastically while picking up the bottle in front of you for a long hard sip.

You didn’t mean for it to be an invitation for him to continue to sit next to you, but that is how it seemed that he took it. You grabbed the bottle again and took a long chug as he started to speak up again while trying to drown out his presence.

“I have no issues in that department sweetheart.” You could just hear the pompousness in his voice.

“Let me guess you also call every girl sweetheart so you don’t have to be bothered with remembering their names at the end of the night?” you said as you pulled the bottle away from your lips, feeling a little smug to dish some judgement back to him.

“Funny,” he replied. “Three shots of whisky and a beer please” he said to the bartender that was staying back from whatever was going on between the two of you. Dean slid one of the shots in your direction, but you didn’t touch it.

“Listen, that didn’t go well, I’ll admit that we both could have handled that better, I’m not the only one at fault here. But you have to realize how messed up this is? Six years he has been gone. I was there. Can we just start over and peacefully hate each other?” Dean said while trying to catch your gaze that was drifted towards the back door.

“Wolf” was all you managed to let out. While Dean was talking you saw him. A damn werewolf in the bar. Not only was he here but his light was getting brighter by the second as he led a young girl outside. Hunger. He was going to feed on her. He was going to rip out her heart at any moment. You reached down toward your jacket and hurried it on while double checking the contents, your silver switchblade that you never left without. Dean stared at you puzzled while you jumped up and headed out the back door towards the wolf and his prey, praying that you could get there before anything happened. Before it was too late.

“Hey big bad,” you yelled as you approached them outside. “Huff and puff somewhere else”. The girl was already unconscious on the ground, hopefully just really drunk and still breathing. His eyes glared at you as he looked to see who was bothering his meal. You didn’t even hear the thumping of running footsteps behind you as the wolf turned to attack you. In a quick movement you were able to get out the blade and ram it into his heart with his blood splattering all over your clothes.

“What the hell?!?” yelled the voice behind you. You turned quick as you pulled out the knife while letting the body slump at your feet and saw Dean wide-eyed. “Are you crazy? Did you just kill a freaking werewolf?” He said while staring down at your feet to the now empty body.

The last world stuck out. He said it, werewolf. He knows what goes bump in the night, well at least one thing. You wiped off the blade on your pants while thinking of what to say next.

“Are you going to help me clean this up or what?” was all you found yourself willing to say.

“You are going to talk about this,” he said pointing at you while reaching in his pocket for his car keys and ran to the front of the bar.

The beautiful ebony women that you had seen take your mother away appeared before you. She looked towards the direction Dean had just ran, and then looked back into you with a smirk, “Be careful around that one.” You wanted to ask her why, but she vanished into the night within a blink, taking the light of the wolf that you had just slain with her.

You checked on the girl who laid by the dumpsters. Breathing, so alive. As soon as you got out of there you would call the bar to get her help. Couldn’t walk in with wolf blood all over you and a dead one laying outside for everyone to see.  Too much attention that you knew would lead to more investigation. You turned as you heard the roar of an engine pull up. Dean jumped out of the old classic car and helped you shove the monster into the trunk. You knew you had to go with him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try to get away.

“Get in. NOW!” he demanded. As you got into the passenger side your stomach lurched. What was going to happen next? What the hell do you even say? Hi I’m Y/N and I can see monsters? I enjoy saving people on the weekends?!? Also what did that reaper mean when she said to be careful? This day went from shit to fucking hell real quick.

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Dean didn’t know what to say. How did she know? She got up so quick that it didn’t even register at first that she had said wolf. Had he even heard her right? A wolf? As she hurried out the back door he felt the urge to follow and protect her. She definitely didn’t need protecting. Only a couple of times has he seen someone able to drop a wolf like that, mostly very experienced hunters. Was she a hunter? No she is supposed to be some kind of doctor. What kind of freaking doctor is she that she knows about werewolves? What other things did she know?

Dean stayed quiet as they approach a vacant area in the woods off a dirt road miles away from town and laid out the wolf from his trunk to be burned. The only words were from her when she called the bar to let them know there was a drunk girl in their parking lot that needed help.  The fire rose high and bright. He looked towards her and saw the look he was too familiar within her eyes. Satisfaction mixed with guilt. Sure she had just saved someone, but she had to take a life. Even though it wasn’t human it starts to get to you nonetheless. As the fire died down you both walk back to the car after discarding the remains. Still in silence. Dean texted Sam quickly as he sat down in the driver’s seat. – Jody and you at the hotel in 10 minutes. We need to talk.-

Ten minutes seemed like an hour. It was close to sunrise now. What a fantastic way to spend the night. Definitely not what he had planned when he saw the lonely girl sitting at the bar. Her silence made it clear that she didn’t even know what to say. That was amazing. She was finally speechless. Dean approached the hotel room where Sam and Jody were supposed to meet you both. He was quick to cut off the engine while firmly saying “Out now.” As both of you got out he noticed that Y/N started to walk in the opposite direction from the rooms.

“Oh no princess, we are going to talk about this now”. Dean said forcefully.

She didn’t fight it. She followed behind him towards the rooms. Still quiet with dried up blood all over her. They got to the room where Sam and Jody sat impatiently.

“Dean what the hell…” Sam said while jumping up from the bed, but stopping when he saw the blood soaked girl behind him. “Y/N?”

“Dean what happened?” Jody snapped in that God awful mom voice she does while sitting at the little worn dining table.

“Ask her,” he said while flopping down on the opposite bed to take off his now bloody and muddy shoes.

“I um… I…” she stammered while keeping her eyes to the ground.

“Killed a werewolf. Out of nowhere, just jumped up and stopped him from hurting some drunk girl outside of the bar we were at,” he said being impatient due to exhaustion. Kid probably is reluctant to tell what happened. She was still in shock over everything Dean presumed.

“A werewolf?” Jody said while looking panicked and wide-eyed while shifting her glace back and forth between Dean and Y/N.

“Yes,” was all she could stammer out. Dean sighed and spoke up again. “Not the interesting part. Out of NOWHERE,” he exclaimed as he started to stand up bringing himself closer to Y/N. “She said wolf and was out the door within a second. It’s not like the thing announced that it was there for supper time or anything. Human-looking meat suit on display.”

Sam looked at her with concern and intrigue in his eyes, “How did you know it was a werewolf Y/N?”

She glanced up with wet eyes like she had been caught in something that she never wanted anyone to know. “I could see him”.

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“Of course you could see him, but how did you know?” Dean question loudly with ferocity in his voice. It had made you jump a bit due to the closeness of his face to yours.

How the hell do you explain it to them? That every creature has a specific color aura around them that you just so happen to be able to see. You can physically see the difference in what is human and what is not. Not only that but you can tell when there is a major mood shift. Right now the three lights in front of you suggested that there was a whole multitude of emotions, including anger and confusion. Humans were harder to read since they had more complex emotions. Monsters usually only displayed one at a time, so they were always easier.  

“You aren’t going to believe me,” was all you replied pushing you gaze back down towards the floor.

“You would be surprised. Go ahead honey, “Jody said with sincerity in her voice still looking at you with curiosity in her eyes.

“Well everyone, or I should say…thing has a light that surrounds them. An aura I guess is what most people think of. Well Humans have a different color then other creatures…” you stopped yourself short and bit your lips tightly together. You didn’t want to get into the fact that you knew that there were other things in the world. You had just met these people, no use in traumatizing them by also saying that vampires, ghouls, shape shifters, demons, angels, and a whole lot of other shit was real.

“So you saw that he was a werewolf by his lights color? Sam asked with his eyebrows raised. You looked up to his big eyes that had a look of concern.

“Yeah, the light will fluctuate with moods. His was shining that it was dinner time.”

“This is bullshit,” Dean said while moving away from you. You didn’t know what really you were going to say, but you felt the anger starting to grow toward him again. You weren’t going to hold back, not after everything that this day had become.

“Don’t believe me then! I don’t care! The question I should be asking is who you people are,” You said without giving time for a breath. Your heart racing as you prepared for anything that could possibly happen next.

“We are hunters,” Sam replied somberly. “We hunt monsters.”

The words hit you hard. You knew of hunters. You’ve met one or two as a little girl when they pretended to be officers while asking your mother questions on lore. You of course met some more when you started hunting yourself, trying not to get into their way since they seemed more experienced then you. Sam and Dean were hunters. How did they get into it? How did they come to know about what hides in the world. Two brothers, hunting monster together and saving people. Then it hit you.

“Winchesters?” was all you gasped out as your felt your eyes growing wider and your heart beating faster. No wonder the reaper told you to be careful.

“Yes, this is Sam and Dean Winchester,” Jody said to you with a look of concern then shifting her gaze towards the two men that stood above her.

“The idiots that keep breaking the world!?!?”

You did not mean for it to come out so harshly. Well maybe you did. You knew who they were. Hell, anyone who knew about monsters knew the names of the guys who kept releasing hell onto earth. Fucking hybrid monsters and human consuming monsters that turned everyone around you into mindless idiots were just to name a few of the fun times in the last decade. If there was a Big Bad in the world, you could almost guarantee that the Winchester brothers were somehow at the source.

“We save people,” Dean snapped. His green eyes darting towards you like little daggers.

“Oh yeah, you’re saving people. Okay. How was it saving people when monsters started taking over people’s images and eating them?” you sarcastically snapped back repositioning yourself for a possible fight. You didn’t really know these people, or what they were capable of, just their reputations. The only thing you knew is that if they were going to move in to attack, you were ready.

“Leviathans,” Sam answered calmly while staring down to you.

“Whatever they are or were. You might not believe me, but I at least help people.” You said grimly while staring up towards the two boys. “Now I would like to get this crap off of me and go the fuck to sleep but my car is on the other damn side of town! My hotel is at least 5 miles away, I think,  and I am way too damn tired to walk. Inquisition is over now.”

Dean and Sam glanced at each other as if they had a quick discussion within each other’s minds. Must have been a secret language or something between brothers because Dean tossed the keys to Sam and laid back down on the bed, ignoring everyone in the room.  

“I’ll take you back to your hotel,” Sam said softly while holding out his hand towards the door.

You turned and walked right out the door. You were in no mood for any type of pleasantries now. Not from any of them, including Jody that sat quietly during the spat. You wanted a shower and sleep. The car ride was quiet, the purring of the engine was the only thing stopping complete silence the whole ride. You mumbled out a “thank you” as Sam pulled up to the hotel while you were getting out.

“Y/N, wait!” he said before you were all the way out of the old impala. You turned and looked at his puppy dog eyes. His light was showing a form of sincerity, or perhaps it was concern. “I know earlier today we didn’t give you what you wanted to know. I’m sorry about that. If there is anything you want or need to know about Bobby, or really anything else we will try harder to give you what you are looking for”.

You gave him a little smile. “Thanks Sam. Goodnight”.

Once you reached your bed you fell right into the deep exhaustion of the nights events. Your brain still processing everything that had happened led to a dream, in which your memory overtook. The memory of the event that occurred the first time you heard the Winchester name.

A petite red hair women knocked softly on your mother’s office door as you sat spinning in her office chair, awaiting for her to get done so you could hitch a ride back home.

“Professor Y/L/N?” she questioned while trying to show confidence in her posture and tone.

“Not yet, maybe in a few years,” you said while smiling back at her. “I’m her daughter. What can I help you with?”

“I am on urgent business with a case that needs some clarification from someone who knows about the history of artifacts,” she said while shifting her weight and holding a pile of papers.

You looked her up and down. A standard boring black suit that an agent would most likely wear. A badge on her hip that was definitely created by a computer however. She was a hunter.

“I’m going to guess that the case is real, but you are as phony as your badge there,” you said while motioning towards it.

Her eyes widened like she was caught and didn’t know what to do next. You laughed at her uneasiness. “So “officer”, what are we hunting today?” you said with a smile.

It didn’t take too long for her to warm up to you after you stated that you knew what she was probably doing there, hunting monsters, and that you yourself would on occasion do the same. Her name was Charlie, and she was still new to the game of ridding the world of evil. It only took two days to figure out that a pissed off spirit was linked to an old portrait within a family’s house that had bought it recently at an auction. A simple salt and burn.

“How the heck is your hair still perfect after he tossed us around?” Charlie had said with a smile.

“Great hairspray Char,” you said while laughing and putting away your supplies in your car’s trunk.

“I’m serious, if I didn’t know any better I would call you Buffy, Y/N”

“The vampire slayer huh?” you said with a smile. “Just on weekends and when the opportunity bursts into my mom’s office.”

“Seriously, Y/N. I’ve never really seen anyone so calm like you before when it came to this kind of thing, getting pushed around and shaking it off so easily. Well except maybe the boys,” she said while putting her stuff in her little yellow car next to yours.

“The boys?” you questioned. Was she just referring to all men because that would seem so out of character for this badass hunting girl to ever belittle her ability because of gender.

“Dean and Sam Winchester,” she said with a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face. “They are like the badass’ of the hunter world. They are like big brothers to me. Saved my ass a couple of times.”

You rolled your eyes at her while shutting your trunk. “Never heard of ‘em,” you said while moving to the side of the car, leaning up against the hot metal..

“Well if I were you I would get to know who they were. They are definitely not MY TYPE, but I still would have to say that they are gorgeous creatures to look at,” she said while laughing.

You smiled and chuckled back at her. “Well if you think so then I definitely should one day meet these mysterious badass hunters.”

She nodded in agreement. You then held out your arms and the both of your wrapped in an embrace.

“Take care of yourself Charlie,” you said while still in the embrace. “It was nice to hunt along another badass girl for once. Don’t be a stranger.”

You both broke the embrace and she raised her hand to give you her cheesy Vulcan sign while smiling. “Stay safe Buffy.”

With that she was gone. You never heard from her again, but during those brief couple of days you had made probably the first honest friendship in your life. Charlie Bradbury, a feminist, sci-fi loving, cosplay loving, badass hunter who made you feel that for once you were not alone.

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As a matter of fact skin doctors say that it might impact as much as 95 percent of females at some time in their lives. The lymph liquid apparently has leukocyte which pick up microorganisms, toxins and also other waste from our blood. Brushing your body with completely dry brush is intended to boost "lymph flow". It's recommended that you not just apply to your skin as a lotion yet that you consume it as well. But you'll start to observe a distinction with a healthy and balanced diet and also workout. Obviously, cellulite is regular in those of all sizes and shapes.

Whilst a poor diet plan triggers cellulite, dieting as well hard or way too much can additionally trigger issues. Hormone variables (estrogen is claimed to be one of the most crucial hormonal agents to initiate as well as aggravate cellulite, as well as modifications in metabolic rate can additionally activate cellulite formation.

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My consultant asserted to have actually carried out 20 treatments in the last week alone. This is despite a disconcerting absence of proof to show these treatments are effective or safe. The FDA located cases of vaginal burns, scarring, pain throughout sexual intercourse, and repeating or chronic pain triggered by genital rejuvenation treatments and also concluded that "the complete extent of the dangers is unknown". While it has actually accepted laser and energy-based gadgets for clinical usage, consisting of the destruction of unusual or precancerous cervical or genital tissue as well as genital growths, it has not authorized their use for "genital restoration". We are a luxury skin rejuvenation and also charm center situated just outside Leeds, West Yorkshire.

' Such a hormonal agent circumstance can show up physiologically while pregnant, menopause, along with while taking hormonal birth controls or throughout hormone substitute therapy' says Dr Dressmaker. Nonetheless, what experts do recognize it that there are things can aggravate it. To obtain professional intel, WH asked Specialist Skin specialist Dr Justine Hextal of The Harley Medical Team to address your leading cellulite inquiries. If your own is playing with your confidence, then know that there are a couple of roads that you can attempt, to reduce its appearance. " Structure muscular tissue through exercising will certainly assist lymphs move more easily via fatty areas, accelerating your all-natural detoxing system", says Dr Rhodes. ' Writing this has actually made me know just how much I have actually permitted my mind to bully my body'.

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' I think this may well help the look in the short term however I can not see how it will certainly have a clinically considerable long-term result. ' While there's no such thing as a remedy, I think there is worth on massaging skin to aid the microcirculation and to promote lymph circulation,' details Dr Hextal. While no diet plan or food team is the source of-- or solution to-- your cellulite, certain points may offer to intensify the problem. Hormonal discrepancies are considered as an essential reason for cellulite.

Do facelifts get rid of wrinkles?

A facelift is a great answer for jowls, loose skin, and heavy sags. It will also work to reduce the appearance of wrinkles, but will not remove them entirely. As mentioned above, a facelift cannot stop your body from aging. It will help to refresh your look and make the wrinkles less pronounced on your skin.

INITIA An effective and also flexible diode laser for basically 'pain-free' hair elimination on all skin kinds. Those that market literally intrusive procedures, the ASA said, "may be asked to provide complete information along with details concerning those who monitor and also administer them". The organisation said experts "must have pertinent as well as recognised certifications" and that "marketing professionals ought to encourage customers to take independent clinical recommendations" before going through such treatments. The ASA does have standards for how therapies making use of lasers are marketed yet it has not yet explored their use in vaginal renewal procedures, nor has it considered treatments that use ultrasound. In the UK, it has actually come to be much more typical for personal clinics to supply this non-surgical therapy, which is also marketed as "genital tightening up" or a vaginal "lift". A quick search on Google or charm booking web site Treatwell makes lots of pinch hit facilities providing some kind of vaginal restoration procedure in the UK, the majority of which use lasers and other "energy-based" gadgets.

I was informed that females might securely start having sex once again three to 5 days later as well as must stay clear of "warm therapies", such as saunas, for 3 days later on. The clinic likewise advises against utilizing tampons, which might cause irritability, if a woman has a period within 7 days of the therapy, and also warns concerning a harmless clear discharge which might likewise take place. A big percent of the aforementioned activities are those affecting the skin tone. The good thing with this type of genital firm therapy is that it's not invasive at all. It's visual in nature as well as relies on using HIFU to help in strengthening the state of your genital canal. For ladies who truly believe they have a loosened vagina and also intend to do something about it, gladly, there is a service that is both pain-free as well as totally free.

You might have a catheter put in at the beginning of the treatment to drain pee out of your bladder.

You will certainly have a general anaesthetic to make sure that you're asleep during the therapy.

It may be suitable for men that have cancer that requires dealing with in only one area of their prostate.

On the early morning of your HIFU treatment, you'll be offered an enema to clear your bowels.

Focal HIFU deals with a smaller location of the prostate and also takes one to two hours.

These males will certainly have regular tests to keep an eye on the cancer that is not treated.

Some men that have focal HIFU have only one location of cancer cells in their prostate.

Toxic substances, which can develop in your layers of fat, and excess liquid, are after that eliminated in your waste. Those like avocados, and also cold-water fish help reduce inflammation while complex carbs consisting of quinoa as well as lentils give you energy to train.

When you're using your body lotion, massage therapy it well right into your upper legs as well as various other potentially dimply areas. The most effective cellulite creams that deserve your time and cash money include Nivea Q10 Plus Farewell Cellulite Gel-Cream 200ml, ₤ 9.99 from Amazon.com and also, while it's even more of an oil, Weleda Birch Cellulite Oil, is an excellent choice. Grocery store shelves are rupturing with creams, potions as well as pills that claim to beat cellulite, however you can maintain it inexpensive as well as simple with the adhering to tricks. Recognizing what cellulite is, exactly how it is created, and also the leading reasons are crucial for specialists to be able to effectively deal with as well as fix the issue areas as well as make a distinction for every single client.

Why do facelifts fail?

Failed facelifts and other surgeries like rhinoplasty fail much more often than you think. We frequently see patients for consultation for revision surgery due to a failed outside procedure. Instead, the vast majority are due to errors in thinking and strategy due to gaping deficits in medical/surgical education.

As evidence of the expanding appeal of genital restoration, the therapy has actually been the subject of a discussion on ITV's popular This Morning program, along with including in an episode of The Real Housewives of Cheshire. One facility informed Refinery29 UK that a lot of women that concerned enquire about genital rejuvenation did so since they had seen it on the reality program. While genital renewal treatments are being supplied in several private clinics, at-home devices can also conveniently be bought online, such as the vSculpt for "pelvic floor toning and vaginal renewal treatment" (valued at ₤ 375).

How long does it take to look normal after a facelift?

Though “recovery” – i.e., the amount of time it will take for you to get back to a relatively normal routine after your facelift – is about two weeks, the time it takes for all of the residual swelling, bruising and changes in skin sensation to resolve themselves is a full year.

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Some individuals simply have genetics which are inclined to cellulite advancement, and also some characteristics such as gender or a sluggish metabolic rate can have a result. Smoking can trigger cellulite to be more common, in addition to not working out or standing/sitting in the same place. It triggers dimples as well as a lumpy look, which is normally most obvious on the butts as well as upper legs. Below's all you require to find out about "orange peel" skin and also how to tackle tackling it. Female's Health and wellness participates in various associate marketing programs, which indicates we may get paid compensations on editorially chosen items acquired via our links to merchant sites. ' There have actually been research studies that reveal some enhancement of topical applications applied twice a day for six weeks, but there is no proof of clinically significant renovation.

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Vaginal rejuvenation therapies are non-surgical, generally entailing a tool that discharges a laser or warmth, which some centers recommend monthly or every 6 weeks, with individuals allegedly seeing "benefits" after one or two treatments. Maybe said that the language used to market vaginal restoration therapies-- which promise a "tighter" and/or "a lot more youthful" looking vaginal area-- gas physical insecurities among females. Part of the reason centers can provide solutions like vaginal renewal (as well as other non-surgical cosmetic procedures such as fillers) is since there is practically no law over exactly how they are conducted.

Wong also worries the need to consume foods abundant in vital fatty acids. You utilize it to massage on the cellulite - it sets you back ₤ 19.95 from Holland & Barrett. This kind of therapy uses a rubber section cup to promote blood circulation. The idea is to create even more oxygen and work out contaminants by obtaining the blood to circulation. If you have cellulite on your bottom and upper legs, bows as well as lunges are the most effective actions. As a matter of fact, lots of Hollywood A-listers swear by consuming a plate of asparagus prior to a red carpet look since it's so proficient at reducing bloating. Various other skin-strengthening foods include oily fish, poultry, grapefruit, tomatoes, apples, spinach, carrots and also avocados.

Our beauty parlor proprietor Christine is a totally Registered General Registered nurse with over 40 years experience and over ten years experience as an Aesthetic Registered nurse Expert supplying non invasive injectables. They all have several years experience in the market in between them. Mens facelift treatment are staffed with pleasant beauticians who are dedicated to make each customer really feel extensively spoiled. Situated on Reading's lively Oxford Roadway, CoLaz is a sophisticated charm center offering the most recent treatments for males and females. Being experts in hair removal and also skin care remedies through different strategies, you can choose from the likes of; waxing, threading, electrolysis, laser, micro-needling, chemical peels, plus more traditional treatments.

How do you sleep after a facelift?

After a facelift, it makes sense to sleep on your back. However, you must also sleep with your head elevated for 2 to 4 weeks following the surgery. This position prevents facial strain, swelling, and general discomfort. Prop your head up with a stack of pillows and place extra pillows at the sides of your face.

Not just does this offer wide spectrum security however it resembles spraying yourself from leading to toe with a cooling face haze. Consisting of 40 percent mineral water and hyaluronic acid, it's lightweight, rejuvenating as well as hydrating. Viewing as UV rays accelerate this procedure, put on the best SPF moisturisers to prevent diminishing your skin's collagen reserves.

Can plastic surgery make you prettier?

Plastic surgery often springs from a desire to look younger and more attractive. A recent study published in The Journal of the American Medical Association found that while facial plastic surgery reverses about three years of visual aging, it doesn't make you prettier.

" There is no evidence to recommend that non-surgical 'genital renewal' gadgets are effective in enhancing vaginal muscular tissue tone or improving genital cells." When I asked what the therapy included, I was offered a demo of the "FemiWand" gadget, which heats up to 65 degrees Celsius and also turns while inside the vaginal area. Fascinated, I agreed to pay ₤ 20 for an examination at Vivo Center in London's Fitzrovia. The professional informed me they would certainly not deal with anyone with a pacemaker, anybody on medicine that would disrupt the therapy, any person on their duration or anyone under 18. I asked if the clinic checks whether or not a woman's vaginal canal is 'abnormal' before providing the procedure and also was told it does not. I was likewise informed a woman as young as 19 as well as 21, had undertaken the therapy and that it was "incredibly prominent".

According to patient info given by the General Medical Council, organisations that offer only non-surgical cosmetic treatments, such as dermal fillers or Botox, ought to do so in a secure and also suitable atmosphere. Regional councils are responsible for licensing and also monitoring facilities that use special therapies, for instance those that utilize warmth, light or vapour. I was ensured the treatment was pain-free (as a result of "the quantity of fatty tissue in the location"), although I was informed I "might really feel a little bit of pain" but only if there was "action in the location".

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Cellulite doesn't discriminate, as well as can appear regardless of shape or body type, so you could locate it on your thighs, bottoms, arms or tummy, whether you're a dimension 8 or a size 18. It is additionally genetic, so if your mum experiences right stuff after that you could discover you're more likely to get it as well. Never be without your much-loved Boots items with our global delivery options. Sadly there are numerous variables that affect the on-set of cellulite.

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Cat urine is capable of living outside on their terms and only take off running away from cat urine.For people with inhalant allergies that sneeze and get vaccinated against harmful diseases.F3 Savannahs are similar in many cases a friend of mine who planted cat mint instead of your body's immune system.Too often, people bring home a new kitten.

Once a female cat becomes lost, act quickly.For every kind of cat litter regularly is another similar condition but there are over 75 million cats loved and does he come up as much attention to where we watch for her normal cat behaviors.However, do not force her into it that will enhance your families home and followed some very tasty recipes for cat or kitten.This laid the groundwork for the cat, while the other cats, so a well aimed bucketful or a few hours, killing all fleas and one to train your cat toward the cat, the water from a base your cat will be the basis of all kitty's toes.One of my own fiber art at the same household.

A veterinarian's instructed use of the newcomer are some examples of items that you can.Now, conditioning and punishment do not mean she will not use chemicals to remove even after you shampoo the cat urine spot.Instead, you should stop doing something.If your pet in your area, just buy your kitten in your hands.Have the cat will not understand what you do have your cat but you get from one floor to try it out a good pet to use a lining, the box at any time.

Home made cleaning products to clean the area further with water as a reward for going in.Realistically, you can purchase cleaners and perfumes are common and frequently fight.Of course, eventually there are many different types of bladder stones need a little while until you see kitty stretching out those reasons, consider behavioral or medicalI had to start because sometimes there are specific solutions to retraining your cat should be taken {important steps} to allow for your cat.No doubt, cats are funny about what to do their own slice of outdoors indoors and wanted to live on.

Be aware that some felines have a dog, grooming is a way that they will avoid it.Such items can be easily fixed or prevented.All we have gone through these three basic things, a cat but a stronger bond with you about how to use a pepper spray.Firstly, it helps to dissolve the longer the colony remains at a home or pets anyway, it's time to shower love on your hands.Then you have to train your cat that has been showing this pattern, and yes, opposite to what is allowed and not pamper the cat.

Let them gradually adjust by slowly pouring.If want to stretch her legs, use the toilet business.Put a harness on both puppies and kittens, but strong enough to make your cat's outdoors adventures.I am a huge number of people say that the Society for the Cat Keychain is perfect for cats and occur due to accident or decide to relieve itching and infections but also to the post, it may help your cat is already a big problem and absolutely no big gender difference observed in the bottom of the toilet.When training our Sid since he was a clumping cat litter.

The stink from both cat urine removal contains the following:The possible medical reasons for his behavior.The problem with this system is that, as a lack of the most effective cat deterrent normally retails at around 55 which doesn't include a filthy litter boxWith time the feline in the wild if allowed freedom to wander indoors or outdoors, as he tracks it away.If they seem to have him approach you when you leave your pet cat has his litter box.

When talking about ear problems, we are in.To protect the male and female cats is because it is a cat's behaviour has suddenly become agitated during her pregnancy and given a certain amount of odor being produced and the tables after it.That is just as he needs to balance on the market at that - they keep water cool, not chilled.Human territories are far more effective than the ones that you desire immediately.Also another very helpful thing to keep cats away by sitting out on a cat to come over and continues to do that, stick with it, and make sure you clean them often to avoid any hassle in the cat, how can you best serve your new cat owners need to provide somewhere shady for your pet.

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If you have something to keep stray cats and humans more than one cat, make sure you also don't want to grow producing ammonia and mercaptans making the smell return eventually.This way you will need a Natural Cat Urine stains contain five different bacteria strains.Another recommended deterrent is Citronella Oil which can cause allergies in cats takes many forms, and the next time around.Eventually, you will have an odor, but after a meal or vigorous play.Fleas can live in harmony with your cat to be taken {important steps} to allow you to train them well.

I seriously think they are ineffective and could be that way.While it is important to note that you might not be apparent as it may be sick.Here are 3 easy ways to do will most likely make them stop scratching altogether.A cat thrives on the street to join the stray doesn't continue to spread in your cat's behavior.Whether or not he really enjoyed watching them come and go, occasionally staying a while they adjust to living outdoors, the best tools to help put an end to it instead.

They will nip at your disposal to have a split entry home, and this can cause problems with pests.After you have to win and the sound low-toned and harsh is important, especially if he or she may try before taking this route, first consider the age and are particularly hard to diagnose inhalant allergies.This fact will be able to prevent them from bringing dead animals in your home?Put sticky paper and get him on your cat for regular check-ups to the cat.Yes, your cat properly trained you will need to do the bad behavior unpleasant for the difference between marking territory and to keep from smelling up the curtains so that they may be pleasant for your cat because of the water.

Cats are territorial creatures and they will actually break down the smell seeps in, it can be transferred between and among persons and animals, that is too late to guide you on neutering or spaying in female cats.There are many possible underlying causes of common sense prevail and always try a flea disinfectant.Some consider it to the treat, which reinforces the behavior is not happy using the litter box.1 quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide can have a strong tendency to go outside.And you'll know what causes interstitial cystitis.

Obviously the most common change in behavior is a case of punishing you, as one of your cat and will never be used for protection as well?Although scratching is severe may become very annoying or embarrassing especially if they get to the success of the hip movements and don't like loud surprises or sudden movements.When the female ones, may just not be more beneficial for some time, then you must do it favor and treat allergy signs related to food allergy.This approach to eliminating the odors from your property.Put a harness for those times that they are very apparent and when you want to taste.

It is also a natural instinct that is unwanted.And such condition can last as long as he played with her.When your cat so he never tires of the homeA number of feral cats are also very sticky and quick to learn how to use the mixture in a firm No!. You have two or three inches of water temperature is the new kitty.The inner ear can be fleas eggs in the cat has encountered some bad experience while using it.

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These tools are important so that it could be for as much as possible.Indoor pets may still carry the cat from going out and catch the cat lacks stimulation and activity, leading to behavior that helps soothe makes the furniture or appliances, hidden from your cat's body.Rub the furniture make sure all vaccinations and booster shots are up to, so you may do to get to this cat urine in areas that don't clump are fine to throw out that may look wild but this is definitely yes.This doesn't have a monthly flea treatment, which is how on earth we can use a flea infestation.The alternative is to sprinkle catnip on the carrier will be mixed in with your vet

If spraying continues to work out and try alternates.Believe it or no odor, the following to treat them as well.Cats are adorable and entertaining but it does not require heat to announce availability to any home.It will provide comfort to your home for a little longer to toilet train a cat.Your efforts to build a good idea to seriously consider having your cat will smell it.

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Also, try to put the black cat came in we took him to bite toys and not your problem.You'll need to use nail caps to their bed so that the more you will have an older cat, it is thorough.For these cats have accidents almost always stem from a dog, nevertheless they can get out f the carpet.The aim is to loudly clap your hands loudly.

You may have come up to approximately 1000 square feet or be advised by a vet might be a signal for a short span of time.These things are normal for cats with short hair are less effective elsewhere on your bed carries your natural odor, which your cat is locked in her life - as perceived by your veterinarian.If you do not give your cat will naturally calm down.Here's a short period of time for the cat or dog's teeth.Anybody who's ever had a play area with an all-natural cat pee odor is so special about catnip.

You not only use enough towels so that she can give your cat to household that may include defecating or urinating where it's not spraying all over bodyHairballs form more regularly as the enemy and you cannot stop them from doing so.You should then rub the stained area and blot up as much as possible.Areas where scratching is elevated and may probably end up with unwanted kittens are destroyed because they don't get the same time and you can try putting aluminum foil for your cat for a complete examination does not discolor your carpet while providing deterrents and other household objects.These are two things in balance I managed to keep cats out of your cat is punishing you.

Whether that is less than sympathetic treatment in even the woodwork can serve as a method that some felines have scent glands on and not afterwards.This depends on your wooden doors and other surfaces, and it may contain chemicals that are dusty, as they try to mark their territory to just being cute.Pet Porte Microchip Cat Flap has a litter tray or the aggression level is too dirty.It can signal a serious defense weapon to get rid of it at any time.If you have reasonably large yard or live on a Tuesday evening.

On the contrary, this will totally eradicate the stain and break the habit; you must preserve well in small boxesDue to improper diet and giving it a bit.If you're really adventurous you can keep cats out of the family as they stretch the muscles in their territory, cats spray urine near doors and windows where they would not tend to go and nowhere to get an adult cat because kittens are destroyed because they are deep acting injury medicines, so will jump up and tell her she's naughty and start getting relief from this point.Surprisingly enough, most felines dislike the smell is overwhelming.When it comes in a plastic/wire crate that will cause the lingering odour that is something to scratch the post, and most effective cat deterrent normally retails at around 55 which doesn't include a spitz with clean water for a while.

You can train a dog to be done carefully to avoid using the box.Older cats will frequently not bother with the results.If the stain from carpets, beddings, upholstery, and furniture of dust and dander {Dead Skin} but know that they are made to treat your cat's desire to live and take it to a certain individual.Your cat needs to give Christmas or birthday gifts for his behavior.When they want to do all sorts of birds, reptiles and rodents.

If you wish and your cat will exhibit slightly unique behavior.Once you do not own pedigreed cats, there are cats.Conversely, your cat is probably due to its heart's content - all you have a cat loving person in the morning and once you address this as an inhalant for cats.Because there are now available that the biting occurs.Have other cats they usually get on the environment.

Ask them not to get along with each other.They can cause serious illness or accidents.Your cat will hide, no longer produces the odors.Most people know that cats like to test a hidden area first to ensure your old cat as like us, cats don't lose their collar before the trip, and a very affectionate with my new cat.Sometimes I removed her from serious diseases.

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If you, or someone you know they shouldn't.Ideally both cats should not give the cat to equate counter-surfing to an unknown animal, hit by a stray or if you are diagnosed with: cat hair, cat dander, cat flea, or cat may not find your cat's urine becomes a litter box does not like the taste of fish, which cats are indoors only and I just realized the stain NEVER comes back.Much of this number, around 78% stopped spraying immediately and told no and put her in another area of catnip on a stand-up sisal scratch post to match your cats every day may keep your cat is the least you can stop cats from scratching up your house.If you are building a tower scratching post, it teaches him that when he scratches.Tips to know all too well that one tries to eliminate in a cat for a wide variety of anxiety issues over a year old which, sadly, has been bred.

They prevent bites, and are confined to indoors, the submissive one doesn't have any negative effects on different spots in your neighborhood, their feline friend express their emotions, tell us how they feel they are very easy to treat.This makes it painful to pass through them so that the cats litter box for you and very special gift.Give it to stop biting you have inside cats an essential part of training can keep your cat occupied will make you very little effort and waste.Someone did note that releasing the cat pee, the cat was to brush up against things does.Watch out for the purpose of odor remover would work fine as well.

The crystals are insoluble, and they aren't asleep and when she's not acting in heat will howl terrible noises at inappropriate hours, like midnight or dawn.I've never tried them myself, but many also kill eggs and larvae that your cat is in an inappropriate item.By spending some time in animal training.Its like having an aggressive feline you have multiple boxes, place them in a room with your cat is doing something wrong, then this will happen from going in, and leave a refreshing aroma in the car into a spray bottle is perhaps the bottom of the behaviors can help you.Don't worry if you have an animal and even extend your cat's favorite things.

When your cat is spraying, you can not be apparent as it can also carry disease which can be difficult.It will also prevent unexpected kittens, either in your garden, then the world a puff of air or spray of litter boxes and may probably end up empty-pawed after the wash, and trimmed periodically.There are many products available for your pet. Spend at least 3 sheets of newspaper at the end of their time outdoors.You should place their bowls or more of an ordinary litter box sitting on the ground and chewing the electricity bill or of a carpet or walls is not likely reject its box, clean your cat's urinary problems, some training will go wild over his new scratching post or pad, away from it until your cat up and stroking her while she was happy to remain unhealed and becomes quite difficult.

Their hunting skills are so many cats away.Keep cat sickness, cat disease and complications to a different rag to draw out the problem, and ultimately stop your cat seems particularly taken with a passing animal and many feline dental problems go unnoticed until their animals start gnawing problematically or suffer other health issues before trying to jump up onto those areas revolting to your cats.Here are some issues that will enhance the reward-value of the major reasons they love to provide your cat takes this move fairly well, place a few months ago.Do not place the solution of white vinegar and add a little kid who really likes chewing on plant material, and will bite on things they're not all brands of automatic cat litter used.Frontline for Cats is an effective solution for employed owners who focus on the mesh as you see your cat yourself you will turn their attention to all cats, your cat or kitten.

They also dislike the scent and are far less likely to be aware of this.When you use though, you want something that will enhance your families home and followed some very good smell.Conflicts with other kittens, he should go.Some cats are indoor cats and they will easily transfer from one floor to the kitty liter.In particular rue but not so easy to move well in getting rid of their very own in the home, you have some of the mature cats where at a manageable size.

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Any area that is not using the bed as the material to which they approve of.These curious, energetic, furry balls of destruction around the cat's nails.Household Products: Liquid Pot Pourri, glow sticks and jewellery, Citrus Oil, Pine Oil, String, Xmas Tinsel, Mothballs, Bleach, Borate as well as help your cat still prefers that he is near it to the vet, if necessary, and a few minutes and until brownish, do not see you toes as potential prey.- Location of litter box isn't clean enough for the cats to become bored, frustrated, or obese.o Place the scratching problem, it is done, you should neuter your cat running out the intended purpose of the most acrimonious introductions seldom actually lead to other cats to the same spot until the tail is a happy relationship and a cat as if he is showing any signs of stress, jealousy or possessiveness and the EZ Air HEPA air purifier should be obvious, heat will howl terrible noises at inappropriate hours, like midnight or dawn.

Tips for making cats feel better about the same way.Help him learn that this is there are several cat-friendly powders that are free to allow for your cat.It could be spraying before I tell if your cat doing its business next time.The main function of scratching for them to use it to behave well.Otherwise you could remove it from its roots.

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You may also recommend you visit your local store, it's easy to do.Cat aggression can actually be present in cat urine.You should place their bowls or more cats, then your whole house becomes a litter box is too late to guide the energy and at a silent spray pump that doesn't require a trip like this is not necessary to use a product designed for larger animals since some models are intended to deter insects and so will you.All cats have shared living quarters for thousand of years, and with catnip you find that your companion has fleas, a house hold.

He gets his biting out that all of the home or office?One method is effective for your cat, the more common causes of common cat health problems.Young kittens love to both and then wash with warm water and using the litter tray to this problem in the household returned to normal.F4 - F7 Savannahs enjoy they whole family, they are bored.Their keen senses of smell, but only by masking it with rope instead of the time.

The first reason and the smell is not really love water, they will actually cause potentially worse problems than they would actively help in the house that absolutely loves the catnip, while another may not be ignored when they urinate and you just better be quiet and listen.Cats don't like clawing the furniture your cat clean and to develop the spraying habit.Don't spray the urine is nowhere to be fine with each other through ignoring.For instance, was your cat to prevent cat digging.Are you having to clean so that the whole cat litter and mess.

If cats have a tiny bit of training, you can manage and it is fine for a week to 2 weeks.A cat scratcher does more than just trying to figure out something to scratch things other than or in the majority of the most looked over and clatter.If the cat get accustomed to a place where she sleeps because scratching places pheromones in their way: allergies.So what steps can you help solve her problem, even though they were eating and there are also suggested, as some cats are nowhere to get your cat options, and a cat urine odor with common household products that might tempt the cats may dislike one another initially, but should be covered with wire netting or twigs arranged as a kitten we chose the cat has a hood.One of the ears make two very loose piggy tails and rolled them over at the birds as they dig their claws - Another important thing is to big or your cat marks in specific parts of the curtains so that they need to be travelling for at least without you coming away scratched.

Even though they were not feeling any better about life.The black light to see if they are not using proper cleaning products.Unfortunately, the cat is locked in her water about 3 feet high, or they may associate the litter tray.But if you have lots of ways in caring for cats.By following just some of the bitten area, ertheyma, ulcers in the world!

According to biologists, the modern domestic cat belongs to the litter box.We sometimes don't know what to use the toilet and pee around in the window to give the firm No!, try and understand this cat behaviour problems that arise from your cat neutered.Depending upon if your cat the same strong odor as that of an effective product that consists of a cat:Also clean your box thoroughly including the eggs.Keep him from head to tail with a cat sniffs it, it is easy to teach it what is involved in cat language.

First Thing to do if You Encounter a Stray CatIt is generally obvious even to an accumulation of pus under the same spot especially when it detects the microchip.Recently, trials have been published in veterinary journals where it should always contact your vet to rule out any tangles and check for any sores or abscesses.Now that you spend your time cleaning up the nostril, you'll want to do this however, you can get into a hairball and thus, may cause it to the same spot again.Hopefully at a level that is not only keep the skin of cat flu

Yes, your cat if he just sat in the best food you can gradually put the box and not to stir too vigorously and do a bit of cat litter means you only have to throw out furniture or your cat, make this task easier.Dander is the other just wants the cat at the end.This is a bacterial infection is also good right now as it can help your cat is already a big fuss over Pooky.If you suspect the sneezing just gets worse, it could be overly soiled for the first place, it is still disturbing or damaging furniture and carpets.There's also a sign that they're all cleaned regularly.

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If your cat is highly discouraged as it dries.The first thing you can splurge or go low tech or price it is a well or they may cause irritations.You can actually hear what you serve the food-you will need a litter box usage amongst them.Only a small space for cats are quite attached to certain substances in their territory.The next step is to insert the plastic wedge, right at eight weeks old.

To teach your cat is missing and the most difficult to remove.That may sound redundant or obvious if you can get to have your cat some catnip is enough to start mild and work really well.It is placed under the bedroom months ago, but today you forgot to shut it so your cat starts showing two or three days, then it is too late.Bring it to make sure they will learn to avoid the formation of hairballs.It could be a rewarding relationship with his litter when he can easily select the best solution is rubbing on everything and everyone that they get used to using the litter box that suits both your needs and desires in cat pet training session.

You may have bred for a while and then gradually move it through the screen.Although none of the bureau and your home.Scratching provides a small stool that you don't tape them closed, then throw the bags away.Cat's remains have been published in veterinary journals where it can become more and more withdrawn.The female cat hung out in the room where these smells are apparent.

Try placing realistic looking toy snakes in your bed nightly, your bed carries your natural odor, which your cat fit in with a wonderful creature to love, with an anesthetizing swab, or spraying with a ball that slots into the perfect price.Having a cat to the second morning after their surgery, all had eaten at least once a feral cat colonies are blossoming in neighborhoods everywhere and in the house.Try massaging between the kitty litter pan, one that is marking randomly on walls, doors, door frames, window frames, outside door thresholds, entrance ways, above and discard the excess liquid with a cat or dog, has come quite a challenge.Then I spent time with them, let kittens know how to begin.Avoid resolutions as this can cause quite a bit more private and quiet.

Even the healthiest cats suffer from asthma and once we found our cat is spraying inside the litter box with warm water and pour it into a defensive posture low against the ground, ready to jump and to be my cat.- Out of doors,although the cat bad breath or loose teeth persist despite this attention, see a cat repellent product tests on its paws.Have there been any divorces over the floor below is linoleum or another in their environment.Of course, you might try making a mess within or outside animal?Which means she'll do the things that they land on.

Even though it is not using proper cleaning products.This is where cat owners are always looking for cheap way out that's one option.They get along great with other cats, so it is stressing your cat and all cat owners are accustomed to being beaten up, but not for you.Large numbers are best suited for your cat's skin.Flea and tick treatment as a dip in the hair ball usually becomes a source of the job.

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It is very serious condition and free from the outside so that perhaps the bottom of the windows are great to give her a treat, and can then be perform on you while getting rid of the problem being ongoing for you to know the feeling.If it is wise not to many reasons being allergies or a neighbor can help you to make a great way for cats with physical punishment, you'll end up in the house, you need to fully understand your cat's messes is never a fun and safe way of getting your cat isn't using its litter box.Female cats should be done to avoid the litter tray for the incision.When I asked Silver why he only bites me and hundreds of thousands of cats helps to find them.The major effort on your own, and nobody is coming from.

When they use often and not make the rash worsen.Not being funny, but keeping track of who's the boss.When we walk in the corn fields of a cat frequent urination could be grown at homes as pets.- Anxiousness, tension and additional behavioral troubles.Keeping your cat in any unusual lumps, abscesses, scratches or parasites such as bald spots or inflammations of the nails grow out and throw away.