#probably made dessert for the kiddos afterwards

[blackflash9]

At some point, we as a community need to seriously discuss the implications of this woman having possibly caught a few bodies.

[iamnightduchess]

ReinerxMikasa (ReiKasa) Extremely Kinky A to Z Ask Game (R20+) Headcanon #19

*Update: 24 March 2021

A continuation of this ask & inspired by this original post. Dedicated to @xrocketmanx for their amazing 💖 on my ko-fi page!

(A/N: ‼️WARNING‼️Graphic description of very explicit smut with potentially provocative images ⛔ Please don't click Keep Reading if you're below 20 🙅‍♀️ Sorry kiddos! To my more adult readers, please absorb this post's content with appropriate discretion & maturity)

(In complete Alphabetical Order)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

People expect Reiner to be the one who would jump off the bed immediately soon after when they’re done but on the contrary, he just loves lying there and holding Mikasa in his arms post-coitus. Although, they do sleep with Mikasa lying on his chest most nights. Mikasa wasn’t used to be held intimately in the first few months of their relationship, so the first time they made love, Reiner gave her the space that she needed before, during and after. It was Mikasa who finally initiated their first cuddle post-coitus after the next several weeks.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reiner: Very confident of his physical appearance and in his skin. He really loves everything on and about Mikasa. He loves her body type the way she is - to him, hers is just perfect. But, his most favorite body part of hers he'd like to touch first every time he could is her hands. He just like holding her hands when he wakes up, winding down for the night & even when he's asleep.

Mikasa: This woman, despite having a bombshell athletic figure, still secretly feels insecure of the way she looks. She loves Reiner's biceps the most - at home, she'll sneak a quick peck or a nibble on his biceps when he's doing the dishes or making dinner. She also likes to snuggle up to him on the couch with his arm draped around her shoulders, sometimes until she falls asleep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… lol)

She...swallows? 🙈 (holy shizz i'm not so sure of this one. Can't think of a suitable answer without being cringey 🤣)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reiner & Mikasa once had a quickie inside the changing booth during a beach trip with their friends. Reiner had also went down on Mikasa after dinner at his mum's place, right in Karina's laundry room because he 'accidentally' spilt some wine on her dress & wanted to get her dress cleaned up. He ended up having her as dessert on top of the moving dryer & she left her underwear there by accident.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They were both not each other’s first lovers but when they first got together, the experience is like being with no other. They discovered new parts & points of not only their significant other’s physical & spiritual strengths but also their own respective preferences as well. Reiner’s quite a ladies’ man during his early years in the military but after a while, he got bored of the game. Meeting Mikasa, he realised he wants to play the game again but this time to win it for good. Mikasa has only been with one boyfriend since college & being with Reiner opened her eyes up to vast possibilities.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

No, Reiner doesn't do the Military Style despite being a military man 🤣 Missionary & Cow Girl are their standard starting positions. Despite Mikasa being very flexible, which gave them more advantage in attempting the more physically-challenging positions, but the following are their more favorite experimental ones:

Oasis

Basket

Watering Can

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

A little bit of both, no doubt. Reiner has a dorky sense of humor & Mikasa's odd humor makes for a good tension-breaking combination. Their foreplays always begin with a good laugh - with Reiner ghosting his teasing touches on her love handles. Gets her in the mood for some serious sexing every time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

For both, the carpets matched the drapes. Mikasa tried Brazillian wax once and uhh...Reiner abstained for a week & a half because he prefers her au naturalé 🙈 He said it felt odd from what he's used to haha

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

There are days they’ll just have a quickie if they get in the mood while just chilling, watching TV together after dinner. Before the children came, they would always have slow, intense eye-gazing, tantric, unrushed lovemaking. After the twins came into the picture, they’ll be lucky if they can even have cuddle time together >D Mikasa doesn’t say “I love you” out-loud but showed it in the way she touches & kisses Reiner’s arm when he’s in the kitchen making dinner or when he’s giving the twins a bath.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oooh...Reiner rarely does this after he dated Mikasa & married her. But he loves getting her to touch herself in the showers. While he watches.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Did i tell you about their muscle kink & how much they love each other’s muscles?? Roleplay :) They like to pretend they’re strangers meeting in a cafe or a hotel bar and later have a ‘pretend one-night stand’ with each other haha It keeps the flame burning! (i posted a oneshot on this.)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Home: bedroom, kitchen and in his home office. In the showers too!

They're not one to do it in public but they did have several outdoor trysts on the back of his 4WD while having a romantic night under the stars.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) haha can't help not including this gif

When Mikasa rubs one of Reiner's thighs, rest assured that his gears will be running. Meanwhile when Reiner nuzzles her neck and started caressing her abs, oh it's an on for her alright.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⛔ Backdoors are a big N.O ⛔

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

They're both amazing givers... You know what it means: 34 + 35 🤫 Reiner would sometimes initiates when Mikasa's already asleep. Remember that Zoom Conference & online gaming session? Mikasa likes to get back at Reiner when he least expects it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both depending on their moods...quickies are usually fast pounding yet not too rough, Reiner respects Mikasa too much to ever be at risk of hurting her. Usually their lovemaking would be sensual & soul-bonding at the same time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Mikasa prefers to wear pants when they ever go for outings, movie trips, hiking trips. But, she wears skirts when they're visiting their families for a reason: smoother access for quickies. The moment she walks down the stairs in a beautiful dress before they head to his mum's or her aunts', Reiner already knows it. They be getting freaky with a quickie later 🙈

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Reiner & Mikasa are very experimental in the bedroom. Sure, they don’t have frequent lovemaking but when they’re in the mood, fireworks are a guarantee throughout with different new positions ;) Risk-taker? Let’s just say Reiner’s virility and Mikasa’s flexibility provided a lot of perks in their love lives together (and some pregnancy scares too! before they were ready to conceive) Mikasa once gave Reiner head while they're stuck in traffic heading into a road block. He'd finished just before the the car in front of them pass the inspection 🙈

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ooh boy, all night haha Rounds: 2 max at one time. Duration: At least 1.5hours X) They both are super fit, athletic people so one can expect their staminas to be nothing less than subpar. *cough* In Canon AU: Max 4 times or 1/3 of the night *winks* because supernatural & acker powers!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No, they don't 🙈

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Goes without saying: a lot. Mikasa likes to wear Reiner's tshirts/ dress shirts at home to tease him. While Reiner likes to wear his reading glasses a lot at home because that is one of her biggest turn ons from him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mikasa's the quiet one between the two and the loudest she'd ever been was just a deep, heavy whimper. Reiner's the louder one that sometimes Mikasa would have to smother him when they're having a quickie 🤣

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even after more than 20 years together, Reiner and Mikasa still make out like they're teenagers - pretending to sneak around and grinding in hidden, cramped spaces away from their kids.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mikasa : Dynamite & powerful grip - thighs and you-know-what (even after 3 kids!)

Reiner : Thicc - ass & this man is packing. He has girth!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest: 15 🤣 There's something about getting Mikasa to relax and laugh during their chill time, that just instantaneously revved up their engines at the same time. Reiner is a very tender, romantic person & Mikasa cannot resist it when he starts to tell her how much he loves her & appreciates her. He likes to kiss her hand when they're just hanging out even with friends. Everything Reiner does is genuine & that warms her heart everytime.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reiner would be the first to go out like a light & Mikasa just likes to rest her head on his chest and hear his beating heart & relaxed breathing. Mikasa thinks Reiner's little snores are adorable. But when they're just cuddling on the couch, Mikasa would fall asleep first & Reiner would carry her to the bed.

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A/N: I had a lot of fun with this & I hope you'll enjoy it too! Thank you so much for the support & love 💖 xoxo More asks to come!

[almostkoo]

How to Enjoy Your Summer and Mend a Relationship In Two Weeks

pairing: namjoon/reader word count: 7.5k

summary: 80′s!au,enemies to lovers! au, oc is a counselor at a summer camp, they don’t really like Namjoon, their friendship is a work in progress.

warnings: since it’s a 80′s au I did not go easy on the slang at all, apparently crop tops were a thing for guys so I took liberty with that one ;), namjoon and oc gets extremely petty with each other through this, namjoon’s a rich boy, oc roasts him for that a little.sorry for any grammatical errors, enjoy!!

Summertime was perhaps without a doubt your favorite season. The air was thick and muggy as you stepped off the bus arriving at Oakpark Sleepaway Camp. Your hiking boots crunching against the dirt as the children ran around full of energy. Your hair already clung to the back of your neck with sweat, running your hands through your hair you gathered it and pulled it back, holding it back with a scrunchie. Oakpark Sleepaway Camp held a very special place in your heart as you had been attending the camp since you were eight. Begging your parents to finally let you venture off to the camp many of your classmates had come back some summer vacation bragging about how much fun Oakpark was.  

Fear of missing out was a bitch you suppose.

Over the past three summers since you had become a counselor at Oakpark, now here you were at your fourth and final summer before your freshman year of college. You bonded easily with the children and a lot of them clung to you. The familiar faces grouped around you, everyone happy to see the friends they made the summer prior. In the middle of the crowd stood a lone boy, big, wide doe eyes scanning the people around him as he clutched tightly on the straps of his Transformers duffle bag. Seeing your small pal from last summer you called out to him. “Jungkook!” You called out. He jumped at the sound of his name but his face quickly broke out into a smile and he called out your name before running to you and wrapping you in a tight hug.

“How has your year been buddy, it’s been awhile since I saw you!” You said gleefully.

“Well 5th grade wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I learned about the water cycle” he shrugged “how was your graduation?”

“Well about as good as any graduation could be at least I made it out unscathed.” you said, throwing an arm over your face for dramatic effect which earned a laugh from Jungkook. 

“I can’t wait to graduate. I'm absolutely over school.” 

“Well it could always be worse you could be-“

 Suddenly a loud, obnoxious laugh cut you off from not too far away behind you. Immediately you knew who the boisterous laugh belonged to. You turned around slightly glancing over your shoulder to sneak a glance. There he stood the very bane of your existence — Kim Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon had been annoying you ever since you were eleven. When he started attending the camp yearly after he moved and switched school districts, attending the very prestigious private school Landis Academy. The summer he strolled onto Oakpark’s campsite the whole air about the place changed. Something about the way he carried himself screamed arrogance and you couldn’t stand it. Everyone didn’t see it but you saw right through his facade as soon as you saw his crispy white Nikes hit the ground, decked in head to toe name brands clothes you couldn’t even afford a pair of socks from. He came in high and mighty ruining every summer since. Yet the children loved him and the adults at the camp adored him and his smile that with deep dimples to compliment it . Who gave him the right?   You snapped out of your train of thought when Jungkook dashed past you running to Namjoon to hear about whatever had the children crowding around him enthralled. Probably talking about physics to make himself look even smarter than he already is in front of the kids. I can’t believe he got Jungkook to flock over to him. You thought to yourself. The camp leader rounded everyone together with the sound of her whistle. The older lady Mrs. Bradshaw who ran the camp was decked in her all beige camping outfit with a big smile on her face. She greeted the campers, counselors and staff. As you stood there zoning out on what Mrs. Bradshaw was talking about you suddenly felt a presence looming behind you. With a scoff you acknowledged the nuisance behind you. 

“What do you want Namjoon?” You whispered annoyed trying not to draw attention to the two of you. “Just wanted to ask how your year went.” he asked. You could hear the insincerity laced in his words. “Gag me with a spoon. You do not care at all how my year went. If anything you probably sought me out to brag about what college you got accepted to, you pest.” “Not even. I genuinely wanted to know.” You glanced over at Namjoon and to your dismay he had his attention directly on you. You noticed he had his hair styled different not that you paid him any attention the past few summers he had let his hair grow a little longer sporting a mullet. You couldn’t help but scoff at the expensive Ray Bans perched in his bleach blonde locks. “It was fine. I hoped for once you would take summer off and not show up but I guess we can’t always get what we want.” “What makes you think I wanted to see you either. Here I am trying to be the bigger person and approach you first to start anew as we go into adulthood but I guess we can’t always get what we want.” He said, repeating your last sentence back to you. “Oh God, don’t have a cow Namjoon, you are not that into the idea of us being all chummy with each other.” “You wouldn’t know, dweeb,” he sneered. You rolled your eyes turning your attention back to the front where Mrs. Bradshaw was wrapping up her speech to everyone. She was about to announce the small groups of campers every counselor was responsible for and what side of the camp they would be on. The piece of land Oakpark resided on was essentially an island with water in the middle separating the two sides, Northwood and Southwood. You zoned back in right as Mrs. Brunswick was ending her list.

She announced you would be in charge of the Butterfly Tribe with Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi. She turned to Namjoon, not hiding the favoritism in her voice as she announced him and the Chipmunk Tribe leader with Jimin,Taehyung and Jungkook. Karma couldn’t be more in your favor. The summer prior all six of the named children had attended. Your group was pretty mellow with the exception of Hoseok who was just a walking ray of sunshine and could seemingly never run out of energy. Namjoon’s group on the other hand. Jimin and Taehyung got paired together last summer. The two were a pair of troublemakers to the highest degree. How they managed to get paired together was beyond you. They weren’t in your group and that’s all you had to worry about. But the fact that they were in Namjoon’s group. These next two weeks were going to be very interesting. 💨 The first week of camp hadn’t been so bad. So far it had been the usual. Questionable food (besides the apple pie served for dessert). Relay races and arts and crafts. Somehow within a week you and Namjoon had found a way to put your respective groups of children against each other. Your group had proven successful in many of the camps activities. Although something must’ve happened because on Thursday, Jungkook had completely dusted your team in the relay race. You sat around the other counselors at dinner chatting about everything under the sun. The downside of being away from home was the fact that many of you all were missing your weekly programs. You weren’t too upset you had brought your Walkman to pass by the time. Between the energetic kiddos and Namjoon driving you up a wall Madonna was gonna keep you sane until you returned home. In the middle of picking up a forkful of meatloaf. The lights flickered out eliciting a outbreak of screams from the kids. Quickly the adults grabbed lanterns and huge flashlights as they browsed everyone in attendance doing a headcount. Afterwards Mrs. Bradshaw spoke into a megaphone to grab everyone's attention. “Okay everyone. The lights are out on both sides of the camp, to be safe we’re gonna have all of the campers and counselors sleep in the mess hall tonight. Just in case the lights don’t come back on in the middle of the night it would be safer to have everyone in one spot. We’re gonna have everyone move in groups of eight. Two counselors and six campers. So everyone can grab their sleeping bags and toiletries they might need through the rest of the evening.” Fuck. You thought. Hopefully I’ll get paired up with one of the girls.

Dread fell on your shoulders when you heard yours and Namjoons names called together. “You both have all boys in your groups right?” she practically screamed into the already loud megaphone. You blanked, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. “Yeah! Do you want us to take our campers to the cabins?” He called back to her. You looked across the mess hall to where one of the staff was holding a flashlight, illuminating Namjoon’s face. You glared at him and you saw him smiling. “Barf me out the universe has it out for me.” you mumbled under your breath. The sudden glare from the flashlight caught you off guard making you flinch. “Is that okay with you?” Mrs. Bradshaw asked. “Radical! Thanks for the suggestion!” You tried to make the cringe expression on your face look less like a grimace and more like a true smile. “Great tubular,” she said, earning groans from the youth in the mess hall. “Gather your campers and come to the front to get a lantern.” You groaned quietly, looping your legs out from under the bench. You made your way to the front where you met up with Namjoon. Mrs. Bradshaw held out a single lantern. “We have to split the lanterns so you two have to decide which one of you want to carry it.” “I’ll carry it.” You and Namjoon said in unison. Both of your heads snapped to each other as you slightly glared at each other. “I’ll rock, paper, scissors you for it.” Namjoon smugly, offered. “No I said I’ll carry it.” you sneered. Gently grabbing the lantern from Mrs. Bradshaw’s grasp. Surprisingly Namjoon didn’t put up a fight. You let out a whistle calling you campers to you as Namjoon gathered together his campers too as you both left the mess hall. 💨 You and Namjoon started the trek to the boys cabin. Thankfully both groups were on the Northwood side. Both of you stood in the doorway waiting for the boys to gather their sleeping bags and to change into their pajamas. You looked out at the lake that was crystal clear. Sighing you felt your face scrunch up as you swatted away what had to be the 20th mosquito that evening. Namjoon let out a soft chuckle, you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What’s so funny? You wouldn’t like it if mosquitoes were flocking towards you either.” You said, irritated. 

“I’m honestly surprised they’re around you in the first place I thought they tended to fly around sweeter scents; if being bitter was a scent you’d probably radiate it.” He spat.

“Bag it. I don’t even know why I address your presence in the first place, twerp.” You moved out of the doorway, desperate to move as far away from Namjoon’s bothersome self. You went to take a step attempting to dodge a mud pile in front of you, underestimating the leap you took, you felt the grip of your Keds give and right as you anticipated the fall a pair of strong arms came from behind you wrapping themselves under yours pulling you back away from the mud. Quickly you pushed yourself back off of Namjoon when you got your footing. “Jeez I can’t even get a thank you from saving you from wiping out? I could’ve totally let you slip and walk around with a muddy ass.” You hesitated on the apology. Thinking to yourself you knew if your grandmother was here she would’ve whacked you for not showing common decency in the first place.

“Thanks, Namjoon.” The apology came out through a struggle between your gritted teeth. You looked at Namjoon who stood back in his original spot, leaning on the doorframe. “See that wasn’t so hard. See now I’m gonna help you out and attempt to show you how manners work. Watch this,” he held his hand up underneath his mouth. “No problem.” He smiled big making his deep dimples show themselves. It was a crime such beautiful features had to be on him with that personality inside. The universe sure had an interesting way of doing things.

Quickly the kids came out of the cabin dressed in their pajamas various assorted characters displayed on them. Next you all made your way to the counselors cabins to grab your belongings. You grabbed your sleeping bag and pajamas, opting to change when everyone made it back to the mess hall so everyone wouldn’t be waiting any longer as the sun started going down. Namjoon and the boys stood outside with their belongings waiting . As soon as the boys laid eyes on your sleeping bag they erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Alright dweebs, knock it off its not that funny.” you scoffed, placing a hand on your hip. As the laughter continued. The only one who remained with a straight face was Jungkook and Namjoon.

“Ew is that Care Bears? You’re going to college? With that colorful, glittery mess?” Taehyung asked, in between breaths as he laughed. Your shoulders slumped as you sighed again throwing your head back. You couldn’t believe you were about to be obliterated by a 7th grader.

“Care Bears are better than those grody Thundercats you have all plastered on your pajamas.” You shot back at the boy. 

“Take it back! Thundercats are cool!” Jimin said, coming to his friend's defense.

“Alright that’s enough. Thundercats are trash. Let’s head back to the mess hall.” Namjoon said, turning on his heels as he adjusted his sleeping bag securely under his arms. You felt a small grin spread on your face, you were shocked that Namjoon came to your defense but decided not to sweat it. It’s not a big deal. You told yourself.

💨 Back at the mess hall you returned from the bathroom, decked in your older brothers G.I Joe shirt and a pair of shorts. Many of the children were playing around the mess hall. Some playing board games and others talking amongst themselves. 

You looked around to find somewhere to lay your sleeping bag down at. Everyones was lined around the wall of the mess hall. As you scanned around the hall there was only a spot between the two of the boys and one by a black sleeping bag laid out haphazardly by the wall and the corner of the wall. Weighing the options you figured that sleeping in between two of the boys would have been worse than sleeping in the corner by the random owner of the bag. You’d be damned if you had to spend the night between boys cracking fart jokes and talking about God knows what gross little boys talk about. Walking over to the bag, you scooted it over a little to lay out your beloved beat up Care Bears sleeping bag. Laying on top of it you grabbed your Walkman and fished through your bag you brought from under your bunk to pull out your mixtape one of your best friends made for you before you left, adjusting your headphones over your head. You grabbed one of the murder mystery novels you packed letting your music play as you leaned against the wall curling up as comfortably as possible you closed out the outside world to dive into the book.

Right when the story was starting to pick up you felt something nudge against your arm. You pulled one of cuffs back away from your ears you looked up at the source and almost choked on your own spit. The source of the nudging came from Namjoon who stood above you dressed in a cropped short sleeved jersey and a pair of plaid pajama pants. He held a book as to his side as he peered down at you with a puzzled expression on his face. “Can I help you?” you sneered.

“Umh, may I ask as to why you’re in my spot?” Namjoon asked. You jumped , smacking your head not so softly against the wall, headphones falling off your head in the process. Namjoon flinched back at the sound of your head against the wood.

“Your spot? I don’t see a placeholder with Kim Namjoon on it anywhere.” you frowned.

“Is your head okay?” he asked, reaching for you slightly.

“ My head is fine. Look if you think I’m going to give up this cozy spot by the wall you are for sure mistaken.” 

“I’m not about to childishly argue with you over the spot. If I wanted to I’d wait for you to fall asleep first and slide you across the floor away from it.” “You wouldn’t.” You challenged him. Namjoon said something that you couldn’t make out. You had given him the once over and from where he stood and where you sat on the ground you could see almost straight up his top giving you a perfect view at his toned stomach, your mind went blank for a brief moment until you felt another nudge against your arm. Namjoon smiled down at you.

“See something you like?” He asked, as he lifted his arms over his head stretching dramatically causing his shirt to rise up even higher. You quickly turned away from him, knowing he was trying to bait you.

“Gag me with a spoon, nobody wants to look at you.” you rolled your eyes at him. He sat down on his sleeping bag next to you.

“Can’t you go sleep outside the bathroom? Do you have to sleep right here?” you questioned.

“Is there a window by the bathroom? No I didn’t think so.” You rolled your eyes at his statement. “What does it matter for? It’s not even that hot outside plus you’re half dressed anyways.” You gestured at the jersey he wore.

“It is 88 degrees right now just be lucky I didn’t put on a pair of shorts. I saw how you were looking at me last Thursday when we all played Marco Polo in the lake.” You felt a warm wave quickly come over you.

You felt embarrassed that Namjoon had noticed you in the first place watching him. While you had opted to stay with Yoongi who was adamant that alligators housed the waters over by the tire swings, your eyes couldn’t help to fall on Namjoon multiple times in that afternoon. He donned striped neon lime swim trunks. The color complimented his golden complexion and the trunks themselves showcased his thick, firm legs and had you going slack jawed many times throughout the day. It wasn’t your fault Namjoon just so happened to be as handsome as he was with such a shitty personality.

Even though you attempted to be quick enough to not catch his eyes it appeared you weren’t. “Sit on it. Like I said earlier, nobody is looking at you all like that. Don’t be so full of yourself loser nerd.” you scoffed, deflecting his previous statement.

“If I’m a loser nerd you are too, because here we are two loser nerds both reading a book in the middle of the summer.” Namjoon picked up his book, reaching into the pocket of his pajamas he pulled out a pair of thick lensed glasses. He put them on, flipping through the book to find where he left off at.

“See now you’re definitely a nerd. Look at your pop bottle glasses. I would’ve said they were for style but based on the lenses I think you’d actually need them.” you chuckled. Namjoon’s shoulders slumped as he let out a sigh. He turned in your, the bridge of his glasses slid down to the tip of his nose as he looked over the rim at you.

“What’s your damage?” He asked. You could hear his words dripping with irritation.

“My damage?” You asked, you sat up off the wall facing him. “When you first came to this camp you walked in all stuck up like you owned the place. You thumbed your nose at me from the moment you saw me. Why would I ever like someone like you?” Namjoon opened his mouth to defend himself, when you cut him off again.

“Then to make matters worse I didn’t even speak to you. I didn’t acknowledge you. You put crickets in my bunk one summer and the next summer you trashed my paper mache lantern. I was going to give that to my grandmother when I got back home and I couldn’t thank you very much.” You tried, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.

When you first saw Namjoon all those summers ago. Yes, you would admit that you did have a crush on him. He was probably the first crush you had on another person since being exposed to the public. Between all the relationships you had at school for some odd reason your mind would always trail back to Namjoon. But when he started all the pranks it kind of faded away. You didn’t really know what you had done to get him to dislike you the way he did but you knew it bothered you to the core. “I never hated you,” he confirmed. Confusion quickly spread across your features as you finally pulled the headphones off your head.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Explain what all that bullshit was these past summers, quickly.”

“I don’t hate you. I never did. I—“ he sighed. “I was younger and I liked you, okay? I admired you. I thought you were cute. Given that I didn’t do my best to say that. I didn’t know at first it was the feeling I felt for you and by the time I realized what it was I had dug myself into a hole too deep. I felt like you would have never liked me at this point and I had to keep it going.” He admitted. Your eyes darted around the room looking at anything that wasn’t Namjoon. You didn’t know how to process the thoughts racing around your mind. Were you mad? Yes, but even more confused. The paper mache lantern had really pissed you off when it happened and even though you made another one it still wasn’t as good as the first one which really bummed you out. Namjoon softly called out your name. You looked back at him. He fiddled with his glasses that now laid in his hands. “I really fucking loved that lantern you know.” You attempted to crack a joke. You could tell Namjoon wasn’t sure if he should laugh back or not. 

“I am so sorry for that.”

“No no it’s okay. I mean don’t get me wrong the first one was purple and my grandmother's favorite color is purple and I had to give her a green one but that’s neither here nor there. Why did you do all that stuff? Why not just say you had a crush on me?” Namjoon’s eyes bucked in shock.

“Be honest would you have talked to me?” 

You opened your mouth hesitating before you spoke. “I mean.” You let your words trailed off. “Exactly my point.”

“Aren’t you like smart enough to know a lot of people don’t like when people pick on them trying to ‘express’ their feelings for others. It’s the 80’s people hate that now. Maybe our parents would have liked that.” You said, pulling on a loose string of your shirt. Namjoon softly called your name. When you looked at him he was looking down at his hands again. “You can’t just treat anyone how you want and expect them to come around when you call yourself having an epiphany.” you sighed. There was a lot to think about. In the entirety of the time you knew Kim Namjoon he had been nothing but a jerk and that’s years of knowing someone it’s a lot to erase about someone. 

“ I can’t stress this enough I am so sorry and I know that years of us going back and forth can’t be erased but maybe if you give me a chance maybe we can start anew?” Namjoon reached out to hold your hand. You looked at your hands intertwined and then up at his eyes. Dark, amber eyes peered into yours. Pleading for a you to take a gamble. You slowly pulled your hand out of Namjoon’s grip, his full lips forming a soft frown. 

“I don’t know Namjoon. I’d have to think about it.” you replied to him. He let out a sigh, seemingly not out of frustration but something else you couldn’t read.

“I understand. If I was in your shoes I most likely wouldn’t have been able to make a decision on the fly like that either. I probably shouldn’t have even brought it up.” You wanted to attempt to console Namjoon, who in the whole time you had known him you’d never seen him like this. Sad and possibly heartbroken. Your feelings were all over the place. You felt like someone had thrown all of your emotions into a pan like ingredients ready to be scrambled like Sunday breakfast.

“I’ll let you know how I’m feeling when I find out myself.” you wrapped your headphones around your Walkman and closed your book up. You laid back down on top of your sleeping bag. Staring at the wall you let your thoughts all hit you fully at once. There was a huge chance that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight after Namjoon’s confession. 💨

You woke up to someone tapping your shoulder. Your eyes opened as you checked your surroundings, forgetting about the power outage from the night before. Namjoon kneeled in front of you.

“Good morning, breakfast started being served. I didn’t want you to miss it.” he said.

“Uh thanks?” you yawned, your answer coming off more like a question. You slowly sat up rubbing at your eyes. You stood up gathering your belongings together. Namjoon cleared his throat from behind you. You turned around giving him your attention, with a puzzled expression.

“I was- umh wondering maybe- umh did you want to sit with me while we eat?” he asked. Anxiousness rolled off of him in waves. His posture was slightly slumped, as he picked at the hem of his jersey, eyes examining the wood floors. You gave it a quick thought. “I mean.” you dragged. Namjoon instantly perked up.

“I don’t want to pressure you-”

“No it’s okay I don’t feel pressured. I’ll eat breakfast with you.” Namjoon’s face contorted into a grin.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say yes” you heard him say quickly under his breath. “Okay.” you two stood there for a second as the goofy grin on Namjoon’s face didn’t budge.

“So are we gonna get our plates or?” you asked. “Oh! Right, right. Let’s go then.” he turned, heading towards the food line.You two made your plates. You settled for a light breakfast. You and Namjoon sat down at the end of one of the long picnic table benches that lined the mess hall. You slowly toyed around with the assorted fruits in the foam bowl in front of you. No conversation took place between the two of you for at least five minutes. “Guess you aren’t good at starting a conversation with someone if you aren’t being a jerk huh?” you said, taking a bite out of cantaloupe. Namjoon opened his mouth to defend himself.

“No it’s just-”

“Namjoon I’m just fucking with you. I see the electricity still hasn't come back on.” you took into account the ceiling fans in the hall that usually by now would have been running, cooling down the humid place. “Yeah it’s kinda warm in here I probably should’ve slept in shorts. I’m starting to regret it.”

“Do you know what Mrs. Bradshaw has planned for today?I know it was supposed to be movie day.” “I think a dodgeball game.” Namjoon let out a breath, he moved his Cheerios around with his spoon.

“Dodgeball? With children? Not maybe volleyball or something. Wouldn’t that be less dangerous?” 

“Isn’t volleyball slightly more dangerous?”

“I knew a girl that got her arm broken while playing dodgeball.”

“Didn’t you play volleyball in high school? If we do end up playing I’m asking Mrs. Bradshaw to make you sit on the sidelines. It’s not fair to have a seasoned veteran playing against us amateurs.” Namjoon laughed. You tilted your head to the side in confusion as you looked at him.

“How did you know I played volleyball?” “You wore your volleyball shirt last summer I’m assuming it was yours. Plus Scoville played against my school this season.” he revealed. “I didn’t know we played Landis.” you said. Namjoon replicated the expression you gave him. “Question? How did you know I went to Landis?”

“I-”

Namjoon laughed at you. “Creeper.”

“No” you replied, firmly. “As prestigious as Landis is I would expect a Einstein such as yourself to go there. Couldn’t have us commoners rubbing off on the elite.” you joked.

“Einstein? I wouldn’t call myself all that.” he said, you could see a subtle blush creeping on his cheeks.

“We’re starting anew right? Accept the compliment.” you smiled and Namjoon mirrored you. 💨

Everyone stood in the gym. It was currently halfway through round two of dodgeball. You sat on the lowest level of the wooden bleachers talking with one of the other counselors, Sam, who had gotten out both times almost as quick as the rounds had started. 

Surprisingly Namjoon hadn’t gotten out in this round. The first round he had only gotten out because Jimin had thrown the ball at him and even though it hadn’t quite hit him. It rolled along the floor until it got stopped by the tip of Namjoon’s shoes. Jimin got too excited that he technically had gotten one of the counselors out that Namjoon didn’t really have the heart to tell him it wasn’t an actual out. So he took it in silence, trudging along to the spot next to you on the bleachers to keep you company.

Although you sat on the sidelines. The game was mildly interesting from some of the children who had a mean throw and the counselors mixed in who were playing hard with each other. You didn’t also mind the view that got provided with the game. Namjoon, who opted to wear a blue muscle tank and jean shorts. You allowed yourself to indulge in the sight you got. His biceps flexed as he cocked his arm back to throw the bright red rubber ball. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. Which Sam on the side of you had definitely noticed.

“So you’re finally admitting that Kim Namjoon is attractive?” Sam asked you. The question caught you off guard. 

“I haven’t even said anything about him.” you said, bashfully.

“I see the way you’ve been watching him out on the court. What type of front are you putting up?” Sam shook her head at you. You went to plead your case. When Sam started talking again.

“Then when he got out he came straight over to you. You were practically drooling over him. I bet you can’t even tell me what half of the conversation was about. Could you?”

To be quite honest, you probably couldn’t tell Sam what half of the conversation was about. Maybe it might’ve been about a- yeah you didn’t know what the conversation was about. You had found yourself multiple times while Namjoon was talking getting lost staring at him. For a few sentences you would give him eye contact then you looked at his nose fighting back a mean urge to take your index finger and boop it and anything he smiled and his dimples played peekaboo you found yourself sneaking glances. God forbid you looked down while he spoke,

Namjoon, while he was out for some reason didn’t sit on the bleachers like Sam did for instance, sitting upright. He leaned back like you did, getting comfortable while he rested. His thighs spread slightly as he chatted away to you. You had however snuck the quickest look in the world downwards when he adjusted his seating position, Your mind went absolutely TV static blank and your lips parted as you drew a quick breath. You had to straighten up quickly as you got a little worried if Namjoon noticed you checking him out he might’ve fallen into his old ways and teased you. “He was talking about- birds?” you asked Sam.

“Fuck no. He was talking about his graduation. Oh my God you are the worst.”

You leaned forward. “Are you serious? He wasn’t talking about birds? I heard something about a bird.”

“No” Sam giggled.”I can’t even get mad at you. Kim Namjoon is a total babe.” You heard the whistle blow signaling that someone was out again. You looked up to see who was out. This is what I get for talking him up. You thought to yourself. Namjoon strolled over in your direction with a big smile on his face. Who would be happy to be out of dodgeball? He sat on the side of you in the same cursed position. “So as I was saying then as I was giving my speech. One of the parents in the crowd lost it.” His words trailed off as you looked past him at Sam who was shaking her head at you. 💨

One by one the kids had gotten kicked out of the game. Until it was just counselors left. Then suddenly the worst case scenario could have happened as the last kid walked off the court. One of the counselors, a loud mouthed sixteen year old named Tony had suggested one of the most trash ideas in history.

“Mrs. Bradshaw! We should have the counselors play against each other !” he yelled. Before Mrs. Bradshaw could answer the question the kids erupted in cheers rooting for the idea. Mrs. Bradshaw looked at the rowdy children.

It’s not like you didn’t want to play dodgeball. But at least when the children were playing too. The ball got thrown softer because one there was a chance that one of the kids were throwing the ball which meant it wasn’t getting thrown hard and if a kid wasn’t throwing the ball it meant a counselor was throwing and they couldn’t throw the ball but so hard because of the kids. But now it was all fair game and you really didn’t want to get bruised.

“Well the children seem to like the idea. How about it?” she asked. The counselors really didn’t have an option. It’s not like Mrs. Bradshaw abused her power but.. she only asked to be decent. The counselors that were out got up off their various spots on the bleachers.

“Wait? Who’s gonna throw?” Tony asked. Fuck this kid. You thought as you zoned out to make your way to the wall. You heard Mrs. Bradshaw call your name.

“Huh?” you called.

“Namjoon suggested you throw since you played volleyball! You must be a good throw.” she said, cheerfully.

Fuck this kid. You thought again. Namjoon ran to you with the ball in his hands.

“Go get em tiger.” he said, lowering his voice. He handed you the ball, he jogged over to a spot against the wall. You felt your face heat up a little. You were a softie for words of encouragement. You tossed the ball in your hands. First to do was to get this little fucker Tony out for suggesting the idea in the first place. You cocked your arm getting ready to throw the ball in his direction. As soon as the ball left your hand he dashed away the ball smacked against the wall hard. 

It went like that back and forth for a while. Four people had gotten out so far. The fourth, Sam who you genuinely wasn’t trying to get out she just so happens to be on the side of Tony when the ball bounced off the wall and hit her arm. You mouthed her an apology that she brushed off with a smile, she was probably happy to sit down in all honesty. 

Tony rolled the ball back down the court to you and if you didn’t know better you would have assumed he was doing it mocking you. Knowing that you were trying to get him out. If this was volleyball instead you probably would have just said screw it and spiked the ball at his face. You rolled the ball around in your hands. You heard kids off on the bleachers cheering for you. It put a smile on your face. You looked to where Tony stood, he was on the side of Namjoon .When you locked eyes with Namjoon, he smiled and winked at you. You had to focus. This could be the throw that finally got Tony’s punk ass out,then you could finally stop seeing that shit eating grin leave his face. You took a deep breath. You swung your arm back, throwing it forward you released it propelling it. You closed your eyes before you could see it make it contact. But when you heard the sound of the ball smack against flesh you knew you hit him. A loud “Oh fuck” went through the gym, followed by a wave of gasps.

Wait, that didn’t sound like Tony. You expected to be met with the sight of Tony clutching his arm in pain but instead you saw Namjoon hunched over holding his face. You saw blood dripping through his fingers. Guilt hit you like a runaway train. Even Tony looked shocked. You ran over to Namjoon, frantically apologizing. 

“Take him to the infirmary.” Mrs. Bradshaw called from the other side.

“Namjoon, you gotta stand up and tilt your head back for me.” you said, rubbing his back. “I got it. I got it.” his voice came out nasally from him pinching his nose in an attempt to get the bleeding to stop. He stood up and groaned as you two made your way to the infirmary. 💨 Namjoon laid back on the examiners table with gauze in his nose trying to slow down the bleeding. The nurse at the camp seemed to be in awe of your toss. You have a very powerful throw. She complimented you and apologized to Namjoon for being on the receiving end of the ball. It had been ten minutes and he was still bleeding. Even though it was still a lot it was then it was less than what it was when he first got hit. You remained by his side, the guilt of accidentally hitting him that hard wouldn’t let you leave.

“Namjoon, I am so sorry for hitting you that hard. I swear it wasn’t on purpose.” you apologized again.

“Don’t feel bad this is just the universe delivering me my karma for being a dick to you all these years. The universe is balancing itself back out.” he joked.

“If anything it’s from when you told me break a leg before the relay races when I was fourteen and then I actually broke my ankle.” 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re still holding on to that?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you.

“I am most definitely still holding on to that.” 

Namjoon laughed and shook his head.”You are certainly a piece of work.” “That I may be.” You said, taking a spin. “Honestly I didn’t mean to hit you. I was trying to hit that twerp Tony.” You took Namjoon’s hand in yours.

“It’s okay. You’ve explained this to me at least fifteen times in the last ten minutes.” he rubbed, his thumb over yours. 

“It’s just that I feel bad. After our conversation got all heavy last night I didn’t want you to think that I did that to be spiteful.”

Namjoon sat up on the examiners table to look into your eyes. He smiled at you. He took a deep breath that didn’t really come off like a true deep breath and more like a content sigh. “The painkillers kicking in?” you chuckled.

“Yes” Namjoon nodded slowly “that’s besides the point. I guess it’s kind of my fault for suggesting a volleyball player throw during dodgeball. I set myself up for this one.” “No it was me being a dick to a teenager.” “Well if we sit here going back and forth between who;s fault we’ll probably never make it to freshman orientation.” he laughed. “How bout we both blame it on Tony?” you questioned, throwing up a pinky for him to loop his around. “You do pinky promises? I wouldn’t have expected you to.” he looped his pinky around yours. 

“There’s a lot you wouldn’t expect me to do.” you said, lowly. “Oh really?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at you.

“Barf me out. Namjoon get your mind out of the gutter and get your priorities straight. You have a nose full of bloody gauze. You’re gross.” you shook your head at him. “It’s not that gross. Plus you caused this.”

“No remember the pinky promise said that Tony caused this.” Namjoon nodded his head remembering the agreement you two had just came to thirty seconds ago. “It’s almost dried up.” he pulled the stained gauze out of his nose, examining it. “Good maybe the guilt can leave me alone.” you mumbled. Namjoon took one of the clean gauzes wiping off his nose. 

“Did you give a thought to our conversation?” Namjoon asked, quietly. Had you? It had only been a night and some change. Well at least not a full night for you. You tended to have a habit of violently overthinking just about every aspect of your life. Now the situation with Namjoon magnified it. You barely got any sleep last night. Thinking about every encounter you had with him. Sure enough he could be a good person, the behavior had just seemed biased towards you. Starting off anew couldn’t be the worse decision. If push came to shove you two were going off to college. You could just stop talking to him and completely cut him off.

But did you really not want him around. You had to force yourself to look at him. You were worried about the expression he donned. When you looked at Namjoon he had a neutral expression on his face. You sighed.

“So how are we doing this? Phone calls? Letters? What?” you smiled.

“You’re giving me a chance?” he smiled back.

“One” you held your pointer finger up. “Only one. Be very careful with it.” you whispered, as if people were around to hear your conversation.

“I promise you I will. I’ll call you even if I have to sacrifice my quarters for the wash to talk to you. I’ve got years of lost time to make up for.” he grabbed both of your hands, holding them tightly. You swung your arms. “I promise to write you letters I’ll use the finest of bic ink pens for you.” Namjoon laughed at you. “Can I ask you a question?” you hummed in response. “Can I kiss you?” you blinked a couple of times. Kiss? The word ran through your brain like headlines at the bottom of the screen during the 6 o’ clock news. “I’m sorry. Am I being too forward? Is it too soon? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Namjoon rambled. He was in the middle of still vocalizing his thoughts when you cut him off with a quick peck. Namjoon jumped back away from you. You jumped back too.

“Wait was I being too forward? I thought you wanted a kiss?” you asked, smacking him lightly on the arm.

“No no I did. It’s just I was talking I thought you would have let me finish talking first. It caught me off guard. Wait let’s try that again I’m ready now.” Namjoon puckered up and leaned in. You stopped his mouth holding up your hand.He opened his eyes looking at you in confusion.

“We got the rest of the summer to get it right.” you said.

“The rest of the summer?”

“Oh I’m sorry did you think I was gonna run up my parents bill talking on the phone with you every day. We all don’t come from money.” you said.

“Alright now. If I had to I’d foot the bill.” 

You laughed. “Jeez louise, Namjoon just drive to my house, it's not that serious.” 

“You got it, tiger.” he wrapped your fingers up in a pinky promise that he pressed a kiss to.

Summer was definitely your favorite season.

[ptersparkers]

asgardian liquor (the adventures of y/n stark)

summary: a regularly updating collection of vignettes that detail the life and adventures of y/n stark, a self-proclaimed baker, thrill seeker, and an all around good person.

a/n: underage drinking

masterlist / taglist

The party was in full swing fourteen floors underneath the floor of your bedroom. You knew your father had been in a party mood for the entire week and weren’t surprised when he told you that you’d need to be in your room or enjoying the party, without the accompaniment of alcohol.

If you were honest, you didn’t even want to socialize and mingle with people that only talked to you to get on your father’s good side. 

But earlier that day, you hadn’t really thought about the party.

“I’ll pass,” you said, grabbing a brownie when your father proposed you the deal about the party. 

Tony shrugged. “Suit yourself, kiddo. If you do decide come down, dress up!” he yelled when he disappeared around the corner. Peter jogged into the room and saw you eating a brownie before groaning.

“Ugh,” he let out. “I’m supposed to be training right now but I really don’t want to fight Bucky today.”

“Sucks to suck, Peter Parker,” you teased before taking a bite of the dessert in front of him.

“I just want to eat some food and call it a day,” Peter said, sitting on the chair and sighing before putting his head on the counter top. You chuckled and patted his shoulder before he stood back up. 

“The perks of being powerless is no training.”

“I hate you so much right now. I can’t tell if it’s because you don’t have to train or because you’re eating that brownie.”

“Well, you replied, “when you’re done, Pepper made a batch and I hid a few pieces in my room. You can come find me when you’re done with training and I’ll share a piece.”

“Peter!” Bucky called from a distance. 

“Please don’t tell him I was here,” Peter said before dashing out of the room.

“Have you seen Peter, Y/N? He was supposed to be in the training room ten minutes ago but I can’t find him anywhere,” said Bucky. 

You shook your head and ate the rest of your brownie. “Sorry, Bucky. Wanna go get smoothies afterwards?” 

“You bet!”

***

All you really wanted was a glass of water. You woke up at one in the morning with an extreme thirst and cursed yourself for forgetting your water bottle in the fridge. 

With a groan, you put sweatpants over your sleep shorts and put your hair into a ponytail before stepping into the elevator and making your way down to the kitchen, completely forgetting that the compound floor was being used for your father’s party. 

“Oh, dang,” you muttered to yourself. 

You figured that everyone was probably tipsy, if not drunk, and shrugged your shoulders before entering the space and trying to dodge moving bodies as you made your way from the elevator to the fridge. 

“Where did I put it?” you asked when you couldn’t find your orange water bottle sitting on the shelf you thought you had put it in. “Whatever,” you muttered, grabbing another full water bottle. 

You opened the top and chugged what you thought was water down your throat. Almost instantly, your eyes widened in shock and you ran to the sink to spit out whatever liquid was in your mouth. 

“Gross,” you muttered before feeling like your body was much more relaxed that it was before. 

You watched as your vision became a little more blurry and you fell out of step, but you were able to make it towards Carol and Natasha, who were singing eighties throwback songs when they saw you. 

“Y/N!” Natasha exclaimed, not caring about the fact that you were in sweats and stumbling towards her. “Come here! Look who I found, Carol!”

“Oh my God, Y/N!” Carol greeted, pulling you into a hug. You tried to not step on her green emerald dress as she pulled you in and found yourself breathing into her neck, seeing as your head was unable to move until she let you go.

“We convinced Tony to bring a karaoke machine,” Natasha said before hiccuping. “I don’t know why we didn’t convince him to do this before.”

“Hey, that’s my karaoke machine! He bought it as a joke,” you said before having to lean on Carol, laughing at the memory of the day you had found Tony sitting on your bed with a karaoke machine. “He’s not that bad of a singer!”

“I bet you can sing too,” Carol said before putting the microphone in your hand. “Let’s sing some Taylor Swift!”

For the next two songs, you three screamed the lyrics to ME! and Shake It Off before you saw Peter entering the floor. 

“Peter!” you yelled before pushing your full weight onto him. He stumbled backwards but caught you, attempting to steady you onto your feet. 

“Woah, woah,” Peter said. “What the hell happened to you? And why are you wearing sweatpants to a party?”

You waved him off and put your arms around his torso, nuzzling your head onto his chest. “I’m so thirsty.”

Peter laughed awkwardly and knew that you were very drunk, but how you got ahold of liquor with almost every Avenger in this room was beyond him. You were skilled, but not that skilled. 

“I want you to sing karaoke with me!” you yelled in his ear louder than necessary. Peter grimaced and pulled his head back, but you pouted when you realized Peter wasn’t holding you as tight as you held him. ”Do you not like me anymore?”

“What? No!” Peter said in a hurry. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. I don’t know what the hell happened to you but we’ll figure it out together. Uh, have you seen your dad?”

“Carol and Natasha like Taylor Swift,” you said as a matter of fact. Peter ignored you and looked around the room to see Tony and Thor talking among themselves, fostering glasses of alcohol. 

“Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark!” Peter yelled, trying to grab his attention. You weren’t paying much mind to where Peter was going but you let go of his body to hold his hand while you said hello anyone who looked your way. 

“Y/N Stark, what did I tell you about dressing up?” Tony questioned. 

“Sir, I don’t really know what happened, but I came here to grab leftover lunch before I went to bed and Y/N stumbled into me,” Peter explained. 

Thor looked at you and you met his gaze, to which you burst out laughing. You let go of Peter’s hand and snaked your arms around Thor’s torso, finding comfort in his tall frame as you let your eyes close in satisfaction. 

“Um, hello, Little Stark,” Thor said, amused. Thor put his free arm around you nonetheless and pulled you closer to him in hopes that you wouldn’t run away and trip over something. 

“What’s going on?” Tony asked, looking at you.

“Well,” you said followed by a hiccup. “I woke up and wanted to get some water.” Hiccup. “And then I realized I forgot my water bottle in the fridge.” Hiccup. “So I went down here only to find out I forgot where I put it.” Hiccup. “ I settled for that blue one over there and now I feel like I weight zero pounds.”

“What?” Thor asked, straightening his posture. His mind was clear, as mortal liquor was a mere soft drink to him, and looked at your line of sight. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake.” 

“What is it, Point Break?” Tony asked before reaching a hand out to stroke your hair. 

“She drank Loki’s Asgardian Liquor. He put it in a water bottle to keep it cold,” Thor explained. 

Tony looked between Peter and you. “Did you have anything to do with this?”

“N-No!” Peter exclaimed. “I literally just came here and I wanted to grab some of my pad thai!” 

“Okay, Pete,” said Tony. You reluctantly relinquished Thor when Tony pulled you away and grumbled when Thor told you he’d see you tomorrow morning. “Will she be okay or do I need to go dad-mode?”

“She’ll be fine,” Thor said. “If she drank it by mistake, she couldn’t have taken more than a gulp. It’ll leave her with a raging headache tomorrow morning but it’s nothing a few tablets of Aspirin can’t fix.”

“Okay, good,” Tony said, giving you a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go back upstairs, yeah?” Tony said before gesturing you towards the elevator. 

“I want Peter to walk me up,” you stated. 

“What, why?” Peter asked, frustrated that he would have to wait to eat his pad thai. 

“Because I love you so much,” you said with a goofy smile. You leaned in and attempted to whisper, saying, “and I have brownies.” 

Peter sighed and looked at Thor and Tony, who were trying not to laugh at the fact that you were practically shouting even though you were trying to whisper. 

“I’ll let you have the day off tomorrow,” Tony bargained, seeing as you weren’t letting go of Peter’s hand. 

“Done,” Peter said immediately. You both walked towards the elevator and stepped into the quieter space before you let out a big sigh. 

“I am so tired,” you muttered. Peter laughed and you rubbed your eyes with your free hand. The door opened and Peter ushered you into your bedroom, seeing a small plate of brownies sitting on your desk. He made a mental note to grab one before he left and watched as you took your sweatpants off. 

“Woah!” he said before turning around. “Warn a guy next time!”

“Oh shut up,” you said. “I have shorts underneath.” 

Peter turned around and saw you climb into bed before turning your light off. 

“Wait!” you exclaimed when you saw Peter leave. He sighed and turned around, knowing that you were a very affectionate person when you were both very sleepy and very drunk. “I want a hug.”

Peter internally groaned, thinking of the pad thai at the top of the refrigerator shelf that he would have to wait to eat.

“Okay, Y/N.” 

Peter leaned down and let you wrap your arms around him, He stayed put for a second and tried to pull back, only to realize you had fallen asleep while your hands were clasped behind his neck. 

“Really?” 

He debated on moving your arms, but thought it be best not to wake you up since you could be a menace if woken up when you wanted to sleep. But just when he was about to make a decision, Tony walked into the room to see him in a compromising position.

“Mr. Stark, please help me out,” Peter said with desperation in his voice.

Tony let out a low chuckle and tried his best not to wake you up as he untangled your hands from Peter. Tony always had a knack for letting you sleep. 

“Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go eat some pad thai and call it a night,” Peter said before stealing a brownie from your plate. 

“Goodnight, Pete,” Tony said as the two of them exited your room. He closed the door slowly and they separated ways for the rest of the night. 

The next morning, all you could remember was Carol and Natasha forcing you to sing with them and clinging onto Peter like your life depended on it. When you walked down to the common room, Carol greeted you with a laugh and pulled out her phone to show you a photo that someone had posted on Instagram. 

It was a photo of you, Natasha, and Carol singing, only you were about to fall down and made the most horrendous expression. 

“Oh, come on!” 

***

Taglist:

@songforhema, @kath94210, @sessi03.

[mycatshuman]

Chocolate Milk? Hot Chocolate?

Pairings: Prinxiety, pre-established logicality

Warnings: food, brief mention of Deciet and Remus, let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 1, 116

Thank you so so so much to @icequeenoriginal for reading this for me. I was honestly having a big debate on whether or not to ask you to because I didn't want to be a burden.

Anyway

Loosely based on an experience I had where I asked for Chocolate milk and the server brought me a hot chocolate. Now, many many weeks later I realize it sounds a bit like a fan fic trope and decided to just add some fluff. Hope you like it.

Need to find that one horrible fic so you can hate on it? Look here.

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Virgil rolled his eyes as he watched Patton and Logan give heart eyes to each other instead of looking through the menu like they were supposed to. "You love birds gonna order or do I have to order for you?" The two men before him flushed red. Logan straightened his glasses and quickly picked up the menu to choose his meal. Patton simply giggled, his cheeks tinged pink and planted a kiss to Logan's cheek before turning back to his own menu. Logan flushed a fire hydrant red as he hunched his shoulders and shoved his nose into the menu. 

Virgil snorted and carefully inspected his menu once more before confirming his choice and waiting for the waiter. He glanced out the window and watched as the sun slowly sank below the horizon, allowing a gorgeous effect with the clouds. He let out a contented sigh and glanced back at his menu, sitting open to the page on which his choice sat, to make sure he would be ready to check with it once the waiter came to avoid making a fool of himself. 

As he waited, he looked around the dinner from his viewpoint in the booth he and his friends sat it. The diner itself had a sort of retro design with a sort of breakfast bar on one side and a display case for desserts right as you came in while the other side held tables and booths along with a space in the back that could be closed off if needed. Virgil loved the place. Logan and Patton had their first date here. It was a special place for them. They met here every other week for dinner and sometimes went to a movie afterward. It was a nice little tradition they had made. 

Virgil shifted slightly, letting himself relax a little. Suddenly, a waiter with curly auburn hair styled perfectly and bright white teeth stood at the end of their table. "Hello! My name is Roman, he/him pronouns, and I'll be your server today. Can I get you three something to drink today?" 

Logan and Patton smiled warmly at the man. "An ice water and some raspberry tea please." The man gave a bright, blinding smile as he wrote down their drinks before turning to Virgil.  

Virgil keeps his eyes down as he answered. "A chocolate milk please." The man nodded as he wrote that down and shot a princely grin at him before turning to grab the drinks. 

Virgil let his eyes move from the table to watch the waiter move away with a light blush. Logan raised an eyebrow and he and Patton shared a glance. Virgil stopped looking once he disappeared and turned back to his friends only to be met with twin expectant glances. "What?" He asked somewhat defensively. 

Logan smirked. "Were you just eyeing our waiter?" He asked. 

Virgil flushed red. "What?!?! No!" He exclaimed, somewhat loudly and winced. He sunk down in his seat. "I just-" he glanced over and caught a glimpse of their waiter and he groaned. "He's just one of those peppy, popular, cute, jock, theatre guys."

Virgil's mouth snapped shut as the waiter came back with their drinks. He carefully places Logan's cup of ice water in front of him and Patton's tea down before turning to him with a grin and placed down a mug of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. Virgil's eyes widened and he bit his lip and ripped his eyes away from the drink. Across from him, Patton and Logan gave him confused looks but he shook his head slightly, letting them know he would tell them later. 

"Alright, what would you like to eat this evening?" Roman asked as he pulled out his pad and pen. Logan ordered a salad while Patton ordered pancakes topped with whipped cream and chocolate. Then Roman's eyes were back on him.

Virgil hid his nervousness by glancing down at the menu again. "I'll have the Parmesan Crusted Chicken with a side of mashed potatoes and applesauce, please." 

Roman nodded and wrote down Virgil's order before shooting them a smile as he took their menus and left. Virgil let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Kiddo?" Patton started. 

Virgil nodded his head. "I know. I know. I ordered chocolate milk, not hot chocolate." He bit his lip. "But don't say anything. That would be too awkward." Patton smiled sympathetically. 

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure it’s not partly because then you'd have to tell someone they made a mistake and you're too nervous to do that because you feel some attraction towards this man?" Virgil flushed bright red and growled. Logan raised his hands in defense. 

"He's probably just an airhead. A cute, popular, jock, theatre, looking airhead." 

Patton giggled. "Aw! Virge!" Virgil simply hunched his shoulders and grumbled. 

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Roman groaned as he not so subtlety stared at the hot emo in the booth with the teacher and dad looking people. Remy paused behind him in his work to lower his sunglasses and inspect the emo Roman was staring at. Remy scoffed. "What's wrong, gurl?" He asked as he went back to work. 

"He's hottttttttt!" Roman complained. Remy chuckled. "And he asked for chocolate milk but I gave him hot chocolate because I was trying to subtlety tell him that I like him but he didn't even look at me!"

"Maybe you just need to tell him outright, hon. Sometimes people overthink things." 

Roman sighed dreamily as he watched the emo blush. "Yeah, I'll do that." 

Remy rolled his eyes at his lovestruck friend and tapped his shoulder. "You might want to make sure you bring them their food."

Roman jumped up and scrambled into the kitchen, excited for any excuse to try and talk to the emo again. Remy cracked up laughing as he watched Roman flirt and hand the emo his number as the other two in the booth watched with amused smiles.

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Remus and Daniel busted out laughing as Roman and Virgil recounted the story of how they first got together. "So wait," Daniel started as he tried to stop himself from falling off the couch. "You intentionally messed up his order just to get to tell him he was hot?!?!" 

Roman flushed red, embarrassed. He went to open his mouth only for Virgil to give an uncharacteristic giggle and press a soft kiss to his cheek. "He's a dork. But he's my dork." 

Roman flushed again and hid his face in Virgil's neck as the other two howled with laughter again. 

He may have been embarrassed, but that didn't mean he regretted anything. He had Virgil. And that's all that mattered. 

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Mini Fanfic #421: Lovely Date Night (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

9:05 p.m. at the Crimsonetteé Restaurant....

Tifa: (Looks Around the inside of the Restaurant in Awe) Wow...... I gotta say, you've really picked out a real fancy one for us tonight, huh Cloud?

Cloud: Yeah... I originally thought about taking you out to La Shy Caf��, but the place feels more like a causal meeting if anything.

Tifa: True. (Smiles Softly) But I still be fine with you taking me anywhere really.

Cloud: I know. I just wanted to treat you to something nice, you know?

Tifa: (Teasingly Smirks at Cloud) Has anyone ever told you how much of a Sweetheart you really are?~

Cloud: (Rolled his Eyes) A lot of people, actually....One of them being you.

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) Well, what can I say?~ It is the honest truth, you know?

Cloud: Yeah....But enough about that for now. How are you liking Smash Town so far?

Tifa: I'm loving it so far. I knew it would be interesting and all, but I had no idea this town be this exciting to be around. Plus, almost everyone in the mansion are so amazing to be around. Daisy and Samus especially.

Cloud: I can tell by the fact that you guys been going to the Gym every chance you get.

Tifa: Exactly. Hey, have I ever told you the time I accidentally punched the Knock-Out Meter Machine so hard that it went flying into a nearby wall?

Cloud: (Starts Snickering) Holy Shit. Really?

Tifa: Yep. (Giggles Lightly while playing with her hair a little) Kind of forgot my own strength there...

Cloud: How could you? You're practically the strongest woman I know. Not to mention gorgeous as well. (Winked at Tifa)

Tifa: (Blushes While Smiling Sheepishly) See? I told you you're became a Sweetheart.

Cloud: Hey. I wouldn't be who I am now if it weren't for you guys being there for me. (Smiles Softly) You mean a lot me, you know?

Tifa: (Heart Begins to Melt) Cloud.....

Waitress: (Arrived at Cloud and Tifa's Table) Good Evening! I'm Bethany and I will be your waitress for the night. (Pulls out the Menu) Here's the Drink Menu....(Place the Menu down on the table) and allow me to start you off with a glass of water. (Stares Directly at Cloud) Sparkling or Still?

Cloud: I'll try out.... Sparkling.

Tifa: I'll try Sparkling as-

Bethany: (Completely Ignored Tifa's Request) Excellent! Now, in the meantime, feel free to check out the appetizers. I for one prefer our latest Chili Cheese Fries. (Walks Away)

Tifa: Chili Cheese Fries.....It's been awhile since I made those back in Hollow Basin.

Cloud: Speaking of which, did you ever heard from anyone there as of late?

Tifa: From Barrett. He's actually looking after our bar pretty good so far. With some help from our new employee, of course.

Cloud: Isa right? Blue haired guy? Dating Lea?

Tifa: (Eyes Widened in Surprise) Those two are dating?!

Cloud: Yeah. They're even raising two teens now. Both are names Roxas and Xion. And from what I heard...(Chuckles Lightly) Lea's practically the "Mom" of the family.

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) Aww~ That's Precious.

Meanwhile in Twilight Town....

Lea: (Sudden Place a Hand on his Forehead)

Xion: (Place a Hand on Lea's Arm a bit Worryingly) You okay, Axel?

Lea: Kind of. Don't know why, But....I could've sworn I felt some sort of disturbance right now. I just don't know what it is....

Roxas: (Changing Channels on the T.V. with a Remote) You're thinking too much, man. Relax.

Xion: Roxas' right. It's okay. We're here.

Lea: (Sighs while Shrugging) If you kiddos say so.....

Back in Smash Town.......

Tifa: Seriously though, I think it's sweet of those two to become parent figures to those kids. Kind of remind me of almost everyone back at the mansion.

Cloud: Tell me about it. They are really taking this whole Parenting role that seriously. Not that I have problem with it, of course.

Tifa: Me neither. They really love those kiddos very much. And I'm starting to love them too.

Cloud: (Chuckles Lightly) Really?

Tifa: Yeah. I mean, sure, some of them can be a handful, but most of them, if not, all of them are so precious and fun to be around.

Cloud: I can see you being a pretty cool mom.

Tifa: Really?

Cloud: Yeah. You were able to look after Marlene whenever Barrett is away, so that's a pretty solid proof there.

Tifa: (Smiles Softly) Thanks, Cloud.

Cloud began to Smile back at Tifa when suddenly....

Bethany: (Arrived back at the Table) Hey there. Has we have the chance to look at the menu?

Tifa: Uh.... Actually, you think we could order a choice the dessert first? (Look Through her Menu) Cause I've heard quite a lot about your famous White Chocolate Soffle, and I honestly wouldn't mind trying one, two, or maybe three of them out. Or Maybe.....(Continues Speaking)

Bethany: (Turns to Cloud) I'm not sure if you know this by now, buuuuut we have quite a lot of specials this evening. A Nice Floating Island, with a dash of Crème Anglaise.....(Place a Folded Piece of Paper Down....All While Giving Cloud a Flirty Smile) And my number~

Tifa: ...........And about those Creamy Pies- (Looks up to see The Waitress Looking at Cloud) Uh.... Cloud, is everything's okay-

Cloud: Just a second. (Looks down at the paper and back up at the Waitress with a Raised Eyebrow) So? You're really seriously about doing this right now?

Bethany: Completely. I get off at Ten....(Flirty Grin Grew a bit Wider) So I can take you out instead~

Tifa: Wait. What is she-

Cloud: (Got up from table) Alright, Bethany or whoever your name is, a Few Things. One: I'm not interested in you and I never will be. Two: In case you're too dense enough to realize this, you could clearly see that my date is sitting right in front of us as speak. And Three and....Most Importantly: We are still waiting for our glasses of Sparkling Water. Now if you really value your job and your dignity....(Gives the Waitress an Annoyed, Intense Glare) You knock it off with your Pointless Flirting, Cut the Bullshit, and Get us our God Damn Water. Got it?

Bethany: ('Groans in Defeat'') Okay, fine.....You could've just said "no". God.... (Walks Away) You don't have to be Huge Emo Jackass about it.....

Tifa: (Slowly Turns to the walking Waitress with a Very Not So Pleased Look on her Face) Excuse you?

Bethany: (Stops and Finally Gives Tifa Her Attention) What do you want?

Tifa: (Got up from her Table) Ma'am. I'm gonna give you five seconds to turn back around and apologize to my boyfriend for what you just said....right now.

Bethany: ('Scoffs') Or what, Tits for Brains? You're gonna try picking a fight with-

*Smash*

Tifa slams a Table Down to the Ground at Ease, which made the Waitress' Eyes Widened in Shock and Fear.

Tifa: Apologize. Now.

Bethany: (Cowers Back in Fear) Alright! Alright! I-I-I'm s-so so sorry! Please don't hurt me!

Tifa: (Walks by the Waitress) Oh and uh....(Gives her a $50 Bill) For the Table. (Walks Away)

Cloud: (Gives the Waitress a Dollar Bill Before Walking away as well) And for your service.

Bethany: Uh....This is only a One Dollar Bill......

Cloud: (From a Distance) Don't care. We're not coming back.

Outside.......

Tifa: (Walking Right Next to Cloud on the Sidewalk) Cloud, I am so sorry for that. Really.

Cloud: (Chuckles Lightly) Don't be. That was the best thing I've seen all day. Plus.....(Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing a Little) I honestly thinks really cool of you to stand up for me like that, you know?

Tifa: (Gently Grab Cloud's Hand While Walking with a Sincere Smile on her Face) Hey. I told you I'll always be there for you no matter what. You mean so much me.

Cloud: (Squeezes Tifa's hand a Little While Smiling Back at her) You mean a lot to me too, Tifa. Thank you.

Tifa: (Gives Cloud a Kiss on the Cheek) You're very welcome, handsome~ (Winked at Cloud)

Cloud: (Blushes Even More) Sooooooo.....Uhh..... There's this Burger Place Ren mentioned a few miles from here, pretty cheap. You wanna go eat there instead?

Tifa: ('Sighs Relaxingly') Honestly, I've been wanting a Burger for a long while now..... (Smiles Brightly) I'm in.

Cloud: Cool. Also, uh..... maybe afterwards, we could go back to the Mansion, watch a movie.... maybe cuddling through it as well-

Tifa: ('Gasps') Cloud Strife, are you actually asking me out on a Cuddle Session?~

Cloud: ('Sighs in Defeat') Guess I am.....

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) Welllllllllll~ I, for one, would love that very much. Thanks, Sweetie~

Cloud: ....................Damn you're cute.

Tifa: (Smirks Teasingly and Flirtingly at Cloud) And you're Adorable~ A lot more than I thought you would be actually~

Cloud: You'll let me live it down, will you?

Tifa: Probably not, 'hon~ (Gives Cloud Another Kiss on the Cheek While Walking the Night Away Together)

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Another angsty Anderson family au fic. Megan is almost six and Kyle is nine.

Enjoy!

Kyle shifted uncomfortably in his tight shoes as Sidney helped straighten his tie. “Hold still, now…” his adoptive father whispered gently.

“Dad, why do I have to dress like this?” Kyle asked with a small groan. “I don’t even dress like this for church.”

Sidney grinned as he straightened the tie and fixed his foster son’s white collared shirt. “Because you want to look nice for court,” he told him. “You’re gonna be in front of a judge and a couple of lawyers.” He stood up and brushed aside Kyle’s bangs with his fingers. “Besides, you’re gonna see your mama today. Don’t you wanna look nice and clean for her?”

“She won’t care,” Kyle muttered. He looked up at Sidney and frowned. “She never took the time to help me get dressed like this so she probably won’t even notice.”

“Hey, now, don’t talk like that,” Sidney replied. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

Kyle smirked and stroked the smooth satin fabric of his striped tie. “Thanks for helping me.”

Sidney smiled. “Any time, kiddo. Hell, you’re easier to dress than your papa.”

“Sid!” John’s voice suddenly echoed from their bedroom. “I can’t find my cuff links!”

Kyle giggled as his father playfully rolled his eyes. “Tuck in your shirt,” he told him as he walked out of the room. “You don’t have cuff links, John,” he yelled down the hallway.

“The hell I don’t!” his husband insisted. “They’re little silver ones. I thought they were in a white box from Macy’s that was in my dresser, but it appears that somebody moved them while he was doing laundry.”

“My Lord, John Anderson…” Sidney moaned to himself as he went into their bedroom.

Kyle messily tucked in his pressed white shirt and cinched his belt that was just a bit too big for his small waist. He heard a soft knock on the door frame and turned to see Megan.

“Hey,” he murmured.

“Hey,” she said. “Why can’t I go with ya’ll?”

“Because you don’t need to go,” Kyle told her.

“Maybe I wanna go.”

“It’s a custody hearing, Megan,” he said. “About me.”

“What’s a custody hearing?” she asked.

Kyle let out an impatient sigh as he pulled on his blazer. “I have to go and see if my mom wants me or not.”

“But, I thought she hurt you,” Megan said as she walked into his room and sat on the bed.

“She didn’t mean it,” Kyle said quickly. “She was sick and now she’s better.”

They were quiet as they both stared at the floor. “Don’t you like it here?” Megan asked.

Kyle felt his eyes begin to sting with the start of tears, but he sniffed them back, saying, “I like it here…but’s it’s not my choice, I don’t think.”

“Well…tell your mama that you wanna stay!”

“It’s not my choice!”

Megan looked down at his bedspread and traced the constellation Orion with her finger. “So…you’re not gonna be my brother anymore?”

Kyle stormed out of his room and thumped down the stairs. Megan hugged her arms around herself and lay down on his pillow.

Later, John opened the car door for Kyle. He climbed into the backseat and looked out the window to find Megan sitting on the porch swing, watching them.

John walked over to the driver side where Sidney was waiting to kiss him goodbye.

“Ya’ll got snacks in there?” he asked his husband.

“Yeah, yeah,” John said. “Granola bars, peanut butter sandwiches, apple slices, water thermos. Mercy, Sid. It’s only a two-hour drive to the courthouse.”

“You never—“

“You never know, I know. You always say that.”

Sidney watched as John put his hands on hips and looked down at his shoes. “You nervous?”

John let out a heavy sigh. “I…I don’t know, babe. I just want the best for him, you know? He’s been under our roof for the past ten months. We’ve given him a pretty decent livin’, and now…” He looked at Sidney. “I couldn’t live with myself if his mom ended up hurtin’ him again.”

“Honey,” Sidney whispered. “We don’t know what’s gonna happen today. Hell, you haven’t even gotten in the car yet.” He leaned in and pressed his lips hard against John’s cheek. “Ya’ll ain’t gonna be alone. Rosie will be there with you.”

John nodded as Sidney handed him a travel mug full of hot coffee. “Yeah. That’s mighty sweet of her. Lord knows I’m gonna need someone to keep me in check.”

“And Rosie is just the person to kick you in the ass to make you stand tall. Speakin’ of which, you’re gonna be late; you better go pick her up.”

They exchanged a grin and John gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Love you,” he said.

“Love you, too,” Sidney replied. He peered into the backseat and waved at Kyle. “I’ll see ya this evenin’, okay?”

Kyle smirked again and leaned his head back.

John climbed into the driver seat. “Click it or ticket, Kyle.”

After watching the car leave their driveway, Sidney heard a muffled whine behind him. He turned toward the front porch to see Megan with a red nose and tears streaming down both cheeks.

“Oh, angel, what’s the matter?” Sidney asked as he stepped to the edge of the porch. Megan didn’t reply. “Is it because Kyle might leave us?”

Megan nodded as she let out a sob. “I don’t want him to go back to his mama!” she wailed.

Sidney hopped onto the porch and lifted her from the swing. Her little arms flew around his neck as she continued to weep. “I want him to stay! I…want…my…brother!!”

Her father squeezed her in a loving hug as he gently patted her back. “I know, darlin’. I want him to stay, too.”

He carried her into the house and leaned against a wall in the foyer. “You love him, huh?” Megan nodded. “I do, too, honey.”

“Then why can’t he stay?” she whimpered.

“We’re his foster home. That means he can only stay with us until he goes back to his mama or he finds a family.”

Megan wiped her cheeks. “But we are a family, Daddy,” she said.

Sidney bit his lip, not knowing how to respond to her, so he kissed her forehead.

The hours dragged along on that hot day in Rome. Sidney kept himself busy by catching up on the loads of laundry that were stacked high in baskets down in the washroom. Megan tried playing with her stuffed animals and, when she was bored of that, she would flip through her childrens’ edition of the Bible.

Sidney made them a simple lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches and chips and, afterwards, sent Megan outside with a couple of Oreo cookies.

He watched her climb onto the tire swing that John had helped tie up for the kids. She swayed slowly and hugged the rope as she ate her dessert.

It wasn’t until close to supper time when the pale green Prius pulled back into the driveway. Megan looked up from the cricket she was following in the grass and smiled. “Kyle!” she shouted happily as he got out of the car.

She started to walk to him, but stopped when she saw him rush into the house, his white shirt dirty and his black pants ripped at the shins. Megan was afraid that he fell on the sidewalk at the courthouse.

“Kyle, wait!” she hollered again as she ran to the house.

John stopped her by gently grabbing her shoulder. “Let him go, Bug,” he said in a low voice. “He needs to be in his room.”

“Is he in trouble, Papa?” Megan asked, now quite worried.

“Just leave him be, alright?” John told her as he walked to the house.

She held back for a bit and then finally followed him inside where she heard her fathers in the kitchen.

“---us waiting for six hours for her to show up!” she heard John’s angry tone. “Even her fuckin’ attorney didn’t turn up until three-o-clock!”

“Well, what happened?” Sidney asked. “Doesn’t that basically forfeit her custody if she doesn’t show up for the hearing?”

“That’s what I thought, too. But, Sidney…this bitch—“

“John, I know you’re pissed off, but she’s still Kyle’s mother,” Sidney admonished him. “There’s no need for—“

“She certainly didn’t fuckin’ act like it!” John shouted. “You weren’t there, Sidney. I had to…” he paused and took a deep breath. “When we were about to leave, her attorney finally shows up. He tells the judge that…Kyle…god dammit…”

Megan sat against the wall in the foyer and clutched her knees as she heard the break in John’s voice.

“She signed him over, Sid,” he said.

“Signed him…you mean she…?”

“Doesn’t want him,” John finished his sentence for him. “He’s a ward of the state of West Virginia. He’s officially an orphan now.”

Sidney put his hand over his mouth and closed his eyes. “Jesus…” he whispered. “After all that? Makin’ him wait?”

“Yeah,” John nodded, his anger rising again. “Makin’ him wait. In a hot fuckin’ court room with no windows and a shitty A/C!” He shook his head and took another deep breath. “Oh, but that ain’t the kicker, honey. Oh, no…”

“What do you mean?”

“We leave the courthouse and Rosie is outside waitin’ on us until Kyle suddenly just takes off! He starts runnin’ toward a car that’s parked along the sidewalk. And guess who’s in the fuckin’ car, Sid! His mama! He’s screamin’ at her! Poundin’ on the car window, kickin’ the tires, throwin’ rocks at her! Just hollerin’ at the top of his lungs ‘Why, Mama, why?!’”

Sidney had crossed his arms as he listened. He sighed. “That poor boy,”

“Baby, I swear…I’ve never seen rage like that,” John said. “And comin’ from a little boy. I had to pry him away from the car. Rosie was yellin’, too, and everybody was watchin’ us. But you know what really burns me?”

He took off his glasses and wiped his eyes that were swelling with tears. “She didn’t even fuckin’ look at him,” he said in a strained voice. “She didn’t look at him, Sid. Why did she put him through all this? I mean…it wasn’t enough that she beat the shit out of him and locked him in a closet, but god dammit she wouldn’t even look at him! Her own child!”

Megan watched as Sidney held his husband who was now clutching his shoulders and sobbing against him. She knew that her papa’s father was mean to him, and she knew that was one of the reasons they wanted to start fostering children who came from households like the one he was raised in.

Megan was an abandoned child, too, until her fathers began fostering her when she was two months old. They fell in love with her and, by the time she reached her first birthday, John and Sidney had turned in adoption applications.

She had secretly prayed every night for the last few months for God to let Kyle be adopted by them, too. Maybe this was a chance for that prayer being answered!

However, she didn’t want her prayer to be answered like this, with Kyle heartbroken and neglected. Was that part of God’s plan for him, though?

It isn’t a very nice plan, she thought. Maybe Papa can tell me if it is or not.

“How long you been there, sweetheart?” Sidney’s voice came from the kitchen.

Megan stood up and approached them. John’s face was bright red but his tears were subsiding. He picked her up and rested her on his hip. “Hey, Bug,” he said. “Can Papa have a big hug?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he smiled. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Your hugs always make me feel better.”

“Did you hear everything just now?” Sidney asked.

Megan nodded and John cleared his throat. “You, uh…you know not to say all those cuss words, right?”

“Mm-hm,” she said. “I know, Papa.” She looked at Sidney. “So, is Kyle gonna stay with us now?”

“For a little while longer, yeah,” Sidney replied.

“How long?”

“We’re not sure, baby,” John told her.

“May I go talk to him?” she asked.

“Not right now, Bug. Give him some time. He’s tired.”

There was a moment of quiet between the three of them until Megan said, “Papa?”

“Yeah?”

“Is this God’s plan?”

John raised his eyebrows. “His plan? Well…maybe. God has a plan for us all.”

“Well,” Megan said, “I was an orphan, too, and then God put me with ya’ll and then ya’ll adopted me. Could Kyle’s plan be the same as the one God has for me?”

John licked his lips and looked at his husband, bewildered. Sidney let out a soft laugh. “Possibly,” he said.

“Yeah,” John agreed. “Possibly. You know what you can do, though, precious?”

“What, Papa?” asked Megan.

“You can pray for him. Pray that he has strength.”

She smiled. “And that’ll work?”

“I’m not sayin’ it’ll work. I’m sayin’ it’s the best we can do for him right now. Give him a roof over his head and a prayer every night.” John grinned.

“I think I can manage that,” she assured him.

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Review: Boatwright’s Dining Hall at Port Orleans Riverside – Including NEW Menu Items!

Boatwright’s Dining Hall might just be one of Walt Disney World‘s best-kept dining secrets. Located within Port Orleans Riverside, it’s a great spot to seek out if you’re looking for a quiet table service dinner outside of the parks.

Boatwright’s Dining Hall

Boatwright’s has had a few menu updates since our last visit and most recent guest review (hello, All-You-Care-to-Enjoy Chef’s Platter!), so we were excited to get back to Port Orleans Riverside to check it out.

Atmosphere

If you weren’t looking for Boatwright’s Dining Hall, you might never know it’s there. This table service restaurant is open for dinner only and specializes in down-home, southern-style cuisine. It’s also one of the easier Walt Disney World restaurants to get into without a reservation or on short notice.

Outside at Port Orleans Resort — Riverside

Boatwright’s Dining Hall recently debuted the All-You-Care-to-Enjoy Chef’s Platter, and we were very much looking forward to the opportunity to try it out.

Boatwright’s All You Care to Enjoy Chef’s Platter

But first! This restaurant is themed after an old boat construction warehouse, so you can anticipate being greeted with warm lighting, a casual feel, and various boat-building tools and boat hulls as decor.

Boatwright’s Host Stand

Boatwright’s — There’s a Boat Hull “In Progress” Hanging from the Ceiling

The theme of a boat-building warehouse is carried through from the in-progress boat hull to the tools on the wall to the compass-like in-lay on the tables.

Boatwright’s Ship Building Tool Decor

Whether you’re here for a dinner for two or have your whole family with you, Boatwright’s can accommodate groups of any size. Plus, the kiddos in your group will probably love looking at all of the tools on the wall and listening as the parents make up the purpose of the tool!

Seating and decor

Cozy seating. Love the light fixtures!

Boatwright’s Seating

Alright, I think it’s time to place our order!

Boatwright’s

Starters

As we’ve mentioned once or twice before, there’s an addition to the menu here. You can now get an All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter here in addition to other entrees.

Boatwrights Menu

Boatwright’s also offers a special “Best of the Bayou” Menu which is a four-course prix-fixe menu. This menu really does offer some of the best or most popular items on their full menu, so if you’re looking for this type of meal dive in!

Boatwright’s “Taste of the Bayou” Menu

A full bar, River Roost, is next door and Boatwright’s can offer a full range of cocktails, beers, non-alcoholic specialty drinks, as well as fountain drinks.

Boatwright’s Drinks Menu

Each meal at Boatwright’s Dining Hall starts with warm, sweet cornbread and fluffy whipped butter. This is still complementary, which is nice…so many restaurants now charge for the bread service.

Cornbread with Whipped Butter

If you’d like something more than cornbread, there are plenty of appetizers available!

The Andouille Sausage-Cheese Dip ($13) is served in a bread bowl and features Andouille sausage in a three cheese blend.

Andouille Sausage-Cheese Dip

This one is yummy, but the well in the bread for the cheese dip is small. So the cheese dip portion is on the stingy side. If your favorite part of this is eating the bread bowl afterwards, you’ll be fine. But if you’re looking for ample dip, this won’t suffice.

Still the flavors are excellent, and this isn’t too spicy if you have a less adventurous eater in your party.

Andouille Sausage-Cheese Dip

Continuing the cheese theme, the Mardi Gras Fritters ($9) are filled with house-made pimiento cheese and are served over pepper jelly. These were highly recommended to me by a friend and I can totally see why!

Mardi Gras Fritters

Our server told us that these are “what mozzarella cheese sticks want to be when they grow up,” and that’s basically the perfect description. They have a mozzarella cheese stick feel…just with bigger flavors.

Mardi Gras Fritters

Entrees

Entree time! Let’s start with the new on the menu All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter. With this platter, you get bottomless ribs, Nashville hot chicken, smoked sausage, barbecued beef brisket, mashed potatoes, macaroni & cheese, street corn, and green beans for $33.

It reminds us a lot of the All-You-Care to Enjoy Skillet at Wilderness Lodge‘s Whispering Canyon Cafe. This All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter at Boatwright’s is a great opportunity to try a variety of different dishes and sides that’ll please multiple palates.

All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter

Unfortunately it’s not all “wow” material. The hot chicken had great flavor, but was tough and dry; and unfortunately the breading was almost sharp feeling and too crunchy. The brisket was fine, but not as flavorful as I’d like. The sausage was very good, and the ribs were very tender and acceptable flavor-wise. The mac and cheese was creamy, but bland. And the corn wasn’t akin to any elotes or street corn I’ve had before. It just didn’t come together.

So the skillet is an OK option if you want to try a lot of different things; but I’d probably stick with one of the better entrees like the prime rib or jambalaya, personally.

The Deep South Shrimp and Grits ($23) comes with creamy, Charleston-style grits, Andouille sausage, and sustainable shrimp, topped off with red-eye gravy.

The gravy here was truly delicious, and the grits and shrimp were quite good. The sausage gave some great flavor as well. If you’re a shrimp and grits fan, I’d recommend.

Deep South Shrimp and Grits

General Fulton’s Prime Rib ($35) is slow-roasted in Boatwright’s signature blend of chicory-coffee seasoning and served alongside mashed potatoes, seasonal vegetables, and horseradish cream. This was as good as it’s always been — not as good as the Prime Rib over at the new Snow White character meal at Artist Point, but still worth the price.

General Fulton’s Prime Rib

You can’t have a southern-style restaurant without Jambalaya. A New Orleans classic, Boatwright’s Jambalaya ($19), features spicy shrimp, chicken, and Andouille sausage over rice. A vegetarian version is available, too! This is one of my favorite dishes here historically, but, honestly, it might be better to grab it at Sassagoula Float Works over at Port Orleans French Quarter — I think it’s a little better there (and cheaper).

Boatwright’s Jambalaya

Desserts

You can’t have dinner at Walt Disney World without having dessert, right!? We ordered four on our visit and they were ALL delicious — seriously the highlight of the meal! The major bummer for desserts here, though, was that instead of buttercream frosting, the restaurant used whipped panna cotta as an accent texture. I really missed that sweet-salty flavor and heavier texture of the buttercream frosting here.

Boatwrights Dessert Menu

Boatwright’s After-Dinner Drinks Menu

First up was this Red Velvet Cheesecake ($8). The red velvet was clearing an accent here as there wasn’t much of it; but there didn’t need to be. The cheesecake was excellent on its own, though my dining companion and I both thought that this could be a no-added-sugar dessert considering how little sweetness there was to it.

Red Velvet Cheesecake

According to the menu, there’s bourbon-vanilla cream involved, but that’s not really a flavor we tasted a lot of.

Red Velvet Cheesecake

The Joie de Vivre Peanut Butter Mousse Cake ($8) comes with peanut brittle and triple berry sauce. I expected this one to be a typical blah-bland “candy bar” dessert as I’ve seen in so many Disney restaurants lately. But I was SUPER surprised! The peanut butter layer was almost like a light cookie dough, and the flavors were SO GOOD. I can definitely recommend this one! The bottom layer, by the way, is a super dense brownie.

Joie de Vivre Peanut Butter Mousse Cake

How about some St. Louis Gooey Butter Cake ($8)? I LOVE LOVE LOVE butter cake, and always order it when it’s on a menu. This one was wonderful — if a little too sweet (I know, how is that possible!?). This version is topped with bourbon sauce and toffee brittle.

St. Louis Gooey Butter Cake

Don’t worry, we didn’t forget the chocolate! Spiced chocolate sauce and whipped vanilla panna cotta have come together to make this Mississippi Mud Pie ($7). Even though I’m not a huge fan of the all-chocolate-all-the-time desserts, this one was actually very, very good.

Mississippi Mud Pie

If you’re looking for southern comfort food in a casual, comfortable atmosphere, give Boatwright’s Dining Hall a try! It’s tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the theme parks and the resort quick service locations, and you won’t have to stress yourself out trying to get a reservation. From meat-heavy dishes to vegetarian options, there’s something for everyone in your travel party!

I know a lot of my readers and viewers don’t LOVE this one, but honestly I’m pretty pleased with it each time I go.

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Life in Chogoria

February 6, 2017

Today was day 7 in a row of working at PCEA Chogoria Hospital. For the previous six days Dr. Clark and I have been rounding on the men’s ward (the males and females are split between two inpatient wards – the other wards include surgery, pediatrics, OB/GYN, and private). Over the weekend the coverage reduces and procedures, discharges are somewhat on hold – which makes inpatient medicine with sick people very challenging. We have had several deaths on the men’s side that have been challenging to bear – in Traverse City I have only had one patient pass away on my service and he was very ill in the ICU and opted for comfort measures. Since being in Chogoria there have been six within the last 7days. I take them very personally and a dark place in your mind wonders "is it because of me?” – but then I remind myself how much I advocate for these patients during the day and just how sick they are. We had one guy with a hemorrhagic stroke who had expansion of his bleed due to resistant hypertension – in a ward where the blood pressure cuff works 50% of the time and there is a delay of hours to days when a new medicine order is put in, and where we do not have access to percutaneous intervention. Another patient had severe nephrotic syndrome with recurrent ascites filling his abdomen that was resistant to treatment. He passed away from respiratory failure prior to being placed on dialysis because the machines had been broken for a while and the technician/specialist who could initiate dialysis wasn’t due to arrive for a few more days – he was in his twenties. However - undergoing dialysis is not comfortable. Patients often feel sick when they get dialysis and it usually lasts up 4hours every other day - for the rest of your life - which is ultimately shortened anyways due to the severity of disease required to consider even initiating dialysis. If he had survived long enough to get dialysis, it is quite possible that it would have been an unpleasant and still very much shortened life. Another twenty something year old was emaciated from HIV and the lab technician missed drawing his labs for three days despite reminders and pointing out the patient. I have noticed that patients with known HIV that has progressed to illness and malnutrition tend to get less attentive care from nursing and ancillary services like xray and laboratory. In a system where it is not common for very ill people to not get labs drawn for a few days, this can certainly accelerate patient mortality. However, if you calculate a patient’s prognosis (expected life outcome) due to the severity of their HIV illness, even with top notch medical care you may not extend their lifespan more than a few months or a year once they have become so ill. So perhaps it ends up being the kinder end to pass away with an acute illness rather than drag on living in a hospital for 12 more months with such poor quality of life. It certainly depends on your outlook on life because this can look suspiciously like neglect and bias against those with HIV. In Kenya the idea of Do Not Resuscitate does not work, because culturally this looks like neglect. Palliative care has similar negative connotations in the US and Kenya however is perhaps less welcome in Kenya – in the US I think if more people were educated in what it truly means there would be little resistance whereas here in Kenya, if people were more educated on it they would still resist it.  

While the patient deaths and hospital inefficiency challenges have been difficult (albeit not unexpected), I have had some really great experiences too. I really enjoyed working with Janet and Musa while on men’s inpatient ward. We created a nice team of collaboration and were all engaged with the patients and patient care. There was no oppressive hierarchy – we were all contributing to improve patent wellness. We went out to dinner at Lenana’s with the clinical officers and visiting medical students on Thursday night and had an interesting discussion regarding strikes and protests internationally, prompted by a new national nursing strike in Kenya on top of the already going physician and university strike. The food was lacking (and this was the second time we went to Lenana’s and they had run out of food) but this might be biased by the fact that we asked for pilau w vegetables and received chicken rice with cabbage. We returned for lunch the following day (we had heard their lunch menu typically was more robust) and I was not disappointed with a mashed root vegetable with spinach-like greens. They also have fresh squeezed tropical fruits (sooo good). On Saturday afternoon we hiked the ravine behind our apartment compound to look for a waterfall. Due to the drought we found some boulders and mosquito breeding cesspools, but the view at the top of the boulder pile/head of the ravine was beautiful as we got our first glimpse of Mount Kenya in the background. Chogoria rests in the foothills of the mountain so it is hard to see it with the intervening hills. We had to shower after the walk back on the dusty red dirt road. On Sunday evening we lounged for several hours in Dr. Clark’s backyard, picking vegetables and herbs, reading on her swing, basking in the sunlight (slathered in SPF 30), and she made us dinner that we ate on her front porch with a dessert of papaya, passionfruit, lime, and freshly picked mint. We then played cards until the sun went down while listening to the a capella singing of the several surrounding girls’ schools. We have also been eating significant amounts of tropical fruit (perhaps spurred on by reports of winter storms and below-freezing temperatures back home). Today I had half a mango for breakfast (with yogurt) and probably one third of a yellow pineapple for dessert. Not to mention my avocado grilled cheese I also had today and the taste/trial of horny melon that we had prior to dinner (I think it wasn’t ripe yet – unless it’s supposed to taste like a sour cucumber). Jen picked a papaya from the tree behind Dr. Clark’s backyard and we have our eyes on the avocado tree and neighboring mango trees.

Today we went to Chapel in the morning (every Monday this is a time for the hospital to make announcements and introduce new people). Although the prayer was appx 10minutes long I did stay focused long enough to hear the sermon – there was mention of Trump and his ridiculousness name calling this “so-called judge” and fear mongering in the context of Kenya’s election coming up later this year. The message was focused on putting God first during this challenging time however the guy lost me when he started mentioning the evils of homosexuality and taking religion out of schools. Instead of rotating on the men’s ward today I followed Jason for the morning in the NICU and on pediatrics.

In the NICU incubator is a 35day old infant who was born between 24-26week estimated gestational age by spontaneous vaginal delivery. Today is the day we are going to see how he does outside of the incubator as he is now 1.7kg.

On pediatrics we had to inform a mom that her 11month old had end-stage liver disease. The patient had evidently presented with hepatitis and diagnosis of biliary atresia approximately 6months ago and was referred to Nairobi for a stent placement (to drain the blocked duct) – however when the surgeon opened the abdomen it was obvious that the liver had suffered too much damage so they had to close the abdomen without placing the stent. Since that time the family has been home, however the mother re-presented to Chogoria due to worsening jaundice and poor feeding. The poor baby had ascites, venous congestion with veins criss-crossing the abdomen, jaundice, and was small for her age. The process of explaining the disease and need for palliative care to the mother was challenging to begin with but almost impossible when there was a language barrier. The clinical officer tried however I am unsure whether the empathy was well transmitted.

Another 6year old kiddo who has mysterious systemic lymph node swelling, low platelet counts, hemoglobin, and no obvious derangement on peripheral smear was scheduled for a bone marrow aspiration today. Provi – a US trained physician who was raised in Kenya as a young child – showed such care for him as she carried his small frame from the pediatric ward to the minor theatre (operating room) and held him tight while he had his IV placed. He did so well with the bone marrow aspiration; we did sedate him with ketamine but prior to that he lay calmly on the operating table next to his dad, gingerly holding his new IV site. He has the thickest eyelashes I have seen so far while in Kenya.

Afterwards I rounded with Provi, Lena, and Eric on female medical ward, so I spent the morning getting to know the new group of patients. I was again impressed with Provi’s compassion with patients – it really helps when you are able to speak the same language and you have such good bedside manner. I couldn’t help but duck over to the men’s ward a few times today to check on the status of our more ill patients and wave/smile hello, habari to a few others. This is when I heard of the passing of one of our mystery illness patient’s. He had been encephalopathic for several days after previously being able to chat with us and developing renal failure after we diuresed him from heart failure exacerbation. He likely had severe sepsis from an unknown source, likely meningitis, however the empiric antibiotics we started were not sufficient to overcome his illness. A point-of-care cardiac ultrasound performed earlier today showed a barely pumping heart. We actually received some lab results back on him after he had passed away – he had an INR of 50 suggesting systemic coagulopathy. We were unable to perform a CT scan of his brain to rule out stroke versus infection as he was not on the national insurance plan and his family had not come to visit him so we had no one to pay for it – in Kenya you pay for the procedure or imaging prior to it being performed. If you cannot pay, you cannot get the procedure.