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lucas-koh · 3 years

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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC XIV

Open Heart; only somewhat canon compliant.

Parts 1-13 linked in bio

Song: When My Love Won’t Stick To You - Whitaker

Rating: M, swearing, sexual language, references of violence

Word Count: 3286

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A/N: just to say Stitches will not be updating next Friday, since it’s Christmas Day I will not be majorly online. I’ll be posting again Jan 1st 2021💛

Chapter Fourteen: Everything Goes But The Memories Made

“What?” She barely whispered, her head spinning. Bryce had just revealed to her that he remembered her from their college days when they’d shared a kiss once, drunk.

He looked nervous, afraid to continue, but he did.

“Truth be told, I always had a soft spot for you. You know when you just feel warm around someone, even if you barely know them? That’s how you made me feel. When I’d see you studying at the library with snacks and coffee splayed all around you, or when I’d see you at the hospital for lectures, it was always just a mental ‘hey, I know you’ and suddenly everything would feel okay. Seeing someone you recognise is really grounding, you know? Especially when there’s a distance and you don’t really know them. And I liked the competition of it all, that you were so smart and always number 1 but didn’t even know it was me at number 2, because you were so confident in your own abilities you didn’t need to look back. I wanted to be your friend, but you didn’t seem to have the time, so I let you be. And then you kissed me at that frat party and I thought, god, this is amazing. I didn’t think into it too much - college and all - but I have thought about it a lot since. And then when you crashed into me on our first day at Edenbrook, at first I didn’t know who you were. You look different, you know. It’s been like, seven years, after all, it wasn’t until I saw your name tag that it hit me. Why you’d felt so familiar. But I wanted to wait until you recognised me too, if you even did. And then when you did, I got nervous, and tried to ignore it.”

Holy shit. He… he really remembered me. Not even just from the kiss, either, he remembered me before that.

Suki stammered a little before the words came out, “…Bryce… I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just say?”

“Honestly? I was embarrassed that you didn’t recognise me to begin with. More so, I was embarrassed that I’d known you and recognised you and always thought about you every now and then and you hadn’t,” he said. “I guess it felt sort of… creepy?”

“Wow…” was all she could stifle out. She was at a loss for much more.

Bryce had remembered her, for all this time. Things felt like they were looking up, the way he’d opened up to her and finally told her the truth. Unfortunately, the altercation with Fred and Ben wouldn’t stop nagging at the back of Suki’s brain.

“…sorry,” Bryce exhaled, rubbing his hand across his neck bashfully.

“No, I- don’t worry. I get it. It was just a kiss I’m sure you had loads, but it’s weird.”

“This is why- I didn’t want you to think I was weird.”

“No! Not you! I’m really glad I’m not forgettable,” she laughed lightly, “it’s weird that… oh god it’s going to sound ridiculous.”

“It can’t sound more ridiculous than what I just said. I won’t laugh,” he said, then twisted the corner of his mouth up into a grin, “maybe.”

She sighed, burying her head in her hands before coming out with it. “I guess it just feel like we keep being pulled together, like, i don’t know,” she felt her cheeks become seriously hot, “fate.”

Bryce had lied, because he burst out laughing, which then devolved into a coughing fit and had Suki patting him on the back. Maybe a little harder than she was meant to.

“Ow!”

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” Except she was laughing, too.

“I know, I know. You just looked funny. Honestly? I do see what you mean. All signs pointing to us ended up here,” he gestured between them, sat facing each-other in his bed.

Maybe this cosmic power she’d been cursing for all the early embarrassing encounters wasn’t so bad after all.

—-

Bryce and Suki talked for hours about college, and their stories, and people they knew in common. They laughed about how Suki didn’t even know Bryce sat near her in most lectures, and only knew him by his reputation.

A little later, after raking through Bryce’s Stanford yearbook and finding Suki in there, Bryce pulled out his high school yearbook.

“This is my senior photo. Just before graduation.”

Bryce was smiling up from the page, his golden tinged hair darker and shoulder length, and silver piercings shone from his ear, eyebrow, nostril, and lip. When Suki had known him he’d been piercing free.

“Oh my god! Why the hell did you stop looking like this for college? You know, I might’ve actually spoken to you if you’d looked like this.”

“Eh. I wanted to be taken more seriously. Why?”

“Don’t make me say it you dick.”

He nudged closer, smug all over his face. “What?”

“Because it looks good on you.”

“So I don’t look good like this?” He motioned down his body, which might’ve been sexy if he was in better shape. Well, as in his cold. His physique was perfect…

Suki gave him an affectionately knowing smile, “of course you do. I like the way you look very much,” she nodded. Then when Bryce’s face lit up she added: “but you’re not going to catch me saying that again anytime soon, okay? Your ego is big enough.”

Bryce moved to get up from the bed, “look, I’m just going to the piercing shop I won’t be long-“

Suki pulled him back down to the bed with a laugh, “Bryce! Although I wouldn’t oppose I’m not sure you’d be allowed in surgeries looking like metal face.”

“It would make things interesting though…”

“What?”

“A lip ring. Maybe a tongue ring. Imagine the kissing, or me going down on you…”

“Bryce.”

“What! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t consider it.”

“You are not getting any action while you’re sick.”

He leaned closer to her in the bed, “I got you to kiss me.”

She sighed and pulled the back of her hand up to check his temperature. Before she got there however, he took it from her.

“What’s this?” He brushed a finger lightly across her fingers, by the edge of the bandaging.

Ah, crap. This guy really does make me lose my mind. I’d forget my name if I spent too long around him.

“Work casualty,” she tried to laugh nonchalantly and pull her hand back to his forehead to seem normal. But he brought it back down to inspect it. His brow furrowed as he tried to decide what was under the gauze, and then he used one of his hands to grab Suki’s other one. He turned this one so that the palm was facing up and the scars from the month before were visible; standing paler than her skin tone right in the centre.

He held each hand in his own like they were feathers, opposite directions up.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, moving his thumb as if about to graze over the scars, asking permission.

“No, go ahead.”

He followed the neat shape of the puckered skin with the pad of his thumb, as gentle as he had been when he’d stitched it. Suki’s hand felt cold under his touch, the sensation on her scar able to feel each fingerprint dragging over.

He dropped her scarred hand somewhat to the mattress, but still held it in his own, shifting their hands slightly so that it was more of a classic hand-hold.

Suki tried not to focus on the bolt of electricity coursing from that spot. She’d wanted to hold his hand for so long, and here he was holding it like it was no big deal. His thumb ran up and down her skin in a soothing motion.

He turned his attention to the other, biting his lip as he looked.

“Whatever caused this, it’s gonna have to answer some questions.”

“It was just, uh, slammed it in the double doors. Those are heavy,” she cleared her throat, hating every fibre of herself for lying.

“Stupid door.” He brought his face down to the bandaged hand and placed a featherlight kiss to the top of her knuckles, “I’m a surgeon, I have magic kisses.”

“Oh dear,” she laughed, a little breathless and trying to seem light and uncaring, “did you take some medicine this morning? I think it’s kicking in.”

He chuckled, almost back to his usual Bryce chuckle, “but,” he cleared his throat, clearly gearing up to make a cheeky comment by the smirk on his face, “if I had a tongue piercing, my kisses really would be magic.”

“Oh my god,” Suki couldn’t help but laugh at him.

As they laughed together on Bryce’s bed, hands tangled together and bodies close, Suki truly felt happy. Like things really could work out for her. For them. And Suki was having an amazing time just being with Bryce.

The only problem was the albatross hanging around her neck.

—-

The next thing Suki knew, she was waking up in Bryce’s bed. He was sat beside her, scrolling through his phone.

She blinked her eyes a few times to make sure she was seeing things right, and moved to sit up.

“I… fell asleep?” She asked groggily, causing Bryce to turn to face her. He smiled when he saw her.

“Yeah. I figured I should just let you, you seemed pretty tired.”

She realised she must’ve fallen asleep when Bryce had been searching for some Stanford pictures, because that was the last thing she remembered.

She sighed, “you should’ve woken me.”

“Nah, you were working all night.”

And getting into it with your colleagues…

She sighed again and bit her lip, figuratively and physically.

“You really should’ve woken me,” she whispered, unable to handle Bryce treating her like this knowing she’d stuck her nose where it didn’t belong.

He smiled back at her, she could see in his face that he knew something was up.

“You’re fine. It’s what friends do.”

“Bryce.” She felt like she was sighing his name a lot these days, and not in the way either of them liked the most.

He twisted his face up into a grin and Suki noticed his eyes were much brighter now, “Suki.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was terrible at hiding her guilt. She had to get out of there, because if Bryce was the one trying to alleviate it she’d feel even worse. She started to shift in the bed, but Bryce reached an arm out over her waist.

She just sort of lay there shocked as he shifted over closer to her, putting his torso over hers.

“At least let me try and kiss away some of those frown lines. If I remember correctly, it’s one of our benefits,” he smirked, hell-bent on making her feel better and in turn making her feel even worse. She couldn’t kiss him and feel like it was okay, because even that, even what was happening at that moment, felt like overstepping and taking it too far and Suki knew that it was on her. She was the one who caught feelings, who started blurring the lines and the rules and taking liberties where possible. She was the one unable to tell Bryce the truth. About her feelings or about her meddling.

But she also knew they were on borrowed time, and this might be the last chance she had to kiss him.

So she put as much as she could into it as she pulled his face to hers, hands on his cheeks and feeling the soft skin with a little bit of stubble beginning to come through, committing it to memory. Her lips pressed to his slowly but definitely, making sure each inch of herself was tied to him. With the kiss her head was filled with every other kiss they’d shared: at college, in the supply closet, at the housewarming party, and the many since. He wasn’t trying to force more like he had earlier, he seemed to be savouring it as much as she was, his lips sweet and slightly chapped but so familiar and Suki felt at home.

Kissing him was that to her.

She felt her face scrunch up as she kissed him, praying to god this wasn’t the last time. His familiar citrus scent washed over her and she never wanted to stop kissing him.

Reluctantly, but knowing she had to, Suki pulled her mouth from Bryce’s. Her eyes were glued shut and her forehead lulled against his, feeling his hair tickle her skin and his hot breaths wash over her face.

“Woah…” he exhaled, speechless to say much more.

Bryce’s kindness and the fact that she liked him so ridiculously much just meant that Suki’s guilt kept growing and growing. She just knew this couldn’t last.

—-

A couple of days passed by and Suki had been bogged down with work again, and hadn’t been able to see Bryce since that day. He’d texted a couple of times and seemed to be on rising spirits, so she was pleased about that.

It was just, every time she thought about Bryce, she couldn’t help but think about what she’d done.

Or about how the clock was ticking down until he found out.

And it was.

Bryce was back to work that day, he’d told her, and she was filled with anxiety the entire time.

Suki was on her way home later that day, just about to enter her apartment building when a voice stopped her in her tracks.

“We need to talk.” It was dark and low and every part of her went cold. She turned to face him, that face of her dreams stern and distant and everything she never wanted to see.

“Okay. There’s people home. We can go to the river.”

Bryce just nodded and started in the other direction.

Suki nervously followed behind him, afraid to catch up for she didn’t know what to say. Building in her chest were nerves and dread and like a hairline crack in her heart which she knew would expand soon enough.

She thought about the last time she saw him, the kiss they shared. How happy they’d been.

They came to the river as the sun was just setting, sparkling over the water like constellations. Bryce’s soft caramel skin was golden in the sunlight, the light reflecting in his eyes and Suki’s heart was put through a wringer just looking at him. Was this it? The last time she’d ever get to see him like this?

Suki searched her brain for ways to start, how to apologise, but Bryce beat her to it.

“Why, Suki?” It wasn’t anger, it was at a loss.

“Why what?” Bad move, Suki. He knows. There’s no point still lying to him.

“Why did you meddle in my business?”

“Because they had no right to do what they did.”

“You’ve made it worse! Now they’re never going to leave me alone! I don’t care about being liked I care about doing my fucking job! It was fine—it was over!” Bryce’s voice was now angry. Suki wasn’t sure which hurt worse. Or maybe they exacerbated each-other, like a hammer and a nail. The nail was the disappointment, and the anger just kept bruising it further into her chest.

“I- are you really pissed at me for standing up for you?” If she just let him know her intentions, maybe she could fix this.

“I’m pissed at you for going and stirring shit up! You crossed a line!”

“It wasn’t just me, Jackie was there too and I don’t see you yelling at her.”

“Well I’m not sleeping with Jackie!”

“What?” She spat.

“You-” his face scrunched up and she felt her heart scrunch with it, “you kissed me. Twice! Knowing you’d gone behind my back and disrupted things.”

“What did you mean you’re ‘not sleeping with Jackie’? Why does that mean we’re held to different standards?” She asked, her voice raised, ignoring his words because the truth hurt too much to say.

“And you didn’t tell me! You spent the entire day with me where you could’ve mentioned it and you didn’t even bother! I thought we were-” He ignored her too, but his voice halted like he couldn’t say what came next.

She couldn’t tell if his voice was breaking from the cold or the anger – but it was heartbreaking.

“No, I didn’t, because I had no clue how you’d react. And look! You’re so… mad,” as she said the last words her voice shook and it came out like a whisper. In fact, her hands started shaking too. Her eyes were beginning to blur from stinging tears welling at the bottom. She’d upset him – the last thing she ever wanted to do.

“You’re damn right I’m mad!” He yelled, and Suki flinched at the noise. “Your hand – you told me you shut it in a fucking car door! I saw his face Suki. You seriously hit him? For some stupid petty rumours?”

“Yes, I hit him,” she could really feel the tears coming as she spoke firm and loud, “he could’ve fucked everything up for you.” And it was cloying with her words, when it came to Bryce, it seemed the anger couldn’t come without pain, too.

“He’s not the only one who fucked things up for me. I mean, you violated my trust,” he shook his head, his hair blowing in the light breeze, “I trusted you,” he said this quieter, and Suki got the impression he wouldn’t have been able to yell it. It was hurt.

“And I ruined that.” I ruined everything. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’ve never cared for someone like this.

“Yeah. You went behind my back on something I told you in confidence, and then lied to me about it. I feel so fucking—” he shook his head, at a loss for words. But he looked embarrassed.

“That wasn’t—I—just wanted to them to know how bad they fucked up! I was so mad that they did that to you.”

“It was months ago! It’s over, old news! And it was my problem to solve.”

“Well you matter to me! Okay?” It came out like a sneeze she couldn’t hold back and her heart was beating more rapidly as soon as she said it. Shit.

Bryce’s expression then was completely unreadable. Suki had no idea what was going on in his head. He just looked at her like that for a few moments, her statement hanging in the air like cigarette smoke. And then Bryce finally came out with something.

“We’re sleeping together Suki – what did you think you were doing?”

And her head was running like a machine; all cogs and whirring and sparks and clanging. The emphasis he’d put on that one word, and she knew where this was headed. Every bad dream, every nauseous predictive thought she’d had lately was laid out in front of her and coming true.

She didn’t want to ask her next question. But she had to. She had to. She knew it wouldn’t come out with any semblance of strength, but at this point, it didn’t really matter.

“So I am just a body to you?” she whispered it with a heaviness which hung in the air. They both knew this moment was going to change everything. There was no going back from here.

Bryce stared at her steely-eyed and jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might pop. She wasn’t prepared for his next word. She never would be.

“Yes.”

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writingblock101 · 4 years

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Test Day (Jason Todd x Reader)

This means I have officially written a quarantine fic. What a weird time to be alive. I also hit 500 followers so thank you for that!

Request for anon: Fluff #7 “Oh, would you look at that? There’s nowhere to sit besides my lap.” with Jason

Word Count: 1,900

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish

When your alarm went off, you wanted nothing more than to turn it off and curl up against Jason’s warm chest and pretend you didn’t hear anything. But instead, you had to be a diligent student who actually studies so you quickly shut off your alarm and try to creep out of bed, but Jason already heard your alarm go off.

“No,” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You sigh, leaning back against Jason for a moment, relaxing in his hold.

“I need to study,” You tell him.

“Five more minutes,” He mumbles into your neck. “It’s too early to study.”

“Any time before 11:30 is too early for you,” You remind him. “My test is today, I’ve got to cram.”

Jason grumbles, tightening his arms around your waist.

“Jase, come on,” You start trying to uselessly wiggle out of his grip. “I’ve been procrastinating this whole week.”

He sighs but releases his arms. You climb out of bed, but turn and pull the blankets over Jason’s chest again and kiss his head.

“Go back to sleep,” You tell him.

He waves you off.

“Yeah, go study for your test,” He grumbles.

You can’t help but giggle at his grumpiness but quietly creep out of the room and brew a cup of coffee. Once setting yourself up at your kitchen counter, you begin the long haul of learning as much organic chemistry as possible. While you weren’t completely helpless, the quarantine forced your classes online and completely destroyed your motivation. You’d been lightly studying throughout the week, but today was grind day.

An hour later, Jason emerges from your bedroom, still looking sleepy and a little grumpy.

“Nice sweatshirt,” He comments, pressing a kiss to the side of your head then pours himself a cup of coffee.

You grin, tugging on the strings of Jason’s hoodie that you’re currently wearing. It’s warm, big, and smells like Jason. Honestly, at this point, it’s providing more emotional support than physical comfort.

“I’m surprised you’re up,” You comment, glancing at the clock over your oven which reads: 8:09 AM.

Normally, you and Jason didn’t even acknowledge the outside world until after 10 o’clock unless absolutely necessary.

“I don’t like sleeping in an empty bed,” He admits to his coffee. “I don’t sleep as well.”

Your heart flutters at the comment, but you ruin the moment when you look back at the practice test open on your screen. Oh, you’re still here. You squint your eyes at the old tests as if it deeply offended you (which is has by existing, thank you very much).

“Did you eat breakfast?” Jason asks.

“Not yet.”

Jason nods then opens the fridge and begins making eggs while you keep cracking away at old tests. He wordlessly sets a plate of food down next to you, kisses the top of your head, then sits on the couch to quietly watch TV and enjoy his breakfast.

A few hours pass as you keep doing practice problems and drawing figures and formulas on your little whiteboard. You’re starting to feel better about the test, but you’re still unsure. Knowing your professor, he’ll ask a question that you have all the information to solve, but no idea how to do it. Your stomach grumbles and you decide you should probably eat lunch.

When you get stressed or “in the zone”, your brain tends to shut off your appetite. You’d never noticed it until you started living with Jason and he pointed it out after watching you study for a final. Luckily, he’s helped you become more aware of it.

Speaking of Jason, he disappeared back to the bedroom about an hour ago, probably to read a book or do research for his next mission with the Outlaws. As a thank you for making breakfast, you fix him a sandwich along with your own and walk it back to the bedroom.

You find him on the floor, one of his dresser drawers open, surrounded by shirts. He brightens when he sees you walk in with food.

“How’s studying going?” He greets.

You shrug, handing him his plate.

“It’s going. I’m starting to feel better about it, but there’s still a lot to go. What are you doing?”

“Cleaning out some stuff,” Jason looks at his various piles. “I never really built my wardrobe back up after I came back, so a lot of this stuff doesn’t fit me.”

“Are you going to order some new stuff online?”

Jason frowns.

“Maybe? I don’t like buying clothes online.”

“You don’t like buying clothes period,” You correct with a smile.

“After all this is over,” Jason vaguely gestures to the air. “I’ll be more than willing to go clothes shopping for at least the first week when quarantine ends, so I’ve gotta make it count.”

You chuckle.

“We’ll go on a shopping spree,” You promise. “Well, I gotta keep studying--”

“Wait, why don’t you eat lunch with me?” Jason asks. “Take a break?”

“This is me taking a break,” You gesture to him. “I gotta keep going.”

“Come on, babe, you’ve been studying since 7 this morning. You can afford to stop and eat lunch.”

“The longer I wait to get back to it, the harder it’s going to be to start,” You shrug. “Sorry, Jase.”

He frowns, watching you leave the room to keep studying.

Two hours later, you’re still going strong-- strong as in you’re still looking at the material, but you keep getting the same style question wrong and you can’t figure out why.

“Okay, an amino has one nitrogen, so you add one, but an amide has one site of unsaturation so you subtract two which then makes it 2n+1,” You scan the possible formulas. “None of these answers have odd numbers,” You groan then flip through your notes, knowing you’re not going to find the answer because you’ve been looking for it for the past fifteen minutes and still found nothing.

Jason emerges from the bedroom again.

“Hey, babe, how’s it going?” He asks, getting something to drink out of the fridge.

“I can’t figure out how to do these stupid problems,” You groan. “I could do them on the last test, but now I can’t do them with amino or amide groups because Dr. Meades never told us the corrected formula.”

Jason frowns, and rounds the counter, looking at the various scribbles and cross-outs on your whiteboard and open notebook.

“Maybe you should take a break,” He suggests, rubbing your back. “You’ve been going at it now,” Jason pauses to look at the clock. “For roughly seven hours.”

“But my test is in three hours. I’ve gotten figure out how to do these problems because there’s always five of them on the test and if I mess up one, I’m going to mess up two,” Your jaw tightens as you feel the burn of tears building in your eyes.

Oh, hell no. Organic chemistry is NOT going to make me cry. While you care about your studies, it’s not enough to make you cry. You take a deep breath, blinking a few times to force back the tears of frustration.

“Some fresh eyes might help. Just take a few minutes to shut your brain off,” Jason tries to urge you but you brush him off.

“I’m okay, I promise. I’m going to see if I can find some example problems,” You start typing on your laptop again, scrounging old tests.

Jason frowns but leaves you to work.

Two hours later, you get up to go to the bathroom. You stare at the blue walls of your bathroom feeling drained and exhausted. You hate organic chemistry and you hate online classes. Why are you even taking this class?! It’s stupid!

After washing your hands, you glance at the clock on Jason’s nightstand-- one hour until you take your test. Sighing heavily, you walk back out to the kitchen to continue studying, only to find every seat at the kitchen counter and small dining table have been taken by a varying amount of objects including but not limited to: a tall stack of folded laundry, a pile of what you were guessing to be Jason’s shirt rejects, a stack of plates from the cupboard, and Jason’s ammunition bag that he takes on missions.

You stare at the chairs then glance over at Jason only to notice he stacked your textbooks and DVD collection on the loveseat while he is pointedly sprawled across the other couch. He casually reads his book, pretending to not notice you.

“Hey, Jason?” You ask.

He hums in response.

“What is this?”

Jason looks around the room then sets his book down, placing a hand on his cheek in mock surprise.

“Oh, would you look at that? There’s nowhere to sit besides my lap.”

He opens his arms invitingly and you can’t help but laugh.

“Jason--” You start to say, not moving toward him, despite the tempting offer.

“No,” He cuts you off. “You have been studying all day. You need to take a break and you’re going to take it now.”

“My test is in an hour.”

“Honestly, if you don’t know it by now, you’re not going to know it for the test,” Jason tells you bluntly. “You’re going to be fine. Please, just take a break,” He looks at you pleadingly.

You glance back toward your laptop which you notice Jason had shut then sigh and walk over to Jason, letting him pull you down onto the couch with him. You land between his legs with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“You’re going to do great,” He promises.

You snort.

“It’s organic chemistry, “great” does not exist in its vocabulary.”

“Shut up, it’s going to be great.”

“I got a 66 on the last test,” You remind him.

Jason pauses for a moment.

“You’re going to pass,” He fixes, making you laugh.

“There we go. That’s the realistic prediction I need to hear,” You grin, tucking your chin under his head. “I just want the semester to be over.”

“Yeah, I know doll,” He kisses the top of your head. “But you can’t keep trying to do your classes like this.”

“Yeah, I know,” You sigh, playing with his fingers.

You two stay like that until it’s time for you to log on and take your test. And what do you know? Jason was right, you did pass.

“Told you,” Jason grins, kissing your cheek as he looks over your shoulder at the screen.

“Yeah, yeah,” You roll your eyes, closing your laptop.

“I’m just saying that you should listen to me more,” He points out.

“Oh really?”

“Uh-huh, cause clearly, I’m a genius.”

“A genius you say?” You turn your chair so you’re facing Jason.

“Yep,” He grins, stepping between your legs while your arms go around his neck. “I could put Tim out of business.”

“I’m sure,” You roll your eyes. “You’re very humble about it too.”

“Oh of course,” Jason flips his hair dramatically. “Not only am I a genius, but I’m also smoking hot.”

You start laughing, shaking your head.

“You’re a dork,” You grin, kissing Jason.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” He murmurs against your lips.

“Damn right,” You grin.

The quarantine sucks, but at least you have a good company.

I had a test on Tuesday, can y’all tell? (I did pass)

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bronsonthurman · 3 years

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Don’t Underestimate Salad for a Quick, Amazing Meal

It’s summer time, reaching ninety degrees out, and no wants to cook. But some people will have chips for dinner because they are afraid of salad. Maybe they’re afraid they’ll go hungry. Maybe they’re still suspicious of vegetables. Maybe they’re afraid someone will think they’re, gasp, vegan. The horror!

Seriously, did we mention it’s hot out? We’re hot, we’re hungry, and we don’t want to spend afternoon at the lunch table when the beach is calling. We’re throwing together a salad because it’s good, it’s fast, it’s cold, and it’s now. Here’s a few reason why hungry people are missing out if they’re dismissing this humble but powerful meal.

An Easier Sandwich with Less Carbs

A sandwich is often held up as the epitome of a quick, handy, and complete meal. Honestly though, look at a sandwich: it’s just a salad with too much bread. Plus, you’re going to dirty a cutting board, a spreading knife, and a cutting board all before you even put your meal on the plate, probably more if you’re using proper cross-contamination prevention with meats and cheeses. Instead, just throw your ingredients in a big bowl, toss with a fork, and eat. What you say, you like bread? Us too--tear a piece up and throw it in after tossing, fork a piece before each bite. All the parts of a sandwich, with less dishes and a more reasonable serving of carbohydrates. Never forget to wash your hands properly when handling food--it’s harder to overlook when your ingredients are going straight from hand to plate.

No One Said You Can’t Have Carbs

If you’re used to a higher volume of calories, you might be concerned that a salad will soon leave you hangry again. If your experience with veggies is a side salad of iceberg lettuce, that’s understandable. But this is YOUR salad--go ahead and put something filling on it. One upside is you’re not limited to bread, the whole world of crunchy snacks is available. If you were going to eat them instead of a proper meal, you can instantly improve your meal by using them as a salad component. Many common corn or wheat based snacks are much healthier than you might expect, the main concern being less-friendly oils and a possible excess of salt--but check those ingredients, there is a world of difference between Fritos and Doritos, and some snacks are a garbage heap of fillers, sugar, and preservatives.

No One Said You Can’t Have Meat

Meat goes great on salad. Even better, a healthy portion of meat goes great on a salad--meat proportions in America are usually excessive for health or comfort. Keeping the meat modest helps keep you on your feet and on to your favorite activities, instead of sleeping your meal off on the couch.

Your favorite cold cuts will help you keep it easier-than-a-sandwich, or if you are a grill master, you’re in a great position to prepare and slice your favorite cut of beef or pork to properly refrigerate and add to salads over two to three days. The addition of chicken to a caesar is an obvious option, but don’t limit yourself. If you were planning to eat some wings, throw them on some lettuce. Seasoned wings will have all the flavor a few leaves in each bite need and picking up a wing in a bit of lettuce helps keep the seasoning in the bite and off your fingers.

I recall a sandwich customer offended that I would offer him “rabbit food” to go with his beef sandwich; it’s hard to understand how some imagine themselves to be “carnivores” as a diet, including myself as a young man in that category. You don’t want to know how real carnivores such as wolves or tigers get their balanced diet, but suffice to say, meat on the bone is not what they eat first. Trust me, you want your roughage in the form of fresh greens, not the way carnivores get it.

Salads Can Be Crunchy

We’re not just talking about lettuce here either, though greens do provide a nicely crisp bite. Those salty snacks we mentioned earlier bring crunch too. But that’s not all, there are a lot os suitable ingredient when you’re looking to add new textures to your salad. Some people like various cold beans. Corn kernels serve this role too, even outside of a traditional corn salad, though canned corn is not so appealing as freshly cooked. Just adding a cob is also nice, particularly with a unified butter-based dressing

If You’re Bold Enough for Hot Peppers, You'll Love Spicy Greens

If you’ve expressed a love for hot sauce, you should be eating watercress--it’s about the most nutritious thing you can eat, and it’s nicely spicy. This ingredient has somewhat disappeared into the tradition of the cress tea sandwich--don’t be fooled, this is a powerful staple food if you enjoy piquant foods Some paler varieties are less intense; the spiciest stuff announces this right up front if you give it a smell. Arugula-Rocket and mustard greens are also known

Dressings Are Indulgent Wonderland

It’s true some greens can have a bitter initial bite--luckily for us, we can sooth those flavors with dressing. If you’ve ever looked over a shelf of marinates in wonder, you’ve got a whole new world ahead of you. There’s probably a favorite you’ve discovered already, even if you were just trying to get through a salad that was forced on you. But don’t stop there! Where meat condiments tend to lean very heavily on tomato and soy, salad dressing is ahead of curve when it comes to foodie-innovation. Fruits are not as nutritious so much as they are relatively benign; a dressing can bring a little bit of fruit to the meal without replacing a lot of the nutritious content. Increasing variety has blown up the grip oil-vinegar-cream traditionally has had on selection with tahini, poppy seed, flavorful boutique vinegars, or other obvious ingredients back to the bottle. Just look at the ingredients. Sugar is becoming ever more ubiquitous and it can mute strong flavors, for better or worse. The key to a salad is balance--modest indulgence goes a long way to enhance a healthy meal.

Superfoods are Salad Foods

The Center for Disease Control has done an analysis of actual nutritional content per weight to focus attention on “powerhouse” foods, which it scores and publishes as a ranked list. High nutrition content is a crucial thing to consider, as contemporary agriculture has generally reduced nutrient density, making many traditionally nutritious foods less so.

Watercress sets the upper limit at 100 and every food scoring above 60 is a leafy green vegetable. Grapefruit defines the bottom of the CDC’s list with a score of 10. Kale and broccoli might surprise you by falling below 50, but all of the foods included are extremely healthy. Salad staples like spinach, romaine, scallion, cauliflower, carrot, tomato, lemon, strawberry, radish, orange, lime, turnip, and blackberry are all included. With the modest addition of carbohydrates and proteins it is extremely easy to make an extremely healthy salad.

Have the list handy in case your grandmother tells you these ingredients are all just empty calories and water. There are some very outdated notions of what is nutritious floating around.

Leaf Lettuce is Surprisingly Nutritious

One strike against salads is that healthy greens are associated with bitter flavor. Surprise, you throw basic lettuce in to dose your food with nutrients. Red leaf lettuce will be healthier, being more mature, but won’t last as long as green leaf. Romaine and even iceberg lettuce both also make the CDC’s list. So there is no problem finding nutritious greens even if you are looking to keep the flavor mild.

Some Tips for Greater Salad Success

Lettuces don’t keep particularly well--buy lettuce with the intent to eat it within the next three days, tops. If it’s much of a commute to the store you’ll probably want grocery day to start the salad part of your week, then switch to more durable foods in the days leading up to the next shopping. If you do enjoy bitter greens, these tend to keep a little longer. Red leaf lettuce is just riper leaf lettuce, so if you get a mix, eat the red leaf first.

Micro-greens are extremely easy to grow. If you have a window with at least 6 hours of sun it’s easy to place a window planter (inside or outside) and seed it to produce your favorite fresh greens in less than a month. Look online and you’ll find a wide variety of approaches to this, complete with tutorials.

Herbs are greens. Fresh basil, parsley, dill, oregano, cilantro--whatever your tastebuds prefer. Be prepared for more flavor than you’re use to compared to dried spices, especially if your herbs are garden fresh. Note however of the herbs I mentioned, only parsley makes the CDC’s list, but generally the flavor of herbs is so strong you’ll won’t need to replace much volume to get the effect.

With this in mind, there’s never a reason to miss out on a real meal, even when the heat makings cooking a non-option. Next time you reach for the crackers, swivel to the crisper and turn that snack into a nutritious meal.

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sweetness47 · 4 years

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Gifts from the Sea 2

Pairing Merman! Sam x Human!Reader

Warnings: Sex, smut, language MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY

Chapter 2

(like it? find chapter 1 here )

Eight months, three weeks, and 5 days after her encounter with her handsome stranger, YN’s water broke at 3:00am. Contractions seized through her abdomen, causing her to cry out, and Cas and Hannah to come running. They gathered up her hospital bag, then helped her to the car.

Evan Cole arrived into the world at 11:00am, 8 lbs 3 oz. YN held the tiny bundle in her arms, marvelling over his brown hair, his tiny fingers and toes. Cas and Hannah were also thrilled at the new arrival. Hannah had been her coach, and YN had been beyond thankful and blessed to have her in the room during the delivery. Cas had volunteered to wait outside, not all that thrilled with blood and the whole birth stuff. But now, holding the baby in his arms, he couldn’t be more proud of YN. Sure, it had started out as a fling, but now he wouldn’t trade his little second cousin for anything.

YN had been able to take some of her pastry courses and business courses online during her pregnancy, and had also applied for a work permit to set up a shop in Greece where she’d had her vacation. There was a part of her that hoped to see the handsome stranger, but she wouldn’t hold those expectations high. She’d only be setting herself up for more heartbreak.

Cas and Hannah decided they would move with her, and had applied for visas as well. They would help her set up the shop and help with the baby. All three were great bakers, hence YN’s desire to open her own bakery, so they were more than up for the challenge. Greece would be an interesting client base, they already had amazing food. It was YN’s mission to make sure they grew to love her baking as much as she loved their authentic Greek cuisine.

Once the visas were sent in for approval, the three studied locations that would work, YN’s first choice was near the beach where she’d had the best vacation of her life. After some research and some careful negotiations, they purchased a building right on the boardwalk. The visas came through eventually, and the family of four made their way to what would be their new home.

Sam and Charlie noticed the sold sign on the building, wondering what would be coming to the shops square. They had been living on the land now for just over a year, and with each moment that passed, Sam lost just a little bit of hope. If they didn’t find her soon, he would just swim away, and never look back. She was his whole world, and he hadn’t realized just how much she meant to him until it was too late. He should have left her a note, and he should have come back sooner.

As the weeks came and went, the two friends watched the building transform, watched workers move about and make the abandoned structure into a bakery. They saw a dark haired man and a woman with long strawberry blonde hair enter and exit many times. Perhaps they were the owners. The man looked like he was from around this area. His features could easily blend in with the locals.

Sam almost missed the other woman, but when he laid eyes on her, there was no mistaking who she was. His heart practically leapt out of his chest. He blinked repeatedly, not believing what he was seeing, worried that if he blinked, she would disappear, and this would all be a lucid dream.

Charlie noticed her friend’s instant shock, turning to see what had him in such a riled state. “Is that her?” she asked quietly.

Sam could only nod. He frowned then, noticing the small moving bundle in her arms. His mind was racing, could…could he have left her with a child? His eyes misted over. His mate, his child, and he’d just left without so much as a note. He felt like such an idiot.

As if sensing the shift in his mood, Charlie studied the small group of people harder, finally noticing the same thing he had. “Is the child yours?”

A hoarse voice answered her. “I think so.”

YN was so excited. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The finishing touches were going on now, and the bakery would be open in three days. Cas and Hannah had been such a tremendous help with everything, the paperwork, the building details, the permits, and the baby.

She didn’t know what made her turn around, a feeling maybe, but when she did, her eyes immediately locked with his. Her jaw hit the ground in stunned silence. She bit her lower lip. Should she go talk to him? Introduce Evan? She honestly wasn’t sure. And besides, there was another woman beside him, which would make the conversation awkward as fuck.

And yet her conscience wouldn’t leave her alone. She knew he had a right to know. Even if he had moved on. The child was his.

Taking a deep breath, she excused herself, telling Cas she’d be back in a minute, and started to walk toward him. After what looked like a hushed angry conversation, he started walking toward her, meeting her halfway.

His eyes raked her in, her body just as he remembered, then he looked at the child. He touched the infant’s cheek, running his finger over the smooth skin. He looked up at YN. “Mine?” his words were barely a whisper.

She nodded, mesmerized by his voice. That was the first time she’d heard him speak, and fuck, his voice was as sexy as the rest of him. She felt heat rush straight to her core. She cleared her throat. “Yeah.”

His next words shocked her even more. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have up and left the way I did. I meant to come back, but by the time I did, you were gone.”

She felt tears well up in her eyes. “Why did you then? I…,” she broke down, “I was heartbroken. I tried to enjoy the rest of my stay here, but it wasn’t the same without you. I went home, and then I found out I was pregnant. He was a gift, a way for me to remember you, he brought me back from my depression.”

Charlie, who had wandered over mostly out of curiosity, was the one who caught the pronoun. “He? You have a son Sam.” She breathed, staring at the tiny infant. Then she turned to YN. “Does he have a birthmark? Specifically, one that looks like a trident.” she added.

YN frowned. “How…How did you know that?”

Sam answered. “Every male born into my family does.”

As if to prove it, not that he felt he needed to, he turned and pulled down his neck line of his tee shirt on the right side. Sure enough, on the shoulder blade, was a birthmark shaped like a trident, identical to the one on Evan’s right shoulder.

He stared at the child, then back up to YN. “Can I hold him?”

YN nodded, handing the sleeping infant over to his father. “His name is Evan.” She volunteered as she watched him settle into his father’s embrace.

Sam was in awe. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Hell, he couldn’t believe the fates had allowed him another chance with YN. And a child. A beautiful, tiny, baby boy.

YN watched the two interact, smiling as she watched Sam’s eyes travel over the tiny infant. She was amazed at Evan’s instant attraction to his father. Evan was very particular about who held him. He barely tolerated Cas and Hannah. YN swore he knew the man holding him was his dad.

Charlie came up to her, clearing her throat. The last thing she wanted was to become an obstacle between her friend and his mate. She needed to set the record straight. “Sam and I aren’t a couple, if that’s what you first thought when you saw us. We’re just friends, plus I’m his bodyguard. Nothing beyond that.”

Bodyguard? Why on earth would Sam need a bodyguard? Oh. My. God. Was he like royalty or something? That might explain his sudden disappearance, but then why had he come back? There were so many unanswered questions.

Charlie saw the confusion in YN’s eyes. “I will let him explain. He will tell you everything, I promise. But it won’t be easy to hear or believe. Just know that he never stopped looking for you.”

YN nodded. “Ok. But why does he need a bodyguard? Is…is he like royalty or something?”

Charlie took a deep breath. “He needs to tell you everything, but yes, he is royalty.”

Before anything else could be said or asked by either of the three adults, Cas made his way over to where YN stood. “Who are these people YN?”

Sam bristled at the implication that he was anything other than Evan’s father. “My name is Sam, and I’m the child’s father. Who are you, sir, to be interrupting us?”

It was Cas’s turn to be put off. “I’m YN’s cousin. I’ve been her guardian since she was 10 years old.” He narrowed his eyes at Sam. “You have some nerve showing up after abandoning my cousin and leaving her pregnant. You’re lucky I don’t beat the shit out of you for the upset you caused.”

“Cas. Stop.” YN placed a hand on his shoulder. “This is my fight. Not yours. I don’t need you stepping in. Please. Let me handle it.”

Cas glared at Sam once more before turning to YN. “Ok. But the moment he steps out of line…”

“I get it. IF I need help, I will let you know. Ok?”

He nodded before giving her a hug and walking back to Hannah and the building. YN blushed as she turned back to Sam. “Sorry. Cas can be a bit overprotective.”

“I get it. Hell, I deserved that.” Sam rubbed the back of his neck as he watched the other man walk away. “Can we go somewhere and talk? There’s so much I need to tell you, but not out in the open.”

YN looked at him, gauging his facial expressions. She couldn’t see any hint of deception, only concern and maybe fear. What would a man like him need to be afraid of? His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch soothing, warm, familiar.

Steeling herself, she nodded. “Ok.”

Charlie mumbled an excuse to leave, nodding to Sam permission to go to their house. Sam took YN’s hand and led her through the paths and narrow walkways to their cottage on the shore.

Once inside, YN made a soft makeshift bed for Evan, then took him from Sam and set the infant down to sleep. Then she stood and looked at Sam, trying not to appear shy and awkward. She took a deep breath as her eyes raked him in, committing every single inch of his perfect body to memory. Even after not seeing him for over a year he still took her breath away. He looked every bit as scrumptious as the last time she’d seen him. Her body hummed and came alive as she closed the distance between them. Her pussy was drenched, aching for him.

He could smell her desire. It called to him like moth to flame, luring him to his destiny. The moment she was in arms reach, he took possession of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and reeling her in, his mouth seeking to possess hers. He thrust his tongue inside her parted lips, dancing with her own tongue, and felt her melt into him. His strong arms swiftly picked her up and carried her toward his room, placing her on the bed. He removed his clothes, then hers, his movements quick and precise. It was almost too much to even be away from each other for that long, the need to be skin to skin was magnetic, life changing, as if they would perish if they weren’t fast enough. He moved over her, nudging her legs apart, and she happily complied, then he was inside her, thrusting hard, her body meeting him stroke for stroke, her soft cries filling the room as he edged her toward the cliff, pushing her into oblivion, his name falling from her lips as she came swiftly, her back arching off the bed. Sam joined her moments later, spilling inside her womb, filling her completely.

He kissed her along her throat, neck, shoulder, and YN gasped as she felt a small sting on the nape of her neck. Her hand flew to the spot where she’d felt the small stab, her fingers finding a tiny lump. Her eyes looked into Sam’s, wondering what the hell had happened.

Sam finally rolled off her and held her close. She still looked up at him, waiting for an explanation, but made no move to remove herself from his embrace.

“What’s going on Sam? Why do you need a bodyguard? Who are you?”

This was going to be one hell of a long, long conversation.

Sam sighed, looking at his mate. He searched her eyes for signs of anxiety, fear, and especially the desire to run from him. The latter was the one he was scared of the most. The thought that she could reject him after revealing the truth almost killed him right there, but there was no way to keep his identity hidden from her, especially now.

A son. He had a fucking son. A part of him. His heir. His flesh and blood. His and hers.

He caught a silky tendril of hair falling haphazardly around her face and tucked it behind her ear. “What I’m going to tell you won’t be easy to hear or easy to believe. In fact,” he paused, “it’s going to make me sound like a damn lunatic.”

YN watched Sam as he chose what to say, as if the next word might send her packing faster than gale force winds. “I promise to listen to everything, and I promise not to laugh or judge you.”

Taking a deep breath, Sam sat up, bringing her up with him, turning so they were face to face. “My name is Prince Samuel. I am second in line for the throne of Atlantis, the underwater kingdom of the Pacific oceans.”

YN stared, unmoving, slowly nodding for him to continue.

He did.

“I’m a merman. My home is the ocean.”

He stopped and waited, hoping, praying that she would stay calm, rational. That she wouldn’t freak out, treat him like some kind of extraterrestrial. If there was ever a time for wishes to come true, it was now. There was no way he could deal with the idea of her rejection. His heart would shatter, break beyond repair. He’d played billions of scenarios over and over in his mind, some good, some not as good, some completely devastating.

Her voice sounded surprisingly at ease as she processed his revelation. “That would explain a lot, like how you appeared on the beach out of nowhere, why you were naked, and maybe why you disappeared after two days. But, why didn’t you come back?”

“I intended to,” he confessed, “although I did need to soak in the ocean regardless. Our bodies can’t be out of the water for more than 48 hours at a time. But, by the time I went home and came back, you were gone. Charlie and I stayed in hopes that maybe you’d return here.”

Her brows furrowed. “So, you basically ran away from your family to wait for a possibility that I might come back here?” He nodded. Her eyes widened suddenly. “Oh my…so our son is…?”

He nodded again. “He is part merman, part human. His tail, from what I hear, should start to form when he reaches the age of two. But it is controlled, and it only will happen when he swims in salt water.”

“From what you hear? You’re insinuating your people don’t usually have offspring with humans. How many times has this happened? And is there a chance Evan won’t survive? Will he…”

Sam stopped her. “YN, our son won’t die. You have my word. A Halfling hasn’t been heard of for over a hundred years. Mostly it’s dwindled down to whispers and remnants of recorded history.”

YN flopped backwards onto the bed, stunned, shocked by what she’d just been told, her mind trying desperately to process everything while attempting to keep her sanity. “Wow.” She breathed. She glanced warily over to the man beside her, remembering something else. “What did you do to my neck?”

“I marked you. It is customary between mates, like being engaged in your world. It will show my people you are my mate.” He paused. “Unless you don’t want me. The mark can be removed, with your rejection of my bond, but it could be devastating for both of us, physically and mentally. I can feel every emotion going through your mind, and I know how difficult it was for you to be alone during the pregnancy. But, I plan to make up for that from this day forward, if you’ll have me.”

YN let out a slow shaky breath, weighing her options. She still had feelings for Sam, a lot of them, and, if this moment was any indication, he had similar feelings for her. They had a son together, and he’d already made his interest in Evan known, which she was immensely relieved about. He had no intention of taking him from her. Rather, he wanted them to be together, to be a family. Was she ready for that? She stared into those hazel orbs of his, seeing hopefulness, desire, a silent plea to her heart.

“I do want you. I never stopped loving you Sam. But I want to know more. I want you to show me everything. No secrets, no hiding.” She pursed her pink lips, still swollen from their heated kisses, “If Evan will be able to swim without drowning, and you obviously can, how does that work for me?”

“The mate mark. My DNA now runs through your veins. It will allow you the ability to breathe under water without drowning. You don’t get a tail, at least not to my knowledge, but we will be able to be together.”

A mischievous grin appeared on her face when he said that. “And…if we decide we want to have more mind-blowing sex, we can always come ashore.” She giggled at his reaction, before pushing him back onto the mattress, straddling him. “I love you Sam. I am willing to give this whole thing a try, for us, and for Evan.”

Sam nodded, his hands splayed over her hips as she ground against his cock, bringing it back to life. Instinctively he thrust up into her, and she moaned at the sensations coursing through her body, at how full he made her feel. Gods, he was impossibly thick and long. Yet her walls stretched and accommodated him well, as though he was made just for her.

He turned the tables then, flipping them over and taking back control. He pulled out, much to her dismay, before laying soft kisses along her breasts, her abdomen, then lower, settling down between her thighs. That’s where his prize lay.

YN forgot how to breathe as he delved into her folds, tasting the musky flavor she offered. Sam was like a man starved, sucking her clit, nipping it, then thrusting his tongue into her waiting channel. Clutching the sheets, YN squirmed as she ground against his face, desperate for it to be closer, as if that were possible. Her release coated Sam’s face as he rode out the explosive orgasm. But he didn’t stop. He added two fingers into her slick opening, moving them with antagonizing slowness, torturing his mate. Not that she was complaining.

Sweat coated her skin as she screamed out, orgasmic waves crashing into her as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Fuck…Sam!” she stammered as he continued, heading to her third, arching her back off the bed as she saw stars. Her whole goddamn body felt like it had been catapulted into space, covered in fluffy cotton candy. So sweet was the pleasure.

Sam crawled back up her body slowly, his tongue leaving a hot trail over her. His mouth took possession of hers once more as he sought to reclaim his spot inside her with his aching cock. She eagerly welcomed him, moaning as she tasted herself on his lips. The thrusts were hard, almost brutal, so eager was the need for his own release. His cries filled the room as he exploded inside her, filling her full of his seed, panting and nuzzling into the crook of her neck as her walls milked every drop.

No sooner had they finished, then Evan woke, crying and desperate for his own attention. YN blushed as she got up, grabbed her robe, and went to fetch their son. She brought him back to the bed and laid him down between Sam and her, as she got back onto the bed.

Sam propped himself onto his elbow so he could stare at his son. Evan, satisfied that he now was the center of attention, cooed and smiled at his father, reaching his tiny hand to try and grab Sam’s nose. Sam softly chuckled as he allowed Evan to touch his nose, marveling at just how perfect he was.

YN’s heart was filled with love as she watched her son interact with his father. She marveled at how alike they looked, and how Evan seemed to know who Sam was to him. But that was impossible right? Until today, Evan had never met his dad. He was only 4 months old.

Yet the recognition was there.

YN moved and slid part of her robe down so she could feed Evan. Sam watched as his son moved to latch onto her breast, greedily taking the nourishing milk she offered. The entire scene was beautiful, and he gained even more respect for his mate than before, if that was possible.

When Evan was done and had burped in satisfaction, he resumed bonding with Sam. YN was more curious now than ever. She just had to ask. “How is it Evan seems to know you?”

Sam looked up from his son. “My DNA. He can smell who I am.”

YN giggled and wrinkled her nose. “That just sounds weird, and a little gross.”

“That’s the simplest description though. His mind and his senses tell him right from birth who his parents are. He will also, by smell, be able to identify my brother and my father when he meets them.”

Her jaw dropped. “Wow.”

#sam winchester #sam x reader #AU #spn

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wtfzodiacsigns · 5 years

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Advice for the Zodiac Signs During Tough Times

Aries: Move! Lethargy and stillness is the death of an Aries. Clean your house, start a new fitness challenge like couch to 5k, join a gym, walk a mall to window shop. Even just going out more to socialize - movement of your laughter and spirit and love. Aries thrive in physical expression, either alone or with others. The more confident of their presence in the world, the easier it is for them to face internal doubt. When they are in tune with their body, it is easier for their mind to be at ease. Productivity of the body will help to distract and brighten an Aries during a tough time.

Taurus: Comfort. Cook, paint or draw, online shop, buy yourself a new candle, hang out with old friends. Treat yourself to comforts - but not any material ones, ones that validate you. The gift you buy yourself can be something expensive that you didn’t think you ‘deserved’ before. But you do. You deserve the happiness it can give you. Eat something you haven’t in a while, maybe have dessert for dinner watching your favorite TV/YT show/person. Allow yourself permission to bend the rules a bit to make yourself happiest.

Gemini: Engage! A bored Gemini is a restless one and so for their mental health should always be striving or learning or engaging in something (within reason). Perhaps learn a new language or about its history, fall down a Wikipedia hole, and of course, talk to people. When ideas flow a Gemini is happy, so try and speak with new or old faces. If you’re in college maybe speak to a professor you never have before or that classmate you think is cool. At all ages, surround yourself with people who appreciate what you have to say.

Cancer: Care. Self-care and love are crucial for a Cancer’s happiness. Take a bubble bath, pet some puppies, read a book that has a happy ending and tolerable characters, visit family, scroll through pretty pictures on pinterest. It’s okay not to be burdened by the emotional weight of everyone all the time - it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person or abandoned them. You allow to take time for yourself and just be obliviously happy. It especially helps if you are doing these things for or with people you love but it’s really not necessary.

Leo: Re-brand! When a Leo is down, they can become impulsive and want to completely change themselves. After all, a Leo’s happiness is largely based in being comfortable in their own skin (how else can they shine?). However, this doesn’t just mean dye your hair or get a tattoo - it could be as simple as deciding you have a new favorite shirt color and wearing that shirt color every day for two weeks. It’s also re-branding your mentality about yourself to best deal with your difficulties.

Virgo: Organize! Clean! A happy Virgo has never lived in a messy home. Physical spaces are included in organization but also organization of duties, priorities, relationships, and thoughts. Cleaning out, donating, deciding what is worthy or not will allow a Virgo sense of control and accomplishment. Even as simple as cleaning desk space will make it easier to do work. Start small, you have no pressure on you, so as to not feel anxious about whatever task you set in front of yourself.

Libra: Interact! The happiest I’ve ever made a Libra was texting them out of the blue to check up on them. You really do need socialization/interaction. This can be the typical form of hanging out with friends but even sending/responding to asks on Tumblr or playing in multi-player games online. It doesn’t have to be overwhelming or exhausting, but any kind of positive interaction for Libras really can help. And, honestly, it can even be interactions with your god (of any religion) or with your tarot cards; it doesn’t have to be typical.

Scorpio: Transform. A Scorpio that cannot express itself honestly is one that cannot feel truly happy. Perhaps some parts of your life/your self has become dead weight. If it is holding you back, perhaps it is time to let it go and transform into something else. There is a lot of energy in Scorpio, and they can actually find their comfort and control when they are changing and improving especially as they have the fixed sign resolve to carry it through. This transformation can be anything in their life, and they probably already know what they have to do.

Sagittarius: Explore! Sagittarius is associated with the sign of the bow/arrow/archer for a reason - it’s because when they are no flying free, they are full of tension. During a tough time, a Sagittarius should look to exploring something new to uplift their spirits once more - it can be more intellectual in that you explore new aspects of astrology/tarot/witchcraft or maybe learn some simple magic tricks or maybe watch some Khan Academy videos or it can be more physical, such as a spontaneous road trip, driving to a new park and taking a hike there or simply just walking while listening to a podcast.

Capricorn: Complete. It can be something so small as organizing one drawer of clothing or adding one more paragraph to the story you’re writing but what is important is that you complete something and feel achieved. Success and achievement are crucial to a Capricorn’s happiness, if you let yourself feel so!! When there’s something tangible before them - a youtube video they finished creating, a new rank on a video game - its harder for them to deny the fruits of their hard work. So focus on completing even just one task and be proud of yourself for it!

Aquarius: Isolate. Most Aquarians need time alone because they find even just being around others all the time exhausting. It’s not to the fault of others (they can be well loved!), Aquarius just need to recharge with peace and quiet in isolation. When they isolate (for a reasonable time) they can get lost in their own world and mind and reconnect with themselves. It is then they can be truly themselves and not have to worry about social duties. It is alone that they are able to get their creativity and ingenuity flowing again to express into the world when they are ready.

Pisces: Dream! Pisces are gifted with such a rich internal world and an ability to get lost in it. Set aside time to create and explore new and old worlds that exist in you. Read new books or fan fiction writings or doodle out the scenes you see in your head or play some DnD or other role-playing game; however you want to express yourself, but just give yourself permission to do these things. It’s fine if you’re not always being productive, you’re allowed to just take the time and nurture the internal wealth you have inside.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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1. Is there something you have been trying to learn lately? I’ve been participating in a Bible study the past few weeks.

2. If you ever feel like you are different from your extended family, in which ways is this? Uhhh, I mean I have quite a big extended family so I’m different from them in a lot of ways. They’re of various ages and they’re all different like I can’t group them all together.

3. When you think about your future career, do you envision yourself becoming the head honcho or CEO? If not, why not? I have no idea what my future entails career wise (or otherwise). I certainly don’t envision myself becoming the CEO or head of anything, though. I don’t want to be, either.

4. Is there something that you are sort of weird about talking about? Like, a thing that other people find casual, but you feel uncomfortable when the subject comes up? Politics. 5. Can you think of a time when you seriously misjudged a music artist based on their name? Hm. I’m not sure if just by their name alone without knowing anything about them. I know that if I’m familiar with an artist and not particularly a fan of theirs, I’ll probably assume I won’t like new music they come out with either. I likely won’t even listen to it.

6. Do you ever make negative comments about other body types? How does it make you feel when you see or hear negative comments about your body type, or a physical trait that you have (even when it’s not directed at you)? I can’t say that I never have before. And yes, I hear negative comments about my body type often, like how people who are thin like me are “sickly” and “boney” and how we must not be eating and stuff like that. I’m very self-conscious about my weight and being too thin has caused me health problems.

7. If you are in a situation where you feel like you are being attacked or not respected, how easy or difficult is it for you to stay and keep your head rather than leave in a huff? Uh, I think I would probably leave a situation like that.

9. When you think about how attractive you feel and your favorite features, are you comparing yourself to a societal ideal? I don’t feel attractive at all, my self-esteem is shit and yes I do compare myself to others.

10. If you have a favorite song right now: What is it? How did you first hear it? Why do you like it so much? “Be Happy” by Dixie D’Amelio and “Overwhelmed” by Royal & the Serpent.

11. Have you ever had someone that has been your friend for a while come to you and tell you they had romantic feelings for you? How did you respond, and did the friendship survive? Kind of. I was friends with a guy in high school who I liked at the time, but he didn’t feel that way about me. Then a few years later he started showing interest in me and wanted to date, but I had long since moved on and didn’t feel that way about him anymore. In fact, I was interested in someone else. So, it was kind of awkward for a bit. He would flirt and bring it up a lot and I was just like, ...no. At one point he kept asking for a kiss at least and I finally gave in. Anyway, we remained friends and he moved on as well and dated other people and we were cool.

12. Hypothetically speaking, if Hillary Clinton were running for President as a democrat against Chris Christie as a republican in 2016, who do you predict would win the election? >> ---

13. When you are getting to know someone new online (particularly someone male), how cautious are you of the possibility that they are serial killer/kidnapper? I’m cautious of anyone I talk to online. Everyone should be. But that goes for people you meet “in real life” as well.

14. If you are talking to someone that you want to get to know, what are your go-to conversation topics? What subject makes you disappointed when another person isn’t interested in or knowledgable about it? I kinda just have to get a vibe and see where the conversation goes. I suppose typical stuff like interests and whatnot come up, though.

15. Say you have a lot of free time and want to join a club or class. You are browsing postings on local bulletin boards and online. What sort of group would you be interested in joining (e.g., book club, game group, crafts, golf lessons, etc.)? I do participate in online Bible studies, which I really enjoy. A book club would be cool, too. Like mystery/psychological thriller book club. Also, we (myself and fellow survey takers on here) have our survey group!

16. Have you ever kissed someone that you didn’t really want to kiss (not assault, just indifference)? Why did you go along with it and how did you feel after? I mentioned that in question 11 not even realizing it was a question later on. But yeah like I said, he kept asking and I finally gave in. I guess I was also curious, wondering if maybe there possibly was something between us. For me, it just felt awkward.

17. Have you recently learned anything about your personality? If not, have you ever consciously tried to change your personality? Hm. I don’t think I have recently.

18. Are you or any of your friends in a sorority or fraternity? Would you be interested in belonging to one? I’m not and never have been. Wasn’t something I was interested in joining. I don’t have any friends, so no I don’t have any in a sorority or fraternity.

19. Can you recall a recent time that you were surprised, but in a bad way? Recently.

20. Do you feel uncomfortable when you receive praise for doing certain things? If so, does this make you less likely to do those things? I mean, it’s nice to hear “good job” and receive encouragement and support. I’m just awkward, so it’s weird for me to hear it. Probably also because I feel like I’m not deserving of it. I’ll downplay it and shift the praise to something else.

21. Do you make spontaneous purchases often or rarely? When you are upset does it make you temporarily happier to buy yourself something new? I haven’t done too much shopping this year, actually. I’ve cut back compared to previous years. I’m finding myself asking myself whether I really need something or telling myself I don’t need it and that I have enough of said thing more often lately, which is good. I can’t say I never give in lol but it’s getting better, I think.

22. If you have to wake up early for something, what time is just TOO early for you to be there and be presentable and sentient? Have you ever had to be somewhere that early? Honestly, now if I have to be somewhere in the morning I just stay up. For most of this year I’ve been staying up until like 7 or 8AM, sometimes 9, for whatever reason and my appointments fall within those times. It’s easier for me to stay up instead of attempt some sleep because then it’ll just be harder for me to get up and I won’t want to. Now, that doesn’t mean that I’m sentient haha. As for presentable... debatable. ha.

23. Have the majority of your romantic relationships started with a physical attraction or a deeper connection? I’ve only had 2 relationships and one started more with a physical attraction and the other with a connection cause we had been friends for awhile beforehand.

24. Do you ever catch any of those conspiracy shows on Animal Planet, like Bigfoot hunting or proof of Mermaids? Do those shows make your more or less likely to believe in the existence of such creatures? I don’t watch ‘em.

25. Did you ever write a fan letter to a celebrity? How about submit something to a magazine? Yeah, during my preteen years I wrote a couple.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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The Worthy Art of Homemaking

Main Characters: Thor x Valkyrie

Summary: Valkyrie encourages Thor to figure out what he wants to do with his life now that he’s back in New Asgard.

Warnings/ Content: Fluff and lots of it. A slightly anxious Thor.

Word Count: 1283

Author’s Note: This is a birthday gift to the amazing @ryujin-zanba who regularly blesses us with amazing fics based on requests and prompts. It’s about time someone wrote something for this darling after all the good they spread into the world for others. If you’re familiar with “Worthy” and “Redemption” you’ll know I am a *huge* fat Thor fan and this fic will come as no surprise to you. If you’re not, please know in this house we love fat Thor and will defend him to the ends of the earth. Anyhoo, enough of my rambles. I hope @ryujin-zanba and the rest of you lovelies enjoy!

XOXO - Ash

The Worthy Art of Homemaking

“Thor,” Valkyrie repeats, giving him a pointed look across the board room table, “What do you think?”

Thor finally lifts his gaze, only to her, not daring to look around the table full of people. “Sounds like a fine idea.” he says, the low timbre of his voice rumbling across the room.

Valkyrie shoots him an encouraging smile, “Alright, that’s settled then. Moving on…” she carries on to the next order of business, her effortless command of the room a blessing to Thor who would really rather not be there.

All Thor wants is to be back at their cottage in bed. Preferably with his iPad and Fenrir, their massive Newfoundland. He tugs down the hem of his grey cable knit sweater for the hundredth time since joining the meeting two hours ago. It keeps bunching up under the gentle swell of his pecs, exposing a sliver of pale tummy where it rests on his thighs. It had fit better before he left to go traveling with Quil and the guardians; he hadn’t thought twice about throwing it on his way out the door. Thor sighs quietly. He had spent six months running around the galaxy and while his mental health had continued to steadily improve, he never got around to losing the weight he’d gained over the past six years. If anything he gained a bit more, especially with the muscle he had regained while lifting weights regularly with Quil and Drax. He is as strong as he ever was, just softer now. In the quiet moments, he reluctantly admits to himself, when he is alone in bed with nothing else to do than take himself in hand, he actually quite enjoys his new found softness.

“Thank you all for joining us today. We’ll reconvene in a week.” Valkyrie’s voice snaps Thor back to the present. He’s not sure how long he had zoned out for that time; it could have been five minutes or fifty for all he knows. As the room clears out Valkyrie remains in her seat, watching Thor with the soft smile she reserves just for him. “Are you alright, love?” she asks once everyone has gone.

Thor tries to give her a convincing smile and nods. His smile falters though and she sees right through the gentle giant.

“You’re not though.” she coos, “Oh, my love. I’m so sorry.” Valkyrie hops out of her seat to go over to Thor and wraps herself around his shoulders from behind. She holds onto him tightly for a moment before moving his long hair out of the way to press delicate kisses along his neck.

“I’ll be fine.” he assures her, and partly himself.

“You don’t want to be here for the meetings, do you?”

“It’s just that you do such a fine job. I meant what I said when I turned the rule of New Asgard over to you. Me being home doesn’t change that.”

“I only wanted for you to feel included. If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to be. What would you like to do instead?”

Thor thinks for a minute, he still hasn’t figured that out yet. “I don’t know.” he tells her honestly. “Can I think on it?”

“Of course. Take all the time you need.”

It’s almost two weeks later on a lazy Sunday that Thor figures it out. They have fallen into an easy rhythm in that time, Valkyrie going out each morning to attend to her kingly duties and Thor taking care of their home. What had always felt like a hardship to Valkyrie (dishes, laundry, grocery shopping) seems like a vacation to Thor. After a lifetime of battles, something as small as vacuuming the carpet is a joy.

Thor needs a routine and caring for their home and preparing meals gives him the push he needs to get out of bed even on his low days. Well, that and a very persistent Fenrir who makes his needs known via throaty boofs for attention. Thor finds a deep sense of fulfillment in his tasks and prides himself on a day well spent when Valkyrie comes home to rave about how wonderful dinner smells. Thor’s been practicing his kitchen skills every day, creating Pinterest boards and ordering new appliances online. He’s on day three of his InstaPot experiments and is thrilled with how quickly he can get dinner on the table when he’s running short on time.

Thor’s realization is thanks to a joke Sam cracks while they’re FaceTiming, catching up on their lives. “You’re getting to be a regular Martha Stewart!” Sam teases affectionately. Thor scrunches his nose at that, unsure of what a Martha Stewart is. Sam explains his joke, that he had only meant Thor was becoming extremely skilled in the art of homemaking. They discuss the value of homemaking and how society has changed the view of it over the years while Thor’s mind whirls as he thinks of the past few weeks. Sensing Thor’s distraction, Sam bids his friend farewell and they promise to catch up again soon. Thor sets his iPad down and looks around his home, lost in thought.

Later that night, after Valkyrie is done fawning over the roast lamb Thor made for dinner, the pair curl up in bed, content to just read for a bit while cuddling. Thor sets aside his book, unable to focus, finally gathering his courage to broach the topic.

“Darling?” He says hesitantly.

“Hmm?” Valkyrie places her book on the nightstand, giving him her full attention.

“I think I know what I’d like to do now.”

“Now as in for your life now that you’re home, or now as in right now. Because I have a few suggestions for right now.”

Thor squirms a little as Valkyrie runs her fingers down his chest and belly, skirting against the waistband of his pajama bottoms. “As in now that I’m back.” He clarifies.

“Alright then, what is it?”

“I want…” he starts and stops. This is harder to say than he expected. “I want to…” his throat constricts. He knows Valkyrie loves him and will support him in anything he wants but a small scared part of him is afraid of judgment for his choice. “I want to be Martha Stewart.” He blurts out all in one breath.

Valkyrie’s eyebrows lift in amusement, “You what?”

Thor sighs heavily, knowing there is no backtracking now. “I want to be a homemaker. I love caring for you and Fenrir and our home. I don’t need anything else to make me feel fulfilled. I get as much, or as little, social interaction as I’m up to and am always busy with something. I’m planning a garden for the spring so we’ll have our own produce too. I know it’s not a normal thing for a man but Sam says people’s perceptions are changing and…”

Valkyrie stops his rambling with a kiss to his lips. “My love.” She says pulling away just far enough to look him in the eyes, “My sweet, wonderful man. If this is what you want, then there is nothing I want more.”

“Truly? You do not mind?” Thor’s voice wavers as his emotions rise yet again.

“Of course not! You do such a wonderful job around here. I’m so happy for you to have finally decided on something.”

“Thank you.” Thor sniffs, relieved the conversation went so well.

Valkyrie’s smile shifts from sweet to devilish as she slips a hand back under the duvet. “Now, I still have a few suggestions of what we could do right now if you’re interested…”

Thor groans as her hand finds its prize. “I do believe that’s a wonderful idea.”

~The End~

#birthday fic #fat thor #thor x valkyrie #thorkyrie #thicc thor #chubby thor #fluffy thor #thor fanfic #thor fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel fangirl #marve fanfiction

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theanimeview · 4 years

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Crunchyroll Expo 2020 - Archiving Anime Fandom - How to Save the Past - Notes!

1:30 PM - 2:15 PM (PDT) | Friday 4 September 2020 - 3:30 pm to 4:15 pm central

Panel Description: This panel will talk about the people who are currently archiving anime fandom history as well as offer you resources so you can contribute. Let's preserve as much as we can! Featuring: Lance Heiskell | Room: YUZU STAGE

By: Jenna Morgan | @jkmorgan-media

The grind is real with this guy! Imagine playing an MMO like Runescape and chopping up the same oak tree to level up, believing that one day you’ll earn money doing this. You chop the same Runescape oak tree every day for years before you actually do. It doesn’t get any harder, it’s a thankless job that no one seems to understand. But eventually you DO earn money and your passion for chopping these easy tedious trees becomes profitable. Idk, you open a shop or something and there becomes some tree shortage or something. The metaphor kinda ends there. The point? THE GRIND.

I’m sure many people found his work for archiving older anime media (such as comics, magazines, videos, interviews, conventions, and more) unimportant, or even a waste of his time, not understanding the importance of his work... Obviously *he* saw the importance of preserving these pieces of work; it’s art and history. Museums preserve items and devices, maybe even a reconstructed figure to represent what once was, so what would the digital version of this be?

Answer: Media archeology. That is both a broad and narrow subject. Most probably wouldn’t be interested in obsolete communication devices or old metal cylinders that were one of the first to record sound on, but this idea proceeds old, outdated physical items. Online this idea has branched out into different subcategories and different websites with similar information but differently mapped out for different uses.

Anyone who has looked up royalty free music for independent work or anyone who needs copyright safe videos on the Internet Media Archive knows the importance of this. Those who don’t, think of school and doing research projects. Did you ever research something and think that they didn’t really focus on your selected project subject when choosing books for the library, or wonder if the teacher hates you for giving you such an impossible assignment? Well, it may be lack of funding from the school, or the teacher is making a point about research and history. You have to deep dive half the time to find older media that isn’t mainstream. I’m sure Robotech is somewhere to stream but it’s not exactly on Netflix on the homepage, is it? Production studios have a research department that would be the paper form of what he does but it’s not available to anyone that isn’t willing to pay and be there in person. This way, anyone who is interested in the subject or needs/wants the archived media can do so with free range and have the freedom to use it for their own personal work (as long as they follow other guidelines of course). Working within the same system (the internet) for years, he has become familiar with many sites that post archived anime media that he not only benefits from but supports on his website!

He may have made it seem like a very simple system and not that impressive while talking about it on the panel (it honestly was hard to listen to him not being very enthusiastic about his work for awhile), but his work speaks for itself on exactly how passionate he is. If you have a chance to check out his website (https://www.animenostalgiabomb.com), it’s coo-coo-crazy-bananas, so enjoy! Maybe find your new obsession.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What snack food could you not live without? I feel like “can’t live without” is pushing it too far, but Pringles is my favorite and I imagine I’d be pretty miserable if they hypothetically suddenly disappear or stop production. Can never get enough of those.

What/where is your favorite restaurant? And what do they specialize in? Yabu. It’s Japanese, but they mainly specialize in katsu so they don’t have sushi or ramen or sukiyaki or other types of Japanese food. I haven’t had my usual since February or March, so I can’t waaaait until I can finally order for myself.

How do you waste time when you are procrastinating? Looking for anything I can watch on YouTube. Once I’ve found a video it usually is able to send me into a black hole of other videos, so it’s been quite the effective way to avoid tasks or things I’m worrying about.

Do you follow any celebrities on social media? Who? I don’t, honestly. I never understood it about myself lol; I’m fascinated by a number of celebrities but the idea of being constantly updated about their personal lives just never seemed appealing to me. I guess I just like them for what they do and the celebrity that comes with it. The only one I follow on Twitter is Hayley Williams.

Who do you admire for what they have accomplished? Probably Arlan. Dude had like 10 orgs while in college, was in the college student council, and he got accepted to Columbia’s graduate program for journalism for the next school year. Idek how he even finds the time to sleep.

Would you like if you never had to work again? Lately I’ve been learning about myself that work gives me a sense of purpose, so even if I was offered all the money in the world, I’d take it but I would still want to work (assuming I’m in a job I like and care about). I never want to go back to how shitty I felt in September when I was neither studying nor working.

Are you a big sports fan? What team and sports? I like watching basketball and volleyball games, but only the ones played in our local university league – that said, I obviously root for my school lol. I like pro wrestling too, but they don’t work in teams.

Do you believe in following your dreams? Yes, but the way there is vastly different for everyone in that some people may have the connections and resources early on, while some will have to work and claw a little harder. The playing field isn’t always level, unfortunately.

Do you like to play board games? They’re fine, but I typically prefer to watch from the sidelines mostly because I’m terrible at following instructions and retaining them in my head as I play.

What were your favorites games as a kid? Does it have to be board games? I played outside way more often and my favorites were patintero, 10-20, and a game we called ‘ice ice water,’ which is really just freeze tag. I also liked pick-up sticks.

Would you like to be a “stay at home” mom or dad? I dunno if I would enjoy that, honestly. Like I said, I like the idea of working as it makes me feel productive...but who knows? I’m only 22, literally a fresh graduate, I don’t have kids, and it’s a long way before I can possibly become a mom. But my priorities could always change; I could wind up being a mom who is content with being a housewife. I really have no clue, and I’ll never know until I get there.

How are your “direction skills” when you are driving? Yeah, they’re nonexistent. I need Waze all the time if I’m the one driving, even if it’s going to a place I routinely travel to.

Do you need to be in charge or are you happy to let someone else take charge? It depends on how confident or familiar I am with the task at hand. I can handle being either a leader or a follower; but I do think that, for all tasks I’m involved in, I do like to help call the shots and decide on things on some level, no matter how little it is. I never just follow, if that makes sense.

Would you rather “talk it out” or “let it go” and hope it’s forgotten about? Talk it out. Communication is really important to me.

What celebrity have others told you that you look like? Anna Akana and Lucy Hale.

Do you like to dance? What kind do you enjoy the most? Only either when I’m alone or have had a lot to drink. I don’t actually know any types of dance.

Do you feel anxious right now? Eh, not really. I’m a little sad, but getting out of bed to sit at my desk has slightly fixed that for the meantime.

Do you like to eat breakfast for dinner? What are your faves? Sometimes my dad will make breakfast food for dinner, yeah. I’m never enthusiastic about it lol, but I don’t complain.

Do you feel like you will ever have enough money to make you happy? Sure, I think so. I know I definitely don’t want to end up being extremely selfish about money.

What is more appealing to you: a pub crawl or a wine tasting? Pub crawl, for sure. I hate wine anyway.

What classes or courses would you take to learn more about? International relations, biology, and anthropology.

Would you ever get a tattoo? What kind would you get? Idk if I would ever get one, but one of my ideas is to have Paramore’s lyrics “For all the joy that is to come / Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal” on my wrist, kinda like as a reminder that there are brighter days ahead. That’s not the correct sequence of lyrics, but combining those lines together was what spoke to me the most.

How much time do you spend working out a week? (you can fib a little) I don’t work out.

Do you dress up for Halloween? What was your best costume? Only if my friends have something planned. I’ve mentioned this several times lately but my personal favorite costume was going as my old best friend, Sofie. It was so low-effort but everyone understood who I was and had a kick out of it.

How often do you like to shop online? I never really did it regularly before since I had been on a tight allowance throughout college, but now that I’m earning on my own I could see myself ordering stuff online 1-2 times a month.

Have you ever spent time “online dating?” No. I had Tinder before, but just to people-watch. Still not interested in it now.

Do you ever hang out with your parents? How about your siblings? No. We don’t do one-on-one bonding; we’re all emotionally unequipped for that lol. I hate that I missed out on family things like that; and my future kid/s is/are definitely getting a lot of solo dates with me.

What is the number one way that you like to spend your time? Probably going on YouTube. There’s always something to watch over there.

Is it easy or hard for you to be lazy all day? Easy for the most part, but if I know I have work to do I also like getting my ass up to wrap that up as quickly as I can.

How similar are you to your zodiac sign characteristics? Based on what’s been shoved down my throat from social media, Tauruses love their food, hold grudges, are fiercely loyal, resistant to change, and annoyingly stubborn. Those things are all me.

What are you addicted to? I don’t have any addictions.

What is the last song that you saved to your playlist? Haven’t been using my playlists lately.

If you could listen to only one artist, who would that be? Paramore.

Who would you like to be president right now? We have a dictator of a president at the moment and the list of potential candidates for 2022 isn’t looking too great either, so...who the fuck knows. I’m hoping someone capable – and someone preferably younger – steps up to take the challenge before 2022. I look forward to the day we take to the streets to celebrate the same way America did today.

Were you popular in school? I mean in high school I was kinda on the radar, but I still liked staying at the sides and let my more popular friends take the spotlight. Besides, I was already linked with Gabie and I didn’t want teachers and staff to be on our asses.

What is your favorite place that you have ever visited? Locally, Sagada. Outside of the country, probably Shanghai.

What places do you want to travel to before you get too old? Ideally I’d want to travel to as many countries as I can, to be honest. Doesn’t matter where. But if I can only afford to do so a handful of times, I’d spend that money on Morocco, India, Thailand, Egypt, South Korea, Iceland, Peru, and Spain (and then maybe go on a European road trip from there).

What is the perfect work schedule that you would love? I’m happy with my current 9-6 shift.

What was the best party that you have ever been to? Rita’s sister’s org’s Halloween party from last year.

Did school come easy for you or was it hard? High school was easy, but I purposely didn’t put much effort into it. I didn’t see the point, considering a) teachers have their established favorite students early on and I knew I wasn’t one of them and no matter how well I did I knew I wasn’t going to get recognized, and b) workplaces could not care less about your high school record. College was also easy, and I found balancing my academics, org life, and social life to be fun and fulfilling.

What language do you enjoy listening to? English or Filipino.

Would you take the time to learn a new language? Sure. I’ve done that with Spanish and Korean before.

If you had a personal assistant, what would you have them do? Make them do the phone calls whenever I would have to at work.

Who is the funniest person that you know? I have several people in mind, honestly - Andi, Kate, Jum, Aya, JM, Hans.

Who is the worst pain in the ass that you know? My mom. Sometimes Cooper.

Whose life do you look to as a “model” of what you would like yours to ultimately look like? Anna, one of the moms from the Korean reality show I watch. Her amazing attitude towards life, her parenting skills, cooking skills, aesthetic, and overall life is all I want.

How much money do you save from your paycheck? I have no idea how to budget yet. AAAHHHHHHHHH

Which is a stronger emotion, fear or joy? I think both can be felt strongly.

What types of people do you follow on social media? Athletes, Influencers? Mostly irl people. The only famous people I follow are AJ Mendez (though she’ll always be AJ Lee to me) and Hayley, like I said. OH WAIT I also follow the entire GMM crew! Idk why I missed that.

Would you ever like to work remotely and travel? That’d be nice, sure.

When were you the poorest that you have ever been? Quarantine.

#survey #surveys

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doe-eyeddarlin · 4 years

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Oku & Josuke (separate) pegging headcanons N*fw

Sorry I haven’t been around lately, getting lost in other fandoms and my new job. I can’t promise I’ll post regularly inspiration just hit to write some nsfw for my two favorite soft bois.

Josuke

Honestly once they bring it up his ears perk up (he’s definitely thought about it just didn’t want to ask). He doesn’t even try to act hesitant he’ll ask just what you had in mind.

The two of you will go online to check out toys and eventually order something you’re both comfortable with (it’ll most likely be something modest in size and look pretty non threatening, brightly colored not too realistic).

When it comes you can tell he’s excited and can’t wait to actually see you with the harness around your bare hips. His face gets very red just thinking of it and he can feel his entire body getting warm.

He doesn’t need much reassurance when the time comes, in fact he’s pretty confident. Even lavishing you with compliments on how amazing you look, just how he’d pictured in his mind.

He’s already on the bed laying on his stomach in his boxers, he doesn’t need any direction but you’re welcome to be more dominant. When you’re climbing on top of him kissing the nape of his neck and his broad shoulders, that’s when he starts losing his composure.

When he hears you whisper to take the rest of his clothes off and feels you tug on the band of his boxers, there’s shivers down his spine. He is ready and clumsily helps you take them off.

You reach for the lube on the bed side stand putting it in you hand gliding it against the shaft of the toy. He’s much less patient than usual and more desperate as you push against his entrance. His response is a quiet whimper that turns to a pleased hum as you ease the toy farther in. Not before long he’s repositioned himself on all four and your pace becomes more steady. With each rhythmic movement delighted hums turn to moans and pants of your name. As he get closer he reaches for the shaft of his cock and starts rubbing in tandem with each snap of your hips into him. At this point he’s an absolute mess (his perfect pompadour not so perfect, tussled and strands damp with sweat). He begs for you to go faster and harder, his pants of your name turns to a full on cry as you hit just the right spot while his hand works his cock. You give his shoulder a soft bite as he cums and slowly pull out of him, he rolls to his back huffing in blissful exhaustion.

Okuyasu

He’ll be all bluster about it, “Anything for you babe I can Handel it!”. He’s pretty excited it’s something he’s curious about. He’s a bit more brazen with the toys he picks, anything you want. He’ll set his limits of course, nothing comically huge but other than that he’s fine.

He’s really just concerned how are you gonna get pleasure from this if the toy is just attached to you. You might have to explain that it’s a kink and that that’s how it gets you off. Honestly he’s not fully convinced, he’ll even ask if he can go down on you afterward just to make sure you get yours.

When the two of you shop for said toy he’s like a kid in a candy store (woah there’s so many colors and styles) he can’t just pick one. “What’s your favorite babe? I can’t choose”.

Once you pick one with some of his specification he’s over the moon, he want hold it. That feels really nice in his hand and he’s turned on thinking about how it’s gonna feel inside.

Sure he’s excited but he’s red from head to toe, he’s gonna need more reassurance than Josuke.

He’s on the bed on all fours already naked but a tiny bit nervous. You’re kissing his neck, shoulders, and his cheek asking if he’s ok. “We don’t need to if you don’t want to” you say gently. He shakes his head in reply, and makes it clear he want to he’s just not sure what to expect.

You lube up the toy and rub it against his hole as you softly rest one hand on the small of his back. He lets out a low hum giving you permission to proceed and let’s his hand find the soft flesh between his thighs. As you sink deeper inside his fingers curl around his cock and start slowly stroking himself.

The more you find your rhythm he follows along panting and grunt out sounds of ecstasy. (The more noise you make the louder he gets). It’s not long before loses control starts cursing and cums, shortly after uttering how much he loves you. He whimpers as you pull out and nearly collapses on the bed thighs twitching from pleasure, not at all concerned with the mess he’s made. After he catches his breathe he’s determined lap you up until you’re completely satisfied.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #josuke part 4 #Oku #n*fw text #smut

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iamartemisday · 4 years

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53 + 86 for Bucky/Jane please? ❤️

Mutual Pining + I didn’t mean to turn you on.

You know what we need? Superhero Rom Coms!

Okay, so Jane and Thor have broken up. He’s on Asgard or in space or whatever. Point is, he’s not around.

Jane is just getting to the point where she feels comfortable dating again. Meanwhile, Bucky Barnes has just moved into Avengers headquarters and can’t help but notice the gorgeous scientist running around with Tony and Dr. Banner. He finds out more about her from Steve, including that she used to date Thor. If that isn’t a total buzzkill. How could an absolute mess of a human like him live up to an actual god prince?

Oh well, he can still admire from afar.

What he doesn’t know is he’s not the only one with wandering eyes. The new guy was barely on Jane’s radar before she happened to catch sight of him in the in-house cafe. Any part of her that might’ve preferred blondes goes right out the window when Tall, Dark, and Handsome James Buchanan Barnes walks by. That he’s reading a book on astronomy while he eats only adds to her interest. Later that day she walks by the gym and catches him working out shirtless.

That’s it. She’s done.

Not that it would ever work out. She’s checked online (not by choice mind you, Darcy just won’t stop looking at those stupid fan websites) and Bucky has already topped the latest ‘Hottest Avenger’ poll by a landslide. He’s not even an official team member yet!

But yeah, a guy like that could have any woman he wanted. No way he’d pick her.

And so, Bucky and Jane both decide it’s time to be realistic. Bucky throws himself into training getting ready to become an Avenger. Jane throws herself into her work and also makes an online dating profile. She gets a few hits right away. All of them appear completely normal. None of them send her a dick pic. This might actually work!

She starts going on dates. Bucky starts going on missions. The stars align in the most infuriatingly perfect way because somehow or other, they just keep running into each other!

First time: Jane is out with a guy named Bill who is an environmental biologist. He’s a really nice guy if a bit monotone when he speaks. Jane’s not really feeling it, but it gets all the better when Bucky literally comes bursting through a window with some terrorist guy he’s fighting. Bill immediately freaks out and runs, leaving Jane behind. She honestly doesn’t blame him, but she’s not calling him back either.

Second time: Jane actually doesn’t mind when Bucky stumbles into the coffee shop after an eighteen-hour stakeout. This guy she’s with, who insists on being called Herbert I of Swizterland, was just telling her all about how he secretly conquered the Roman empire three thousand years ago. But oh no, that’s her dear friend who needs her help after a long night on the job. Sorry, we have to cut this short, Herbert- er, Your Majesty.

Third time: She’s not actually on a date, she’s at a conference which is nearly ruined by one of those extremist groups trying to set the place on fire. Bucky personally saves her from a guy with a hand grenade and is rewarded with a front row seat when the conference is rescheduled for the next day. Jane tries not to look only at him while she gives her speech. It’s harder than it looks.

Fourth time: Bucky is on a date. Natasha set him up with a woman from accounting. Her name is Cheryl, she’s pretty cool and definitely pretty. Not a scientist, but that’s no big deal. What is a big deal is how often she brings the conversation back to her BDSM kink. Like… over and over again. Bucky is no prude, but he’s not sure they’re ready to start thinking about who should tie the other up and spank them with a whip just yet. They just met two hours ago, so…

Bucky sends a coded message to Steve, who helpfully calls him with an ‘urgent mission’ Bucky needs to be on right away. He apologizes to Cheryl and takes his leave. This is how he finds Jane in a bar several blocks away. Some guy keeps trying to talk to her even though she’s clearly not interested. Bucky is still exhausted from the date and also just the last few weeks in general. He literally just grabs the guy, tosses him across the room into a wall, sits next to Jane and asks her how her day has been.

Jane does what she does next for a number of reasons.

1: She’s tipsy. Not so bad that she’s completely disoriented, but enough that her usual inhibitions are pretty much gone.

2: She’s been hot for Bucky for weeks. No point in denying it anymore.

3: What he just did is actually one of the sexiest things she’s ever seen in her life.

So she kisses him. Hard. She literally gets in his lap and just keeps kissing him until she runs out of breath.

When they let go, Jane thinks she should apologize. If her voicebox would work, that’s exactly what she would do. Instead, she kisses him again. People are staring at them now. A few of them whistle. Finally, Bucky has the sense to think maybe they should leave. He leads Jane to her truck and takes the keys to drive them home. On the way, they try to make small talk. Bucky ends up thanking her for helping him get over the awful date he just had. Jane thanks him for all the bad dates he got her out of. They start to joke about maybe just dating each other. Then it becomes less of a joke.

Because of course, Bucky was never a downgrade from Thor. He’s gorgeous, strong, smart, and so so kind. In many ways, he’s a total upgrade!

And Jane was never just another fangirl. Bucky never wanted someone from the internet. He wants a brilliant, beautiful, capable woman like her.

After their first date, where no one draws a gun or needs to form an escape plan, Bucky and Jane are thinking maybe this will actually work out.

Many dates later, when Bucky is about to go ring shopping, he knows for sure that it has.

#Bucky Barnes #Jane Foster #Bucky/Jane #WinterScience #fanfic prompts #fic I won't write

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♡ ◟ ° › jung jaewon, cismale, he/him, twenty three ⋯ ❛ thank you for applying to STONED RECORDS, MILO YUN ! before we start this job interview, i would just like to go over a few questions. you said your best attribute was ASSERTIVE, right ? well, word around town is that some people find you to be a bit more EGOCENTRIC … but, nevermind that. i’m actually more curious about whether you were actually THE ONE WHO LEAKED THEIR EX’S NUDES last year ? oh, you were ? that’s unfortunate. on the bright side, i heard that you excel at VIDEOGRAPHY …. so that’s cool ! now, one more question … your last manager said that you’re hiding that you’ve been CAMMING FOR TWO YEARS FOR SOME SIDE CASH AND YOUR BEST FRIEND’S FATHER IS YOUR NUMBER ONE TIPPER, is that true ? — haha , just kidding ! they didn’t say that, i just read that about you online . anyway , you got the job ! ❜ 】 eri, pst, she/her.

hello i’m eri ! a cat obsessed, possibly nocturnal and very awkward individual. this is my first time joining an rp in .. years, and honestly i am very excited. i do work full time so i will likely be more active on line, but i look forward to writing threads on the dash as well ! i want to preface this with the fact that i am NOT my muse. the things that milo does / say are not me, i do not agree with his moral ( or lack there of ) and trust me when i say i probably hate him more than you. with that said, prepare yourself for the mess that is milo yun.

so to start off, a brief history of milo's childhood: boy was a spoiled BRAT. his mother gave him everything, he basically never heard the word no, and although he ended up with a little sister by five years he still radiated and owned his only child energy. his mother married a very wealthy man when he was about 8, and milo always hated him for taking even more attention away from him. the only good thing that came from his step-dad was all the money he knew came directly from that man's bank account.

growing up, he was a generally decent person other than his hatred of the word no and not getting his way. personality-wise, he was tolerable. he teased people in joking ways, was a bit outspoken, but nothing too bad. that was until he got in his first relationship. he'd lost his virginity at 13 but didn't get with anyone for real until 15/16 ( i am hoping to get this connection so we can discuss that further if you're interested ). it was a year or so together before milo found out they'd cheated on him and that changed him for the worst. never having been the most romantic guy, he vowed to be the exact opposite from that day on. never again would someone make him cry, never would someone come close enough to his heart to break it, and he would never allow himself to be vulnerable with someone on a level like that again.

it wasn't just a fear of love he gained but an entirely fucked up and cynical attitude as well. he started acting out more, picking fights with people until someone else swung first and he couldn't be pinned for starting it (even though he 100% instigated it ). he wasn't miserable, but he had miserable moments. and soon it became harder for him to care about other's feelings or happiness, and started worrying only about his own happiness and his own needs.

by the time he finished high school he had a well-known reputation of being quite the casanova, and had left all too many hearts broken in his wake. he might not have the urge to love again, but he had a craving for every other part of it ... and deep down he missed it, feeling loved, even if he had no intention of reciprocating it.

BASICALLY, HE FUCKS AROUND AND PLAYS WITH PEOPLE'S HEARTS BECAUSE HE WANTS TO BE WANTED BUT ALSO NEVER WANTS TO NEED ANYONE EVER AGAIN OK.

ok so at 18 he graduated from high school as you do, naturally his parents assumed he'd be going to college but when he informed them that nah he was not, they waite a few months which were spent partying and acting like a crazed teenager in heat before finally warning him that if he didn't get a job he'd be cut off until he did. naturally, he went a week giving them both the silent treatment.. and in that time landed his first job at a coffee shop. it did not last long, and he worked at various other places around town and most of which he didn't last more than a few months at. authority? yeah .. he simply is not a fan. his luck was running out, that was until he decided to try out camming.

it started off slow, but by 21 he was killing it. getting paid to sit in his room and undress for men who are showering him in compliments and tips?? it was a dream come true. after realizing how much money he could make .. it changed a lot. he decided to only work part-time jobs in order to keep the illusion that he was making regular money a thing, and kept all his camming and sugar daddies behind closed doors.

this plan worked out great, two years in and he's working at stoned records and chilling, while nightly leading his double life as a very successful male cammer with a wide variety of fans from male to female of all ages. his favorites, however .. tend to be the older gentleman, the ones he can sucker into paying for skype dates and private videos, the ones who he has to resist rolling his eyes when he calls them daddy but that instant gratification of gifts of money being sent to him makes it all worth it. simple enough, until one of his top tippers turns out to be his best friend's dad. yikes .. and at first he questioned whether or not this was a good idea, but knowing how much money they had, it was hard to resist. he figured .. if it weren't him, it would be some other cammer so why not enjoy the wealth? well because of this he's been holding in a dark secret, having to avoid eye contact during those awkward run-ins, and pretending not to now intimate details about his own friends' family. this is a plot i would VERY much like to fill, and i am willing to change details or information around to make it fit better with your muse.

ok now that i have rambled forever i'm going to attempt to give a few more points that are much shorter

his rumor is about how he leaked his exes nudes after their break up ... this a heavily desired plot and i would love to have it. milo is a fucked up guy and honestly, they probably found out he cheated so in order to "win" this battle he leaked the nudes he had of them and then proceeded to dump them .. i'm sorry he's horrible

sexually he chooses not to label himself, he is attracted to attractive people and goes for what he wants. pansexual would be the closest description, but he himself will never put his sexuality into a box. with that said, he leans toward the dominant-top position, but he is also very open-minded and very filthy so opportunities are endless with him. sex to him is the biggest ego boost .. he loves being wanted, love the validation he gets from someone wanting him and feeling good because of him. he also very much gets off on others being vulnerable with him ( yes we get it he was traumatized bc he's a big brat ) and enjoys the power play dynamic that can come from sexual situations. anything beyond sex and .. he just stops caring. he knows ahead of time that he'll never be the one from them and doesn't plan on making that realization a very easy or pain-free one.

romantically he has only ever felt that attachment once. after he got his heart broken he vowed no more. he technically considers himself aromantic, but if you ask me he's just stubborn and refuses to relinquish power because he was embarrassed and his ego got very bruised. in reality, he's terrified of being vulnerable and giving someone else the chance to decide he isn't good enough. mind games are fun simply because he knows how to gain and keep the upper hand.

a few last things i feel like mentioning, he gets into fights often, drinks very often, does any sort of substance offered to him ( no injecting himself with anything though ), and basically is just ... a fucked up dude with an extremely distorted view of reality. his ego drives him 90% of the time, and he seriously lacks empathy. he's not the best dude in the world .... very far from it.

oh and his dream was to become a famous youtuber / influencer so he got really good at photography and videography but when he didn't become really famous within six months he gave up and instead started camming, just felt like throwing that in so i didn't forget oK now he's milo with the big dick and great lighting.

OK NOW THAT IM DONE RAMBLING .. hopefully some of you actually made it through this, i apologize again for the length of this. anyway i have stats for him and wanted connections so please feel free to check them out and hit me up if you want to do any of them OR if you have other ideas OR just to brainstorm together because i want all of the plots. ok thank you for reading and ily you !

p.s. all plots are open to any gender unless a specific one is stated where it says open. some may have certain pronouns already written but i am by no means closed off to other gender considering it is not something he has a preference for. i also did not have time to write out as many connections as i wanted so please don’t be discouraged with the lack of them .. i work full time and have been very busy lately i swear. i will try to fill them in / edit them as i get more.

#stone:intro #hello this is milo !!#i apologize for how long this is #i tried to shorten it and it did not work but #its also a rambly mess so please message me if you have questions or just to plot #i swear i am a much nicer person than he is oK

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It was a stupid dare, and you were a dumbass to go through with it… But college is the time to do stupid shit, right?

“Are you serious?” said Rhys, giving your unassuming, un-inked body a once-over. “Sorry, I don’t touch the face, neck, or hands unless you have at least a few pieces already. And honestly, you��re gonna have a hard time finding any artist who would.”

“Wait,” said your friend Jake, who was sitting beside you. “Would you change your mind if we told you it’s for a dare, and he’s gonna get it lasered off after a month?”

“That makes it even worse, dude,” said Rhys, as he started getting up. “I’m serious about my art, and I’m not gonna purposefully give someone a tat he doesn’t really want—”

“—How about I throw in an extra two thousand above your normal fee?” said Jake, nonchalantly.

Before Rhys could even protest, Jake threw two thick stacks of 20s onto the table. You saw the tattooist mouth something in bewilderment before he sat back down. After a few seconds of pondering Jake’s offer, he looked back at you.

“You and your friend have more money than sense, but I need a new set of tires, so… I’m just gonna take this,” he said.

“Oh it’s all Jake’s,” you replied.

  “Just to make sure I got this right… You want a thumb-sized tattoo—chosen by your bougie friend—right on your forehead… And you don’t want to see it until it’s done?”

“That’s right,” you responded. Nerves had your stomach feeling all knotted up, but in your head you knew Jake’s crazy shenanigans always turned out fine in the end. College had been a blast ever since Jake had entered your life.

“And even though you’ve never gotten a tattoo before, you’re gonna be fine with the pain of me repeatedly jabbing needles into your face, and you promise that you’re not gonna bitch out?”

“I promise.”

Rhys sighed.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But if your friend asks me for any hate symbols, I’m gonna kick his ass. Also, he can’t ask for any colors since those are harder to erase. And I’m diluting the black to about a 75% grey. And I’m using a light touch. It’ll start fading right away and probably end up looking like shit, so don’t you ever tag me or this place in any pics online, and don’t tell anyone I did this for you.”

“Deal,” said Jake, before you could respond. “Now let me show you the design…”

After looking at whatever was on Jake’s phone, Rhys quickly led you and Jake to the back and sat you on a chair. After disappearing for a few minutes, Rhys came back with a stencil.

The first 15 minutes of inking felt like an eternity. You focused on keeping your breath steady as the searing pain and the buzzing of the gun pounded your skull. You remained silent as you listened to Jake and Rhys chat on how exactly did you end up in that tattoo shop, on the last Sunday before classes started, with this crazy idea.

Jake, being his over-talkative self, started by explaining how, way back last year, he’d gotten himself an entire house right off campus, where he’d first met you during one of his infamous keggers (the next of which Rhys was totally invited to, by the way). It didn’t take long for Jake to bring you into his crew, and take you on as his next “project.” To like, get you to come out of your shell. Eventually his housemate would move out, which was a bummer, but that meant the room was wide open for you this year.

And it was yesterday morning while you were moving in, when another of Jake’s friends mentioned the new tattoo removal clinic that had opened over the summer. And you guys were curious about it, even though no one in the group had any tats. (But Jake totally would’ve tatted up by now if his dad wouldn’t disown him.)

So you volunteered to get some ink. And not just anywhere, but right on your forehead, and you’d keep it there for four weeks until you started getting laser treatments to get rid of it. Cuz you’re crazy like that.

Wait, was that really how the conversation went? You could’ve sworn it was Jake’s idea…

Jake—being in his “comfortable” financial situation—would pay for the tattoo, and then for the removal. And if you went about your college life without covering up the tat or holing up in your room while you had it, you could choose any tattoo that would stay on Jake’s ass until graduation. Sure, the whole plan sounded like something straight out of Jackass, but college is the time to do stupid shit, and maybe this shit could get you famous on Youtube or something.

You broke your silence by telling Rhys you needed a breather. The pain had been making you clench all over.

After Rhys stepped out of the space, Jake took out a pair of wireless Beats from his bag.

“Hey, champ, you did great. You’re a beast,” Jake said, flashing a mischievous grin.

“Thanks Jaker. I had no idea it was gonna hurt that much. I was afraid I was gonna move… What’s that for?” You pointed to the headphones.

“I just remembered I brought these, so maybe you should listen to that playlist you like so much… You know, to distract from the pain.”

“You mean your weird take on ‘lo-fi chill beats to study and relax to?’ Don’t get so full of yourself, I don’t like it that much, haha.”

“Woww...” Jake pulled back his wavy dark brown bangs as he feigned offense.

“That hurts, bro. You know how much of my heart and soul I put into updating my playlist… Actually, I’m not at all hurt cuz I know you’ll beg me to put it on for you, and you’re gonna love it and thank me for its healing power—”

“—OK, OK, that’s enough. Just put the headphones on me. My hands are all clammy and gross.”

“Sure thing, bro,” said Jake, with a strange twinkle in his hazel eyes.

As soon as Jake sat back down from putting the headphones on you, you saw Rhys return, donning fresh gloves. You closed your eyes as the familiar music enveloped you. It was the soundtrack of the many late nights you spent with Jake in his room. Sometimes you really did your studying to it. But other times, you’d relax, talking with Jake about everything and anything, but mostly you and the potential he saw in you. Listening to the playlist often took you back to the first time you’d met him, during that fateful party almost exactly a year ago.

He’d been standing out on the balcony, watching the full moon. You’d asked him what he was listening to, and with a smirk, he’d wordlessly stuck both earbuds into your ears. At first you were confused by the silence but then you picked up on the beat… And the two different voices, split between both ears:

“Trust me,” sang the left, with heavy distortion.

“Lose control,” sang the right, sounding slowed down.

“TRUST ME.”  

“LOSE CONTROL.”

“TRUST ME.”

“LOSE CONTROL.” The music started to speed up.

“TRUST ME. LOSE CONTROL. TRUST ME. LOSE CONTROL…”

This song always took you back… But this time, as you were listening to it in the tattoo parlor, something was different. A third voice, evenly spread to sound like it was stalking you from behind:

“This is the next phase. Become the new meat.

“You are the meathead,” the voice approached closer.

“You are the meathead,” closer.

I AM THE MEATHEAD, you replied with the whole of your being, before being awoken by a hand tapping your shoulder.

 “Hey, wake up, Champ,” Jake said as he took off the headphones. “You’re all done.”

You were confused.

You’d thought the tattoo was gonna take at least an hour, but after just one song on Jake’s playlist, you were done already. At first you were tempted to feel concerned, but you remembered that Jake had said it would distract from the pain, and he was right. He was always looking out for you.

“Well,” said Rhys, handing you a mirror. “What do you think?”

You looked at your reflection. There, right in the middle of your forehead:

🍖

The meat emoji. A cylinder with two ends of a bone sticking out of it. Really? You were surprised, but relieved that it wasn’t something obscene or gross. Little did you know that it unlocked the next phase of Jake’s plans for your development…

#mind control #tf story #meathead #jock #dumber #brainwashing #college #bro #tats

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cheeseeatingtrashmonster · 5 years

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Be My Lois Lane (Marichat May) Chapter 4: Birthday

Ao3

"You're sure the Miraculous magic is strong enough to disguise my voice?" Adrien asked Plagg.

"Look, kid, I may be weakened without my other half, but I'm not some frail, sickly little thing like the Peacock, okay?" Plagg gulped down a Camembert wedge in one piece and laid on his back on the couch, rubbing his belly. "I still don't get why you have to call her again. You just saw her a couple of hours ago."

"As Adrien. I'm calling her as Chat."

"But why?"

"She's the one who decides what the public thinks about me. It'd be nice to start off on a better foot than what she thinks of me so far."

Plagg gave a dramatic sigh. "Let's get this over with."

Adrien transformed, put the scrap of paper with Marinette's phone number in his pocket, crept out of his window, and bounded out into the night.

Earlier that day

Adrien stepped into the coffee shop and knew he had to get decaf. He was practically vibrating out of his skin. Marinette might be able to find Ladybug! He had to ask her still, but that’s why they were having this meetup.

He spotted Marinette in line for coffee and joined her.

"Thanks for meeting me," Adrien said.

"Any friend of Nino's is a friend of mine," she said.

"That's my line!"

They reached the counter and a man with shocking red hair greeted them.

"Marinette! I didn't know you were coming here today!"

"I texted Marc!"

"They're always forgetting their phone."

"Adrien, this is Nathaniel. He, his partner Marc, Nino, and I all went to high school together. We were the nerdy art kids. Nath, this is Nino's friend from work, Adrien."

They exchanged greetings and coffee orders, and Adrien and Marinette went to claim a table.

"Nath and Marc opened this place a couple of years ago," Marinette said. "Marc was still in the middle of their business degree when they did."

"I like the superhero theme," Adrien said, glancing around at the murals on the walls.

"Business really picked up after that stupid alley cat started running around." She wrinkled her nose. "They even have that awful picture from the paper hanging behind the counter."

"I'm telling you, it's not a bad picture of you," Adrien said, trying not to smirk.

"Here you go," Nath said, bringing their drinks over personally. "And a muffin for the birthday girl. I didn't make cupcakes this morning because I didn't think I'd see you today."

"You don't need to give me a muffin-" Nath had started walking away, hands covering his ears, pretending he couldn't hear her. "Thank you! Dork."

Marinette turned back to Adrien, ducking her head a little. Her cheeks had more pink than a moment before, and Adrien found himself smiling at her shyness.

"Happy birthday," he said.

"Thank you." She started picking at her muffin. "So, you were kinda vague in your messages about what I could help you with. What's up?"

Adrien took a breath. The jitters came back in full force. "You are the first person I really know with investigative skills who is also part of the fashion scene in Paris."

Marinette's eyebrows drew together. “Okay…”

“I want to find someone.”

Marinette's heart rate picked up. She was already trying very hard to play it cool. A literal supermodel had asked her to coffee for help with a vague problem. Now she was finally getting to know what she could do, and honestly, she was excited. There would be some jumping up and down and screaming and dancing Shadow around the apartment later.

"There's a designer I met a few months ago. I don't know her name. I can't really look for her myself because I don't want word getting around that I'm looking for her. So I was hoping, if you don't mind, you would help me? I would pay you for your time, of course."

A sense of cold dread started trickling down her spine. She tried to convince herself it was just the air conditioning.

"I, uh, I can probably help. I'd feel bad taking your money, though, because I'm just starting out." Adrien started to protest, but she cut him off with a raised hand. "I insist! It'll be a favor for a new friend, okay?"

Adrien hesitated, then nodded, a small smile on his face. "Okay. But I'll owe you a big favor in return, alright?"

"That works for me! So, who are you looking for?"

His smile grew. "Her name is Ladybug."

It wasn't the air conditioning.

"What do I do? Why did I say yes? This is a disaster!"

Marinette was pacing her apartment, Shadow following her and living up to his name. She had her phone to her ear, and the other was waving wildly.

"Why is this a disaster?" Alya asked. "A hot, rich guy in your chosen field of work wants to find you. And don't think you're getting out of explaining to me why you didn't tell me about the hours you spent flirting with Adrien Agreste right after it happened."

"Uh, my mom was in the hospital?" She stopped walking and Shadow took advantage to wind around her legs, mewling at her.

"Oh, yeah, that was awful. How's she doing?"

"Really well. She says hi, by the way."

"Aw, I need to stop by the bakery and give her a hug. So why didn't you tell me at any point in the last six months after we knew your mom would be okay?"

Marinette whined in annoyance. "Because... I don't know! It was just such a nice moment, and I figured I would never meet him again, so I just wanted to, like, hold on to it for myself." She sat where she was, in the middle of the floor, and pulled Shadow onto her lap. "And now I've met him again, and we're kinda becoming friends, and he wants me to find... myself."

Alya's voice had softened after that rant. "And again I ask: that's a problem why?"

"Remember why I transferred to your university and hid my real name from everyone I could?"

"Oof. Yeah. The design thief. What's she got to do with Adrien?"

"The first company she went to when trying to drive me out of fashion was the Gabriel brand. She works there now. If Adrien's trying to get Ladybug to work for Gabriel, I'll be ruined when they figure out that Ladybug is me. Oh! Or what if his father wanted him to look for Ladybug to drive her out of business? My shop is small, but it could be seen as competition. Or maybe-"

"Woah, Marinette, chill! You don't know that any of that is true."

Shadow's ears perked up suddenly. He dove off Marinette's lap and sat in front of the sliding glass door to the fourth-floor balcony, staring into the darkness with the same intensity he gave the youtube video of birds Marinette liked to play for him.

"I don't know that it's not, either. I'm not risking my business. The online boutique is doing well, and at this rate, I'll have enough saved up to open a small physical store at the end of next year."

"What if he's asking about Ladybug because he enjoyed talking to you at that fashion show? What if you're his Cinderella?"

Marinette snorted. "Yeah, that'll be the day."

Marinette's phone beeped. She pulled it away from her ear and found an unknown number on call waiting.

"Hey, Al? Mind if we talk more tomorrow? I've got another call."

The girls said goodnight and Marinette took the incoming call.

"Hello?"

"Miss Dupain-Cheng. It's nice to hear your voice under less un-fur-tunate circumstances than those of our first meeting."

Marinette frowned. Who in the world was calling her to deliver bad cat puns at quarter past eleven at night?

"I'm sorry," she started, "who is-"

"Oh, how rude of me," the caller interrupted. "This is your friendly neighborhood superhero."

Marinette blinked a few times. Was this a prank? Had Chloe found her phone number and gotten some guy to pretend to be Chat Noir?

"You're telling me that you're Chat Noir?"

"Yes. And you're Marinette! Now that we've straightened that out-"

"Who put you up to this?" she interrupted. "My first guess is Chloe, but I wouldn't be surprised if some of the others in the department at work thought this would be funny."

"I- what? No, it's really me."

"Why would I believe that?" She got as close to crossing her arms as she could while holding the phone to her ear. "You're the hero of Paris, and known to be wary of the press. Why would you call me up out of the blue if you really were Chat Noir?"

"I... okay," he said, speech slowing, "I didn't plan on having to convince you of who I am. What would convince you of who I am?"

"What did you say to the guy you rescued me from? Right when you showed up? Only Chat would know that."

"That... why did you have an answer for that so quickly? Do you think up ways to make people you meet prove they're who they are often?"

"Sounds like you're stalling."

"I'm not-! Okay, let me think. He was... some kind of banana... fruit salad guy... I said something about you being too pink and not a good accessory for his outfit, I think? This was a week ago, so I don't remember exactly."

Marinette hummed, pursing her lips. Was there any chance someone had overheard them? Probably not. So that meant-

"Holy crap, Chat Noir called me on my cell phone."

Chat laughed. "You believe me now?"

She covered her face with her free hand. "Yes. Sorry I bidn't delieve you- Sorry I didn't believe you!" Curse that nervous stumbling of her tongue! "So, Chat Noir. What can I help you with?"

"A little birdie told me that you're the new Chat Noir reporter for The Daily Planet," he said. "I got curious. Cats and curiosity, you know? So I figured I'd give you a call, get to know you a little."

"Do you have an in at the paper?" she asked.

“Maybe.”

"Yes, I'm your new reporter. That stupid picture of you saving me got me pigeon-holed into reporting on you instead of the position I actually wanted."

"Hmm. You sound, purr-haps, unhappy with this assignment?"

She sighed. "It's not you. It's that there was another job I liked better. And, from the little research I've managed to do on you so far, you've avoided or turned down literally every interview, picture, or question since you showed up. Sounds like I won't be getting many quotes from you, which makes my job harder."

"I am sorry about that. I take my job very seriously, so I don’t want the distraction of interviews, and I very much don’t want my hero life and personal life at any risk of mixing."

"Then why did you call? If you're not going to work with me, why take the time to hunt down my phone number?"

"I told you, curiosity."

"You know I could probably write about six articles from this conversation alone, right?"

He gave a small laugh. "Oh, but my research on you didn't stop at your phone number, Princess. You're not the type to print something I haven't okayed. You put the 'integrity' in 'journalistic integrity' from what I hear."

"Princess? Are you serious with that nickname?"

"Hmm, maybe not. I'll think of some others."

Her instincts were still nagging at her. "And you really called just to test out your theory that I'm a good person?"

"Okay, you got me," he said. "My research also found out another little fact about you."

"And what's that?"

"Go out on your balcony."

"...Seriously?"

He laughed again. "Just do it, please?"

Marinette scooped Shadow up from where he was napping in front of the door and held him to her chest so he couldn't get into trouble on the balcony. She pinned her phone between her ear and her shoulder and opened the door.

"Look down."

At first, she thought he meant down on the ground, stories below. Then her eyes fell on something shiny on the floor of the balcony near the bars. She picked it up and took it inside, setting Shadow down while she stared at the item in her hands.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Open it."

She opened the box wrapped in silver paper. Inside was a beautiful, high-quality notebook- just the right size for a reporter to keep in her purse- and a fancy pen that felt just right in her hand.

"I- why did- thank you?" She shook her head. "Why the gift?"

"A reporter needs a good notebook and pen," he said. "And I'm sure you know that cats like leaving 'gifts' for people." That got a small chuckle out of her. "But I dropped it off because of that detail I found out about you." He paused, and she turned to squint out the balcony door into the dark streets below. "Happy birthday, Marinette."

She frowned at the box in her hands. "Wait, how did you-"

He hung up.

Marinette sighed and sat on the floor again, petting a sleepy Shadow where he had curled next to the couch. "He's clever," she said. "If he's going to be difficult about interviews, then I'm going to have to be clever to get what I need so I can write about him."

Shadow stretched, yawned, and got up to walk away.

"This job might be a little bit fun after all."

She opened her journal, uncapped her pen, and started taking notes. She wouldn't use anything from his phone call in any articles, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to save the information for her own use.

Chat replayed his conversation with Marinette in his head, hand still on the phone he had just placed back on the receiver, and let himself smile. He would remain a mystery to the city in all the important ways- who he was, where he lived, who was important to him- but Marinette would probably be good for his image overall. She didn't really hate him, as she had tried to convince Adrien earlier that day, and last week at the fashion show. One phone call, one small gift, and she sounded much less angry.

At home, Adrien fed Plagg and settled down with a book. He was just getting to the good part when Plagg floated over the pages to sit blocking his view of the words.

"So, did that conversation go as you planned?" Plagg asked.

"Yeah, it pretty much did," he said. "She could be a very useful ally." He tried to hide a smile as he brushed Plagg out of the way of his book. "And it sounds like she'll have some fun with the job, now that she knows getting information from me will be a challenge."

Plagg sighed. "So long as I get my cheese, you can flirt and play games with Reporter Girl as much as you want."

Adrien rolled his eyes and gave Plagg another piece of cheese. "Maybe I will. I think we'd both enjoy a game of... cat and mouse."

Plagg gave a long-suffering sigh. It was always like this before his Chat identified his Ladybug. Hopefully, these kids will figure it out quickly. If only for his sanity.

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