#mosquito bite treatment | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

landscapedesignfirm · 2 years

Text

Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes have long been considered summertime pests. You know that mosquitoes are annoying with their high-pitched buzzing on hot summer nights, and that their bites lead to itchy skin. Did you know that these insects pose health risks to animals and people? Mosquitoes are actually a major risk to human and animal health. Mosquito borne diseases are spread through their bites, which can cause sickness and death in both humans and animals.

Mosquito Bites

Bites from mosquitoes cause itchy skin and welts in most humans, resulting from the immune system releasing histamine when the mosquito breaks the skin. Though mosquitoes consume nectar for energy to fly, females need a blood meal to nourish developing eggs. These female mosquitoes are attracted by carbon dioxide, so humans and animals are perfect targets. Mosquitoes are also likely to fly in groups, so a person can receive multiple bites in a short time.

The Risks Mosquitoes Carry

These pests carry numerous risks for humans and animals during their active times. They are typically not active when temperatures drop below 50 degrees.

Mosquito Risk to Human Health

Mosquitoes are a risk to human health in the United States, particularly during the summer months. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reports that there are about 3,000 deaths in the United States each year from mosquito-borne diseases, including:

Zika virus

West Nile virus

Eastern equine encephalitis

Mosquito Risk to Animal Health

With their fur, you might think that animals would be protected from mosquito bites. However, they are at risk of health problems from mosquito bites too. Mosquitoes transmit heartworm disease, which can be fatal to dogs, cats and horses.

You can protect your animals in a few ways:

Use a heartworm preventative that kills mosquitoes. The heartworm preventative you use also kills other blood-feeding insects such as ticks and fleas.

Keep your pet indoors at dawn and dusk when mosquitoes are most active.

Use insect repellents for dogs such as spot-on treatments (Frontline Shield, Advantix II) or natural sprays (Wondercide, Vet’s Best). Repellents intended for humans (especially those containing DEET) are not recommended for use on animals.

The best way to prevent these diseases is to reduce the number of mosquitoes in your landscape using Integrated Pest Management (IPM).

How Integrated Pest Management Helps

Integrated Pest Management (IPM) is a pest management strategy that combines common-sense practices and ecological concepts to reduce pest populations. These practices include:

Pesticide application when necessary

Prevention of pests by exclusion, sanitation, and other non-chemical means; and if pesticides are used, choosing the least toxic one for the situation at hand

Monitoring for insect population trends so appropriate pesticides can be applied only when needed

IPM’s holistic plant health care and pest management helps create and maintain conditions ideal for a landscape’s health and minimize pests’ presence and effect.

Mosquito Management

What are the ways to treat mosquitoes in your landscape?

Insecticides

Plant health care professionals may use insecticides to treat pests in a home landscape. Insecticides are most effective against immature mosquitoes when applied to areas where water collects, such as around the foundation of a house and near fish ponds or birdbaths that hold water for long periods. For control of adult mosquitoes, we recommend treatment of mosquito resting and mating sites (such as plant material) up to 6 feet high around the boundary of a property or landscape feature such as a deck, patio, or pool. For consistent control of adult mosquitoes, treatments should be reapplied monthly through the peak season of mosquito activity.

Repellents

Repellents can be sprayed on plants as a preventive measure against mosquitoes.

Biological Controls

Some natural predators feed on mosquito larvae in water bodies, including dragonflies, damselflies, and backswimmers. Unfortunately, these predators fail to survive long enough after hatching to effectively control populations for more than one generation unless abundant food is available for them all year round. Each generation of mosquito adults generally only mates once, and males die within about 2 weeks of mating. Females can live for a month or more, may lay up to 10 batches of eggs (50 to 500 per batch), and will continue to feed on blood throughout their lives.

Barriers

You can also use barriers like mesh screens across doorways leading outside or window screens over windows that open onto balconies or porches where people spend time outdoors during evenings. The barriers can help keep pests from entering your house.

Eliminating Standing Water

Eliminating standing water is an effective method of reducing mosquito populations since water is required for mosquito eggs to hatch. This practice is referred to as source reduction. Examples include old tires, buckets, flower vases, abandoned toys, and other items that collect rainwater in shady areas of your yard. If you have a pool or pond in your yard, ensure proper maintenance to prevent algae and mosquito-friendly plants such as cattails from growing.

Contact Burkholder PHC for Treatment of Mosquitoes and Other Pests of Human Health

Mosquitoes can pose significant risks to human health. We would recommend a professional evaluation to determine if your property is infested with or at risk of infestation with these pests. Our evaluation is free, and proper treatments can restore your landscape’s health. Contact Burkholder PHC today for a free consultation.

Blog is originally published at: https://www.burkholderphc.com/mosquitoes/

It is republished with the permission from the author.

#mosquitoes #Treatment of Mosquitoes #Integrated Pest Management #Mosquito Management #Mosquito Bites

0 notes

rizsu · 8 months

Text

pillow fight gojo satoru.

sum. when gojo prepares to sacrifice himself for world peace ( ur ignoring him and he won't let you have peace )

gojo knows he's being childish. stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed as the aftermath of a previous argument. nothing about it bordered serious — in fact, it was nothing short of petty. when it soon dawned on him that you're not going to budge, he decided it'll be best to divide himself from you.

the problem? he's like a pesky mosquito who can't leave its marked person alone. gojo can leave but he won't. earlier amidst the argument you locked him out of the room and he felt himself teetering over the edge. he couldn't believe it. stunned, he left you to isolate yourself, deciding that the only way to counter you is to do the same — isolation.

it did not work.

you barely cared, he itched to end the silent treatment game. the day went along like that; you ignoring gojo and gojo purposefully using his outside voice whenever you were on a call. one way or another you'll have to acknowledge him — even if it meant sacrificing his own pillow. one man's sacrifice is another man's gift. unfortunately gojo's found himself as the man who isn't receiving any gifts.

"can you move these damn pillows?" annoyed, you pushed the top pillow onto him.

jackpot! he celebrated, smiling like an idiot when you broke the silence. holding the pillow above, he replaced it back to its original position: atop the other one.

a heavy sigh escapes from you. gojo can practically envision the eye roll you gave him. soon enough you'll be annoyed into removing both pillows and that's where he'll begin the plan.

you sighed again, moving your hand to pinch your nose's bridge, "satoru, just move it... please."

eh, good enough. you didn't move the pillows, but you did ask nicely.

"'kay," with just two clean moves, the pillows found a new home on the floor and you're back in gojo's view.

he turns his head to you, watching how you were quick to turn on your right; the side where he won't be able to see your face. he'll take whatever though — it's not like he doesn't have your every feature embedded into his brain.

"what would you do if i hugged you?" gojo asked, already propping his upper body on his elbow.

"do not," you sternly replied.

"i'm gonna do it," being true to his word, gojo rolls over to you, throwing one leg and a hand on you. he smiles like a fool in love knowing you won't push him off.

"you're so annoying, satoru."

"and you love me for it," snuggling his head into the crook of your neck, he breathes in, finishing the romantic act by biting you.

"ouch — SATORU."

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen.#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo drabbles #gojo satoru fluff

972 notes · View notes

eatbabies0 · 10 months

Note

Pip is so cute. Pip is so silly. I don't understand how cold and pathetic you fucking could be to hate pip. He already gets enough torture from the other kids, and he can't even rest in peace. He's such a cutie. He's a silly british guy who was left behind and forgotten in another timeline. If you hate pip, you basically hate cats and dogs. Pip is one of the silliest. If you hate pip, you should end your life. Your stages in life have clearly went to the very last point and your blood might as well be cold. If you hate pip, you're a fucking maggot. You're as annoying and useless as a mosquito flying around and biting me. You're a fucking burden. You deserve nothing if you hate pip. He gets tormented and you can't even show remorse for him? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you like, okay? Did something hit your head? Did you not get treatment? I don't understand people who could ever hate pip, he does nothing wrong and is overall a punching bag. Pip is my son and I love him. He doesn't deserve anything wrong or negative. Pip is a sweetheart who is nothing but nice to people and you wanna go and say you hate him? You'd burn him? You're happy he's dead? I can't understand you. Are you on another planet? Did we watch the same show? Do you even watch south park or do you just take other peoples words? If you hate pip, you should fucking rot. You should burn. You're a disgusting person. I feel like you'd be the kind of person to pick on him if he was in school. He's nothing but a kind gentleman who wants nothing more than to treat others properly. He's a silly little guy. He deserves the world. I can't believe YOUR ass would go and say "I hate pip Im so happy he's dead" like wow, wow, you might as well be as fat as a discord mod or that guy who played world of warcraft so much he was able to practically glitch the game in that one episode. You're a terrible person with terrible thoughts, feelings, and have no purpose of living on this planet. You should mature. You're disgusting honestly. I can't believe how you'd decide that you'd go and comment that. I will spread yo cheeks little bro if i see you in these comments again. I feel like you'd be the type of person to sit at your computer all day on reddit eating chips. You're a disgusting person with absolutely no life. And I hope one day I hear news that you got hurt really badly. I hope one day you get one of your limbs cut off. I hope you get aids. I hope you get cancer. I wish every bad thing onto you. I wish the worst upon you. I hate every aspect of you and I hope your IP address gets leaked and your house gets nuked. I hope one day you get crushed to death just like my son did. I hope someone pisses on your grave. I hope nobody comes to your funeral. You know what? I hope you don't even get a funeral. I hope you just get left to rot and decompose wherever you died. I hope nobody ever misses you, and nobody will remember you. I hope someone says one day "God, I hated that guy so much. I'm so happy he's dead." Oh wait, that'll be me. I fucking HATE. YOU. And i wish the worst upon you. "Let people have opinions" not when they're negative about my son, my child. I hate every aspect of you. And I hope you perish and are tormented the worst way imaginable in hell. I hope one day you fucking rot. I hope you burn and survive. I hope you end up like the preschool teacher in South Park and can only beep on your machine for yes and no. I hope you'll be forgotten, and i hope nobody marries you. I hope you never get far enough in life and I hope you die early. I hope you die young. I hope you never get a spouse. i hate every section, every aspect, every part, I hate the blood that pumps in your veins, i hate everyone related to you, i hate your mom, i hate your dad, I hope one day, your bloodline disappears just like pip's did. I can't believe you'd really go on and hate on my son who did nothing wrong to you. And this is the longest thing i've EVER written without copy-paste.

214 notes · View notes

jahayla-parker · 7 months

Text

Note/confession: this was an unplanned fic that I’ve written to shamelessly offer myself some semblance of comfort (or as I told @ell0ra-br3kk3r , remedying me needing my Freddy fix after the events of my trip; which you’ll more or less read about below- except unlike y/n I don’t actually have Freddy to comfort me 😭)

Bite Me : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 2.3k wc, y/n is fortunate enough to be looked after by her wonderfully caring husband Freddy after her recent vacation took an unexpected turn. Fluff, hurt/sick comfort.

Warnings: not proofread yet, one curse right at the start, mentions of bug bites and bugs, mentions of bug bite symptoms and treatment (including prescriptions and other medical settings & topics), minor mentions of a small amount of blood (from scratching too hard).

“Fuck me,” y/n whimpered, her body feeling truly miserable. She had been on a trip with friends to several beaches over the last week and now she was covered in bites. Prior to being bitten by them, she’d never even heard of no see ums. But, that didn’t stop them from aggressively attacking all areas of y/n’s body.

Freddy frowned as he watched y/n twitch as she tried to restrain herself from scratching at the inflamed, red, aggravated bites. He’d been bitten by the particular bug only once before and only a handful of marks formed that time, but he still knew how terribly itchy the welts could be. He even recalled having wished to have been bitten by mosquitoes instead as no see ums are far worse. As such, Freddy felt horrible for his wife.

“We’re almost there, darling,” Freddy encouraged softly. He reached across the console to grab Y/N’s hand, his thumb cautiously rubbing the back of it while avoiding the multiple bites present there. When y/n hummed begrudgingly in response, Freddy gazed over at her and his eyes once again tried to scan just how many bites she was covered in. He’d tried to count them upon her return home, but she just wanted to sleep as she’d gotten in at the early hours of the morning today. Unfortunately, as Freddy suspected, y/n had only been able to get a couple hours of sleep before waking up due to the pain and discomfort. Therefore, he was now driving her to the urgent care clinic nearby to be seen.

Y/n had initially been against Freddy’s idea, feeling like she was utilizing resources that would be better used by others. But, after Freddy had made it a point to authentically count out each of the bumps on her right lower leg, she quickly changed her mind. Freddy had only counted the bites on the area between the base of her right knee and the top of her right ankle. Yet, his counting was cut off by y/n when he’d reached 146 bites in that area alone.

It wasn’t uncommon for no see ums to bite in bunches with multiple bites on an area. But, Freddy hadn’t seen anything like this before. He could only imagine the amount of bugs that had ventured onto her legs as they decided to make a meal of her. Especially when he realized it wasn’t just her lower right leg that was bitten countless times. Instead, Freddy quickly realized the bites also more than covered y/n’s upper right leg, all the way to her bum. His despair over her predicament increased when he’d seen that the red itchy bites had mapped all over both legs in the same manner, the fronts and backs of her arms from her hands to her shoulders, her neck, chest, and entire upper and middle back areas as well. As ridiculous and impossible as it was, Freddy wished he could’ve protected his lovely wife from such an awful occurrence.

Freddy knew he couldn’t reasonably expect to count every single bite, much less when driving. But, the simple fact that when he’d looked over to do so he’d seen her agony broke his heart. Freddy sighed as she clutched her hands tightly together to keep from scratching futilely at the marks. After stopping at the next light, he leaned over and pressed a sympathetic kiss to her forehead. “I know you’re miserable, but you’re doing so well, love,” Freddy encouraged.

Freddy prepared himself to try and convince y/n to take the vile-tasting liquid medication the doctor had passed her way. Only, before he could even open his mouth, she’d confirmed with the doctor the appropriate process and then promptly downed the cup in one go. In fact, Freddy’s suspicions of the severity of her condition were confirmed when she went for a second toss of the contents in the cup to be sure to not miss a single drop of the remedy. He brushed some hair from her face and handed her a glass of water to wash down the aftertaste, hating that was all he could do for her.

Freddy listened to the doctor’s advice very carefully, asking plenty of follow-up questions to ensure he knew how to best help his wife. He’d easily memorized that in addition to the liquid steroid medication she’d just taken, the doctor was prescribing y/n some very strong prescription antihistamines to take twice a day at home. Freddy had discussed bathing and showering restrictions with the provider, making mental note to not let her take anything other than a cold water bath or shower until the welts were resolved. He had to come to terms with the notion that y/n’s severe discomfort might not be fully remedied for over two weeks even with the treatment offered. Freddy hated that idea and wanted to cry when he saw y/n holding back tears over the thought of this lasting that long.

“Oohhh,” y/n whined, a sarcastic laugh exiting her lips after. “Gaaahhh, Freddyyyyyy,” she cried out. She shifted around in her husband’s passenger seat unable to get comfortable. “It, it iiiitttcchhesss”.

Freddy’s eyes flickered from the road briefly to look at y/n. He sighed deeply with a frown. “I know,” he replied solemnly. “But-, no darling, no scratching,” Freddy directed, pulling her arm away from her thigh.

“But,” y/n croaked, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how insanely itchy her entire body was. Not to mention, there was also this simultaneous burning sensation from the bites and she was exhausted from not sleeping. Y/n genuinely didn’t think she’d been that uncomfortable before without being in excruciating pain. “It itches so badly,” y/n pointed out weakly.

With his eyes turned back onto the road, Freddy took the hand of Y/N’s he’d grabbed moments before and brought it to his lips. He placed a loving kiss on the backside of her hand. “I’m truly sorry, darling,” he acknowledged, “but scratching, well, it’ll only make it worse”.

“Oh bite me,” y/n exclaimed, using her other hand to scratch her ankle aggressively.

Freddy sighed and shook his head. He understood her desire (to the extent he was capable of that is since her situation was far worse than anything similar that he’d ever had). But, he still despised the idea that she could be harming herself by doing so. As such, he tapped one of the few clear spots on her leg and lightly shook his head at her. “Besides,” Freddy murmured, opting for another approach to his response. “I’m afraid things biting you is what got you into this situation, no?” He teased playfully, earning an unamused glare from y/n despite her small whimperish laugh.

Y/n grimaced as the itchy sensation once again fluttered through her body from head to toe and back. She began rubbing her legs against each other in hopes of having the friction ease the desire to actually scratch the bites. Y/n knew it still wasn’t likely an ideal solution, but something had to give, and at least this way she wasn’t risking opening the welts.

“Darling, it’s time,” Freddy said as he entered their living room. He quickly passed y/n her favorite water bottle and one of her newly prescribed antihistamines. They both sighed in minimal relief as she visibly swallowed the pill. It was obvious they were both hoping the pill would start to help her discomfort soon.

“Thank you,” y/n said quietly. She set the water bottle down, a small smile forming as she realized her husband had explicitly cleaned her emotional support water bottle for her to use. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, noticing the confusion the sentiment made form on Freddy’s face. “I’m being difficult and whiny,” y/n admitted, “I know I am, but-“.

“Y/n, love,” Freddy coed warmly. He cupped her face; partially choosing that contact option because it was the only part of her body he could touch without further igniting the itching feeling constantly inside of her. “You can whine and complain all you want,” he said tenderly. “You’re in an absurdly unpleasant and downright desolate state,” Freddy frowned in sympathy. “You’re not being difficult by wanting to, or actually scratching, you are fighting the urge the best you can. I know that.” “Why don’t we watch something on the telly to distract you a bit?” Freddy suggested considerately.

“I am freaking miserable,” y/n said in a singsong voice. She laughed humorously as she slid her shorts back on over her irritated skin, restraining from scratching the bites. She heard Freddy’s sympathetic sigh over the faint sound of his footsteps as he made his way to their bathroom. Y/n turned on the sink faucet, groaning as she prepared to wash her hands with warm water for sanitary purposes despite knowing how much worse her symptoms would be as a result.

Just as the water trickled onto Y/N’s hand, she noticed a small bug on her left at the edge of the vanity corner. It was some small black bug, but that’s all she could tell from that angle. As such, she reached over and moved the decorative item that was blocking her eyes from determining what kind of bug it was that had broken into her home. Y/n quickly realized it was a tiny spider as it began dangling from a thin web against the wall.

Without hesitating or even thinking, Y/N smacked her bare palm against the bug. The realization of what she’d just done hit her instantaneously as she pulled her hand back and saw the squished black mark on the white bathroom wall. “I don’t fuck around with bugs anymore,” she declared thoughtlessly. Y/n didn’t realize how unhinged her behavior or remark were until she heard the way Freddy’s chuckles reverberated around their restroom.

Y/n swallowed thickly as she hurriedly washed her hands. She tried to hide her bashful expression as she spun to where Freddy was in order to dry her hands. Only, it seemed he’d noticed and it only fueled his laughter further. Y/n shot him a fake glare that quickly shifted as she burst into genuine laughter of her own over her actions.

“Bloody hell,” Freddy laughed. He snaked his arms around y/n’s lower back to avoid most of her bites. “I am absolutely enamored by you, y/n/n,” he confessed with an amused grin. “And, quite impressed, you not only didn’t ask me to kill the spider for you, but you used your bare palm to do so on your own and then trash talked it,” Freddy said as he shook his head.

Y/n giggled and cautiously rested her head against Freddy’s shoulder. She made sure she was positioned so that none of the areas of her skin that were covered in bites touched her husband. Not because they were contagious, as they weren’t, but rather to keep her symptoms from increasing. “Let’s not talk about that again,” y/n hummed bashfully.

“Oh, but, darling, we have to talk about that all again still,” Freddy argued playfully. He laughed lightheartedly at y/n’s exaggerated groan, knowing the giggles that followed it showed her true feelings over the situation.

Freddy gasped whisperingly as he entered the bedroom. He figured it was taking y/n too long to change into her pajamas, so he’d wandered that way to check on her and possibly offer some help. Only, it seemed her discomfort had intensified to the point she’d caved into the burning desire to scratch at the inflamed bites. For, Freddy had entered the bedroom to find y/n rapidly scratching any and all areas of her body she could get her hands on; her hands flying around as they moved between areas with aggressively intense speed and force. Yet, it was the already visible result of such actions that made Freddy uncontrollably gasp.

“Oh love,” Freddy whined quietly. He could only imagine how bad her body was feeling if she had resorted to painfully dragging her nails all over her skin in hopes of even temporary relief. Especially as she’d done so to the extent that several of the once red-from-inflammation welts were now red from the trace amount of blood that had begun to leave the now open bites.

Instead of scolding y/n for something he knew was a last resort effort for her, Freddy exited the bedroom and quickly returned with a wet towel. “Let’s clean these off with a cold cloth, yeah?” He suggested as he knelt down before her seated position at the edge of their bed. “Place your hands on my shoulders please, darling,” Freddy requested, planning on using that as a way to keep her from continuing to violently scratch at her body. “Perfect, thank you,” he hummed as he slowly brought the cold cloth to her bare skin.

Freddy took his time cleaning the blood from y/n’s skin. He had intentionally taken longer than was necessary because he recalled how the doctor mentioned a cold compress could help ease the inflammation and therefore hopefully the itching. It was only once Freddy had felt the cloth reach room temperature that he fully removed it from her skin.

When he heard y/n sigh quietly in slight disappointment, Freddy realized instead of ending the round of treatment, he should step up his game. As such, he held onto Y/N’s hands as they remained on his shoulders and lowered them to his chest as he stood. “Darling,” Freddy spoke softly before he kissed her forehead. “I’m going to draw you a cold bath, we’ll give that a try”.

Unfortunately, this went on for quite some time. But, Freddy never gave up on his efforts to ease y/n’s misery. And, no matter how bad it got, y/n was never able to feel truly desolate because she knew her husband would do whatever he could to help her. Eventually, things resolved and Freddy attested that he was going to be sure to remind her to pack & use bug spray for all of her travels even if he wasn’t there to apply it to her skin himself.

Taglist: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @missdreamofendless @nikfigueiredo @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r @alex-kazbrekkersimp @opheliaofficial07 @historynerd77 @el-de-phi

Freddy Carter Navigation

Kaz Brekker Navigation

My Main Masterlist (All My Works) Navigation

72 notes · View notes

monsterqueers · 1 year

Text

Ok so I love all the tick awareness posts going around, but a lot of the advice is not feasible for everyone.

As someone who lives in a tick hotspot and works in the woods outside, ticks (and other biting insects) are a very normal and unavoidable part of life for some people.

For people who live like me and cannot simply do pitch perfect doctor recommended things always all the time, here is some harm reduction-esque advice;

Pants and lighter clothes are a great idea. They make ticks easier to spot and make them work harder to bite you. They aren't required, but they are useful.

Insect repellent does work. Use some on your lower legs/pants if its available. Its not as effective on ticks as it is on mosquitos, but it can help. Some repellents are great on ticks but not so much other bugs. Ive had luck with the usual 'off' brand name spray and a spray called cedarcide. Cedarcide did better than off for me, but it has a VERY strong nausea-inducing scent that not everyone can handle and you shouldn't go through wetlands with it on your boots. This isn't a rec just a report, do your own research, etc etc.

Avoid tall grass and brush, this often has ticks. They do not drop down from trees. If you avoid places ticks are likely to be it can help. Yes fuck lawn culture but theres a good reason some places mow the places people walk- less ticks. Consider doing that maybe.

Check for ticks periodically while outside, and do a more through check when you come inside. Hotspots are around the crotch, armpits, ankles, anywhere under clothes, any other 'folded over' parts of your body, and the scalp, but feel over as much of your body as you can. Changing out of your clothes when you are done being outside for the day is recommended.

Sometimes ticks manage to bite you. This is not the end of the world. Just get them off ASAP by pulling them off from the head. Don't do a twisting motion, just pull from as close to the skin as possible. Don't burn them off, pull them off still alive, THEN burn them or whathaveyou. Tweezers or the tick removers help but aren't strictly necessary. If its been on for less than 24 hours you are probably fine and don't really need to bother keeping the tick in most cases.

Treat tick bites with your preferred itch reducer if you want (calamine lotion, hydrocortisone, etc) and maybe some rubbing alcohol or other antiseptic if you're worried about infection. Watch the bite and your general state of being for a bit (~2 weeks) after.

A red raised bump from the bite is normal. Some people (hi!) react strongly to all insect bites and get inflamed and itchy at the site for days no matter what. This only becomes notable if the rash spreads strongly, makes a bull's eye shape, you exhibit other symptoms associated with tick borne illnesses or allergic reactions, or it seems to have become seriously infected. This is when you really want a doctor.

If you exhibit tick born illness symptoms, its also not the end of the world. Get to a doctor asap though- fast treatment is key. If you live in a high-risk state for certain diseases, better safe than sorry.

Tick bites happen, you usually don't need to panic about them. Keep an eye out and avoid them where possible, but if you can't just keep an eye out for symptoms and remove them asap.

#tick safety #tick season #rebloggable ig #long post #pls only add to this post if youre also a backwoods hick giving backwoods hick applicable advice #wayward rambling

50 notes · View notes

vera-deville · 7 months

Text

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 10 - Forest (Satoru Gojo)

10/09/2023

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,249

Warnings: None that I can think of (unless you hate the outdoors-)!

Gender: AFAB (but I'm fairly sure that it can be read as GN as well)

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

Notes: Reader is not a sorcerer and really likes being in the outdoors!

Against the ledge of the window, his fingers thrum a pattern that you predict is not unlike his current state of mind. It was a habit of his, a common one. His mind was always running, always had somewhere to be, and to lessen that stress on his mind, he would subconsciously tap his fingers rhythmically against whatever surface he could find.

You catch the way he brings up his mug to his lips, barely grazing them as he drank his morning coffee. Five teaspoons of sugar (six if he particularly requires it) were always added to his daily morning caffeine, and no matter how many times you'd scold him about the excessive sugar he practically inhales, he'd just go about his day, laughing, not a cavity in sight.

His chest rose like a mountain, you'd noticed. He'd take a sip of his coffee, and then, only then would his chest go back down in a bountiful sigh.

He truly was the most beautiful person you'd ever laid eyes upon.

Grabbing your own beverage, you snuggle against his side, the two of you sipping your worries away (even if just for a few minutes). There were days when everything felt like it would all come crashing down, and Satoru would have a hollow and hopeless glaze in his eyes. He would never allow anyone to see a vulnerable state of him, but there were certain exceptions with you.

He would let his fists clench tight, allow you to hold onto him if only for his sake, and would drown in the the endless love you'd shower upon him daily. Every now and then, he would wonder if this was truly a life, a situation he wanted to find himself in. But then one look at your eyes, and he immediately sends those thoughts away to oblivion, where they belong.

Of course, there were also days like this. Slow mornings where neither of you had to rush to work. The sun rose with you, and it seemed like the whole world was empty except for the two of you. Even the birds that strained their voices just for a beautiful melody were calm today.

Satoru's arm is warm around you, like a blanket taken fresh from the dryer (you blame his tendency to overheat). You gazed out at the frozen world that lay beyond the window, feeling him press his lips on your temple. Again, and again, and again.

Yeah, you could get used to this treatment.

"Have you finished packing?"

He exhales at your question, bringing up his mug to his lips once more in an attempt to evade your question. You're fairly sure that he doesn't even have any coffee left in his mug, but you were far too lazy to point it out.

"I have..." he trails off, avoiding your gaze. You laugh, almost instinctually as you ponder how the supposedly "strongest" sorcerer of them all was afraid of the little weekend getaway you had planned. Satoru could very well lie to you. He could also very well get away with it. But he chose not to, instead acting like a pouting child, and as much as you wished to deny it, it was adorable.

You suppose that you could assist him in his packing. Gently taking his mug from him, you set it down (and yours) in the sink and stride over to the bedroom. Sure enough, there was a suitcase, but not much was packed, much less organized.

Of course he had packed light colored shirts (more like they were strewn about), and for that, you had to applaud him. At least he had the sense not to pack dark clothing and attract every damn mosquito in existence. Or would they not bite him because of his infinity? Mulling over it, you continued to pack just enough for a two-day trip to one of your most favorite places on Earth.

Eventually, Satoru's things were packed (and so were yours), and all that was left to do was take a shower and be headed on your merry ways.

Blinking slowly out the window, he flicked his eyes from one thing to another, his mind still racing. You see him from the corner of your eye, watching, waiting for him to explode.

"How much longer?" Satoru whined, causing you to roll your eyes.

And there it was.

Satoru had many virtues (some more than others), but patience was not one of them. You'd scold him about it whenever the opportunity arose, but nothing you could say would alter that vice of his.

"Just a little bit longer babe." You smile at the pout forming on his face. His eyes were just fragments of the skies. You'd told him that time and time again. And in that moment, they seemed to glimmer just like the sky too.

True to your words, your vehicle pulled up against the entrance of the camping destination and after checking in, you drive on until you reach your camp site. Though Satoru was not keen on the idea of camping originally, it seemed that had completely vanished from his mind as he was now fidgeting in his seat.

"What do you think?" You ask, peering up at him from under your lashes. He seems to be taking everything in, and unfortunately doesn't look too impressed.

"I almost feel bad for myself that I was dragged here against my will, only to see trees and gravel." He responded, cheekily.

"Almost?"

"Almost, because at least I have you here with me."

Oh. Oh. So that's what he meant. Smooth bastard-

The rest of the day was spent pitching up the tent, getting the campfire going, and a few other necessities. Satoru found the little packets of chemicals that changed the color of the campfire into blues and greens and reds and purples particularly appealing. The flames danced around the pit, and not unlike a child, he couldn't help but reach his hand out into them.

If it were anyone else, you would have screamed and tried to drag them away from the fire. But this was Satoru. Your Satoru. And the way the flames licked at his hand while the embers performing theatrical dances of their own around him had you nothing but mesmerized.

It was like watching a scene from an age old fairy tale.

For once, he was quiet. No obnoxious comments, no thespian body movement, no sly but watchful gaze. It was just him. Him and you and the stars in the sky and the trees that surrounded you. And for a fleeting moment, you felt honored too.

That night, Satoru Gojo slept the best he had in a long time. He had the stars above to watch over his slumber. He had the wind sing sultry lullabies to his ear. He had the Earth under his body, enveloping him and you in her loving embrace. But best of all, he had his lover, you, by his side.

You who had his heart in the palm of his hands. You who could bring him to his knees with one glance. You...who he would burn the world down for if you had asked. But of course, you wouldn't. You were kind, like that. You forgave. You welcomed life and its obstacles, whatever they may be with open arms, and sent them off with a kind goodbye.

In that sense, you were much different than him.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Author's Note: I was really excited to write this fic, because one, it would be my first time posting something I wrote about Satoru, and two, IT'S GOJO SATORU-

But then I started overanalyzing everything, and realized that I had no idea what to write. So, I talked to my friend, and I calmed myself down enough to just start writing, and I have to admit, I really do like the way this turned out.

I had originally planned to write this as a crack/comedy fic, but then when I started writing, I very quickly realized that this was going to be more along the lines of romantic and sentimental. That's why around halfway through writing, I had Je Te Laisserai Des Mots on repeat-

Anywho, let me know if you liked this writing style (I tried 2nd person again)! Also, I really need this to be fluffy (if you know, you know).

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

16 notes · View notes

songjinhyun · 2 months

Text

~++ GUYS IDK IF I SHOULD CALL THIS A SUCCESS STORY OR NOT~++

For context I manifested my desired body,hair and to be free from negative energies using placebo effect,so I was in the shower right! Idk wat happens in the shower but I hope I’m not the only one who usually have shower thoughts!

So I was taking a shower and then this thought came to me……

When people get sick they go to the hospital and meet with the doctor right! Then they tell them all there problems hoping the doctor gives them treatment right! So the doctor listens to the patient and gives them the right medication according to the problem

🧚🏼🧚🏼Ooh but hyuna I don’t understand wat ur trying to say!!

Well,here is the point of all of this, the medicine that the doctor gave the patient might really be helpful and yes I do take medicine,but you know what makes it work effectively??

ITS THE ASSUMPTION THAT WE ALL HAVE…… We assume that when we take in this type of medicine it’s going to help me and stuff like that.

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

Anyways that was just clarify wat I’m about to say

So after having that deep shower conversation w/ myself I decided to manifest my dream body and hair, so I chose my placebo’s which were

Every time I eat , I lose weight and my stomach becomes flatter and my waist gets smaller

Every time I drink water,my hair grows

Every time I shower , negative energy flows away from my body and I become more magnetic and creative

These are ones that I’m currently using and I assume that they are working just as we assume the medicine works

The best part is, after persisting in my assumptions I started feeling weird in a good way tho!

My waist started aching like it’s trying to go inside like it was a good feeling 🌝

My hair became longer compared to wen I last so it, cos I always braid my hair cos I’m lazy to brush every day💀

I have been feeling lighter and people gravitate around me in a good way, and my haters at school are becoming sooo irrelevant 🥱they just give me there energy,and ur girl wats moree 🤭

I just wanted to share this to everyone, there are no rules to manifesting u can literally just assume that whenever and watever and it will surely work for you TRUST ME!!

For example let’s say

When it’s raining that means ur desires are coming to you at a speed of 1000+

When a bug is coming up to you it means ur sp is obsessed with u

When a mosquito bites u it means ur hot asf

Or literally anything,u create ur own rules here okay because the world is ur oyster so play wid it!!

Sorry if it seemed weird,I’m lazy at typing like it took me a good 50 mins to just finish this!!

Anyway hope this give u guys motivation, and don’t shy away to ask anything I’ll try my best to answer or if u wanna correct me, ur free!!!

🥟 Love u guys from heart of my bottom and I’ll see u soon🥟

Hyuna loves🍧

#manifesation #law of assumption #neville goddard #living in the end #loa success #loa tumblr #hyuna

15 notes · View notes

hes-writer · 2 years

Text

Notes on Camp (8)

summary: harry is the head counsellor, y/n is new, the campers are matchmakers, feelings arise and harry regrets his actions

warnings: slight angst

word count: 3269 words

a/n: greetings from your favourite counsellor!

helpful links: notes on camp (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) | harry styles masterlist | matt murdock masterlist | patreon masterlist | buy me a coffee?

___

For the rest of his busy day, Harry was trying to find a small gap in his schedule to check on Y/N and possibly get the chance to talk to her and clear things up. It was gut-wrenching for Harry to try and come up with a means of an apology to make up for what he had assumed and unfortunately, done to Y/N. Who would’ve known that her side of the story was only a gloss over of what really happened--not Harry, that was for sure. He was deeply regretful for it.

However, since Y/N did not have a set timetable, Harry most definitely had a strenuous time looking for her. He did not know if it was the universes’ way of punishing him but Harry thought that it had done an excellent job that the two of them never crossed paths. He practically spent every second of his free time jogging from one end of the camp to another, building to building search for her familiar figure that he had grown used to from their short amount of time together.

Harry even queried Jason, who was guarding the docks, on lifeguard duty, if he had any idea of Y/N’s whereabouts to which unfortunately he shook his head ‘no’. The head counsellor slumped his shoulders at the answer he had received.

“But maybe you can check her cabin?” Jason suggested, calling out after Harry had crossed more than half of the wooden walkway.

How stupid was he to not check there first?

Harry was about to begin jogging towards the direction of their isolated cabins when the watch on his wrist emitted a ‘beep’, indicating that his break was over and he was supposed to be back at his post in the next few minutes. Harry sighed at the realization that he had to wait for God knows how long until he could look for Y/N again, much less speak to her if she gave him the chance.

It wasn’t that Y/N was ignoring Harry--it was just that she was not sure how to approach the situation. Did she have the right to say ‘I told you so’? Was she supposed to accept his apology--if he did --and move on as though nothing happened? To Y/N, it seemed like her reaction to whatever happens next is the catalyst to any sort of relationship that she and Harry might build with each other. If she decides to forgive him, there will be boundaries put into place on what they can and cannot do until they made it official. They were so close to labelling what was going on between them, or at least she thought so, but it all went down the drain when he refused to believe her.

And he had every right to do so. Granted that it wasn’t how Y/N expected him to handle the situation but she should’ve known better than to expect some sort of special treatment from him. It was the last thing that she wanted--to be the gossip of her fellow colleagues that she was being given warnings only and not proper reprimanding because Harry had feelings for her. Nobody really cared about who’s seeing who though, it was a summer camp anyways. But Y/N did not want to be only known for being Harry’s girlfriend during her time here; she wanted to be acknowledged for her skills and the way she interacted with the campers. It was why she was torn on deciding whether to completely ignore the whole fiasco and just be amicable with Harry or have a deep, long talk with him and see where this goes.

Y/N puffed a breath out, hands resting on her hips as she scouted for her outfit for the night. It was summer, meaning that it would be humid. She could just wear her current clothes right now. But then again, it would be at night time when mosquitoes usually lingered in the woods so unless she wanted bites all over her legs, Y/N was better off opting with some pants.

She tried hard not to think about Harry for the rest of the day but now that she was alone with her thoughts, he ran back and forth through her mind multiple times. It was a bit silly to fall for someone in such a short amount of time; was it two months? A few weeks? But she did and Y/N felt foolish. Maybe it was more of a summer love or fling kind of thing. Regardless, Y/N shook her head and tried to think of other activities to do now that she had finished all of her tasks when a knock on the door sounded.

“Coming!” She exclaimed, straightening her crumpled shirt before taking strides to open the wooden barricade. “Harry,” Y/N breathed out after realizing that she had been holding her breath.

“Y/N, can we talk? Please,” He pleaded, resting his palms on the doorframe.

Y/N took a step back from his unanticipated closeness, mind buzzing as a million thoughts rushed through her head though her mouth stayed clamped.

She nodded, taking a few steps back to let him enter her temporary home.

As he passed, Harry gave her a grateful smile to which she hesitantly returned. Y/N really did miss him being so close to her, his scent wafting to her nose and she couldn’t help but want to be smothered in it.

Y/N closed the door shut, turning around to find him in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind his back as he stared at her. The silence was almost unbearable.

“I’m sorry,”

She quirked an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest in self-defence at the anticipated direction that this conversation would go. “Why?”

“I didn’t believe you. And I yelled at you when you were only trying to explain yourself. I’m sorry,” He repeated.

Y/N closed her previously open mouth shut, ready to retaliate and now she was left dumbfounded at his sudden apology.

“I--, it’s fine, Harry,” She rubbed her arm softly, a nervous habit since it was not even chilly in the cabin.

“No, it’s not,”

Y/N snapped her head up when he took a step closer towards her, catching the sincerity in his eyes.

“Look, Daisy told me what happened today during breakfast. She said Belle would watch over her till’ you returned but she left. Tattled on me and blamed you for leaving an injured camper alone.” He sighed, tentatively reaching out to pull Y/N’s hands into his own. She let him.

“I should’ve known better. Belle lies like it’s second nature--it’s mostly white lies, doesn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. She jokes around a lot and the seriousness of this situation just--I believed her right away and I didn’t let you speak.” He stammered, gripping her hand tighter and tighter the longer his monologue went on. “S’my fault. I should’ve believed you,”

On the contrary, Y/N did not exhume as much effort in holding Harry’s hand. She was much too busy processing the new information to act physically. So he apologized, what now?.

“Alright, thank you for apologizing I guess,” Y/N bit her lip. The cabin was silent for moments until a thought popped into her head. Sheepishly, Y/N asked, ‘What else did Daisy tell you?”

“Th-that you were sad because of it,” Harry mumbled, almost ashamed at his forsaken ability to make the people he cared for feel bad about themselves.

The woman sat on her bed, clothes littered on the surface area as she spent the better half of the hour deciding what to wear for tonight. “Look, Harry. I really appreciate that you’re here apologizing to me. From a work standpoint, I’m glad that this is all cleared up. However, what does this mean for us? If there ever was an ‘us’--I know we didn’t make anything official but I have feelings for you and I think you did for me as well,”

Harry watched as Y/N practically chewed on her lip as she rambled on. His chest was warm from the beating of his heart accentuating every pump of blood through his veins. He was endeared yet nervous at the same time because he had given this situation a plethora of thought since this morning. There were a ton of ways that this conversation could go and Harry vowed to put Y/N wants and needs first, regardless of if it meant having to admire her from afar--because she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.

“I jus--is a relationship something that you’re looking for? Or are you just wanting to hook up?” Y/N almost didn’t want the words to fall off her lips. If he didn’t want anything serious, then Harry’s best option was to be with Belle.

He shook his head instantaneously, hands shaking along as if he could not disagree more.

“This is something I want,” He gestured between them, “I want to be with you, Y/N.” He kneeled in front of her, skin digging into the hardwood. Harry pressed his palms on the soft skin of her knees, gentle enough to not hurt her yet pervasive to show how much he wanted this.

She blinked precisely three times. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach but Y/N kept a straight face.

“I want to be with you too, Har,” Y/N cupped his cheeks, his peach fuzz straining to scratch her palms. “But I need some time to think about it,”

She didn’t expect to think about it for long--Y/N already knew what she wanted. And if her gut feeling was right, then he wanted the same thing too.

As soon as the clock struck nine-thirty, the counsellors made sure that all their campers were safely tucked in their beds, lights off, and cabin doors shut tightly from the night air. Y/N almost wished she had rejected Jason’s offer in favour of pulling her warm blanket up to her chin, slowly falling asleep for the night.

But here she was, one hand gripping tightly onto Jason’s muscled bicep and the other loosely holding a flashlight pointed in front of her. Despite the aid of another body keeping her steady and the knowledge of where rocks and twigs were splayed on the forest floor, Y/N still stumbled over who knows what, repeatedly, having to apologize profusely for the constant attention on her so she would not fall face-first on the ground.

“Sorry,” Y/N said nervously, securing her hold on Jason.

He only smiled in return, “No worries. Gotta keep your pretty face clean,”

A loud huff echoed from somewhere behind them causing Y/N to tilt her chin up and try to see who it was from her peripheral vision.

“Though, I feel that it’s only right to offer you a ride on my back,” Jason stated, walking a little ways from the trail so as to not disrupt the flow of counsellors hiking up towards the waterfall.

Y/N blushed but did not have the time to reject his words as Jason was already taking a knee in front of her. She carefully draped her body over his back, wondering if she was coming off as needy. Well, he wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t want to, Y/N thought.

Harry had half the mind to listen to Belle’s story as they trekked side-by-side. Instead, his gaze focused on Y/N’s arms wrapped around another man’s neck, Jason’s hands gripping her thighs for extra support. He hated how every time he looked up ahead of him; it was the view that he saw and it irritated him to no end.

“Let’s walk faster,” Harry gruffed, moving his legs quicker without another word to Belle who seemingly chased after him. He kept his head straight as he passed the couple, not wanting either one of them to spot the scowl on his face and the deep crease between his brows.

Harry reminded himself that he deserved this--at least to some degree. He didn’t think that Y/N was doing this on purpose. He kept her words replaying in his mind; how she needed time to think. Harry was no stranger to this. It wasn’t just thinking that she had to do. Y/N also had to weigh out her options. If she did have feelings for Jason or felt as though they were sprouting, it was only plausible for her to test those emotions out through means of physical bonding; if they actually had any chemistry between them. Harry wondered if Y/N felt nervous right now, not because she was close to Jason, but because she would much rather be with him.

“Harry, wait--oh!” Belle quipped, tripping over a branch. Fortunately, she had caught herself in time before her face slid through the dirt. However, a pitiful whimper sounded through the open-air that had Y/N stripping her eyes from Harry’s slouched figure, briefly pausing to see if he heard the cry of pain correctly.

Y/N instructed Jason to turn around and let her feet plant on the ground. “Are you okay?”

Belle furrowed her brows in curiosity at Y/N’s question. Harry had paid Belle a visit, whisper-shouting in the corner of the arts and crafts room as he spilled what he knew about her doings. She was sure that Harry had told Y/N the truth by now, so it was fair that Belle was questioning Y/N’s concern for her.

“Yeah, I think I twisted my ankle,” She answered, ignoring the prickling pain of small pebbles digging into her bum as she sat up, inspecting the quirk of her ankle. Y/N leaned down next to her, shining her flashlight on the sore spot, now turning red.

“Looks like it’s getting swollen,” Y/N mumbled, gently lifting her heel to inspect more of the damage. “You’re gonna need some ice. I can walk you back to camp,” The girl extended her hand out to Belle who took it after staring for a few seconds.

“Okay,”

“I can come with--,” Jason began, only to get interrupted by Belle, wincing when she accidentally put pressure on her left ankle.

“No! I mean, I want Harry to come instead if that’s okay?”

Y/N must have interpreted the question wrong, assuming that Belle wanted Harry all to herself. She sighed, chest aching as Harry carried Belle on his back to prevent further injury. He handed the bag of drinks to Jason who effortlessly added it to his load. Harry started walking away from the group, towards the opposite direction when Belle exclaimed.

“Wait!” She craned her head, “Are you coming or not?”

“Me?”

Belle rolled her eyes, “Yeah, you. Who else would I be talking to?”

“But why?”

“Cause Harry gets queasy and I trust you more,” Belle slapped Harry’s chest when he pinched her, “It’s true!”

“Y’makin’ me look bad,”

“Whatever, let’s go, Y/N. Sorry, Jason,” She offered him a sympathetic smile.

Jason pouted, asking Y/N, “Next time?”

She nodded absentmindedly, trudging off to catch up with Harry and Belle.

For the majority of the walk back to camp, the trio was silent. Belle was trying her best to keep a conversation going, though both Y/N and Harry were only keen on giving short and quick answers, leading them to a discussion dead end. Sure, Harry hummed in the space as to not let the eerieness of the forest scare them but other than that, Belle was left looking back and forth between them. She felt as though she was the reason for their silence. No shit.

For all the times that Belle has seen the two of them interact, she could feel a spike of jealousy arise from within her. Not that she would ever say it out loud. But now, all she wanted to do was magically heal her swollen ankle and yeet out of the awkward tension surrounding them. Despite her previous agenda, Belle wanted to see the Harry and Y/N that jokingly teased each other. The pair where you can actually see the lightness and giddiness of the air surrounding them because they were just so comfortable with each other. The subtle touches of affection made Harry’s smile that little bit brighter and the gentle touch of his hand that inclined Y/N to lean into him. Maybe it was a change of heart, or it was possibly just a greater realization that Harry and Y/N deserved to be happy that Belle decided to scrap her scathing jealousy for a better mindset.

Her conscience was hard at work to ensure that Belle felt every ounce of guilt that she deserved to feel. From the beginning where she conjured up the plan to get Y/N in trouble, she had a first-class seat in watching Harry blank out while doing camp activities. He was usually much more immersed with the kids; it was why he got the lead counsellor position in the first place. His dedication was unmatched and so, it was easy for Belle to spot when he wasn’t engaging like he usually would. And when she watched Y/N working the cafeteria line-up, Belle could see that she was painting a smile on her face for the sake of the campers. Though, her actions proved otherwise with the way a slab of scrambled eggs slapped against the plate, echoing a harsh sound every few seconds.

Belle sighed in relief when the light posts of the camp grew brighter with each step that Harry took. The tension was so thick that all Belle wanted to do was grab whatever bag of frozen food from the freezer (preferably peas) to place on her ankle and call it a day. Hopefully, it would give Y/N and Harry the chance to reconcile.

“What d’ya want? I’ve got corn, peas and veggie medley,” Harry asked, sticking his head in the freezer to inspect the variety of ice packs. “Or y’can jus’ get a regular ice pack,”

Y/N giggled at his words, Belle’s eyes immediately observing the way Harry’s back straightened at the sound. Yeah, she had to apologize.

“An ice pack is fine,” Belle shivered when she touched the cold pack, wrapping it in a clean dish towel before taking a deep breath. “Okay, you guys need to stop being so odd around each other,”

Harry and Y/N exchanged stares; had it been that obvious?

Belle rolled her eyes, “Yes, I can tell that you like each other and I’m sorry that I ruined whatever you two had going on. I was jealous, okay? I’ve had Harry all to myself for years and seeing you come in here and sweep him off his feet. . .it’s an unsettling feeling, to say the least.”

The woman raised a hand up, signalling that she was far from done when Y/N started opening her mouth. “Hush. Y/N, I’m sorry that I got you in trouble. Harry, I’m sorry that I lied to you. I know how much you hate it but I still did it anyway because I was feeling selfish. It’s been eating me up for days. I mean, you guys aren’t acting like yourselves!”

Harry’s brows went up at the new information. He knew that he had been acting strange, mostly because he was nervous about how things would go. He didn’t know that other people were becoming aware of it too.

He smiled at Belle, pinching her cheek, “Awww, you care about me,”

“Shut up, Harry! I care about you both.” She slapped his cold fingertips from her face, “And stop doing that when your girlfriend is right here,”

“I’m--we’re not together,” Y/N blushed, meeting Harry’s green eyes shyly.

“Well, you might as well be with the way he fawns over you,” Belle pushed herself up from the uncomfortable plastic chair, alarming Y/N who was the closest to her and who had her arms out, ready to support if anything happened. “Oh, calm down, Y/N. I can still walk,”

“Just being careful,”

In true Belle fashion, she waved her helping hands-off, insisting that she was fine on her own. “I’m leaving now. You lovebirds better makeup by tomorrow,”

The couple watched as Belle exited the kitchen, limping on one leg. The latch on the door opened and closed a few moments later. It was quiet aside from the humming of the refrigerator and the freezer.

“Do you want to come over to my cabin? To talk?” Y/N added, zipping up her gray jacket.

“Sure, it’s on the way to mine,” Harry joked, shoulders slumping in relief when she released a melodious giggle. He moved around the kitchen, unearthing a reusable bag from one of the drawers. He flipped through the pantry cabinets, filling the bag with various snacks; pudding cups, juice boxes, crackers and chips.

“What are you doing?” Y/N questioned him, eyes widening at the amount of food he had managed to place inside the bag.

“Preparing for a date on such short notice,” He grinned before turning back to the large box of oranges. Shrugging, Harry grabbed a handful of Mandarin oranges, “Why not,”

“Aren’t we gonna get in trouble?”

He shook his head, “Don’t think so. I know a guy,” Harry slung the strap of the bag over his shoulder, walking over to the light switch where he would flick it off a few moments later. “Let’s go?”

And with a nod, Y/N slotted her hand over to his outstretched one.

“Let’s go,”

___

FIN.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines #harry styles angst #harry styles writing #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fluff

195 notes · View notes