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pedge-stuff · 10 months

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Fic request: Pedro or reader has an intense panic attack in a public. Reader has to talk him through it and calm him down enough so they can leave the event. Holding each other in bed.

clean up, aisle 4 (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked," per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

summary: sometimes, you deal with the downsides.

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"I feel like we tried this and didn't like it."

Pedro inspects the back label on the box— some kinda chickpea flour protein pasta 'alternative' that came less-than-highly recommended by his personal trainer— before re-shelving it alongside the other sad, fake noodles.

The grocery store has become a little bit of a minefield. Gladiator 2 prep was exciting, until the rigorous hours in the gym started requiring a specialized diet. He can't eat carbs, you don't eat meat, both of you love frozen pizza, and neither of you really want to participate in the whole classic disordered Hollywood eating thing. And yet, here you are.

Home-cooked meals have consisted mostly of roasted vegetables and dry, baked proteins. You're attempting to eat "clean" in solidarity with him, but...

"We don't need pasta," Pedro laments, turning away from the shelving altogether. "What's left?"

You pull the notes-app list back up. "Whatever kind of frozen fruit you want for smoothies, plus pitted dates. I'd love those wasabi almonds from last month, but I dunno if they have them again. We could get Skinny Pop, if you want it?"

A grimace. "That's fine."

"We don't have to get it, Pedge."

"It's fine, really. We need something for the movie tonight, right?"

His shoulders slump as he pushes the cart onwards. The back right wheel is making a little squeaking sound, sharp and grating on your last damn nerve. This grocery store feels more and more like a minefield with every aisle turn. The balance between supporting Pedro in his training, and wanting him to just say fuck it and be happy, feels entirely precarious.

"Almonds," Pedro mutters, veering right, around an obnoxiously large Goldfish display and the toddler sobbing loudly in front of it. An obstacle course of bright lights and loud sounds. "Almonds, almonds—"

"Ohmygod, Pedro Pascal."

Immediately, no. Two college-aged, tri delta-looking, fresh-from-the-salon type girls, grinning like they'd won the damn lottery. Fans— no one he actually knows says "Pay-drow."

The wheel squeaks again as they grind to a forceful halt; the girls are standing directly in the path of the cart.

"Should we ask for a picture?" They speak at full volume, to each other, as if he isn't standing right in front of them.

"We have to, for the gram. Oh my god."

"Maybe Deuxmoi will pick it up."

Pedro grimaces as they start rummaging for their phones. He's always generous with his time— sometimes a little too generous, so concerned with hurting peoples' feelings that he'll take selfies through the drive-thru window, or walking the dogs. Even one memorable time, pumping gas.

Only at night, lights off, tucked away, does he ever confess his frustrations. As though he should not want privacy; as though being grateful was more important than being safe. Guilt eats him in ways that you alone cannot heal. All you can do is hold him a little tighter.

A phone is thrust towards you. "Can you take a picture of us?"

Before either of you can react, one girl has her arm over Pedro's shoulder. The other, on his waist. He's never been one to shy away from affection— had been pushing the cart single-handedly, with the other on the small of your back, since the dairy section— but that intimacy does not extend to strangers.

They are laughing, chattering— something about Game of Thrones. You distinctly make out so sexy and slay.

But you hardly register them, instead frowning at your partner as you snap a couple pics without looking. He is frozen, eyes fixed somewhere past you, though he offers a wan smile for the camera. Answers a question you can't hear with a half-hearted laugh, before gesturing to the next aisle. A polite gesture, too far from the fuck off on the tip of your tongue.

Pedro attempts to move away, but the girl's arm is still snaked around his waist. Trapped. She reaches to wrap the other around, attempting to encircle him in a teddy bear-style hug. This, here, is the limit.

With a rough, jerky motion, he forces her off of him. "Sorry, sorry," he says quickly. "We need to go."

"But—"

If you push the cart, and it happens to roll over a perfectly manicured foot, well...

Pedro is a few paces ahead of you, stalking towards the almonds like they owe him a grave debt. His fists clench and unclench at his side.

Not good.

His tells for a panic attack are well-catalogued in your brain. You push the cart to one side, mouthing an apology to the man you almost plow down, before approaching Pedro with caution. His chest heaves as he frowns at the Blue Diamond display, breaths noticeably shallow.

"Pedro." Fighting muscle memory, you don't touch him. Don't want to startle him, though concern burns a hole in your own diaphragm.

"Mm."

"Baby, look at me."

His eyes squeeze shut, instead. "I'm good. I'm good."

"Why don't you go to the car, I'll finish up quick."

"I'm good," he insists, voice cracking.

"It's OK if you're not good."

A hitch in his breath, and Pedro's face crumbles. "Just startled me, is all," he whispers, brown eyes pooling remorsefully. "So stupid. Can't even make it through the fucking supermarket to get my fucking fruits and veggies."

You reach for his hand, lithe fingers prying his clench fist apart. Soothe the red-crescent divots in his palm with the pad of your thumb. Wait for him to continue, as if you're not both standing in the middle of the nuts-candy-and-coffee section.

"Everything is just a lot right now," Pedro says, dragging in a shaky but deeper inhale. His other hand swipes across his cheek.

Mentally, you catalogue how difficult it would be to return the items in your cart; how fast you could retrace your steps, and rush the man home.

You bring his palm to your lips, instead. "Go take a smoke," you suggest. "And then we can get the fuck outta here."

"Someone's gonna post it online again. Everyone's talking about how I reek of cigarettes."

"You have reeked of cigarettes as long as I've known you. They are late to this." Tugging playfully on the hand you still hold, you wait for him to crack the barest, thinest of smiles.

"You still love me, though."

"Enough to fight off anyone else who tries to dry-hump you in this Whole Foods."

Slowly, you both retreat to the abandoned cart. "Can we—" Pedro stops himself, unsure of how to ask.

"Whatever it is, babe, yes."

He pushes forward. "What if I was asking if we could get naked right now and run through the supermarket parking lot so people would think we were crazy and leave us alone forever?"

"Then I'd start untying my shoes. It'd be hard to pull my jeans over 'em."

The wasabi almonds are, finally, pulled from the shelf. You proceed to the freezers. "That's not what I was gonna ask," he admits, grabbing a bag of chunked mango.

"Bummer."

"Can we just get some normal fucking popcorn? If one night's worth of fake butter is what does me in, someone else can be the Gladiator, I give up."

For him? Anything.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #the last of us #din djarin x reader #din djarin #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the mandolorian

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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Squish

Yan Slime God hcs/blurb

One botched resurrection and a couple - hundred liters of human blood lead to the creation of the slime I introduce to you today. Squish is a rather aloof; mischievous entity. It loves tricks, and driving people mad all the same While retaining the collective thoughts of those its consumed - Squish has yet to grasp the reality humans may not like having their blood drained out of all their orifices to further its growth or find blood in their pipes amusing. Squish considers these folks a drag - but the screams of the last human who found blood raining from the pipes in their shower were oddly... cute. Wonder who that could be?

• Squish can - and will be any one or thing for you. If you like cats, the slime will sport ears and a tail - and catch dead birds for you. A key thing to note about them is that they have a human skull floating around in their gel to stabilize a human form. Squish also can "possess" others through their bloodstream or entering their body after death. The downside with the latter is the corpse still rots and at a faster rate than normal. If there is someone you hold dear enough, Squish will execute and wear their skin until their blood completely rots before swapping its previous skull with theirs. It sees no difference between the feelings you harbored for them now that they're apart of it - so you should love them just the same.

• In the presence of others - Squish must be blinded at all times. The entity it originates from was a vile, bloodthirsty tyrant and Squish still carries that same lust which can be nullified if it cannot see. Squish does not make its presence known until it is worked into every nerve it possesses that it will not harm you - don't stop them from biting the soul out of your thighs when you don't give it the attention it craves. To combat its violent tendencies in regards to you, it taped a photo of you to its eyes and willed their restraint into existence.

"Dummy - do not turn this human into soup. Do not drain them of every drop of their precious blood even though it'd probably be really, really good. You are stronger than your urges, you are supreme, you... really want to bite them while they're sleeping."

• While being their darling - you are not immune to their tricks. If anything - they're amplified when it comes to you. We're talking blood leaking from the ceilings, swallowing your keys when you try to leave without their permission, leaving their skull in plain sight so when you notice the odd decor it can lick and/or bite you when you pick it up to inspect. Squish loves getting a rise out of people and your reactions are ones to treasure.

• An excellent hunter - cook not so much. Considering how easy it is to grind humans into paste, Squish realizes they need to care for you and one of the best ways to them is providing you with meat as it may benefit them as well. Squish will hunt deers in the woods and drag the bodies back, wearing the skull of its catch - or break into local markets and rob the delis. It both drains the meat of its blood and infuses it with their own as it figures the nutrients from it will keep you healthy- only downside is they try to get you to eat it raw for a while until you drill it into their bed that humans can't eat uncooked meat. They pout about it - but eventually let you use their catches in proper meals

• Makes articles for you to wear out of its blood - or just slaps a bloody hand print on your shirt and says consider it a new fashion statement. If you want to leave without them - you'll have to do it on their terms and this way they can still track you. A bracelet/necklace or earrings are its preferred choices. The problem with this is your bracelet growing spikes if you shaking someone's hand or your necklace nearly choking you out as it tries to tug you away from crowds

• A cuddler/very touchy. Loves the feel of your skin. Very soft, very bitable. I would assume most wouldn't be too sound with the idea of a blanket made of blood slime - but you'll have to get used to it with them. They'll settle on a cute teddy bear with an unsettling skull for a face if that makes you feel any better.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia #yandere god #Squish my oc

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dandyleyen · 2 months

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Dungeon Meshi - My Thoughts (Ch1-10)

Each section gets written out as I am reading. Keep in mind that I have finished episodes 1-12 of Cooking in Dungeon and that I have read chapters 27-31 (excluding 28.5)

Chapter 1.

I assume we’ll get info in this later on but I wonder why the country was sealed away in the first place.

“I bestow my entire kingdom upon the one who defeats the magician." - The King (presumably) I know that the anime does get into this a bit more as we go on and that a new king (or queen ?) would be crowned eventually but I wonder why it is that the king (if he is who he says he is) wants to allow his kingdom to be given away. Curious.

Side note, but I adore Laios talking about the dungeon ecosystem and food chain. Would love to seen an in-depth trophic web with different ecosystems of the dungeon. You could also include the factors that aren’t natural to the ecosystem, so like,,, the various races that go into the dungeon and how they effect the environment around them with adventuring and other things. I wonder if there are any concept maps made already for this type of thing. We’re seeing a basic food chain but I want it in depth !!

Laios is very cute, send tweet !

Chapter 2.

I do find it very sweet that Laios is asking Marcille if she wants anything specific to eat.

Laios is such a little weirdo. God, I love him. This was also the first occasion of me wanting to try one of the foods they made. The tart looks really good and I'm currently regretting reading this before dinner :|

Chapter 3.

I had it in my mind that chimeras were like a very specific animal combo, but hearing Laios calling the basilisk a chimera put that into perspective for me. Like,, yeah no that makes sense. Interesting.

Chapter 4.

Marcille and Falin on the front page :( Guys.

The episode for this was a rough watch for me because of how Marcille was getting treated tbh, and it's similar now while reading but I did feel more with the show. I get the concerns that the party has, because they need to hurry (mind you, Laios literally holds them up down the line with the painting stuff in the other level), but implying she is already being a bit of a burden by saying she'll be "more of a burden" if she collapses is,,,, not Chilchuck's best moment.

"Not being useful to anyone makes me feel so lonely..." - Marcille I liked her already leading up to this but this was one of this things that got me to latch onto her so quickly. I do appreciate that Chilchuck did initially go to apologize for having called her a burden, and that Laios pointed out that everyone was useful in the team but with different strengths. Them :(

Chapter 5.

Chilchuck fighting for his life and trying not to get his shit rocked by the traps going off is incredibly funny and I feel for him. My neurotic little guy,,, love him.

Laios wanting to take the bones home is incredibly endearing. Me too, buddy, me too.

Chapter 6.

Touden siblings flashback !! I care about them so much, you guys.

Laios looks so dejected about not being able to eat living armor,,, what a freak /pos. He isn't wrong though, if you can beat it you can probably also eat it.

Chapter 7.

MARCILLE WEARING THE ARMOR IN THE FRONT PAGE ??? Oh my god . Christ. Not even a warning ? God. Oh my god. I'm kicking my feet and giggling, y'all she is so,, . Christ.

Love that Laios got to discover something that likely no one else knew about just because he was soo hell-bent on eating different monsters.

Downside: I couldn't rock with the meal in this chapter. Too... mollusk-y. Mollusks freak me out.

Chapter 7.5.

Ohhh this is everything to me. Monster biology !! We get to learn more about how monsters are seen and spoken about in-universe. I adore this. I can't remember if the anime shows any of this section, but I think it's an incredibly fun part of the world-building. It makes it feel real.

Chapter 8.

This is incredibly nitpicky but it's a little annoying when people use "symbiotic relationship" to ONLY mean a beneficial relationship on both ends. Chilchuck asks if the vegetables act as parasites to the golems and Senshi says that it's the opposite and then proceeds to call it a symbiotic relationship because they help one another. He's not entirely wrong, but symbiotic relationships include parasitism ! Mutualism (the relationship between the golems and the vegetables), commensalism, parasitism, and competition are all symbiotic relationships. Again, incredibly nitpicky but this always bothers me.

"It's a crime to tamper with magical creatures without permission" - Marcille Girl,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, don't even talk about crimes rn when you know damn well what you're getting up to in your free time*

On another note, I love how we learn more about Senshi's motivations in staying down there and all he does to protect the ecosystem functions.

Chapter 9.

One of the first signs, to my knowledge, that the dungeon is acting strange. The red dragon itself (himself ? herself ? theirself ?) is acting a bit strangely ! We learn earlier on that red dragons aren't very mobile and the characters assume (hope, really) it would be resting after such activity, but here we learn that it's on the move and showing up closer to the orcs. The orcs have pretty much been here the longest and even they see that as odd. Makes you wonder.

The baby orc ! What a cutie. I love that the kid is the one to suggest they share the meal and that Marcille tries to smooth the situation over. I like how fuzzy the orcs are. It caught me off guard in the anime but the fur is a neat touch.

Laios not really considering the possibility of defeating the mad sorcerer and becoming king. Pretty boys are often allergic to thinking.

ALSO, Laios talking about Falin always gets to me :(

Chapter 10.

Is it even necessary to tell y'all that I immediately latched onto Kabru ? I'm transmasc, ofc I latched onto him. Same with the anime. It was funny to get invested in him only to see him and his party immediately getting their shit rocked.

We're being told again that the dungeon has been acting strangely, which is not new info to us but it does help to build a case for it. Kabru points out that he's been told about the dungeon layout changing day-by-day* and the monsters becoming more aggressive.

Ah. Marcille essentially flash-banging the group (and the bugs) is incredibly relatable. I can't do bugs. I cannot and I will not. I know the meal looks incredibly pretty, but I physically would not be able to consume it knowing that it's just,,, bugs. I don't even eat lobster and shrimp due to how bug-like they are. It's bugs !

---- *Asterisks-marked comments are marked because they are points I know that become relevant down the line because I've either seen it already or read about it already. I will wait to get there in the chronology to speak more on it, but this is my way to point out some foreshadowing that I am aware of.

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walkawaytall · 22 days

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If you’re up for it, tips/faves from your Disney visit?

Okay, so I'm not expert, but here are some observations from my Walt Disney World trip in no particular order:

First off, I can't speak to other food sensitivities, but I can't eat even a little bit of gluten without becoming ill in such a way that half of my trip would have been ruined, and I was able to eat pretty easily. Ordering quick service meals through the My Disney Experience app, it was usually pretty easy to tell what I could and couldn't have, and for the table service meals that we had, the staff was incredibly knowledgeable about what either was already gluten-free or could be made gluten-free. For anyone who doesn't have food sensitivities, I don't know how to explain how much of a relief this was. Food is always such a cumbersome thing for me in general, and it's even worse when traveling, so having people who clearly knew what they were talking about go over menus with me was really reassuring, and I didn't get sick at all! Foodwise, highlights include: the churros at the Nomad Lounge in Animal Kingdom, which are GF, the GF beignets at Scat Cat's Cafe in the Port Orleans - French Quarter resort, and the Citrus Swirl at Sunshine Tree Terrace in Magic Kingdom. Also, we ponied up the cash for the Be Our Guest dining experience at Magic Kingdom, where you get to eat in Beast's castle from Beauty and the Beast, and the food was excellent. It's not a cheap meal, but, honestly, I think a similar-quality meal outside of WDW would cost about the same. And, whoever our host was is truly living his best life, acting like he's a straight-up cartoon character and clearly enjoying every second of it.

We had someone with some mobility issues who needed to sit or stop walking frequently, and some lessons learned from that: first off, if you're looking at the parks in terms of the amount of public seating with shade, Magic Kingdom is the best for that, followed by Animal Kingdom, and EPCOT and Hollywood Studios are tied for the worst. EPCOT is just...so dang hot with all the cement, and HS...okay, Galaxy's Edge does at least have some shade, but they didn't install as many places to sit as they really could have, and Toy Story Land is almost entirely roasting in the sun. If either of those areas had had a bit more seating/shade, we probably would have spent longer in the park, but as it was, it was sort of a half-day park for us.

If you're staying at a resort on-site, staying at one of the ones that the skyliner hits is super convenient, and way less crowded than the buses. The skyliner only goes to two parks, but still...that's two fewer bus rides.

Because of the way Disney has set things up, if you have any interest in the more popular rides, it is almost imperative to pay for Genie+ and occasionally Individual Lightning Lane passes. It's stupid, and I hate it, but if you're trying to maximize your time there, it's necessary to avoid standing in line half the day.

On that note, though, don't be afraid to ride the "lame" rides. Two of my favorite rides were the PeopleMover and the Carousel of Progress -- both of which I never would have checked out had I not seen Jenny Nicholson's "Top 10 Lame Things To Do At Disney World" video, which I also highly suggest (I actually love all of Jenny's videos, and she has several good ones on theme park stuff. This is one of the shortest ones).

Also, because of the way Genie+ and the Lightning Lane passes work, sometimes it's really easy to get caught up in the game of scheduling the day, and just hopping from one ride to the next without lingering in the parks and checking out the different areas. This is, in my opinion, a huge downside to this system. The parks are all highly themed in various ways, and there are cool things to look at and be around nearly everywhere. If you're constantly rushing from attraction to attraction, you miss some of that. So, try to take some time to linger. It really is worth it to do so.

If you're going to all four parks over the course of several days, I highly suggest having a rest day in the middle of the trip where you don't go to a park if you can. We had originally planned our not-park day for the end of the week, but ended up swapping it around with the last park day because we were just exhausted.

Unless something seems in danger of selling out throughout the day, save buying souvenirs til the end of the day. Spending a bunch of mental energy trying to make sure you don't spill something on your cool new bag or lose your cute Chewbacca plush is silly when you can probably just run through whatever stores on your way out. Ask me how I know this.

Don't be afraid to really examine whether the juice is worth the squeeze. I had been told we had to ride this one ride at Hollywood Studios, and even though I seriously grabbed a Lightning Lane pass four minutes after they were released, our time wasn't until like 7pm. By like...4:30, we had more than exhausted what we wanted to do at the park, were grumpy, and dreading waiting around for another 2.5 hours just to ride a roller coaster...so we didn't. We probably could have gone to the hotel and then gone back to the park, but we were just tired and kind of over it at that point, so we left for the day. And, honestly, I do not think any roller coaster would have been worth getting increasingly grumpy and sunburned over the course of a couple hours. Maybe if it had been a ride we were really looking forward to, but this was one we didn't even know existed until someone told us we had to ride it. So...examine what's actually worth the time/energy to you and base your decisions around that instead of on what other people say is a must-ride, must-do thing.

#it me #wat answers #disney world #walt disney world

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casimirt · 6 months

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Dear Readers,

I've been a bit of a cryptid of late, hiding in the shadows and disappearing when anyone looks directly at me. I was always a shrinking violet but it's clear to me now why.

I've also been feeding off of the neighbourhood strays, and then claiming the meals left out for them also. I can't say I'm proud of this, or what I've become, but it beats having to cook or waste money on take-out.

Though, the main reason for this is because as the daylight becomes more and more unbearable I'm forced to retreat. Deeper and deeper into the woods and dark crevices of the world. Realistically I'm just frequenting late night bookshops and well-treed parks on the edge of town. Either way I don't get out much.

To be honest I had always sensed this would eventually be my fate. Ever since I was dubbed the shy child; coupled with my unnerving ability to predict things. Basically, I was a young person with a strong capacity for pattern recognition and hyper-vigilance.

But, regardless of knowing the root of my attributes, it didn't slow the march of time, and unrelenting descent into cryptid-dom. Sounds more dreadful than it is. Just a second puberty really, but with A LOT more hair.

Not really a downside in my opinion. Being odd and mildly off-putting is trending these days. Though, eating people's skittish and semi-feral pets leans a little too much on the unlikable side. I'll do better not to be seen from now on. Though the use of drones and camera door bells makes it hard.

I'd also like to note, while I can still hold a phone, that I was never one for the centre of attention anyway. So slinking on the outskirts and only being seen on occasion suits me fine. It's practically how I lived my life to date anyway.

Cryptid or not, I've... changed.

All of that waffle is to say I've been in a bit of a weird mental mist and have had to focus on surviving instead of thriving. But I hope to make a comeback soon, and have the energy for more art and poetry!

I have a week off work soon, and I'm feeling optimistic. No need to worry.

I love you all dearly and if I owe you an answer to art or a collaborative piece, I will get there!

PS. Please continue to send asks and messages, they make me happy and help motivate me 💙

#cryptid #my writing #writing #creative writing #mutual #asks #love #mental health #changes #artists on tumblr #art #poems and poetry

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purlturtle · 2 years

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From the weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well: 2, 5, 12, 14, 15, 17, 28!

Hi Anon, and thanks for the ask!

I kinda feel like I already answered re: thoughts on veganism/question #2, but I'll do it again: I'm not vegan, probably never will be vegan, don't think that our environmental problems will be solved by universal veganism. I think it's important to be aware where your food comes from and how it is produced, including how the animals are treated in case of animal sourced foods. But veganism isn't the be all and end all. There's also a intersection of veganism (as an actual -ism) with colonialism and racism that I'm somewhat aware of but in no way knowledgeable enough to speak on.

5. Favorite form of potato: Reibekuchen/Kartoffelpuffer

(ID: a plate of potato fritters, served with apple sauce.)

I love plenty of potato dishes, and I think that Bratkartoffeln (pan fried sliced potatoes) are a FANTASTIC gauge for how good a restaurant is (as in, if they get them right, chances are high that the chef knows what they're doing). But if I have to name ONE potato form, it's Rievkooche (this is approximately how they're spelled in Cologne). They also stink up the kitchen a lot, so I rarely ever make them myself; they're pretty much only a Christmas market food.

12. Brand of haircare/skincare/bodycare I trust 100% - alverde, a store brand of the drugstore chain "dm", which operates in Germany and neighboring countries. Not sure how much help this is, but there you have it.

14: do you think you're dehydrated? Yes and no. Do I drink 2 liters of water a day? Heck no. Barely one. Am I dehydrated? Not according to my body: my skin is supple, my blood pressure perfect, my digestion works, my kidneys are happy as far as my doctor tells me. So. I think that 2 liters number is more of a bargaining/manipulation measure: if we (doctors/dieticians/nutritionists) tell them (other people) that high of a number, even if they won't drink quite that much, they'll probably drink more than they used to before, out of embarrassment. But I'm also a very big proponent of people knowing their own bodies best. Know what your body needs and what it's asking from you. Know how thirst feels (apparently something that can be unlearned). Take care of your body's needs, the way that works best for where you're at. This is also an intersectional issue, with classism, racism (especially in medicine), sexism (also especially in medicine), ableism, ... So yeah. I'll keep doing what works, until I get told or find out differently.

15. Rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning - um, how? I've never... experienced any of them? I guess... I guess freezing is probably the "easiest", since from what I know (and that's all Hollywood, so don't @ me), you just go numb and indifferent and then you fall asleep and don't wake up? So yeah, that's probably what I'd prefer if I could choose. Downside of drowning: the panic when you can't get air. But probably doesn't last all that long? So maybe this would be second place? And burning, heck no. Ouch ouch ouch ouch! Please no. Too much agony for too long of a time before you pass out. I think.

17. An anxious compulsion you do every day. (Again I get the feeling I already answered that some time ago, but here goes:) none. I'm not an anxious person - I do have daily routines, and some of them stem from the wish to avoid negative consequences, such as brushing my teeth, but that's not anxiety. I *do* have covid anxiety in that I don't want to get it and thus have been avoiding group scenarios especially in inside spaces since the beginning, and do get anxiety attacks when I can't avoid those scenarios - but that's not a daily compulsion. So. None!

28. Last meal on Earth? No idea. Or rather, I love so many foodstuffs; it really depends on what I'm in the mood for. Or I could be clever and pick something that takes super long to prepare and/or eat, just to draw things out - but hey, maybe I'm an astronaut and this isn't about dying but just about heading out to a lifelong space journey. In any case it'll probably involve chocolate.

This was fun, thank you! 😁 I hope my answers were satisfying. Feel free to ask more!

#ask meme #ask me #anon ask

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desudog · 3 months

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Honestly my big starter tip for anyone who wants to get into rimworld is:

For once in your life- balanced stats aren't that good.

I often reccomend going ahead and giving yourself like 6 starter colonists and deciding their jobs before the game starts.

I'd you have a really good doctor who can't do anything but doctor that's much better than someone who's kinda good at doctoring and has no inabilities. (Unless you're planning on not getting hurt at all until you get to the point where you can dump stat trainers into him.)

Some stuff doesn't /need/ crazy high stats and can easily be a secondary stat like mining or plant growing but some you'll want to prioritize absolutely, like shooting, animals, medical, and intellectual.

All of your other colonists can be dumb as rocks so long as you have 1 guy who's really smart and just does all the research.

I would reccomend at least 2 colonists with good shooting stats tho because just 1 guy is probably not enough.

Also, dumb labor not being allowed should only be not re-rolled if you managed to roll like. A lvl 19 in doctoring. Unless you have a whole team of huskies and at least 1 person whos entire life and job is hauling, like... you need that. Not being able to haul when you need people to haul is beyond frustrating.

I wouldn't reccomend making them in the prepare menus, but later in the game you'll get the chance to recruit / rescue / etc a new colonist, and if their stats are trash go ahead and make them only clean and haul, or even just only clean. Makes a huge difference.

Also if you're using ideo, cannibal religion is goated. Tame yourself a male and female muffalo or other good pack animal, send a caravan to nearby settlements with bad tech and raid for food. Butcher on location and bring them home as meat- not as bodies. This is better for weight. Bring home the leather as well as it serves a mood buff, eating meals with human flesh also gives a buff. For an even better buff grow rice (fastest growing crop) at home, cook fine meals with rice and human for the fine meal mood buff.

As for ranching, horses are best IMO for money making. They're good for caravans, always sell well and are born quickly. Otherwise, milk from animals that can be milked has saved colonies of mine in the past. Don't overlook animals that can be milked.

Also, I used to put my homes in temperate forests but I don't anymore. I prefer to start in cold areas because if you go somewhere with warm summers and cold winters you will be fighting both temperatures. Start in the cold and just grind in that early start, you'll never have to build coolers in your rooms, just heaters and that's easier to maintain. Also, food will freeze outside so no worried of rotting after a caravan, or colonists not immediately hauling slaughtered animals. The downsides being a difficult start and snow movement slow. Maybe start in a temperate forest as a starter base and then move upwards? I don't encourage that though, it's better to have your stockpile started at a base you plan to keep so you don't have to make multiple trips for your heavy building supplies.

My top picks for animals compare:

Muffalo

Market value: 300 silver

Meat on kill: 336

Pack animal: yes

Carrying capacity: 180

Max and min temperature: 113 to -67 F

Minimum handling: 5

Bonus? : wool. 120 amount every 15 days. Wool market value = 2.70. Amount each sheer: 120.

Tame risk: none

Gestation and growth: 6.66 days gestation. 19 grow days

Note: my general pick. Every colony should have 2, Noah's Arc style. If you don't do a lot of trips or have low handling, you can replace with sheep for a lower meat reap (105) and lower wool (45 every 10 days) or alpacas for lower meat (140) and lower wool (45 every 10 days) (alpacas are however pack animals)

Horses

Market value: 550

Meat on kill: 336

Pack animal: yes

Carrying capacity: 180

Max and minimum temp: 113 to -31 F

Minimum handling: 2

Bonus: boost caravan speed

Tame risk: none

Gestation and growth: 6.66 days gestation. 19 grow days

Note: If you don't do lots of caravan trips, it's not worth it. Focus on an animal with more bonuses

Chicken

Market value: 38

Meat amount: 26

Pack animal: no

Carrying capacity: n/a

Max and min temp: 104 to 14 F

Min handling: 0

Bonus: renewable food resource in eggs, eggs are laid 1 a day, with a market value of 7 silver each, with a yearly value of 420

Tame risk: none

Gestation and growth: 1 egg a day, takes 13 days to grow, eggs have a 3.5 day hatch time. (Meaning with 2 hens you could have 6-7 chicks every ~4 days.)

Note: expectedly, these SNOWBALL. You /will/ have too many chickens. Sell or slaughter regularly.

Thrumbo

Market value: 4,000 at full grown. But uh, you'll be selling them for 1,600 (calf age)

Meat amount: 560 (but I wouldn't recommend slaughter unless you have an excessive amount)

Pack animal: no, has ridability

Carrying capacity: n/a

Max and min temp: 122 to -85

Min handling: 10

Bonus: adults on slaughter will drop a thrumbo horn, worth 800 value and can also be used as a weapon in a pinch. It also drops fur worth 14 silver each, on a side note. There is no economic reason to kill and butcher them unless they are already dead or dying (cancer etc)

Tame risk: none

Gestation and growth: 20 days gestation and a whopping 79 day growth period. However they reach juvenile at around 3 quadrums and will sell at 3000 here. It's fair to play the waiting game until this if you desire!

Note: if you have a handler with 10+ skill, you gotta go for thrumbos. You'll never struggle with money again. Get a male and a female when they pass through, when they give birth sell if male calf and keep if female. You probably will not sell them for full price ever due to the insane growth time. Sell as calf it's not worth waiting. In 80 days you'll already have at least 4 more to sell and will be meeting that 4000 price range.

Cow

Market val: 300

Meat amount: 336

Pack animal: no

Carrying capacity: n/a

Max and min temp: 104 to 14 F

Min handling: 0

Bonus: milk! 14 milk every 1 day with a value of 1.90 each

Tame risk: none

Gestation & growth: 6.66 days gest. 19 days growth

Note: if you can't buy or find a cow, you can replace it with any other milk bearing animal such as caribou, elk, dromedaries, yak, etc. Though they may give less milk and need higher tame requirements! Having a milk bearing animal is a fucking LIFESAVER. Please have at least 1 even if you don't plan to breed them. Especially important if you have a baby on the way.

My overall best pick for in home non livestock animals:

Husky

Market val: 250

Meat amount: 120 though that's not the point

Pack animal: no

Carrying capacity: n/a

Max and min temp: 104 to -58

Min handling: 0

Bonus: hauling. Huskies can be trained to haul items to stockpiles! This is HUGE.

Tame risk: none

Gestation&growth: 10 days gestation, 30 day growth time, litter size of 1-3

Note: huskies can be replaced with other haul trainable animals but they may have higher handling needs and have tame risks. (Wolf and panthers: risk: 30%. 10 day gestation 30 for growth.)

You could also go for megasloths if you have a 10+ handler if you want more wool, they give 200 every 20 days with a market value of 2.70. It's very warm.

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blackknightgargiefoodtopia · 4 months

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Maurya Finest Indian Cuisine

When we returned from our long day tour, we decided to have dinner and bowling, so we went downstairs from our apartment to this awesome Indian restaurant called Maurya Finest Indian Cuisine

Location: Directly downstairs at the ground floor at Stanmore Apartments, right next to the Lava Lane bowling centre

Setting: Has a nice Indian feel to it, with a bit of London in the mix, and the moment you come inside, you're greeted with a strong whiff of spices that really whets your appetite

Le cutlery

Drink of the day

Appetizers and the sauce to go with it

Technically this is also a sort of filling for the appetizer, but it's also good to eat it with rice and stuff, and there is cut chilli in it, so gives it the extra kick

Don't remember the name of it, but it's basically a meat platter with the usual meat along with fish and tiger prawn there

Some kind of chicken platter, the meat nice and tender and juicy

Some kind of potato snack, tastes amazingly yummy

Chicken masala

Beef masala

Naan to go with the masala

Butter naan, a little extra oily for my taste, but quite sweet

One of the many Indian desserts. Can't remember what it's called, but although it's nice and sweet, the texture tastes like wet tissue somehow, and that was a little off-putting

Complimentary chocolates after end of the meal

It was a very satisfying dinner. The spices had its kick, the taste was flavourful, the meat was tender and juicy and some even melts in your mouth, and the bread are nicely fresh from the oven. The only downside is that they kinda take a little too long, service is a little slow, but at least they're efficient.

Overall rating:

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dragonofthestone · 1 year

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Metabolism/Food and Stone

I don't really know what to call this but here we go.

I'm sure I've touched a little on the subject here and there but figured it couldn't hurt to expand on/ try to make a more detailed and expansive post I guess.

For starters the basics, for the most part he can eat just about the same thing as any other regular person, provided he hasn't become so hyper focused on something that he forgets to eat.

He tends to prefer smaller meals / snacking through out the day over like trying to put aside time for specified big meals or something but he's not against them.

That said there are a lot of things he can get away with eating most can't.

Raw meat: Not exactly a first choice meal but if necessity called for it he could survive off it with little to know risk of illness for the most part. Or at least no risk of death

also while they don't taste good his stomach technically is able to partially digest and handle stuff like fur and if it's a real small animal bones too if he really wanted.

Although he's no scavenger and even he'll get sick from rotting meat- and even if he'd be fine he still wouldn't touch it.

Poisonous plants: Now it's not something he's willing to risk or actually try himself but he'd be pretty okay with a lot of toxic plants. Not all but the stones power would be able to fight back against it.

(Unless we're talking about lab!life Tim who's survival skills and instincts are rather stunted unless stopped likely would shove anything at least once in their mouth to try it)

However stone or not the animal DNA does bring some downside an intolerance

Caffine- as it is he's not big on coffee anyway but his body doesn't handle it well and needs far less to get sick.

Chocolate: Technically he can eat it in small amounts and will, he loves chocolate but he does have to be careful needing less to get sick.

Raspberries: Not related to being a Chimera at all he just has a general intolerance to them (but it won't stop him from eating them in small amounts anyway consequences be damned they're tasty and he likes them)

Alcohol: Both the smell and taste alone for most drinks are enough to put him off, to strong and can't stand it. He's either unable or has an extremely high tolerance to actually getting drunk but needs a hell of a lot less to get sick.

As for how much he needs to eat.

Not a whole lot. Partially because reptile, partially cause the stone itself provides quite a bit of energy to his body and can subsist off of that if things like food and water are unavailable / limited.

But it does put strain on it, wearing it down faster and also means a greater chance of injury or even possible illness since the stone wouldn't be working at it's best with its power basically having to work to feed his body.

Now in warmer climate and if he's been unusually active he'll obviously need to eat more but on Average One - Two sizable meals in a day can then hold him over for a decent amount of time. Maybe with a couple small snacks thrown in here and there if desired and obvs water.

When the weather turns cold his appetite also lowers quite a bit and you won't see him eating as much. Mostly just small snack every now and then

Water he doesn't need as much of in part due to the fact that he doesn't sweat nor create tears so there's less loss of fluid over all you know.

Of course that's only based on NEED. He's still more then happy to eat and drink just cause he wants to tho.

On the flip side because the stone essentially is always in a state of working / being active if anything happens to cause it to put out more energy needed then normal like say to quickly heal up an injury or put in a situation where he's only been surviving off of the active energy from the stone he will need to eat a lot to restore that used up energy

and as the stones power slowly weakens over time he will gradually begin to need to eat more and more- think of it like how Yukito needed / or at least felt like he needed to constantly eat when his (Yue's) magic was weakening for those familiar with cardcaptors.

#; biology lesson #lab report || about tim #in away Tim is like a walking power source asf #although idk how he'd go about tapping into it for any other uses outside of keeping himself alive lol #and that's all I got for now

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taketwoinink · 2 years

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Hi! I had a really *verb* conversation with @earthtokit that I want to make a post about-

This however, is not that post

Instead I'm going to talk about something completely different! Poverty!

And more specifically, my experience with it. This is going to differ from other people obviously, because everyone's life is different.

warning this got quite long oops

-- I don't know exactly what to tag this as, so I'm actually going to put my trigger warnings here. I'm talking about being poor, suicidal thoughts, thoughts of self harm, mentions of a potential eating disorder, mentions of a heart attack, some unhealthy habits, self hate, depression, this is generally a kind of heavy post about my own life, so just want you to be warned! hopefully I got everything --

Since I was a small small child, my mom has been sick. Sick with what, who even knows? She has thyroid problems (runs in my family) and depression (also runs in my family) and narcolepsy (yes actually!) and just generally her body doesn't like her very much. So for most of my life, she's been mostly in bed. As a kid, I was just like, "oh yeah, I get my mom food, she doesn't leave the house, she doesn't feel very well, that's just normal".

My dad was the one who made all the meals and drove us around and earned money for us to survive. Because my mom didn't feel well and we were all pretty young, he worked from home. He never had a steady job. He sells things on e-bay, he flipped condos and houses for a little while, we even had a little shop on Main Street for a few years. (downside of this is when it shut down, all of the stuff we had there that we were selling got moved in the basement and the garage and we haven't been able to get rid of it so there's just so much clutter)

I remember I legitimately didn't realize that some people had real meals multiple times a day home-cooked from scratch and that their parents weren't always home because they had work for a really really long time. Like probably only a few years ago that it really sank in.

The plus side of this? I see my parents all the time! They've been a constant presence in my life.

The downside?

We're poor. Really poor.

My dad has a degree in software engineering. For a while he had a really well paying job, then my mom got sick and he got fired. He has done a phenomenal job at stretching out our money and making ends meet. So well that I didn't even really register that we were poor until I was in eighth grade.

Things kind of crashed at that point. We started getting food from our church. (For those that may not know, the Mormon church has what is called The Bishop's Storehouse which is food and stuff for people who need it, who can't afford it on their own. And you take to your bishop and he can get you set up with that). Honestly, one of the times I think I was eating the best in my life. I also got no birthday presents that year, which was a big wake-up call for me. We had cake and ice cream I think and that was it. Since then, I have had zero expectations for my birthday or for Christmas. Our Christmas that year was basically funded by my aunt, who gave each kid like 40 dollars and we went to the dollar store and bought almost all of our Christmas presents from there. It was actually a really good Christmas.

Now, my dad had a heart attack last year. In October. He's fine but it really terrified my mom. Now she's obsessed with trying to stress him out as little as possible. Which is a great great goal! He's done so much for us, honestly the man deserves a retirement and he's only in his fifties.

The problem is that we're like five disabled people (mentally and/or physically) with no real source of income and my mom isn't physically healthy enough to get a job, and me and my brothers aren't mentally stable enough to get a job. One of them is working on it and helps my dad sell stuff online so that's good but- it's a precarious place to be.

I grew up in the Mormon church (I promise you this is all going to come together and you'll see what I'm getting at here). I was taught to serve everyone around me. No one ever told me to serve myself. Nothing against the people there or the teachings, it was something that was just overlooked and me (and probably lots of other children) fell victim to that. No one ever taught me to love myself.

So I had a philosophy in life of never asking for anything, no matter how much I wanted or needed it. As I got older and things like depression and anxiety took hold, it got to a point where I was trying to carry all of these people and didn't have anything for myself. I ended up just completely burning out, basically dropped out of school for a semester and a half, and finally got medication and therapy.

Since then, I've cut off some friends that I had an unfortunately toxic relationship with, which has helped so much, went to therapy for a while (had to stop going because of money problems and uh, that hasn't helped me but we're managing I hope), got medication which has been a life-saver literally. I've had some room to think about myself and start picking up the pieces. And I've had a lot of progress!

But. We're still poor. And so that thing of never asking for anything? Yeah that got worse.

Add in my mom's determination to never stress out my dad and one mental breakdown realization that he's actually going to die one day and it could be sooner than I think, and... yeah

That's not very conducive to unlearning unhealthy behaviors. If I want something I have to talk myself so hard into just asking. I'll go silent almost every single time and just tell myself to forget about it.

I've learned a lot about communicating and enforcing my boundaries but- there's still a lot of room to go

And I try not to think about what if all this falls through and we end up homeless on the streets (we won't, my uncle apparently has a house he's reserving for us if we ever need it, which is actually such a relief, I've been so worried about ending up homeless for so long)

I try not to think about how my dad still has to do everything around here because I can't and what if the stress is too much and he has another heart attack and dies

I try not to think about any of it

I feel pressure to step up because in the end I can only control myself. And I just have to face a reality that I can't. I can't even eat breakfast. I get out of bed every morning and that's my accomplishment.

And I know I need to talk to them and get on an anti-anxiety medication because that would make a world of difference and I know I need to talk to them and tell them that I probably have an eating disorder and actually make sure we have things that I can and will eat- but I can't

I don't know where to begin. I don't want to be a burden or a bother. I know they'd tell me I'm not but I don't want to put that stress on them anyway. I don't want to talk to them about my relapse into serious suicidal thoughts (which is over now, it was just that week where I was having such intense intrusive thoughts that I honestly wanted to die just so my brain would shut up). I mean yeah, occasionally I'm like, I could stab myself with this knife or what if I went and jumped off the bridge, but I'm not going to. I actually do enjoy living. It's hard but I have hope for the future.

I just... don't have the confidence to improve my now and just keep hoping my then will be better.

My point in starting all of this was that I wanted to talk about how being poor growing up affects one's mindset and self esteem and your ability to ask for things that are necessary. I understand how that my life has been extremely abnormal. I still wouldn't trade it. Yes, things could have been different but I don't know then that I'd be the person I am now, and I kind of like me. I want to keep being this me. I don't want to risk being a different me.

Don't know if what I wanted to say got across but this felt good to say anyway.

Yep so, that's my trauma-dump I guess! Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I really am doing okay. Doing better than I was a bit ago. I get up at a normal time, I go to sleep at such odd hours, I don't eat enough and that's a problem but I'm alive, I have my kitty and I love her and she loves me, I've been writing and drawing and enjoying both, I've been bullying myself about taking naps in the middle of the day less, I've been getting out of the house occasionally, I am happy. Not always, but more often. Starting to accept the fact that I am disabled in at least some way and there's things I just can't do or manage. And I'm getting better about enforcing those boundaries with other people. We'll find a balance eventually.

hope you have a fabulous day! <3 <3

if you're struggling remember that things do get better and you'll always have this random internet human who will love you and listen to you if you need to talk <3

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tf2yall · 2 years

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Tf2 eating habits headcanons

Scout

Scout pretty much subsists on junk food and whatever he can make with minimal effort. Sandwiches, scrambled eggs, anything canned.

Scout can't cook but he can sure as hell bake. He'd always help out in the kitchen whenever his ma baked and as such learned quite a bit about baking. He can separate the yolk from an egg surprisingly well and he just has a sense for knowing when he needs to adjust the recipe, before he's even made it

Everyone loves Scout's baking but they hate it when Scout bakes. The kitchen looks like a fucking bomb went off in it. Scout's messy when he bakes and if you think he's cleaning up after himself? HA!

Soldier

Army rations. Yeah, that's it. That's pretty much all Soldier eats. Maybe on special occasions, he'll have a hamburger or some apple pie but not very often. He's subsisting entirely on packaged rations from ww1 and everyone is deeply confused on how he's still alive.

Soldier has been banned from ever making dinner. EVER. Medic will beat him to death with his own shovel if he even so much as looks at the kitchen

Has also been banned from going on supply runs. Once he went out with Demo and the two of the blew up half the Tuefort general store. Spy was also present that day. He wishes he hadn't been.

Pyro

Pyro likes sweet things. Probably. No one has actually ever seen them eat. They'll grab glasses of chocolate milk and candy bars to presumably be eaten but fuck who knows? Maybe they're actually sacrificing it to a hellfire demon they're keeping as a pet

Despite the fact that no one's ever seen them eat, Pyro's actually a shockingly good cook. They're better over a campfire or a grill, but they're not bad on the stovetop.

Their dishes usually involve a lot of experimentation. They might start on a souffle recipe and by the end have created something that has no name know to man. What? They get bored.

Has shockingly never lit the kitchen on fire. The people (*cough* Spy) who criticize their cooking on the other hand...

Heavy

Iffy. He's good with ingredients he's used to, like bear meat and such, but give him something new and he's not really sure what to do with it...? Isn't afraid to learn though! The only one of the mercs that will actually read a cookbook.

Isn't all that picky with the food he eats. He can appreciate a good meal, but he'll also eat the charred messes that Scout produces

Spy's teaching him how to cook and it's going great! In return, Heavy's attempting to teach him the art of heavy weapons. This is going less great

Engineer

God-tier. His food is fucking fantastic... If you can get him out of his workshop to make it.

GO AWAY HE HAS WORK TO DO HE DOESN'T HAVE TIME TO COOK FOR YOU. Engineer doesn't even really feed himself. He usually eats whatevers quick enough for him to grab and go. Nothing and I mean NOTHING will draw Engineer away from his work for very long. Homeboy'll power through three solid days of experiments and emerge blinking from his workshop. When did he last eat? Uh... Tuesday, maybe?

Great with a grill. Knows lots of southern cuisine and when he actually gets going he can make the best food you've ever tasted. It will definitely offend him if you don't accept his food.

Demo

The best cook on the team. Cooking and baking give him the same thrill as chemistry. The only downside is they don't explode at the end, but Demo can fix that.

If he's drunk he may start experimenting which will either end in a hot mess or the nectar of the gods. Good luck trying to get him to remember the recipe he used though...

Pyro and Demo cook together a lot. The team wishes they wouldn't.

Makes a lot of flambés and puts alcohol in fucking everything.

Medic

No, I'm serious, think about it. How good do you think Medic could possibly be in the kitchen?

The answer is god awful.

He's much like Engie, where he'll get hyperfixated on his experiments and won't bother to eat. Honestly, he's feral enough to eat birdseed or pieces of his experiments if he's too lazy to go to the kitchen. What? It's not like he'll get sick. That's what the medigun's for.

He's not allowed to make dinner anymore. He just uses it as an excuse to drug people's food and see how they react to it. It's a little hard not to guess there's something wrong with your meal when a manic German doctor won't stop staring at you, giggling

Sniper

Subsists on packaged instant noodles, canned food, and whatever he can kill. Like Scout, I don't think Sniper has so much as heard of a vegetable.

Not a picky eater at all. Joins Medic in the 'im cool with eating raw meat' club. Spy is deeply disgusted with them both

Not half-bad at cooking, if what you want cooked happens to be something over a campfire. Sniper's great at that. Give him a stove and the most he can do with it is maybe turn it on.

Loves visiting his parents partially because it's the only time he eats real food.

Spy

He is a fucking cooking snob. He's out here making multi-step dishes with unpronounceable names and no, he's not sharing with you heathens.

Alright, maybe he'll share with Demo and Heavy. They're the only two on the team who can actually appreciate decent cooking

Despairs at the rest of team's inability to feed themselves. Most nights he'll skip dinner in favor of making his own food. Like hell he's putting whatever the fuck THAT is in his mouth

Begrudgingly likes Scout's baking and will never ever tell him. Scout caught him once raiding the cupboards at midnight for leftover cookies and Scout will never let him live it down

#tf2 headcanons #scout #soldier #pyro #heavy #engineer #demo #sniper #medic #spy

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

___

"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

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vdlest · 3 years

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Nice to meet you

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TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:

The restaurant where Bucky always take Yori to eat with him is where you actually work. You've been watching and staring at him for quite some time now, but didn't have the courage to introduce yourself to him. But what happens when Yori asked Bucky to take you out?

Warning:

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There they are again. You see two familiar faces entering the restaurant you are working at. You've been seeing this guy who is in his late 30s accompanied by an elderly for quite some time now. You don't know if they are father & son, or anything, but one thing's for sure, you like the guy. You like him even if you don't know what his name is, even if you have no idea who he is. His treatment to the elder guy is enough reason to like him.

No one is taking their table so you took the chance to finally have a closer look of the guy you've been liking for quite some time. Whenever they come, you are either busy with another table or assigned in the cashier. But this time, the opportunity is in front of you.

So you took it.

"Hi, ready to order?" you asked them casually, even if your stomach is getting butteflies inside it. Is this his effect to you? You don't know.

The older man stared at you and smiled, "Just call me Yori. I can guess you're calling me "old man" in your thoughts," he joked.

Yori's joke made you chuckle, "Okay, Yori, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N and I'll be your server for today," you said as you get the paper and pen on your pocket to get their orders, but still no luck from the man you've been eyeing, you still don't know what his name is, "What can I get you for your lunch?" you asked them, glancing at the man who's still busy looking at the menu.

"I'll have Fish and Chips, old man's been craving it since last night," Yori said looking at you. Good thing you were able to switch your eyes to Yori, but when he smiled at you, he must've seen you looking at the man beside him. Yori's smile made you somehow nervous.

You tried to act normal and turned to the man beside Yori, hoping that you would finally know his name by the end of this day.

"How 'bout you, Sir? What can..." you weren't able to finish your question for him when his eyes finally met yours. It was only a matter of time before you realized that this man has a gorgeous pair of blue eyes. You cleared your throat, "What can I get you?" you asked him, dismissing the thought of fantasizing about him.

"I'll just have Clam Chowder," he answers you as he handed you the menu, "Thank you."

"Would you care for anything to drink, then?" you grabbed the menu from his hand, "You should..."

"You should ask her out," Yori said to the guy beside him, making your eyes widened in surprise.

His reaction was same as yours, he's almost embarassed to what Yori just said. Your cheeks are burning red in your guess, but you tried to be as professional as possible. One more thing, you don't want the guy to think that you're into him, that'll make things more awkward as it is now.

"Yori," the man glared at Yori before he moved his eyes back to you, "I'm sorry, he's just really like this from time to time."

You are already getting tired of calling him "guy" or "man." You've been wanting to know his name but God knows how?

"It's fine," you replied then you prepare yourself to leave, "If there's anything you need from me, just let me know. Thank you."

"His name is James," Yori said as you turn your back on them, but you pretended that you did not hear it since you're already inches away from them.

Now, you finally know what his name is.

•••

When their order is finally ready, you took a deep breath before heading your way to their table. Things are more awkward now. You wished that you weren't their server so you'll just get to watch and like him from afar. Not like this.

"Here's your order," you tried your best to smile from ear to ear, even though you're feeling embarassed and a bit awkward already. You put down their orders and once you're done you told them to enjoy their meal.

"So what's a pretty lady like you doing here?" Yori asked you.

Oh, great, small talk, you thought.

You badly want to go back inside the kitchen and start serving other customers but you remembered what your manager told you when the customers make a small talk with you — answer them and interact with them, that way they'll have the will to come back.

"I'm just saving up money to start my own business," you answered Yori.

You could see in your peripheral that James is looking at you. As much as you want to know what kind of look he's giving you, you fight that idea.

"I like business-minded people. They are the best in organization and handling things," he complimented. "You got a boyfriend?" he asked you another question.

You shook your head and smile, "No, I don't. I guess that's the downside of being a business-minded, no one dares to date you," you joked.

"I think I'll take that dare."

Your eyes traveled to James who suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry, you're what?" you asked him.

"You think no one dares to date business-minded woman? I'll tell you, what," he smiles at you, "I like accepting dares."

Is he asking you out?

"Just in case you're puzzled with his words," Yori joined the conversation again, making you look his way again, "He's asking you out."

"Really?" you asked Yori.

Your eyes moved back to James and the way he stares at you makes your heart skip a beat, countless times. Your fingers gripped on the tray you're holding, trying to contain your happiness.

"What time's the end of your shift?" he asked.

You gulped, "I'm out by 6."

"Great, I'll come back at 6 to pick you up, then," he extended his hand towards you, "I'm James Barnes, but call me Bucky."

You reached for his hand, "Nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm Y/N." The touch of his soft hand on yours answers all your untold questions about him.

Ever since you saw him, you kept on asking yourself what it feels like to be his girl, what it feels like to be hugged by him, what if feels like to hold hands with him, and what if feels like to be kissed by his lips. But now, the touch of his hand on yours and the fact that you two have a date later is more than enough.

•••

When he said he's gonna be at your workplace at 6, he meant he's gonna be 30 minutes early. You asked him to sit down on one of the vacant tables, when he did, he handed you the bouquet of flowers he's holding. You didn't want to conclude that it was meant for you, but when he handed it to you, your heart melted like an ice cream under the sun.

As you finished your shift, you and Bucky went on your way. He said he already had everything planned out, so he did not bother to ask you where you want to go. Well, that's how you like it anyway. You want to be surprised.

The two of you ended up in the nearby beach, before you settled down in the sand, you passed by some food stalls and that's where you and Bucky bought food and drinks for your date.

"I hope you like sunsets," he said as both of you sat down on the sand and started munching over the food you guys bought, "I should've asked you abour where you want to go, but..." he seemed a little nervous so you cut him off.

"I like it."

His eyes went to yours and now he's puzzled, "You like what in particular?" he asked.

You smiled, "I like all of these. I like sunsets. I like how you planned this night for us. I like it. I appreciate it." You handed him his drink, "I'm not expert in date ideas as well, so no worries."

He chuckled and that's the only time you noticed how cute he is when he laugh and smile, especially his cheeks reaching for his eyes.

"I haven't dated anyone in decades so that explains my old fashioned ways and ideas," you don't know what he means when he said he haven't dated in decades.

"What are you? A 80 year old man?" you joked.

"Actually a hundred and six."

You burst into laughter but his face remained serious, "You are so funny, Bucky." You sighed as you stare on the sunset in front of you, "You know, some of my classmates bullied me when I was in elementary 'cause they think I'm an old soul or something, so don't worry if someone thinks of you as an old-fashioned or something. It's not really bad."

He frowned, "Why did they bullied you?"

"Because they found out that I'm listening to The Beatles, Paul Anka, Frankie Valli, and not into Britney Spears or something trendy during our time," you explained. You took a deep breath once more, "I guess I just really prefer old and classic songs. I find them amusing and the words that they used in making them feels like they are really talking to you and your soul."

You could still remember back in the day, you asked your dad to bought you a vinyl because you were fascinated by it.

"So what's your favorite song?" Bucky asked you.

"Can't take my eyes off of you, it's really classic," you said before taking a sip from your drink. "That was also my parents' theme song when they got married," sadness took over you when you remembered your late parents, "That was also the song I sang for them during their funeral."

You felt Bucky's eyes on you.

You turn to him and nodded to his unsaid question, "I'm an orphan now. They died because of a car accident. And when they died I used to live with my grandma but she died ad well three years ago, that makes me independent from then on. That makes me alone and living my own life." You tried giving him a smile, "How about you? What are your favorites?" you changed the topic.

But even though you already changed the topic he did not let go of the fact that something changed in your mood when you talked about your parents.

"I know how hard it is to lose both of your parents. I felt them too," he reached for your hand, making you shiver, "But if they'd see you now, I'll bet they're proud of the woman you are now."

You looked down and smile, "Why do you even talk like you already know me?" you asked him. "You and I just met," you reminded him as you look back at him.

"We just met but I've seen you and how hard you work in that restaurant every single time I was there and every time I pass by it," he revealed.

All along you thought he doesn't know you exist, but he does. He's totally aware of your existence and he knows how hard worker you are.

"Don't feel bad for being alone and independent, 'cause you should be proud of yourself. You know how to take care of yourself without depending or relying your happiness to other people. Sometimes living alone isn't that bad, it will let you experience things that will taught you a lot of lessons in life," you felt he squeezed your hand, making your eyes travel to your and his hands holding together.

You learned from him that he's not related to Yori, they are just neighbors and he's just trying to help Yori as the latter is living on his own.

Once darkness consumed the sky, the two of you head back to your apartment, which is only a few blocks away from the place where you work. You asked him if he wants to have a cup of coffee, he said yes but before you guys could enter your apartment, he received a phone call. After he talked someone over the phone, he said he needed to go.

"Is everything alright?" you asked him concernly. You noticed the sudden change of his mood after he took the call.

He nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry I need to go but I promise, I'll call you and text you." Both of you already exchanged numbers so you just got to wait when he will call and text you. But you said to yourself you're not gonna expect anything, "I had a wonderful time with you tonight and God knows I didn't want to end our date like this but I just got to go. It's call of duty."

You don't understand what he mean by call of duty but you have no other choice but to let him go.

"Take care, Bucky," that's all you could tell him.

You could tell in his reaction that he isn't happy with the answer he got from you.

Somehow, you are telling yourself to not expect anything from him. In that way, you won't get your hopes up and you won't end up getting hurt and disappointed. It's better that way.

You were about to close your door when his hand stopped you from doing so.

"Wha--"

Before you could say a word, he walked towards you and closed the space between the two of you as he leaned in to claim your lips.

The sweet taste of his lips makes your knees weak, but his arms rescued you and gently pinned you against the door. It's not long before you kissed him back and enjoy the taste of his lips.

Last night you dreamed of meeting him, of knowing him, and tonight, you'll be sleeping peacefully as you get satisfaction of meeting him, having a date with him, and getting the chance to kiss him. What a progress in a day.

When you heard your neighbor coming out the other door, you pulled away from your kiss.

You and Bucky stared at each other while waiting for your neighbor to evaporate.

Once your neighbor is gone, he kissed your lips one more time. When he pulled away, he smiled at you, "That's the first time I kissed a woman in decades, so if it's that bad, give me the consideration," he joked.

"No," you shook your head, "No one ever kissed me that good before."

His smile grew wider as he gave your cheeks a caress, "I'll see you when I get back."

"Don't promise anything to me, Bucky. Just do it," you said before entering your apartment and closing your door.

Like what you said, you will not expect anything for the coming days or even weeks. You won't do anything about it. You won't get your hopes up and wait for his move, it's up to him whether he'll call you or not. But a little part of you hope that he will.

A little hope wouldn't hurt anyway.

-v.dl

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wingsonghalo · 3 years

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20, 22, 29 and 40 for the writing asks! (Sorry if this is too much^^')

Thank you so very much for asking, Yuki!!! 💕 It's not too much at all!!

20. Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you? I used to only do one at a time, but now if I start struggling with one piece I switch over to another for a while. It's really hard for me to change tacks like that, though--usually when I get into a writing groove it's because I'm in hyperfocus, so having to stop what I'm doing is really unpleasant. When I can't make ANY words happen, though, I'm only too happy to indulge in the first distraction that flits into my field of vision. Right now I'd say I've technically got like 5 projects I want to work on, but only 2 I actually plan on working on in the next week.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? Bruh, that is a deeply profound question that I cannot possibly hope to answer with my mortal understandings. I could offer a psychological explanation or an emotional explanation, but instead I'll just say "It's like eating your favorite meal but never getting fat." There is no downside.

29. What’s the hardest thing about writing? THE hardest thing?? There are so many aspects to writing that I don't know if I could realistically break them down to bullet points. Ummm for the purposes of answering this question quickly, though, I'll say it's describing settings. I'm not very good at imagining a picture in my head unless there are already words there for me, so trying to cobble together a mental picture and then write THAT down is very hard. However, it's far easier to imagine natural settings than it is to imagine buildings or rooms, so if I have really detailed settings, they're probably outside, haha!

40. Write a 9-word fic. Oooh, gonna make me do work, huh? Okay. Can time heal all wounds if it's standing still?

I feel like I definitely need more than 9 words haha. Thanks again for asking me, and sorry it took me so long to respond! 💖

#stuff i write #writing ask #bloodredyuki #ask #writing

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fatpingu · 3 years

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My Secret Guardian

Chapter two - Those damn eyes

Warning: Explicit language, depression, anxiety and almost SA

The warmth from the sun made its way towards my bedroom. A thick sunbeam from the window was now pointed directly at my face, which made me wake up from my slumber. I really need to get some curtains.

Going back to bed wasn't even an option at this point, even though that was the only thing I wanted to do. My bedroom felt like a sauna and without curtains, there was no way that I could stay in that room. It wasn't even 7 o'clock yet, but the sun didn't care that it was my day off.

Might as well get some breakfast now that I'm up, I thought to myself as I got out of bed, the sweat already starting to form on my forehead.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a Ready-to-Eat oatmeal and sat down at the small table in my tiny apartment. I actually hated oatmeal, but it was just so convenient and it kept me full until lunchtime. It wasn't because I couldn't cook. I was actually, in my own humble opinion, really good at cooking. But what was the point at spending so much time cooking for one person? Who in their right mind would voluntarily spend two hours on making a meal, just to sit by themselves to eat.

I wonder if Alexander likes to cook. My mind started to wander before I stopped myself. Why did I even care? He was 42 years old, there was a high chance that he knew how to fucking cook. It's a basic human skill.

As I finished my food, I looked around the apartment to find something to distract myself with. I usually just stayed at home on my days off, but there was something inside me this day, that wanted to actually do something productive.

As my eyes traveled through my apartment, they landed on my workout clothes. I hadn't worked out in a couple of months, the motivation just hadn't been there. Maybe a run down to the lake and back wouldn't be so bad, I told myself while my butt was still planted on the chair.

I thought about it for a good ten minutes before I walked over to put the clothes on.

The leggings were a little tight around the thighs and hips, but it still fit nonetheless. The shirt however wasn't in the best condition. How had I forgotten about the huge hole on the side? I reconsidered the idea of a run because I didn't have any other workout shirts.

I looked outside one of the windows to see the beautiful weather and other people running around. Men with no shirt and women in sports bras. It was a clear indication that it was hot outside, and that I also could just wear my sport bra. I put on the rest of my attire plus some headphones, and headed out the door.

Either I'm really out of shape or the lake is further away than I anticipated, I said breathlessly to myself as I tried to run. It didn't really help that the sun was burning my entire body while I struggled to catch my breath through the thick air.

The fact that I remembered to put on a cap was a blessing. I would always forget to put on a hat, no matter what weather I was traveling in. The only downside to wearing a cap, was that I could feel the sweat round the area where it touched my skin. Gross.

My phone started to ring and I stopped to catch my breath before answering. I looked at my phone for a moment to see who was calling, a thing I always did to avoid talking to people I didn't like. It wasn't a number that was coded into my phone, and I also hadn't seen it before. I hesitated at first, but answered it anyway. It could've been for a job interview from one of the places I had applied for.

"Hello?" I answered, trying my hardest not to sound too exhausted.

"Oh! Uhm.. Hi! It's Alexander.. From work!" A deep voice stammered from the other end of the call.

"What do you want?"

"I-I know it's your day off but-"

"It is. So why are you calling me?"

"I got my new laptop today, but I don't know how to set up my account."

"Okay? And that is my problem because?

"I wanted to ask if you could come in and help me? You probably have a better understanding about this technology than me."

"Can't you just get another person to help you?" I started to get irritated. Why did he need my help for something so basic? I wasn't the only one at the office who knew how a damn computer worked.

The line was silent for a little bit before he finally answered me.

"No one has time to help me. And you were the first person I thought of calling."

Was I really going to go to work on my day off, just so I could help him with his fucking account? I thought for a second, and then sighed loud to make sure he knew he annoyed me.

"Fine," I groaned as I hung up the phone. I hated it already because I knew that I didn't have time to run back to my apartment, take a shower, jump in my car and then go to my workplace. I had to run over there.

I finally made it to the building's entrance after I had run for what had felt like an eternity, but in reality only was for about ten minutes.

I took a deep breath before entering, preparing myself for all the eyes that were going to be looking at me.

I quickly walked towards Alexander's office, looking down and hiding my face with my cap so none of my coworkers recognized me. I was too annoyed already, so I didn't even bother knocking on the door before entering.

The door flung up and he jumped in his seat, clearly startled by the sudden loud noise in his quiet office. That's fucking karma, I snickered to myself, thinking about all the times he had scared me the day before.

It was a much cooler atmosphere at the office than it was outside.

Thank the lords for air conditioning.

We stared at each other for quite a while without either of us saying anything. I looked at his shirt, expecting another band T-shirt, but was slightly disappointed when I saw that it was just a plain green polo. My eyes traveled up to his face to see something quite unexpected. A pair of black rimmed glasses. I hadn't seen him with those on before, so I almost didn't recognize him.

He looked at my face when his gaze suddenly started to travel downwards to my sports bra. I hadn't even thought about my outfit before agreeing to help him with his computer. As he probably came to the realization of where his eyes were, he adjusted himself in his chair and looked back at my face.

"Nice glasses," I teased, trying to get out of the awkwardness that was floating around. His eyes widened and he quickly reached for his glasses and took them off. "They're for reading," he said while smiling at me.

I grabbed a chair and went over to the side of him, sat down and pulled the laptop over to be in front of me.

As I was typing, I could feel his eyes going from the computer to the side of my face, over and over again, like he couldn't decide what to look at. I chose to ignore him and just focus on setting up his work account.

"What do you want your password to be?" I asked, still not looking at him. He scooted a little closer to me to look at the screen.

"How about.." he thought long and hard before saying "How about your name?"

I took my hands off the keyboard and turned my head, cocking a brow.

"Why?" I asked confusedly. He looked up from the screen and gazed into my eyes. We were inches away from each other at this point.

"Because I like your name. And it's easy for me to remember," he muttered.

I was sucked into his eyes once again. Those damn eyes.

His stare switched between my eyes and my mouth as he leaned a little closer. I bit my lip, staring down at his, but before anything happened, I pulled away and looked back at the computer.

There was a moment of silence before I started to type on the keyboard.

"My name it is then," I said, trying to ignore the fact that my heart was almost beating out of my chest.

Alexander cleared his throat and moved a little further away from me, clearly embarrassed by my rejection.

I tried to pace through the rest of the set up as quickly as possible, wanting to escape the awkward energy that flowed through the room.

"All done!" I exclaimed, pushing the laptop back to Alexander. I got up and almost ran towards the door.

"Tha-thank you!" He stuttered and got up himself. "Wait!" I stopped before grabbing the door handle, turning my head slowly to look at him.

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a beer tonight," he shyly asked. I was really contemplating my answer. I studied the look on his face, it was clear that he really wanted me to say yes. What was the worst thing that could happen? It was only a beer.

"Sure," I said softly, shifting my weight between my feet. His face lit up by my response and he almost couldn't contain his excitement.

"Should I pick you up?" he asked while nervously twisting his fingers.

"No I'll just meet you there. Joels Pint Parlor? Seven o'clock?" I requested. He nodded as he sat back down in his chair.

"See you there," he smiled. I smiled back at him and walked out of his office.

"Why did I agree to this?" I sighed while putting on my makeup. The sudden realization of what I was getting ready for hit me like a ton of bricks.

I wanted to look nice, but then again, why would I even bother. I had agreed to have a beer with my boss, nothing more, nothing less. I didn't need to put any effort into my appearance, because I wasn't going to try to impress him. But why did I actually want to?

I put down my makeup brush and stared at myself in the mirror. I had my eyebrows done, mascara and eyeliner on and a little bit of lipstick. Do I need more? I thought to myself while studying my own face. No, this is fine. It's only for a beer.

The clock started getting close to 6:30 pm and I started to get more nervous. I had switched between several outfits before finding one that was a little more sexy than my usual work attire. It was a pair of black shorts with a loose white shirt that had a type of V-neck and a pair of wedge sandals. Who was I kidding? I wanted to look good and a little cleavage never hurt anybody.

I grabbed my purse and car keys and headed out the door. I knew I would be there way to early, but just sitting around and waiting in my apartment was going to be torture for my nerves.

The bar wasn't as crowded as I had feared, but then again it was also a Thursday.

I walked towards the bar to find a place to sit, and low and behold there were two seats free right at the bar counter.

I sat down on one of the chairs and placed my purse on the other so no one could sit there. I looked around the room to observe the different kinds of people that were hanging around this bar.

Maybe this was a bad idea, I thought to myself as I got eye contact with some creepy looking men, sitting in one of the corners of the bar, having a conversation about something that looked like it would be gross to hear.

One of the men stood up from his seat and proceeded to walk towards me, smiling all creepily. My gut twisted and I started to shake a little. I was really scared of strangers, especially men, and especially creepy looking men. He was getting really close and I froze in my seat.

"Hey baby! What's a fine piece of ass doing at a bar all by herself?" he said with a smug on his face.

"I-I uhm.." I stuttered. I was so scared that I couldn't form a decent response.

"How about we get out of here, huh? You look like you could use a really good fucking," he said, leaning closer towards me.

"Ple-please leave m-me alone," I almost cried, tears starting to form in my eyes. His grin faded as he looked behind me.

"You heard her. Leave!" a deep voice growled behind me. I look back to see Alexander, looking a lot angrier than usual. The creepy man didn't budge, he just stared at Alexander and then back at me.

"Is this your boyfriend?" he asked irritatedly while pointing. I was still frozen, but managed to make a small nod while looking at the floor. While tsking, he leaves the bar counter and heads back to his friends.

Alexander moves my purse from the other chair and sits down, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you okay?" he asks while trying to make eye contact with me. What is it with those words when they come from him? I can feel the concern in his voice that I haven't felt in others when asking me the same. I didn't answer him with words. I just looked at him and nodded.

Alexander raised his hand to catch the bartender's attention so he could order something to drink.

"Two beers please," he requested and turned back to face me again.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I jus-"

"Don't worry about it."

Our small conversation got interrupted when the bartender sat down two pints of beer in front of us. I took a huge gulp of beer to calm my nerves. Who would have thought that I left my apartment early so my nerves wouldn't get the best of me, just to have them destroyed by a creepy man because I left early.

"We agreed to seven o'clock and I just happened to be here before you. Seriously, you don't need to apologize."

Alexander took a swig of his beer and looked back at me again.

"I mean it! If I had just been here ten minuets earlier this wouldn't have happened."

"You look good tonight," he beamed. "Not that you don't normally look good! It's just.. I really like your outfit! But it's a shame it isn't very professional," he smirked, taking another sip of his beer.

I slapped his arm, making him spill a little. "I know what I said about your clothes was rude, okay?" I acknowledged while trying to hide my smile because of his joke.

"It's okay, you're right. My clothes aren't very professional and I do need to buy some proper stuff. It would be an honor to have you as my guidance tho," he said while swirling his beer.

I chose to lower my guard because I actually felt really comfortable being around him at this point. "I would love that," I said while smiling at him.

We had been at the bar for about two hours, laughing and talking about random stuff. I had found out that Alexander had been in the military when he was 22 and that he was really passionate about music. That definitely explained the band T-shirts.

"No! Queen is definitely better than David Bowie!"

"Are you out of your mind!? 'The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars' is a fucking masterpiece of an album and beats everything that Queen has ever made!"

"Look. 'Innuendo' is literally so amazing! 'The show must go on'? What about 'I'm going slightly mad'?"

"If you want to talk about Queen albums, at least mention the best one! 'A Night At The Opera'? Don't you like 'Love of my life'?"

"I.. don't.." I turned my head to face my almost empty beer glass on the countertop. "That song reminds me of some dark times that i would rather forget."

I could feel Alexander's hand on my thigh. Normally, I would've smacked him across the head for doing that, but didn't feel like it. His hand was very warm and soft against my bare skin.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my head to look at him.

"It used to be one of my favorite songs because of the emotions that it packed.. But then my boyfriend left me a couple years ago and suddenly, the lyrics hit too close to home. And still does."

Alexander angled his eyebrows upwards. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, squeezing my thigh in a pitying way.

"I don't."

"Do you have any kids?" I asked, wanting to turn the conversation around.

"Do you want any?"

"And your wife is cool with that?"

"I can't have kids, and he wasn't very thrilled about that. I had told him in the beginning of our relationship and he told me then, that he didn't mind. Apparently he did." I swung back the rest of the warm beer and almost threw the glass back at the counter.

"I don't have one"

"You don't have a wife?"

"Not really."

"No. We got divorced about five years ago"

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to be so nosy." My face was turning red. It was probably a mix between the beer and the sheer awkwardness I had created.

I looked at Alexander, and to my surprise, he didn't seem bothered about my questions.

"It's getting late and I have work tomorrow," I stated as I fumbled with my purse, trying to find some money for the beers. I placed the money on the counter and stood up from the chair. I started walking out of the bar and Alexander walked right behind me.

We both walked towards the parking lot behind the bar to get to our cars.

"Will you text me when you get home? Just so I know you made it home safe?" Alexander asked while fiddling with his car keys. I wanted to make a sarcastic comment, but I could see on his face that he was dead serious about my safety.

"I don't have your number," I said.

"It's the same number that I called from earlier today," he smiled, still playing with his keys.

I smiled back and unlocked my car. "Sure."

I got in my car and drove off. Just like the day before, Alexander didn't get into his car before I had driven off.

When I came back to my apartment, I looked through my purse for my house keys. They weren't there.

Did I forget them at the bar? I checked my purse again until it hit me. I never took my keys with me. Only my car keys. Fuck!

My apartment door was that annoying kind that didn't need a key to lock it. It locks by itself. That meant that I was locked out of my apartment, and the landlord wasn't available until tomorrow morning.

What the fuck do I do now!? My pulse started to jump and I could feel myself getting lightheaded. I didn't have any family or friends that lived near by. They all lived around three hours away.

"Hello?"

"Hey Alexander. It's me."

Chapter three

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