#don’t eat anything fried or oily

[oneshortdamnfuse]

GI specialists will tell you that your chronic condition is treatable with diet and then give you the most impossible, flavorless and non-nutritious diet to follow and then act like this is Good News for their patients.

#gerd #silent reflux #ibs #cholecystitis #intestinal malrotation #don’t eat fat #don’t eat sugar #don’t eat dairy #don’t eat gluten #don’t eat 90% of fruits and veggies #don’t eat anything with spices on it #don’t eat anything fried or oily #don’t consume caffeine #eat multiple small meals a day #even though you have no energy to make them #this will cure you :) #🙄🙄🙄

[diejager]

how would the cod group react to someone who has medical conditions that affect them mildly but constantly throughout the day? Like, it’s very mild, but constantly there and noticeable

(Eds is a pain in the ass)

I don’t know what Ed was, but it gave me erectile dysfunction as a medical condition, or an eating disorder for mental disorder. I’m not sure which is which, so eh, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Parosmia Cw: I have no medical knowledge, this is all from google, mild medical condition, loss/distortion of smell and taste, triggering scents, tell me if I missed any.

You were transparent with your annoying condition, your documentation had it written down in medical conditions along with occasional tinnitus and sudden bouts of depression related to your distortion of scents. You’ve had some odours lose their potency, the fresh smell of cold aloe and cucumber dimming to a ghost of it’s freshness, and you’ve had scents that became too strong and nauseating, the usually delicious taste of steak became a nauseating rot and overpowering. 

Laswell had disclosed it to Price the day she showed him your file, letting him know that your nose might comprimiseyour operations if anything triggered it, but that, form experience from working with you, you knew how to deal with the disgust and urge to puke. She left him with out much convincing needed, because he’d seen you work once in a past mission in Siberia, a clandestine OP that had him sweating despite the freezing tempature and you hadn’t batted an eye at the attrocious rotting of dead elks and wolves near the base. He let the others know and reassured them that it wouldn’t compromise the mission if it were triggered. Gaz and Soap were more enthusiastic about having you, a little excited of having another teammate to act out with or to prank, and Ghost was more apprehensive and careful about introducing a new operation, but he’d turn around —eventually.

And he did, Ghost was the most careful around you, making sure that his musk and sweat was too strong to your nose, he watched out for any triggering odours and made sure to memorise all your triggers. He might not know how it felt, but he could only sympathise, trying his best to relieve your annoyance and stop anything from happening if he knew how to. It surprised Price how fast Ghost had opened up to you, to your snark and snide replies and heart-stopping grins. 

Fortunately, your parosmia was mild, a constant annoyance, but it was milder than the headaches Price had every night. He might not have as much time as the others to spend with you, but whenever he had the time, he would join your ragtag group for a drink in your room rather than the bar when he learned that the smell of oily and oversaturated fries and burgers had your head pulsing and throat clog up. He never brought up the need to go at a bar, he didn’t mind buying bottles and hide them in his office until the moment came for a night drink with his Task Force. 

Suprisingly, Gaz was understanding, quick to drop something to help you if you had a moment. Gaz would help you lean over the toilet seat, his hand running down your back in a soothing pattern, encouraging you to let it out and praising you for being strong. He helped you to your feet, knees weak and still a bit nauseous, and cleaned your face with a wet towel and handed you a cup to rinse your mouth before he lead you to your room, seated on your bed and helping you sleep it off. Gaz was a softer shoulder to lean on, confident in his care and unworried about being caught cuddling with you.

And Soap, oh ignorant Johnny, was confused at first, he made mistakes here and there, but he’s smart and resourceful. He might’ve been confused, but he made up for it, coming up with the weirdest and most amusing way to help you around base. He was as obnoxious about it as he was shamelessly showering you with affection, hanging off your shoulder and babbling your ears off while he wafted a scented near you that he learned was relaxing and comfortably soft for your olfactory nerves. 

They were surprisingly welcoming and went out of their way to make you comfortable in all and every form, you were honestly happy about it, even if you happened to annoy Ghost with your back talk as much as you did with Price, only encouraging and being encouraged by the younger men of the group.

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[depravitycentral]

Partnership

Yandere! Uvogin x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, theft, threats of violence, implied non-con, if your name is Stacy pretend it isn't, Stockholm Syndrome, brief mention of vomiting, Nobunaga is featured a bit in this but don't worry he doesn't want you, fem reader, MDNI

This is dedicated to @ramwrites, who is amazing and wonderful and offered to write me a welcome back gift, and I couldn't not give something back in return! Thanks for letting me write this for you; your writing is so good and makes me all giggly and inspired. For those interested, please check out her Shalnark piece - I haven't read it yet, but I'm sure it's just as good as everything else Ram produces.

WC: 10K

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy! 

“So you went and got yourself kidnapped, huh?” Uvogin asks, cocking a brow at you.

               You, who’s tied to a metal chair, gagged and blindfolded, very clearly having no fucking clue what is going on.

               You squirm, sitting up straight at the sound of a new, unfamiliar voice. Your cute little sleeping shorts had ridden up a bit, exposing more of your thigh than you were probably comfortable with, and Uvo notices with a distant sense of enjoyment that the thin nightshirt you’re sporting is doing very little to hide the way the cold air is affecting your chest.

               You’re weak, really; a pathetic little thing that has him scoffing and crossing his arms.

               “Listen up, I’m only gonna tell you this once. A friend of yours – Stacy, was it? Anyway, this friend of yours got herself noticed by the wrong type of guy.” He starts, plopping down and sitting in his own identical metal chair, just without the restraints.

               You stop struggling when he mentions her name, and he takes this as a sign to continue.

               “See, Nobuanga’s not a bad guy. He’s a little rough around the edges, sure, but any guy who isn’t is hardly worth knowing.” He chuckles at his own assessment of his closest friend, though you don’t seem to share the sentiment. “Stacy works at that shitty little restaurant he loves – the one with the sticky, greasy booths and the fries that come drenched with salt and are so limp they literally drip oil.”

               He shivers at the mere memory, the hamburger he’d ordered barely worth eating.

               “Don’t know what she did, exactly, but somehow he’s smitten – she’s got him all fucked up, ranting and raving about how beautiful she is and how she smiles at him all the time and flirts with him on the clock. Real annoying, if you ask me.” He sighs heavily, letting his thumb sit at his chin as he loses himself in the story of his best friend falling in love – with your best friend, no less.

               “And then she quit her job, I’m sure you know. Started working up at that movie theater – more shitty, oily food, just popcorn instead of fries this time.” He laughs again. “Nobunaga went crazy over that, you know, thinking that maybe she wanted to work in a more intimate setting like that so that he could sneak her off into some abandoned theater and get some one-on-one quality time, if you know what I mean.”

               You grimace, at both the implications of his last statement and the mention of Stacy quitting. You know exactly why she’d quit – it was the whole reason you’d been staying at her place, really. She was convinced she had a stalker, that there was this crazy man who used to bother her at the diner and follow her home. It’d scared her, obviously, and she’d requested – with a guilty look and fiddling thumbs – if you’d be willing to spend the next few nights are her place with her, because maybe if there was more than one person home he wouldn’t get gutsy and break in. Of course you’d agreed, believing her fully and not wanting to leave her alone to deal with this crazed freak.

               Although now, you’re starting to regret that decision just a bit.

               “As I’m sure you know, it didn’t change much. Pretty stupid, to be honest – if a stalker’s that dedicated, how the hell is a change of occupation going to change anything? Chick’s pretty dumb, if you ask me.” He shrugs, and although you can’t see it through your blindfold, you’re sure his face is awfully apathetic about the whole situation. “She was ignoring him, refusing to serve him at the theater, reporting him to her manager, even calling the police and getting a description of him circulating. She was going to get a restraining order against him, even – again, like that’d do shit.”

               He snorts, and you bite into the gag harder.

               Sighing, he looks up at the ceiling. “See, that’s the thing about Nobunaga. He might seem a little lazy sometimes, but he’s got a heart of gold when it comes to the ones he cares about. He’d do anything for that woman – steal for her, kill for her, anything at all. He’s a sap, totally obsessed with the chick, but it’s kind of sweet in a way, I guess. Means he really cares about her. Isn’t that funny? Her stalker really is in love with her.”

               You don’t find it particularly funny, but you can’t say much.

               “Anyways, the police finally got a sighting of him last night. Went through the system pretty fast – I’m a little impressed, to be honest. Normally takes those bastards much longer to process things. Regardless, a few too many sirens were going last night, even a few cars parked outside the apartment he’s been squatting in, yelling his name in those big, gaudy megaphones of theirs. Caused a real stir, and sent the guy into a panic.”

               He takes a moment to breath, tapping his foot lightly on the ground. “So what does he do? He calls me, in the middle of the night, talking so fast that I can’t even understand the guy. All I’m hearing is Stacy this, Stacy that, police and blah blah blah recognized. I had to force the words out of him before it made any sense, the idiot.” That same laugh rattles in your ears.

               “Eventually I got him to be coherent, and he told me that he had to ‘make his move’, whatever the hell that meant. Said he couldn’t wait anymore, that he had to take Stacy and run – the police were coming, and even though it’s not hard to take out a couple of poorly trained guys, it’s still a pain in the ass and Shizuku’s not here to clean up his mess.

               “Anyways, he starts begging me – literally, actually pleading with me, imagine that – to come and help him out. He told me there’s this other chick at her place – some girl she’s been keeping around for some unknown reason, and he needs someone to take care of the body.” Your blood goes cold, fear suddenly creeping back up your throat.

               Was he going to kill you? Why was he bothering to tell you all this if he was just planning on slicing open your neck? Did he find some sick pleasure in prolonging your death?

               He notices your discomfort, it seems, because soon he’s rolling his eyes, scoffing at you. “Calm down. You’re such a bad actor – can’t even see your face, really, and I know you’re scared shitless now. I’m not going to kill you, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

               You calm slightly, but not much.

               “As I was saying, there’s this girl he needs me to take care of – a quick death, nothing too flashy, which makes me immediately ask why the hell he’d request me of all people, when every time I kill it’s messy. It’s kind of my trademark, you know?”

               You didn’t, and you hoped it’d stay that way.

               He sighs again. “Anyways, I head on over to Stacy’s apartment, meeting Nobunaga outside and listening to him run down the plan. He’s going to run inside and knock her out, pulling her out of bed and running off to God knows where he’s got all set up for the two of them. And while he’s busy doing that, I’m supposed to head in and eliminate the friend. Seemed easy enough, if not a bit tedious, so I agree and we head inside, keeping mind of the sirens still in the distance.

               “Everything’s going smoothly, except once we get the front door open, it becomes very clear that Nobunaga was stupid and panicked and didn’t bother to doublecheck if Stacy was actually asleep.” He pauses to sigh dramatically, like it’s some big annoyance. “She’s fully awake, standing about ten feet away from the door, and then she starts fucking screaming.”

               You remember that bit – the screaming, that is, because it had woken you up from your slumber on Stacy’s couch. Everything is still blurry after that, disorientation fogging your brain from being so abruptly woken up.

               “She’s yelling and screeching, and if Nobunaga hadn’t been there I probably would’ve killed her myself just to get her to shut the fuck up. She’s got one of those high, shrill, shrieky voices, you know? The kind that really drive me up the wall - it’s damn annoying.” He pauses, looking at you skeptically. “Hope you haven’t got one of those, things’ll get messy real quick if you do.”

               You hope you don’t, either.

               “He rushes forward and tries to grab her, but she swats at him and, get this, manages to punch him in the dick.” He laughs aloud at that, slapping his knee and throwing his head back. “This weak-ass girl manages to get him on the ground flat, stupid ass’s hands clutching at his dick, and what does she do in the meantime? She runs over to the couch, grabbing this girl and staring back at me like I’m some monster.”

               You make a noise through the gag, but Uvogin ignores it.

               “I’ve gotta hand it to Stacy, though, she’s got guts. She starts yellin’ at us about how she won’t let us kill the girl, how she’ll kill herself before she lets us get our hands on her, and immediately Nobunaga crumbles. I don’t know why the idiot didn’t think of the possibility earlier, but he totally freezes up when she threatens that, just gaping like a fish. It was pretty awkward for me, to be honest, because watching him get so thoroughly rejected was giving me serious second hand embarrassment. I mean, the chick literally said she’d rather kill herself than let Nobuanga take her – pretty harsh if you ask me.”

               He looks back at your covered face, letting his gaze linger on the edges of the blindfold. “So he panics and gives into her demand, telling her he won’t kill her friend – says that he’ll just take her too, so that way everyone’s happy.”

               He frowns a bit at you, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, everyone except you, probably. And except Stacy, too, probably. And except me. So really, Nobunaga’s the only happy one.”

               Your face would sour if it was able to.

               “Anyways, it wasn’t hard to knock them both out and bring ‘em to their respective holding places. I’ve got no clue where the hell Nobunaga’s keeping his chick, but I’m sure you’ve figured out that you’re Stacy’s little friend.”

               You nod, slowly, the movement limited by your restraints. Your wrists have gone numb and your ankles feel bruised and sore, the ropes keeping them pinned the legs of the chair making blood flow difficult.

               “So, what to do with you now.” His voice is wistful, like he’s actually contemplating, and that same familiar fear washes over you again.

               He groans, the chair skidding out behind him as he stands to his full height. “Would you quit it with the fear? I already told you I’m not killing you, are you even listening to me?”

               You nod again, faster this time.

               Uvogin sighs, shuffling forward towards you. You can hear him approaching, and although your shoulders stiffen up, you try not to look as terrified as you feel. It doesn’t seem to work all that well, but he spares you another comment about it.

               Soon the blindfold is ripped off your head, leaving your hair messy and out of place, your eyes squinting and blinking rapidly to adjust to the rather bright white light hanging over you and what you can now see is an absolute behemoth of a man.

               He’s fucking huge – towering over you in every sense of the word, muscles practically bulging out of his body with how defined and massive they are. Black hairs cover every inch of his body you can see, even his arms and especially the bits of chest peeking out of his white top. Ragged, unruly hair sweeps down to his shoulders, making the muscles of his neck look even firmer, and you gulp. Any chance of escaping has basically left you now – there’s no way in hell you could ever beat that, especially if he’d already managed to kidnap you once.

               He clears his throat and your gaze is brought up to his face, a small, strange wave of embarrassment flooding through you as you realize you’ve been caught staring. He’s smirking, though, and you take in the sharp line of his jaw, the thick, dark eyebrows that frame equally dark eyes. He’s attractive, in a strange, rugged sort of way, and you immediately feel sick at the thought.

               “You like what you’re seein’?” He teases, and you immediately look away, still unable to reply with the gag covering your mouth.

               He laughs, and sets his hands on his lips. “Well, looks like you’re stuck with me. Before you freak out, I can’t kill you because that damn Stacy really seems to care about you, and she’s told Nobunaga she’ll kill herself if she doesn’t get regular proof that you’re still alive.”

               A flame of hope ignites in your chest, and internally you thank Stacy, even if this whole situation is less than ideal.

               He seems to sense your sudden upturn in mood, chuckling with a condescending lilt. “Oh no, princess, that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go. No, you’ve gotta stay put, because now that you know what I look like, you’ll go to the cops and report me as fast as those little legs of yours can manage.”

               You shake your head at that, eyes glistening with tears as he shuts down your last hope of escaping. Please, you internally beg him, hoping he’ll somehow be able to sense this too. I won’t, I promise!

               His gaze narrows at you, before that same smirk is back. “I’m sure if you could talk you’d be telling me how you’ll never tell a soul, but you and I both know that’s bullshit. So I’ll save us both some time and keep you here, so that I don’t have to track you down again and lock you back up once you’ve just gotten free.”

               You visibly deflate, and if Uvogin had been a kinder man, he would’ve almost felt bad for you. But instead, he just hums, crouching down in front of you. Even squatting he’s still taller than you, and it does nothing to make you feel less scared.

               “Now listen up, here are the rules. I’m a pretty nice guy, all things considered, so don’t break my rules and I won’t break your bones.”

               Your eyes get wide, but you nod along. He smiles, patting your knee.

               “That’s good, see? You’re already doing better than that Stacy girl, at least you’re not fighting me every step of the way.” Something about his statement makes guilt eat away at your chest – are you supposed to be fighting more? There doesn’t really seem to be a point – this man is massive, and you’re all bound and unable to move. You’re doing the best you can, right?

               “First,” He holds up a finger, “don’t even bother trying to escape. I’m bigger than you, faster than you, stronger than you, and smarter than you. There’s nothing you can try that I won’t see through, and you’ll end up regretting it more than you can imagine.

               “Second, no trying to hurt yourself. Nobunaga will kill me if I let you die, and it’d be a pain to deal with him.” He fixes you a stern look, and you nod.

               “Third, don’t go digging through my shit. I’m doing my buddy a favor by keeping you here, and if I find you snooping around… He didn’t say anything about roughing you up a bit, and it might be good for Stacy to see you with some bruises or a cast or two.” His threat doesn’t go unheard, and you nod again, throat bobbing as you swallow.

               He stares at you for a moment more, gaze calculating and judging whether you’ve really accepted his conditions, before strong fingers come up to untie the knot keeping your gag in place.

               “Don’t you scream, I’ll have to shut you up if you do.” He warns, before pulling the fabric away. Immediately you’re flexing your jaw, the muscle aching as you move it, and he watches with a neutral expression. You’re still tied up, unable to move really, and Uvogin gets a fleeting thought of how pitiful you look.

               “Um,” You start, your voice a bit hoarse from being so dry and unused for the last few hours. “What’s your name?”

               He blinks, before laughing a bit. “Of all the questions you could’ve asked, all the things you could’ve said and done as soon as you woke up from learning you’ve been kidnapped, and that’s what you chose? Shit, you wouldn’t survive in the wild, would you?”

               Shame creeps up your neck at his belittlement, but before you can defend yourself he’s answering. “It’s Uvogin.”

               You nod, not willing to look at him. It’s silent for a few moments, before he sighs again and reaches forward to untie the rope shackling your ankles and wrists. As soon as you’re free, you try to stretch out your limbs, keeping a weary eye on the man – Uvogin.

               What a stupid name.

               “Well, the fact that you’re not screaming your head off is a promising sign. Get up, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.” He orders, already taking off towards the door in the corner of the small room. You try to follow him, but your legs aren’t moving right, and it takes you a while to make your way over there. He looks irritated at your lack of speed, but says nothing, only holding open the door until you make your way through.

               You’re led down into a rather sparse apartment, only furnished with a single gray couch against one wall (with a few stains on it that make you wince a bit), a TV and some cabinets, a wooden table and two chairs, and a beat-up fridge in the adjoining kitchen. Everything’s clean, but the space lacks any sort of personality, and it makes you uncomfortable.

               “That’s your bed, extra blankets are in the closet. If you need anything tell me, and I might snag it for you next time I’m out on a job.” Something about the way he says ‘snag’ makes you nervous, so you just mutter a small affirmation.

               He gives you one last glance over, his eyes once again lingering on your chest, before stepping through the doorway.

               “Wait, Uvogin!” Your voice, a bit wobbly and unsure, makes him turn back, his brow cocked and curiosity dancing on his features. (And a bit of surprise, too, because he hadn’t expected you to say anything to him, or even use his name. Maybe you weren’t as skittish and weak as you seemed – though, he doubted that.)

               “Um, is it possible for me to see Stacy soon?” You asked, voice growing smaller with every word. He blinks, before standing up a bit straighter.

               “Actually, you’re in luck. Nobunaga called me about an hour ago and let me know we’re meeting up in a few days – he said it would be good for Stacy to have a ‘playdate’ with you. Whatever the fuck that means.” Uvogin shrugs, looking entirely uninterested, and you bristle at Nobunaga’s choice of words. Poor Stacy.

               Excitement brews in your chest; at least you’ll have a familiar face, and hopefully the stranger hasn’t done anything too terrible to your friend. Nodding, you glance back to the floor, wishing the hulking man staring at you would just leave. He does, a few moments later, and only then do you allow yourself to slump onto the bed he’s assigned you. The bedroom is bare like the rest of the home, with a twin bed set in the corner and a small set of drawers sitting nearby. It makes you laugh humorlessly – were you supposed to fill that chest? With what? You hadn’t brought anything with you, and you seriously doubted Uvogin would let you return home to grab some of your clothes.

               Sighing, you sat onto the bed, the mattress firm under you. Distantly, some part of you was pleased – at least the bed would be comfortable enough.

               Time passes slowly as you sit on the bed – not your bed, not yet. You stare at the wall ahead of you, the fear slowly seeping out of your system until only exhaustion remains. Sleep eventually takes over, and although you try to fight it, you’re slipping into a dreamless slumber before long.

               Uvogin’s tolerable, you’ve found. He’s certainly not nice, nor is he an especially great person to be around, but he could be much worse, you suppose. He’s fed you twice daily for however long you’ve been stuck here (it feels like a week, so you’re assuming it is, if only to stave off any self-doubt that’s creeping into the corners of your mind), and the food’s not terrible. It’s clearly takeout, the packaging sometimes even having Chinese characters on it or restaurant logos, and you’ve been mostly satisfied with his choices so far. He’ll sometimes ask you what you want, and while you were too scared to answer the first few times (which only makes him scowl and roll his eyes, muttering a small damn, Nobunaga owes me one), eventually you’d felt safe enough to be honest.

               He hasn’t hurt you, either. At least, not yet. You’re aware he could, if he wanted to – those muscles make it hard to forget, and you’d seen him crush his phone in his hand like a bug when a phone call with someone named Franklinwent poorly.

               He’s scary, still, but you’ve reached the point now where you aren’t practically hyperventilating every time he enters the room. You still keep him in your field of vision, weary for any sudden changes in his behavior, but every day that passes has you growing more complacent with your position. The constant threat of Stacy potentially facing consequences for your actions doesn’t deter you from being on your best behavior, either.

               Besides, sometimes he’s even a little bit funny – not that you’d ever laugh at his jokes, but he has this weird sense of humor that you think you’d like, if the situation had been different. If you’d met him on the street you definitely would’ve tried to cross to the other side, but you would’ve found him oddly charming, his snide remarks and cocky air a bit entertaining.

               You try not to think about that, though, because the mere presence of these thoughts means the Stockholm Syndrome is starting to kick in. And while you aren’t the most resilient person on the planet, even you have to admit it’s a bit early for that.

               Sighing, you take another bite of the curry he’d brought you, pleasantly surprised that the spice level was perfect. Uvogin didn’t have many rules, it was true, but he did have a few unspoken ones – one of which being that meals, particularly take-out meals, were to be eaten at the small, rickety table. Together, which wasn’t ideal.

               “I’ve gotta make sure you don’t try to starve yourself or choke.” He’d told you the first time, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you into the seat across from his, the noodles sitting in front of you still packaged neatly in their container. At first you’d been nervous he would try to poison you, but eventually hunger got the best of you and you were slurping the noodles down, still keeping a nervous eye on the hulking man in front of you.

               “So, big news.” He starts, taking a bite out of his chicken. He always took big bites, you’d noticed, but he ordered enough food that even if his pace was twice as fast as yours, he never finished before you.

               You glance up at him, trying not to let toomuch curiosity show on your face, but he seems to realize anyway.

               “I know you haven’t been up to much, but don’t make your excitement so obvious. Hurts my feelings to know you think I’m so boring.” He’s joking, you think, and to sate him you attempt to smile.

               “Nobunaga called me again this morning; today’s the day.”

               You practically choke on your food, eyes blowing wide and your hands beginning to shake. Finally, finally you’d be able to see Stacy – you’d been worried sick about her the last week or so, terrified that her transition to the life of being a captive hadn’t gone as smoothly as your own. (You snorted bitterly at that – smooth probably wasn’t the best word for how you’d been feeling, but at least you hadn’t been hit yet, or assaulted or any number of things. Hopefully Nobunaga wasn’t any worse of a person than your own captor.)

               Uvogin is watching you, you realize, with a strange look in his eye. As soon as you glance up at him you look away again, clearing your throat and trying to keep your voice even as you ask, “That’s good, it’ll be nice to see her again.”

               It’s silent for a moment, before his booming laugh makes you wince a bit. “Yeah, I’m sure you are. Finish up, I don’t like wasting food. Once you’re done we’ll head out - try to not to choke.”

               He says that right as you start shoveling the food into your mouth, hoping that eating quicker will mean you can see Stacy quicker. He chuckles at you, but you follow his orders and slow down a bit. He throws you one more glance, that cocky smile on his lips, before digging into his own food again.

               He’s eating a bit faster than normal, too, you notice.

               He apologizes with an insincere tone as he ties the blindfold back on you (he’d told you that you can’t know where you are just in case you decide to get rebellious and run away), and soon you’re stuffed into a car. Everything’s hard to keep track of when you can’t see, but Uvogin’s talking (like normal), so you try to tune into the sound of his voice to help the time pass.

               “Now listen, you might not wanna touch her too much, Nobunaga’s a bit…” He trails off, and you can hear his hand tightening on the steering wheel. “Possessive. You’re her friend and all, and I’m sure he won’t hurt you, especially not in front of her, but be careful.”

               You nod, absentmindedly.

               “Also, don’t be too surprised if she doesn’t look the way she used to. He was always going on about how she was dressed too inappropriately in her day-to-day life, so she might be a little underdressed.”

               He’d hesitated to say underdressed, and you tried not to think about what that could mean.

               It’s quiet for a few moments, and you shift in the car seat. He’d let you sit in the front, an unexpected luxury, but you didn’t like that he could see you while you couldn’t see him. He wouldn’t hurt you, you were mostly confident of that now, but who knew what he had planned.

               “We’re almost there. If things go badly, I’ll get you out of there. You’re pretty damn weak, a broken bone would probably take a few weeks for you to heal. I don’t want to deal with you being injured, and I’m sure you don’t, either.”

               Your lips must’ve given away your fear, because a moment later he’s sighing. “Did you know that you practically reek your emotions? I feel like I can smell ‘em, even when I can’t even see half your damn face.”

               You don’t have anything to say to that, but you force yourself to speak anyway, not wanting to dignify his last comment. “Do you think – well, do you think Nobunaga will want to hurt me?”

               Uvogin ponders your question for a moment, surprised that you’d spoken up. You hadn’t done much talking in the time he’d had you – he was sure it was because you were scared, but it was nice to hear you talking to him like you weren’t scared shitless of him. Even if you had every reason to be so terrified.

               “Honestly, probably. Especially if you touch her.”

               You suck in a breath, and Uvogin hums. “But it’s not going to happen.”

               “What do you mean?”

               You could practically hear his toothy grin.

               “It’s my job to protect you, right? So I will. Even if the one you need protecting from is the same guy who wants you to be protected.”

               Something in his tone gives you the impression he means those words more than he’s letting on, and you shiver as you imagine just who this Nobunaga guy could possibly be.

               “Oh my god, oh my god – you’re alive! Thank god!” Stacy sobs, arms wrapping around you like a vice before you can even respond. You clutch her back just as tightly, burying your face into her brown curls, a few tears pricking at your eyes. You’d been nervous that Nobunaga would’ve hurt her, with the way Uvogin was describing him, but after a thorough look-over, you find no bruises or marks marring her olive skin.

               Eventually she pulls back, but keeps her hands firmly grasping your shoulders. Her eyes are red with tears, and her lower lip is wobbling. She’s not hurt, but she looks bad – there’s heavy bags under eyes and her hair is frazzled, her lips look swollen and she’s clutching onto you hard. Really hard.

               “Stacy, are you hurt?” You ask, letting your hands cup her cheeks. You see Nobunaga – who Uvogin had pointed out with a small that’s the guy when you’d walked in – stiffen up at that, and Uvogin’s warning flashes through your mind. You might not want to touch her. Right.

               Stacy glances over at her captor, and you follow her gaze, only to see Uvogin give you a small nod and drag his friend out the door by the collar of his purple kimono, calling over his shoulder that they’ll be back in exactly five minutes, and that they’ll know if you try to escape.

               As soon as the door closes, Stacy pulls you in for another hug, the words flying out of her mouth so quickly you can barely understand her. “He’s – Nobunaga, he’s horrible. He never leaves me alone, and he treats me like I’m some incompetent little baby, and he’s always touching me and I just – I can’t –“

               You cut her off by pressing her face into your neck again, rubbing the back of her head and letting her cry. You’re crying too, now, but your tears fall silently compared to her sobbing.

               You don’t say much, because what can you say? It would be a lie to tell her that everything’s going to be okay, and every other reassurance that dances on the tip of your tongue just feels wrong, like you’d be pointedly lying to her. Instead, you let her get it out, her grip on you never loosening. You’d known Nobunaga had been the root of all her anxieties the last few months, long before he’d gotten the gall to kidnap her. And while you were happy that she wasn’t hurt, it still pained you to see her like this.

               Eventually she’d calmed down, and you feel her pull back and wipe at her sniffling nose. “I’m so sorry.” She whispers to you, looking like she’s on the verge of crying again. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this mess, I should’ve just gone quietly and left you alone. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay with me for a few weeks, now you’re really stuck with that monster.”

               You don’t tell her that it’s okay, because it’s not. Some part of you is still bitter and resentful towards her for involving you, because she’s right. You could be still living your life if she hadn’t requested you to help deter her stalker from making a move. But despite your anger, you can’t find it in yourself to hate her. Not when she’s like this – not when she’s probably experiencing something even worse than you.

               “It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is that we’re both alive, and we’re both okay. Or, at least, okay as we can be, given the situation.” You tell her, smiling softly. She blinks at you, eyes wide and vulnerable, before nodding and swallowing.

               “Yeah, I was worried that you wouldn’t be, with the way Nobunaga was talking about Uvogin.” Her voice was hoarse still, and you laughed humorlessly at that.

               “Yeah, well, he hasn’t hurt me yet, so I think I’ll be okay. He mostly just ignores me, honestly, so I guess I’m lucky.” Your attempt at optimism doesn’t make Stacy smile like you’d hoped. Rather, her lips pull into a frown and her eyebrows furrow.

               “He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense.”

               You expression mirrors hers. “What? I mean, the only reason I got kidnapped too was insurance so that you wouldn’t kill yourself –“

               Stacy’s face morphs into one of horror, and her grip on your shoulders goes slack.

               Quickly you’re backpedaling, worried the mention of her self-imposed death might’ve triggered something you wanted to avoid. “I’m not saying it’s your fault, I totally understand why you –“

               “Alright, time’s up.” Nobunaga’s voice interrupts, and knuckly hands are suddenly on your shoulders, pushing you aside so that Nobunaga can stand in front of Stacy. You stumble back, falling backwards against Uvogin’s hard chest, immediately standing up straight.

               Nobunaga’s cupping Stacy’s chin, and you can see from this angle the way he smiles, a slight pink color flooding his cheeks. It makes you sick, and the pained look on Stacy’s face only makes your gut sink more. She’s looking at you still, and something about the way her brows are cocked inward that makes you feel like she’s almost pitying you.  

               “Did you miss me, baby?” Nobunaga’s cooing down at her, and it makes your skin crawl. Uvogin sighs from behind you and grabs your wrist, dragging you out of the room. His grip is surprisingly gentle, and as you watch Stacy slowly fade from your view, you can’t help but be slightly grateful that at least your captor isn’t leaning down for a kiss like hers.

               The car ride home is mostly quiet, and it’s not until you’re nearing the end of your time in the vehicle that Uvogin breaks the silence.

               “So, what did you talk about while we were gone? Girly shit?” You think he’s attempting a joke, but you can’t even pretend to laugh at it.

               “She’s not happy.” You comment, voice slightly flat, and Uvogin snorts at your words.

               “Of course she’s not happy, she’s just been kidnapped. And by her stalker, no less – would anyone be happy? Hell, are you happy?” He asks you, and you blanch at his question. Somehow, though, it feels like some sort of trap, so you stay quiet.

               He doesn’t say anything more until he’s pulling you out of the car, your footsteps hesitant and clumsy because he’d put that damn blindfold on you again. He guides you up to the apartment, and soon you’re standing in the living room area, the fabric falling from your eyes.

               “I’ve got some errands to run today, so I’ll be gone for a while. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He asks, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. You’re a bit touched that he’s offering to get you something, but you try not to focus on it. Of course you’re feeling grateful for him – he may be holding you captive, yes, but at least he hasn’t tried to kiss you or touch you. Poor Stacy didn’t share your luck.

               “Um, maybe some chips? I don’t care what flavor, just something crunchy…” You trail off, looking at him nervously. You’d never requested anything before, and some part of you is convinced he’d only asked you the question to laugh in your face and deny you.

               He cracks a smile and nods, hand already on the doorknob. “Okay. Okay, but you’d better be prepared to share, because I happen to be a big chip fan myself. So don’t get greedy, yeah?”

               You half-smile, rubbing at your arm. “Yeah, I won’t be.”

               He steps out the door, and once again the apartment is silent, his presence gone and all movement within the room gone, too.

               The TV won’t work for you, you know that, but you’re still trying to get it to behave. Uvogin had to type in some password every time he turned it on, and it was too long and encoded for you to ever be able to decipher it. Still, you were clicking the power button of the remote over and over, hoping against hope that it would somehow short circuit and bypass that password screen. When it didn’t, you only sighed, rising to your feet and wandering towards the monitor.

               Uvogin, you’d learned, was surprisingly meticulous – surprisingly organized, really. Meaning there was a chance he’d written down the password to the TV and had it stored somewhere. He’d only been gone for about a half hour, if the clock was any indication, and you had a lot of time to kill before he returned home. Not that he was your only source of entertainment – though, you’d read the single book he owned three times already.

               Your knees crack as you kneel down in front of the cupboard the TV was sitting on, the wooden doors creaking as they open. The shelves are mostly empty – a few older remotes, and a cable channel guide.

               Frustrated, you huff and let your shoulders slump, trying to decide what to do next. The TV obviously wasn’t planning on cooperating, though there was a cupboard right next to the one you’re searching through that could potentially hold the answer.

               Uvogin’s rules distantly float through your mind, his gruff voice replaying in perfect clarity. Third, don’t go digging through my shit. Glancing back up the clock, you bite your lip. You had time, because while he was massive and huge and scary, there was no way he could get all his errands done in just thirty minutes.

               With a deep breath, you move over to the other cabinet, letting your fingers curl around the knob. The doors don’t creak when they open, and immediately you’re scanning the shelves. These ones are full – with boxes, each labeled with a date on them. Cocking a brow, you examine the dates. January 4th – January 25th, April 29th – May 7th, and so on.

               Intrigued, you slowly slide out one of the boxes, noticing not a single bit of dust is sitting on the cover. He must use this cabinet much more often than the one you’d been searching through previously, as a thick layer of dust had sprung up in your face the moment you opened the cabinet door.

               The box itself is light, but you still set it down in front of you, your fingers delicate and careful, too worried that you’ll break something if you press too hard. And then Uvogin would know, surely, especially if he truly used this cabinet that often.

               Slowly, you take off the box’s cover, and immediately your brows are scrunching together. What the hell?

               When you’d imagined the kind of ‘shit’ Uvogin didn’t want you to snoop through, you hadn’t pegged it to be this. Whatever this was, that is.

               It looked like a box full of receipts – tons of pieces of paper, all in weird sizes or shapes that looked like they were ripped out of some sort of notebook. The handwriting is messy, the letters all crammed together and difficult to decipher. You pick the paper on top up, turning it this way and that, trying to read the text.

               Her: Sorry, I know it’s late, but I need to ask you a quick question.

               Them: Yeah? What’s up?

               Her: Do you think he’s alright? Chris, I mean – he hasn’t called me back for a few days, and I’m worried about him.

               Them: You know Chris, it always takes him a while to respond. I wouldn’t worry, he’s just unpredictable.

               Her: Yeah, I guess…

               [6 second pause]

               Them: Go to sleep, it’s late. You’ve got work in the morning, right?

               Her: Yeah, I do. Okay, okay, I’m getting into bed now. Goodnight.

               Them: Goodnight, call me when you hear back from him.

               Her: Okay.

               What was this? The ambiguity of it all confused you – who was her? Them? Chris?

               You furrowed your brows, confusion sitting in your gut alongside a strange feeling. The hairs at the back of your neck prickled up, and a small pang of unease bolted through you.

               Setting the piece of paper back into the bin, you picked up another one. This one was shorter, more to the point.

               Her: Are we still on for Friday night?

               Them: Yeah! Freddy’s, nine o’clock sharp. I’m buying, remember.

               Her: You always say that, and you always get too shit faced to pay. Liar!

               Them: Hey, I just know how to have fun! You could learn how to do that, you know.

               Her: Yeah yeah, okay, I’ll see you later.

               Your fingers are shaking as you finish reading the small, triangular slip of paper. Your lips are slightly parted, brows still crunched together. Something about the interaction between Her and Them felt oddly familiar – like something you’d heard before.

               And the mention of Freddy’s. That’d been the name of a bar you frequented often with your friends, back before everything had gone to shit with Stacy.

               Unnerved, you set the piece of paper back in the box and slide the box into its place on the shelf, running your eyes back over the listed date. August 28th – September 16th. One of your best friend’s birthdays was in that range.

               Wiping your palms on your thighs, you try to calm the pounding of your heart. Something feels off, wrong in a way you can’t quite place. Surely, Freddy’s is a common enough name; it doesn’t necessarily mean your favorite bar. Plus, even if it does mean that particular bar, who knew who these people were. You surely don’t - who the hell is Chris?

               Wanting to put some distance between you and the cabinet, you get to your feet again and close it, wandering away into the little hallway connecting the living space, bathroom and two bedrooms. Cupping some water in your hands from the bathroom sink, you splash your face, letting the cold wash over your skin. Closing your eyes, you try to calm down. It doesn’t mean anything – how could it? You’re probably just all shaken up after seeing Stacy and her freaky captor. Nobunaga disturbed you, you can’t deny it.

               Sighing, you open your eyes, wiping your face with your towel. (Uvogin had been kind enough to give you one designated as your own, saving you from the horrible fate of having you dry your body with a towel that he’d already used.) Though you notice with a small start that the towel is wet, despite you not having showered recently. Odd.

               As you turn to leave the room, you notice a shirt sitting piled up in the corner. It was black, and surely not your own – holding it up, it looked big enough to dwarf you. Must be Uvogin’s, then.

               His bedroom is across from your own, and while you haven’t been inside it yet, it feels wrong to just leave his shirt on the floor, where it could get dirty and maybe even moldy. Besides, doing a little cleaning would keep you occupied – both from boredom, and from contemplating those weird slips of paper further.

               You slowly open the door, immediately getting hit with a wave of musk. Uvogin normally smelled decent, but the scent in here is strong enough to make you wince a bit, the overwhelming stench of sweat, mint, and male making you a bit nauseous. To your surprise, the room is spotless – a very, very large bed sits floated in the middle, a navy and black flannel comforter covering the top while a few large, puffy pillows sit at attention at the head. A few pairs of boots are lined up in the corner, and a single picture looks to be taped up on the wall above them. Curiously, you step forward, moving towards the photo.

               Uvogin had told you very little about himself – only that he worked as a contractor, of sorts, and that he didn’t have too many friends, so you wouldn’t have to worry about visitors. But now that you’re looking at the photo, you’re wondering if maybe that last statement hadn’t been so true – the photo is of a dozen or so people, all posing for the camera with various degrees of a smile on their face. Uvogin’s in the back, on the left side, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a shorter blond man, his blue eyes in a wink and holding up his thumb. Uvogin’s smiling, and as you scan the photo, you stop when you hit Nobunaga, who’s seated in the front row next to a woman with big glasses and a modified cross necklace. Everyone looks happy, and briefly you wonder whether Uvogin considers these people friends. He must, if Nobunaga’s present – an odd sort of satisfaction worms its way into your chest at the thought. You don’t like Uvogin, surely not – but still, everyone needs friends, right? Even kidnappers.

               God, you really are starting to develop Stockholm Syndrome.

               Shaking your head to try and clear the thoughts, you approach his closet and snag a hanger, trying to hang up the shirt you’re holding in your arms. The thing is tall, and as you try to get the hanger’s hook to wrap over the metal bar, your eyes fall to the side, noticing something out of the corner of your vision.

               It’s a soft pink, and you cock a brow. Uvogin? Owning something pink?

               Eventually, and with a soft grunt, you get the hanger to successfully sit onto the bar, and immediately you’re investigating the pink thing. This goes directly against his rules, you know – you’re quite literally snooping, but hopefully he’d still be out for longer. Besides, even if he comes back, you could just tell him you’re putting away his shirt, and maybe he wouldn’t call you on your half-lie.

               Whatever the thing is, it’s wedged pretty far back in the closet – you’d only managed to catch a brief glimpse of it, and for good reason. There’s a storage container in the back of the closet, an organizer of sorts with some compartments that all seem to be stuffed full. It’s hard to see, the overhead light dim to begin with and not penetrating too deeply into the dark closet, but you’re able to fish out the pink fabric soon enough.

               It's lace, you realize, your curiosity only doubling. That same pin-prickly feeling is back, and as you slowly flatten out the cloth, your breath catches.

               It’s a thong. Pink and lacy, with a bow decorating the back, right over the tailbone.

               But more than that, the thong looks familiar. There’s a thread pulled on the front right side, and a stain on the fabric at the very bottom, looking awfully similar to the color your own discharge makes once it’s been washed.

               Your fingers are shaking again, and you stumble back a bit, the back of your knees catching onto the bed so that you fall back and land on your ass, too busy staring at the cloth in your hands to bother trying to situate yourself.

               These panties are yours.

               You’re sure of it – you know because Stacy bought them for you a few months ago. She’d cheekily handed them to you with a big, gaudy bow on top, a wink sent your way and a demure because I know you’ve got a date tonight, and I also know you haven’t gotten laid in way too long. That was the night you’d been set up on a blind date with a friend’s coworker. He’d been nice, though you hadn’t slept with him, and you hadn’t gone out again after that. He didn’t seem all that interested in you as a romantic pursuit, but he was funny, and you’d hoped you could become friends, at least.

               And his name was Chris. And he’d gone missing a few days after.

               You drop the panties, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

               You don’t want to, and you know you shouldn’t, but before you can stop yourself you’re rushing forward to the closet, digging back to that storage compartment and rooting around for anything else you can find. It must be a coincidence; it has to be a coincidence. These can’t be your panties, you must be mistaken – why would Uvogin have these? How could he have these? You’d lost them in the laundry a while back.

               At least, that’s what you’d assumed.

               Pulling your hand back, you see you’ve grabbed a few items. They’re smaller, not clothing, but nonetheless incriminating. There’s a chapstick container, with a strange flavor on it that you’ve only seen once, back when you won it in some weird fundraising fair you’d been at for your job. Kiwi banana grape, it said in curling black lettering, and when you pop open the top, you notice it’s almost completely empty.

               There’s also a button; it’s black with a strange shape, one you recognize as being from your favorite jacket. It’d fallen off one day, but you’d been too busy walking around the city to have realized. It was a real bummer, because it’d rendered the jacket unwearable because too big a draft would sneak through it.

               And lastly, there’s a bandaid – it’s old, you can tell, with a kiddy pattern of some fairies and a dinosaur on it that the nurse had apologized for having to use, telling you it was all they had available at the time. You remembered it – it’d made you laugh that you’d gotten your flu shot and she’d patched it up with a bandaid designed for six year olds, even going so far as to snap a photo and send it in the group chat you kept with your friends.

               You feel sick.

               Throwing the small items back into the compartment, you rush to the bathroom, barely making it before you’re heaving, all the curry you’d forced down your throat earlier coming right back up.

               What the fuck?

               Who was Uvogin? Why did he have all of this? How did he have all of this? What did it mean? Your head’s rushing, too many thoughts and implications swimming through your oversaturated mind, and you have just barely enough strength to flush the toilet and stand up, staring at yourself in the mirror.

               Stacy’s words rush back to you as you examine your face, seeing your wide eyes and the way your chest is rising and falling with each harsh breath slipping through your lips. He ignores you? That doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense – none of it at all. Why would your by-association captor have any of your personal items? Especially personal items you’d lost or thrown away literal months ago, long before you’d ever started staying over at Stacy’s?

               You know why, you just don’t want to admit it, and as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you try to come up with any other possible explanation. No. It can’t be. Stacy’s the one with the creepy stalker, not me.

               Suddenly, the sound of the front door’s lock clicking open makes you snap up, adrenaline suddenly coursing through your veins. Uvogin’s home.

               Immediately you’re running to your bed, jumping under the covers and shutting your eyes tightly, praying that Uvogin will think you’re asleep and won’t bother you. You need more time to figure this out – it’s all too much, and while it probably won’t be any easier the longer you wait, you need something.

               You can’t look at him yet. You won’t.

               “I got your chips! Didn’t know which flavor to choose, so I got three I think you might like. I’m serious, though, you have to share. I’m an animal, and I will steal your food.” He laughs at that, and you hear him set down the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Your eyes are still closed so tightly that it hurts, and you ball your fists up in the blankets as hard as you can. You’d curled up into a fetal position, and you force yourself to stay still as you hear his loud footsteps coming down the hall.

               He calls your name, peeking his head into every room he passes. Soon he sees you in your bed, and although you look a little stiff, his shoulders immediately lose their tension. A smile flits across his lips, and he slowly, quietly shuts the door, retreating back to his own room.

               You sigh, peeling open your eyes and trying to get your breathing under control. You’d been holding your breath, and now that he’s actually home in the apartment, it’s difficult to not let yourself panic.

               It becomes much, much more difficult when you hear a noise come from his bedroom, though. What the hell’s this?

               There’s a muffled curse, and your blood runs cold as quick, heavy footsteps lead right up to your door. He swings it open and your eyes fly shut, trying desperately in vain to appear like you’re still sleeping.

               “Wake the fuck up.” He says, and immediately you open your eyes, your fear too strong to ignore. He’s holding the pink panties in his hands, and you realize with a small burst of terror that in your haste to get to the bathroom, you’d left them on the floor. In his room. Right where he can see that they’ve been moved.

               Fuck fuck fuck.

               "I only have three rules. What are they?” He barks, and you’re trying to curl up even smaller, hoping his promise of not hurting you will still ring true. Though, he’s lied about pretty much everything else – how do you know if that part wasn’t all a lie, too?

               “No hurting myself, no escaping, and no – no snooping.” You whisper, and Uvogin bares his teeth.

               “I’ve been good to you – patient, something that takes a hell of a lot of effort for me. And what do you do in return? You go and do one of the very few things I’ve forbidden.” He looks impossibly tall right now, towering over you with those muscles, the panties looking downright tiny between his monstrous fingers. “Tell me why. Explain to me why the hell you were snooping through my closet.”

               You shut your eyes again, too scared to look at him. “I was putting away a shirt you left in the bathroom. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did it, please don’t hurt me, please –“

               He interrupts you with a huff, and you tense up, waiting for some blow to land. It doesn’t, though, and after a good thirty seconds, you finally peel an eye open, almost too scared to see what he’s doing.

               You don’t expect the small smile that’s sitting on his lips, nor the hand on his hip. He locks his eyes with yours, then sighs. “Well, this is most definitely not the way I wanted you to find out. See, I had this whole plan – Nobunaga came up with it, one of the very few things he’s ever thought of that actually impressed me.”

               You’re confused again, but that sick feeling still hasn’t gone away. All you can seem to look at are your panties, wedged in his fist.

               “He told me that since you and Stacy were so close, we could cut a deal – kidnap you both at once, get more bang for our buck. There was no way to hide Nobunaga’s feelings for Stacy, sure, but you? Well, you haven’t noticed anyone following you, have you?” Uvogin asks, cocking his head at you and letting his smile get a bit wider.

               You quickly shake your head no.

               “I’m better at this stuff than he is. He always gets too excited to talk to her, wants to interact and have her lookin’ at him. I get it, I really do. Even now, even with you scared shitless and looking at me like I’m about to kill you, just you acknowledging me is getting me hard as a fucking rock.”

               Involuntarily, your eyes dart down to his navel, and with a small, strangled sound of fear, you notice the way there’s a prominent bulge forming in those shorts of his.

               He laughs at your change in focus, and steps forward. Hooking a finger under your chin, he smirks down at you. “I’m better at hiding myself, and I was willing to play the long game, content with watching you until the right time came to snatch you up. But when Nobunaga offered, telling me there was a way to get you all to myself and make sure you grew to want me organically? Well, I couldn’t resist, could I?”

               You want to tell him he absolutely could’ve, or that you wouldn’t have ‘wanted him organically’, whatever the hell that meant, but your tongue doesn’t seem to be working.

               He leans down, face coming closer and closer to yours. “You had no idea, did you? How do you think I knew what kind of mattress to get you? How do you think I knew exactly what to order for you for takeout, even when you were too scared to tell me? How do you think I know what shampoo and conditioner to buy you, or even what kind of fucking cologne you like? Believe me, I’m only wearing this shit for you.”

               You’re frozen, unable to move, unable to do anything but stare at him.

               “Do you get it now, princess? See, Nobunaga doesn’t give two shits about whether you live or die – he’ll get Stacy to do what he wants no matter what. But me? I give a shit.” He’s so close to you that you can smell his breath. It’s minty, like he’s just recently brushed his teeth. The cold smell only makes you shiver, fear still tingling up your spine.

               “Why?” You whisper, overwhelmed at his sudden confession.

               He pauses at that, smirk falling away as he genuinely considers your words. He’s quiet for a moment, before he smiles again, but this time it’s not as predatory – there’s something oddly soft about it, and it makes you feel worse.

               “Because you’re perfect. That’s all.” He answers like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and before you can say anything he’s clambering on the bed next to you. You want to fight him off, to jump up off the bed and run, but you can’t seem to find the energy to. Besides, you’re not delusional enough to think you could beat Uvogin in any sort of physical altercation or chase. And while he still seemed to be adhering to his promise of not hurting you, you didn’t feel like testing the waters.

               “So I guess the jig’s up. I was hoping you wouldn’t find out, but I can work with this, too. At least now I don’t have to act like I don’t know you. And now, I don’t have to do all that respectful distance shit – you’re mine now, babe, and now I don’t have to hide it.” He’s grinning again, his teeth looking too sharp, and before you can blink he’s above you, your wrists pinned above your head and his lips inches away from yours.

               “So why don’t I show you just how much your attention the last week’s been affecting me?” His voice is low, sultry, and makes you gulp. He presses his face into your neck, deeply inhaling and groaning. “I promise I can make you feel good… I’ll tell you my last rule, okay?”

               You’re frozen, but when he pulls back to glare at you, you shakily mutter out an ‘okay’.

               His grin is wolfish, predatory, scary. “Rule number four is no running away from me, even if that cute little body of yours can’t take anymore. Got it?”

               You nod.

#yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere uvogin #_lee's fics #_lee writes for ramwrites #_uvogin #_hxh

[euphoricfilter]

5, 12, 14, 16, 17

-🖤

5. i’m actually a whore for any kind of potato 🧍🏻‍♀️ like genuinely will probably eat them any way. top 3 though would have to be: roast potatoes, waffle fries and probably mash potato

12. i’m gonna be honest i’m so ass at skincare like i don’t understand it at all… nor am i really good at knowing what’s good for my hair. it’s so bad, i need to research. i used to use a cerave face wash that i thought was pretty good 🤨 and a doctor jart toner that actually helped with my oily skin but i ran out and can’t find them in the UK so now i just use anything that looks good 🧍🏻‍♀️

14. probably 🧍🏻‍♀️ i try and drink enough every day but i don’t think i do a very good job. i drink quite a bit at night but i bought a spider-man water bottle so i’ll drink more. and so far it’s kind of helping, i definitely drink a lot more than i used to

16. it’s one of the favorite flavors ☝️😔 and i will not take any mint choco slander on this page. it’s not like toothpaste at all, and it’s elite when the little chocolate chunks are kinda chunky. 10/10 flavor

17. idk if this exactly counts but i have to follow a routine otherwise i’m fucked and my whole world will crumble and i’m ruined. i also have to close the bathroom door and then turn the light off, and the toilet seat has to be down while i’m sleeping otherwise i get really anxious and will lay in bed for hours. i can’t have 2 devices sat next to each other they have to be in different parts of my room otherwise i can’t sleep either. all my teddies have to be in the same place every single night, and i’ll make sure they’re all in their places before i go to sleep. i scratch my head a lot even if it isn’t itchy, idk why i just do it or pull at my earrings when i’m out or talking to people 🧍🏻‍♀️ i also plan out conversations i have with people before i have them otherwise i will probably have a panic attack or just completely dissociate from the conversation because i hadn’t thought about what i wanted to say before i’d seen that person. i think that’s all of them 🤨

#🖤 anon

[barovianchickenandwaffles]

Barovian Tales: Elven Knights and Summer Misery

So, there I was one quiet Tuesday, wondering if business would pick up when I got a letter.

Usually such letters are bills, notice of collections, lawsuits, or (gulp) a summons to Castle Ravenloft. But this was different. It was a letter from the Dusk Elves of Vallaki.

Dear “Uncle” Oleksii,

We hope this letter finds you well, and that business is good. (Ha, if they only knew) We request your presence at our community as soon as possible. Please cookingware and ingredients, and be prepared for some cooking.

We believe you will find this worth your time.

Warm regards,

Tharivol Moonglow

Huh. Now that’s something. Elves, for some reason, tend not to like my cuisine no matter how much lard I bake into it. They prefer “healthier food” with “more vegetables”.

Further, my short-lived business venture in Sithicus went down in flames (literally) when Elven rebels there rose up in revolt.

So, why now?

Well, a business opportunity is a business opportunity. I packed my gear and set out.

The trip to Vallaki was miserable and creepy.

First, that weird, faceless creature that haunts the outskirts of the village, and sings in a warbly voice, followed me silently for an hour outside town. Shudder.

Then, the old hags selling dream pies had a lemonade stand by the road. I knew better than to consume their wares, but then they insisted I listen to their business presentation. They wanted to sell me membership in a “Vacation Club” with time-allocated property in Kartakas. No thank you. I may have a 4th grade education but I ain’t that dumb.

Thankfully, I didn’t even have to go into Vallaki proper, just the outskirts. Too many bad memories after my betrothed was eaten by an enormous frog monster there.

I pulled my donkey wagon to the elf village just south. It’s about the closest thing to a lovely spot in Barovia (which is saying a lot) and it’s a shame I don’t come more often.

As I approached a tall, thin elf was waiting for me. This must be Tharivol Moonglow.

“Greetings Master Oleksii, and welcome,” he said in a falsetto voice, “please leave your cart here and follow me up the hill.”

I did as requested and we strode up toward the center of the village. “Your timing was impeccable.”

“Oh?” I said, suddenly getting a bad feeling.

There I saw the elf houses arranged in a ring around a common grounds in the middle. At the grounds were two sets of tables, and a makeshift hearth for cooking.

And there, smiling at me smugly was none other than Vlad, owner of Barovian Wieners and Pancakes, my rival.

“Hello Oleksii,” he said.

“Hello Vlad,” I grumbled.

“And hello to both you losers,” said a voice that sent chills down my spine.

I turned and saw him: Rahadin, the right-hand of the Devil Strahd.

“Look if this is about that kickback I sent you last week, I had no idea those coins were slugs. Honest.”

Rahadin chuckled, “we’ll discuss that later,” he said.

I couldn’t hear half of what he said over the creepy aura of screaming voices around him, but as far as I could figure, Rahadin invited us both for a cook-off. Elves don’t usually eat fried chicken, wieners, or hotcakes. Instead, we’d be asked to cook three dishes based on a random selection of ingredients, and the Dusk Elves would be the judges. The winner would have a charter, signed by Strahd himself, to open a shop in Vallaki. Not bad for business.

The ingredients were:

An assortment of vegetables from the Elves

Wheat flour

Salt

Eggs

Spice from some faraway land that smelled of curry.

Dried noodles from another land

Finally, a slab of 100% all-Barovian “mystery meat”

We were given 1 hour to come up with three dishes.

“May the best chef win… me,” taunted Vlad.

“If it turns out anything like your food, I’ll be in Vallaki in no time,” I shot back.

“Yeah, well, in your dreams Oleksii.”

Nice comeback, Vlad.

I stood at my grill and noticed a large glass vial with some kind of oily fluid in it with the words “Vegetable” and “Oil”.

I yelled over to the judges, “is this some kind of joke? Vegetable … oil?”

You haven’t seen a facepalm until you’ve seen an elven facepalm. Better yet, an entire panel of them.

It was a fast, intense hour. I poured my heart and, er, “soul” into my cooking, using my years of experience. My Babusya would have been slightly proud of me. She might have even nodded in acknowledgement.

When at last time was up, we stepped back and offered our dishes to the judges. Vlad was first. He presented some dishes I hadn’t seen before and I was bewildered. Where did he learn to cook such things. The judges chewed thoughtfully, but it was hard to read their faces.

Next was my turn. I lifted the cover on my dishes and was greeted by a gasp from the judges.

“You cooked … waffles … and fried chicken?” inquired Rahadin. To be honest, all I heard was:

(Scream, mumbles) cooked (more screams and mumbles) fried (screams)?”

“Yes?”

“Out of all the ingredients?” said a similarly stunned Tharivol.

“Um, yeah, wasn’t that I was supposed to do?”

I made cabbage waffles with deep-fried mystery meat, dried curry noddle waffles with fried mystery meat, and deep fried turnip waffles with fried mystery meat.

I know, like, 2 recipes only.

Three days later I was back in Barovia without a charter. I got bonus points for somehow converting dried noodles into waffles, but otherwise no win.

Further I managed to ruin the mood of the contest after making a passing joke about needing some lady elves around there to pretty up a “batchelor pad” like their village. Awkward.

When I came back, I learned that Rahadin and his goons had been around and filled my entire office, from floor to ceiling, with metal slugs as “payback”, and my lockbox had been broken into. That’d cost me about three weeks worth of earnings, never mind how long it would take to clean out the office.

Later, I found out that Vlad’s new restaurant went under after some customers were eaten by an enormous frog monster, and the rest were flogged by Baron Vallakovich for not being happy about it.

I sipped my bitter, bland Barovian Chicken and Waffles-brand coffee as I looked out the window thoughtfully.

Just another week in Barovia.

The End

p.s. thanks for all the positive feedback on the last story. It is appreciated. Also check out an older story I wrote last year.

#ravenloft #dnd #ttrpg #barovia #tumblrloft #d&d #dungeons and dragons #waffles #life in barovia #barovian tales #curse of strahd

[bills-pokedex]

I’ve a question, but I’m not sure if it qualifies as a stupid one or not. I feel really bad - I came to the Pokemon center a few hours ago because one of my Pokemon needed a checkup and I got distracted. thing is, as she was being seen I had left my dinner out, and I came back to one of the blissey having eaten it. Considering the meal included meat… I’m not actually sure what blissey eat. She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable but I’m worried I might have poisoned her. What do I do? D:

OOC regarding the blissey ask: no IRL basis don’t worry, it’s not really urgent! Thanks for being cool. (You don’t have to publish this)

{<3 to this anon! Thanks so much for your consideration and patience! :')}

Ah, no need to worry, anonymous! Blissey are actually omnivorous, and it's not uncommon for nurse blissey to share meals with their Nurse Joy partners. Meat is just as an essential part of their diet as anything else, and unlike quite a number of pokémon, consuming cooked foods isn't necessarily detrimental to them. It's just that blissey can't really subsist on fatty, oily, or sugary foods, so avoid feeding them things like french fries or cakes.

That having been said, it's also common to see nurse blissey and chansey consume leftovers from trainers, as these pokémon are often tasked with keeping the center and its attached café clean. It's just that Nurse Joys often try to train their partners to compost leftovers rather than consume them (you likely wouldn't eat off a stranger's plate either, after all), but sometimes, this sort of training doesn't always stick for a pokémon, especially if a nearly full meal is involved.

In other words, there's very little chance that you've poisoned this blissey, but there is a chance the center's Nurse Joy had a very long conversation with her about the compost bin.

#asks #blissey #{I'm slowly going through asks to fix some ghost ask shenanigans so you may see answers pop up here and there.}

[subash1223]

by home remedies

Five Shocking Home Treatments for Acne You’ve got a sizzling date lined up, maybe with a couple’s chocolate wrap? You’re eager and prepared to leave when you peek in the mirror and discover an obtrusively large pimple on your face. It would be natural to pop it, but don’t! It will just allow additional germs to enter, worsen the condition’s appearance, and, even worse, leave an acne scar. Here are your options.

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You’ve got a sizzling date lined up, maybe with a couple’s chocolate wrap? When you look in the mirror as you get ready to go, a pimple has inconveniently appeared on your face in a very apparent way.

To avoid rushing on the day of your hot date, keep all of these ingredients close at hand. Isn’t it difficult enough having to decide what to wear that evening?

Five Natural Treatments for Pimples There may be paid links.

Sweet and sour Style on Main provided this Honey and a dripping 1. Aww, honey! For AcnEase® users, Dr. Agnes suggests a 20-minute pimple drying honey compress applied ONLY to the pimple itself, as well as one extra “kick this zit” dose of AcnEase® (six pills) if there are still 10–12 hours before the date. Before applying honey to the zit with a clean q-tip, remove all makeup and/or concealer. Wait 20 minutes, and then

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3 tablespoons of plain, organic yogurt

1 teaspoon steel-cut natural oats or potato starch (not instant oats)

2 evening primrose oil capsules

1 tablespoon of honey (organic if possible)

A total of 2 vitamin E capsules

It’s Rosewater (may be bought in natural food stores as rose hydrosol). This should be applied following the mask.

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Directions:

Evening primrose and vitamin E capsules should be opened, and the oils should be put in a bowl. Oats should be ground into a fine powder if you plan to use them. Except for the rosewater, combine all the other ingredients. The paste should have a spreadable but not “soupy” consistency similar to chocolate icing on a cake. Cleanse your face and neck, then apply the mask, and wait

Style on Main provided this Tea with chamomile to treat acne 3. Gosh, You Are Smooth! The next step is to shut your pores. It is known that chamomile has advantages comparable to those of medications with analgesic and anti-inflammatory properties. Chamomile helps reduce acne-related irritation when used topically.

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By preparing a very strong (infusion) tea with 3–4 chamomile tea bags (or 2 handfuls of the dried chamomile), you can create your own chamomile astringent. Use on a cotton pad all over your face twice each day when it has cooled. Refrigerate any leftovers, but eat them up within two days or throw them away.

offered by Style on Main Witch Hazel acne treatment 4. Act Like a Witch! Use witch-hazel on a Q-tip three or four times on the zit if you have at least 10 to 12 hours before the date (no rubbing, just dab on the pimples for 3–4 seconds). The extract, commonly known as witch hazel, is used medicinally and aids in reducing inflammation and irritations. The bark and leaves are astringent. Do not, once more, pop the pimple! This will make a HUGE mess that makeup cannot hide.

Vegetables with leaves, supplied by Style on Main You Are Hot Enough! 5. Leafy Green Vegetables Those who enjoy “hot and spicy” meals should make a sacrifice. Avoid fried, oily, and spicy foods for roughly two weeks before THE BIG DAY.

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Style on Main Leafy Green Veggies provided 5. You Have Enough Heat! Those who enjoy “hot and spicy” meals should make a sacrifice. Avoid eating anything fried, greasy, or spicy for about two weeks before the BIG DAY. Maintain a diet high in fresh produce (all forms of green leafy vegetables are excellent), fruits (those with less sugar, like berries), and fish that is high in omega 3. Also, avoid consuming excessive amounts of orange juice and other liquids with a high sugar content.

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#home remedies #strep throat #acne rep #bladder infection #rheumatoid arthritis

[purplesurveys]

1518

Have you ever cheated at a card game? I doubt it. I’ve never been into card games enough to feel like cheating on them.

Tell me what colors you’re wearing right now? Red, pink, white.

Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend? No, too dangerous. If we had to walk outdoors, we never go beyond the compound we’re in.

Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already) I wouldn’t say longing is the right word...maybe hopeful? I’d love to see the day I can live on my own, afford to go to a different continent, do stuff with my money beyond having a debit card lmao. I mean age-wise and milestone-wise I’m definitely already an adult but there’s lots of things I’ve yet to learn; I still consider myself young and naïve in many ways.

Have you ever felt like your heart actually stopped? Yeah, usually the moment I’ve done a fuckup - like sending a text to the wrong person, accidentally sending the wrong emoji, sending an email without an attachment when it’s supposed to have an attachment, etc.

Are you a fast runner? Not anymore; I get tired so easily, too. But I used to be in track.

What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat? Dog meat.

Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed? Depends. Sometimes things will just be really funny, lol.

Do any of your friends shamelessly burp or fart in public? No. Not that I’d have a big problem with it; they just don’t.

When was the last time you had a good cry? I haven’t cried hard in a while, but I did tear up a bit last week. Rough time at work and a song that had fit my emotions at the time came up on shuffle so I ended up crying for a few minutes.

Has anyone ever told you they wanted to marry you? No. Have you ever had a “thumb war” with someone?  Sure, mostly with my siblings.

Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover? Yeah but ‘so unfortunate’ is such a generous way to put it I think lol. They suck, but it’s not the end of the world - I usually take a painkiller for my headache, chug lots of water, and look for oily food like fried chicken cos I find that helps.

If you need a job, will you take whatever you can get? Depends on my situation but generally not. I know what I can handle and what I would potentially be good at, and I’d much rather stay in those spaces. Even in looking for my first job I was kind of picky, but fortunately I got the company and position I wanted relatively quickly.

Time goes by faster as you get older, don’t you find? It does. I can hardly believe it’s going to be September again. How is it Christmas season already?

Have you ever had a panic attack? Yes.

Are you deathly allergic to anything? Nopes.

Have you ever had a mouse in your house? Yes, in our old duplex. There was a rat who never failed to show up, climbing up the same spot in our shared bedroom around midnight.

Do you know what you want for your dream house? I know I just want three components for my dream condo/house/whatever: a split-type aircon, a big comfy couch, and a large smart TV. As long as I have those three I feel like I’d be able to say I’ve Made It, hahaha. Have you ever seen the movie the Notebook? Tried the first ten minutes and it just sucked all across the board. I don’t think I would ever give it a second shot.

If you download torrents, what torrent program do you use? I haven’t done torrents since high school, but I used to have uTorrent. I’m pretty sure I still have it on this laptop lol but it’s definitely gathered cobwebs since.

If you go to school, will this year be different? I haven’t been to school in two years, but yeah my last year was for sure different in that it got cut short.

Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have an ex? Yes.

Are you able to count to ten in another language? A handful.

Is there something you know you have to do, but haven’t done it yet? Hahaha yes but they’re all work related and it’s 10:45 PM so those can fuck off until tomorrow.

Is anyone you know really religious? A lot of people around me are; and it would typically be a surprise to encounter someone who isn’t because everyone here is assumed to be Catholic or some type of Christian.

Can you sing? I cannot.

Have you ever read “Gone With the Wind”? I have the book and have read a significant portion of it, but have never finished. I’ve watched the movie countless times, though.

Are your eyebrows naturally thick? Yeps.

Have you ever attempted to cut your own hair? Just my bangs.

Has speaking in front of people ever made you sick? No, I’ve always been fine with it. There’s a part of me that enjoys the thrill that comes with it, I think; I realized it when I got entered into an impromptu speech competition and was surprised that my mouth just kinda did all the work naturally lol. I like to think my love for wrestling has been a big part of why I’ve taken a liking to public speaking.

Have you ever wanted to tell someone how you felt, but never did? Sure. This is a vague situation that’s applicable in so many ways haha, so I’m sure this has happened many times.

What was the last movie that made you teary-eyed? Idk, I haven’t watched any movies recently.

Do you check your email daily? I have to, it’s part of my work.

Have you ever breathed in helium? Nopes.

Do you try to be confident and positive about your future? Yeah, and I am.

When was the last time you felt disappointed in yourself? Earlier when I had a work booboo.

Have you ever owned a garden? Nope.

Who was the last person to text you? I think it was Liara asking me where I was since we had to meet up at the mall yesterday.

Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other? It was one-sided hate. My ex despised every guy friend I had.

Do you ever find yourself trying to be the referee amongst your friends? Referee of what? I’m not sure what this entails but I have definitely served as the mom/leader more recently; like if we wanted to have a night out I’ll usually be the one to pull up spots to consider, organize the schedule, figure out who’s picking up who and from where, things like that.

Has a laptop ever burned your legs? Not burned - I wouldn’t let a laptop stay on my legs that long if I was already feeling such a level of discomfort. But yeah, my laptop regularly heats up now and that’s because it’s already a bit old and the battery isn’t at its optimal performance anymore. Then again I only ever take surveys on here and watch BTS videos so as long as they can do both jobs then I have no complaints.

Do you know anyone who has a scar through their eyebrow? Heyyyy, I have it. Some distant cousin hurled a glass jar at me when we were kids. The sick fuck was actually targeting my left eye but he missed. I have never seen him since the incident because my mom refuses to be in any function with him in it and tbh I’m not against that. Who was the last person to flip you off? Can’t remember.

Are you doing anything the day after tomorrow? Counting down the hours til the day is over.

Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? My mom’s and sister’s but those aren’t til next month.

Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? If I absolutely had to, like if it was for a formal photoshoot then yeah whatever. I don’t find them necessary though.

Do you make the effort to smile at people? Yeah, as long as I don’t come off as creepy doing so lmao.

Are you good at following directions? No I’m awful. I need written instructions every time because otherwise my memory always fucks me over and I forget everything as soon as it’s relayed to me.

Have you ever just screamed really loud in an attempt to feel better? I do that a lot in the middle of my shifts.

Are you in any way, still a child at heart? Sure.

Quality triumphs over quantity, correct? For me it does, for the most part.

Have you ever danced when there was no music playing? Sure.

Do you have someone that you can just act a fool with and not care? Angela.

From where you’re sitting, can you touch a wall? Nopes.

Have you received a text today that made you go “wtf”? I receive lots of messages from my clients that make me go like this every day, if not every hour.

When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap? Not usually at restaurants but if I were at a formal-ish occasion, like a birthday party, debut, family dinner, etc I would.

Are you even feeling the least bit tired? I am. I need to go to bed soon since I have an early calltime tomorrow.

Is there currently any caffeine or alcohol in your system? Caffeine, yes. 

Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners? I’ve never used an electric sharpener but I don’t really care. I rarely use pencils anyway.

Are your biceps at all noticeable? Nope.

Have you ever seen a walrus? Once or twice, I think.

When it comes to dropping food, do you believe in the 10 second rule? 5 seconds, and yes.

If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel? Nah. I’d pose beside one, but wouldn’t ride one.

Do you believe that cellphones actually do cause cancer? Idk. I honestly never cared to know.

When people you know cry, does it make you feel like crying too? No.

Were you single last Valentine’s Day? Yes. Do you tend to jump to conclusions? Sure, sometimes.

Are you good at remembering your friends’ birthdays? Yep.

Is there something you need to do, that you’re trying to avoid doing? Yes.

#survey #surveys

[straye]

❛ well, what’s so strange about that ? ❜

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  — accepting!

“... Maybe it’s a cultural thing.” Kogami says half-jokingly, looking on in awe at the freshly fried concoctions placed on display in front of them. It’s not like they don’t deep fry things back where he’s from, but here, he’s acutely aware of how one can deep fry anything, even that which should, in matters of health, not go through the process. Morbid curiosity comes over him, as he wonders if that cannibal man Starling worked with in the past used these methods in preparing his victims, but he shakes his head of those thoughts when his eyes flit back to the menu.

Butter, oreos, pickles, eggs.

Starling, a Southern woman, had likely grown up with these nauseating, oily sights and smells, so it’s only natural that it wouldn’t be such a strange sight; though he, a Japanese man who’d only recently migrated westward, suddenly feels conscious of his own health (which was funny, considering his own regular eating and smoking habits.)

“So … what are you getting?” He shuffles his feet. “... I’ll get whatever you get. Try not to kill me with your choice; you and Crawford still need me, right?”

@silcns

#silcns #by this，and this only，we have existed. ∶ ( ic. ) #till human voices wake us，and we drown. ∶ ( answered. )

[cystercarepcos]

MANAGING PCOS WITH HOLISTIC NUTRITION

Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) is a common hormonal disorder seen among women of reproductive age that leads to the production of higher than normal amounts of male hormones.

These hormonal imbalances causes a range of problems, such as fatigue, weight gain and irregular periods.

How Diet Influence PCOS?

Insulin resistance is a common problem in women with PCOS, and can lead to increased levels of insulin in the bloodstream. Elevated insulin levels can trigger the production of androgen hormones.

Insulin resistance can be caused by a variety of factors, including genetics, diet, and lifestyle. Eating a diet high in carbohydrates and sugars, for example, can increase your risk of developing insulin resistance.

Insulin resistance can make it harder to lose weight, which is why people with PCOS often experience this issue. A diet high in refined carbohydrates, like starchy and sugary foods, can make them insulin resistant, and therefore weight loss, more difficult to manage.

Women suffering from PCOS should follow a PCOS diet and should avoid foods already widely seen as unhealthful. They are:

✓Anything made with white flour

✓Sugar

✓Oily and fried foods

✓Processed meats

✓Refined carbohydrates

✓Breakfast pastries

In a PCOS diet, you may be required to cut down on carbonated drinks like soda that has high amounts of sugar and certain oily foods that may cause inflammation in the gut. Therefore, it is best to consult a doctor or dietician to devise a diet plan accordingly.

What to eat if you have PCOS?

The basic suggestions for a PCOS diet are to focus on whole grains, fresh produce, and plant-based proteins while limiting sugar, processed food, and trans fat. Depending on your overall health needs, you may need to adjust your intake of specific macronutrients (fat, protein, carbohydrates) or add supplements.

You can consider this list for a general diet, but it is always recommended to consult a doctor for a proper diet plan as the intake or reduction of foods varies for different people.

Do I need to follow a diet that is extra high in protein?

It is important to remember that even if you limit your carbohydrate intake, overeating fat or protein can cause unintentional weight gain. You should aim for a way of eating that has a balance of protein, high-fiber carbohydrates, and some fat.

Vitamins and Minerals Important for PCOS Symptom Relief and Food Sources

Vitamin D

Vitamin B

Selenium

Iodine

Magnesium

Don’t Skip your daily meals!

Skipping meals is one of the unhealthiest ways to lose weight and it will not help you in any way other than filling your body up with acidity. Hence, instead of skipping meals, consume moderate amounts of whole grains, protein, and healthy fats at regular intervals.

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First Show of the Second Week

5:00 pm rolls around, and thankfully, I made it back to the theater room on time.

Despite having to stay afterschool from 5:00 pm to at least 9:00 pm, we weren’t going to be given dinner. So i had to go out and buy my own, which would have been fine, except for the fact that we weren’t allowed to eat inside.

It was fine, i reassured myself, as i talked to my friend, while we shared french fries, hoping that i wasn’t doing anything wrong, even though the feeling of unease swept through my body. The anxiety slowly wriggling up my body like vines on a tree, until it completely covered me, draining me of my energy.

The anxiety proved to be right today, as one of the assistant directors took notice of me eating outside, and while their words were kind, and i could tell they weren’t trying to be rude, I felt as if i had just finished running a mile. My lungs devoid of oxygen, my mouth dry, as i fought against my body, who refused to let me speak. 

But finally, the suffocatingly uncomfortable feeling, drilled into my bones, triumphed over my embarrassment.

I apologized them, my words twisted, the anxiety in my brain speaking far too fast for my poor mouth to keep up.

I thanked them, my chest tight, the pressure on my body and the fear of them being annoyed by me feeling like a large boulder chained to my legs as i drowned in an ocean of social anxiety.

The feeling, while hard to shake off, thanks to the comfort of my friend, subsided after a while.

Only to return later, when we had to do our pre-show pep talk, where we had to gather in a circle.

I sighed as i got up from the couch we had behind the stage, a cold feeling ripping me away from the warm, comfortable blanket of safety that covered me just moments before. The reason being? I dislike the feeling of other’s skin on mine. The slightly oily, squishy, smooth-but-not texture is off putting to me, making my skin tingle as if i had been lightly burned. Making my spine shiver in displeasure as the pit of my stomach filled with disgust. Everything about touch made me feel gross and icky, like how most people don’t like touching bugs.

So i always stood outside of the circle, ignoring the occasional pair of eyes that had wandered in my direction. I wished so desperately that touch-adversion would be normalized, that i wouldn’t have to explain why i was outside the circle. Why i was different. But this time, one person spoke up for me when another asked what i was doing, telling them why. It made me happy, that someone cared just a little bit. Just that one seemingly insignificant word filling me up with silent appreciation, my heart blooming with gratefulness. The words probably holding more meaning than the speaker intended. But despite knowing that, it felt like all the coldness that had seeped into me, was replaced by that comforting warmth once again.

“Cheer up and stay lively everyone! It’s the first show of our second week, let’s show the audience something to remember!” The director’s words filled the room with lively cheers and claps, the air around us full of excitement, the people equipped with prideful smiles and hopeful eyes. I, too, had a look of excitement on my face, and a bright smile that spoke louder than my words. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

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your poor mom I feel for her, I actually developped a sensetive stomach from having trashy eating habits all the time I bragged about handling anything till my stomach just cant tolerate it anymore so be careful while you still can and fun fact since that day I didnt eat anything fried again and cut down on the amount of oil I use on other things

hey nonnie 🥰

it’s the total opposite of what i thought then 😭

mom is fine now but i think she won’t be eating fries for a while lol honestly i have a good diet! the only thing i don’t eat is fish and sea stuff, i order some junk food every now and then for comfort so hopefully my stomach will be okay for a few more years amen

i’m glad for your health journey anon and my mom would be too xisisbsiajjz btw i always see health versions of oily foods being cooked on the air fryer so if you like to cook seems like a good investment

#i don’t so 🤷🏻‍♀️ #but the stuff i see seem so yummy #people get creative with that thing #— mailbox 💌 #— from whom

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Skin Care Techniques That Really Work

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Skin Care Techniques That Really Work

Many people want to have glowing, healthy skin but aren’t quite sure how to get it. Healthy skin takes work, but there are many different ways to get it glowing. There are many tips included in this article that will help rejuvenate your skin and make it healthy again.

In order to maintain healthy skin, be sure to use lotion after showering when needed. This will ensure that you have moist, healthy skin. When choosing your moisturizer, be sure to choose one that will not clog your skin’s pores. Keeping healthy, moisturized skin is key to looking young and feeling good.

To help with your acne, make sure you’re getting enough vitamins and minerals in your diet. One way to do this might be to eat a variety of fruit and vegetables, another way is to take a daily supplement. Whatever you do, as acne is often a sign of poor nutrition, making sure your diet is healthy is a good way to get great looking skin.

Cut down on fatty and sugary foods. Fried foods and foods high in sugar may taste good, but they wreak havoc on your face. Eliminate them from your diet as much as possible, and that includes soft drinks. Replace those junk foods with healthier alternatives (for example, eat yogurt instead of ice cream) and watch your skin improve.

Razor bumps are the bane of many men’s workdays. To avoid razor bumps when shaving, you need to use the proper razor. Amazingly, more blades does not always mean a better shave; the recent introduction of 4 and 5 blade razors have actually caused more razor bumps than those that are only double or triple-bladed. Try a high-quality double-bladed razor, preferably one with a disposable head, and you will see that you will wind up with a smoother face.

If you have oily skin, you should exfoliate regularly. Don’t do this though, if you have any breakouts as it could irritate them. Depending on your skin’s needs and the amount of oil it produces, you can do this anywhere from one to three times a week. Check with your dermatologist to see what will work best for you.

It is important to wash oneself to ensure that the skin is cared for properly. By washing regularly one will clean off anything that they got on their skin as well as dead skin cells. The regular cleaning will result in much healthier and overall better looking skin.

Finding the right product for your skin type is a very important factor in making your skin look nice and healthy. If you have dry skin, you would not want to use products that were designed for oily skin. Make sure you research what the products you use are for, and your skin will thank you for it.

As stated before, glowing, healthy skin is something that many people want. However, they aren’t quite sure how to get it. There are many different ways you can have healthy skin again. Use the tips included in the article above to help your skin will be healthy and glowing again!

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Breakfast Food-Inspired Survey! 🥞🍳🥓  by joybucket

Section 1: Pancakes 🥞

What is something you haven't done since before this pandemic? See my college friends. We’re pretty much back to normal now so there’s been lots of chances to have had a reunion, but everyone is either in law school or a big introvert haha. I have seen Lui once but that was for a work thing so I don’t even count it.

What is the best thing to put on top of pancakes, in your opinion? Fried chicken and bacon.

Do you eat breakfast every morning? No, I pretty much skip it every morning unless my mom makes me the occasional breakfast.

What is your favorite breakfast food? Eggs Benedict, Croque Monsieur, or your good ol’ waffle and chicken combo.

What is your favorite thing to do order at Denny's? I’ve never been to Denny’s and have never understood the rationale behind paying P500-P600 for breakfast I could get for P50 at some stall.

Do you own a pair of pink pants? I don’t think I do.

Name three things you like that are soft. My Tata plushies, my dogs, and idk...pillows?

Do you prefer sausage or bacon? Bacon. I never liked sausages.

Have you ever had pumpkin spice pancakes? Nopes, I’ve never had anything pumpkin spice, but I’ve always been curious about the taste

Do you prefer scrambled eggs or hash browns? Scrambled eggs. Hashbrowns are fine but too oily for my liking.

Do you like to eat at Panda Express? I’ve never tried! The handful of branches we have here are too far from where I live. Their food looks great though and that’s definitely on my radar to try soon.

Have you ever been to IHOP (aka International House of Pancakes)? Nah. We had like one branch here ever but it was never crowded and just looked sad so I figured it wasn’t all that good. 

Have you ever been to the other IHOP (the International House of Prayer)? I’ve never heard of that but you’ll also never see me there either.

....if not, would you ever want to go there? Nope.

Section 2: Eggs 🍳

What is your favorite way to eat eggs? Scrambled, poached, or omelette with lots and lots of cheese and bell peppers and anything else you can possibly pack inside an omelette.

Have you ever colored eggs for Easter? 🥚 Once with my cousins when I was like 10 or 11.

Do you celebrate Easter? In a sense that my family goes to church for it, yeah. But we don’t have a grand celebration for it nor do I observe it.

...if yes, how do you normally celebrate it? Just by going to church like I’ve mentioned.

Do you like deviled eggs? I’ve never had them but they look really yummy, so I’m not opposed to trying it out.

Do you know anyone who calls deviled eggs "heavenly eggs'? No.

Do you know anyone who is allergic to eggs? Yeah, a few friends.

Have you ever seen a bird hatching? 🐣 I don’t think so, only through videos.

Do you often put things off until the last minute and then scramble to get them done? I will be that way sometimes, but I wouldn’t say it’s a habit.

What are three of your favorite girl's names that start with E? Emilia, Elizabeth, Elliott.

What is your favorite boy's name that starts with E? Ezra is a pretty name.

Have you ever been to England? 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿☕️ Nope.

....if yes, what were three things you liked about it? I have not been to England.

Are you English? Nope.

Section 3: Waffles 🧇

What is your favorite things to put on waffles? Fried chicken. I also recently learned that jalapeños work great with waffles and chicken too.

Do you own a waffle maker? I don’t. No one ever really craves waffles in our household so we never saw the need to get a waffle maker.

Do you like to play Four Square? I’m not sure I know what that is.

Have you ever been to Times Square? 🗽 I haven’t. I’d love to go one day.

Do you own a pair of square earrings? No, not really my style.

Name three things you like that start with "W." Wasabi...and that’s all my 10:45 PM brain can think of.

Have you ever been to a wedding? 💍 I have, but only as a kid. I haven’t been to a wedding in years.

Do you worship God? No.

Do you prefer word searches, crossword puzzles, or sudoku puzzles? Word search.

What's your favorite day of the week? Friday.

What's a contest that you have won? A pro wrestling writing contest when I was like 13, lol.

Are you part Welsh? 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 No.

What are three things you like about winter? Idk I’ve never experienced winter but I do find the idea of snow appealing and being all cozy in front of a fireplace. I know it’s not always that pretty though.

Have you ever pushed a wheelbarrow? Sure.

Section 4: Bacon 🥓

Do you like bacon? Love bacon. I’d never say no to it.

Do you have wavy hair? It is kind of wavy on some days, which I like.

What is your favorite thing to sprinkle bacon bits on? I’ve never sprinkled bacon bits on anything. I like it on doughnuts though, for one. OOH and mac and cheese.

Do you enjoy baking? I don’t...do stuff in the kitchen. Hahaha.

What are three of your favorite bakery items? I don’t have any.

Do you prefer muffins or scones? Muffins, just because I’ve never had a scone before.

What are three things in your room that start with a "B"? BTS albums, a black chair, and books.

What is/was your favorite Backstreet Boys song? I don’t have one.

Do you think Blake makes a better boy's name or girl's name? Idk I don’t care.

....and how about Brayden? ^

....Brooklyn? ^

.....Brady? ^

....Brogan? ^

Do you prefer bookstores or libraries? Don’t they serve different purposes though? We don’t have a lot of libraries though so I guess I have to go with bookstores by default.

Section 5: Bagel 🥯

What is your favorite thing to put on a bagel? I don’t have bagels regularly so I don’t have any preferences.

When was the last time you ate a bagel? Many many years ago.

Name three things you like that are round. Cake, pizza, cookies.

Have you ever owned a beagle? 🐶 We have a beagle! The sweetest and friendliest a dog could ever get.

Name three things you like that have holes in them. Doughnuts, ripped jeans, and uh idk maybe cheese?

Which fast food restaurant serves the best breakfast food, in your opinion? Probably McDonald’s? I really like those sausage McMuffins they have.

...and which sit-down restaurant do you think serves the best breakfast food? I’ll stick with a classic - Pancake House.

Do you like orange juice? It’s fine but you’d never see me looking for it.

Which name do you like best: Bree, Brynn, Bianca, Brogan, or Bailey? Bianca and Bree.

Do you have a cousin named Brian? I don’t; but I have an uncle with that name. It’s spelled with a y, though.

What is something you find hard to believe? That I'm alive at the same time a Marcos is president.

Do you prefer bagels toasted or non-toasted? I don’t care much for bagels.

Would you rather drink tea or coffee with breakfast? Coffee; I never have tea.

What is your favorite flavor of oatmeal? I also don’t like oatmeal.

Final Questions!

What did you eat for breakfast this morning? I skipped breakfast and lunch today, unsurprisingly. Dinner will be my only meal.

Do you watch any morning talk shows? Nope but when I was in college and drove myself to school I used to regularly listen to a morning radio talk show.

Do you listen to the radio in the morning? Like I said, only when I was in college. I rarely get to listen to the radio now especially since I work from home and don’t have to drive out on the daily.

What is your favorite thing to listen to in the morning? I usually put on a BTS video to help with my morning anxieties.

Would you rather wake up early or sleep in? Wake up early cos I always want to be productive with my time.

What are three things you like about mornings? Greeting my dogs, making my coffee, and idk that’s it really. I’m not much of a morning person.

Are you a morning person? Hahahahahahahaha

What are three things you do first thing in the morning? Splash my face with water, make my coffee, and figure out my game plan for the work day ahead.

Have you ever filmed a morning routine for YouTube? Nope, I’ve never made a video like that before.

Do you enjoy watching morning routine videos on YouTube? Not so much.

Would you ever film a morning routine video for YouTube? Sure, I’ll just have to tidy up my room first hahah.

Have you ever watched Good Morning America? No.

And last but not least, did you enjoy this survey? Sure.

#survey #surveys