look guys i can make these too yay

Hello, my favourite people on the internet!

So here’s your monthly update on Adverse Effect.

As of yesterday, I’ve managed to finish a rough draft of the first segment of the chapter. I’ve gone over it a couple of times to make it stronger, but I still need to work out the pacing of the scene and fill it out more. Overall though, it amuses me - and I hope it will amuse you guys too.

I don’t think the scene will go through too many changes from the way I have it now, so you guys can look forward to getting some feel-good-fun-stuff at the beginning of the new chapter. Yay!

I’ll probably go over it a few more times before moving on to the second section of the chapter, which will also be the longest section.

Can I just say… shit’s about to go DOWN.

so i have a question for everyone! i’m starting to cook more because i’m pushing myself to eat healthier, save money, etc.

the problem is: i am a fish out of water in the kitchen. so! to get me started, what are some easy meals to make using everyday food items? note: i will try anything. (i can look for recipes/food masterposts later, of course, but i’d like to hear from you guys, too.)

Indignation (Prompt #20)

Requested by anon:  20 w/ Scott?

#20: No, that’s what people call overprotective!

Y/N: Yay, finally another Scott one. :) Hope you’ll enjoy it!

“Y/N? Can I talk to you for a sec?”

You look up from your locker in surprise as the voice calls you. You don’t recognize it at the start, only as you see the face to it do you realize that it has been Brody Riggins. He is approaching you now, a big smile on his lips while his hands rest casually in his pockets. Displaying his cool guy look that makes him so successful with girls in school. You have been quite crushing on him once too. One or two years ago. But those times are long over.

Nevertheless, you return his smile as he stops right in front of you and close your locker before you lean against it. He’s not a bad guy. Nice and charming. There is no reason to act indifferent towards him.

“Of course. What’s up?”, you ask him.

He looks at you, squinting his eyes a little bit while he licks his lower subconsciously. Is he nervous? You have never seen Brody Riggins nervous. The sight irritates you.

“Hey…well…I just…I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look today”, he mutters, making an awkward gesture that involves your whole body.

You look down on your with a frown. You are wearing jeans, a band shirt, All Stars and your hair in a ponytail because you were too lazy for anything else. Summed up: You look exactly like every day.

“Ehm…thank you”, you answer. “But…you know…if you want something from me, you just have to ask. No compliments needed.”

You wink at him but instead of laughing he responds with a weak smile.

“No, that’s not why I’m here. I’m sorry. What I really wanted to say: I think you look beautiful every day. I don’t really know why it took me so long to realize that but now I have and therefore I just wanted to ask you if…”

He never has the chance to end this sentence. He gets interrupted pretty rudely from somebody that suddenly appears behind your back and snaps: “Okay, that’s enough, Riggins. Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

You turn around to stare at Scott in disbelief. His usual sunshine face is not happy at all right now. He literally glares at Brody and his whole body radiates a sense of passive aggressive danger while he protectively puts an arm around your shoulder. No wonder that Brody is absolutely intimated by this behaviour. He looks from you to him and back with an expression of utter confusion and embarrassment.

“Yeah…okay…I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know…whatever.”

And with that he turns on his heels and flees the both of you with quick steps through the hallway. You shake off Scott’s arm, take a step back and still stare at him open mouthed. He, on the other hand, seems pretty satisfied.

“What was that?”, you ask him with a hint of indignation.

He just shrugs. “Only your best friend saving you from that douche. You can thank me later. I’ll see you at lunch.”

Well, that’s a new kind of crazy.


You are puzzled about the situation the whole day. There is no chance to talk to him as you are all meeting for lunch, mainly because you don’t want anybody to listen in. As you enter the library to get to work on your essay you already decide to forget about it.

You sit down on a table in the middle of the room and cram out your History book without any motivation whatsoever. Thankfully enough you don’t have to work too long until the first distraction arrives.

It’s Corey. Your classmate and kindergarten friend that had to go through so much lately. He sinks down next to you, looking somewhat exhausted. You give him a sympathetic smile.

“Are you alright, Corey?”, you ask him, leaning closer.

He sighs and rubs his tired eyes. “Yes, yeah…just a lot going on. Y/N, I know you have a lot to do yourself right now but…I could really need your help.”

“Course, what do you need?”

“Well…I have to do this math stuff and I missed so many classes the last few weeks…I am really lost there. You’ve always been pretty good at it, so…”

His voice trails off as he looks up at you, desperate and pleading. There is no way to say no to this face.

“Get your notes out, we’ll do an exclusive crash course!”, you declare enthusiastically and beam at him as he follows your order.

You discuss this and that mathematic problem with him for the next fifteen minutes. This is actually a lot better than doing your History essay. At least you carry on until Scott interrupts you for the second time today.

He just shows up, sits down on your other side and says in a provocative manner: “What are you doing here, Corey?”

“Chill, Scott, we are just studying”, you answer instead of him, shooting your ‘best friend’ a highly unnerved look.

Scott still doesn’t behave any less offensive. He keeps on staring at Corey and Corey seems more uncomfortable with every second.

“Studying, huh? He’s with Theo, Y/N, he will tell you every kind of story”, Scott claims.

“This has nothing to do with Theo”, Corey swears.

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe a word you say.”

“You know what? I’m outta here!”, you interrupt this stupid dialogue, closing your book with a loud thud and demonstratively stuffing it into your backpack. You are so angry right now that you just have to do a dramatic exit. Unfortunately, instead of being stunned and staying in his seat, Scott immediately decides to follow you.

You stomp out of the library and through the hallway with him on your heels. You would love to see his face but you stay strong and stare forward, pressing your lips together to an angry and strict line.

“Okay, I don’t get it! Are you angry at me?”, Scott asks you incredulously, softly putting a hand on your back.

You shake it off at once. “Yes, Sherlock, I am!”

“Why, what did I do wrong?”

Great, now he’s back to normal and his voice is filled with confusion and remorse. Your anger cools off a bit but you are still pissed at him.

“Seriously, Scott?”, you exhale, finally turning around to him as you reach your car. “Accusing Corey? Who is one of my oldest friends, by the way. And scaring off Brody for what reason ever without even giving me a chance to intervene? Does that ring a bell?”

He’s stunned for a second, squinting his eyes while he thinks about my words. Then he sighs and lowers his gaze to his feet. “I am just concerned about you, okay?”

“Concerned? No, that’s what people call overprotective!

He bites his lower lip and scans the parking lot uncomfortably while you plainly stare at him and wait for an answer.

“You are right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have offended Corey”, he finally admits.

You raise your eyebrows. “What about Brody?”

“I won’t apologize for that, he was totally hitting on you!”, Scott exclaims stubbornly.

Your mouth drops open. “Ehm, yeah? What’s wrong with that?”

All of a sudden a whole new emotion appears in his brown eyes. He hurriedly tries to hide it but you notice it nevertheless. Hurt.

“I didn’t know you are into Brody Riggins”, he states bitterly.

“I’m not. That doesn’t mean that it’s not flattering. And I can reject boys myself, I don’t need someone to do that for me.”

He nods slowly and kicks on the pavement, still biting his lip. He has never acted like this in your presence. At least you can’t remember. You try to figure him out but the one possibility that would explain his behaviour and that comes into your mind is so unbelievable.

“Scott, did it bother you that someone hit on me?”, you carefully ask him because you can’t endure this weird tension anymore.

He clears his throat. “Maybe.”

“Since when?”

“Since…a long time.”

Wow. That’s new. You would’ve never guessed that somebody as kind and beautiful as Scott McCall would ever like you. In that way. Ever.

“You know…you could’ve just told me”, you remind him. Your anger is gone for good. Replaced by the rising joy that makes a small smile appear on your face. It grows even wider as he blushes.

“I am really not good at this”, he mumbles, obviously unhappy with how this all went.

You just push out an incredulous laugh. He’s so right, he’s absolutely awful in those things. Which means that you have to take this into your own hands.

“Don’t worry about it. Just pick me up on Friday at seven and stop this overprotective behaviour and we should be fine”, you tell him, stand on your tiptoes and softly kiss him on his cheek. Then you climb into your car with a big smirk on your face, feeling absolutely ecstatic.

Scott is speechless for a moment but before you can drive off he calls: “That means that we’re having a date, right?”

You laugh. “Yes, Scott. It does.”


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