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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 4 years

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I knowbi already bothered you but usually im super stoic and stuff yet like I'm such a piss poor baby when I'm sick (cold) could i get some comfort from the turtles and how they'd deal with their girl crying every other minute when they probably ain't ever cried before?

Hun I know exactly how you feel, and don't worry, it's never a bother!

The Turtles take care of sick S/O (SFW, could be any universe tbh):

Leo

• he sort of knew you were sick even before you did

• wasn't sure why but something registered in his brain when he came around you the morning before it hit you, though he wasn't completely sure and decided to hold off lest you not actually show symptoms

• knew he had been right when you weren't up on time the next morning

• started preparing tea before even coming to your room

• knocked gently on your door and only entered when he heard a weak answer from you

• "I got you, you don't need to concern yourself with anything."

• was about to ask you if you needed anything else but stopped in his tracks when he noticed you sniffling and wiping your face, and not from a runny nose

• slight "oh shit" moment

• Sighed and said, "Just let it out, y/n. You don't have to be strong. I've been in the same position."

• like he knew you had to have cried before but didn't think you'd just lay it all out like that in front of him

• knew it had to be bad

• took to your side instantly and sat himself down, bringing up passing conversation to keep your mind off of how your body felt

• was admittedly surprised at the sudden vulnerability

• stayed with you the rest of the day, meditating or getting more tea as you went in and out of consciousness

• here come the waterworks again—

• let you cry it out every time, holding your hand and just agreeing with whatever you tiredly babbled, and often asked if you needed anything

• was oddly warmed by taking care of you

• "Drink the tea, it'll help with your throat. And the water. You need to stay hydrated, alright?"

Donnie

• when he's not the one sick, he's the one taking care of the other three almost every time so knows what he's doing

• asked you particular questions to help pinpoint what exactly you had and how to fix it

• was on his way out as you rolled to your side and started crying softly, to which he disregarded whatever he had been going for to come and ask you what was wrong

• were you hurting? too congested to breathe? fever? He needed to know so he could help you feel better

• "I–I know it feels awful, I really do...but I need you to tell me what's going on so I can help you."

• was quick to comfort you, putting his large hand on your forehead to feel your temperature

• felt really bad about it because he'd never seen you cry until then

• reassured you that it would pass soon enough under his care

• since he was kind of going to and fro his lab and kitchen throughout the day, made Mikey stay with you for the couple of minutes he'd be gone just to make sure he wouldn't miss anything you wanted or need

• constantly came in to check on you after your initial breakdown and always offered to let you have space or to be alone if you wanted

• you wanted him to hold you? He could do that. He would do that

• might get sick himself from the contact but didn't care enough to stop

• seeing you cry for the first time made him feel really sorry, but as you kept on letting it out in front of him started to realize that perhaps you were trusting him with your feelings

• caring for you was both sweet and a bit sad

• "Just go back to sleep, love. It'll help you recover."

Raph

• refused to leave, not even to get something—instead yelled for Mikey so he could stay with you

• wasn't sure if you were up to eat a whole lot but had food prepared anyway just in case

• completely shirked training or working out the entire duration of your sickness

• knitted while you slept

• thought you had been unconscious until he heard a light sob under the covers and immediately put down what he was doing

• "Wait, are you... cryin'? Hold on, I'll holler for Mikey—you don't need anything? Just...feelin' rough?....I know the feeling, princess, I do."

• was taken off-guard

• felt so bad for you; he had been under the impression that you wouldn't let him see you cry like that

• heart panged a little every time he heard you sniffle or whine at all

• got mad at Donnie for not being able to make you better fast enough

• was fixing to argue with him at the doorway but realized that his temper was not helping at all

• "I just want 'er to get better. That too much to ask?"

• made sure to keep himself in check and hugged you and rubbed your back every time you got upset

• sincerely hoped you got through it fast

Mikey

• could not leave your side for more than 30 seconds at a time

• was always running in and out to get you things, ask Donnie about stuff, update everyone on how you're feeling

• already felt so down with you being sick, but as soon as that first tear fell, he scrambled to comfort you

• really did not think anything of it—you were so uncomfortable, how could you not cry?

• "Hey, it's okay, baby! Please don't cry, Donnie's going to get you all patched up. Or...feeling better. You know. Promise."

• could have been considered physically overbearing but he just wanted you to know he cared more about you than possibly catching it

• for once toned it down periodically so you could rest properly, but was anxious on the inside

• "When's she going to get well? Soon, right?" (repeat 10x over the week)

• overly worried for you, thought it was a lot more deadly than it actually was

• "Are you okay? How's your throat? Are you hungry? Do you want something to read? Anything, I'll run for it, y/n."

• recounted his experiences being sick (for all the times he could remember) because he thought it would make you feel better knowing he had been in your shoes

• jumped every time you started to cry out of the blue

• did not even acknowledge that this was the first time he'd seen you cry cuz he was too distracted

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pink-imagines · 4 years

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change of style

request: Hey, I was wondering if there was a chance is we could get a reaction out of Deku, Bakugo, Todoroki etc of the reader coming to school dressed an E-Girl or a Soft Girl or something like that 😂

a/n: since they do have a dress coded school, i decided to change your request just a bit! i don’t know how to implement the aesthetics into the uniforms without breaking some sort of dress code i added cottage core to this too, to mix it up a bit!

warnings: fluff and slight sexual tension but no nsfw

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Izuku Midoriya.

It was all Toru’s idea. And though it was supposed to be a prank on Izuku, but it felt more like a prank on you. You didn’t really know how the conversation got there but suddenly the girls were going to dress you in cottage core attire to see Izuku’s reaction on you going out of your comfort zone a bit. A few in the class were going out that day to the park for a picnic, since the weather had been so nice lately. So they put you in a light blue, angelic-looking, dress that Momo just had lying around for some reason. The dress ended above your ankles, so you could still see the brown leather shoes which you matched it with. In your hair they put a matching light blue bow on the back of your head. To keep warm you put on a creamy white knitted cardigan, which Momo made on the spot when you asked about the slightly chilly breeze. Ochaco was in charge of putting on make up, so she went out to grab some of her stuff. When she came back she only put on very light, natural make up. But with a bit extra blush on the apple of your cheeks and on the tip of your nose.

Once it was done you looked yourself in the mirror. You looked right about ready to go to your cottage in the forest to take care of your cats and water your flowers... and you kind of... liked it?

Either way it was time to go, and the girls made you carry the picnic basket to really complete the look. And right before you were going into the common room, Mina leaned into and whispered: “Kind of looks like a wedding dress, don’t you think?” Your cheeks heated up at just the thought of that.

“Mina!”, you squealed as you watched her run away cackling.

You walked into the room last, kind of hiding behind the other girls though everyone could still see you... you stuck out like a sore thumb. Some of the girls had put on dresses too, in solidarity... well mostly because it was hot outside and you begged them to do it. But it was the fact that you looked like you belonged in a fairytale that made you stand out.

“Why are you so dolled up?”, Kirishima asked with a big smile. You were about to say something when Mina and Ochaco slapped their hands over your mouth.

“Just ‘cuz!”, they smiled.

“I take it that they forced you, then.”, he chuckled. You gave him a nervous nod. Kirishima was in many ways like the big brother you never had. He was actually the one who helped you get together with Izuku, since both of you were to nervous to say anything about it.

“It’s alright, it suits you.”, he smiled, “I’m sure Midoriya will be all over you.”, he teased.

“Shut up!”, you slapped him lightly on the arm and tried to ignore the blush creeping up on your face again. Your eyes looked around the room to try to find Izuku, and Kirishima seemed to notice.

“He’s just been out training, we’re gonna wait for him here.”, he looked to the rest of the group, “Hey! Why don’t the rest of you go set the things up at the park and Sero and I will wait for Midoriya?” Everyone agreed and the group got moving.

Once the stuff was put up in the park, right by the lake and the big oak tree, you saw Sero, Kirishima and Izuku walk towards the group. You were sitting on the rock by the lake, drinking a bottle of water to stay hydrated in the heat of the sun. When you saw him your heart skipped a beat. His curls were still damp, since he probably didn’t have time to dry his hair fully after his shower. And even though he was wearing what he usually wore there was something different... maybe it was the lighting... or the way he was looking at you. His eyes were slightly raised in surprise and his jaw was slack with his lips parted slightly. You stood up, forgetting what you were wearing as you were just happy to see him, and sprinted up to him. His slack jaw tensed up as he started to smile brightly.

“Woah, woah...”, he chuckled as you practically ran into his chest, making him stumble back a bit. Kirishima and Sero snickered as they kept on walking.

“Hi.”, you grinned.

“Hi.”, he replied sweetly, “You look... very pretty.” A pink tint dusted across his cheeks as he said so.

“Thank you.”, you smiled and took his hand, “You’re very pretty too.” The way your cheeks grew tomato red made him snort to try to contain his laughter.

“Let’s go, princess.”, he smiled and started to walk to the rest of the group with his hand still in yours. Princess... that’s a new one. You decided on the spot that it was your new favorite.

Katsuki Bakugo.

Everyone knows that Katsuki has a huge soft spot for you, but not a lot of people know that he’s not as mean as he acts and looks. At least not to you, again; he had a bit of a sweet spot for you. Yes, he could still have one hell of an attitude and he definitely had anger issues... but the important part was that he was trying for you. So he already had a soft spot for you, so of course your friends wanted to get a real reaction out of him. What if we turn the soft spot even more soft? They put you in a short, light brown, plaid skirt that flaired out and accentuated your hips. Along with that they put you in one of Katsuki’s white button ups, which you had stolen from him because it smelled like him (and you might’ve slept in it), and over that they layered a knitted sweater in a shade of light pink which was tucked into the skirt. Mina gave you a pair of her chunky white sneakers to pair with the outfit.

“You look so cute!”, Ochaco exclaimed as Mina started doing your make up.

“Guys, I don’t know if I can go out in this... he’s probably not going to react anyways.”, you sighed.

“I did not put in this much effort for you to back out now.”, Jirou stared you down.

“Exactly.”, Momo and Tsu nodded.

“Even if he doesn’t react, you look very cute!”, Toru assured you. After the girls pleaded with you, you decided to go through with it.

You walked over to the common area, where Katsuki was trying to read his book while Denki and Kirishima was playing videogames on the same couch. The way he furrowed his eyebrows to try to focus better was somehow the most adorable thing you had ever seen in your life. You looked back at the girls who were watching you from the stairs up to the dorm rooms. With a sigh, you started walking past... he didn’t even look up from his book. You looked back at the girls again and Ochaco mouthed “Plan B” at you, so you started walking to the kitchen. The thing was that you really wanted no one else to see you like this except for your boyfriend... and if you called on him, Kirishima and Denki would look up too... but you did promise the girls...

“Hey, Katsuki!”, you said from the cupboards as you tried to reach the top shelf, “Could you help me get a glass?” Katsuki looked up from his book and took a double look at you. After just a few seconds his face was completely red. After not answering for a while it caught the other boys’ attention and they looked over at him. When they saw that his face started to resemble Kirishima’s hair they looked over at you, though you didn’t notice since you were still trying to reach a glass. Denki let out a low whistle, without thinking, and at the speed of lightning a red pair of eyes stared him down. You finally looked over at them, with blushing cheeks. Katsuki was walking over to you as Denki stared at him like a scared puppy. Katsuki positioned himself behind you, one hand on your waist and one hand reaching up to grab a glass for you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and whispered:

“Is that the shirt I’ve been looking for?”, he pulled at the collar of the white button-up.

“Maybe...”, you whispered back, quite enjoying the attention you were getting from him.

“Well... you do look really fucking good in it, but I’m gonna need that back. Come to my room later?”, he let his hand slowly slip down from your waist before taking his hand completely off of you.

“Okay.”, you choked out, now it was your turn to blush like crazy.

“Great.”, he smiled and walked back to the couch to get back to reading, “What the fuck are you looking at!?”, he shouted at the guys and they quickly looked back to their game. Well... it worked.

Shoto Todoroki

You and Shoto weren’t a very open couple, in the means that you didn’t show each other off that much. It didn’t mean that you didn’t appreciate each other, you were just both kind of awkward about it. People didn’t even know that you were dating until you casually said something about it a few months ago, even though you had dated for over a year suddenly everyone wanted to see you two together. That’s why you were here now, in Jirou’s room. Some of the girls were looking through her warderobe for your outfit.

“Tell me why we’re doing this again?”, you sighed as you got more comfortable on Jirou’s bed.

“You don’t usually dress like this, so...”, Mina picked up a skirt, “We think that it’ll get a reaction out of your boyfriend.”

“Why do you have to get a reaction out of him?”, you flop down on your back.

“Because it’s not fair that only you get to see the super cute stuff you two do.”, Toru argued.

“Isn’t that what a relationship is, though? Being comfortable with each other?”, you sighed.

“Don’t you want to show him off a little, though? You’re dating one of the most attractive boys in UA.”, Ochaco sat down next to you on the bed.

“... maybe.”, you muttered.

“Then let’s get going, we don’t have all day!”, Momo exclaimed happily.

You actually found something that you would be semi-confident in. It was a short, tight, plaid skirt and a studded black leather belt. The skirt was dark blue and black, along with a bit of white. The top, however, was a bit harder for you to accept. It was just a black tube top, but it was very cropped and that was a little too much for you. So you went to your room and grabbed the jean jacket that Shoto had let you borrow and you had just forgotten about giving it back. When you came back Mina was ready with make up in her hands and Jirou showed you a pair of leather boots which you could borrow. With a sigh you sat down in front of Mina and let her to your make up.

After your make over the girls followed you as you walked down the stairs to the common area. You were supposed to go with Shoto to get cold soba together, so he was waiting for you there. He looked up as he saw you walk down the stairs and his jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes widened.

“Ready to go?”, you smiled innocently.

“Um... yeah... yeah, let’s go.”, he nodded.

During the entire date he didn’t look away from you, he didn’t even care if someone else was looking at you. He just wrapped an arm around you or took your hand in his. Almost like he was saying: “you can look but she’s all mine”, which if you were being honest felt a little bit nice...

When you got back at the dorms you were smiling like crazy, and even Shoto wore a small smile on his lips. You said goodnight and Shoto was about to walk up the stairs when you stopped him.

“Wait!”, you exclaimed, “Your jacket.”, you took off the jean jacket and handed it to him. This was really just an excuse to see him for a bit longer.

“Thank you but...”, he wrapped the jacket around you again and kept his hands on your shoulders, “... I think it suits you.” He pulled you in by the collar of the jacket and placed a kiss on your lips ever so softly and longingly. You kept your eyes closed for a bit after he pulled a way, which earned you a chuckle from Shoto. He gave you a little peck to your lips and this time it was your turn to chuckle.

“You looked very cute today...”, he leaned his forehead against yours, “... but don’t feel the need to dress up for me. I love you no matter what.” That was the first time he’d ever said he loved you.

“I love you too.”, you whispered as you rested your palms against his chest, “... no matter what.” He gave you another quick but loving kiss.

“Keep the jacket.”, he whispered against your lips. You watched him hesitantely pull away from you and start to walk up the stairs.

“Goodnight.”, you said.

“Goodnight.”, he replied.

Once you were in your room you threw yourself on your bed after kicking Jirou’s shoes off your feet. A squeal escaped your lips as you thought back to what just happened. A buzz from your phone interupted your wandering thoughts. Just hand me the clothes tomorrow, here are some pics ;)

It was Jirou. Along with the text a few pictures followed... of you and Shoto right now in the lobby. A smile spread across your lips as youmade sure to screenshot all of them.

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shadow-dancing · 4 years

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Guitar Man (Taeil)

Listen: Guitar Man ; Every time I’m With You ; New Kid in Town

Genre: white collar worker!Taeil, guitarist!Taeil, some angst, moonlighting Words: 2, 217

It was another crowded night at Pandora's Box, the pub in town that your uncle owned. Lately there has been a guitar playing man who was drawing in hoards of people to visit, & your uncle couldn't be happier by the boom in business. You weren't into pubs or bars—the stale air & smell of booze was a big turn off for your sensitive sense of smell, & the songs that usually blared at a billion decibels were not your cup of tea. Your uncle was singing this guitar man praises every night when he came home from work, & it was driving you slightly mad.

Your friend, Taeyong, was absolutely floored that you have never heard this person live when your uncle literally ran the place. "Come on, Y/N, the guy's great! Just go listen once, trust me."

You gave in after 3 weeks, & visited the establishment on a Monday night where you hoped the crowds would be less compared to the weekends. The pub air hit your nostrils like a sucker punch & you silently gagged as you made your way to the bar. You recognized the bartender, it was Johnny, the gentle giant whom you've known since your uncle opened the place about 3 years ago.

"Hey Y/N! What're you doing here?" Johnny asked with a wave. He was aware you were not a big fan of pubs.

"Came to see the newest sensation, of course," you smiled wryly, sitting gingerly on the bar stool.

"Ah, Taeil. He's great, the bars been busier than Times Square on New Year's Eve these past weeks. I think boss is considering hiring him permanently," Johnny nodded. "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

"I'll get Kun to make some fish & chips for you."

Soon you were tucking into your fish & chips with some iced Ribena. It was starting to get really crowded, & Johnny eventually got busy enough that he was making 3 drinks at the same time. You were tempted to leave; the amount of people in the relatively large space was probably over the maximum capacity at this point, & people had to jostle their ways around trying to find seats. At 7:45 the band that was playing stopped, said their thanks, & got off the stage. A relatively short young man, clad in a striped shirt under an oversized denim jacket & his dark hair side swept, took their place, a black guitar case slung over his shoulder & a bottle of water in hand. The crowd started murmuring excitedly, which gave you all you needed to know—this young man was Taeil. You were startled by his appearance when he turned around—he was wearing a white half mask to cover the upper half of his face.

Taeil adjusted the mic to fit his smaller stature, & perched on the stool that had been brought out for him. You watched as he produced an acoustic guitar from the case, & tuned it. He cleared his throat, took a quick sip of water, cleared his throat once more, & leaned into the mic a little.

"Good evening everyone—"

The crowd interrupted him with hoots & cheers. You rolled your eyes. Let the man speak, dammit.

Taeil smiled politely as the cheers died down. "I hope you all enjoy yourselves tonight."

You pushed aside your empty plate, sipping your drink. A hush fell over the crowd as Taeil started playing.

"Are we going insane? Do we need to explain? I feel like we know it."

Your heart leaped. Taeyong & Johnny were wrong—he wasn't just good, he was damn good. The crowd slowed their activities, their eyes trained on him as he sang. The kitchen grew quieter as Johnny & Kun paused a moment to listen.

"I could lose it all it won't be daunting Somehow I don't think I'd even care Cuz every time I'm with you I feel wanted We could make believers if we dared"

As he finished the song, the people sighed; some wiped their tears & kissed their significant others, while others wallowed in loneliness. Taeil realized the mixed reaction & wanted to stammer an apology, but the crowd burst into applause & screamed for another song. He took a swig of water & started on the next song.

"Baby I don't know why, but somehow I always seem to get tangled up in my pride"

Taeil's set ended at 9.30, much to the dismay of the crowd. He waved shyly as he hopped off the stage & disappeared through a back door. Johnny & Kun resumed their work. & you gulped down the rest of your drink. Taeil's set was over, there no longer was a reason to hang around. As you lay in bed later that night, your heart was still pounding, the sweet vocals resonating in you ears.

You found yourself at the pub after work the next day. Johnny looked up as you approached, & you knew he could tell you couldn't get enough of Taeil. At the same time as yesterday, Taeil took the stage at 7:45, & today he asked the band to accompany him as he played a rendition of Got My Mind Set On You, Oh Pretty Woman, & Part Time Lover.

"Okay break time everyone! I need to hydrate!" Taeil laughed, leaving the mic.

He squeezed past his adoring fans & made it to the bar, where he asked for some lemon tea. Johnny handed it to him, & he downed it pretty fast, almost choking on the ice.

"You okay?" You asked, offering some serviettes.

"Yeah, fine. Forgot my bottle," Taeil reassured. He flashed you a smile, before heading off to the stage again.

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Taeil scrubbed a hand over his eyes as the sun started to hang low. Work was exhausting as always, & he was more than ready to just up & leave the place. He glanced at his watch—4:55PM. 5 more minutes & he could clock out. He looked around to see what his colleagues were up to; Jungwoo was yawning widely as he typed away at his laptop, Yuta was scrawling away busily on some paper, probably doodling, & Jaehyun had his earphones plugged in—Taeil could make out some TV drama playing on Jaehyun's Netflix account. Taeil exhaled, glancing at his watch again.

Another 2 minutes to freedom.

He pushed his papers aside, pulling out a binder full of guitar chords from his bag. He flipped through the sheets to find a song to play at the pub. Are You Lonesome Tonight seemed good for a first song, maybe for the second song he could play—

"Aw yes! Finally time to leave this place!" Yuta announced loudly, standing up to stretch his arms.

"Not so loud! Do you want the boss to hear?" Taeil hissed, putting a finger to his lips.

"He left like 45 minutes ago," Jungwoo pointed out, shutting off his laptop.

"What? Really?" Jaehyun asked, taking his earphones out.

"Seriously? I thought you were watching that stupid TV drama because you knew he was gone!" Jungwoo exclaimed.

"No, I watched it because I don't want to do work. Tomorrow's a holiday for heaven's sakes why are we even here when we could've taken the day off."

"Oh whatever let's just get out of here," Yuta grumbled, packing up. "The pool table at Daydream is calling my name."

"Taeil, you joining us for pool?" Jungwoo asked. "Yuta is gonna go up against Doyoung later."

"No it's fine, I have something to do tonight. I'll see you all tomorrow, bye," Taeil said as he walked out the door.

He quickly got into his car, & drove home for a quick rinse. He found a clean shirt & threw on a black jacket & was out the door again with his guitar in hand. He was glad the owner of Pandora's Box let him play; he was tired of the tedious routine of his work days, & playing for the crowd for 1.5 hours was the one thing he looked forward to everyday, even if it meant he had to take a 2 hour drive to the pub. He had chanced upon the pub after the previous place he used to frequent got shut down due to poor business. He didn't even realize the crowds got less, as he was so focused on his playing.

Traffic was lighter than usual today, to which Taeil chalked up to being related to tomorrow being a public holiday, & most probably took the day off to make it a long weekend. He parked in his usual spot, & entered the front discreetly. It was pretty early, so there were only a handful of people inside. Johnny, the bartender, looked up as Taeil approached.

"Hey man, you're early today," he noted.

"Yeah, traffic was good. Can I get some water?"

Johnny slid him a glass of water.

"Is that musician gonna play tonight?"

Taeil almost choked on his water as he accidentally eavesdropped on the conversation of the fellas at the table behind him.

"I should think so."

"Tsk. What's so great about him? He just sings songs & strums his guitar. Anyone can do it!"

"Uh, I mean, not everyone has the—"

"Pass me a guitar & I could sing as good as him."

"Can you even play guitar."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes it does, you nitwit."

Taeil was mildly amused by the exchange, but also by the fact they thought they might like to take his place. In no way did he believe he was superior over them, but being a musician wasn't as easy as prancing on the stage with a guitar.

He wowed the crowd as always that night, and at 9.25 he looked at his binder stuffed with sheet music. What shall his final song be?

You watched intently form your seat, Taeyong cheering next to you; Taeil was absolutely glowing tonight, & everyone was all ears. He sang Elvis, & even played Piano Man by Billy Joel. You noticed the crowd seemed to be a little thin today, yet it didn't faze Taeil. He adjusted his mask, & picked up his guitar. A familiar set of chords filled your ears, & you inhale deeply.

"There's talk on the street it sounds so familiar. Great expectations, everybody's watching you."

You bit your lip slightly. What could Taeil possibly mean by playing this song? Was it just a song for tonight or did he have some intention to sing it?

"Johnny come lately The new kid in town Everybody loves you So don't let them down"

The rest of the crowd did not seem to be worried by the song. After all, why should they? The guitar man was simply here to serenade them with his angelic vocals to help them forget about life for a while. You take a swig of your Ribena. You were probably just overthinking things. After all, this song was about fleeting romance. You glanced at Taeyong briefly, & he catches your eye. He smiles, & you feel your heart skip a beat.

"There's talk on the street, it's there to remind you Doesn't really matter which side you're on You're walking away, and they're talking behind you They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along"

As the pub emptied for closing, Taeil sat at the bar with a glass of water. Johnny was mopping up the beer some patron had spilled all over the floor, grumbling about how uncouth some people can get. Kun was singing softly in the kitchen as he washed up the dirty dishes in the sink, while his kitchen assistants cleaned the stoves & countertops. Taeil thumbed the rim of his glass, suddenly tired. Boy was he glad tomorrow was a holiday cuz he intended to sleep in late.

"You did well today, Taeil," the bar owner said as he rearranged the tables & chairs.

"Thank you, sir."

"Is something wrong?"

"Not at all, sir, just tired," Taeil admitted.

"Not surprised, you did go all out tonight," the owner nodded. "If you're too tired to make the drive home I think Johnny can let you stay in his place, can you Johnny?"

Johnny gave a thumbs up.

"Nah, I think I'll be fine."

The lightbulb above Taeil flickered. The bar owner frowned at it, muttering he should get a replacement bulb for that. Taeil stayed until the owner had to escort his employees out. Sitting in the driver seat of his car, Taeil watched as the lights went out before starting his car.

It was time to leave.

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"Is the Guitar Man coming back?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"I hope he does. He was fantastic."

Johnny looked up. The crowds were less now that Taeil hasn't returned to play for the past 5 days. The boss had called Taeil out of concern 3 days ago, lord knows what could've happened that night that he insisted on driving back despite his tiredness, & Taeil answered that he’s gone elsewhere to play. The boss was disappointed, but understood that sensations tend to fade out after their 15 minutes of fame.

Johnny returned to his chores; he too had been disappointed to hear Taeil left to go elsewhere to sing. Maybe one day the guitar man would return.

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is0gild · 4 years

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 14

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 5,299

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

I consider myself a pacifist. A live-and-let-live sort of person. I wouldn't hurt a flea.

"Oh Anna? Precious baby sister of mine, apple of my eye, fruit of my heart… would you come over here for a moment? I want to show you something."

When it comes to Anna however…

"Yes Elsa? Dearest big sis, uh… pop-tart of my soul, chicken nugget of my… nose. Might I first ask what precisely it is that you wish to show me?"

Anna I would hurt. Especially when she royally deserves it.

"My fingers wrapping around your throat and squeezing. Hard."

"Ya know, as fun as that does sound, I think I'll pass."

"Come here, you little-" I snarled, dropping the sugary-sweet facade and making a lunge for her over the couch that she'd been keeping between me and her. She squeaked and jumped backwards out of my reach, nearly toppling over Rayne's coffee table but with a flail of her arms, barely managed to stay upright. I banged my fist against a cushion, narrowing my eyes on her and huffing through my nose. Then I bolted to the left and Anna immediately took off to the right, staying ahead of me as I chased her around the sofa a couple times. From the kitchen, Rayne, Riku, and Lea observed silently from their seats around the dining table as they munched on some popcorn.

The two of us came to a stop after a few laps, still (much to my annoyance) on opposite sides of the couch. Panting to catch her breath, Anna snapped, "I dunno why you're so frigging mad even, I was only trying to help!"

"Help?!" I scoffed, placing my hands on the backrest of the sofa, my fingers crushing the pillows. "You nearly gave Uncle Weselton a heart attack and killed him!"

She looked away, razzing her tongue. "Eh, I woulda been doing the world a favor."

"Anna!"

"What?! The old geezer was fine, wasn't he? Only blacked out for like a minute tops! Then he was back up and marching out of the place in a huff all," she lifted her nose into the air and her voice got deep and snooty in her best impersonation of the Duke as she stabbed an index finger up high, "when your father and mother hear about this, young lady, there will be a reckoning! You hear me? A reckoning! Blah, blah, blah, my nose is too big and my combover looks like hamster roadkill!"

My eyelids drooped. "...his exact words."

"Oh yeah, verbatim."

Growling, I suddenly vaulted over the furniture-turned-barricade in an attempt to catch her off guard, but she was ready for the surprise attack. In the blink of an eye, she'd turned, bounded over the coffee table and darted into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in my face just as I got to it. I jiggled the knob, but it was already locked. Banging both my hands against the wooden surface, I yelled, "Dammit, Anna, you can't hide in there forever!"

"I can and I will!" her voice came back muffled from the other side. "I got running water in here, baby! I can stay hydrated, shower… just you watch, I'll survive in here for years!"

I crossed my arms, scowling at the door. "And what, pray tell, are you going to do for food?"

There was a long pause. Then, "...Floss! That's right! I'll slurp it up like spaghetti! Shampoo will be my sauce and crushed-up toilet paper will be my meatballs!"

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I grumbled, "You can't eat toiletries, Anna."

"Try and stop me!"

I twitched. Then I reeled an arm back, zero-point-two seconds away from breaking the stupid door down through sheer force of will alone, but a hand on my elbow brought me up short. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw it was Rayne. She greeted me with a small, gentle smile, "How 'bout we have a seat and cool off for a second, huh sweetpea?"

Her soft but firm grasp on my arm pulled me towards the kitchen, my feet dragging while I glared back at the bathroom door as I was taken away from it. When we reached the dining table, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down, forcing me to take a seat in one of the chairs.

Right next to Lea.

Which had the unfortunate side effect of reminding me of his existence. That he'd been here this whole time, watching me spend the last ten minutes or so trying to murder my own sister.

"Oh gosh, you must think I'm a crazy person," I groaned, burying my face in my hands as Rayne took a seat on my other side.

I heard him chuckle and I peeked out between my fingers to see him flashing me a grin. "Not at all! I actually kind of like seeing this side of you, El. It's fun!"

For a guy who'd just had it sprung on him that he was my boyfriend and one true love, he was taking it with a surprising amount of ease and good humor. That is, once he'd gotten past the initial shock, of course. In fact, now that he knew what was going on, he even seemed to find the whole thing funny. I wished I could laugh so easily at this big mess Anna had put us in.

Speaking of the little brat, as soon as the Duke had stormed out of the mall, she'd made a pretty hasty retreat herself, saying she'd see me back at my apartment. I think she'd hoped Rayne would keep me from slaughtering her. Unfortunately for her, it seemed my roomie was less interested in keeping her alive and more so in just watching the live entertainment unfold in her own living room.

Lea averted his gaze now, rubbing the nape of his neck, "So… a fiancé, huh?"

Oh. Right. Then there was the fact that he was just finding out about all of that too.

Feeling a tiny blush creep up into my face, I quickly hid it by looking down at my fingers fidgeting in my lap. "Uh… no. I mean, yes. I mean, not... anymore, that is. More of an… ex-fiancé now."

"That's good." Even as the words were leaving his mouth, he stiffened and winced, tacking on hastily, "Just cuz… ya know, sounds like a relationship you, er… didn't wanna be in! So it's good you got out of it! That's all, heh!"

"Yeah, I suppose." Sighing, I shook my head, "In any case, I am so sorry Anna dragged you into all of this. I don't know what she was thinking! Only trying to help," I repeated her words with a roll of my eyes, "ha! Her help," air quotes, "was a total disaster. A trainwreck, a catastrophe! We're talking the Titanic meets the Hindenburg! We're talking-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay, really!" Lea placed a comforting hand on my arm. "I don't mind. And I'm sure it's not all that terrible."

With a grimace, I said, "You don't understand. It was already bad enough that this is how my parents found out where I disappeared to and what I've been doing. But now Anna's made things a thousand times worse! I can't put off talking to them anymore. Now I have to go see them and, on top of trying to make them understand why I ran away, I have to explain that Anna was just making things up and-"

"Or," Rayne cut me off, reaching for the bowl of popcorn in the center of the table, "you could just, ya know…" she tossed one into her mouth with a shrug, "...not."

I stared at her blankly. "...I'm sorry, what now?"

"You heard me."

"You want me to lie to them?!" I asked aghast as I tugged at my hair, still in its ponytail from work.

"Well, not so much lie as…" she paused, pursing her lips to one side for a second before her eyes lit up, "as let them believe something that is not wholly true and just not correcting them!"

I gaped at her.

Apparently, Anna's lunacy was contagious now.

"...this is insane. Riku, tell your wife the words that are coming out of her mouth are insane."

He choked on the puffed kernel he'd just popped into his mouth. Coughing and thumping his chest with a fist, he then waved his hands back and forth in front of him, "Oh-ho, no, I'm staying out of this. I'm just here for the snacks." I narrowed my eyes at him and he shrugged. "What, it's not like I'm going to disagree with the future mother of my child."

Lea sniggered and made a whip noise with the accompanying hand motion. Rayne chucked some popcorn at his face while Riku merely raised a glass in his direction, "Damn right, and happily so."

"Come on, this is serious!" I turned my frown on Rayne, "In what possible universe does letting my parents think I ran out on my wedding to be with some random mystery guy help this situation even remotely?"

She smirked, "Think about it, boo. Your uncle has probably already told them by now. The damage is done. In fact, it might do more harm than good at this point if you tried to backtrack and tell them you deceived them by-"

"That I deceived them?!" I shot up to my feet, crisscrossing my arms over my chest and swiping my hands out wide in opposite directions, "No, no, no, this was all Anna! She was the one to make it all up, I had nothing to do with it!"

"Why then didn't you tell your uncle that before he left?" she cocked her head, arching an eyebrow at me.

I blanched before glancing away, my fingers absently drifting up to tangle themselves into the tip of my ponytail once more. "Well, I… that is, he just left so... so quickly! I didn't have time to, uh... a-and he was so mad, I couldn't get a- I mean, I was still getting over the… the shock of what Anna had- and then I was just so relieved the Duke was o-okay that I just didn't even think to-"

"Mm-hm," Rayne's eyelids drooped. "Sweetie, if you can't even explain yourself to me, how do you hope to even have a snowball's chance in hell of making a case to your parents?"

I collapsed back down into the chair with a heavy thud and slumped forward, elbows on the table and fingernails raking into my scalp, "Oh gosh, I'm an accomplice. I'm complicit in Anna's harebrained scheme. This is my nightmare."

I felt Rayne's hand patting me on the head. "There, there. It's not the end of the world. And as… misguided as Anna's attempt to help was, she may have actually done you a bit of a favor."

I looked up at her incredulously. "How?"

"Alright," she propped her chin in her palm, "say you went to your parents right now and told them the truth. There is no other guy. You're just not in love with your ex and don't want to marry him, plain and simple. What would they do? Accept it and be happy for you?"

"Of course they-" my eyes widened as the words died on my tongue. Then I was slowly shaking my head, "...no. No they wouldn't. Actually, they'd probably still try to force me to marry him."

She wrinkled her nose with a frown, "Thought so. Cuz there's no obstacle right now. Nothing standing in the way except a measly thing like your feelings. And in the silver-spooned world you come from, I imagine feelings are a luxury."

A heavy sigh escaped me, "More or less."

"But thanks to Anna, you now have a big mountain of a bad-boy boyfriend-shaped obstacle that makes it a lot harder for them to argue with. Ta-da!" she swept her hands out in a flourish towards Lea, whose head rocked back as he blinked.

Scratching a spot behind his ear with a tiny laugh, he said, "Oh c'mon, Raindrop! Bad boy? I dunno about that. Maybe a year or two ago..."

"Yeah yeah," her hand batted the air dismissively, "you've turned over a new leaf or whatever, but her folks don't know that! And with that wild red mane of yours and all that guyliner, you can still easily look the part. We don't need some nice-guy goody two-shoes who looks like he'll just let Momma and Poppa Fryse walk all over him. We need someone who'll scare 'em and make them back off and let Elsa live her own life."

"Exactly!" Anna's voice suddenly rang out and we all turned in our seats to find she'd crept out of the safety of the bathroom at some point to stealthily eavesdrop from behind the couch. "That's what I was friggin' trying to explain before you so rudely- eep!" she yelped as I stood up from my chair. Then she all but blurred back into the restroom, banging the door closed behind her again.

Damn right, you better run, twerp.

But she couldn't escape my righteous fury for long. The little punk had to be brought to justice. To do that however, I'd need to lure her out of hiding first.

...and I knew just how to do it too.

A wicked smirk tugging at my lips now, I turned and stomped across the kitchen, calling out loudly, "I'm too angry to keep talking about this right now! I'm taking a walk to clear my head!"

Reaching the front door, I opened it before slamming it shut again with me still inside the apartment. I spun back around to face the others, holding an index finger up to my lips.

Be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm hunting Annas.

My eyes darted over to the bathroom door. It didn't budge. Clever girl, not being so quick to fall for the oldest trick in the book. After a few seconds of zero movement from the target, I then twirled my finger to the other three, gesturing for them to get conversation rolling again as I used my other hand to quietly slip my shoes off.

Taking the cue, Lea's gaze drifted from me over to Rayne, "So, uh… what are we thinking here? Just put on a lil show for Mom and Pop, one and done and we're out?"

"That might not be enough," she replied as I gave them all the thumbs up before swiftly sneaking past them back towards the living room, my bare feet silent against the floor. "Think about it. Sounds like Elsa's deranged grunkle hired someone to follow her for days. For all we know, her shadow might still be keeping tabs on her at the old coot's request. If you two don't look and act like a googly-eyed couple twenty-four seven, then the jig is up. He'll know Anna made up the whole thing. No, I think what we need here is a long con. To sell this, you two are gonna have to be all lovey-dovey out in public, around the mall, everywhere and at all times."

I'm sorry, we have to what now?!

I stumbled, but managed to steady myself and stay upright, thankfully all still without making a sound. I whipped around to glare at Rayne. She grinned and winked back, waggling her fingers at me in a sly little wave.

My murder list now officially had two names on it.

Rayne was just lucky Anna was more of a priority at the moment. I'd just have to deal with my evil roomie and the inane turn to this whole conversation later. Heaving a soft sigh through my nose, I turned my back on them once more and finished stealthing my way towards my bedroom. Once inside, I closed my door most of the way, leaving it open a sliver of a crack for me to peek out through.

And now the deadly hunter hides in wait for her prey to boldly but unwisely venture forth into the open once more.

"I dunno," Lea rubbed a knuckle to his chin, "would people buy that? I mean, we haven't exactly been acting all couply up until now. Wouldn't it be weird if we just started to randomly out of the blue? Especially considering the story's that she apparently ran out on the wedding to be with me."

She shrugged, "Easily explained. Clearly, Elsa was just worried about word of her torrid affair getting back to her ex. She didn't want him to feel like you two were just flaunting your love and rubbing his nose in it. She was trying to keep it on the DL for the sake of his feelings. But now that the cat's out of the bag, there's no reason to sneak around anymore. You two can now sing your love from the rooftops for all the world to see!"

My left eye ticked.

There would be so much killing before this day was done.

I'd paint the walls of this apartment red with the blood of my sister and my best friend.

I was pulled from my homicidal yet decorative thoughts as I heard a tiny, almost inaudible creak beyond my door from somewhere off to the right. I held my breath. Could it be? Had the mouse braved leaving her hidey-hole? Given my sight into the living room was very limited currently, I had no visual on her yet, so all I could do was wait and hope.

Riku chimed in now, "Honestly, I don't even think most people will be all that surprised. Sora and Kairi actually even had a bet going on between them. He thought it wouldn't be long before you two start dating."

"And Kairi didn't think so?"

"No, she thought you already were."

There! Anna slowly tiptoed into view as she made her way towards the kitchen, her back to me and head swishing to and fro with every careful step she took. Probably sensing a trap, but unable to spot me so deciding to risk it.

Little fool.

Silently pulling my own door open just enough for me to slip back out, I started creeping up behind her.

Lea snorted, "Alright, but some people know for a fact we were never dating. Take the kiddos for example. You think we're gonna be able to pull the wool over their eyes? Maybe they should be let in on the secret."

"Nope," Rayne leaned forward, folding her arms together on top of the table. "This shouldn't leave this room. If the wicked grunkle does still have a tail on Elsa, what if they start discreetly asking questions around the mall? Trust me, the less people know you two are only pretend dating, the better. Besides, you so sure that's what Xion and Rox think? Is it really so hard to believe you were keeping your blossoming romance a secret, even from them? I mean, come on, don't forget what happened on Elsa's first day of work now."

I froze mid-step a few scant inches behind Anna now, my eyes growing round.

Fudge.

Lea cleared his throat into his fist, eyes darting about. "I'm... not sure I entirely know what you're referring to."

I sure as heck did. And without a doubt, he did too. He was probably just trying to be a gentleman.

Rayne, on the other hand, had no such decorum.

"Oh really?" she smirked. Feeling the blood draining from my face, I started swiping my hand back and forth across my throat, rapidly shaking my head at her. Rayne either did not see or did not care. My guess? The latter. "Then allow me to refresh your memory." Now I started gesticulating wildly for her to cram it, my arms frantically but silently flailing about like a mime caught in a blender. Still Rayne pressed on, "You. Her. Lip-locked in the food court within ten seconds of first laying eyes on one another. Ring any-"

"They did what?!" Anna screeched out in glee.

Great. Now Anna knew about the Kissadent. Something I hadn't wanted her to find out about. Like, ever.

My fingers curled, strangling the air in Rayne's direction. Then with a muted growl, I stomped my foot against the carpet.

It wasn't loud.

But it was enough.

Anna spun on her heel with a gasp, blanching at the sight of me. Her eyes flicked towards the bathroom before trying to make a break for it, but I jumped in front of her, blocking her escape route. She then held up her hands and started backing away as I slowly stalked towards her. A nervous chuckle escaped her, "Now, now, Sis! J-just remember that-" the back of her leg bumped against the couch and she fell over backwards onto it. Recovering quickly, she scrambled up over its backrest, crash landing to the floor on the other side. Back on her feet in a flash, she continued in reverse towards the kitchen, "-that you love m-me!"

As I climbed over the sofa after her, she took the opportunity to drop down, scrabble under the dining table and pop up on the other side, putting it between me and her. I gave her a sickeningly sweet smile as I leaned forward, placing my hands on top of the table. "I also love piñatas. Love smashing them open and spilling their rainbow, candied guts across the ground."

Anna gulped. "But you… you couldn't really just, ya know… kill me… r-right?"

"Oh no, I couldn't just kill you… first I'd draw and quarter you, flay you alive, dip you in liquid nitrogen, snap every frozen limb off your body one by one, and then I'd kill you."

"Shit, El, remind me never to get on your bad side," Lea laughed.

Right? Who knew I could be so murdery? Crud, do I need to see a therapist?

Whatever, no time to think about my worryingly homicidal tendencies right now. I had a little sister to eradicate.

I charged around the table towards her. She shrieked, booking it and we circled the kitchen a few times. However, I was gaining fast. Soon, sweet sweet vengeance would be mine. Just another few seconds and-

"Alright, that's enough!" Rayne suddenly shouted, rocketing up out of her chair. Anna hid behind her and my feet skidded to a stop in front of my roommate. "Do I have to separate you two? Put you in opposite corners of the room to stare at the wall and think about what you've done?"

"She's the one who started it!" I snapped, glaring at Anna.

Her mature and oh so dignified response was to blow a raspberry at me over Rayne's shoulder.

My nostrils flared and I lunged at her. However, I was brought up short by an abrupt burst of pain in my upper ear. Took me a second to realize Rayne was pinching it with a scowl. And her other hand? Giving one of Anna's ears the same punishment. "Okay, seriously, you both need to stop. Now. Otherwise I'll… I'll send you to your rooms without dinner!"

Anna rolled her eyes, "Pfffft, you can't do that, it's not like you're my- ow, ow, ow!" I took it Rayne had squeezed her ear harder.

"Oooo, busted!" Lea snerked at us.

Rayne's death glare landed on him. "You want a piece of this, Red?!"

He paled, tossing his hands up in surrender.

Mama Bear Rayne had awoken. May whatever divine entity that watched over the universe from up on high have mercy on our poor, wretched souls.

With a huff, she forced us both to sit down, me back in my chair, Anna taking the one Rayne had just vacated. "You two are going to settle this, right here, right now." Anna pouted, crossing her arms and slouching down into her seat while I simply harrumphed and looked away. Rayne sighed, "...Anna, is there something you'd like to say to your sister?"

The silence stretched. Then finally, begrudgingly, "Sorry… for lying to Weaseltown about you and Lea or whatever."

Golly gee, so heartfelt.

Rayne cleared her throat and nudged my shoulder. "Elsa?"

My face scrunched up, but then I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, grumbling, "...sorry for trying to kill you or whatever."

"There! Perfect," Rayne happily chirped, bowing to wrap her arms around both our shoulders and hug us close to her. "One big happy family again! So glad that silliness is now all over and done with!"

Oh-ho, this was far from over.

Just you wait, Anna. I will be revenged.

Straightening back up with a single clap of her hands, Rayne went on, "Okay! Now that we've put that dumb lil spat behind us, we can get back to what's important!" She gestured between Lea and me, "You two going make-believe steady!"

Ugh. How quickly she flipped that switch from angry parent scolding children to utter loon spouting off crackpot ideas. I blamed the baby hormones.

"No!" I stated firmly. "Absolutely not! I am not going through with it! It's ridiculous, I refuse!"

"And give me one good reason why not," she said as she walked over to Riku who took her hand and gently pulled her down to sit in his lap, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Because it's the stupidest plan ever!"

She scoffed, "I said a good reason. That's just an opinion, and a wrong one at that."

I frowned, gnawing on my lower lip. "Because… because…"

Because I potentially had the warm fuzzies for Lea and I might just completely short circuit if he and I had to act like boyfriend and girlfriend.

But I couldn't say that.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and another thought struck me. I seized it like a drowning woman clings to a life preserver in a hurricane. "Ah! Because Lea hasn't agreed to any of this either!" I declared triumphantly to her before turning to him. "Listen, thank you, it's been sweet of you to humor the nutty pregnant lady this whole time, really, but you can stop now. You don't have to do this. It's okay, we all know you'd rather not."

He tipped his head to one side. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

My gaze averted and I gave a tiny shrug. "Well, you know… you're focusing on your schoolwork at the moment and have that whole… dating embargo thing going on, girls are a distraction and whatnot... I mean, I know it'd only be pretend, but still-"

"Wait, wait, hang on," he held up a hand, blinking a couple times at me. "How do you know I'm not dating at the moment?"

"What, like it's some big secret?" Rayne snerked. "Please, it's public knowledge."

His eyes darted back and forth between us, his brow furrowing. "You two were talking about it? How'd that even come up?"

Abort! Abort! He asks about that which he must never know!

Rayne brushed off, "Don't flatter yourself, Red, it was just girl talk. We also talked about what a cute butt Ventus has!"

I stiffened and scowled at her. "I most certainly did-" I hissed out in pain as she kicked me under the table.

"See?" Rayne grinned brightly.

Not. That was the word my sentence was supposed to end in. Not. I most certainly had not been talking about Ventus's posterior or anyone else's for that matter!

"You wanna run that by me again?" Riku drawled, eyelids drooping at her.

"Shush now, don't be jelly, you know I'll always think your tush is the cutest!" she cooed, pinching his cheek.

Bleh. TMI. Gross.

Lea seemed to be of the same mind as me, if the look on his face was any clue. Shaking his head and ruffling his fingers through his hair, he glanced back towards me, "Anyway… look, if this gets you out of a tough spot, I wouldn't mind. This… wouldn't be a distraction. This is just helping out a friend. I can always make time for that!"

Both eyebrows shot up my forehead. "...you'd really do that? Go along with this absolutely bonkers plan for who knows how long... all just for my sake?"

"Well yeah," he flashed those heart-stopping dimples of his, "I'd do anything for you, El!"

Good bye, oxygen. My lungs didn't need to do a silly little thing like breathing anyway.

"Cuz you're a friend!" he blurted out quickly, scratching the back of his head as his eyes shifted. "And there isn't anything I wouldn't do for… for my friends! Heh!"

Oh. Right. Of course that's what he'd meant.

At ease, lungs. Feel free to return to your regularly scheduled respiring now.

But see? This is what I was talking about. We weren't even fake dating yet and I was already having total core meltdowns at the littlest things he did or said. How could I possibly even hope to function if we actually went through with this whole screwball plan?

"There ya go!" Rayne beamed at me. "Any other objections, sweetie?"

"I, uh…" I wanted to argue. I really did. But I had nothing. Nothing I could say aloud in Lea's presence anyway. And as totally cuckoo as this whole idea was, I had to reluctantly admit that Rayne had made some halfway decent points. Now that I could no longer delay the inevitable and had to talk to my parents, this... would actually make standing up to them a little easier. And as much as it pained me to say it, I wouldn't put it past the Duke to still have someone keeping an eye on me and reporting back to him. So if I didn't want my parents to find out it was all a sham to get them to back off, pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend actually kind of, sort of, in a totally absurd way… made sense? Somehow?

Still, I hesitated. Worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, I glanced around the table. Rayne watched me expectantly while Riku reached past her for some more popcorn. Lea just gave me a comforting smile. As for Anna, she was texting on her phone. Tch, typical.

Taking a deep breath, I massaged one temple with a grimace and a sigh. "...okay. I guess… we're doing this."

"Yay!" Rayne cheered, throwing her hands up into the air.

Dear lord, had I really just agreed to this madness? Really just hopped on board the crazy train with Rayne and Anna? What even was my life anymore?

"Perfect timing!" Anna looked up from her phone with a toothy grin.

I frowned suspiciously back. "What do you mean?"

She flipped the mobile around to show me her screen. "Daddy Dearest just can't wait to see you and meet your new boytoy tomorrow!"

"What?!" I grabbed it out of her hands, quickly scanning her text exchange with our father.

"Yup!" Still looking pleased as punch, she planted her elbows on the table and propped her chin up in both hands. "Don't worry, I've arranged everything! Told him you wanted to stop by your old condo after work and pick up a few things, ya know, your phone, some clothes, stuff like that! Dad'll be there to unlock the door for you since you don't have your key. And Lea, being an absolute sweetheart that knows how to treat his bae right, will of course be giving you a ride. What'd I tell ya? Perfect! What better way for you two lovebirds to make your royal debut?"

Oh god. This was it. It was really happening. There was no turning back now.

What on earth had I just gotten myself into?

Author's Note: Yup, it's the ol' "hey look, circumstances have forced us to fake date" situation we all know and love! It took some doing, a lil bending over backwards and acrobatics, but finally our ice queen has been convinced to get on board with the plan as well, albeit reluctantly xD Dunno what she's so worried about, this plan is BRILLIANT and FOOLPROOF, I tell ya! I mean, it's gotta be… just look at the conniving masterminds who cooked it up xD

Next chapter, how will this lil visit with Daddy Dearest go? Will our leading lady and man make a convincing, lovey-dovey couple? Or could the plan possibly start to unravel before it's barely even begun? Just how long WOULD someone survive on a healthy, balanced diet of floss, shampoo, and toilet paper anyway? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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Neptunium’s Diary, Feb 22nd; A Series of Unfortunate Mistimings

I’m gonna preface this by saying this isn’t my absolute worst day, I’ve had way worse, but today was pretty not-good. Not bad, just really not-good.

So it started with getting up. I knew I had a formtime this morning, so I set my alarm accordingly, and when I woke up, as with literally every morning, I make a few quick calculations to work out what my optimum and absolute latest get-up times are. I worked it out, decided optimum was 8.15 and latest was 8.30.

With that done, I went to reading for 15 minutes.

8.15 came, and as I was getting ready to get up, my dad went into the bathroom.

My dad, who is retired and doesn’t have to get up early.

It wasn’t the first time, and honestly, it’s on me. I should have learnt to get up between 8 and 8.15 when no-one is in the bathroom.

It wasn’t until 8.30 he came out (he had a shower) and by then I was pretty peeved, since I had to rush and forego small parts of my morning routine.

But that wasn’t what pissed me off this morning, no. That later time, coupled with the fact I couldn’t use the kitchen meant my breakfast was two granola bars.

I’ve gone on less, but I was very hungry this morning, and it had to last me over 2 hours until my English finished. It also meant I didn’t get my green tea, something I love to have during my classes cuz it’s warm and sweet and calming and it’s hydrating.

So throughout my English I was pissed. So pissed I barely took note of what my teacher was saying (it was about an essay we’re writing on Wednesday, I didn’t actuall miss a lesson, don’t slaughter me). I mean, I was so pissed I started ranting about Bibles to my friend. To be fair, it was history, and Tudors, so I have an excuse. That, and my teacher is incompetent when it comes to teaching.

Then, randomly, I got hiccups, which were on-off til about an hour ago (roughly 8pm), so, fun.

Then lunch rolled around. I had a lesson at 2pm, so I was hoping to get my lunch at 1.30-ish and watch some YouTube before my history lesson.

Guess what? I couldn’t get into the kitchen til 1.45.

Luckily, my lunch was toast and crisps, so it wasn’t like I was gonna take a long time. It was just annoying. Again.

But I blew off some steam with some YouTube, not that it mattered. History was revision anyway.

Then I had Cubs. They didn’t annoy me, I was just slightly frustrated with having to faff around to sort it out, and mum insists I log on like, 15 mins before it starts.

So it wasn’t a bad day, just frustrating.

Well, that’s it for today. I doubt tomorrow will be as eventful, heh.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and I’ll you guys tomorrow!

Neptunium out.

#Neptunium's Diary #february 22 2021

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theprodigypenguin · 5 years

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👀 (I hope it isn't closed yet, love you! 💙)

It’s an end of the year game so I guess it’s open till the end of the year (or until I run out of WIPs, ya know?). Thank you for the Raven-heart! This is from a Jeddy that I initially wanted to be one of those semi-cliche fuck-or-die fics, just to test my abilities and play around with their characters. Never got to the “fuck” part of the fic cuz smut and I have a bad relationship SO this is what I have to share~ This was also written back before I’d decided James was smol in my headcanon, so he’s semi-tall in the oof.

Most of what Teddy did was assess the properties of certain objects in order to pass them along to the more diverse segments of the Department. When something unusual came in, he had to figure out if it pertained to Love, Time, Death, or any other mysterious magic, or if it was harmless enough to send up to the top floors of the Ministry for the rest of the workers to deal with.

In the months he’d been working there, Teddy had seen it all. A teapot that had been tampered with that they’d sent up to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department, a Muggle broom that a young wizard had accidentally infused with magic because he wanted to fly already, among more dangerous items. Broken time turners that still had a bit of magic in them and needed to be disposed of properly, a vial of smoky green liquid that nearly made Harry vomit when he looked at it, and their most recent discovery.

They’d deduced that the item wasn’t dangerous or toxic in any immediate way, so Teddy’s supervisor had given him authorization to bring it home for further research and an order to get some rest and eat something other than caffeine. It was an unusual artifact, that was certain.

Like most of the relics stored in the Department of Mysteries, this one didn’t look imposing or dangerous at all. Found in the cellar of an old Death Eater who’d recently passed, sitting on a pillow of black velvet set into a stained mahogany box with a glass inlaid lid that allowed viewing of the item within without opening.

It was a deep scarlet red in color, roughly three feet in length, but folded carefully, a thin ribbon with lightly frayed ends. No, it didn’t look dangerous at all, but when Teddy set his fingertips against the box, he could feel the magic, the power, that made his fingers almost burn. They didn’t know what it was, what it was supposed to do, who made it or why. So Teddy had taken it home, grabbed every book he could on magic infused cloth and clothes, and settled down in his living room. That’s where he was sitting when the floo came to life, flames lashing up before spitting out five foot seven inches of Quidditch Chaser with a cocky grin.

“Evening Teddy!”

Teddy lifted his eyes from the faded pages of an old journal about weaving protective spells into wizard robes, greeting James with a smile of his own.

“Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had practice today?”

“Mate it’s nearly midnight.”

“What?” Teddy slowly closed the journal. “What are you doing at my house at midnight? Did something happen? Are you okay? Is Harry okay?”

James just laughed. “Calm down, everything’s fine. We haven’t heard from you in days is all, and last time that happened you passed out in the middle of the Ministry, so dad and aunt ‘Mione asked me to come check in on you. Dad probably would have, you know how he is, but he’s been busy too. I said I’d stop by.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Teddy chided, setting the book down on the coffee table and trying not to feel endeared at the fact James was worried about him. “I’m alright.”

“Sure mate, I believe you,” James said, stopping on the other side of the coffee table with his hands up, “but that’s just me. Dad on the other hand sent me with a list,” and he reached down, pulling out a folded paper from the front pocket in his jeans and holding it up with his usual flare that had Teddy snorting.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Not even a little.”

“You don’t need to-”

“Stuff it Tedward, I had to sit through it while dad told me what to write down, you have to sit through it too.” James cleared his throat. “Item number one, have you eaten?”

“Please tell me this is a joke.”

“Should I mark it no?”

“I’ve eaten.”

“Have you properly hydrated? Those are the exact words he used, Ted.”

“Yes.”

“Have you bathed?”

“Yes.”

“Changed into clean clothes?”

“Yes.”

“Rested? He means sleep by the way, have you actually slept?”

“Yes.”

“Are you lying?”

“No, James gimme that.” Teddy stood and grabbed the paper from him, shaking his head at the list that had at least ten more items in it. “Guy blacks out one time in the food court and it’s the apocalypse.”

“You can’t blame them. I’m worried too.”

Teddy almost thought better of looking at James, but his curiosity won him over and he looked up from the paper to meet the intense brown eyes that always seemed to make it hard for him to breathe. Honestly, did this this idiot know what he did to Teddy?

“This job of yours is really debilitating, it drains you more than any job you’ve ever had before. You already blacked out once because you pushed yourself too hard, and the work itself is some of the most dangerous in the entire Ministry. We’re worried about you.”

“It only drains me because I’m not fully used to it yet.” Teddy was quick to defend, setting the paper on the coffee table and holding his hands up. “I’m getting better. I really like this job, Jamie, I’m doing good work and learning amazing stuff. Sure I may have completely lost consciousness while standing and slept three days straight because I hadn’t taken a break or even a nap in six days, but I’m much better at managing my time now, and my supervisor has been keeping an eye on me-”

“Yea, yea, yea.” James waved a hand, looking away. “I believe you, Lupin. So are you going to offer me some tea or coffee? Some snacks maybe?”

Teddy shrugged and turned. “Of course, make yourself at home,” he had a half smile on his lips as he made his way towards the kitchen. “You practically live here anyway.”

“I’d apologize but I’m not sorry!” James called after, and Teddy laughed.

“I should get you a key to the front door already. How’s your work been? How’s training?”

“Exhausting, but it can’t be worse than what your dumbass is doing.”

There was a pause as Teddy pulled down a tin of tea from the cupboard, setting it on the counter before going back for coffee mugs. There was a half pot of burnt coffee sitting to the side, but Teddy wasn’t going to send James home hyped off caffeine, and he himself needed to sleep soon anyway, it was midnight after all, so tea it would be.

“Just got the last pieces of my required uniform,” James picked up again, and Teddy hummed, even though James probably couldn’t hear him. “Still not crazy on the colors, but I guess they’ll do.”

“Just remember to keep an eye out when you’re playing,” Teddy warned. “The Falcons are famous for playing rough, and National games are more violent than Hogwarts anyway.”

“I already know that, Teddy, you don’t have to baby me about it,” there was a high to his tone, annoyance, but Teddy wasn’t surprised.

He was only eighteen, but James had developed a kind of complex about people noting his young age. He was technically an adult after all, he even had a job, and was searching for a place to stay so he could move out of his parents house and be independent. Teddy was proud of him, but his worry wasn’t spurred by a misguided belief that James was somehow still just a baby. Teddy just worried about everyone.

Still, it seemed like he must have offended James somehow, so he sighed, pouring hot water into the two mugs and thinking of what to say to apologize as he balanced them in his hands and started back for the living room.

“Hey, Jamie, you know I’m not warning you because I think you’re a kid. You’re young, but you’re grown enough,” Teddy started, eyes down to keep himself from spilling. “I just don’t want to see you hurt, okay? I don’t know what I’d do if something happened…”

“Ted…,” James’ voice was soft. “I know, Teddy. I’m sorry, I just… I know.”

Teddy shook his head. “Never mind that. How’s everything else been? How are Lily and Albus?”

James was starting a response when Teddy finally stopped and lifted his head from the cups of tea. The younger man was saying something about Lily getting in a fistfight and chopping her hair off before the Hogwarts semester, but Teddy didn’t hear him as the sound of water roared into his ears, and his tedious attempts to not spill any hot water became insignificant as he dropped both cups. One shattered on the floor, the second broke on the coffee table and soaked several important looking documents, but Teddy was focused entirely on James.

He was gaping at Teddy in shock, there was an open box on the table, and the red ribbon Teddy had been studying was hanging in James’ right hand.

“Ted, fuck, are you okay?! Did you burn yourself?”

“James,” Teddy carefully, slowly raised his hands, his posture cautious, eyes locked on the ribbon like it was an explosive. “Jamie. James. What did you do?”

“What?” James’ worry had faded to puzzlement. “Do?”

“That thing…”

“Oh, right, it was just sitting here-”

“James what have I fucking told you about touching shit in my house?”

James looked dumbfounded, morphing to a blend of irritation and panic, because Teddy never talked like that. “What are you going off for? It’s just some stupid ribbon!”

“That is an artifact from work, James, it’s dangerous!”

“Why’s it on your fucking coffee table?!”

“I was researching it to figure out what the bloody hell it was!”

“You don’t even know what it is?!”

“No, James, that’s why they gave it to me, to figure it the fuck out!”

“Well fuck, am I gonna fucking die?!”

“Why would I know that, you dumbass?!” Teddy took a sharp breath in, running his hands through his hair, staring at the ribbon hanging innocently between James’ fingers. “Okay don’t panic-”

“That’s exactly what you say to make people panic!”

“Can it! Let me think! Maybe you can just … just put it back, maybe it’s not as powerful as I thought. Maybe it’s just the box that’s magic infused and the ribbon is just… just a ribbon. Yea, this is fine, just don’t move, okay?”

Teddy shifted around, side stepping closer to the coffee table and reaching down to pick up the box, standing slowly as he lifted it.

“Okay, slowly, place it back onto the pillow.”

“Wait if the box is what’s magic should you be touching it?”

“We’re well past that, Jamie, just put it in the box.”

James inhaled shakily as he held his right wrist in his left hand like he was bracing against a spell, easing the ribbon down towards the box as Teddy raised the box up to meet him. They were both holding their breath, and when James had the last piece of the ribbon sitting in the box, they breathed a sigh of relief, looking at each other and laughing anxiously.

James cursed. “You prick, I really thought I might die for a minute there.”

Teddy laughed. “Actually I was worried about that too, but it seems everything is fine no-”

The universe didn’t even let Teddy finish before proving him wrong. The box in his hand seemed to burn, and he cursed as he released it, but when it fell and clattered against the coffee table, the ribbon hovered. It moved like it was possessed, both ends flinging out like it was a living thing. Teddy cursed colorfully in both English and Welsh as the strip of cloth that looked so silky smooth before wound around his wrist like a vice of course fraying rope that burned into his skin.

James was in the same boat, yelping as the ribbon wrapped itself around his left wrist and arm, winding tight around both of them like it was a Boa Constrictor, only letting up when they’d been yanked closer together. Then it stopped, but one pull at it told Teddy all he needed to know. They were stuck like this.

“Oh Merlin…”

“What?!” James yanked on his right arm, eyes wide and cheeks flush. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know, stop moving!” Teddy reached over with his right hand to stop James, flexing the fingers of his left hand that was bound to James’ right. “Shit, it’s not letting up.”

“Okay, I’m not freaked out by this or anything, but are we gonna die?”

“I… I don’t know. Just don’t panic.”

“No of course, why would anyone panic in this situation?”

“I told you to put it down, I have told you countless times that if you were going to visit, that you couldn’t just touch everything!”

“Well don’t just yell at me about it! How was I supposed to know?! It was a ribbon in a bloody box! I thought it was just a decoration!”

“James why in the name of Godric would I have a ribbon in a box decorating my bloody coffee table?!”

“You’re a weird guy, Teddy, I don’t know what you do in your free time, the oddities you might collect, maybe you like to display vintage ribbons, I’m not judging!”

“Would you shut up?!” Teddy snapped. “Just let me think!”

James listened, kept his lips tightly sealed as he glared anxiously at the ribbon around his wrist and arm. Teddy did his best to assess the situation, tugging at the material and sighing. Whatever this thing was, it had wrapped around his wrist before winding down his arm to his elbow. His left arm was now bound to James’ right, where he was in the same situation with the ribbon. It seemed magically stuck, it wouldn’t loosen or come away, even the ends that hung at their elbows wouldn’t peel up.

“Alright. There’s procedures we have to take when something like this happens,” Teddy explained, his right hand still holding the ends of the ribbon. “Come around the table, stand next to me so we aren’t leaning awkwardly towards each other.”

James shuffled on his feet to get around the table, standing shoulder to shoulder with Teddy and slowly sitting down together as Teddy continued to eye the stupid thing.

“Alright, are you in any pain?” James shook his head. “Is the material burning you or itching or-”

“There’s no pain, I can’t even feel it,” James insisted. “I just can’t move it.”

“Me either,” Teddy sighed, leaning back. James slumped back with him, unable to do much else, their arms hanging between them as they both stared dumbstruck at the wall.

Teddy could feel the back of his hand pressed against James, could feel the warmth of his skin, in fact it was almost too warm, but that probably was just him. Touching, being close to James like this, was something he tried to avoid. Teddy had a good handle on his self control for the most part, but he’d be lying if he said there weren’t moments he nearly grabbed James by the face and kissed him in front of everyone.

He could’ve been magically glued to anyone else and it would have been fine. Why did it have to be the one person he’d been crushing hard on since he was seventeen, left Hogwarts, and claimed he was going to be more famous a Quidditch player than his mum had been, with the air and confidence of a man who’d already won the World Cup?

“So what do we do?” James asked. “Got some scissors lying around this mess somewhere?”

“Jamie I really don’t think scissors are going to win this match.”

“Worth a shot.”

Teddy wanted to argue, but at this point what other choice did they have? Teddy knew next to nothing about this thing, so maybe all they had to do was snip it?

“They’re in the kitchen,” Teddy said, standing and hauling James up with him, stepping over the shattered porcelain tea cups. “Watch the cups.”

“Sorry about that tea.”

“There are more important things.”

The scissors didn’t work. In fact, when Teddy started to cut at the ribbon, the scent of burning metal overwhelmed them both, and he lifted the scissors up to reveal the ribbon had essentially eaten into and melted the blades.

“Scissors are a no go,” James muttered. “What about… wands?”

“You want me to try magically cutting this thing off? I could miss and cut you, or it could bounce off the ribbon-”

“Teddy what else are we supposed to do in this situation?!”

“Not freak out!” Teddy ran his hand through his hair again, then groaned. “Damn it. I’ve spent hours studying this stupid thing and I still haven’t got a clue what it is. We need to go back to the Ministry.”

“What for?”

“My boss might know more about this kind of thing. Magic infused cloth, and it… somehow is capable of binding people together. It doesn’t hurt, but it won’t let go. Merlin’s sake.”

“Dad’s gonna kill me,” James lamented, staring at the ribbon. “If I miss practice my captain’s gonna kill me too.”

Teddy could only sigh in silent agreement.

#end of the year wip game #jeddy #james sirius potter #teddy lupin #edward remus lupin #nico writes #nico answers anons #nico answers asks

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years

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Sloth: Time Well Wasted - Anders Harris x Reader (The Land of Steady Habits)

GIF Credit: @mendo-r X Author’s Note: As requested by @3134045126…❤ And I thought I wrote Martin as a softie with the patience of a Saint… He got nothing on this man. Geez! I gotta get me some of this love. As soon as I saw the request I knew that I could immediately jump into this song. Which is nice, because Time Well Wasted is also my favourite Brad Paisley album...

Disclaimer: Anders, perfect human though he is, is not my creation.... *siiighs* And whilst we’re on that one neither is Preston, and he’s ALSO such a cutie... AND seen as it’s a request, the idea isn’t even mine, just the writing! 😉

Premise (As Requested): Reader could be really stressed out lately, because they have "so much" to do and they just can't seem to find the time to do it all. Turns out most of the stuff they're stressing out over is pretty inconsequential. So in an effort to help them relax and to spend some quality time with them, because it's been a while, Anders eventually convinces Reader to have a lazy day with him.

Words: 4649

Warnings: ...There is just a smidge of sex talk... C’mon it’s a sin. I was gonna do it. / One of those sick makingly cliche cute endings.

I could've been workin' overtime Or at home tryin' to make that truck run right... Those leaves were a foot deep in the yard And 'Wash Me' was written all over the car But watchin' movies all day with you Wasn't on my list of things to do But we laid on that couch Boy, we never left the house It was time well wasted And there's no way I trade a few more things that I could've crossed off my list For a day I'll never forget No, I didn't get a thing done But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin' And I count it all as time well wasted This world spins too fast if you'll let it There's always one more thing to do But looking back I have never regretted... Lovin' away a Sunday afternoon...

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noun

reluctance to work or make an effort; laziness

You couldn't believe your luck. Or... un-luck? You'd been out in town nearly two hours with a bunch of things to do both here and back home, and yet you hadn't been able to cross off even one thing. You were also hating yourself for a bunch of promises you made that you were struggling to keep through no fault of your own. And in this bubble of frustration, stress and self-loathing you also weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. Until he reached out and grabbed your hand "---!!!?" "Y/N! Geez, are you okay? You look really..." Anders hesitated at the look on your face, "...OK, what's wrong? C'mere..." He enveloped you in a hug, and for 5 seconds you actually forgot what you were stressing so much about. Then you remembered you were in the middle of town, and not at home with him. In fact he just added to your stress, because then you were trying to remember exactly when the last time you had actually done something with him was...

"OH! GOD! I'm--!!!" You pressed your hands to your eyes and cried out in frustration. He let you. Of course he just let you, Anders was probably the easiest going man you'd ever dated. "...I'm so sorry... I just..." You rooted through your pocket for your list, "I don't even know anymore. But I've got all this stuff to do in town, my house is a mess, my yard, my car - oh God, and I was gonna help Preston with---!! Man I just, it's not working out and I just hate myself for it because... I promised him I'd-" Anders finally had to hold his hands up, because your ever-changing tracks of thought only served to confuse him. "Baby, Stop! STOP!!! Listen to yourself!!!" He took your list gently from you and unfolded it "...Do you really have to do all this right now? You sound far too stressed to concentrate on any one thing..." He was probably right, but still; "Yeah! When else am I supposed to do it!?!" "...There are 7 days in a week, y'know." "I've gotta work!" "Oh, uh huh - because your 20-minute commute is such a chore." He was teasing you, but right now it wasn't helping. "Well, what with deadlines, I've got all kinds of overtime I've gotta work - or God knows what my team is gonna do - I don't think they can do it alone..." He sighed, knowing nothing he said was going to help you. He pushed your list against your forehead; "Babe. I was kidding. Will you please give your brain 5 minutes?? Let me do this." You didn't understand how that was going to help anything, but before you opened your mouth, he pressed a finger to your lips "...UH! That wasn't even 5 seconds! I can do all this stuff - I'm retired remember? I'll get all this stuff whilst you're at work, just give me your house keys and I can return those to you at work too. See? I am a utilizable resource! And Preston isn't gonna care if it takes you all year! He's in a good place." It wasn't that you didn't appreciate his offer to help, but you didn't want to end up relying on him. And you thought he'd done enough, especially if he used to work in finance. You kinda liked that he was retired; your work schedule could be all over the place sometimes, which meant he would still be able to see you literally any time you were free. Only, again, you reminded yourself you hadn't made time for him in maybe 2 or 3 weeks. And that meant you certainly didn't want him doing things for you, if you couldn't even make 5 minutes for him... Geez, that only made you feel more terrible. And you could read on his face that his line about Preston was unconvincing at best. He removed his finger from your lips thinking that you'd probably not argue; then had to promptly regret it and roll his eyes as you started again, "Anders, I can't let you do that! I gotta do this-! I mean when was the last time we actually did anything-!? I'm such a terrible girlfriend, my god! I just-! No, I gotta do this and today!! Because tomorrow I've got to do a bunch of admin and finance..." Your eyes suddenly went wide at the prospect, you weren't good a math. You HATED math, of any kind. He folded his arms "Well, you see. All I heard there was an excellent point." "Huh!?" "...We haven't done anything in a while. I want to do this. So… How about we do something today, and then I can do this for you? Also, what are you worried about anything financial for..." He indicated to himself "Hello...! You are literally dating the perfect man. I got you on that too, then whatever you gotta do at home... or with your car, do tomorrow and I've got your admin covered. Cuz if I don’t make that promise you're just gonna stress even more." You kinda thought he was perfect for other reasons, but he was also right. He could help there too, but you shook your head "No, no! I don't deserve you doing that for me even... I just-!" "Hey-! Hey-! You got this all wrong, it wasn't a choice." He took your hand in his "If there's one thing I know I can do it’s get rid of that stress... And don't you dare protest, let me do this for you!"

So, begrudgingly you didn't - as he pulled you gently to his car. "Wait, where are we going?" "Home… Well, my place... home... Yeah." He smiled, "What you need most right now is to do nothing... And the last place you need to be is anywhere that will stress you out. So, you can come do nothing with me, at my place. I gotta look after you; what kind of man would I be if I didn't?" He made you smile... He cared so much, he was like this normally, but you could usually reciprocate. And right now, you couldn't because you couldn't give him anything in return. But then you started to cry, and it wasn't just because of the stress, but because all he wanted was your time. He didn't want to do anything with you he just wanted your time, and he also wanted to look after you. And as long as you went with him you were giving him that. He took your hand in his again and rubbed your thigh gently, and he didn't ask you not to cry. "...It's okay... Let it all out... just... It's okay..." His voice was gentle too. And for a minute you wondered what exactly you'd ever done to deserve him. *

You'd just about stopped crying by the time he'd driven you to his place, and he let you finish before he turned to you. You were aware you were now a mess, looking down at your now tear stained shirt. Your make-up had probably run everywhere... You didn't dare look. "...Do you want..." He decided it was better not to ask, but to softly tell you; "...Take a shower, freshen up, get comfortable... I'll get set up, okay?" You just nodded meekly and he handed his house keys to you "Go on..." By the time you were in the shower you'd heard the front door open and close again, and his car leave the driveway... What exactly did he have planned? This was the interesting thing about Anders, because it could be literally anything. Just when you thought you had him figured out, he'd surprise you with something else... The shower allowed you to breathe. Standing under the water and trying to clear your head and look at the positives. Anders must have at least been positive 1-10 right now. You wandered into his bedroom and were greeted with a glass of water and a note on his bedside table. "Crying is exhausting... re-hydrate! :)" You smiled, and sipped the glass slowly, opening his wardrobe. That's what he meant by get comfortable, right? Well... Even if he didn't... Anders always wore things that made you want to cuddle him, and a lot of times on dates you actually got annoyed that there was a table between you. And he knew that, which allowed him to tease you about it; constantly. But it was hard to think of a time when you wouldn't be seen with your arms wound tightly around him... Sometimes you felt he needed that as much as you did... His car was back in the driveway so you knew he was home again as you made your way back down stairs. He was standing in the kitchen; pile of movies, 12 pack of beer, takeout menus. He looked up as you entered and laughed, "Yeah ok I guess that constitutes getting comfortable..." He indicated to the selection "Pick a film, we'll order whatever you want... I'm gonna make you dinner, but THAT is a surprise." You leant on the counter and smiled, he’d put together a selection of your favourite movies. And how could you possibly choose just one? You reordered them and looked to all the takeout menus. Then back to the beer – with a tiny smirk. You pushed one towards him. “I’m pretty sure we have time for more than one movie…” “Oh…” He took the leaflet and crossed to the phone, “A movie and pizza date? Girl, I like the way you think.” You gave a soft wink and took the movies into the lounge to queue the first one up “I know-!” “---You don’t want to tell me what you want!?!” “You know me well enough--! This was your idea!”

You were sat with your legs crossed on the couch watching him. Not the movie. But him. You ate about as slow as possible and sipped your beer, leaning on your hand. He was at least a little absorbed in what was going on on TV by the fact he hadn’t yet noticed that you weren’t watching. Every so often he’d react to something in a scene and it just made you smile more. You knew nearly every single movie off by heart, so you knew you weren’t missing out on much. But, you’d sure be missing this if you were paying attention. “…What did I do to deserve you?” You didn’t know how it slipped out but it did, and it wasn’t a murmur because he turned to you; “What?” Suddenly you blushed, and looked to your legs “I…I just… I don’t…” He furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion “…Are you not even watching this?!” You shook your head “I guess I’m watching you…” That just made him giggle “Me!?” He slid across the couch to you and tilted your chin up to meet his eyes again; “…Now c’mon, really, what is so interesting about me?” A small smile crossed your face and you took his hand delicately in yours “…That you love me, the way you love me…” You tilted your head, knowing you were about to gush over him if you weren’t careful “…I just… I’m SO in love.” That just made him laugh shyly again; “…Clearly love is blind, and you can’t handle more than a few sips of beer.” “Shut up!!” You gripped his hand tighter “You’re doing this for ME!! Anders that’s---! You’re incredible.” He shook his head, still laughing; “No. This is what any good boyfriend should be doing. Now c’mere, I’M supposed to be the sappy one… What is wrong with you…!?” He pulled you closer to him and stretched out across the couch, “Now, hush and watch the movie…” “Ok…” You sighed contently as he lay back, allowing you to tangle your legs with his and lay your head on his chest. He crossed his arms over your back and shifted his body to help keep you comfortable. Every so often he would rub gentle circles into your lower back – and you could feel yourself truly begin to unwind just lying here in his arms. You could hear his heart beating; calm, steady, relaxing. It made you snuggle further into him; who were you kidding though? Anders and his clothes were made for snuggling, that’s exactly why you were wearing one of his jumpers for yourself. He was always so warm, and his personality reflected that… He ran a hand tenderly through your hair and you hummed gently in contentment, making him smile. You felt more relaxed, which is what he wanted. This was ideal. It wasn’t just what you needed, but exactly what he wanted… * You must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you noticed was the film was back at the menu screen. Your eyes flicked to the clock. It had also probably been stuck on the screen for a long ass time. You were surprised the TV hadn’t gone into standby mode… You weren’t about to move now, though. You closed your eyes again with a smile and allowed yourself to be carried back into dreams by the rhythm of his breathing…. The next time you woke up you were greeted by some kind of cookery programme. Making you raise an eyebrow – What? You shifted from your curled-up position on his chest and stretched gently. Anders still had one arm draped around you, and the other lazily behind his head. He was concentrating very hard on the screen. “…What… are they making?!” “NO!” He moved his hand to cover your eyes “SPOILERS!” “…OH my god!!” You laughed “…What are YOU going to make!” “You’re supposed to still be asleep!!!” He laughed, pausing the programme “No!! Tell me you didn’t watch any of that?!” “I have no idea what was just going on. I’ve just woken up…!” You giggled and removed his hand from your face rolling onto your stomach to look at him; “Besides, like I said I’d rather watch you…” He shook his head, but he was still smiling. “Whatever…” He touched his nose to yours gently “How are you feeling?” “…Better. Thank you.” He kissed you softly, “See now, that’s all I wanna hear…” That just made you giggle and kiss him again. “Okay… Well… I think that’s all you’re gonna hear for the rest of the day…” Anders made a satisfied humming noise before kissing you again, and there was only one way that was going to turn out. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gradually deepened the kiss as he pulled your body even closer to his if that was possible. Sighing lightly against your kiss as you ran your hands into his hair. Not only was he great at snuggling with, he was always a great kisser too. Who were you really kidding!? He was just great at everything you needed. Anders was everything you needed to be with at this stage in your life, and if you were honest with yourself, he’d probably not come into your life early enough. But he was here now… And you were supposed to make the most of every moment like this you had. You almost laughed into the kiss; that list and all your problems seemed really dumb right now… Suddenly, from nowhere, your stomach rumbled. And you weren’t even hungry – or were you? It was loud enough to make Anders break the kiss with a chuckle; “AH-! Okay! It’s certainly time to make dinner then!” He sat you up, but you pouted; “Awww..! Already!?” “Come help me out then...” He kissed the tip of your nose gently and slid you off his lap before standing; “Come on, it’ll be fun!” “I dunno…” You looked at him teasingly “Cooking sounds stressful…” “Uh – quite the opposite!” He held his hand out “C’mon! It’ll be fun – I promise! Then I can show you what I’ve been learning in class…!” “You got this from class?” Your eyes flicked curiously to the TV “Yeah-! That’s all… Will you just come with me!?” You smiled and took his hand; “If you insist---!” He handed you another beer and you set about measuring ingredients and listening to every little thing he said. Whilst also sliding in a joke about how it was meant to be cooking with wine and not beer. And Anders being quick witted enough to tell you it would depend on what you were making. As it was, there was no alcohol involved in the dish itself. It sounded fantastically complicated, but Anders guided you through it as best he could. Until it did get complicated and you had to duck out – now sitting on his kitchen counter, lazily swinging your legs and drinking beer but still watching him. And he still gave you a running commentary of what he was doing. “So it’s pasta?” “No--!” He nudged your arm gently “Don’t dismiss it like that.” “Well, we just made pasta from scratch right.” “Well yeah, but…” Anders shook his head at you “It’s not JUST pasta.” “…Did we go overboard on Italian today then or..?” He gave a shrug and crossed to his sound system “…That’s not a bad thing…” He turned it on and the room was suddenly filled with music, you couldn’t help but smirk. You knew this playlist; “This is not that dumb thing Preston and I put together is it?!” “Yeaaaahhhh…!” He grinned over at you “I like it!” “OH! It’s so dumb!!!” You covered your face. “SO DUMB!!” Of course Anders would like it though – Preston and yourself connected on music as much as you argued over it. And you’d both vowed that one could make a better playlist than the other. When what you realised you’d done was make a similar set of songs, Anders had taken that and mashed it together. Declaring that it was now a playlist made of the best music by his two favourite people. “Does that matter? You guys put it together…!” He smiled and came back to his cooking; “This really doesn’t scream romantic dinner date to me…” “Who said anything about a romantic dinner date…?” He gave a knowing smile “I didn’t say that, I just said I was making dinner… Half of this is your favourite songs anyway. So, you gotta find it good or relaxing right?” “You did NOT put this on for me.” He smiled; “You made it. So yeah, I did.” He leant over to kiss your cheek gently “Besides-! I don’t see what you’re complaining about it’s great!” “--!!!” You laughed, jogging his shoulder “No YOU think it’s great!” He opened his mouth to counteract your argument when the doorbell rang. You folded your arms for a second; well this was a pretty uncivilized hour--! Anders turned his attention back to his cooking; “Would you get that for me please, darling?” You raised an eyebrow, was he serious?!, it was dinner time! When he didn’t look back to you you assumed he was and slid off the counter walking to the front door. “PRESTON-!! OH MY GOD!” He gave you a massive grin and a warm hug “Hey Y/N! I hear dinner’s on dad tonight!” You raised an eyebrow, and suddenly it clicked, you looked back to the kitchen and then to him; “Did he invite you!?” “Well, yeah…!” He laughed “He also said you were super stressed out and needed cheering up, so I brought you something…!” “...WHAT!?” For one, you couldn’t believe Anders would tell his son that. However, it was also sweet that he had invited Preston over because you two got on like a house on fire. But also, it was incredibly kind of Preston to do anything for you when the stress was pretty self-induced. He held out a CD “Here. Some good music to destress to-” Then he stopped and listened “OH-! GOD! Has Dad put on that god-awful playlist we made!?” You laughed at the look on his face, “Oh yeah.” But took the CD with thanks. You could imagine what was on it. It probably wasn’t relaxing in the slightest, but you knew it would make you laugh. “DAD WHY---!” Anders laughed from the kitchen “Because I like it!” Preston rolled his eyes as you let him into the house; “Oh! I also got you a bottle of your favourite, because Gill still gives me staff discount, happy days!” You shook your head “You’ve just ruined that one then haven’t you.” “Uh-! C’mon! Is it not the thought that counts- DAD! Can we turn this off!?” “NO!” Preston turned back to you with a shake of his head, making you laugh. You had a lot to thank him for, in fact he was basically responsible for the current state of your life. You didn’t think you were ever supposed to meet the father of the 20-something (but basically going on teen with the way he sometimes acted around you) you worked with. But it was the best happy accident that had ever occurred. And you were pretty certain that all three of you might agree on that. “SO what are we making?” “It’s a surprise…” “Oh… I guess I’ll go sit down then…!” Preston walked through into the next room “C’MON-! You guys! Do I have to set the table too--!? I came for dinner as a guest, you know!?” But you heard him laughing and opening draws anyway, allowing you to turn back to his father. “Did you invite him.” “Of course I did… He cares about you too… Besides, I didn’t want you to get bored of me…” You placed your hands on your hips but smiled, “I could never get bored of you. But…” You turned to the doorway Preston had just walked through “That’s sweet of you… Thank you…” “No problem…” He turned the bottle towards him with a whistle “That’s good stuff!” “He’s done well.” “That he has. New music too! Would ya look at that-!” “YEAH-! Please don’t have sex to that CD, I don’t think I can take that thought.” Preston called from the back room. “Damn-! Well there goes my evening plans!” “Oh my GOD you two!!” You covered your face with your hands and felt yourself go red, but both of them were howling with laugher, which was contagious. You knew why you got on with them so well, because essentially - whether he wanted to hear it or not, Preston was almost a carbon copy of his father. * You sat at dinner watching them both talking, at how animated they got – how they both laughed at each other’s stupid jokes, would light up at great ideas and how they’d encourage you to join in. They were just so darn similar… It was something truly beautiful to behold. You laughed until your stomach, sides, and face ached. And still they gave you exactly the same look and were convinced that you weren’t cheered up enough yet. Eventually you had to basically beg them to stop with tears in your eyes; “OH-! NO! She’s CRYING!!” “STOP IT---!” You could barely manage real words between laughs. You couldn’t thank them both enough though; all your stress from this morning had melted away. You accepted to yourself that Anders was going to help you, and when you confessed to Preston you hadn’t yet got anywhere with the project he so desperately wanted to work on he gave a shrug and brushed it off – because he knew you’d get around to it eventually. * “See you guys soon – yeah!? Well, Y/N I guess I’ll see you at work!” “See ya, Preston!” You and Anders waved him off from the front porch as he opened his car door; “AND I WAS SERIOUS ABOUT THAT PLAYLIST…!!” Making you both chuckle as he waved enthusiastically, pulling off from the drive way. “…Well. I figured I just completely saved your day.” Anders folded his arms triumphantly “Saved my day?” You turned to him with a gentle sparkle in your eyes “Saved me. Baby, you saved me.” “Aw, now c’mon…” He looked a little bashful “…You didn’t need savin’… Just… Cheering up…” He held his fingers apart an inch “And then even… just a little.” “Will you stop.” You wound your arms around his waist “…you saved me.” “…Alright…” He hushed his voice “…I’ll take the credit you’re so eager to give me…” He tipped his head towards the stairs “Now, about that evening…” You gave a gentle shrug, “I’m alright with just… cuddling… If you-” “Done.” He removed your arms from around him and swept you up, causing you to giggle as he carried you upstairs.

You continued giggling as he tipped you gently down on the bed, then took a step back and placed his hands on his hips to admire you for just a second. The way you were still laughing… that, compared to how you looked this morning, you’d improved by miles. It choked him up even just a little that he’d helped be the cause of that. You propped yourself up on your elbow, still grinning “Are you joining me or what?!” “Yeah... I just...” His smile grew “I’m just admiring my handiwork!” You looked at him quizzically, then caught on “Oh-! Yeah. Well. You know me I’m a hot mess when I get stressed...” Anders tipped his head “Well. You’re certainly hot.” He sat, looking amused at the way your face was clearly asking him to shut up “I agree, you can be a mess... But you’re MY hot mess.” He lay next to you and pulled you closer to him; taking one of your hands in his. “Tell me you do actually feel better.” “I do.” “Okay. And tell me you won’t stress over finance tomorrow? I gotcha covered. It’s as good as DONE. Alright?” “I know.” And you did. He might have wanted to get out of finance, but when you couldn’t number crunch Anders was only too happy to help you out. “Good...” Hand still in his he touched his index finger to the tip of your nose again, making you relapse into giggles “... So you’re also not gonna stress about this list... yeah? When you’re back in work on Tuesday I’ll be only too happy to wander around town for you... and don’t THINK for one second I won’t be checking in with Preston to make sure you’re not stressing.” “Anders!” You smiled “I KNOW...!” “Well. I’m making sure, and you didn’t promise!” “I promise..!! Just don’t come up with any of your good decorating ideas again...! Please..!” “I thought you LIKED my decorating!” “... oh-! Did I say that??! Did I ever...?!” He laughed “Alright I get it...!!!” He let your hand go so you could pull yourself close and snuggle back into his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around you protectively. “The last thing I want is any more stress... ok?” “Okay...” You lay there for a few minutes, him stroking a hand through your hair, both preoccupied with your own thoughts. But true to your word you weren’t stressing about any of it. Eventually you yawned; “aha-! Yeah I guess it’s pretty late...!” He looked across to the clock “...but we don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow but yours? Right?” “Mmm hmm...” his voice faded in and out as you cuddled closer to him, you were already drifting off. Anders turned the alarm off and turned back to you. He could quite happily do this all day, every day, for the rest of his life. He smiled to himself and kissed your forehead gently. “I love ya, y/n...” You smiled “...Anders, I love you too.”

--- Oh god that’s too sappy THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! 😘😘 Guarantee you can see our Anders is the same man. I TOLD you!! I’m all here for the Harris Boys’ Team Work!

Uh. Yes I had to. They are so cute.

#Uh. Anders. you can't just use 'done' like you're Nolan Sorrento you know...? ;)#OMG. This is SO close to your ACTUAL fic #Just the way Anders is #Genuinely get OUT of my HEAD you beautiful human!#The Land of Steady Habits #Anders Harris #Anders x Reader #Anders Harris x Reader #Ben Mendelsohn #7DS #7 Deadly Sins #Sloth #35 #Abby

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Bite Me, Bit Fit!

Title: Bite Me, Bit Fit! Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Summary: Dean is introduced to wearable fitness technology. It doesn’t go well. Rating: E for everyone Warnings: fitness-related fluff; canon-compliant violence Word Count: 1,500

A/N: I just recently got a FitBit™. Quite the handy little contraption - because my job is sedentary, the little buzzing reminders on my wrist are good for me to go take a walk. In the midst of a crazy moment, when that thing buzzed, I had to roll my eyes. Then it made me wonder what Dean would think of it. I took some creatively liberties with the actual functionalities of the app/device for the plot. Enjoy!

A/N: somehow this got completed deleted from Tumblr. ???

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Suspicion lasered out of Dean’s narrowed green eyes as he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, while Sam wiggled the slim box in his direction.

“C’mon, Dean. It’ll be good for both of us. It monitors exercise, your sleeping patterns…”

“None of which I do.”

“...Steps taken, water intake, calories burned...”

“None of which I care about.”

“And look - we can compete with each other on stats.” Not to be outdone, Sam whipped out his phone, swiping quickly to an app. “See? We can set up a ‘Step Showdown’ or a ‘Workweek Water’ challenge.”

Plucking the phone from Sam’s grasp, Dean scrolled through the app dubiously. “Does the ‘Weekend Warrior’ measure machete swings?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Look, you were just saying how you needed to take better care of yourself.”

“No, you said that.” Dean extended the phone back to him dismissively. “All that fancy fitness crap is your wheelhouse, so go wheel yourself along.”

Pocketing his phone, Sam propped his hands on his hips and sighed as he looked down at the floor. “Well, that’s fine. I figured you wouldn’t be up for it. I mean, with you getting older, I’m sure competitions like this are more of a toll on you.”

“Whoa, hey, what?”

“It’s fine, Dean. I kept the receipt. I’ll get you a new heating pad for your shoulder or something.”

Dean scowled as Sam turned to walk away.

“You saying I’m too old?”

“Now, I didn’t say ‘old’. You just need to be...careful.”

“You’re the one that needs to be careful. I could still whip you five ways from Sunday, Sammy!”

“Dean, hey, it’s fine! We don’t need to have any stupid competitions on which of us is in better shape…”

Stomping forward, Dean snatched the box out of Sam’s hand. “Gimme that!” He glowered at the box for a moment before tossing it on the library table and digging out his phone. “What the hell is the app called?”

“FitBit™.”

“BitFit, fine. I’ll show you who’s in better shape,” he intoned, shooting his brother a glare. Sam merely raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture, then turned and hurried off before Dean could see his smirk.

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Day 1

“Did you hit your step goal today?” Sam wanted to know. Dean scoffed where he sat at the kitchen table with his laptop.

“Uh, yeah. Like, hours ago.”

Sam frowned in surprise. “Really? ‘Cuz I literally just hit 10,000 after walking around the storage room all day.”

Dean blinked at his brother. “My goal is 3,000.”

“Dean!”

His brother cavalierly waved off his protest. “Hey, you said ‘step goal’. You didn’t say whose step goal.”

Bitch Face Level 1 volleyed at Dean as Sam tossed his hands up in disgust. “You can’t just change the goal after the challenge begins! That’s like cheating!”

“It’s not cheating! It’s...creative interpretation of the ground rules.”

“Dean!”

“Fine! I’ll change it to 10,000. Bitch,” he grumbled.

So validated, Sam sniffed in offense. “Jerk.”

Day 3

Jaws popping around a yawn, Sam headed for the kitchen and the coffee pot. The unknown case in Wichita Falls, with only blue-eyed victims missing their left eyes and their hair mysteriously purple, meant a lot of caffeine to fuel the lore research. He’d no sooner stepped down into the kitchen when a phone suddenly arrowed into his face.

“HA! Look at that!”

Sam sucked in a breath as he tried to slow his heart rate. “For cryin’ out loud, Dean!”

“Hydrate challenge...completed!” Dean crowed with a swaggering gesture. “Eight glasses, Sammy. Read it and weep.”

“You - Dean Winchester - drank eight servings of water, eight ounces each?” his brother side eyed him as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Pocketing his phone, Dean brandished a plastic bottle aloft, shaking the dregs of water in it vigorously. “That’s right. And, no, some of it wasn’t beer,” he griped when Sam quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Good for you, Dean. You win this one,” he praised around a yawn as he trudged back to the library, Dean in tow. Dean pulled a laptop towards him as he sat across from Sam, sending him a confident smile.

“What can I say, Sammy? You shouldn’t mess with the master. Oh, and check this out!” Chugging the last couple of swallows, Dean reopened the app and added his latest bottle to his daily total. The app exploded in confetti and triumphant notes rang out happily. “Ta-dah! Gotta say, this BitFit is pretty cool.”

“It’s FitBit™, Dean.”

“That’s what I said.”

Too tired to formulate a comment, Sammy just smiled.

Day 8

“Uh-oh.”

Dean cracked an eye at the tinny sounding voice.

“We’re worried about you.”

Frowning his eyes open, Dean groaned as he turned his head and the muscles cricked up painfully. As much as he loved his Baby, sleeping here was hell on his body. He and Sammy had rolled into McCook, Nebraska yesterday after reports of three deaths proved weird enough to be their kind of thing. Three dead guys, working for the same company, burned to a crisp in at the same golf course and one eyewitness groundskeeper swearing he saw a lion at the scene. Awesome. Lore hadn’t turned up any ideas on the monster yet, and the hours on the road had caught up with him.

The device on his wrist buzzed, catching his attention as another “uh-oh!” chirped from his phone. Fumbling it up, Dean squinted as the app showed him a very sleep sad face emoji.

“You only got two hours of sleep last night. Remember - you’re at your best with eight!” the app notified dutifully. Dragging himself fully upright, Dean tossed the phone into the passenger seat as he headed to meet up with Sam.

“Shut up, fitness warden,” he grumbled, pulling back onto the road.

Day 10

The friendly blue band lit up and buzzed merrily.

“Congratulations! You’ve hit 250 steps this hour!”

Dean didn’t even flinch as he sprinted through the woods at full tilt, flames licking at his heels in advance of the unearthly roar behind him.

“Sammy!”

“This way, Dean!”

The creature dug its claws in, clots of dirt tossing up as it spun to track Dean when he turned a tight corner towards his brother. Snapping its jaws, it growled before giving chase once more.

“Uh-oh! Your heart rate appears to be elevated past the peak rate.” No shit. He could feel his heart pounding with every footstep, but when a blast of dragon-lion-monster breath hit the back of his neck, Dean poured on the speed. The ground beneath him rumbled, roiling and quaking in threatening earthquake omens as the chimera behind him roared again. Who knew Greek monsters could pop up in freakin’ Nebraska? “Doing cardio activity past peak level for extended periods hasn’t proved to be beneficial. Stay at the cardio level for maximum impact.”

“I’m about to maximum impact all over the place, godammit! SAM! I’m about to be cat-lizard food!” he blared out.

“Now!” Sam shouted, and his tall frame was suddenly there, crossbow at the ready with a hastily prepared iron spear locked and loaded. “Tuck and roll, Dean!”

His bad shoulder cracked ominously as Dean hit the ground, his trajectory scraping a Dean-sized swipe in the foliage as Sam aimed, fired, and ducked. The iron met the chimera’s spewing flames dead center, arrowing into the heart of the beast. A heartbeat later, it exploded into sparkling, burning bits that dissipated into purple-y, ashy clouds almost instantly. The earthquake stopped in its tracks, leaving the brothers’ spines twitching and ears itching.

The trees held nothing but silence as Dean wheezed for oxygen. He could feel his heartbeat all the way in his boots as he rolled over to check on Sam. Twigs poked up out of his ridiculous hair as he gingerly pressed against the knee he’d twisted a few minutes before, sucking at air like it was going out of style. Huffing out a sound that could have been a laugh, Dean nodded when Sam gave him a thumbs up. They did it. They killed the bastard. And they didn’t die this time. Although his lungs felt like they might make a liar out of him in a moment.

Then, into the quiet came two merry voices in stereo.

“Congratulations! You’ve hit 10,000 steps! Fastest record yet!” their phones chorused. Sam groaned as Dean sneezed a leaf out of his nose.

“Bite me, BitFit, you son-of-a-bitch!”

#Bite me bit fit #Dean Winchster #Dean #Sam Winchester #sam

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thepondonthemoon · 7 years

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Chasing Tails - 1

A/B/O alternate universe Everyone-has-tails AU Alpha! Sasuke, Omega! Naruto Cat! Sasuke, Fox! Naruto

NO MPREG

In a society where male omegas are unable to give birth, Uzumaki Naruto is ostracised for being a ‘defective’ omega. With his parents dead, he suffers from nightmares and despite a loving adoptive father and best friend, he is left to believe that he will never be able to find an alpha who will accept him for the individual that he is.

Uchiha Sasuke never planned on taking a mate, instead finding the very scent of omegas to be revolting. But as he finally surrenders to the pressures of his father to hold a ceremony for the pure purpose of obtaining a mate, he may find this decision to be life altering.

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So..uh... yea was meant to study but ended up starting another fic cuz I got inspiration for this soooo.. yea. Hope you enjoy :3 Please validate this waste of time by giving me a note ^w^ thanks!!

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Laughter. Naruto peeked out from behind his mother’s legs as the sound rang through the air, stirring a sense of curiousity and longing inside the five year old child. A smile graced his lips as he bore witness to the scene, his eyes twinkling with excitement as his white-tipped orange fox tail swished behind him. A group of children were running around, seemingly partaking in a game as their tails danced around in glee. “Go on”, a hand nudged Naruto forward as he glanced up at his mother’s warm smile. “You want to play too, don’t you?” she asked. Naruto slowly nodded, his swiftly wagging tail betraying his excitement at the thought of joining the other children.

Naruto slowly left his mother’s side, his footsteps increasing in length as he ran to play with the group of kids, the smile on his lips breaking out into a grin as an emotion bubbled up inside his throat. Laughter, what a happy sound it is, he thought as the emotion flew out of his mouth in the form of a sound. Laughing, he turned back towards his mother to see her smiling at him before being dismembered into several pieces, a smile still upon her lips. Naruto watched paralysed from fear, his laughter echoing through the scene mixing with the screams of his mother as blood spurted out of her body, painting the ground like an abstract artist aiming to depict the pain and fear coursing through his soul.

Naruto stared, unable to rip his eyes away as the same group of children that were playing crept towards the corpse of his mother before ripping into her flesh, gore covering their faces and teeth as her bones flew through the air. Suddenly, they stopped, as eerily as a piano screeching to a halt in the middle of an instrumental solo. Abrupt. Their faces slowly raised up from their meal as their eyes simultaneously fixed on Naruto and they smiled, as if desperate to display the pieces of his mother sticking out between their teeth.

“Stupid male omega”, a girl giggles.

“Useless”, a boy snickers.

“Couldn’t save his own mother”, another voice pipes up.

“Can’t give birth”, one more piles on.

“Defect of nature”, another adds to the list.

“Really, you should just kill yourself”, they chorus, their smiles disappearing as they slowly crept towards him in a motion reminiscent of that of a predator stalking his prey. Naruto had to move, he had to move, he had to move, he had to move NOW. And yet he remained paralysed as all but one jumped onto him, their teeth ripping into his flesh as his cries of agony rang through the air, his throat an instrument playing a haunting melody. The laughter had stopped.

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Naruto woke up in a sweat; hot and cold flashes abusing his body as he gasped for breath, the rapid pounding of his heart and shivers wracking his bones doing naught to help. His mind swirled in nausea as the images from the dream attacked him again and again; the sneering voices of the children leading him down the path to darkness, to the hell filled to the brim with suffering and insanity. No. No. Naruto couldn’t go back there. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. Yet despite his fervent resistance, he was unable to slide out of the grip of his nightmare. Screaming and screaming and screaming and yet not a sound could exit the constricting confines of his throat. Help me. Save me. Please. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can��t I can’t I can’t save me save me save me save me someone anybody please help me-

“Really you should just kill yourself”, a boy snickers.

Naruto broke. Tears streamed down his face as he writhed in his blankets, his hand ironically grasping his neck as if he could release the pressure that had constricted his throat to the size of a needle. Choking. Drowning. Suffocating. He watched in fearful agony as every insecurity he’d had rose out of him, congregating into a massive black blanket above his head before crashing down on him. Merciless. Like the waves of the ocean in a storm punishing each ship that had dared to challenge it. Dragged deep underwater into comforting nothingness after suffering through the painful ordeal of gasping for air only to be met with water. Calm. Naruto closed his eyes, embracing the sluggish slumber that had befallen him.

A crash echoed through the water, residing as a subdued ringing in his ears. But Naruto was so tired; tired of reliving the same nightmare, tired of being ostracised, tired of living. It all just seemed so tedious compared to the appeal of drifting away from it all on the big fluffy cloud he seemed to be on. Yes, finally, uninterrupted sleep, he thought as his consciousness gave out, not having enough energy to process the running footsteps or the shrieks of “Naruto!” in his ear.

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Iruka yawned as he awoke, his body alerting him to its need to be hydrated. Sighing, he rolled out of bed and started walking towards the kitchen of his apartment, still half asleep but unable to ignore the state of his dry mouth any longer. Upon arriving at the kitchen, he yawned again and as he grabbed a glass, his heavy eyes slid shut, slackening his grip on the glass. CRASH. His eyes flew wide awake as the shattering of the glass echoed through the apartment; his brain suddenly whirling with the brief onslaught of adrenaline as his body reacted to the loud sound. Sighing at the break of yet another glass, he slowly relaxed before picking up on a familiar sound.

Iruka’s mind raced in both confusion and desperation as he stood there in his 2 am deliria, struggling to focus on what he should do and yet being unable to pick out the one thought from the thousands of ideas running wild in his head. A loud thump finally struck him into action upon realising the true danger of the situation. “Naruto!” Iruka shrieked as he ran into Naruto’s room, heart pounding with fear as he saw Naruto’s body lying on the floor. Hands trembling, he slowly placed two fingers on Naruto’s throat, and upon feeling a pulse he sighed, his entire body sagging in relief and his brown wolf tail relaxing as the tension escaped. Quickly, Iruka grasped Naruto’s phone - which was sitting on Naruto’s bedside table - and called for an ambulance. As the signature siren sounds approached, Iruka placed Naruto upon his bed and smoothed out the disturbed ruffles in the orange tail, wincing as he discovered each new knot and knowing that this situation could very well have resulted in the death of his adopted child. After all, Naruto’s tail was abnormally attuned to his emotional state, a condition that no doctor had ever been able to diagnose.

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“NARUTOOOOO!!!”

A loud familiar voice echoed in Naruto’s ear, followed by something heavy landing on his body. Wincing, Naruto awoke only to discover his best friend, Sakura, laying on top of him; her brown wolf tail with pink highlights wagging behind her in concern for her friend. Upon realising that Naruto was awake, her eyes glinted in excitement as a ramble of questions tore out of her mouth without any regard for the drowsy fox struggling to gain a sense of his surroundings.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh my god what happened?”

“Iruka told me you could’ve died; I was so worried”

“By the way he had to go to work so you’re stuck with me for now”

“How are you feeling?”

“Do you need to schedule another appointment with that wolf shrink?”

“Do you need to-”

Naruto tuned her out, opting instead to glance around his surroundings and upon noticing the familiar white, sterile walls he breathed out a prolonged sigh. That same nightmare that had haunted him ever since the death of his parents was making a reappearance, indicating that unfortunately his heat was only a week away for reasons that, yet again, no doctor or therapist had been able to determine. As a male omega, Naruto was unable to give birth to fertile offspring due to the lack of a proper internal environment and as a result, he was often observed as ‘useless’ to society. After all, what good was an omega if it couldn’t produce children to carry on the alpha’s bloodline? Fortunately, he only went into heat every year or so, as compared to female omegas who had to deal with their heats every 3 months.

Still, Naruto envied Sakura, an omega lucky enough to be born female, and with her shiny, fluffy tail there weren’t many alphas that wouldn’t crawl across shards of glass just to gain the chance of a bond with her. In this society, the appearance of the tail as well as the ‘pure-blood’ status marked the desirability of an individual.

A ‘pure-blood’ referred to a person with an extra chromosome termed ‘Chromosome R’. Such a phenomenon would be impossible, or would usually result in the formation of a retarded individual, making pure-bloods quite rare to come across. However, this extra chromosome was able to carry genetic information from the person’s lineage - indicated by their tail or ears - allowing the individual to gain certain characteristics that were above the ordinary for a normal person.

Naruto sighed almost in defeat as he stroked his fluffy fox tail. He had long accepted the fact that society would never accept him, nor would an alpha ever want to take him as a mate and yet the idea of complete rejection struck a chord with the omega within him. Well, he thought glancing at Sakura, at least he had a friend as well as Iruka, his adoptive father.

A small phrase that exited the pink-haired omega’s mouth finally caught his attention.

“Hey remember Uchiha Sasuke? I heard that he’s finally holding a mate ceremony!” Sakura jumped around excitedly. It was easy to see that she was smitten with the Uchiha.

“Ah, yes”, Naruto recalled drily. The Uchihas were a prestigious family where every member had carried Chromosome R, and as a result all carried traits from their ancestral animals, which only gave rise to their reputation as one of the oldest and most ancient families in the town of Konoha. Uchiha Sasuke was the youngest son of the family, and with his sleek, black cat tail and dismissive attitude it was no wonder that all the omegas salivated over claiming the alpha for themselves.

It was common for such traditional families to hold ceremonies for their children as they came of age, usually at the age of 18, to provide them with a mate of their choosing. Interestingly enough, the much desired Sasuke had refused the idea of such a ceremony, and yet here he was, announcing that he was now ready for a mate at the age of 21.

“Tch”. A sound of annoyance exited Naruto’s mouth at the thought of the black-haired alpha, a sense of uneasiness and frustration spreading throughout his body for no apparent reason. Surprised by the small sound, Sakura glanced over at the blonde before a giggle erupted in her throat.

“If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you hated the guy”, she grinned.

“Huh?” Naruto snapped back. “Of course I hate him! Everyone’s always like-”, Naruto cleared his throat before raising the pitch of his voice and twirling imaginary hair. “Sasuke’s like, he’s sooooo hot like, oh. My. God. So hot!! Like did you like, even see his tail!? Sooo shiny and nice and I bet I can totally make him fall in love with me hehe”.

“Hahahaha well, you’re not wrong”, Sakura laughed before grimacing, “That’s actually exactly how Ino acts, that bitch”.

Naruto smirked. “You know, if I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you hated the girl”.

Sakura stared at him in disbelief before sighing in frustration. “Ughhhhh oh whatever fuck you too. Main thing is that I’ll be attending the ceremony as a suitor so you better be there to support me”.

Naruto rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah fine. You sure being seen with me won’t reduce your chances?”

Sakura glanced over at the blonde, his orange tail swishing nervously despite his nonchalant attitude. She smiled eerily, “Any person stupid enough to refuse to look past your physical appearance can go fuck themselves. Seriously, people don’t give you enough credit which is unfortunate”.

Naruto sighed, almost sagging in relief before smiling at his friend. “Thanks Sakura. Of course I’ll support you. After all, Uchiha Sasuke is supposedly one hell of a catch huh?” He winked at her, ignoring the twitching of his tail as he uttered those words. “When is it anyway?”

“Oh it’s actually just next week”, Sakura replied animatedly, before launching into a rant about the unfairness of the short notice.

But Naruto’s mind was elsewhere, too focused on the thought that the ceremony had happened to perfectly line up with the timing of his one heat in the entire year.

#naruto x sasuke #sasunaru #sasuke x naruto #abo au #au #fanfiction #tails ftw #awww fox naruto

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moodymindymusereactions · 7 years

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When you’re feeling worthless and they try to cheer you up

I did alter this just a tad to keep it from becoming redundant. I hope you don’t mind. If you want me to rewrite it let me know!

Suho:

Junmyeon is a softie at heart, to be honest. He’s such a gentle soul. Seeing you so stressed over a project and just so frustrated with both your work and yourself makes him really sad. He doesn’t want you to ever feel like you’re worthless. That’s the absolute LAST thing he wants. I see him as the type to make you get up and walk away from your project. He’ll take you to lunch or for ice cream, then a peaceful walk through the shopping district. He’ll distract you with cute plush toys and by making you try on literally everything that he deems cute. By the time you both get back home, your shoulders are loose and the tension between your eyebrows is gone. Instead, you feel a little more revitalized. Junmyeon would kiss your temple and tell you not to stress so much. “If you start feeling that way about yourself again, just remember to get up and walk away. It’s better to clear your mind and come back refreshed than to sit there and beat yourself up. I can’t have my jagi thinking so poorly of herself, okay?”

Xiumin:

Minseok strikes me as someone who powers through tough times, but in a calm manner. So say you’ve been trying to write this stupid essay for the past few hours and there’s still nothing but a blinking cursor on the screen. You’re super frustrated and you just want to throw your hands in the air and give up. Minseok is probably going to bring you some water, rub your shoulders a bit, and tell you it’s okay. If you start berating yourself by saying you’re stupid or something, Minseok is going to turn your chair around and firmly tell you to stop. ‘Just breathe’ he’ll say. When you’ve calmed down a bit, he’ll have you explain the essay to him. He’ll walk you through it in such a way that by the time you two are done talking, you’ll probably have a good, general idea of what you want to say. I can totally see him sitting beside you the whole time, too. Like, he won’t leave until you’re finished. “See, baby? I told you it wasn’t impossible. You just have to remember to breathe and organize your thoughts. Besides, I’m always here if you need someone to bounce ideas off of.” (cue affectionate bop to your nose)

Lay:

This guy knows what it's like to struggle through things. He understands how difficult it can be at times to stumble and fail consistently and just generally feel like a failure. But Yixing’s philosophy is to try, try again. So if you just couldn’t get your feet to cooperate with your brain for the choreography you’re trying desperately to master, he’ll probably stop you and make you sit down for a breather. ‘Hydrate, baobei’ he’d say, pushing a water bottle into your hands before reaching out to massage your calves lightly. Once your breathing was under control again, he’d have you stand up and together you would both go through the choreo at a slow pace, section by section. Gradually he’d speed things up, pausing only to adjust you here and there, until you are finally able to get through the movements with no mistakes. “See! It’s not so bad! Don’t worry about not grasping things right away. Sometimes we just need to take our time and learn things slowly before we can perfect them. There’s nothing wrong with that. As long as you put your heart into, everything will work out in the end.”

Baekhyun:

This one is known to be critical of himself. He’ll understand your frustrations with your job. I mean, you tried your absolute hardest to get that promotion. You’ve been slaving over your work for months now trying to prove yourself, all so that in the end the big wigs on top could just hand over something you rightly deserved to some fresh faced newbie. What was so wrong with your work product that you didn’t deserve that job title? You’ve been there for so long, working so diligently, how did you not get it? Was it not good enough? Were YOU not good enough? Was this their subtle way of telling you that you’d never advance forward? Baekhyun would want to stop your train of thought before it got too far ahead, because none of this was true. He knows you work hard and he knows all the pressure you place on yourself. It honestly breaks his heart to see you ragging on yourself, so he does the only thing he can: he makes you laugh. Only when you’re laying on the ground in stitches, little giggles falling from your lips, does he feel satisfied. “Listen, jagiyah, there’s nothing wrong with you or you work. They just felt that whoever that person was could do a better job. It’s their loss for not choosing someone as dedicated as you. There will be other opportunities, I promise. Just don’t blame yourself for something that’s not really in your control, okay?”

Chen:

Jongdae is a beagle, but he’s the calmest of the beagles. He’ll patiently listen to you fuss over how you can’t get this painting just right. How you have no idea if you’ll ever be able to finish it and it’s the most simple painting you’ve ever done, so why is it so hard to pick up the brush and keep going? It doesn’t matter what color you throw on it, it looks awful in your opinion. Of course, this bub, doesn’t agree. He thinks it looks amazing, but he understands as an artist how critical we can be of ourselves. He’ll come up behind you and hug you tightly, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying you back and forth. He’ll give you suggestions like, maybe throw some yellow in there or maybe neon pink! This will make you laugh and he’ll whine about how he was serious, but ultimately he’s just happy to see a smile on your face instead of the hardcore scowl you were just sporting. “You know, we could just throw random paint colors at the canvas and make like a million bucks. I mean if a picture with a single line can go for four million, then certainly our masterpiece will sell for more! Or maybe you just need a new muse! How about me? Naked?” (cue eyebrow wiggles and then the subsequent whines as you fling paint at him)

Chanyeol:

Talk about a puppy! Chanyeol is going to be so sad if he comes home and sees you crying on the couch out of frustration. You’ve been giving this semester your all, honest to god you have been. Things just weren’t going your way. The teachers sucked, the coursework was incredibly difficult, and your team mates shoved most of the major project work on your shoulders. Midterms are coming up and you just can’t breathe right now. This giant is going to drop all his things at the door and scoop you up to sit on his lap. Whispered nothings fill your ears as well as the sound of his steady heartbeat. He’ll ask you to tell him what’s wrong and then proceed to tell you everything will be fine. You’re so smart and so much stronger than you think you are. Eventually you’re going to look back at this semester and just smile because you know you got through it with your head held high. He’ll tell you to stand up to your classmates and shove their work back on them firmly, too. “Do you want me to write the email, babe? I’ll do it? Or do you want me to have an actual conversation with them? Cuz I will! I definitely will! No one makes my baby cry!” *he’ll be pouty if you tell him he’s really not that threatening* **be sure to give him a kiss, tho...you know as thanks**

D.O:

Kyungsoo is the silent observer. He probably knows you better than you know yourself. He’ll notice immediately if you’re overly stressed or beating yourself up over something. Kyungsoo reminds me of the pillar types. He doesn’t have to say much or really even do much to remind you he’s there. He just is. His very presence is a calming, soothing force. You have deadlines coming up and your editor is on your ass about the new chapter, but no matter what you do, your writer’s block just won’t go away. You’ve been writing and re-writing the same page for days now. You hate all your ideas. Honestly, you feel like you’ve done everything you can (inclusive of offing characters just for something write about), but you’re stuck. You HAVE to get this chapter out, but right now you just feel like the biggest failure. Why did you even become an author to begin with? Are you even that good? Do people even really like your work? How can they when you suck this much? Kyungsoo is going to have absolutely none of that. He’ll be a lot like Junmyeon, in the sense that he’s going to force you to get up and walk away from your work desk. He’ll sit you down in the kitchen and make you a meal, being sure that you actually eat everything on your plate and maybe even a second helping. This guy wants you to be as healthy as possible. That’s what’s important. Then he’ll probably sit you down and have you talk through your ideas. The more you talk and the more you bounce ideas off him, the clearer your plot becomes. You rediscover ideas you had completely forgotten. “It’s okay to be stuck, jagi. It happens to all of us. When you feel stuck, instead of berating yourself, come talk to me. We’ll figure it out together, okay? Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Kai:

This one is also pretty quiet, but just like Kyungsoo, he’s a pillar in your life. You work with a bunch of kindergartners and lately, you’ve been having trouble with one child in particular. He’s fussy, violent, and quick tempered. You know he just needs attention and the proper guidance, but everything you try just seems to backfire. On top of all that, you’ve been struggling with your lesson plans recently. Overall you just feel less and less creative as your stress mounts. Jongin will crawl into bed behind you and just wrap his arms around you, pulling on you slightly so you drape yourself over him. He’ll run his fingers through your hair and rub away the tension in the base of your skull and neck. He would quietly ask you to explain what’s happening, so you would, ending with how you feel like a failure for 1. Not being able to help the little boy and 2. For not being able to improve at your job. He’d tut quietly and tell you, you worry too much, insisting that there wasn’t anyone in the world better than you at your job. Jongin would reassure you that if you just keep reaching out to the child, he would eventually fall for you the same way Jongin did. He would insist that you take a nap with him, promising that once the two of you were up again he’d help you with your lesson planning and even give some advice for the trouble child. “It’s very hard to resist you and your charms, jagi. You’ll see. Just give it time.” (insert gentle kiss to the forehead)

(you are D.O.)

Sehun:

He’s a tricky one, honestly. Sehun is both super sassy and a super sweetheart. If you were getting frustrated with yourself because of a certain recipe you couldn’t get right, he’d probably tease you for it. He doesn’t like to hear you talking bad about yourself (he might even lightheartedly say that’s his job), so he’ll scoff and tell you to knock it off. No one talks bad about his jagi, not even you. He’ll insist that you make the dish over and over again until you get it. This is his technique and it’s always proven to work in the end. Of course, that means there’s going to be a lot of leftovers, but he tells you not to worry about it, because he’s a guy and he has eight other grown men that will eat it up. Free is free is free, tbh. You never know, this could become a permanent thing that happens. He’s going to want to try all your new recipes, even if they’re bad (though he’ll tell you straight up if they are). Sehun strikes me as someone who is not afraid of constructive criticism, nor is he afraid of giving it. This is a good thing. His honesty will help you grow as a baker/cook. That and he’ll always be super pleased when you perfect your craft each time. “Did [y/n] make any more food?” “What makes you think you’re worthy enough to enjoy it?” (insert classic eyebrow raise and judging face)

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#exo reactions #exo scenarios #exo #kpop #kpop scenarios

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san-bika · 8 years

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Old Habits Die Hard - Lance-Voltron fic

Bring on the Langst ficlets!! Many plot bunnies were had over the holidays.

***Trigger Warning - EDNOS; disordered eating in general***

****This is a paid comission, meaning someone asked for me to write this, worked with me while writing it, and paid me for it. Please see the notes regarding this fic below from the person who requested it.****

NOTA BENE - I, figandmelon, appreciate the concern for my health but the italicized text below is not mine, as I wrote above, but is the sweet girl’s who commissioned the story. She had written a rough outline and gave a me a few paragraphs to start with. I don’t have food issues and this story is not meant to promote or romanticize disordered eating. I have written a follow-up story to this to prevent any idea that this is a good thing or that I approve this. That story was not commissioned by the girl but I felt I needed to write it. Also see the unedited text below - I had fixed the grammar but my patron has asked me to revise it to what she actually wrote! Sorry!

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I am working out some food issues. Please dont take this as any kind of endorsment of disordered eating.

Food is delicious, Good, important, and healthy. Food is one of the necissities of life and it is amazing how many ways food is prepared tasty healthy, inventive good for the environment, etc. Food makes us strong and can heal us and is tied to our all culture and heritage and family.

If you start to feel diffrently about food or struggle wth eating, get help as soon as you can and avoid a long &dangerous road.

Please know this isn’t realy a headcanon I have for Lance. I see him feeling like this, yes. But I had these feelings when I was a kid and my last years in school when I had no money to buy food and just ate whatever we threw out at work. This is my way of letting go of that. Thanks.

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Rating: T - disordered eating, anxiety

Pairings: Klance (ish)

Length: 1585 words

Tags: angst, disordered eating, OCD, anxiety

Lance glanced down at a large bowl of space gelatin, blocky and trembling from the movements around the table.

It wasn’t ideal given its green coloring or gel consistency. It tasted vaguely like a sweet chicken broth, off-putting but you got over it. It wasn’t tostones or yuca or black beans and rice but you played the hand you were dealt. Lance knew that all too well.

For all of its drawbacks, the goo sure was plentiful. It was dispensed from hoses, for quiznak’s sake. And it doubled as a hydration source.

Food was a spartan necessity for Alteans; their pleasures tended to indulge their senses of touch (shape shifting in micro and macro ways was both a talent and physically enjoyable, which Lance occasionally liked to daydream about…alone if you catch the drift) and superior sight (apparently double pupils and triple retinas and lenses gave them something like super mega HD vision and millions of colors to delight in) rather than taste. Allura and Coran usually ate the goo quickly and with oh-so-perfect manners.

Everyone was eating and chatting. He lifted the spoon and licked it but felt his throat seize before dropping it into the bowl. This wasn’t going to work. And if that was the case Lance was going to do what he did best. Make a scene.

“Princess, aren’t you feeling tired?”

Allura looked up at Lance’s raised voice interrupting her quiet interlude with Shiro. “No Lance,” she said slowly, “are you? I thought the training session had an appropriate difficulty level. Perhaps you-”

“Well you should be cuz you’ve been running through my mind all day.” Finger guns. Wink. Lecherous smile. Ugh, he was the worst.

The silence was actually painful and the brunette felt all kinds of first and secondhand embarrassment for himself. But it was worth it not to worry the others needlessly.

“LANCE, why?!”

“Really, why though?”

“Come on buddy, you’re still on this?”

Allura was speechless but the twitch in her eye spoke volumes. Coran looked torn between laughing at the pun (he loved puns, dad jokes, basically anything that would make the average person or alien groan) and shaking his finger at the disrespect.

Pidge stood up with her bowl and laptop balanced in some unholy manner, her nose curled in disgust. “Well.. I’m off to my room. If I stay here for another of Lance’s pick up fails, I’ll lose my appetite and I’m a growing teen.” She hurried off still muttering. So quick to judge, Pidge?

Lance felt the red flush of shame creep up his neck. But if this was going to work, he’d need to go all in.

“Aww come on guys! I can’t be the only who sees that Allura and I are soulmates. I mean she’s like my catnip! Uhh, lion nip?”

A chorus of groans and complaints was his response. Allura was aghast, forming words without speaking, clearly ready to unleash fury on the unfortunate paladin.

But with perfect timing Coran escorted her away, clearing their perfectly clean bowls and sending an apologetic half-smile to the blue paladin. “This way, Allura, some space will do us all a world of good so we can come back and practice our flight drills in excellent form tomorrow. Space will clear our heads, isn’t that right Lance?”

The pilot wanted to laugh at the redhead’s twitching mustache but couldn’t. He just summoned an awkward smile/grimace and turned to see how well his plan was working.

Keith had started in on his second bowl of goop, eating so quickly that Lance had to look away before his stomach turned. Guess that desert shack didn’t have an etiquette book after all.

Hunk had scooted off to start dishes in the kitchen. He didn’t handle conflict too well. Man, Lance would have to do something really nice for him to make up for this ridiculousness. Maybe he could work with Pidge to set up some solo interspace video chat time with his alien rock girlfriend….

Shiro was already gone. Huh. He must actually have a crush on Allura and truly not be able to hear even the lamest of pick-up lines meant for her with any modicum of dignity. Or he must have wanted to kill Lance for the sheer audacity of hitting on the last known survivor of her species while aware it was an unrequited crush.

Yeah, Lance didn’t feel great about that either but he didn’t exactly want to tell the other Paladins that he couldn’t eat sometimes.

After Keith had downed the last of his food, he pushed his chair back and strode off with that permanent aggression to clean his bowl.

Lance noticed the faint eye roll and scoff as he walked past him and added that to all the other chips on the shoulder. Well, he was sitting with his spoon up and mouth open like some elementary school kid. He tried to adopt a more effortlessly cool pose but the hothead had crossed the room already and had his back to him.

That went well. Lance McClain, ruiner of dinner parties and cargo pilot extraordinaire.

He wilted a little as he felt the exertion of the day’s exercises. He hadn’t managed much that morning either. He needed to eat but he just… couldn’t.

Every time he lifted that spoon, he wondered if Javier had eaten dinner yet. Or if he’d gone to bed after drinking a cup of water so the little ones, Yany and cousin Carlito could. If Uncle Jorge had found a workplace that would hire him despite his disability. If Mama was taking care of herself.

Had Elisa managed to find a summer job to help Mama stretch her stamps? Were the food pantries any good this summer? Pidge and Hunk had figured out that it was sometime in July, Lance couldn’t remember. All he knew was his siblings didn’t get supplemental meals from school in July. In summer, they were on their own.

He lifted the spoon again but his growling stomach started roiling with nausea. He lowered the spoon. Of course he could have food whenever he wanted. Of course it would be like that.

Despite being the shittiest person in his family, he had found a nice cushy place where food was so plentiful, it wasn’t even a thought. People could complain about it. And even if he hadn’t found Blue, if he had been at the Garrison, he would have had three perfectly rationed, calculated, and healthy if tasteless meals plus snacks whenever he wanted.

Getting into the Garrison had been a promise. He would make it out and provide for his whole family. Even those teasing cousins who gave him a hard time about how tall and lanky he was.

They all had sacrificed enough that his absence was a loss. Mama and Papa had needed to work so hard just to pay for the testing. Now that he had effectively dropped out, all his studying and scholarships, all of his family’s money, stretched so thin with so many needs, it was all for nothing.

If he at least had dropped out and gone home, he could work. He could contribute. He could make Javier and Mama eat at least. Here his destiny was to save the world or die trying but at his family’s expense.

Always at his family’s expense.

Lance slammed the table with his closed fist, willing his frustration and other more painful things to dry up. He swallowed to prevent the nausea from making him sicker but feelings of bitterness and shame drew more tears out of him.

He dropped his head over the full, jiggling bowl. Twisting his hair between his fingers, he imagined it with cartoon eyes and a smile but it didn’t help.

He was a Paladin of Voltron. He needed to be strong to defeat Zarkon and help his family. He needed to eat.

Lance lifted the spoon from the table. He choked down a bite and clamped long brown fingers over his wide mouth. He managed to keep it down but it was a close thing.

Rather than better, he felt worse, like he had run a marathon without water. His throat burned as if the space goo was stuck in it. A headache came on around his temples. His eyes watered.

Had Mama even eaten today? Would she? Could she? Was there even food in the house?

Lance rose quickly. Thick emotion warped the air around him and he swallowed hard against his sadness. He threw the space goo in a trash receptacle and left the bowl on the table. It was a dick move but would throw off any suspicions for now. And Hunk, bless his sweet angelic nature, wouldn’t hold it against him.

Normally he would share his food with the mice but they were too damn chummy with Allura and if they told her that he skipped a whole meal, he’d definitely be questioned.

And at this point he wasn’t sure what would help him, if anything even could.

He loped off towards Blue in a haze, one hand firmly clenched around his mouth and the other around his aching stomach. He missed his mother terribly and his lion was the closest thing to her. Just sitting next to her was all he wanted.

Lance didn’t see Keith walk out from the kitchen doorway and pick up his bowl. The red paladin’s face was neutral but his keen eyes were lit with worry and disbelief.

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shy-violet-soul · 6 years

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Bite Me, BitFit

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Summary: Dean is introduced to wearable fitness technology. It doesn’t go well. Rating: E for everyone Warnings: fitness-related fluff; canon-compliant violence; a few bad words Word Count: 1,400 ish A/N: I just recently got a FitBit™. Quite the handy little contraption - because my job is sedentary, the little buzzing reminders on my wrist are good for me to go take a walk. In the midst of a crazy moment, when that thing buzzed, I had to roll my eyes. Then it made me wonder what Dean would think of it. I took some creatively liberties with the actual functionalities of the app/device for the plot. This is un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

This is a work of fiction based on characters owned by the CW and the creators of Supernatural. My work is not to be posted elsewhere without my written permission.

Suspicion lasered out of Dean’s narrowed green eyes as he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, while Sam wiggled the slim box in his direction.

“C’mon, Dean. It’ll be good for both of us. It monitors exercise, your sleeping patterns…”

“None of which I do.”

“...Steps taken, water intake, calories burned...”

“None of which I care about.”

Plucking the phone from Sam’s grasp, Dean scrolled through the app dubiously. “Does the ‘Weekend Warrior’ measure machete swings?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Look, you were just saying how you needed to take better care of yourself.”

“No, you said that.” Dean extended the phone back to him dismissively. “All that fancy fitness crap is your wheelhouse, so go wheel yourself along.”

“Whoa, hey, what?”

“It’s fine, Dean. I kept the receipt. I’ll get you a new heating pad for your shoulder or something.”

Dean scowled as Sam turned to walk away.

“You saying I’m too old?”

“Now, I didn’t say ‘old’. You just need to be...careful.”

“You’re the one that needs to be careful. I could still whip you five ways from Sunday, Sammy!”

“Dean, hey, it’s fine! We don’t need to have any stupid competitions on which of us is in better shape…”

“FitBit™.”

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Day 1

“Did you hit your step goal today?” Sam wanted to know. Dean scoffed where he sat at the kitchen table with his laptop.

“Uh, yeah. Like, hours ago.”

Sam frowned in surprise. “Really? ‘Cuz I literally just hit 10,000 after walking around the storage room all day.”

Dean blinked at his brother. “My goal is 3,000.”

“Dean!”

His brother cavalierly waved off his protest. “Hey, you said ‘step goal’. You didn’t say whose step goal.”

Bitch Face Level 1 volleyed at Dean as Sam tossed his hands up in disgust. “You can’t just change the goal after the challenge begins! That’s like cheating!”

“It’s not cheating! It’s...creative interpretation of the ground rules.”

“Dean!”

“Fine! I’ll change it to 10,000. Bitch,” he grumbled.

So validated, Sam sniffed in offense. “Jerk.”

Day 3

“HA! Look at that!”

Sam sucked in a breath as he tried to slow his heart rate. “For cryin’ out loud, Dean!”

“Hydrate challenge...completed!” Dean crowed with a swaggering gesture. “Eight glasses, Sammy. Read it and weep.”

“You - Dean Winchester - drank eight servings of water, eight ounces each?” his brother side eyed him as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“It’s FitBit™, Dean.”

“That’s what I said.”

Too tired to formulate a comment, Sammy just smiled.

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Day 8

“Uh-oh.”

Dean cracked an eye at the tinny sounding voice.

“We’re worried about you.”

The device on his wrist buzzed, catching his attention as another “uh-oh!” chirped from his phone. Fumbling it up, Dean squinted as the app showed him a very sleep sad face emoji.

“Shut up, fitness warden,” he grumbled, pulling back onto the road.

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Day 10

The friendly blue band lit up and buzzed merrily.

“Congratulations! You’ve hit 250 steps this hour!”

Dean didn’t even flinch as he sprinted through the woods at full tilt, flames licking at his heels in advance of the unearthly roar behind him.

“Sammy!”

“This way, Dean!”

The creature dug its claws in, clots of dirt tossing up as it spun to track Dean when he turned a tight corner towards his brother. Snapping its jaws, it growled before giving chase once more.

“I’m about to maximum impact all over the place, godammit! SAM! I’m about to be cat-lizard food!” he blared out.

“Now!” Sam shouted, and his tall frame was suddenly there, crossbow at the ready with a hastily prepared iron spear locked and loaded. “Tuck and roll, Dean!”

Then, into the quiet came two merry voices in stereo.

“Congratulations! You’ve hit 10,000 steps! Fastest record yet!” their phones chorused. Sam groaned as Dean sneezed a leaf out of his nose.

“Bite me, BitFit, you son-of-a-bitch!”

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