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gingerbloof · 1 year ago

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cough syrup (astarion x sick gn!tav)

contents: fluff, sick, stubborn tav, astarion being sweet, mentions of hunting, mentions of other companions (Shadowheart), medicine, kissing, sexual innuendo authors note: hii all, i'm still down with covid, unfortunately, but i hope this self indulgent fic will suffice for now! thank you all for the love on my past fics. i really apprecaite you all. please enjoy! word count: 1,726

You woke in the middle of the night, sweat trickling down your forehead despite your shivering. Gods, you were freezing…

The moon was full and big in the sky, and even the soft rays of moonlight made your head throb. You groan softly and sit up. As soon as you did, a horrendous sounding cough escaped your chest.

Oh, Gods… Please don’t be sick…

You swallowed thickly, your throat stinging in pain and parched. You slowly get up, careful not to wake anyone and make your way down by the river to get some water. You stumble a bit, your head pounding and your ears full. You knelt down by the bank and cupped your hands in the water. The coolness of it made you shiver even more. You brought your hands to your lips and drank down the water, your throat stinging in reply. Another ghastly cough left you, filling the silent night. You tried to muffle it as much as you could so you didn’t wake anyone.

Your head throbbed even more with each cough, every movement proving exhausting. You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled and you tipped over. Before your bottom could hit the dirt, a swift pair of arms caught you. A soft, familiar chuckle was heard from behind you, but you were too delirious to realize who it was, but as soon as a honeyed, yet snarky voice met your ears, you instantly knew who it was.

“Clumsy this evening, are we, my dear?”

“Astarion…” You hoarsely greeted him.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that you two cared for each other. Astarion had even admitted it a couple weeks ago, though neither of you really knew what this was. Regardless, he had been a sweet and careful partner thus far, and you admired him more and more for that as each day passed.

He helped to shift you back onto your feet. You wobbled a bit as you regained your balance, trying your best to hide your illness. You cleared your throat nasally as you looked at him.

“I’m sorry, love. Did I wake you?” You asked, trying to keep your voice as still and well sounding as possible. “No, no,” He said, licking some blood off the back of his hand that you had barely noticed. “I just got back from hunting. Your neck is safe for tonight, my dear,” He gave you a playful wink. You chuckled softly, another cough escaping you. You tried to cut it short, but you struggled as you went into a short coughing fit. His face grew with worry as he stepped closer to you, rubbing your back gently.

“Goodness, my sweet… You sound positively dreadful,” He said, a tone of worry replacing his usual honeyed voice. “Are you ill?” He asked. You shook your head, your coughs residing for now. “N-No,” You struggled to speak, phlegm coating the back of your throat. “Just a sore throat is all.”

A chuckle left the pale elf’s lips, shaking his head. “My love, I can hear the way your lungs are struggling right now. This is no sore throat,” He stood in front of you and placed the back of his hand on your forehead, humming softly. “As I suspected. You’ve a fever… You poor thing,” He cooed, trying to place a gentle kiss on your dry lips. You pursed your lips and turned your head away. “Mm-nm, Astarion. I don’t want to get you sick…”

He let out a soft laugh. “Darling, may I remind you… I’m a vampire,” He smirked. “I don’t fall ill unless I haven’t fed. Now, come. You are going back to bed,” He kissed your lips successfully this time, and swiftly lifted you into his arms bridal style. You let out a soft sound of surprise and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

Before you knew it you were laying back down, but not in your own bedroll. In Astarion’s. He spoke a gentle “Won’t be moment, dear,” Before he hurried off to gather some extra blankets. He came back a few moments later and wrapped you up snugly in them. He obviously loved coddling you like this, because you saw a faint smile on his face as you cooed in content at the warmness of the blankets.

He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear and placed a soft peck on your forehead. “Sleep, now, love. I’ll go and see if our healing friends can do anything about this come morning.” You nodded slowly, feeling the everloving embrace of not only your partner, but sleep overcome you.

You woke a few hours later in yet another coughing fit. You sat up so you could catch your breath and notice Astarion is no longer with you. You looked over to the flaps of the tent and they were tightly closed. The sun had risen and the very few rays of light that came into the tent practically blinded you as you slowly opened your eyes.

You heard the sounds of Astarion’s and Shadowheart’s voices just outside the tent, slightly bickering.

“What sort of cleric are you if you can’t heal them?” You heard Astarion scoff. You could practically picture the way he was standing; arms crossed, a slight pout on his face and very defensive. Shadowheart sighed hopelessly. “As much as I would like to heal Tav, whatever has infected them will not heal simply with magic…” She said reluctantly. “It’s not fatal, if that’s what you’re worried about. Unfortunately, however, they will have to face this the old fashioned way; by simply resting and natural remedies.” Astarion sighed, defeated. “Alright… Well, thank you for trying. Now, shoo. Or you’ll be ill next,” He said.

You heard Shadowheart’s footsteps walk away before the flaps of the tent slowly, carefully opened. As he shut them tightly, another coughing fit took over you. You were positively drenched with sweat and your entire body ached. You felt like death.

Astarion quickly turned to you and cupped your face in his cool hands, his face deep with worry. “Oh, my poor little love…” He cooed. He shifted beside you and rubbed your back as you kept coughing. Tears formed in your eyes as you struggled to take in a breath, every attempt causing you to cough even harder.

Astarion frantically searched his tent for anything to help soothe the cough, even if it was temporary. He quickly grabbed a bottle of simple cough syrup that Shadowheart had given him and poured you a cap full. He handed it to you as your coughing fit slowly started to stop. You waved your head in dismissal, shaking your head. “No, love…” You said, each word scratching and gnawing at your throat. “I’m fine.” You insisted. Astarion huffed, not budging and shoving the cap toward you again.

“Right, and I adore Gale,” He said sarcastically. This made you roll your eyes. You looked at him and he wore a stern, yet pleading expression. “Take the medicine, my love.” He said, holding the cap in front of you.

Your nose curled up in disgust as you eyed the thick red liquid. Ever since you were a child you hated medicine. Your mother had to practically hold you down and force you to take it because you hated it so much. You grumbled and shook your head at him.

He sighed, and raised a hand in defense. “Alright, if you’re so sure…” He begrudgingly gave in, taking the cap away from you. You smirk in success, a lighthearted “Hmph” leaving your lips. He smirked at you and shook his head. “Even sick, you are the cheekiest little pup, aren’t you?” He purred. You flushed through your already reddened face and looked away meekly.

A moment passed, then his cold fingers took your chin and led your head back to face him. He smiled warmly and leaned in to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss. He briefly swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access to your mouth. When you complied and parted your lips, you suddenly tasted a disgusting fluid entering your mouth.

Cough syrup…

He kept his lips firmly against yours, forcing you to swallow. You shoved him away weakly, your face scrunching up in disgust once again. You stuck your tongue out in disgust. “Blech!!”

That sneaky bastard…

“Ughh, Astarion!” You groaned, the sickly sweet fluid coating your throat, already starting to alleviate some pain. He laughed successfully and hard, falling over onto his side, clutching his stomach. You pouted at him as he laughed. “That wasn’t funny…” You whined, crossing your arms.

He sighed happily, wiping a tear of joy from his eye. He sat up and kissed your nose sweetly. “Oh, my dear, you are too easy!” He scooted so he was next to you and propped up on his elbow on his side, giving you a devilish smirk.

You rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You asshole,” You said, curling up under your covers again. He giggled and shrugged. “I mean, it was either that, or I could’ve put it on my-” You gasped and quickly sat up, hushing him. “Astarion!” You said, shocked at the audacity of him. He laughed once again, laying you back down.

“You would’ve taken it then, wouldn’t you?” He asked, his smirk growing. You shook your head and scoffed, allowing him to lay you back down. “Shut up,” You said, nuzzling your face into his chest. He chuckled and kissed the crown of your head, wrapping his arms snugly around you.

You both stayed there for the rest of the day while your other companions went out to travel. You slept most of the day, although you were interrupted by a couple of coughing fits, thankfully not as bad now that you had taken something. All throughout the day, whether you were sleeping or not, Astarion would check in on you and check to see if your fever had broken, which it did after a few hours. He brought a damp rag to place on your forehead and would read to you while you would drift back to sleep.

He was the sweetest, most compassionate lover you had ever had… As long as you had him to take care of you, maybe being sick wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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vernons-girl · 11 months ago

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Since wonwoo is talkative when hes sick, maybe a little fluffy fluff about sick whiny pouty wonwoo wants his business woman gf to take care of him and put all of her attention on him would be good in this winter vibe

love and tissues | jeon wonwoo

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Wonwoo was often quiet, but that rarely meant that something was wrong, on the contrary, Wonwoo had the odd habit of being the complete opposite when he was sick.

Wonwoo had caught a nasty cold, leaving him feeling sick, whiny, and incredibly needy.

Meanwhile, you, his ever so busy girlfriend, was at work juggling meetings and deadlines.

But as soon as you received Wonwoo's distressed messages, urging you to please come home, your heart sank a little.

So you did your best to wrap up everything you had to do today in the office as soon as possible and headed straight home.

When you got inside of your shared apartment, you found Wonwoo curled up on the couch, hiding under a pile of fluffy blankets, surrounded by tissues and cough syrup. Upon hearing you step inside the room, he looked up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, and he began whining for you attention :

"Y/N, I don't feel well at all," Wonwoo moaned, his voice raspy from coughing. "I need you to take care of me, please." he pleaded.

Of course, you couldn't resist him, despite knowing you still had some work waiting for you, you indulged into his need for you. With a soft sigh, you set aside your bag and sat beside him, placing a hand on his forehead gently to check his temperature.

"You poor thing," you cooed, brushing his hair away from his face, a pout aparent on his lips, "Don't worry, Wonwoo. I'm here for you." you reassured lovingly.

You were ready to drop everything for your needy boyfriend so you went to the kitchen and brewed him some herbal tea, prepared his favorite foods, gave him some medicine, and even fed him yourself after hearing him whine about how he couldn't take his hands out from under the blankets because of how cold he was despite the fever.

But Wonwoo's neediness seemed to know no bounds tonight as he bombarded you with a constant stream of chatter even though his throat kept on going dry every 5 minutes. But it was nothing the tea you had prepared him could fixed, he said. So he talked about nothing and everything, still demanding your undivided attention.

Despite the overwhelming workload waiting for you, you found yourself drawn into Wonwoo's world. You laughed at his jokes, listened to his stories, and cherished this moment spent together.

As the evening wore on, Wonwoo's state began to improve, thanks to your tender care and attention. And although your were exhausted from the day's events, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow of satisfaction knowing that you had been there for your lover when he needed you.

As you guys were cuddled up on the couch, Wonwoo drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face, and one thing was clear : you didn't regret putting work aside for him one bit.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo x reader

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gravityfallsreaderinsert · 5 months ago

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Mr. and Mx. Mystery

S1E2 - The Legend of the Gobblewonker

MasterList

In the kitchen was Mabel, Dipper and Y/N. The twins were at the table eating pancakes, really it was Mabel who touched the pancakes you made them, as you were at the stove making more for you and Stan. You finished and placed your share on a plate. Deciding to watch the twins have their fun, you leaned against the counter, plate in hand. You watch as the twins sat in their chairs, maple syrup bottles in hand.

"Are you ready for the ultimate challenge?" Mabel exclaimed holding a Sir Syrup bottle in her hands. "I'm always ready!" Dipper replied with just as much enthusiasm, holding a Mountie Man bottle. "Then you know what this means!" They both turned their bottle upside down in the air, mouths open trying to see who would get their syrup to fall first. "Syrup race, ahh!" They both shouted, cheering for their respected bottles.

"Go, Sir Syrup!"

"Go, Mountie Man!"

"Go go!" They both shout as the syrup in Mabel's bottle starts coming out faster than Dipper's. She then taps the bottom of her bottle, the syrup dropping first. "Almost... almost... Yes," Mabel coughed as the syrup dropped in her mouth and placed her bottle down. "I won!"

Seeing that Mabel won, Dipper put down his bottle and picked up the newspaper he had on the the table. "Hey, Mabel, check this out." He scoots closer toward her, leaning the paper over so she can see. Mabel's eyes light up from looking at an ad in the paper. "Human-sized hamster balls? I'm human-sized!"

"No, no, Mabel. This," Dipper then points to a different ad in the paper that was advertising a photo contest. "We see weirder stuff than that every day. We didn't get any photos of those gnomes, did we?"

"Nope, just memories. And this beard hair." Mabel then pulls out a tuft of white hair from her sweater. Dipper looks at the hair she’s holding in disgust. "Why did you save that?" Mabel shrugged.

"Mabel drop the hair..." Y/N told her, their face also holds an expression of disgust. She lets the grip of her fingers go, laughing as the hair falls to the floor. After the twins are done talking, Stan comes into the kitchen with his own newspaper in hand. "Good morning, knuckleheads. You three know what day it is?"

"Um... Happy anniversary?" Dipper questions, when he does you put your finished plate in the sink and exclaimed. "If it is, I didn't get anything, I have enough pride to admit that." Then Mabel shouts her own guess, "Mazel tov!” Stan then hits Dipper and Y/N on the head with his newspaper, "Ow!"

"It's family fun day, ya geniuses!" Stan walks over toward the fridge. "We're cuttin' off work and havin' one of those, ya know," Pulls out a carton of milk and takes a whiff of the inside, "Bonding-type deals." He walks over toward the table again about to take a drink of the milk, until you take it out of his hands and replaced it with the pancakes you cooked him. Dipper looked over at his Uncle and asked, "Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?"

Stan and Y/N stood over the twins as the two kids were painting on counterfeit money, a bunch of finished one are hanging behind them to dry. You were guiding the twins on how to draw what was needed as Stan criticized them.

"You call that Ben Franklin? He looks like a woman!"

"I don't know, I kinda it." Once you said that, red and blue lights started flashing outside of the shank with sirens making you all turn towards the window.

"Uh-oh!"

Mabel shivered, "Ohh! The county jail was so cold." You walked over to where Mabel was sitting and rufffle her hair as you closed your eyes and sighed in content. "You have to admit though, being held together made us closer, sweetie."

Stan scarfed the rest of his pancakes down and placed his own plate with yours. He walks over to the table and wrapped his arms around all three of you, "All right, maybe we haven't been the best summer caretaker. But I swear, today we're gonna have some real family fun. Now, who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?"

Everyone cheered, throwing their arms in the air until Dipper processed what Stan said, "Wait. What?"

After you and Stan put your suits on, he handed you another blindfold, you looked at it then toward his face in disbelief. You placed one of your hands on your hip and grabbed the cloth out of his hands. "When you mentioned the blindfolds I thought you only meant the kids." He chuckled, slapped both his hands on your shoulders and gave you a playful kiss on the cheek, "Trust me, you'll love it!" Y/N placed the cloth in their pocket and started heading towards the car.

The kids are already in the backseat of the car when you and Stan get there, their blindfolds on. Stan got behind the wheel and you in the passenger seat and tied your fold over your eyes.

It's only been a few minutes in the car, when Dipper feels uneasy. As he felt the pit in his stomach grow, Stan leaned over to play with the car radio, not looking at the road making the car swerve. Dipper mutters to himself. "Whoa! Whoa! Blindfolds never lead to anything good."

"Wow. I feel like all my other senses are heightened. I can see with my fingers." Mabel touches Dipper's face, he laughs as he feels her hands on his cheek until the car hits a bump in the road. "Whoa! Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?"

Stan laughs, he leans back a little to look at the twins. "Nah, but with these cataracts I might as well be." he squints his eyes towards the front eye, hand over them, "What is that, a woodpecker?" The Twins screamed as you shouted Stan's name, all three of you feeling the car crashing through something.

"Okay, okay, open 'em up." Y/N and the twin take off their blindfolds, seeing the Gravity Falls lake in front of them. "Ta-da! It's fishin' season!"

"Fishing?" Mabel questioned as you clasped out hand together in joy walking over to stand in closer to the dock, "Fishing!" Dipper placed his hands on his hips and looked at his Grunkle in suspicion. "What are you playing at, old man?"

"You're gonna love it! The whole town's out here!" The twins looked over at the lake and low and behold it looked like half the town was enjoying a summer day on the lake. Whether it was one person or a whole family, there were multiple boats. Including Lazy Susan with a pan in his hand, asking the fish to jump in it, Toby taking a picture of a man who caught a giant fish, resulting in the man being blinded by the flash and falling in the lake and one boat had Wendy's family in it with Manly Dan grabbing the fish with his hands and punching them in the boat as his sons cheered. Stan took a deep breath as he took it all in and wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist bringing them closer, "That's some quality family bonding!"

"Uncle Stan, why do you want to bond with us all of a sudden?"

"Come on, this is gonna be great! We've never had fishin' buddies before. The guys from the lodge won't go with us. They don't like or trust us." Stan said as he made air quotations.

Y/N picked the kids up and hugged them tight, the two straining for air. "Oh, kids! This is gonna be fun! A chance to be together that isn't crime related." You then put them back on the ground walking back over to Stan, excited. Mabel turns to Dipper, "I think they actually want to fish with us." She whispered, looking over toward their great uncle and auncle. Stan walks over to the two with his hands behind his back. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you sad sacks up. Pow! Pines family fishin' hats. That's hand-stitching, ya know. It's just gonna be you, me, Y/N and those goofy hats on a boat for ten hours!"

"Ten hours?!" The twins shouted as Stan then pulled out a booked titled '1001 Yuk 'Em Ups'. "I brought the joke book." Dipper grabbed his head in agony, "No. No!" Mabel then grabbed Dipper by the arms and shakes him back and forth, "There has to be a way out of this."

Runs from dock, comes Old Man McGucket, "I seen it! I seen it again! Hoo hoo hoo! The Gravity Falls gobblewonker! Come quick before he scramdoodles away! Ha ha hoo-ah!" He screamed as he crashed into things and overturned a few others. When he stops he starts doing a dance and slaps himself, laughing. The twins walk over to the commotion and as they do Mabel puts her hands together and leaned her cheek on them. "Aw. He's doing a happy jig." McGucket grabbed Mabel by her arms and shouted, "No!!! It's a jig of grave danger!" Just as he did his son comes out from the cabin on the lake with a spray bottle. "Hey! Hey! Now, what did I tell you about scaring my customers? This is your last warning, dad." McGucket flinches from the water being sprayed at him. "But I got proof this time, by gummity!" He then motions everyone to follow him toward the end of the dock.

"Behold! It's gobbledywonker what done did it!" He exclaimed as he pointed at a boat that's been broken in half laying in the water. "It had a long neck like a gee-raffe, and wrinkly skin like like these two right here." He then points to Y/N and Stan. Stan was digging in his ear not paying attention as you looked at McGucket in angry, "I beg your pardon!"

"It chopped my boat up to smitheroons!" McGucket then points at the small island that's on the other side of the lake, "It shim-shammed over to scuttlebutt island! Ya gotta believe me!"

"Attention, all units. We got ourselves a crazy old man." Sheriff Blubs said casing everyone to laugh and Tate McGucket to shake his head and hold it down in shame. McGucket then holds his own head down as he walks away in sadness, "Aw, donkey spittle! Banjo Polish"

"Well, that happened. Now, let's untie this boat and get out on that lake!" Stan said as he walks over to his boat, Y/N following him. When you catch up to him, you see the twins talking to each other, "Stan, there's a chance the twins might want to go look for this monster..." Stan waved his hand at you, blowing a raspberry, getting in the boat. "They wouldn't want to miss this family bonding, trust me." As he said this the twins came over with smiles on their faces. Dipper wraps his arm around Stan's neck and said, "Grunkle Stan! Change of plans! We're taking that boat to scuttlebutt island, and we are gonna find that gobblewonker." The twins start to chant, Monster Hunt! Monster Hunt! Monster-" Then McGucket comes over standing behind them, "Monster Hunt! Monster-. Eh... I'll go." He says with his head down again.

"You dudes say something about a monster hunt?" Soos in his own boat pulls up on the other side of the dock. "Soos!" Mabel then walks closer to the boat to give Soos a fist bump. "What's up, hambone? Kapoosh! Pow! Explode! Dude, you could totally use my boat for your Hunt. It's got a steering wheel, chairs normal boat stuff."

"All right, let's think this through. You kids could go waste your time on some epic monster-finding adventure, or you could spend the day learning how to tie knots and skewer worms with your great uncle Stan and auncle Y/N! So, whaddya say?" As Stan is saying this, you watched the kids put on their life jackets and get on the boat with Soos without a single glance toward you or Stan. You folded your arms in front of your chest and frowned. "Stan... they left." You whispered as you watched the boat leave, turning to Stan who opened his eyes watching them go too. As Soos' boat leaves you hear twins shout, "We made the right choice!"

Stan grabs you hand, making you almost fall in the boat if you didn't catch yourself. You both sit down as Stan continued to watch the retreating boat. "Ingrates! Ah, who needs 'em? We got a whole box of creepy fishin' lures to keep us company." You both stare at the lure and shiver, Stan then slams the box shut.

~ Time Skip ~

"Traitors! We'll find my own fishin' buddies.” Stan then starts looking around the lake, a focused look on his face.

“But, what about us all bonding toget-“ Y/N didn’t finished their sentence as the boat was already speeding in some direction, Stan having found his target. "There's our new pals!"

"Now that we're alone, Rosanna, there's a burning question which my heart longs to ask of you." The man pulled out a box as the woman’s eyes began to fill with tears. “Oh, Reginald!” Before the man could continue Stan slows his boat down behind theirs and stopping.

"Hey! Wanna hear a joke?" The younger man was about to speak because Stan interrupted him, "Here goes. My ex-wife still misses me, but her aim is gettin' better! Her aim is gettin' better! Ya see, it's… it's funny because marriage is terrible.” You clapped your hands as you laughed. However the younger couple scoffed and rowed their boat far way from the Stan ‘O War.

“What?!"

You placed a hand on his back as you looked at the retreating boat, "Don't worry, Stan. I enjoy your jokes..."

"Look, when you're threading the line a lot of people don't know this but you want to use a barrel knot. That's a secret from one fishin' buddy to another. Heh heh!" Stan has his arm wrapped around a kid that's in a different boat, the kid looked extremely uncomfortable. "Uh I, uh who are you, exactly?" Stan then pats the kid on the head, Y/N was standing behind his confused as ever. "Just call me your Grunkle Stan!"

"Sir sir! Why are you talking to our son?! If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!" The mother shouts as she stands behind her son, making Stan let go of the kid. "Oh no you don't!" You pushed Stan behind you and placed your hands on your hip, leaning over towards their boat, trying to get in the woman's face. She backs up a little but still tries to stand her ground, "I will!

"Ha ha! Ya see, the thing about that is, Arrrr!" Stan starts the engine and zooms the boat in a different direction, almost making you fall.

"Go bother your own kids!"

Stan moved the boat towards the middle of the lake, looking defeated. You looked around the lake, seeing that most of the people and their boats are starting to pack up. You sighed, turning towards Stan and saw him leaning his arms on his knees, head in hands as he looked at his own reflection in the water. You moved over to sit closer to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. Stan looked from his reflection to yours, he sat up and wrapped his arm around your waist, the both of you now leaning on to one another. Moments of silence went by until you broke it.

"Hey honey, how you holding up?" You rubbed circles in his shoulder with your thumb, you felt his body sink more into you. He waved his hand, staring at the water.

"I just... I wanted this day to go well. I wanted us to bond with the kids, try to get them to see that we mean well, ya know. To show that I actually care for those like brats. I don't want them to think that we're just a couple of criminals." Y/N sighed and looked back into the water.

"Well, sure today didn't go the way you planned but we still have the rest of summer. So, we have time to bond with them and I don't think they see us like that all the time. Yeah, we have our moments, of course, but I don't think they see us just as that."

"Oh yeah? Ya wanna know what the first thing they did when they first got here was," he glanced over at you, raising his eyebrow. When he saw you nod your head, he removed his arm from your waist and put his head in his hands again. "They were debating on if they should turn us in to the FBI and jump out the window to escape and they asked an eight ball if they should or not... A eight ball, Y/N!"

Y/N removed their arm from Stan and folded their hands in their lap, looking down. "Oh, I didn't know... Well, even if they don't really warm up to us, we have each other still. But, I would still like to try and build some relationship with them and even after today I know you would too." Stan rolled his eyes and groaned, waving his hand at you. "Forget it, those little suckers chose to hang out with Soos instead of their own family. We don't need them," he pulled out a piece of wire and starting to try and tie it into a knot. "Like you said we have each other and fishing! Er, ugh, gah! Mollycoddling..." He complained as he failed to tie it.

"Oh, Stan..."

"Can you please tell me more funny stories, pop-pop?" You and Stan turned to see a grandfather and his two grandkids in a boat. They seem like they were having a good time together, much to Stan's and Y/N's annoyance.

"Anything for my fishin' buddies!" As the the grandfather laughs he pats his grandchildren on the head. Stan growls as he folds his arms over his chest, staring at the family. "Arghh!" Y/N gently placed their hand on Stan’s back, "Stan, just don't look at them."

"Pop-pop, I just weawized that I wuv you." Stan stands up and cups his hands around his mouth, "Aw, come on! Boo! Boo!"

The grandfather stands up in his own boat, hands on his hips. "Hey, there! What's the big idea?" The grandson then looks up at his grandfather with a pity expression and says, “Maybe they have no one who wuvs them, pop-pop."

"Yeah, well, I-I nahh! Ahhh." Before he could say anything Soos' boat speeds past the Stan 'O War soaking him and Y/N. You hold on to the boat to keep your balance as Stan throws his hat in the boat, puffing out in frustration as he sits down and sighed with his head in his hands.

~ Time Skip ~

As Y/N and Stan sat together in silence, you both hear Dipper's voice. "Hey! Over here!" The S.S Cool Dude pulls up next to the Stan 'O War and Dipper takes a picture of both Stand and you with his camera. You and Stan look at each other in surprise then back at their boat or what's left of it anyway. "What the kids? I thought you two were off playin' spin the bottle with Soos?" Stan said crossing his arms, trying to look like he wasn't happy to see them.

"Well, we spent all day trying to find a "legendary" dinosaur."Dipper began and Mabel continued. "But we realized the only dinosaurs we want to hang out with is right here."

"Save your sympathy! We been having a great time without ya, makin' friends, talkin' to our reflection-- we had a run-in with the lake police! Guess we gotta wear these ankle bracelets now, so that'll be fun." He said holding his leg up to show the bracelet. You wave your hand nonchalantly, "We'll just try and take them off later."

"So I guess there isn't room in that boat for three more?" Dipper asked.

Y/N looked over at Stan with a worried look on their face as they placed a hand on his shoulder. Stan looked at the water, then back up toward the twins, they both put on the custom fisher hats that Stan made them. Stan looked over at you, smirking, and nodded his head at the kids. Y/N laughed as they leaned over toward the kids, picking them up and placing them on their lap, both of them cheering. "You knuckleheads ever seen me thread a hook with my eyes closed?" Dipper stands up from your lap, pointing his finger at Stan, "Five bucks says you can't do it." Stan points back at him, "You're on!"

"Five more bucks says you can't do it with your eyes closed plus me singing at the top of my lungs!" Mabel exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you warped your around her side, both you laughing.

"Kids, don't make a bets with an ex con-man." You chuckled as Mabel looked at you still laughing, "But that's what makes it challenging!"

"Plus, I like these odds!" Soos then in the boats, causing both you and Stan two look at him in shock, "Whoa! What happened to your shirt?" Soos puts his hand up and and shakes his head. "Long story, dude." Dipper then holds up his camera standing on one stand of the boat. "All right. Everybody get together, say fishing." the rest of you huddle together and smile and shout, "Fishing!"

"Fishing! Dude, am I in the frame?" Soos asked as the picture gets taking. You all then spend of the rest of the day enjoying each others company. Then as the sun sets you all call it a day and Stan starts to drive the boat toward the dock, all you smiling in content until the boat hits a bump in the water.

Dipper turned toward his sister and asked, "What was that?" Mabel looked at him with a smile still on her face and shrugged. "Mm-mm."

Underwater, the real Gobblewonker swims under the Stan 'O War and eats one of Dipper's cameras.

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justwinginglife · 2 months ago

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Nineteen December 19th: Howl Pendragon, Rank 7 Anime: Howl's Moving Castle Event Masterlist

You and Howl were nearly exclusive. Nearly.

Sometimes, the man that you were in love with didn’t act very much like a man. Sometimes, he was still very much like the teenager that you’d first met all those years ago.

Back then, you were both students in the Magic Academy, and you were constantly at odds with each other.

It all started when Howl gave you the most careless, thoughtless, backhanded compliment you’d ever heard in your entire life. And to make matters worse, he thought he'd genuinely won you over with it. Shortly afterwards, you materialized a bucket of slime over his head and he spent weeks scrubbing it from his scalp. It’d been all out war ever since.

If you were paying any attention in class, it was only so you could learn how to use the spells against him. Unfortunately for you, he’d been of the exact same mindset. One day, he’d asked if you could swim. Thinking he’d only asked because he couldn’t, you’d scoffed back, “of course I can, only idiots don’t know how to swim,” and before you knew it, he was casting the levitation spell he’d just learned on you. Then he hovered you above a lake and simply released his magic. After you clawed your way up from the bottom of the lake and dragged your sopping wet body back onto dry land, he only snickered and said “I did ask if you could swim.” Bastard. Of course. He’d never have done it if it would have killed you; not because he cared, but because your misery was worth more than your death. And you were miserable indeed, because soon after, you’d caught the most wretched cold. You spent the entirety of your night cursing at him and gulping down gallons of cough syrup.

When you learned fire spells, you set his hair on fire. It seemed you had a thing for ruining his hair. But you knew for someone as vain as him, it’d have the intended effect. Sure enough, he ran around the classroom screaming and wailing bloody murder, not because he was burning alive but because he’d finally got the slime out of his hair and now you’d gone and ruined it. Again. He vowed he’d never forgive you.

He did eventually forgive you.

Even after you’d turned him into an ogre, even after he’d commanded gigantic spiders to chase you around campus, even after you’d jinxed his wallet to empty itself after anything was deposited into it, even after he’d set up fireworks to go off in your room the second you fell asleep, you still forgave each other.

Ironically, the day all your fighting stopped was the day he turned your mother into a goat. The school had finally allowed you a visitation day and every student’s parents had come to pay their child a visit. Everyone except Howl. He had no one to visit him. He knew he wouldn’t, he was an orphan. But you didn’t know that. And when your mother came to pick you up and Howl snorted “Someone like you actually has a mother? I thought a troll might’ve just shit you out,” you glared him down, not knowing he was only acting out of jealousy, and then snarkily remarked, “I bet you wouldn’t even know what having someone love you is like.” When he stepped back in shock, you knew something was wrong. Even when he finally pulled himself back together and turned your mother into a goat out of spite, you knew you’d said something horrible. You invited him out to dinner with the two of you that night. It was the best dinner of his entire life.

You still played the occasional prank on each other -it was hard not to, when that had been your entire dynamic thus far- but after that night, your jokes were much lighter, like you’d only intended to make the other person laugh rather than anger them.

It wasn’t until you were a year or two older that you’d realized you’d quickly become friends. Another year or two and you finally admitted you were the best of friends. But it wasn’t until you were well into adulthood that you’d both started to realize you had romantic feelings for each other.

If you’d thought becoming friends had been a slow process, it was even more excruciatingly slow trying to become more than that.

You’d already known you loved him, and you were almost entirely sure he loved you back.

After all, he’d call on you at all hours of the day and all hours of the night, just to see you. He’d hug you closer than friends did, smile at you wider than friends did, and touch you longer than friends did. He’d memorize every detail about you, enjoying your favorite tea with you in the mornings and toasting your favorite champagne with you in the evenings. He’d scour the world for a book you’d mentioned wanting to read, and he’d bring it back with even the author’s signature on it. He’d play with your hair, sing you to sleep, and knock out beside you. He’d take you to the movies, to the ballet, to the opera, to the park, to the other side of the world. He’d do anything for you.

Except for ask you out.

He wasn’t quite sure how to do that.

And you were fucking tired of it. More than being tired, you were starting to get annoyed. You were a fully grown woman and he’d been looking at you like some child on a playground, too shy to even ask to sit on the swing beside you. When was he gonna man the fuck up?

You weren’t sure if he was just afraid of how you’d answer or if he just genuinely had no idea that what he was feeling for you was love. Either way, you were pissed off and you decided to do something about it; you decided to make him jealous.

“I think I’m in love with someone. God, he’s so sweet.” You confessed one summer night. You’d been laying on a blanket with him, looking up at the stars together, feeling like this would’ve been the perfect time for your first kiss, but then he’d gone and ruined it by rolling to the side and picking at the grass. Idiot.

His shoulders tensed. “Wh-who?”

“Some guy from Porthaven. He’s tall, very handsome.”

He sat straight up, almost if to show you that he could be tall too. “Yeah, well I don’t like him. He sounds like a jerk.”

You snorted. “Oh, does he now?”

Howl nodded emphatically. “I mean, what do you even see in him anyway?”

You poked his arm. “I told you. He’s tall, dark, and handsome.”

Before he’d realized it, Howl had started to tug at the edge of his blonde locks. “I see… so you like… dark hair. How very… shallow of you.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not like I just like his looks. He also makes me laugh. He knows me well. Cares about me.”

He stiffened beside you. “Yeah, but does he know you as well as I do?”

“He knows just as much as you do.”

His shoulders slumped. How could you go around telling someone as much about yourself as you’d told him? He’d thought he was special. He’d thought he was… well, he didn’t know what he thought, but he thought he was at least something to you. Something that set him apart from other people. “I see… well, at least just tell me his name so I can have him checked out, make sure he’s not a murderer or something.” He sighed, already half-defeated.

“He’s not. He’s a wizard.”

Howl rubbed his temples in frustration. Of course the guy was a wizard too. What had you done, just found a better looking copy of him? “And what’s this so-called wizard’s name?”

You smirked in silence.

He was not happy. He flopped down beside you again. “Won’t even tell me his name. Ridiculous.”

“Jenkins the Sorcerer. That’s his name.”

Howl froze. Wait, but that was… no… you couldn’t be-

Once you’d had his attention, you ran with it, not stopping even for breath. “He’s tall, has dark hair, and he’s handsome. ‘Course, now he’s gone and dyed it blonde for some stupid reason. Probably thinks it makes him look more attractive. I do like the blonde. But I like the black better. And he always makes me laugh and smile, but he also pisses me off. He’s supposed to know me better than anyone. So why doesn’t he know that he’s supposed to ask me out now, huh?” You paused to let your words sink in, but you dared not look at him as he processed it.

He laid there in stunned silence and you held your breath.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Well… this guy sounds like a jerk. Just like I said. You could do much better than him. I hear that Wizard Pendragon is available. Would you… be open to considering him? I happen to be very close to him and know he’d be interested.”

You shook your head, laughing slightly. You were gonna have to push him to the finish line, but at least he’d finally entered the race. “Oh he’s ‘interested,’ is he? What kind of interest? Does he maybe have a crush on me? Is that all?”

He swallowed. “Well he- he might…like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like me?”

“Or he might…love you.”

“Might??”

“He loves you. He definitely loves you.”

You rolled your eyes again but it was hard not to smile this time. “Oh, so it’s definite now, huh? Well, alright then. You can tell him I definitely love him too. Love him so much that I might not be opposed if he were to… kiss me now.”

His breath caught in his throat. Kiss you???

His eyes darted over to you daringly.

He inched closer on the blanket.

You tried not to laugh.

He turned onto his side so he could face you.

You turned onto yours.

He stared.

You stared back.

Then his hand was cupping the back of your head, tangling in your hair, and pulling you closer to him. Before you could make some joke about how awkward he was being, he claimed your lips in a passionate kiss. If he was unsure before, he wasn’t now. The way his lips chased yours was almost as if he’d dreamed of this moment a million times, as if he’d imagined the way he’d press himself into you like he was trying to make you into one person. And if he let you stop long enough for breath, the second your lips were parted in an exhale, he was sliding his tongue in, eager to taste more of you.

And you let him.

You let him because now there was no hesitation. Now there was no maybe, now there was no he loves me, he loves me not. Now there was only the feeling of his lips entwining with yours, the feeling of your heart pounding in your chest, and the feeling of his heart keeping time to yours.

Now, there was only him.

And he loved you.

He finally, finally loved you.

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pinstripesandparliaments · 2 years ago

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Rantaro and Korekiyo with a sick partner <3

i'm sick . apologies in advance if this is written strangely !

i love my boys ; some of this is a little intimate, but not explicit

enjoy :)

Rantaro Amami

Growing up with so many sisters, a caring instinct was practically ingrained into his brain.

He can tell when you’re coming down with something, and will stop you from doing anything once he catches the first hint.

You stood desolately in your lab, leaned up against one of the counters. You had work to do, but the weighted feeling of ailment hung on your shoulders and eyelids; it was hard to do much of anything in these conditions.

“Things are looking real productive in here.”

Your boyfriend's voice startled you slightly, but your nerves were soothed as you felt his fingers press into the back of your neck, causing you to let out an exhausted sigh.

“Just… tired, I guess.”

Rantaro hummed softly, using a gentle hand to tip your chin up to look at him. “When was the last time you drank water? Your lips are chapped.”

You could only shrug, time was moving strangely and you didn't have the energy to calculate your water intake. Your weakness was apparent, making concern well up within him. Regardless, he simply had you take whatever work you had to do up to your dorm to work on in bed.

He brings you anything he thinks you might need, picking up the specifics of your condition while youre delirious with illness.

“Hey.”

You wake up groggily, too weak to even look at him as he puts a hand to your temple to see how warm you were. “Are you allergic to anything? Ibuprofen, penicillin, anything?”

You mutter a response soft enough for only him to hear, and he hums an affirmation, putting a kiss to your temple.

The next time you see him, he's spooning you cough syrup and placing water glasses on your bedside table regularly; times like this, you wonder, how did you get so lucky?

Korekiyo Shinguji

You don't know how he does it, but it seems Korekiyo can just sense when you're about to fall ill.

“Your aura is different today, my love.” you brush it off with a laugh and a flushed face, assuming he's just complimenting you in a strange way. But he keeps a close eye on you, suspicions confirmed when your voice becomes hoarse and your limbs weaker.

He’s always trying to incorporate his studies in with your recoveries; you’ve consumed more ancient remedies than your families home remedies because of him; most of which were very helpful.

Korekiyo insists you keep your eyes closed often when you're sick, for whatever reason. You're unsure if there's a scientific reason behind it, or if it just helps him rest easy, knowing you were resting to some degree, or…

“Kiyo, I’m serious, I need to get work done.”

Your boyfriend tsk’d softly, putting you back into bed with a gentle push.

“I’m quite serious myself, lovely. Your work won't be the best it could be if you perform it under your current ailment.” With that, he made a soft stroke over your face, inclining you to close your eyes.

Literally how you would a corpse.

He's so cute, but it's time like these you see how people get a little off put by his nature.

You let out a defeated huff, wallowing in the overbearing haze of your illness; eyes shut, mouth agape, lips chapped and mouth dry.

You felt Korekiyo’s hand brush your hair away from your forehead, and the soft sound of rustling leather reached your popped ears faintly. Another slim hand slid its way under your upper back, lifting you up.

A soft, warm, sensation planted itself on your forehead. It took a few seconds, but you slowly processed that he was kissing you. A smile grew onto your face, a mellow giggle escaping your lips in the process.

“You've got a fever, I’m afraid.”

He takes your temperature with his lips when a thermometer isn't available, and honestly you've started to question if that's why hes so keen on having your eyes closed. Regardless of your position as his girlfriend, he's still not too comfortable being seen with his mask off.

You've asked, and he insists it's just the most accurate way to determine whether someone has a fever without a thermometer. Given that hes always wearing gloves, you guess he’s not wrong.

Though, some part of you wants to believe that he just wants to kiss you.

Bonus poly hc’s <3

Both Korekiyo and Rantaro have notably cold hands, Kiyo moreso. While they sometimes use it to tease you, (pressing their hands to your back when you're unsuspecting, snaking their arms around your front unprompted, etc.) it's actually quite pleasant when you're feeling feverish.

On the contrary, you find that they’re not opposed to using their charm to “sweat out” your fevers.

“Oh, you poor thing. You need to lay down, let us take care of you.” “My love, how it pains me to see you like this… yet you’re still so beautiful.”

Kisses to your temples, hands… other places. Anywhere that gets your blood pumping and sweat flowing.

They try and cuddle with you… all the time, and when you're sick, it’s no exception. You try and argue with them, telling them how sick they'll get ; to no avail. You fall asleep with them both at your sides, arms crossed over you as if to keep you strapped into bed with them.

As much as you protest, there’s nowhere you'd rather be.

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kazinsblog · 1 year ago

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Loud Silence Part 3 + End

Yuma does his best and takes care of Desuhiko. And Desuhiko recovers! Yay~!

This time I'll explain in detail under cause alot of things were condensed and zipped file into these last 4 pages. So some parts may be unclear orz

(i made an audible scream when i erased yumas eyelash in the last panel thus the long smudge. Lesson of the day? WAIT FOR THE INK TO DRY ORZZZZ)

Page 6: Desuhiko thinks Yuma looks cute and appreciates how he wants to take care of him, so he changes his mind and lets Yuma do the caretaking. Desuhiko's a bit embarrassed at first because he isnt used to being taken care of but he's actually super happy his man is there for him. Yuma puts a wet towel on Desuhikos forehead and tells him to rest so he'll feel better the next day.

Page 7: Desuhiko sleeps and the next day, his fever is gone! So his voice should be back. Desuhiko tries to say good morning as loud as he could but realized he still couldn't talk and started coughing heavily. This woke Yuma up and he quickly went to get Desuhiko some warm water, he also reminded the superstar detective to eat something and the cough syrup as well. Desuhiko is upset about his current situation and starts to tear up. Yuma quickly reassures him drinking water and rest will help alot and the most important thing is that Desuhiko needs to rest his voice for a week. This doesn't improve Desuhiko's mood but he knows.

Page 8: Yuma talks to Desuhiko about the cases he did before to lift his mood and not make Desuhiko feel bad. Desuhiko's spirits are lifted cause he knows Yuma is there for him no matter what. And a week passes by~

Page 9: Desuhiko wakes up the next day and realizes his voice is back! When Yuma woke up, Desuhiko chatted a weeks worth of topics and words of appreciation.

Thank you for reading Loud Silence till the end!

This is gonna be the last post i'll do in a while, IRL workload started to dogpile on me. I'll still be on Tumblr/Discord but slow to update.

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 2 years ago

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Restless (snippetfic)

"Hello, Dean," Cas had said, in a nearly fancy-meeting-you-here tone of voice, though Dean heard the shakiness beneath it that made something in his chest crackle brittle and cold.

Restless prompt courtesy of @winchester-reload, additional prompts courtesy of @clenster (many thanks to both!)

deancas, human au, besties to first kiss pipeline ✌️

"What's up?" Charlie asked.

Dean watched her take a big slurp of Skeleton Theory before answering, "Nothing." He went back to looking at his phone screen, willing a text bubble to appear.

"He's probably stuck in traffic." Charlie grimaced at the beer bottle in her hand. "I wish I were stuck in traffic."

"I'm gonna stop stocking all these fancy craft beers you claim to enjoy, since actually you always hate them." Dean sighed and put his phone down on the bar. "But yeah. Rush hour and all that."

Lebanon was the kind of place where rush hour lasted from 5 p.m. to 5:15 p.m. But still. The sour taste in his mouth was at odds with the amount of high fructose corn syrup he'd personally imbibed in the last hour. He took another sip of soda and drummed his fingers on the neck of the nearest tap and gave a shuffle of his feet and scratched an itch on his eyebrow. Dean ignored the look Charlie gave him and Dean's phone ignored Dean.

Charlie cleared her throat. "I said, the docs gave Cas the okay on driving?"

Dean startled back to real time. "Yeah, yesterday." He rubbed his eye. "They ruled out a concussion, and apparently him landing on grass cushioned him from the crash." He nodded at the buggy expression Charlie was making. "His bike and helmet took the worst of the damage."

"And what's your assessment?" Charlie put her elbows on the bar and leaned forward intently.

Dean flashed back to skidding into the local immediate care center to find his best friend sitting in the waiting room, drying blood streaked dark red down his jawline and a rip in his jeans that showed off a glistening crimson gorge in his left shin.

"Hello, Dean," Cas had said, in a nearly fancy-meeting-you-here tone of voice, though Dean heard the shakiness beneath it that made something in his chest crackle brittle and cold.

"He could've easily been killed," Dean told Charlie. "Fucking drivers in this town," he muttered. "We've got two main drags and a couple of round-abouts. People could share what few roads we have more charitably."

This was an understatement. Bicyclists frequently complained of unsafe road conditions. Dean hadn't ridden a non-motorized bicycle in approximately 20 years, and his own vintage Impala was by no means a dainty vehicle, but he'd still sympathized with the bicyclists' plight, or at least Cas's. Now there was a hit-and-runner out there somewhere who'd almost killed someone Dean loved–

Dean's brain stuttered on that thought, not for the first time. He resumed not making eye contact with Charlie and drained his soda. "Jo and Max cleaned him up well at the clinic. He insisted he didn't need me hangin' 'round last night takin' up space." Dean coughed into his shoulder.

Cas hadn't exactly said it like that – he'd been kinder – but close enough. Leaving Cas on Cas's own front porch had been one of the harder things Dean had done lately. He was trying not to be mad at himself for spending the night in his own bed, alone as ever, and it wasn't quite working.

"Hey, so," Charlie started. She pushed her half-finished beer far down the bar, like it might bite. "You never told me you gave Cas a mixtape."

Dean hiccuped and lemon-lime sugar seemed to fizz into his ear canals, deeply unpleasantly. "What?"

"Heard it in Cas's hooptie last week." Charlie grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Terrific collection of Zepp. And nicely ordered – I'm always saying a mixtape needs to have a sense of rhythm, a reason for one song to follow another, y'know?" Her face went all innocent. "If you're thinking about sending someone a message, telling someone how you feel, a project needs to hit all the right notes, doesn't it. Get it? Notes?" Her eyebrows clowned around.

"I… Didn't know he'd been listening to it." Dean shifted from one foot to another and rubbed his hands together as though he was freezing. "He, uh. Hasn't said anything."

He and Cas didn't spend much time going places in Cas's crabby old Lincoln, since being the driver on a road trip was much more Dean's speed. (Or mandate, the Sam in Dean's head said. Dean stuck out his tongue at him and made a mental note to text him later.) And it wasn't like Cas needed to say something about the mixtape; it wasn't like, when Dean had handed it to him a month ago, he'd included instructions for proper consumption conditions (sunny day, windows down; cool evening, and a shot of bourbon) and a deadline for a comprehensive review, 500-words minimum. It wasn't like Dean had sweated for days over which songs to include, having slaved to cull an initial list of forty-some songs to a tidy thirteen with a level of laser focused intensity he hadn't managed since first opening the taphouse a few years ago.

(Was the inclusion of both "Trampled Underfoot" and "Rain Song" too on the nose? Apparently not.)

"Anyway, pretty sure he's been enjoying it," Charlie said with a blythe flourish, and before Dean could respond, her outflung hand seemed to conjure up Cas, who walked in through the door with only a bit of a limp. "Speak of the angel."

She flew off her barstool and grabbed Cas up in a hug. Dean saw Cas give an "Oof!" on impact. As Cas hugged her back, Dean hoped Charlie hadn't just dislocated some bones in Cas's body that had only barely survived yesterday's boxing match with gravity.

"Go on, say hi," Pamela said, bumping Dean's hip with her own. "Take a beat."

"Where did you come from?" Dean asked his wayward employee.

"None of your business," Pamela sing-songed, tying an apron around her waist and sporting a hickey the size of a silver dollar. She looked over, pointedly, at a new guy near the end of the bar who had a thousand dollars' worth of tattoos running down his bare arms and up his throat. He tipped his leather cap at her and she blew him a kiss. "I'll handle the rabble for a bit."

Monday before 7 p.m. was hardly the taphouse's busiest shift, but Dean took the point.

He wandered out from behind the bar and sat on Charlie's abandoned stool as she and Cas walked over. "Hey, Cas." Dean was relieved to see no major, lingering signs of trauma; the blood had washed away without stain, and the bruise on the side of Cas's face mostly blended in with his perpetual five o'clock shadow.

Charlie squeezed Cas's hand and let go. "Just saw Rowena come in, gonna go say hi."

"Is that wise?" Dean emphasized the sarcasm.

"Doubtful," Charlie replied, all cheer. "Super glad you're okay, Cas."

"Thank you," Cas said, ducking his head.

She veered back towards the door. Dean took a moment to be equal parts grateful Sam's dalliance with Rowena had run its course and horrified that Sam's experience had in no way deterred Charlie from finding her, quote, "an interesting challenge."

"She'll be fine," Cas told him.

"Yeah?" Dean leaned closer, realized it, and settled back.

Cas perhaps hid a smile. "I don't know." He looked over at the two women chatting with expressive hand gestures and big laughs. "Rowena has grown on me."

"I think she's just cruising by on the sheer charismatic power of her hair." Dean heard the cattiness in his voice and chose to accept it.

"A good haircut can be very influential," Cas intoned solemnly.

"Oh," Dean said, ducking his own head. "I told you that once, huh."

Cas shrugged and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth. "I grew up in a cult, and you were just being helpful."

Dean nodded, still looking at his boots.

"You did help," Cas continued. "And you've continued to be helpful, immensely, for which I am immensely grateful. In case I haven't mentioned it in the last 24 hours."

Dean looked up into Cas's soft blue eyes and smiled, powerless against the warmth there. "Good." He scratched his chin. "You feeling all right today?"

"Somewhat achy. Otherwise, no complaints." Cas lifted up his left foot for a second. "Changing the bandage on my leg wasn't as disgusting as I'd been led to believe it would be."

"Well, that's good news, isn't it." Dean cocked his head. "New shirt?"

"It's the one Sam gave me at Christmas." Cas looked down at the green plaid. "I like it. It's comfortable."

"I hear you like the mixtape I made you," Dean blurted out. If he was turning a mortifying shade of pink, well, that wasn't any of his business.

"I do, very much," Cas agreed. Puzzlement flitted across his face. "I can return it whenever you want."

"No, no. It's a gift; you keep those." Before Dean could stop himself, he reached out and snagged Cas's hand.

Cas let him tug him forward and waited. Dean unbuttoned Cas's shirt at the wrist and began rolling up that sleeve, stopping at Cas's elbow. He repeated the process with the right sleeve. When his fingertips grazed the underside of Cas's wrist, Cas shivered, and said nothing, watching Dean's face as he worked. Dean slid his hands down Cas's arms and gently let go, and only then looked up again.

Cas's eyes had gone dark, to compliment the flush at the tops of his cheeks and the way his mouth was parted just a little, like it wanted to be kissed.

Dean obliged: his hands rose as if of their own volition to cup Cas's head and bring it down to his, his mouth seeking the heat of Cas's as though this could be accomplished without either of them noticing. Cas crowded between Dean's legs and brought his own hands to Dean's face, and Dean was suddenly pushed back against the bar he'd personally paid a goddamn fortune for and was being kissed like… Like….

Like Cas wanted him as much as he wanted Cas.

A sharp two-finger whistle brought the exploration to a halt. Cas rested his forehead against Dean's collarbone and breathed heavily – oh, Dean thought, that was a lovely sound, and made himself stop panting. He blinked at Charlie across the room giving him a thumbs up.

"You could just take a vacation day already," Pamela said, flicking him in the ear and simultaneously patting Cas on the back. "Unless you wanna continue giving the patrons a show?" She pivoted away.

Dean glared at her for a split second before resting his hands at Cas's waist. The middling crowd appeared to have already gone back to their beverages and gossip.

Cas's expression was halfway between wild-eyed and sweet-shy. "Would you like to come home with me?" he asked quietly.

Dean answered with another kiss. It turned out to be most of what he said for the next several hours, and he was very persuasive in his arguments; and so was Cas.

#destiel #deancas #spn #fic #snippetfic #fluff fluff fluff

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plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows · 8 months ago

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a short list of things i found attempting to tidy up my fridge this morning:

paintbrushes, wrapped in clingfilm

a bunch of gifted salad dressing type things (expiry ranging 2022-2025), sweet and sour sauce (expired 2020), chocolate sauce (expired last year)

grated parmesan cheese, best before 2020. Does parmesan go stale? Asking for my mom, who commented recently that it seemed like it tasted a bit pathetic..............

dry yeast, expired 2020 (but i used it last a couple months ago and it was fine, so it can stay lol)

cough syrup, expired in 2020!

prescription laxatives, expired in 2019!!

loads of little plastic sauce pottles (see below) filled with all sorts of unidentifiable sauces, some of which had turned into jellies

jar of lime curd, expired in 2014!! Discovering this one is why I started cleaning out the fridge, bc I knew it was old but not FUCKIN TEN YEARS OLD WTF

jar of apricot something, also expired in 2014. at this point I began to laugh.

some sort of medicine prescribed to our canaries. We haven't had canaries since like 2014.

eyedrops from 2013!!

rennet tablets from a cheesemaking kit which was bought sometime prior to 2003............ apparently rennet tablets don't go bad so much as just get worse at their job, so i am very tempted to try them out now lmfao

whatever the fuck is in these:

left to right:

either rhubarb, fig, or onion bullshit

homemade fruit compote from this year's fruit haul, feat. dramatic mold

miiiight be homemade lemon curd, feat. mold? not opening it to find out lmfao.

possibly leftover garlic butter??

definitely homemade lemon curd, feat. mold.

i have no idea and i'm afraid to ask

and finally, whatever the fuck this is:

#last one... my guess is a bulb of some sort #but i have no idea why its in prison lmfao #nor how long it's been there #anyway i've had a hilarious day lmfao

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taradiddled · 1 month ago

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Everyone on my dashboard, like me, has been sick, so I want to provide some tips for you that might help you through this cold/flu/whathaveyou (but, please please please, test yourself for Covid, even if you're pretty sure it's not Covid).

So my first tip is: wear layers. If you're home sick, wearing layers helps for if you feel overheated, chilly, so you can put on or remove more layers. I recommend a tank-top and lounge pants, and then a sweater and a robe on top. Stick those tootsies in socks, preferable the fluffy kind you can buy for $5 at Target or the local drug store.

My next tip: keep a water bottle nearby with lukewarm water. Don't put ice in it. Just regular water. You can put some electrolyte powder in it if you'd like (I usually use Pedialyte when I'm not feeling well), and maybe a couple ice cubes, but don't have it be chilled cold.

Gatorade or some sort of electrolyte drink is also an option. Just make sure you're replenishing those electrolytes on a regular basis.

Third tip: If you go out in public, wear a face mask. It's the polite thing to do. And when you start recovering from the illness, keep wearing the mask. You can take off the mask when you feel better, but seeing as more colds and flus are going around, I'd recommend wearing a mask in public (I certainly will be, since I work in a grocery store in the general public, who often cough and sneeze into open air).

Fourth tip: If you're having nausea, try a bit of lime in your water. Sparkling water, or ginger ale, with a bit of lime (and a side of saltines) usually helps my tummy when it's queasy.

Another option is something with mint. I especially like mint-flavored cough drops. They work for the throat, and help with the little bouts of nausea I get from all the phlegm drainage. Mint tea, mint drops...these typically do the trick. Just don't do too much mint if you're using something with artificial flavor like a syrup.

Fifth tip: If you're going to surf the net, don't use your phone. Try to limit as much attention to the small screen as you can, as it can encourage a headache. Keep any big web-surfing tasks to your computer. However, in the case of both your phone and the computer, turn the screen brightness down, so it's easier on your eyes.

Sixth tip: For those of us with chest and nasal congestion, Vicks is our friend! A little Vicks under the nose, on the throat, down the chest -- can do great things! Just don't put any on your lips or eyelids (don't ask). If you can get the Vicks roll-on, grab that! Works well and leaves no mess, while still providing that wonder Vicks vapor effect.

Seventh tip: If you're blowing your nose quite a bit, get some Vaseline to put on the outside of those nostrils. Put it on the skin there, to prevent chafing. If you can get those tissues with the lotion in them, that's highly recommended. But even if you get the tissue with the lotion in it, still put some Vaseline (or other softening lotion!) onto the skin outside your nostrils, to prevent excessive drying (and eventual flaking).

Eighth tip: Soup is your friend. It's your best friend. Soup with some starch like bread or crackers is advised. Abstain from heavy spices, although a mild curry can do wonders. Soup also helps with the throat, if your illness affects the throat, and helps warm the body up, especially if you're getting chills. Vegetables and beans are good ingredients, as you want to pay attention to keeping up your protein intake.

Ninth tip: Don't stay up too late when you're not feeling well. Get to bed a little earlier than usual, so your body can get that head-start on getting better. If you stay up too long, or don't get enough sleep, it'll be harder for your body to fight the illness.

Tenth tip: Be sure to have snacks. Avoid junk foods, or anything with too much grease. Snacks with peanut butter or a veggie dip are my usual go-to, with carrots, crackers, baby tomatoes, biscuits, nuts, steamed broccoli...

Eleventh tip: If you're listening to any audio (tv, music, computer...) then turn the volume down. Prevent any possible headache from happening or worsening. If you feel a ping in your head, like the sign of a headache maybe starting, find a way to distance yourself from loud noises. It might not be possible for you (it isn't for me in this house sometimes) but see if you can at least try. Lower the volume, go to a quieter location, do what you can to limit the noise. But even if you can achieve that quiet (or not), you should still take some aspirin, too.

Twelfth tip and then I'll let you be: A cool, damp washcloth to the brow can do wonders for that feverish feeling. Make sure it's not soaking wet -- just damp. You can also use an ice pack or a bag of ice, just make sure you wrap a towel around the ice first so that it's not freezing when you hold it against your brow.

If you're able to, you can ask your local drugstore if they have cooling gel sheets. These are typically in the children's section of drugstores, and are advertised as gel strips you can stick to a feverish child's brow, like a sticker. I've worn one while I was sleeping, actually, and because of the gel composition, even when I was tossing and turning, the strip didn't come off until I peeled it off in the morning.

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