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khaleesiofalicante · 4 years ago

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Practice Makes Perfect

Wrote this little drabble instead of working. Thanks @tobeornottobetequila for the prompt that led to this disaster. You can also read it here on ao3 :)

“He is here! Here is here! He is here!”

Izzy came running into the dorm with Simon following closely behind.

“Are you ready, buddy?” Jace put a hand on his shoulder.

Alec swallowed a jello shot from the tray Clary was holding. “Now or never.”

Today was the day.

Alec had been pining after Magnus for two whole semesters now. He had been trying to ask the other boy out almost every day, but kept chickening out.

Finally, his friends who had confessed that they could no longer put up with his pining, had come up with a plan to help Alec ask Magnus out.

Now usually Alec would never condone - and definitely not be a part of – any plan concocted by his siblings and friends.

For they were, as the kids say, chaotic as fuck.

But to his own surprise, he had agreed.

For he was, as the kids say, desperate as fuck.

Clary took out more jello shots out of the mini fridge as Simon kept an eye on the entrance for Magnus.

“Do we really need to do all of this?” Simon asked, eying the trays of jello shots.

“Babe, we’ve been through this,” Izzy told him. “Alec needs liquid courage to ask Magnus out.”

“Does he?” Simon asked, addressing Alec. “Why can’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“Tell him how you feel,” Jace snorted. “What kind of garbage advice is that?”

“It’s not like I haven’t tried!” Alec tried to defend himself. “Every time I try to tell him how I feel and ask him out but he is just….There is only so much I can do!”

“You just need to be a little-”

“Stop victim blaming!” Alec protested. “It’s not my fault he looks like a Greek god!”

“Who looks like a Greek god!”

They all turned in unison to find Magnus in the entrance, carrying a pile of books.

It has only been two seconds and Alec was already sweating.

His friends had told him that with liquid courage and with their support, it would be easier to ask Magnus out.

But that wasn’t true, was it?

He could barely talk to Magnus when they were alone. How was he going to ask him out with so many others in the room?

Besides, the plan itself was crazy. I mean, it was Jace’s idea. So of course it was crazy.

Maybe Simon was right. Maybe he should just tell Magnus how he felt.

Nah, that wasn’t it.

He wondered if anyone would notice if he quietly jumped out of the window.

“Magnus!” Izzy beamed and welcomed him into Alec and Jace’s dorm.

Magnus eyed the jello shots on the table and then the books in his hand. “Um, this doesn’t look like the study session I was promised.”

“Oh, we are studying alright,” Clary said. “We are studying matters of the heart.”

“What?” Magnus blinked.

“Alec here is trying to ask out his crush,” Jace said. “But he is a little nervous. So, we are going to help him.”

Magnus blinked, a little slowly this time. “Oh.”

“And we thought you could help,” Clary smiled. Alec was grateful for her presence. He knew she was Magnus’ favorite out of them all.

“Oh,” Magnus said again. “What do…What can I do?”

“Well, it’s simply really,” Izzy grinned. “We thought we could do some basic role playing. Alec can ask you out for practice. We really think it might help.”

“Why can’t Jace do it?” Magnus asked, not looking at Alec.

“Because we are the Lightwoods, not the Lannisters,” Jace replied. “I mean we could use Simon…but we don’t want to, ya know?”

“Hey!” Simon protested.

“Do you mind helping, Magnus?” Clary asked. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Alec gave a quick smile. He didn’t want Magnus to do this if he didn’t want to either.

Magnus bit his lip.

“Are you okay with this, Alexander?” he asked and Alec wanted to sob.

The way he said his name. The way his eyes scanned Alec’s face to see if he was okay. The way he offered to help someone without a worry. The way his lips had this tiny red mark where he had bit them.

How was Alec supposed to ask this man out without passing the fuck out?

“I…I mean if you’re okay with it then…” Alec faltered.

“I’m asking if you’re okay with it,” Magnus said.

“Are you okay with it?” Alec asked.

“I’m okay with it if you are,” Magnus smiled.

“Well, I’m okay with it if you are,” Alec repeated.

“Christ,” Jace swore behind him.

Clary pinched her boyfriend and asked him to shut up. “Well it seems like you’re both okay with it. Let’s get started.”

They all sat in a circle. Alec sitting opposite Magnus. Izzy and Simon on the giant bean bag Jace had found in some bizarre bidding website. Jace of course was sitting on the window ledge. And Clary set down the snacks on the coffee table and sprawled on the floor like a cat.

“Alright, proceed,” Izzy clapped her hands, as if this was a duel.

“What? Just like that?” Alec asked – not anyone in particular.

Magnus just shrugged. “Why do we have jello shots?”

“Liquid courage,” Jace winked.

Magnus picked one up and suddenly started giggling. “It’s a jello shot. It’s solid, not liquid.”

Maybe it was the way there were faint wrinkles around Magnus’ eyes when he smiled – reminding Alec that magnus was someone who smiled a lot.

Maybe it was the way the Magnus’ throat bobbed when he swallowed the jello shot in one go.

Or maybe it wasn’t Magnus at all.

Maybe it was the way Simon was playing Izzy’s hair as she rested her head on his chest.

Maybe it was the way Jace and Clary were smiling at each other, sharing their love in unspoken glances.

Maybe it was the way Alec couldn’t help but feel like it would always be with this way – with him as the fifth wheel.

Whatever it was, Alec couldn’t handle it.

“I can’t do this,” Alec stood up abruptly and walked out of the door.

What was he thinking?

No amount of alcohol or moral support would be enough for him to ask Magnus out. Because that wasn’t the problem.

Alec wasn’t afraid to ask. It was just a question after all. In his classes, Alec was always that one student who always put up a hand and annoyed the professor with a million questions. No, he wasn’t afraid to ask.

But he was terrified of the answer.

Knowing he didn’t deserve Magnus was one thing. But being told that he didn’t…He didn’t know how he could cope with that.

He heard the door open behind him, followed by faint and hesitant footsteps.

“I’m fine, Jace,” Alec said quickly. “Just go ba-”

It wasn’t Jace.

“Your friends mean well,” Magnus offered a smile.

“I know,” Alec turned back again and set his eyes on the horizon. “It’s not their fault that I’m a fucking mess.”

“You’re not,” Magnus said he found his way next to Alec. “You’re fucking tall though. Fucking smart, yes. And fucking annoying – especially when you make us all stay behind during the lecture with your million follow up questions. But you are not a fucking mess.”

“I am,” Alec said, ignoring Magnus’ kind words.

He didn’t want kindness. He wanted the truth.

Magnus made an impatient gesture. “Fine, then let’s clean you up. Ask me out.”

“What?” Alec blinked.

“You said you’re a mess. Your friends are right. Practice makes perfect. Ask me out. Let’s practice.”

“I…I don’t know how,” Alec replied.

“Well, how did you do it before?” Magnus prompted. “Are you more of a straightforward guy or do you like to be super romantic and have flowers and-”

“I haven’t,” Alec interrupted. “Asked anyone out before, I mean.”

“Oh,” Magnus said. “Oh, okay. Then let’s just go with the gut. Why do you wanna ask this guy out?”

“Because I love him.”

The words tumbled out before he could stop them. Alec blushed scarlet, even though he knew Magnus was completely oblivious.

“Oh,” Magnus said, looking taken back. “I…I didn’t think it was serious.”

“It’s not,” Alec said. “It’s probably unrequited.”

“Then you shouldn’t ask him out,” Magnus replied.

“Because he doesn’t love me back?”

“Because anyone who doesn’t recognize your value isn’t worth your time, Alexander,” Magnus said.

Alec stared at him.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Alec nodded. “I’m gonna ask you out.”

Magnus smiled but then stopped immediately, as if he suddenly realized something.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Let’s practice. Ask me out Alexander Lightwood.”

Alec swallowed.

“Magnus,” Alec said and his voice came out all squeaky. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “Magnus, do you want to go out with me?”

“I…” Magnus blinked. “Um, do I say yes?”

“What?”

“I don’t know what to say,” Magnus replied. “Do I say yes or what?”

“I don’t know how these things go! I haven’t asked anyone out before!” Alec almost laughed. “What usually happens?”

“Well, if I don’t like them, then I pretend like I got an emergency call from Catarina saying ragnor had a heart attack and-”

“Ragnor had a what?” Alec did laugh this time. “Surely they aren’t gonna buy that!”

“Please! It’s more like you than you think!” Magnus laughed back. Watch this. “He almost had one when he found out Prince Hans was the real villain in Frozen.”

They both laughed again, and Alec couldn’t help but want to hold onto this moment for a little longer.

“What if you like them?” he asked. “What happens then?”

“I…I don’t know,” Magnus said quietly. “I haven’t been asked out by someone I liked in a really long time.”

Maybe it was the way Magnus said, his voice sounding like he was close to giving up.

Maybe it was the way his eyes didn’t crinkle, but rather looked sad and lost.

Or maybe it wasn’t Magnus at all.

Maybe it was Alec, for once deciding to seize the moment.

“Hey, Magnus,” he said before he lost the nerve. “You like me, right?”

Magnus smiled. “I do.”

“Will you go out with me then?”

Magnus froze for a moment. “Are we…Are we still practicing?”

“No,” Alec said. “I’m asking you out for real.”

“But…But what about the other guy? The one you wanted to ask out?”

“There is no other guy,” Alec explained. “It’s you. I’ve been wanting to asking you out.”

“Hold on,” Magnus looked confused. “So, you are practicing with me to ask a guy out a later – who also happens to be me.”

Alec grinned. “Told you I’m a mess.”

“A hot mess,” Magnus grumbled, but Alec spotted a smile.

“So?” he prompted.

“So, what?” Magnus asked, never making it easy for him.

“Magnus!” Alec all but whined.

“Hold, I’m getting a call,” Magnus pulled out his phone. “Yes, Catarina? Ragnor had a what? Goodn-”

Alec grabbed Magnus in by his shirt. “You’re not as funny as you think.”

“Agree to disagree,” Magnus poked out a tongue.

“What now?” Alec asked, their faces incredibly closed. “What happens when someone you like asks you out?”

“Well, I would usually expect a rom-com level kiss,” Magnus said cheekily. “Being lifted off the ground, the 360 angle, violins in the background, doves flying – the whole thing.”

“Uh-oh,” Alec said. “We have a problem.”

“We don’t have doves, I know,” Magnus replied.

Alec laughed. “It’s not that. I…This is my first time asking someone out. That means I haven’t…I haven’t really kissed anyone before.”

Magnus smiled, and the wrinkles around his eyes were back, spread out like little rays of sunshine.

“Well, luckily for you Alexander, I know someone you can practice with.”

#I am soft for their love #malec #malec fics #dani writes stuff

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niximous · 7 years ago

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O shit my dudes, I actually got tagged in something-

10 songs I'm into at the moment? Alright @jello-is-jello, I'll do your little tag thing~

Alright, let's see... Songs I've been listening to on repeat in no particular order are--

1. Shiver (Daithi de Nogla cover) 2. Voidfish Duet (Plural) - Rachel Rose Mitchel 3. Itchin' on a Photograph - Grouplove 4. Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men 5. T.I.M.E - Niel Cicierga 6. Galaxies - Owl City 7. HI HO - B Rogers 8. Sand - Atlas 9. Sour Patch Kids - Bryce Vine 10. Between the Bars - Elliot Smith

Honestly tho? I don't really have one singular song that I listen to. I've been listening to these more than any others, but it depends on what I'm doing.

Driving to school or running errands or picking up a friend? Put on my Watsky mix on Pandora or my YouTubers playlist with their outros/channel themes, roll down the windows because my ac sucks up gas like crazy, then blast it and jam while cruising down the interstate. Terroriser's outro is fun to jam to but the bass shakes my small car, even at low volume. And I know almost every word to Basically's, I've played it so much. xD

Usually when I'm writing fics or drawing it depends on the mood or story. I have a shit load of songs and a very wide range of genres I listen to, so I just make a playlist for whatever I'm working on at that time.

So ye, those are my top jams at the moment! Uhhhhh... @nyoomwhyoom @potato-dearest-draws @optimistic-smiler and @gamerc ! You by no means have to do this, my lovely mutuals, but I found it a fun little thing so here ya go. You've been tagged. ^^'

#nix yammers #im actually surprised that I was tagged in the first place #thank you jello you wonderful bean! ^^#long post

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 4 years ago

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A ROTTMNT FanFiction: Support System Part 1

This is a gift (Part 1 of a few chapters) for a special friend of mine @jadethest0ne who i hope never forgets what a wonderful person and friend she is.

Also I”m warning you now, this story is going to have a lot of medical incidences, which will include blood, stitches, and many other things. Including allergic reactions. If this makes you uncomfortable do not read. But its no more intense then what you’d see in a Med Drama (I think so?I don’t actually watch those. Except Scrubs, does that count? I love Scrubs)

Summary: Leo always understood his role in the family. Ever since he was a child, he was going to be the one who helped his brothers and heal them after their worst pains. But what if that wasn’t enough anymore?

Pairings: OH sure you can come look! * picks up flaming tree branch* If you dare

Characters: Leonardo, Donatello, Splinter, Raphael, Michelangelo

Genre: Hurt Comfort, friends family With a smidgen of angst

“Donnie catch!!!”

Even though he was seven years old, Donnie had had enough natural instinct at this point to grab the book he had been reading (twice as thick as Raphies head) and summersault over the back of his beanbag chair in time for a large brick to land where he had been with a painful ‘thud’. Donnie peered at the thrown object before frowning at the perpetrator in a large red jersey, “Raphie what did we talk about the reading bean bag?”

“To, uh.” Raphie’s eyes crossed as they usually did when he was asked a question. Leo said it was because Raph didn’t like to t hint. But Donnie knew it was just because Raphie knew if he played dumb people would stop asking him things he didn’t want to answer, “throw things at you when you’re sitting on it? Look at my jersey!” He spun around to show the back, where Raphie marked out players name (with what looked like green jello) and wrote ‘Ghost Bear’ in its place (written in pudding) “See?! Isn’t this great?!!”

“Not great enough to throw a brick at me.”

“You’re right! I should of thrown more!!”

Don puffed up his cheeks so hard that his glasses misaligned, he wanted to say something to deter the possibility of having to dodge a downpour of bricks (again) when a crashing sound came from the living room followed by loud crying. A moment later Splinter was running out of the bathroom with only a shower curtain for a towel and head full of soap, “Whose hurt whose bleeding?!” He called sliding past the living room for a moment in a streak of soap before running in. Donnie was already hurrying after him with Raphie on his heels.

The source of the crying came from Mikey who was siting on the ground with a large cut on his scalp, probably the result of the broken lamp by his side, and the source of the louder crying came from Leo knelt by his side, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so sorry-“ before looking to their father with a unnatural amount of tears pouring out of his eyes, “dad I think his skulls broken and now hh-his brain is leaking out!!!

“Blue its ok it’s just a cut.” Splinter hoisted Mikey up into his arms, looking his head over, “Mikey is it more hurty or scary?”

Mikey let out a small hiccup, wiping at his streaming eyes “S-scary.”

“Alright, lets Go get this fixed up my brave orange.” Splinter held Mikey to his chest, before reaching out and cupping Leo’s face in his free hand, “Blue it was a accident. He’ll be ok.” Giving the still weeping child a peck on scalp, before looking back at Leo who looked like he was going to be sick with concern, but Donnie was already out of the room and dragging a chair over to the fridge and using it to climb up, pulling open the freezer to the sight of several dark blue teddy bears lined up in the corner. He didn’t particularly like the texture of the ‘cool bears’ so he put his hands and his sleeved and made sure to grab the one with one ear and a green Jupiter Jim shirt that nearly froze his fingertips through his long hoodie sleeves and hurried back to the living room knowing Dad wouldn’t leave Leo’s side if he was this distressed, “Its ok Dad.” Donnie said, sitting by Leo, “I got him.” The minute Leo saw the teddy he stopped his loud weeping and grabbed it, hugging the icy cold bear to his chest and burying his face in it. Splinter let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you Purple.” He said rubbing his scalp, “Red can you brush up the broken pieces? I’ll clean them up later. I’m going to take care of Mikey.” He said standing up, carrying the youngest child out of the room. Raph, puffed up his chest, “Ok you two heard, I’m in charge so that –“

“Raphie go do what Dad said.” Don wasn’t in the mood to have Raphie power trip on him, before you can ask yes a child can power trip if they’re left in charge for longer then two minutes, the oldest brother puffed up his cheeks. But when Donnie gave a pointed look to Leo, who was still rocking softly with his face buried in the cold teddy bear, he seemed to understand what he was saying and went to go get a broom. Donnie stood up, brushing the dirt off his hoodie, “come on Leo, “ he said, taking up his brothers hand. The blue turtle stood up, trailing after Don with his face still pressed into his bear as though is the was the last life preserve to his sanity. Donnie pulled Leo into the kitchen, so he could grab another cool bear if the one his brother had defrosted too much. Leo he climbed up miserably onto the round diner couch and curled up into a little ball, “Leo you didn’t mean to hurt Mikey-“ There was some muttering but Don couldn’t understand, “Leo I cant hear you through LL Cool Bear-“ He tilted his head hoping to get a better read on what Leo was saying. Don climbed up onto chair to sit next to him, he barely had time to open his arms before Leo was curled up against him. With one hand still pressing Cool Bear against his face, Leo’s free arm hugged Donnie tightly to him. Though Donnie was usually the one who didn’t like physical contact, he also knew when his brothers needed him. So he took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around his still trembling brother.

There was a shuffle as Splinter came into the living room, his shower curtain now wrapped like a toga (he was probably sick of holding it up) with hair clips to hold it in place “Alright alright Oranges boo boo’s have been bandaged and kiss glass cleaned up where’s-“ before seeing the two curled up int eh boooth. With some effort he managed to squeeze in on the other side, “Blue it is alright no one is in trouble. Orange said he just tripped over the lamp cord-“ But like last time, the only response Leo was able to give was another muffled shout into the teddy bear.Splinter looked to Don, “how long has he been hiding his face?” Don shrugged in response “Alright time to pull out the big guns.” Splinter shuffled out of his seat and went to the fridge, “Oh Bbblllueeee, I have three red hots/ raisin cookies with your name on it.”

Leo gave out a loud sniff, raising his eyes from Cool Bear but refusing to pull it completely from his face or leave Don’s arms, “With hot sauce milk?”

Don could see Splinter struggle not to cringe , “of course my Blueberry! What a lovely,” the rat shivered, “Lovely combination.” He said pulling out a bottle of hot sauce and a gallon of milk, pouring out a glass. He visibly gulped before twisting open the hot sauce lid and pouring half its contents into he small class of milk. If he hadn’t been focused on being Leos’ support he would of laughed at Splinters struggle to maintain a straight face. But he managed to stir up a light pink glass of contaminated milk, “Purple would you like some?”

“Not hungry.” Purple shook his head, “Dad when are you going to get dressed? You’ve been eating a shower curtain for forever.”

“Oh this is nothing Purple. I spent the first four years in a shower curtain.” When Splinter set down the plate and glass Leo finally pulled his face away from his bear long enough to uncover his mouth, taking one of the abomination cookies (as donnie liked to call them) and dipping them into his hot sauce milk, pressing the bear to the other side of his face. “Blue, do you understand no ones in trouble? It was a accident-“

“B-but Mikey got hurt.” Leo’s eyes filled with tears again “He was bleeding, I don’t want my brothers to be in pain ever.”

Splinter gave a sigh that Don recognized a mile away, scooting closer and letting Leo snuggle into his fathers side, “Blue, you understand that you can not prevent your brothers from getting hurt? They are their own people, who happen to love playing rough.”

Don could see the tears reforming in Leo’s eyes as his breathing quickened, “No, I love them I don’t want them to get hurt ever.” Donnie scooted closer to rub at his shell, “how can I help them if I can’t keep them from getting hurt?”

“Well,” Splinter thought for a moment, “ as your father I don’t like seeing you boys get hurt either, when you have four boys running around in four directions it’s nearly impossible to do, but I instead make sure that I’m prepared for when you do get hurt. I have a first aid kit”

Leo sniffed, “You mean the booboo box?”

“I-yes. The booboo box. It has bandages, bandaids, and what ever I need incase one of my favorite boys gets hurt.”

Leo pugged up his cheeks, squeezing Don’s hand for all it was worth. Donnie could tell he was thinking something through-“Can I have one?”

“I.” Splinter paused, “I’m not sure Blue first aid kits aren’t really toys.” But the moment Leos eyes swelled with tears again their father sighed. While Their dad was easy going when it came to small things he rarely gave in to request like this. But later on Don would wonder if it was Leo’s sincerity that caused Splinter to smile “How about this, i’m not going to give you a full first aid kit now. But how about I give you a couple of bandaids to carry with you if you weld them responsibly. And you must tell me when your brothers are hurt as well, Ok?” Splinter he dug through eh med kit and pulled out a few Lou Jitsu bandaids, “If you prove you can be responsible with these, then we can talk about you getting a first aid kid later, is that a deal?”

Leo’s eyes widen to the size of monster truck tires, holding his free hand out taking the bandaids as though they were a treasure, “I-I’ll do it! I’ll be re’ponsible! I-I’ll keep my brothers safe!” He puffed up his chest. He pulled from donnie and stood up on i the chair, hugging his father rightly around his neck, causing their father to chuckle and hold him back , “I believe in you my little Blueberry.” Stroking the back of his head.

Of course Leo would hold his word, using his powerful bandaids only when needed, and going to get Splinter when he needed him. So next Christmas, when he received a first aid kit (albeit one that was been modified for a child to mess with safely) he smiled for days to come.

But on that day, donnie watched Splinter hold his brother who, just a hour ago, had been in the midst of a intense panic attack. Wouldn’t forget how he felt watching his brother. Unlike Leo, Donnie already had a understanding of the world that a child shouldn’t have. Wheel his brothers dreamt of what it would be like to go to the surface, Donnie knew what dangers would await them.

If they got hurt

If they got discovered

If they-

So the next time he earned enough ‘good stars’ to go to the library he not only got the books he knew wouldn’t arouse suspicion, he also picked up one he hoped he would never have to use.But one he would read over and over again till he ad the entire thing dedicated to memory.

He would be ready

He would protect Mikey

He would protect Raph

He would protect Splinter

He would protect Leo

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(Seven years later)

Mikey looked around in panic, searching for a escape route. But before he could do anything Leo gave a mighty shriek of unknown animal origin (he had been going for something between a kitten and bat) and lunging forward. Mikey gave a yelp of surprise before falling back on the armchair. With his quarry trapped, Leo brought up his fingers in a claw form and attacked. His six fingers becoming weapons of death as he dug them into Mikeys sides, his brother burst out laughing, squirming In a desperate attempt to escape this assault, but Leo danced around the arm chair, both keeping Mikey trapped and attacking his most sensitive spots, “Submit to Leo the Nardo!!!! Submit to your older brother!”

“OK OK!!!’ Mikey kicked at his brother “You win!!!! You can pick the movie tonight!!!!!”

Leo drew his hands back allowing Mickey to finally breath, in between his barely kept remaining giggles. With a dramatic twist he turned to Donatello who was leaning against the wall watching this whole spectacle with one eyebrow raised, “And now, “Leo said in his best intimidating voice (as threatening as a fourteen year old whose voice still cracked once in a while), ‘“Two down, one to go. The boss battle.”

“Uh, shouldn’t Raph be the boss battle? He is the oldest”

“Puh-lease. Watch this.” Leo took a step back to look into the main room of the lair where Raph was lifting weights on the half pipe , Leo raised a eyebrow at him and immediately the largest brother burst into laughing again, rolling off his weight bench and onto the floor with enough force to send a soft tremble through the lair, “See? You jus look at him weird and he burst out laughing. That is why you are my last challenge.” Leo said with a dramatic point, “if I can conquer you, then we have no choice but to watch a movie of my choosing tonight!”

“It’s Little Women again isn’t it?” Donnie pulled out his phone with disinterest, “You posted twenty five quotes from little Woman on Fumlbr in the last hour, and I saw you taking a nap with your copy of the book on your face.”

“YES ITS LITTLE WOMEN!!!!!” Leo brought up his fingers up again, “make it easy on yourself brother, submit now.” Donatello let out a soft if maniacal chuckle, before Leo could ask what was going on something on the back of his cross-body belt shot up towards the ceiling as he shrieked in surprise hanging from some unknown inventions thatDonatello must of attached to his belt when he was tickle tackling Mikey. Leo crowed his arms with a pout, “well played Donatello.”

“Yes I know. And i’’ll let you down if you listen to my conditions.” Donnie gave him a small nudge on the forehead, making him start spinning in a slow circle, “One we watch a series of movies everyone likes, and in return I will not only buy you a carton of any ice cream you want, even if the name of it alone makes me physically sick, and I will let you try out your new jokes on me for, “ Don looked at his phone, “Five minutes.”

Ok, even Leo thought that was a good deal. But the loss of watching his favorite non Lou Jitsu / Jupiter Jim movie was still a blow to his still spinning heart. It must have been obvious because he heard Don sigh, and move over to be in his line of vision with his head tilted to keep eye contact with him at a somewhat up right level, “AND I promise to watch Little Women with you at a later time. The only reason I don’t want our brothers watching it is because they’re sensitive. I showed Mikey a drawing of a frowny face once and he cried for three days.”

Its one of the rare times the memory of one of his brothers crying makes Leo chuckle. But he can acknowledge Donnie is making an effort. Donnie wasn’t always the most open turtle when it comes to others, but the fact he was trying to make him happy sorta made him happy. While still hanging from the ceiling (How long was this rope?) He reached his hand out, “deal first favorite Donnie!”

Donnie shook his hand back, “No problem second favorite Leo.” He brought up his gauntlet and tapped the screen. Leo could hear whirring on his back as he was set on his feet, frowning with a large wrinkled pout on his face, “I’m going to get you to admit I’m your first favorite Leo someday I swear it Donnie.”

“Uh huh.” Don gives him a smug look that’s obviously mean to make him pout more (which it succeeds in doing). “Now if you heathens excuse me, I have a package coming in and I want to get to it before the rabid rabbits next door eat it.”without looking up, Donnie gave a half attempted peace sign before heading out of the living room. Leo crossed his arms and looked over to Mikey “I am his favorite Leo he just doesn’t want to admit it.’

Mikey wiped his finally dry eyes as one last laugh escaped him before looking up at Leo from his upside down spot on the arm chair , “whose his supposed first favorite Leonardo? Da’Vinci? “

“No, cause hes not alive anymore apparently he likes Leonardo DiCaprio more then me!” He crosses his arms,

Mikey giggled before sitting up, ‘“Actually, you know what? Donnies got a point, Leonardo DiCaprio might be my favorite Leo too.”

Leo Let’s out a loud offended gasp, “FOR MY HONOR!!!!” This time Mikey had the common sense to roll over the back of the arm chair when Leo came at him. Laughing as Leo chased him around the living room, throwing random pillows and bean bags to block his path. Mikey had ducked to run out of the living room when Raph appeared in the door way probably investigating the noise, Mikey let out a squeak of surprise bringing his hands up to bounce off Raph’s chest and roll behind him, “Raphie I need help!”

“Wh-“ poor Raph looked more confused then usual, “what Leo-“

“I’ve gotta punish Mikey!” Leo explained, ducking around him. But Mikey kept to the opposite site of Raph with a loud laugh, “Not if you can’t catch me!!!!!” Raph raised his arms over his head, probably to keep one of them from accidentally scratching themselves on his spikes , “Whoa! No playing ring around the raphie you two-“ eh said before letting out a small cough

Leo reached up and caught a hold of Raph’s arms like a parallel bar before tucking his legs up enough that Mikey didn’t have Tim to notice where he was and dropped down on him, “GOTCHA!!!!!’ Mikey shrieked in terror before laughing again, bringing up his elbows to protect his sensitive sides. Of course this time Leo hadn’t been planning on showing any mercy unless Mikey promised to cook him a batch of his famous jello filled cupcakes with mozzarella frosting, and if he just happened to get hot sauce it’d be even better-

That was before he heard a slight wheeze behind him, he was about to tell raph he had forgotten to take out his retainer again when that wheeze became a full on cough. Leo looked to his brother to see Raph with both hands pressed over his mouth, smothering the loud coughs that were now escaping his sweating face, “Raph?!” He climbed off Mikey and ent over to Raph’s side, “Raph do you need water?” Before noticing that his face, though normally squishy, had began to swell up in a way that made his heart stop, “He’s having a allergic reaction!” He said to Mikey now at his side with an equally anxious look on his face, ‘“How did he get peanut butter?! We keep it locked up!”

“I-“Mikeys eyes began to swim with tears, “I-I have a peanut butter sandwich earlier but I cleaned up after myself I swear!”

Oh frick, he must of still had peanut residue on his hands after he ran into Raph. Leos’ heart was already racing a mile a minute, Raph hadn’t had a allergic reaction to this volume since he first discovered his allergy. They were so careful with peanut-butter, “dad?!” He called loudly, digging around his satchel and pulling out his first aid kit. Epi pen, did he have one? He never thought o put one in, where did they keep them? Did they have any? How long before Raph’s throat swelled up completely?! Another loud cough escaped Raph causing Leo’s eyes to fill with tears-

He was so wrapped up in digging through his med kit that he barely noticed the sound of a box being dropped at the entrance to the lair. Not until Donnie was running past him, holding a beanbag at had been close to the entrance and swinging it around, “Raph sit.” He ordered, his free hand pushing down hard on Raph’s shoulder giving him little choice, In a fluid motion, he pulled out a epi-pen from his battle shell, pulled off the blue cap and slammed the point on the outside of Raph’s thigh. The effect was almost instantaneous as Raph took a loud deep breath, his airway finally giving him much needed oxygen, cleansing his lung with a few loud coughs before he sighed in relief. Raph’s face was still slightly swollen as he massaged his throat.

Don pulled out the pen and began to massage the injection point for a few seconds. His free hand rubbing Raph’s shoulder, “Nod if your airway is opening up.” Raph did as he was told, tears streaming down his face, Don looked to Mikey, “Micheal go get Raph’s blanket from his room and go get Dad.”

“I-I” Mikey looked at their biggest brother with his own tear filled eyes, “I-I’m so sorry Raphie-“

“Micheal.” Don added a edge to his voice that demanded Mikeys attention, ��It was a accident, if you want to make up for it then go do as I say.” The youngest nodded and hurried out of the room.

Leo blinked, for a moment he had forgotten he even existed. His hand was still stuck in his med kit as though still hoping to find a epi pen he knew he didn’t have. He watched Don pull out a second epi pen from his battle shell and coach a trembling crying Raph through breathing. When Mikey returned with Splinter, Splinter wrapped the blanket around Raph’s shoulders and helped him up. Donnie made the recommendation that they keep an eye on Raph and consider going to the hospital if the symptoms returned and that Mikey go scrub down in the shower to make sure he didn’t have anymore peanut butter on him. The only acknowledgement he got was Donnie calling to him over his shoulder to go to the kitchen and check that it was clean of any more nuts. After all that, he stood at the kitchen counter with a sponge in his hand and asked himself one thing

What the hell just happened?

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #support #undercoverwizardninjaturtle #hurt/comfort #brotherly love #leo #donnie #mikey #raph #warning #allergic reaction #blood #ll cool bear

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the19thduckpotato · 5 years ago

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The Ties That Bind Part 3 (MHA fanfic)

Part 2

in which there are indeed chicken nuggets and remembering

(sidenote: please don’t attempt to binge this fic, it is VERY LONG. or do if you wish--just don’t say I didn’t warn you c: )

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The visit to the hospital's cafeteria passed in a haze. Once the kid behind the counter recognized him, she chirped cheerfully as she helped Toshi pick out a trayful of food for Izuku. Toshi guiltily realized he couldn't remember what he had said back to her beyond the usual niceties. He scratched out an autograph at her bashful request and smiled softly as her face lit up. There was a tiny gnaw of guilt --if you only knew-- "Oh I couldn't possibly take your money!" she practically squeaked as he tried to pay. "I doubt the hospital would, either!" Toshi gaped a moment, still holding out the cash. "Then," he said, "could you use it for someone that might need it?" "So sweet!" She finally took the folded notes and tucked them into the register. "I might know just the person. It'll really make their day." The gnaw of guilt grew teeth--trying to buy away the shame? "Need help with the tray, Mister All.Might?" Toshi waved away the offer. "Thanks but no. I appreciate all your help." She bobbed happily and bid him a great day then turned to the next person in line. Behind him, he could hear low voices chattering, asking if it was really him, what was on the tray, would he be eating all of that, he needed to really, look at him-- Toshi's hands squeezed the tray tightly, knuckles turning white. A moment later, he almost stumbled as a young child bounced off his shin. With an expert motion even he was surprised with, Toshi caught the slipping tray with one hand and scooped the small boy up with his other hand. "Takashi!" The boy's mother raced across the room, flustered and bowing her apologies over and over again. "Oh sir, I'm so sorry, please forgive me!" "No worries," Toshi replied, rumbled soft laughter as the boy stared wide eyed at him. He passed Takashi back to his mother, then looked over the tray and picked out an orange. "Here. I hear these are especially sweet today." Takashi continued to watch Toshi as his mother bobbed again, thanks this time. She too chattered a moment to the famous former hero. And he too felt lost in a fog of other thoughts, trying to be in the moment but only managing polite responses. Perhaps the mother picked up on this for she soon tapped her son's nose. "Time for us to go, Takashi. Say thank you to the nice man." Takashi continued to just stare as Toshi waved and made his way across the cafeteria. "The poor dear, I hope he's all right." The blond, still lost in his own dark thoughts, disappeared down the hallway and back to Izuku's room.

A tap on the door sounded through the quiet room, and Izuku jumped and squeaked. He watched the door tensely.

"Back!" A muffled thump as Toshi found it a slight struggle to balance the tray and open the door. "And I might have snuck in nuggets. Don’t tell anyone."

The tense lump of Izuku relaxed as soon as he saw who it was. “Oh—“ a quiet sigh of relief “—hey.” His eyes widened. “That’s a lot of food.” He held out his hands, ready to steady the incoming tray.

Toshi held a hand up very quickly--"Stay put. You think that machine is annoying now, wait till it detects you getting up." --then wedged himself in and set the tray on the bed. "Got a little bit of everything. Dig in before One for All has you snoozing again." Izuku slumped disappointingly at the reminder that machines were monitoring his every move. He scooted away from the tray in order to make room, though he didn’t really need to. He hovered a hand in midair and scanned the tray, skimming over slightly grayish green beans, and— ooh, jello! He quickly kept looking and— “Nuggetsssssss!” He shot out his hand and snatched one, stuffing it into his mouth. “Mmpff— h ot...” He chewed very carefully, regretting his haste just a tiiiiiny bit.

Toshi made a comical alarmed face. "Please don't choke, I'd never hear the end of it." His fingers wrapped about a small bowl of rice and he toasted Izuku with it before nibbling. It was weird to have an appetite, even one as scant as his was. Especially after what had happened. He would be sick to his stomach if he still had one. And yet, his body seemed to crave food. Rice fast disappearing, he scanned the tray and debated what would be ok to eat Excuse you, that all belongs to Izuku then forced himself to stop devouring his own food. He instead picked up the remaining orange and went to work peeling. Citrus filled the air and he placed the fruit sections next to the nuggets, one by one.

Izuku watched the tiny specks of citrus oil go flying from the orange as Toshinori peeled it, glowing brightly in the early sunlight. He put out a hand to touch them, the same spark of wonder growing in his heart as when he looked at a sky full of stars. "Pretty...." he breathed. What are you, four? You're not supposed to grab at everything you like the look of. Well-- maybe I am on the inside! So there! A soft, breathy laugh escaped, and he continued to wave his hand around in the quickly-dissipating cloud of shining droplets.

Toshi smiled and relaxed, not realizing his shoulders had been tensed up. It's going to be ok, everything is going to be fine. But-- Nope. Everything is fine now. He clutched that thought tightly and sighed in relief.

Izuku heard the soft sigh and looked over, glad to see him relaxing. The weight of the past night curled in his stomach, but... Things are golden now. He stared in slight awe at the intense, bright halo of the sun in Toshinori's hair. Warm. Right. ...Home. That will never go away. Not as long as we're together. He looked down at the tray and pointed at the orange slices set next to the nuggets. He knew Toshinori was trying to give them to him, but.... "Aren'tcha gonna eat that?" You've barely had anything... c'mon, please? Just a little more? I'm worried. You're always worried. Ohh-- so what.

His teacher chuckled softly. "Nah, the acid might mess with me." He grinned sheepishly--it seemed such a silly thing to admit to--and pushed a slice toward his boy. "Besides, you need all the energy you can get." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closing and refusing any further argument.

Izuku nodded. "Oh, okay." He stuffed a slice in his mouth sideways, talking around it. "Fhankfh!" He gave a smile, the orange where his teeth would be. The older man's grin widened as his head nodded once...snapped back up. Nodded again. Wobbled back up. Nodded slowly a third time and stayed down. A soft snore drifted out a moment later.

I... well okay then. Another orange slice followed the first. He squinted. Poked at the jello suspiciously. Do you taste like the good kind of jello? It jiggled. As jello does.

The monitor's beeping became a quiet rhythm that coaxed Toshinori into deeper sleep. He struggled, wanting to make sure Izuku was safe. As if from far away, he could still hear the kid's voice, if not the words. The tone was calm, relaxed, at ease; and in turn, he grew calm, relaxed, and at ease. Just a few minutes, then. Just a few . . . . . . He was on a street. People walking past. He tried to look past them. He was looking for someone He saw green here then there People turning to look at him Knowing who he was Knowing he had to hurry What They were parting before him Pointing Something was wrong From a distant that was immediately up close He saw Izuku fighting And the people in the crowd murmured that Toshinori knew how this would end And they wondered why he was here and not there He tried to run but his legs wouldn’t respond And Izuku slid further away from him The people in the crowd just stared at him "Help him!" Toshinori pleaded His legs shifted s l u g g is h l y "Help me!!" Toshi tried to cry out. A few in the crowd turned, heard him but didn’t understand. Izuku falling from a great height now, a much larger figure chasing his green form. And then Toshi was there, he had his boy, they would fall together, but he had him now and Izuku stared at him in dull disappointment. He was unraveling, emerald thread whipping about in the wind. Toshi tried to hold onto him, hold him together, but the thread unwound quickly, slipped from his fingers, was lost to the wind. Heavy breathing behind him How far was the ground Toshi twisted about somehow A hulking shadowy figure towered over him Baleful chips of blue bore into him A grinning mouth, shark wide, too many teeth Above the figure's head (from which two spikes jutted out, sharp enough to impale), two thick fists clasped into one monstrous wrecking ball the mouth cracked open as primal rage roared out And as the large figure swung down at Toshi's head it's going to crush me It leaned in dear God in heaven, it IS me All Might bellowed guttural laughter as his fist filled Toshi's vision And all around them, a horrified scream Like emerald thread Toshi awoke with a violent start and clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

"Dad!!" ...What the crap, Izuku. ... You better hope to high heaven that he was too far out of it to hear you. He clambered off the bed awkwardly, wincing a bit as his weight came to rest on his still not-quite-healed ankles. "Shut up," he growled at the beeping machine. "Hey. Hey." His hands reached out to Toshinori. "Hey, you're sitting in the hospital. You were dreaming. You're okay now." He supported himself on the arm of the chair, hoping that he wasn't too close to Toshinori or freaking him out. His eyes rolled wildly, his hero instincts kicking in. One fist clenched as he sought the source of his panic "Dad!!" It was a burst of gold in the surreal storm, a familiar voice among the unreality. He latched onto it, let it pull him back, knowing full well it was part of his dream, knowing it didn't exist in the real world. But it brought him comfort and that was the pillar he stood on as the nightmare sloughed off. One by one, other familiar sensations returned: the morning sun and its warm golden brilliance, the gentle beeping of the monitoring device (which at this moment was growing more insistent), and his boy he's safe he's safe oh he's safe leaning close, reaching out for him. He clutched that single golden mote of dream a moment longer before he let it dissolve. if only that part had been real...

Izuku gave a strangled gasp as he was suddenly pulled into Toshinori's arms, stiffening as his balance was interrupted. He stopped himself from crashing into his fathementor by awkwardly propping his arms against the back of the armchair before he could be pulled headlong into the hug, wincing and giving a tiny growl of pain as the remnants of his injuries protested. A bit more slowly, he let himself be pulled in, wrapping his own arms around Toshinori's shaking form. "Hey--" he gasped, a bit out of breath. "Hey, it's okay... you had a bad dream, you-- you had a nightmare. You're awake now, you're okay." He felt One for All trying to pull him back under, trying to stop the sudden exertion. No!! NO!! I refuse!! I won't let this happen now, not now! He squeezed his eyes closed and willed it to stop, for the surge to back down.

Toshi raised his hands to cup Izuku's face-- "Kid--" breath caught in his throat, not so much worried that Izuku would burst into emerald thread, that seemed so nonsensical now. But he was terrified of the boy looking at his with that dull disappointment--that image still remained from the nightmare. Toshi opened his mouth, about to say something, anything that would prevent that look. And the monitoring machine's beeping became impatiently frantic and teacher pushed student back into the hospital bed. "--you really shouldn't be out of bed," he answered a bit gruffly. But in his eyes, a world of gratitude. And then a faint worried frown as he saw the signs of One for All trying to work. "C'mon, quickly now."

Izuku stiffened, wide-eyed, not expecting to be pushed back into the bed. A startled hand gripped at the arm pushing him as he tried to process the sudden change in the situation.

Toshinori gave him a look of stern concern but his sunken eyes glimmered wetly. "I'm here but I need you to be here," he said, still pushing Izuku back into bed.

"But-- but I'm here--" Izuku's breath quickened and his eyes flickered around as he tried to figure out what to do or say next. Try obeying, doofus? His brain spat at him. That's what you're supposed to be doing. Like, all the time. He carefully, still kinda stiffly crept back to his spot, ducking his head a bit, but watching closely and ready to jump out again at the slightest notice.

Toshi rubbed one hand over his face and leaned back in his chair with a noise somewhere between relief and distress. He was exhausted, he wanted to sleep feels like I've ran a marathon but he did not want to dream again. that thick sound, like a bat hitting raw steak One fist white-knuckle clenched again and his other hand pressed against it to unclench. Maybe some hot tea to keep him up....

In a surprisingly fluid motion, Izuku slipped out of bed again and curled beside Toshi's leg on the floor, leaning against the chair. He rested his head against Toshinori's knee. Maybe if I'm just very small and still and quiet, he won't mind that I won't stay put. He curled a hand around the seam of Toshinori's pant leg, just... holding on.

"C'mon, young Midoriya, don't." He half heartedly plucked at the kid's hospital gown, to get him back into bed. "I don't want you to--" I don't want to see you get hurt again Another fist formed and just as quickly gone again. the scream--that last one. It had been Izuku It was all he could do to keep his composure. "--please," he breathed.

Izuku stared up at Toshi, eyes wide as he sat there frozen. His heart was either in his throat or in his stomach, he couldn't figure out which. Moving would break the moment, would feel... somehow wrong, even though Toshinori had asked him to. Not moving... held far more unknowns. Would Toshinori be angry if he didn't move in time? Or would the truth break loose? What truth? There aren't any lies here! ...And yet the truth of the moment is held back. He was somehow sure. But is the the way to gain it? You could ruin everything-- Move or stay? His mind flashed between both options too fast to choose. And in doing so, he chose by accident, because he stayed frozen on the floor. Still staring at his mentor.

"Young Midoriya--!" Toshinori gaped at him, reached out to push the kid back to bed Don't you dare touch him. Not with those hands. the hands that had swung in anger he had been fully aware of what he was doing the sounds the stench of sweat and fear red red so much red all over those hands of yours And with a tch! of despair and disgust, he dropped his hands in his lap. He could feel his face starting to crumble and quickly jutted his chin out to combat it. "Izuku, please," he croaked. I can't force you. And I don't dare get angry. I can't afford to risk it. What if Next to them, the monitoring machine was getting insistent again.

Izuku watched Toshinori's face as he sat there, waiting to see-- Incredulous shock. Oh no I made a mistake Hands reaching out. no wAIT IM SORRY-- Izuku quickly scuffled to get his feet under him.... ...then... ...? He almost reached out, but pulled back before he could. Don't touch him don't invade his space you'll only make him angrier ...Well he doesn't... really look... angry at all... he looks devastated. Have I really messed up all that badly? No. I think it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Look at his hands. How he looks at them. He's afraid of them. Of his power. A lump formed in Izuku's throat. No.... He pleaded silently. Not you, All Might, you of all people I'd trust with power.... But look what he did with it, a horrible, sinister voice whispered. He killed. He DIDN'T KILL, HE WON'T! HE'D NEVER!! Izuku's hands turned into fists. Then he heard the quiet, desperate croaking that cut through his thoughts like a knife. "Izuku, please...." Toshinori was on the edge of his emotions. Izuku could hear it, and it dug claws into his chest. I made a mistake... I failed, I failed you, I'm sorry-- A few hot tears spilled over quietly, and he struggled to balance as he pushed himself up. "I'm sorry--" He gave a tiny gasp suddenly as his ankle refused to be stood on, and he started falling.

It was automatic. No hesitation. No deliberation. One hand reached out to catch, the other to protect Izuku from hitting anything. Your hands can still do good, yes "Gotcha," Toshi murmured then tilted his head in surprise. "Hey, what--why are you--? Sorry?" He held Izuku close a moment is that his heart beating wildly? Mine? Then set the kid back on the bed (the frantically beeping machine slowly pacified). Once more, he found his own worries and dismal thoughts shoved away, making room only for Izuku. A welcome distraction. And still an automatic reaction. "What on earth have you to be sorry for?" he asked. "You've done nothing wrong. If it's this--" And he gestured to the room. "--then don't worry. I've been in my share of them and I'm supposed to be the greatest, right?" Greatest. Ha.

Izuku lowered his head slowly, his head coming to rest gently against Toshinori's collarbone. His hands still held onto his mentor's sleeves-- when had he grabbed on? It must have been when he was falling. He closed his eyes and said softly, "You are." A quiet pause. "You are great." The machine beeped. Izuku's fingers moved the tiniest bit, making a soft noise as they brushed along the ripped fabric. "But you're good, too. And that's so much better." I need you to know that.

He knows. Toshinori hung his head, bangs obscuring his face. He knows. His heart sunk while the rest of him turned numb. He knows and he's still here, he's still looking up to me He knows I did it because of what they did to him He knows what you did. He couldn't even manage a sound of acknowledgement. He was numb, time was numb, the world was numb. What happens now?

#mha #bnha #mha fanfic #bnha fanafic #my hero academia #boku no hero acadmia #toshinori #yagi #all might #dadmight #sunflower dad #angst #fanfic #izuku #midoriya #deku #the ties that bind #tttb part 3

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notbecauseofvictories · 5 years ago

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Hi Sarah! You seem to be quite enthusiastic and well informed about cooking, and I was wondering if you had any tips for students at uni? I feel it's so difficult to keep a healthy diet and cook for yourself on a low budget. Do you have any good recipes you could share? Or ideas? Thank you so much if you are able to answer, no worries if you don't feel like it.

This is...kind of a difficult question to answer, given that I approach cooking as a decadent, pleasurable thing, rather than something functional. (Some people shop online when they want to splurge. I make 48 coconut macaroons hand-shaped and dipped in chocolate, and a parmesan-garlic cream sauce to drizzle over my steamed brussel sprouts.) If all I need to do is consume calories, I’m much more likely to cut corners---seriously, store-bought sauces, simmer pastes, and salad dressings are a godsend---or buy something convenient. I could probably survive on deli sandwiches, if I really put my mind to it.

However, I do want to suggest a couple tips I think are helpful:

1) Know what you like, know what you need.

What it says, because food is always a balancing act between getting the kinds of nutrients your physical, calorie-consuming body needs and the sugar/salt/fats you want. Personally, I will eat literally anything if there’s bread or cheese or both involved. (This is not a joke---I have eaten a lot of creamed spinach and deli sandwiches.) However, having discussed my diet with healthcare professionals, I know what I need is proteins and vitamin d. So when I’m preparing my schedule for the week, I force myself to think about both: what will I eat, what should I eat, what can I make that satisfies the difference? And then, what’s my timing? (i.e., do I need to stay late at work? do I have other plans that night?)

Like everything with my life, I review it vaguely sometime Monday and plan out my week. Though I do know enough about myself to build in some flexibility, because sometimes a bitch is walking home desperate for a burger, and shouldn’t have to apologize.

2) Google with abandon.

I do not have any private store of family recipes. My mother was a functional cook, and my grandmothers were either of the “hors d'oeuvres and martinis” generation or the “jello(tm) with colorful sprinkles is an actual dessert” generation. (The difference there, by the way, is class. But that’s a whole other tumblr post.) The point is that at the end of the day, there’s no secret treasure trove of recipes for me to delve into.

Which means I google everything. Every recipe I post here, every time I have spare ingredients I’m looking to get rid of. “Unsweetened chocolate recipes” is one of my latest searches, because I accidentally bought 4 oz of it instead of semi-sweet and don’t know what to do. (I’ll probably end up make brownies.) I have also googled in the last few months:

Reduced milk recipe

Quinoa recipe

Bean recipe

Dark corn syrup recipe

Pie crust recipe

Apple pie recipe

Scallion pancake recipe

The point is, just because you don’t know what to do shouldn’t keep you from making good food! Personally, I love Epicurious, and always check their suggestions first, but the internet is wide and deep and full of people who will suggest cooking times, oven temperature, and spices you can add to stuff to make it taste good. Don’t be afraid to scroll through 4 different recipes on different domains, even if it’s the same dish; or to add “simple” to you search terms. You have more cookery knowledge at your clumsy fingertips than anyone before us ever has---use it.

3) Store it, freeze it, stick it in a tupperware.

As someone who’s now been cooking for herself for at least 5 years, I am here to tell you that there’s no “cooking for one.” Cooking for one is a lie. What you do is cook for 3-4 people, and then freeze or refrigerate the leftovers. So it’s important to consider how well your various ingredients freeze and how you’ll reheat them when the time comes.

Meat and seafood freeze well when you get them from the grocery store! Unfortunately, if you cook something or marinate it, and leave it to sit in the fridge, it will get very tough or break down entirely. (This is especially true if you use a particularly acidic marinade.) Unless you get them already frozen, fruits and vegetables do not freeze well at all—water expands as it freezes, and your fresh fruit & veg are so watery that the ice completely ruins the cellulose structure and defrosting will make them mushy. If you have leftover cooked vegetables, those should be used in scrambled eggs or eaten with a sauce within the week. Cream-based soups and sauces freeze pretty nicely, you just have to be careful not to leave them long enough to get freezer burn. Freezing bread arrests the yeast and mold processes, so if you’re looking to keep your loaf from turning, stick it in the freezer in an airtight bag.

(I haven’t had a microwave in two years, so most of what I make is the kind of stuff I can reheat on the stove—or eat cold!)

Also, most food isn’t ruined by temperature---you can leave a lot of stuff out on the counter after cooking without fear of bacteria. However, too much exposure to the air will ruin just about any dish: creams curdle, meat toughens, vegetables soften, starches harden. If you’re going to store something at room temperature, stick it in a ziploc bag, plastic wrap, or aluminum foil quickly, and it’ll last longer even without the refrigerator.

4) Occasionally, try something new.

Obviously, as a uni student you should try lots of new things---but as a uni student cooking for yourself, I encourage you to occasionally experiment. Make bread, if you’ve never made bread before; try a desert if you’ve been focused on single-serving chicken breasts. Once every few months, try cooking or baking something you’ve absolutely never tried. (For hard mode, pick something completely out of the ballpark---for example, a couple months ago I tried to make a meringue and failed miserably. But I think I understand why I failed and that’s made me a better cook in the interim.)

It is, of course, very important that we eat in a way that serves our body and its needs. But at the same time, making food has always struck me as serving more than just need---we make food to show our love and appreciation for others (isn’t feeding an act of service?), to articulate desires we can’t verbalize, to satisfy unreasonable cravings, to demonstrate capability, to prove our worthiness, to offer something that isn’t-sex-but-is, etc. etc. etc. Food is very rarely ever just food. Which means that sometimes, we should sequester ourselves in the kitchen and see if we can make that....thing from the Great British Bakeoff.

As a footnote, I hope my coworkers enjoy haphazardly baked alaska.

#tw food #no love sincerer than the love of food #Anonymous

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ryogai · 4 years ago

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-KICKS YOUR DOOR OPEN WITH MY JELLO LEGGY- Hi Yoko! This may seem a lil random but I just wanted to drop by for a lil and tell you how much I appreciate you and to thank you for having helped me with fgo when I absolutely didn't understand a single thing--- oh and also to drop by and say that I really enjoy seeing you on my dash and that nix is so wholesome!! ??? She always has this way to reach to my grumpy emotionally constipated muses and I think that is very neat of her

(SMOL, YOU PURE AND PRECIOUS BEAN.. I’m always more than happy to assist you with FGO things and I’m glad I was of help to begin with. AND HNNN.. I love ALL of your muses okay? OKAY. Thank you for finding my muse wholesome and that my posts aren’t absolute garbage~. Nix will always find a way to worm her way into their hearts! BUT ANYWAY. I WUV YOU YOU WONDERFUL FRIEND.)

#mission complete : asks #vindictalead

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romanticwitchcottage-blog · 6 years ago

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*skip story if you just want the tips*

*REMEMBER all successful and HEALTHY (key distinction) weightloss is about self-love and harmony with your body that allows you to live and laugh every day*

It may sound crude, but there is no one that knows the ins and outs of losing weight as someone who has taken the stuff to the extreme; at least we got a full basket of tips and tricks and if you’re smart enough you will apply the I will give in this post in a healthy way, without going too far and finding yourself weighting a celery stick on a Friday night. I had anorexia (had to sort out some childhood trauma in one way or another, I guess), still quite underweight but not to the point where people look at me and feel terrified, more at a point where everyone has the tendency to offer me to eat something. For now I am comfortable with this weight; I am able to run, draw, have fun with friends, finish my uni degree and everything else that makes life awesome. I will probably have to put on some more kg when I will want to become pregnant, but that’s something else. What I actually wanted to say is that I lost weight in a surprisingly; a-typical healthy way, even though I just did it for too long so to say, which is why I became underweight. So here are my tips - it’s up to the reader to balance them out and make sure to at least eat enough cal to cover bmr and some more depending on your activity level. No one, NO ONE will be better off sticking to 200 cal a day, including your metabolism darlings.

YES to multiple small meals a day. From an apple to a salad with some olives to some pieces of tofy to some beans on lettuce boats to yoghurt with chia seeds and natural sweetener - spread your meals out to never ever feel nauseous and dizzy, but just comfortable half-full, but satiated.

In between, have water, barley/chicoree coffee and TEA. Literally invest in a hyge thermoscan and carry it around, with some almond milk and/or stevia. For what’s it worth, become a tea expert!!! Read up on ALLLL different types of tea and all the amazing benefits and their different taste and smell - learn from the Chinese way of seeing tea as something more than just a cuppa. Little tip: Pu-erh tea to quite frankly combat appetite when it’s not physical but emotional: I see this tea as sort of a threshold, once you consistently drink it, your body will have to truly be hungry to get hunger cues, otherwise it just tempers any kind of craving. Same goes for abovementiones barley coffee, such a gem I kid you not!!!

Start the day with at least a 10-20 min workout right in your room, then a shower with nice-smelling shampoo, put some perfume on, put some music on… dance around a bit…. Try on beautiful clothes… I noticed that when the day starts right with some tiny acts of self-love and pampering, I am bound to smile till I go back to bed in the evening!

B-12 to make sure your metabolism is on point!!!!! Biotin for healthy hair, iron for energy levels… find out what is lacking in you feeling and looking as wonderful as you deserve and see how food groups and supplements can help you out.

With each of your meals, please try to include some clean protein. It is proven to be the most satieting macro nutrient and does wonders for your hair, skin, and muscles. I typically LIVE for some delicious pieces of tofu with nori-sheets for those fish cravings, ADORE tempeh, edamame, pieces of seitan with some fresh salad… Also, throughout the day, DO NOT FORGET about healthy fats!!!! They are CRUCIAL to your well-being!!!! Have some olives with your massive salad! 2-3 walnuts with the carrot snacking!!! ⅓ of an avocado on a bed of spinach and some kidney beans - YUMM and your skin and reproductive organs will say thank you sweety

When it comes to candy: stevia-sweetened liquorice drops somehow are amazing at satisfying weird cravings and making you feel warm inside.

As you can probably already tell: I am all about the healthy eating. You are working with a calorie-deficit, make sure your body can at least count on you being very aware of what it needs in terms of nutrients, vitamins, elements. Sure supplements are fine but you can’t replace a healthy, balanced diet with some pills boo! Have your veggies, your proteins, some fats, fresh fruit for breakfast.

Invest in ALL the spicies, herbs, nutritional yeast (parmezan CHEESE, anyone?), spirulina, balsamic vinegar, dried mushrooms - whatever makes your healthy food tasty without damage to your calorie-count.

Broth soups EVERYWHERE before savory meals, fills you up, calms you down and just generally cozy to drink wrapped up in a blanket lol.

Meals/drinks I love to have: nori sheets wrapping tofu and veggies; cauliflower rice with soy-yoghurt tzatzki; raw beet salad in vinegar and some seitan ministeaks on the cide, split peas soup, fresh fruit salad with some crumbled plain uncooked tofu for breakfast, sweet carrots with walnuts, agar-agar cacao jelly topped with berries; tempeh on a bed of spinach and tomatoes; mushrooms IN EVERY FORM - dried onea are delicious snacks; cardamon tea with almond milk and stevia…. The list of healthy tasty nourishing stuff goes on and on…. Find out what makes YOUR tastebuds and waistline happy; this is a quest!!! Some of the tricks you will keep forever to always maintain a healthy; thin figure - so invest time! Research the net!!!

Out of the window go (for now, maybe?): all processed things. Including spaghetti, white rice, bread of all kinds, yes - even that thin-flaked oatmeal. No need for that, replace - if the craving hits TOO HARD to ignore, with a little cup of whole-grain cooked buckwheat, quinoa, black/dark rice; beans, lentils…

For those of us with a sweet-tooth: AGAR AGAR powder. You take natural sweetener, take some fruity tea/zero cal sirup/juice/cacao powder, add water, some aroma’s, you boil all of that like you would boil broth, once its boiling add a tbsp of agar-agar for approx. a liter of the magic stuff and let it cool down. ENDLESS MIXING POSSIBILITIES FOR almost no-cal jello - top with fruits and joghurt if you make it your breakfast/dessert. DELICIOUS. For the non-vegans: gelatin will do the same.

Favorite crisps-recipe: head of iceberg lettuce with nitritional yeast, onion&garlic powder and paprika. Crunchy, spicy, fresh, have some sparkling water on the side with a bit of juice…. Loooooveeeee it. IN GENERAL one of your main tasks now is to find low-cal options that mimic the sensation of your favorite calorie-bombing meals/snacks. Break the system indeed babes!!!!!

(Soy-)yoghurt, yoghurt, yoghurt; the secret weapon of all those thin French women. Crumble in some tofu and you got yourself some bad-ass cottage cheese to put on peppers and tomatoes

Sleep. For heaven’s sake, try to get enough sleep. A large part of hunger cues are truly masking for dehydration and sleep deficit. Learn to read your wonderful body’s signals!!!!😴

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yoosunlight-blog · 6 years ago

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"shouldn’t you be studying?” (college!au yoosung)

pairing: kim yoosung x reader

genre: pure 100% fluff

notes: day one prompt: first date for @yoosungweek! i am so excited to be doing this~ also this whole draft was written at 3am so pls forgive me for any mistakes

warnings: slight profanity but das it~

word count: 1.3k

after finals, yoosung teaches you how to play LOLOL!

you meet him in the library bc he’s playing LOLOL with his friends at the table next to yours

and he’s being loud and annoying

so you march over to him with your hands on your hips and a scowl on your face

“excuse me, if you’re going to just play games then maybe you should go back to your dorm or something because you know some people are actually studying and care about their edu-“

and he takes off his headphones and looks at you

and you kind of pee yourself a little bc ... you didn’t expect him to be so ... cute??

“were we being too loud? i’m so sorry. we’ll quiet down, right guys?” yoosung looked at his friends as they all stared at their keyboards, heat rushing to their cheeks

“i-it’s finals week, d-don’t you have a-any exams to s-study for?” your ears turning a soft shade of pink after realizing you just snapped at literally one of the cutest boys ever to step foot on campus

“we’re taking a break!!! you seem really stressed, maybe you should play LOLOL too” he laughed and you actually shat urself because who knew his laugh would sound so angelic

ok literally.. u can feel the sweat starting to form on ur palms

“you should give it a try once, maybe i can teach you sometime!! my name is yoosung”

“m-my n-name is MC”

“nice to meet you MC!! i wonder what your LOLOL nickname would be”

“oh!! maybe you can pick it for me!” and as soon as you said that you kicked yourself because ..... holy shit i can’t believe you just said that

he looked at you w his giant ass eyes like ......did you seriously actually really just say that

cue his friend choking on his own spit next to him

“s-s-sure.... i c-can h-help you s-set up an a-a-account and e-e-everything..... j-j-just let me know if you want to learn”

“m-m-maybe when finals are over” you choke out

and so you scurry back to your table cheeks turning an unhealthy shade of red, and continue to cram 9 weeks of behavioral psychology into your brain, trying to ignore the fact that you just completely utterly ruined any chances of yoosung ever seeing you again !!

sike bc 4 days later when you’re returning books at the library, you run into mr lolol man

“mc right?”

“yoosung, you remembered!”

“still up for a game of LOLOL?”

“if you aren’t busy... i have some free time this week!”

“how does tomorrow night sound?”

“y-yeah! i’d like that a lot.”

ok so here’s the deal. both of you are struggling to make eye contact w each other bc for some fucking reason whenever you look at him all your insides turn into jello..... is this what a crush feels like??

answer: yes bitch !!

surprise he thinks ur cute too (◕‿◕✿)

“do you wanna meet me at the coffee shop around 7pm? we can play there!”

“s-sounds good! i-i’ll see you there!” why do you sound so NERVOUS HUH

so you two part ways!! and as you’re walking back to your dorm from the library you realize ... maybe i should’ve gotten his number??

and he also thinks to himself “should i have asked them ?? for their number??” but it’s too late..... and he sighs

“saeyoung should i have gotten their number? it’s okay if i’m meeting them tomorrow right?”

“yoosung what the fuck lolololol what’s wrong with u lolololol”

cue yoosung staying up all night freaking out and maxing out all his LOLOL stats and telling his guild to be nice to you

and what are you doing?? freaking the fuck out obviously LMAOO

ur roommate is just staring at you like .... “MC what are you even doing you’ve changed your shirt 40 times”

“what if he doesn’t like purple??” “why does it matter.... you guys are just going to the coffee shop right?” “dude he’s so cute u don’t get it”

anyways the day finally comes!! and you show up to the coffee shop and there he is lookin like (๑˃̶͈̀o˂̶͈́๑)

and you approach him and gently tap his shoulder bc he’s getting really into his game and you’re just like ,,,, “yoosung?”

“oh!!! MC!! you made it~” and he smiles at you and once again you pee yourself

“were you playing a game? would it be okay if i just watch this one?” “yeah!! it’s almost done, i think we’re gonna win this time!!”

so you pull up a seat next to yoosung and you intently stare at the screen.... and honestly?? LOLOL is actually....pretty....fun

“yoosung are u fuckin kidding me how did i die for the 30th time in a single game”

and he just looks over at you like ... i never thought i would find someone ripping their hair out so cute in my entire life

“i-it’s okay MC!! we can try again....d-don’t worry it’s your only first time playing!!” his cheeks tinged rosy pink as he peered over your laptop screen

“help i’m lost on the map and idk where everything is” “ok i’m coming hold on”

eventually you get the hang of things!! and you only die once!!

you two literally order every kind of frappucino off the menu bc.... LOLOL takes a lot of energy and the sugar really gives you that extra boost to kill all the monsters on your screen hehe

yoosung secretly love love loves the strawberry one

things get a little carried away and you both lose track of time

“excuse me, i’m sorry but it’s 11pm now so we’ll be closing the shop” “....it’s 11pm already?!” you and yoosung both look at each other like... how did we spend 4 hours playing a video game “sorry!! we’ll leave right now~”

but it’s okay!! even though you are ranked #400 out of #400 in the shooting star server, you had a ton of fun!! and yoosung taught you how to change your character’s skins

yoosung admits it’s a lil weird to see a hot dog with a sword running around on his screen but if you like it then he’s happy

as you two pack up your things and head out, you turn to look at him and once again ,,,,, your insides turn into actual jello ,,,,,

“yoosung, thank you for today. i had a lot of fun with you.” and you swear... despite how dark it was already outside... you saw his cheeks turn red

“i-i was a bit worried you wouldn’t like it, but.. i-i’m really.. happy you had fun.. does this mean you’ll play again sometime?” he looked to the ground, trying to avoid eye contact bc he is so!! shy!! around you!!

“to be honest yoosung..... i don’t think i can play unless you’re there to save me” and you heard his laugh ring through the empty campus

“MC? how about this? we can play again sometime if you let me see you again” “like a date?” “oh..........i guess yeah maybe like a date unless you don’t want to then i totally get it” and now it’s you!! turn!! pink!! bc this felt like a date to you

and it’s kind of like.. yoosung read your mind a little bit?? bc then this!! lil bean!! says “but if you want......we can.. count today as our first date.. maybe i won’t be so nervous to i see you again heh” and literally it’s like all the stars in the universe collectively gathered into your eyes bc he...was...nervous..too

“i’d really like that, yoosung” and even though the two of you were walking side by side, your cheeks felt a tiny bit warmer than usual

“... MC, can i walk you back to your dorm?”

so cute so sweet so wholesome so...yoosung

#yoosungweek #mysme #mystic messenger #mm yoosung #mm scenario #kim yoosung #yoosung mysme #mysme yoosung #yoosung x mc #yoosung scenario #yoosung ff #jaehee kang #mysme zen #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jumin han #zen #jihyun kim

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davebuckleslefthand · 3 years ago

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wow, ‘m finding all this old stuff - - -

www.last.fm/user/daverave38/loved

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excuse me…

something's wrong here:

David never tried, or allowed

a sort of price for Lee Davila's voice.

Last.fm.com is a wonderful thing,

please. Thank you very much…

www.last.fm/user/daverave38

X's for Eyes Was a dream not yet realized for Dave was glad to discover Internet Underground Music Archive, in 1995,

at Charlotte's main branch library; has been online since that year. only with the help of Todd Rundgren, think in... in 1976 , db was living

where Sheri Lynch started radio for real... so there was Dave, hopping down the street hearing the construction workers that were building LeXington, KY and what song was i hearing? (6 years old mind you) I SAW THE LIGHT is cool.

growing up in AL there wasmuch time to be alone, God was/IS my only real friend, bussed all the way to Oxford from Aniston to get to 3rd grade class in a predominantly colored town; heck all my pals were not white. had no beef with that...[ xx ]

in mid 1992 David got delivered back to his birthplace in North Carolina.

By the time, 1991, the band had written an entire album's worth of songs. so they produced a newer cassettes material created

during the all to brief two years juggling classes, girlfriends, beast, amid fishin’ trips to farm-tanks close to A&M . Life, 3 ah yes, life was rich even if we were not

that second album was was fished an released in 1994, not depending on anymore influence from from Davi.

Dave was kinda deceased from Texas concerns. his only claim to it was made the horn lines, those played by Victor, Dave’s Cloudia Zapata was

neXtdoor neighbor of Dave and M.C., then So with rIOrARErECORDS, David's independent music label being devised in 1988 with much unknown learned effort from Eric. Within the constraints regrets of "almost gettin' there" David was delivered out of his bondage Oct. 2, 1992. at his recent girlfriend's street in Huntsville, TX.

At a most perfect time: 11:–PM, as he was headed home from five hours of happiness, working at the register at that hamlet's best record store: Hastings Records and Books @ I-45 & Sam Houston blvd.

label - located @ rIOrARErECORDS, 100 North Tryon, suite b220444, 28202, USA

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X's for Eyes' true collection of songs was recorded @ SUNCOAST RECORDINGS in Friendswood Texas in the month of September 1991 AD. Messages to their professional producer, KEVIN BOMAR, may be sent to that address .

rIOrARErECORDS would like to thank: God and His son, our families and freinds, ROOTSKA first cat: "FUGAZIs in the cake pan and he doesn't like it!", Reid's mom and dad, Sam Houston State University. in Huntsville, Texas, CVB, CRACKER, THE DEAD MILKMEN, JELLO BIAFRA, ALTERNATIVE TENTACLES RECORDS in SAN FRANCISCO, Fitzgeralds: Houston, Mercado Caribe' in AUSTIN, our fans, Dave's best fisfin pal: Jonathan, and finally, YOU for taking the time to read these words! Keep the faith, hallelujah and all the rest. Chant a Psalm a day.

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I did the best I could while I was stuck in that place, made the best music I could while I was stuck in that place, befriended the cutest females I could while living one block from the front door of the the state Texas' original prison. 1912 Ave. O! Subject : JONATHAN CHAMRAD! 2010-02-10 14:15:11 *

too bad we are maybe 19 years ago in Texus; heck, the best event to occur from this fiasco was that our drummer, Jonathan Chamrad, drove the rhythm behind the member's of Grand 'ole Opry's father, Gandpa Jones.

'o1 from J.C.: —————————————————–

I'm in Tennessee jamin with Grandpa Jones! I do play wash-board; and we rock! What's for dinner Grandpa? We're havin green beans with Curry Corn; chewy hamhock chewy chicken and rolley polley rolls topped with a layer of green grass!

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cakethulhu · 7 years ago

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[[PART ONE]] ~ [[PART TWO]]

A Series of Kisses (Part Three): The Future

Lance had plans. Oh boy, did Lance have plans. In fact, his plans had plans, plans squared, plans for days. Well, plans for one day, a day which was fast-approaching now. He was nervous, but he was also excited to finally be executing all the plans he’d been making for the last four months.

Lance knew he was gonna have to do better at avoiding Keith for the last stretch of this wait. He was too eager for their anniversary to be here, and he had already almost given up his secret plans twice. Every time they came face to face he struggled to ramble about anything else to distract himself from blurting out everything. And his boyfriend could be super dense, especially when it came to relationship stuff, but Keith had to be getting suspicious by now.

He needed to enlist the others’ help as soon as he could. He had already gotten Allura’s permission to use the Central Energy Chamber as the setting, and he’d been learning some of the controls from Coran for a while now. He needed Hunk’s cooking skillz for sure, and to keep Lance himself in check. He would ask Pidge to assist him with decorating and some technological setup. Shiro would be needed to keep Keith busy in the meantime.

Today was the day. Lance and Keith had officially been together for seven hundred and twenty quintants, or roughly two years, to the day/quintant/whatever. And Lance was going to ensure their anniversary went perfectly.

Knowing full well that Keith would object to the blindfold, he finally managed to sweet talk him into it, but only after about 15 dobashes of Lance’s charms at full force. It would be worth it, he promised Keith. Lance was allowed to secure the covering over Keith’s eyes, and from behind, he wrapped his own arms around Keith’s waist, perching his head upon his shoulder so he could whisper in his ear that he wouldn’t regret it. And with a quick press of his lips to Keith’s cheek, he moved to his side to link their arms at the elbows and proceeded to guide his boyfriend toward their destination.

They had reached the Central Energy Chamber, but Lance still wouldn’t let Keith see the surprises that awaited inside, not just yet, anyways. Instead, he brought the blind boy to stand in front of a large comfortable chair he had found in one of the less-used areas of the castle. Using Keith’s confusion against him, he curled one of his arms behind his head, cupping his cheek with his other hand, before planting a gentle but eager kiss on his lips.

However, just before Keith had a chance to get too into it, Lance broke away, ceasing Keith’s attempt to advance with an open palm on his chest and a rough shove into the chair Keith hadn’t known was behind him. Lance found the shocked look on his face and the irritated grunt Keith had landed with to be extremely adorable.

“Lance,” Keith started, his tone a warning as he reached for the fabric blocking his vision. Luckily Lance had just enough time to make sure he was perfectly posed when Keith finally pulled away the fabric obstructing his view. The jaw-dropping gasp that Keith let out as his face turned the color of a ripe cherry, was exactly the kind of reaction Lance had been hoping for, and the smirk on his face told Keith precisely that.

“Lance?” It came out as a sort of breathless half-whisper, Keith still unable to completely pick up his jaw as he looked around with eyes wide enough to rival an owl. Lance had turned on the star map and set it on just the slightest rotation, so they appeared to be slowly flying through the constellations. The room was lit by a ton of candles spaced randomly throughout, each one surrounded by bundles of flowers. His gaze slid over the many candles and flowers to touch briefly on a small dinner set up to one side before reaching the main attraction.

Lance was leaning back against a silver pole, his arms reaching up to grab it behind his head as hips are arched seductively, and he’s fixing Keith with a look that could stop a man’s heart.

“Happy Two Years, babe,” Lance said with a lilt in his voice as he relaxed and stepped forward to bend down and grab Keith’s hand.

“Has it been two years?” Keith blushed as his head ducked slightly.

Lance straightened up, “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I set up all of this, and nearly ruined the surprise cause I’ve been overly-excited about it for like four months, and you forgot about our anniversary?!”

Keith stood up abruptly, latching onto Lance’s hand, “No, no, no, no! Lance, I didn’t forget! How could I? I just meant that… it feels like I’ve loved you forever. It seems impossible that everything we’ve been through together has really only been a couple years.” His voice loud in his reassurances at first, but doing a decrescendo as he got mushy.

Lance squinted at Keith suspiciously for just a tick before his face softened as his grip on Keith’s hand hardened. “Aw, Keith. With words like that, I don’t even care if you did forget.”

“I didn’t forget!” Keith huffed.

“Alright, I believe you,” Lance said with a smile and a boop on Keith’s nose that had him pulling away slightly.

With a little bit of a pout on his face, Keith said, “I even got you a gift, but it’s back in the room cause I was planning to give it to you later. I wasn’t expecting all this,” he gestured to the room. “You’ve been working on this for four months?”

“Yeah!” Lance replied excitedly, and then a bit quieter, “Do… you like it?”

“Lance, I love it,” Keith said with a fondness in his voice as his eyes followed a cluster of stars across the wall, until the stars slid over Lance where Keith’s gaze found its home in Lance’s.

Lance squeezed Keith’s hand tightly before shuffling toward the small table. “We should eat before the food gets too cold,” Lance said, pulling out the chair for Keith and handing him the bouquet of as-close-to-roses-as-Lance-could-find-in-space that had previously occupied the spot.

Keith blushed as he took the flowers and sat down, expecting Lance to sit across from him, only to be surprised when Lance took a seat right in his lap instead. Keith gave him a questioning look.

“This spot looked more comfortable,” he answered with a sly grin.

He began arranging some dishes as Keith gently set his bouquet on the floor to wrap his arms around Lance while he got the food ready. Lance cut up some of what looked like a mis-colored steak drizzled with something that tasted like a smoky, but sweet, honey pepper sauce. He twisted to face Keith and held up the fork to feed him.

Keith took the bite of meat slowly and while maintaining eye contact with Lance the whole time. He chewed, swallowed, and swiped his tongue across his lips before reaching for the fork and stabbing another piece to feed Lance in return. Though, before Lance had the chance to lick his own lips clean, Keith brought their faces together to do it for him. Lance leaned into the kiss: gentle, insistent, but brief.

They pulled away, and Lance sighed dreamily, then let Keith know that the sooner they finished eating, the quicker they could get on with the rest of Keith’s gift. Lance looked pointedly over at the pole he’d been posed against earlier, and then back at Keith.

They each got their own fork, and dug in to Hunk’s lovingly-prepared meal with a bit more fervor. They finished the steak, and helped themselves to the sides: something that looked like chunky jello but tasted like potato salad, a kind of vegetable that seemed to be the love-child of carrots and green beans, and a savory close-but-not-quite-bread roll. For dessert Lance pulled forward a platter of alien-chocolate-covered strawberries, well, if strawberries were shaped like soft, puffy wishbones.

Lance licked the space-chocolate off one of them, and Keith decided he was done eating. Lance’s response was, “Well, help me clean up then,” and a little chuckle as he held up chocolate-covered fingers.

Keith obliged, holding Lance’s hand in place while he lapped up the little bit of melting chocolate. When he was finished, Lance rested a hand on his cheek, “That’s good, kitten. Now we’re done eating, but there’s one more thing on the menu.” Wink.

“Is it me?” Keith wonders out loud as Lance gets up from his lap and leads him back over to the cushioned chair.

Lance sits Keith down before slowly pulling his own hand away to step towards the pole. He winks and blows Keith a kiss before replying, “Could be later, but no, it’s me. So feast your eyes on this.” He claps twice, which turns on some low background music, and with a flourish, he takes off his jacket and tosses it aside.

He moves perfectly in time to the music as he dances out of his shirt and pants as well. His little strip tease leaves him in a lingerie set that Keith immediately thanks the heavens for, but also has no idea where Lance could’ve gotten it. It’s comprised of a sheer and sparkling blue top with straps that criss-cross in the front, over his collarbone, and there’s a heart shaped key-hole between his pecs. The top is of the bikini variety and only covers his chest, while the bottoms are high-waisted cheeksters that show off Lance’s nicely-shaped assets in the back. They’re made of the same blue material as the top, except only the sides are sheer with the rest being opaque. There’s a tiny bit of ruffle detailing the hems of the leg holes, drawing attention to carefully toned thighs. The outfit is decorated in red stitching and is accompanied by red thigh highs and a pair of shiny heels that change color in the lights that Keith has no clue how he didn’t notice earlier.

After making sure Keith got a good look from his front-and-center spot, Lance twirled a couple times and hooked his thighs around the pole. He leaned back, arching and showing off his flexibility beautifully, came back up, and did a couple simple spins from one arm. Lance danced on the pole, hips rolling and head bobbing side to side.

Then he carefully climbed the pole, always along with the beat of the music, and then let his legs hold him there while tipped his head back so he was upside-down and slowly spinning. Still upside-down, he brought his hands back to the pole between his legs so he could do the splits mid-air. He let his legs cross like they were making the number four around the pole, while his arms waved, caressing his own face and then running down his chest and stomach. His arms reached back to grab the pole behind his head and he gracefully flipped the rest of his body back down to the ground before dropping it like it’s hot and doing a few moves on the floor.

But he wasn’t done with the pole yet, he grabbed the base with one hand and a spot higher up with the other and turned himself upside-down with just the strength of his arms and his core, his legs making a ‘v’ on either side. He hooked his ankles on the top of the pole and let go with his hands to get a little rotation, and then kept the spin going with one knee and one elbow wrapped around the pole, the other leg and an arm out-stretched, in perfect form. He let go of the pole with his elbow to grab the foot of the leg not holding him in place with both arms, in an aerial version of something that would remind someone of ballet. Deftly, he slid to the floor, his arms supporting him until he lay flat on his back before flipping onto his stomach and slowly raising his ass in the air, bringing it back down, and crouching to get up.

Lance spared a glance at Keith, who was just enamored with Lance’s performance, leaning forward as far as he could in his chair without falling out of it, but still clearly relaxed and enjoying the show. Lance licked his lips ostentatiously as he reached for the pole in two places again and lifted his body so that his hips and legs curled perfectly above his head. He finished his routine on the pole with a few simple right-side-up spins and poses before letting go and doing a careful and elegant cartwheel to land directly in front of Keith.

Their gazes locked, both of them conveying a fiery passion and devotion to each other. He pushed Keith back into the chair and had no complaints when Keith took him with. Lance straddled Keith’s lap, his knees on either side of Keith’s hips, wriggling for a tick and then he raised himself up, leaning heavily on Keith. He came back down to Keith’s lap, only to repeat the motion a few more times. Their hands were all over one another, Lance used his knees to squeeze Keith’s thighs before standing up, turning to face away and giving Keith a great view of his ass as he bent over to shimmy back up.

Keith tried to pull Lance back into his lap, but Lance just rubbed his ass against Keith’s crotch to create some delicious friction before escaping once more. He faced Keith once again, staying just out of reach as he danced, hips swirling and hands roaming the places he knew Keith wanted to touch.

Taking pity on Keith, Lance came back to his chair, where he propped his leg up on the armrest, put Keith’s hands on his hips, and thrust his pelvis to the rhythm of the song. Keith could feel the contraction and extension of the muscles in his abdomen as Lance continued to grind at him. Then letting Keith keep hold, Lance brought his leg down, turned to face away again, and just went to town in Keith’s lap. Arching his back, his hands playing in the ends of Keith’s hair on the back of his neck, he pressed against Keith.

His hips still writhing and gyrating to the music, he could feel Keith’s hands wandering: caressing the curve of his ass, idly running over his chest. Keith latched on to Lances shoulder, licking a neat stripe and blowing over it, sending a shiver across Lance’s skin. And as the goosebumps appeared, Keith kissed them away. He was as desperate to get as much Lance-exposure as he could, as Lance was to give it to him.

Lance slowed his roll, the music coming to a drawn out finish. Taking Keith’s restless hands in his and turning his head to look at him, he drawled, “So you said you had an anniversary present for me in the bedroom?”

#so this ended up longer than expected #and thus took longer to write than i had hoped #but here it is #i will post the whole series on ao3 btw #vld #voltron #lance mcclain #lance #keith kogane #keith #klance #drabble #mine

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turtleneccc · 7 years ago

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I got tagged by @givenchyandgucci (y’all follow her cos she’s hella gucci ;))

How tall are you? 5′5

What color are your eyes? basically blue, but they change color in different lights to either grey or green

Do you wear contacts and/or glasses? Glasses, but only if I really need to focus and read something cos the prescription is so light.

Do you wear braces? YES FOR LIKE FOUR YEARS it was gross

What is your fashion style? androgynous gay?? but in summer it’s a bit more femme. I really like a turtleneck and bright colors, but I also wanna get into the lingerie and giant sweaters trend cos its CUTE AF

When were you born? September 23rd

How old are you? 19

Do you have any siblings? Older sis and bro

What school/college do you go to? private college about 45 minutes from home

What kind of student are you? OH shoot fam... I had things wayyy too easy in high school, and was able to rely on memory and intuiton 99.999% of the time so I’m pretty awful rn. like i turn in my hw and stuff like im studious but my grades are shit.

What are your favorite subjects? SCIENCE BITCH; I’m a ho for biology and psych

What are your favorite movies? HP series (cos I’m a v nostalgic bean), Howl’s Moving Castle, Empire Strikes Back, Princess Diaries...I’ve been more into shows lately so I can’t think of many movies ATM

What are your favorite pastimes? Reading, baking, cooking, photography, making music playlists

Do you have any regrets? Nah fam, NO RAGRETS! Everything stupid that happens is important.

What is your dream job? I have no idea, I like too many things... something social for sure, though!

Would you like to get married? YES, IM A HOE FOR LOVE AND COMMITMENT

Do you want kids ? How many? no thanks, I’m terrible with kids.

How many countries have you visted? None :( but I want to visit loads before I die!

What was your scariest dream? I can’t name a recent one, cos I try to forget them...but I had a dream when I was little that I was choking on green jello and I remember that being pretty bad.

Do you have a significant other? nope

Put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping list the first 15 songs:

Bust A Move- Young MC

Come As You Are- Nirvana

You Need Me, I Don’t Need You- Ed Sheeran

Look After You- The Fray

I Miss You- blink-182

Like A Virgin- Madonna

Sir Duke- Stevie Wonder

What’s Up?- 4 Non Blondes

Bridge Over Troubled Water- Simon and Garfunkel

How to Save a Life- The Fray

Let It Go- James Bay

Material Girl- Madonna

...Baby One More Time- Britney Spears

Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I’m Yours)- Stevie Wonder

About A Girl- Nirvana

(these are all from my radio show playlist... go listen to KSTO on Friday nights if you have nothing to do)

THE END! that was fun :D I tag @alagaisia @jxckieokumura @idiotastrology and @urfookinjob

#that was v fun #thanks for tagging me #have a lovely night/day everyone ;*#about me #personal #I should start a tagging system....

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spnbaby-67 · 7 years ago

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Craving You

Chapter Two:

Summary: Summary: What happens when you find out that your co-workers have been getting raises behind your back, and you so want to say something but in reality you know you can’t. You take off to a Starbucks you go to every day, and every day it’s the same thing. Until today! You run into him.

A/N: Hi everyone, here is part 2. Thank you so much for the comments on part 1, I’m still nervous about how it goes from here on out, but I promise it a good story. I want to thank Taylor at @impalaimagining for my amazing aesthetic to go along with this story, THANK YOU!! Also for the help with the beta. (Any other mistakes are my own) Also, Thank you to @secretfurrydragon for your help in encouraging me to continue and to all the other amazing writers that have encouraged me to write. THANK YOU. This is an AU Jensen is single even though I love Danneel and JJ, they are happy elsewhere for this story. My work is to not be published without my consent. THANK YOU!!!!

Warnings: None that I can think off, unless you think Jensen’s eyes need warning. Oh launguage.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles and Reader

I waited a moment to open my eyes, to let the anger seep through before I said something that I would have regretted. Thank god I did. I saw the most beautiful pair of candy apple green eyes looking down at me with concern. I heard him talking to me, asking me if I was ok. Of course, trying to respond to his question was its own challenge. It was like my body decided to go limp at the sight of his beautiful face. I knew then, this was so going to haunt me, but what an amazing haunt it would be.

“Are you ok?” I heard him ask me again.

My eyes blinked, bringing me back to reality as I cleared my throat. Finally, I managed, “I am so sorry, um yes. I am ok. Are you? I mean, I totally bumped into you without looking, I am so sorry.” My throat swallowed nothing but dry air.

He smiled with a soft chuckle. “I’m fine, thank you. I’m sorry about your drink though, please let me buy you another one.” Before I could interject, he was already repeating my order to the barista as he ordered his. I have never been so embarrassed before, but his voice was velvety smooth, although a bit raspy. Oh, I could’ve listened to him talk all day long. He placed his left hand on my shoulder cautiously He probably thought I was dumb or mute or something, but as his palm landed on my shoulder, I took a quick glance at his hand then looked up at him.

“I um, overheard you mumbling under your breath earlier waiting for your drink. Everything, ok?” He took a couple of napkins to hand them to me so I could try and save my shirt. It was Friday, and I was thankful for the casual dress code at work.

“Oh yeah, that. Sorry, I didn’t really realize I was talking out loud,” Thanks, now I really feel embarrassed. I thought to myself as I looked down, still trying to fix my shirt. “Great, I have a meeting in 45 minutes. This will really go well with the introduction.” I chuckled as if there was nothing wrong.

I didn’t notice that he had gotten our drinks and had walked me over to a corner table. He pulled a chair out for me as I sat down, relentlessly trying to dry up the spilt drink. How he managed to walk away unscathed, nothing getting on him, was beyond belief. It was like he was a god or something, invincible to accidents. My mind couldn’t stop racing as I looked him over. He was gorgeous as fuck.

He sat down next to me with his palm on the bottom of my elbow, grabbing my attention. “I’m Jensen, by the way.”

I didn’t see the wink he gave me because my head was down a bit, but there was that voice again. I looked up at him with a smile. “I’m {Y/N}, nice to meet you.” I finally accepted defeat, losing the battle with my shirt and giving up. I’d come up with some kind of a crazy impromptu tale of what happened. Maybe I could even be dramatic and pray they’d go easy on me. I sighed as I glanced up at his face.

“So {Y/N}, what had you so upset that you were planning a murder earlier?” he chuckled a bit.

My face turned red, how much of my conversation did he hear? Oh lord. “I um,” I paused a bit with a hard swallow, “you heard all that?” I made a face like I had gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

“Pretty much. Seemed like you were pretty upset.” He took a sip of his coffee.

Damn him, he could even make drinking coffee look hot. I shook my head. “It’s been a bad day, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be bored with my crazy story.” I sat back in my seat and took a drink of my vanilla bean frap. Oh, the wonderful taste of it slid down my throat, cooling the fire raging within.

He raised his eyebrow at me. “Try me, I got time. Besides, from the sound of it, you need someone to listen to you.” He winked at me, and my body once again wanted to turn to jello. Who was this man? Why did he want to listen to me? I was just another nothing person trying to make it in this crazy ass world. Scratch that, I wasn’t anything but a shell of a human being.

I just wanted to crawl under the table and die. This man was so unbelievably, amazingly hot. I’d never had a guy this hot, this sexy, pay attention to me. I knew I wasn’t actually worth the trouble, or at least, I didn’t feel like I was, but there he was, asking me to tell him all about how Kali had ruined my morning. I knew this had to be some sort of dream.

“Well, it’s a long story, but have you ever felt like you’ve been cheated and not wanted in a company? They suddenly changed the rules on you and miraculously, you didn’t get a memo about it?” I asked.

He thought for a moment. “Actually, yes I have. In my line of work, that happens all the time. Things get settled and then suddenly a change comes into effect, even if it’s at the last moment. It’s aggravating, really.”

“I know, right?” I was talking with my hands, I guess he noticed because he slowly put his hands over mine. It was a nervous habit. “Well, I work with that company over there,” I pointed to it showing him through the window in front of us. “Sheppard, Pellegrino, and Singer, Advertising Agency for five years now. It’s been great, wonderful even. I work Monday through Friday, 8:30 am to 5 pm, with an hour lunch break.” I paused, I knew I had a meeting to get to, glancing at my watch.

“What happened? From what I heard you were pretty upset.” He sat back and crossed one leg over the other.

I tried not to look at the way his limbs moved. “Well, we had a ‘no seniority, no one is better than anyone else’ sort of thing going on in our company for the last five years, which worked out great. No one complained about raises or salaries. Kali, one of my coworkers, somehow managed to snake her way in and got a raise - a very good one too. Normally, I wouldn’t be upset. But if they went by seniority, she would have been below me. So it took me by surprise, to say the least.” I watched as Kali walked out of the building smiling, throwing her purse over her shoulder and looking for a cab. Jensen’s eyes followed mine after he noticed my squinting.

“I take it that’s her,” he nodded with his chin.

I let out a huff, “Yeah miss beautiful. miss perfect, miss all around smiling bitch who takes things from under your nose and throws them in your face. Yeah, that’s her.” He must have heard me grumble out loud because he laughed a deep, throaty laugh.

I smiled, glad to know someone was on my side for once. I looked at my watch. “Crap,” I stood up, my legs knocking against the table, almost spilling his drink in his lap. He grabbed it just in time. “I’m going to be late for my meeting. I’m sure you have a lot to do and thank you so much for talking me down.” We both were standing now.

He took my hand in his. The electricity that flew through my veins was... wow. I had never felt that before, and even though I have dated a couple of times, nothing had ever sparked with just a touch like that. Who was this man?

“Um, you said you had a meeting right?” he interrupted my thoughts.

“Yeah, I do. Don’t worry, I’ll figure all of this out. Again, I’m really sorry for bumping into you.”

“I’m not, in fact, you made my day.” He winked as he took his jacket off, then took me over to the side where no one was. He placed his jacket on the chair by us, then took his top shirt off and handed it to me. “I can’t have a beautiful girl be thrown to the wolves with a coffee stain on her shirt.”

“Oh no, I can’t.” I shook my head and tried to stop him from giving it to me, but he insisted.

“No, it’s ok. I promise.” He helped me put it on over my other one, covering the stain.

I smiled up at him, nearly in tears. No one had ever helped me like that, and it was very nice of him. “Thank you, seriously you didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s ok, I wanted to. Have a better day, ok?” He bent down and kissed my forehead, and with a blink of an eye, he was gone.

Did that really just happen? Who was that guy? All I got was his first name - Jensen. I knew I needed to know more about this mystery person. His shirt smelled like him, and his smile was the best thing I had ever seen. God help me...

#Unexptected surprise #jensen ackles x reader #Starbucks #spilt drink #cuteness

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magmasliveblogs · 5 years ago

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1.03 R

ok yeah until the fall comes and with it my better internet i just cant keep anything close to a consistent schedule with this! ill just do two whenever i can until fall. to recap: last chapter we learned more about runners, and that we met perusa, who is frankly a character that is written to be as hated as any extremely snooty highschool clicue leader ie: extremely

Some days were odd days. Some days you ran, and some days you found yourself in another world with nothing but an iPhone and the clothes on your back. Some days you made ice cream.

But it was a rare day that Ryoka found herself making ice cream in a noble woman’s house, surrounded by maids, in a kitchen that could have rivaled any cooking show’s setup for expense and expensive things.

She felt out of place in the spotless room, handling the equivalent of stainless steel cooking utensils. Ryoka was still barefoot, and she was painfully conscious of how her feet were dirtying the flawless floor tiling. Not that Lady Magnolia seemed to mind.

The beaming lady of the mansion hovered around Ryoka, excitedly showing her the contents of the amply-stocked kitchen. She opened pantry doors and revealed shelf after shelf of exotic ingredients that Ryoka half-recognized. Sugar, okay, that made sense. But red sugar? Harvested from the desert? And that was normal compared to delicacies like Wyvern meat.

“Nasty stuff. I tried it once but couldn’t bear the taste of it. It’s very healthy, or so I’m told but…”

Lady Magnolia indicated the purplish haunch sitting on a plate on a shelf. Ryoka stared at the glistening meat and silently wondered what it did taste like.

The oddness of the kitchen wasn’t that it was so grand, or had so many equivalents to modern cooking equipment. No, it was that most of the food storage in the kitchen consisted of shelves of food left out in the open. And even in the pantry, items like milk, butter, and even fresh vegetables had been neatly stockpiled away without any kind of refrigeration.

There was no helping it. Ryoka had to ask. She cut off Lady Magnolia as the other woman began talking about a strange jello that looked like it was moving.

magnolia is rich, of course she can afford all of this stuff

“Doesn’t all this rot?”

Magnolia glanced at the shelves of uncovered food while the maids following her gave Ryoka silent glares.

“This? I shouldn’t think so. I paid for the best preservation spells and I have an [Enchanter] come by every year or so to make sure the runes are holding. My chefs are quite pleased with all the space, which I do need for all the delightful treats I order.”

Ryoka stared at the tiny etched runes on the side of each cupboard. Preservation runes? Well, that was handy. She wondered just how expensive they were.

“Not too expensive, at least for the quality of work done. Mages charge very affordable prices. I gather most inns and some of the larger shops use such runes quite often.”

Lady Magnolia smiled as Ryoka’s head shot up and the younger woman looked at her.

“Not mind reading my dear. Just an educated guess and a few skills. I’m sure you’ve heard it said that it is a frivolous class, but [Ladies] have a few useful tricks in social situations.”

“Mm.”

“Oh, you are quite taciturn, aren’t you? I’ve met dragons more forthcoming, but very well. Let us make this ice cream! How shall we begin?”

Magnolia waited excitedly as Ryoka looked around the room and tried to remember all of the ingredients. It had been a long time since Ryoka made ice cream. She’d almost forgotten how, but as a child—

“We need some salt too. A pinch of it. And vanilla.”

“Of course. Ressa?”

The head maid nodded and directed her maids to the appropriate shelves. She paused as one maid brought her a bundle of wrapped vanilla bean stalks.

“They are quite expensive, milady.”

Lady Magnolia pshed and waved at Ressa impatiently.

“Oh, nonsense, Ressa, don’t be a spoilsport. I’m minded to give Ryoka anything she wants if she can make this ice cream.”

“One stalk is fine.”

Ryoka accepted the dry, stick-like piece of vanilla from the glowering maid and broke it open. She sniffed at the strong smell and began extracting the beans from within.

“Now we need to heat the milk, salt, and sugar together in a pot. Got a big one?”

Lady Magnolia clapped her hands together as Ressa glowered and found a large, polished pot and set it over one of the kitchen stoves.

“Oh, I see! You’re making a custard! How delightful!”

Silently, Ryoka mixed the ingredients together and created a creamy, off-white custard in the pot. She poked at it with her spoon and decided it was thick enough for ice cream. What next? Oh, right.

“…Crap.”

This time Ryoka’s language nearly earned her a slap on the back of the head. Ressa’s hand twitched, and a small vein began to throb on her forehead.

“What’s wrong?”

“I might not be able to make this after all. I forgot something.”

Lady Magnolia looked dismayed. She peered into the pot.

“It looks perfectly fine to me, but—is there an ingredient missing?”

Ryoka shook her head. She gestured at the pot.

“We need to freeze this. Or rather, we need to freeze it slowly while stirring.”

That was a big problem. For all this world had things like preservation spells, Ryoka was sure they hadn’t invented freezers or air-conditioning. But to her surprise Lady Magnolia laughed and put her hand over her ample bosom in relief.

“Oh, is that all?”

Magnolia waved an airy hand. She turned to another one of her maids.

“Yvony, would you be a dear and send a message to the Mage’s Guild? Tell them I need an [Elementalist] mage capable of using basic ice magic.”

Bemused, Ryoka watched as Yvony, a fair-haired maid with fairer complexion bowed and quickly trotted out of the room.

“Is she going to run there?”

Lady Magnolia chuckled politely and the other maids smiled.

“We are not all as fleet-footed as you Runners. No, she’s just here to bring me—ah, thank you Yvony.”

The maid had returned with a small, blue book covered in gold latticework on the cover. Lady Magnolia opened it and showed Ryoka the blank pages as Yvony unscrewed an ink pot and dipped a quill in it.

“If you will observe, this is a magical book. One of two, in fact. Whenever one writes on one page, the other book immediately copies over the same writing. It’s quite the ingenious way of talking without needing to cast a [Telepathy] or [Far Chat] spell each time.”

while those spells never appear again, i hesitate to call them non canon because magnolia uses the same sort of affects later

She handed the book to Yvony as the maid wrote a few brisk, short lines on the paper. The book glowed once, and then the light faded from the pages. Magnolia clapped her hands together and turned to Ryoka.

“And now we wait. A mage should be along in a matter of minutes. The Mage’s Guild is quite prompt at responding, and happily they are located only a few streets away. Shall we retire for a cup of tea?”

Given her choice, Ryoka would have refused, but the thing about a request made by a lady is that it is not really a request. In short order she found herself sitting and sipping from a hot cup of tea and trying not to make a face.

Her heritage as a Japanese-American said that she should at least appreciate good tea, as Ryoka had Japanese grandparents who insisted she try the stuff. But her American roots and personality insisted coffee was the only way to live. Sadly, she hadn’t encountered that beverage yet so she pretended to drink her tea while Magnolia chattered away.

“I must say, I have been absolutely dying to know what it is that makes you run, Miss Ryoka. If I may confess—I’m not asking you solely out of pure interest as well. I have a teensy bet going on with some other ladies in my gossip circle about it.”

Ryoka paused. She was used to attention for running barefoot, but this was the first time she’d ever been bet on.

“Really?”

“Why, haven’t you realized what a splash you’ve made? The tale of a new Runner with exotic features appearing in the middle of a crowded street suddenly is quite the story, and that’s not even with you becoming the fastest Runner in the area. People are wondering why you run barefoot. Is it part of a special class? Or is it a secret?”

“No secret.”

Magnolia waited, but the young woman sitting across from her said nothing more. She cleared her throat politely.

“Then—would you mind telling me? I would simply love to know.”

Lady Magnolia leaned forwards over her tea eagerly. Even the maids were quietly listening as they bustled around the drawing room performing menial and unneeded tasks.

Ryoka shrugged.

“I just like running barefoot. I hate shoes.”

Her audience blinked at her. Ryoka shrugged. There wasn’t much more to say. She eyed the maids as they shifted and exchanged glances behind their mistress’s back. Idly, Ryoka wondered how much gossiping they did when they were done with work.

Silence followed Ryoka’s answer, which was then broken by laughter. Lady Magnolia chuckled, and then laughed quietly. It wasn’t boisterous or uncontrolled; like everything else about her, it was polite and refined. But it was genuine.

“You, my dear Ryoka Griffin, are the most delightful young lady I have ever met!”

She lifted her cup and a waiting maid filled it with the dark brown tea that Ryoka was trying not to ingest.

“A simple answer, but not from a simple person. I suppose our little gossip circle will have to annul the bet. How interesting. Well then, now that my curiosity has been assuaged, shall we play a game while we wait for our mage to arrive?”

Ryoka paused. She glanced at Magnolia’s face and frowned.

“…What sort of game?”

“Oh please Ryoka my dear. Don’t be so suspicious. I don’t intend to pry—well, I do, but I won’t force you to say anything you truly don’t wish. I simply propose a game of guessing. I play it all the time with friends for dirty secrets and intrigue. You may ask one question of me, and I in turn shall ask a question which I hope you will answer truthfully. Does that sound fair?”

Ryoka shrugged. Magnolia smiled wider.

“Well then, since I have asked you about your bare feet, why don’t you start with a question.”

Reluctantly, Ryoka pondered. She looked down at her tea, up at the ceiling, around at the maids, and then at Magnolia. At last, she shrugged.

“I can’t think of a question.”

Magnolia’s face fell.

“Not even one? Aren’t you curious about something? I have a veritable wealth of gossip and actual knowledge at my disposal.”

Again, Ryoka shrugged. It wasn’t that she couldn’t think of a million questions to ask, but she really didn’t want to ask Magnolia said questions. And she enjoyed the older woman’s discomfort.

“…Not really. Why don’t you ask a question?”

Although she was clearly disappointed, Lady Magnolia rallied in an instant.

“Well then, I would dearly love to know where you come from Miss Ryoka Griffin. Let me see. Are you, by any chance, a native of the northern continent?”

Ryoka raised an eyebrow.

“Which one?”

Magnolia’s face went blank.

“Which one? Well I suppose—the main one. Unless you mean one of the islands is a continent? No—I am referring to the human continent, Terandia. Are you from there by any chance?”

“Nope.”

“Well, well. In that case, are you from the east? The Isles of Minos house a small human population. Or perhaps you are an islander? In the archipelagos there are many exotic peoples with features not unlike yours.”

Ryoka shook her head. She was learning a lot.

“Never been there.”

Magnolia pursed her lips.

“My instincts are completely off. Fine then. I wouldn’t guess it, but—the frozen archipelago? Or perhaps the untamed wilds of this continent?”

“No, and no.”

“Well, are you from the southern lands? I can’t imagine how, but perhaps you grew up among the Gnoll tribes or among the Drake settlements?”

“Nope.”

Ryoka smiled. Magnolia eyed her with a slight frown.

“I merely ask as clarification—you did not grow up among the Antinium, perhaps? They have several Colonies to the south and one unique Colony in the city of Liscor.”

Again, Ryoka shook her head. Magnolia tapped her spoon against her tea cup in vexation.

“Very well. But if you aren’t from one of the main continents…aha! You grew up in Wistram, the isle of mages! Or—or in the mountains among Dwarves? Far-fetched, but perhaps…you lived on the sea as a child?”

“All wrong.”

Ryoka grinned. Around her the maids looked suspicious, as if they suspected her of lying to their mistress. But Magnolia gazed at Ryoka with a frown. She opened her mouth, but at that moment a firm but polite knock echoed from the front door.

ooo all these interesting places! also, it seems ryoka is very secretive

Reluctantly, Magnolia turned her gaze away from Ryoka. She put down her tea cup and swept to her feet.

“Hm. Well, let us not keep our mage waiting.”

Ryoka was already up, and she followed Lady Magnolia to the front door. Because she was standing behind her, she didn’t see the deep frown Magnolia wore on her face before she turned it into a smile as she welcomed the ice mage into her home.

yay ice mage!

Ice cream. It tasted sweet, was hopefully cold, and apparently, was about as addictive as hardcore drugs to those who’d never had it before.

She hadn’t been too sure about her recipe, but at Lady Magnolia’s insistence, Ryoka had filled a huge pot with custard. After the mage had arrived and the ice cream had been successfully churned into the frozen treat with a few hiccups, Lady Magnolia, her maids, and even the mage had joined Ryoka in eating the ice cream.

As a result, the big pot was now empty and Ryoka’s stomach was not happy with her. The mage had left just half an hour ago, clutching at his stomach and head. He still had a blissful smile on his face, though.

To Ryoka’s surprise, the mage had been quite interested in making ice cream. Perhaps that was just his personality, but it was also probably due to Magnolia’s infectious enthusiasm. She’d had a maid taking notes of Ryoka’s every action as she’d figured out how to mix the ice cream properly.

Well, that was fine in the end because it meant that Ryoka didn’t have to explain how to make the ice cream twice. And now that the ice cream was eaten, Ryoka could finally leave. She was at the final stage of that process—trying to shake off Lady Magnolia at the door.

“I still can’t believe you won’t take at least some token for teaching me this delightful recipe.”

Ryoka shrugged as Lady Magnolia fussed around her. The almost-lethal amounts of sugar the older woman had imbibed didn’t seem to be slowing her down like the other maids and Ryoka. Even Ressa, the faithful head maid looked slightly ill after coming down from the sugar high and realizing how much she’d eaten, but Magnolia was as energetic and bright as ever.

With a sigh, Lady Magnolia gave up on the issue, much to Ryoka’s relief. She’d refused all suggestions of payment. It felt wrong, especially for ice cream. At last, Magnolia had given up the argument and Ryoka was finally about to leave.

curse you ryoka and your lack of greed in this moment! you dont have the benefits of levels so you should take all the help you can get!

“Won’t you at least take some of your delightful ice cream with you? We happen to have several baskets enchanted with preservation spells. I would be most happy to make a gift of one to you.”

Ryoka hesitated as the maid named Ressa coughed and muttered about the expense. That was tempting. Not the ice cream—but a magical basket sounded extremely useful. But again…

“…No. I’m fine, thanks.”

Lady Magnolia sighed, but she made no further arguments, much to Ryoka and her head maid’s relief. Ryoka finished stretching out the leg that had fallen asleep and then moved to open the door. Ressa intercepted her and held the door open politely. Her hands were gloved. Apparently, that made a big difference to what she could touch and Ryoka couldn’t.

Time to run. But Ryoka turned at the door and nodded to Lady Magnolia.

“Thanks.”

“On the contrary, it is I who should thank you Miss Ryoka. But if I might have one last question before you go?”

Ryoka reluctantly paused at the door as Ressa closed it in her face. She turned slightly and glanced at Magnolia.

“Do you, in fact, come from any place in this world?”

Silence. Ryoka’s face didn’t change, but Magnolia smiled.

“I hope you will accept more requests from me in the future. I would so love to chat.”

Ryoka was gone before Magnolia finished speaking.

magnolia has figured it out! she has figured it out! *warning sirens blare*

Lady Magnolia watched Ryoka jog and then transition into a slow run as she reached the end of the street.

“My, but she is quick.”

Behind her Magnolia sensed but did not see her maid Ressa nod her head in silent agreement. One of the perks of being a [Lady] was the ability to detect far more than her posture or physical limitations indicated. It also allowed Lady Magnolia to exhibit a certain degree of poise at all times, no matter how much her stomach might be hurting.

But these were lesser concerns, and so Magnolia banished them from her mind. Her eyes followed Ryoka as the Runner vanished around the corner and tapped her lips. Then she turned to her maid.

“Ressa, please contact the Mage’s Guild and let them know I request a spell cast upon my person tonight.”

Ressa bobbed a curtsy.

“Very good, milady. Which spell do you require?”

“Hm. The long distance speaking spell. I forget exactly what the name of the spell is. They are familiar with the one.”

Ressa paused. She bowed her head.

“Begging your lady’s pardon…”

“Go on, Ressa.”

“That particular spell is—quite expensive, milady. Would a lesser spell of communication not suffice?”

“No, I’m afraid not. The spell is expensive, but it is also worth the cost of secrecy and privacy. I appreciate your concern dear Ressa, but nevertheless. Make the request.”

“Yes, milady.”

it seems magnolia will share this info with at least one person

I have to slow down after I get a few streets away from Magnolia’s house. I put my hand on my stomach and try not to throw up.

“Woog.”

Ice cream is not good for my body, especially if I have to run. I feel like I’ve got a rock in my stomach. And yet, it might have been worth it. If only it hadn’t been vanilla*, life might have been perfect.

*If I have to eat ice cream, it’s got to be mint chocolate chip. Vanilla is just vanilla. But I love mint. And peppermint. And spearmint. I…really wish I had some gum.

As I slowly walk and then transitioned back into a slow jog I think about Magnolia, or as I now know her, the scariest person I’ve met in this world. Apparently, someone with her class can practically read minds, or at least tell how I’m feeling. That is not a comforting thought.

Jeez. She nearly figured out where I came from in a few minutes. What a terrifyingly scary lady.

It might be wrong to think, but when I first met her I thought she was just another plump social butterfly without a thought in the world. But…that’s what she wants people to assume about her. The real Magnolia is sharp and intelligent. Remember that next time you visit her.

…Which won’t be for a while. I know there’s going to be hell to pay if Persua has her way, and besides, now I have a good reason not to visit Magnolia in the future.

“Right. No Magnolia deliveries for a while.”

But with that said, I will be doing research on her. I’ll just bet Garia knows something about her—how Magnolia got her wealth, if she was married, etc. Know your enemy, right? Well, Magnolia isn’t my enemy, and I’d like to keep her that way.

…Garia. Her name triggers a thought in my mind as I run down another street. It’s getting empty this late in the day, but I see another Street Runner disappear the instant I turn down the street. Garia. Oh. Oh yeah.

Tomorrow I have to do that delivery with Garia. That will be a pain. Not just because we’ve got to carry fifty pounds on our backs, but because she’s going to talk to me the entire time. Which is fine. It’s a normal, human thing to do. It’s just a pain in the ass.

Well, I promised so that’s that. Forget about it, but don’t actually forget about it. At least I won’t have to stick around the Runner’s Guild too long waiting for another job.

I wonder whether there will be any consequences for making ice cream. What a ridiculous thought but…let’s explore that. Hm.

It probably wasn’t a good idea to share the recipe, but it got Magnolia off my back about where I came from. But what does it mean to spread that kind of information?

Well…if I had to guess, it would mean that the poor person who invented ice cream isn’t going to be as rich as she or he hopes. But it also might mean a revolution of sorts within the city. Ice cream is exceptionally possible, and thanks to magic, easy to make even in this day and age.

Does that mean I might soon see it on the streets? But no—unless you have a mage on standby, ice cream isn’t easy to keep. I guess the nobility will enjoy it for the most part until someone revolutionizes the ice box or fridge. That’s the way it goes, right? Trickle-down, just like how the ice cream cone melts.

I get that far in my reasoning when I notice the other runners. They appear from behind me and from other streets in a huge crowd. Ten—no, twenty Street Runners appear out of nowhere and surround me. It’s so sudden that I don’t think of running away before they’re all around me.

oh no

What the hell is going on? Suddenly, I’m running in a crowd and they’re jostling and forcing me to run at their speed. I recognize a few of them from the guild, but why are they here? Well, whatever they’re doing it’s aimed at me. I try to push out of the crowd, but they’re packed too tightly.

“Get away.”

They ignore me. Well, of course they do. I try to shove my way left, but when I do they bunch up and ram into me. Hard.

“You annoying—”

Okay, no more nice girl, not that there ever was one to begin with. I stop suddenly, and trip up two of the runners behind me. It turns out to be a mistake, because they trip and fall and their shoes kick into my feet and ankles as they go down.

“Damn it.”

Gyaaaaaaah! That really hurt! But now I’m free. I really want to check my feet and see if their stupid shoes ripped any skin, but something’s up. I turn and run left even as the pack of Street Runners turns to follow me.

They shove me left, onto a smaller street. At this point I’m really starting to get annoyed. I could get nastier, but if it comes down to a fight against this many people they’d kick the crap out of me. No, screw it. I can lose these idiots the instant I get out of the city gates. I’ll go to Remendia and if more of them show up there I’ll talk to the City Watch. Or the Runner’s Guild.

All I have to do is break free of the group. And that’s easy and hard at the same time. The easy part is grabbing one runner by the shoulder and shoving her hard so she smacks into a wall. The hard part’s going to be when they start trying to hit me.

But they don’t. All at once the pack of Street Runners in front of me breaks up. Another three steps and I’ll be in the clear. Why the hell would they—

I see it too late. A foot’s there to trip me up, and though I try to jump over it, it catches me and down I go.

Ow. All the air goes out of me. Okay, damn. But they’re gone. That means—

Rumbling. I feel it in the ground and look up too late. A heavy cart pulled by a large mule thunders at me down the small street.

Oh. Of course.

I roll, and see a familiar sallow face grinning at me as the other Runners disappear into alleys. Get up. Get up!

The cart barrels down towards me as I scramble to my feet. I dodge left, but then something slams into me. It feels like I just hit a patch of solid air. Magic. Down I go, winded.

I look up and see the massive wheels crunching down the road towards me. So quick. And I’m lying right in its way.

Oh. Yeah. I’d almost forgotten what I hate about the world. Sometimes I forget, but I’m always reminded in time. What I hate about the world is—

People.

For once I’m too slow.

Snap.

that ending snap is italisized and blood red on the website btw

thats the end of the chapter! is this connected to perusa? what bone did ryoka break?

see you next post! which i cant make today due to said bad internet

#chrono

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