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maple-the-awesome · 10 months

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When Another Finds Out About His Crush Part 1/3

Part 2 || Part 3

Pairings: Four, Hyrule, Legend x GN Reader

Overview: What happens when someone else in the Chain finds out about his feelings towards you?

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How is it that today has been so peaceful? Seriously, when was the last time the group got a chance to breathe for a second, let alone actually take a moment to enjoy themselves like normal Hylians who don't have to constantly deal with the weight of the world upon their shoulders?

Maybe it's because of the last battle which left most of them pretty battered - too battered to dive head first back into another hoard of monsters right away. Perhaps the Old Man finally got tired of their constant whining and bickering which had grown in volume over the course of the last few days, leading him to pacify them with a quick break. It's probably a combination of those two things, but whatever the true reasoning for this blessing, Four plans to enjoy it - at least he's trying his best to.

He won't complain. It's nice getting to sit here in the sun, enjoying its warm beams that pair sweetly with the cool breeze that carries itself up from the spring where the majority of his traveling partners currently splash around, their joyful cheers making all sound right with the world. Of course, this scene of an early summer would be so much better if not broken every few seconds by Four's sneezing.

His nose is probably red and eyes possibly a bit puffy, but he tries not to care. He's too focused - too distracted with the many thoughts running through his head to begin fussing over some mild allergies.

'Loop over that...Now tie here...'

'Maybe we should've chosen different flowers -'

'- No. We can't admit defeat to a stupid flower. We're seeing this through, damn it!'

'I wasn't suggesting that we give up. Only that we reevaluate our clearly flawed plan. This field is filled with flowers. We can take our pick.'

'Ooo, I like the poppies over there! Let's use those!'

'No! Poppies aren't good enough. Must I remind you why we're using daisies in the first place?!'

Four sighs heavily, his hands collapsing to his lap. The tangled flowers resting in his touch are a pathetic excuse for a 'craft'. If anything, they look no different from flowers that have been tugged from the ground then tossed around in a bag for a few shakes. It's rather shameful considering how long the minish took to teach him the careful art of weaving flower stems together. Are some watching him now, shaking their heads in confusion as to how someone can be struggling to this extent? Of course, it would be easier if he switched to practically any flower other than daisies, but he's committed to seeing this through as is, no changes.

Four's harsh thoughts only break away temporarily when noticing the wolf that saunters through the meadow towards him, likely chased away from the cold shadows that have begun casting over his former resting place closer to the spring. Over here in the sun it’s much warmer, so there’s no surprise when the wolf invites himself to sit next to Four, giving a curious look to the flowers on his lap that asks the question without words being needed.

"I'm trying to make a crown," Four answers, lifting the string of stems up with one finger to let the wolf get a closer look which he does by leaning forward and taking a sniff. To him, the craft is impressive, looking far more detailed and put together compared to the flower crowns he's personally made with the children of his village, although it's clear that the Smith is having trouble accepting his own talent by the way he leans his cheek against the palm of his hand with a huff.

"Normally I can make them pretty quickly with fewer mistakes or tears in the stems and petals, but today I just can't get it right. No matter how many times I attempt one, it never looks good enough," Four explains further, his words drawing Wolfie's eyes to the several drafted flower crowns abandoned off to the hero's side. Then suddenly, the wolf's attention is drawn back to Four with a start when he sneezes loudly.

Sniffing, he gives the slightly startled animal a pitiful look, "...Oh, and it doesn't help that I'm allergic to daisies..."

Wolfie tilts his head to the patch of poppies growing no more than two feet away from them.

"No, I can't...Daisies are easiest to make flower crowns with. They, um, have longer stems."

Woflie tilts his head further, showing doubt over Four's claim, yet in this form, it's not like he can truly call him out. All he can do is make himself comfortable, lying down among the tall grass where he can bare witness to the poor smith's torture as he goes back to weaving flowers into a circle, the only interruption to the silence between them being his repetitive sneezes and eventually a pair of footsteps approaching from the spring.

"Hey, we're missing you down at the water! Whatcha doing all the way up here by your lonesome?" It's no surprise that you're wearing a smile - Alright, it might've been a surprise a few hours ago when all you did was scowl or pout about your aching feet, but ever since Time allowed the group a break, you've been nothing but smiles and rainbows, a look Four prefers on you due to how contagious your enjoy never fails to be.

Immediately upon looking up, a smile pulls at his own lips and all of his muddled thoughts wash away into one. Even his voice is light as a feather without giving you any hint to his prior irritation; a complete contrast to how he had been seconds ago when Wolfie first joined him, "I'm not the biggest swimmer and even if I were, that scream Sky gave when jumping in was enough to convince me of my decision to stay up here."

"Yeah, it's ice water, but hey, anything beats sore feet at this point," You place your hands on your hips with a chuckle, sparing a quick glance back at the rest of the boys before your attention returns to Four, "Making flower crowns, I see?"

He nods, fiddling with the one in his hand which he seems to stare at for some time (truly it was only a few seconds for anyone except himself) before he holds the craft up towards you, "...I thought you'd like one."

"Really? For me?" The bashful smile he wears is easily missed as you awe over the flowers, delicately running your fingers over each petal. Like Wolfie, you see none of the flaws Four concerns himself with. Instead, you see a beautiful collection of near perfect daisies (only a few petals missing here and there) all weaved together in a strong pattern that keeps them from falling apart, "Oh, this is incredible…Wow, you truly are a talent to behold, aren’t you Smithy?"

He officially blushes, rubbing the back of his head with a wide smile he tries to maintain, "I can't take all the credit. I learned from the minish."

"You're too modest," You shake your head in mock annoyance, although the delight in your eyes never fades as you look over the flowers some more, "You know, daisies are actually my favorite, too."

"You don't say," Four picks at the petals on his lap, trying to act as casual as possible, "What a coincidence..."

You open your mouth to say something else, however you don't get the chance when a shout is suddenly heard from the spring followed by a loud splash. Four would've been curious to see what the commotion was, but he's currently in too much of a daze to follow where Wolfie and you look. Surely it's not that important judging on your calm sigh anyways.

"Aaand I'm pretty sure that's the sound of Vet drowning the Captain. Seeing as I would like Time to keep giving us breaks in the future, I should probably go handle everything before he comes back," As disappointed as Four is to hear you’ll be leaving him so soon, he forgets all about that feeling when you place your flower crown on top of his head, your hands hovering there as you give him a gentle smile. He could’ve sworn he even felt your breath blow against his face given your close proximity, but maybe that was just the optimistic side of him, "Keep this safe for me, please? I’d hate for your hard work to get ruined."

"Uhhh...Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'll protect it with my life."

"Thanks. Now if you two will excuse me…" After patting Wolfie’s head goodbye and winking to them both, you race back down to the spring, shouting something to the other boys with a fierce tone that is the exact opposite to how sweetly you always speak to Four. He might've had a little nerve to either fear you or admire your anger (which can be kinda hot), although he merely sighs lovingly in distracted thought he only leaves when happening to catch that knowing stare Wolfie is giving him in the corner of his eyes. Now, wolf or not, Four can once again understand exactly what that type of smug look means without words.

Pushing Wolfie away halfheartedly, he huffs, "Don't say anything and we'll be even."

"Do you think you could teach me how to cook this dish?"

Pour Four nearly chokes on his own spit when the question meets his ears. Teach Hyrule to cook? Now he knows all of his fellow heroes come equipped with many talents, but surely there's a line to be drawn!

Of course, Wild has a much milder reaction to this 'challenge', in fact, he's actually happy to be granted something to do seeing as he's been grounded to camp after his latest 'stunt', as Twilight referred to it. So, raising his attention up from the supplies he’s been taking inventory of, he glances over the wobbly handwriting on the paper that Hyrule holds out towards him, the Traveler trying not to look either too hopeful or too nervous.

"...I mean, I'm willing to teach you to cook, but are you sure you want this recipe? It’s not intended for beginners...Not to mention we might not have all the ingredients..." Taking the paper into his own hands and whispering to himself in thought distracts him from Hyrule's gulp, "We might be better off trying something else -"

"- No!" Hyrule bites his lip when Four and Wild's gazes jump to him, clearly surprised by his tone. Shifting on his feet, Hyrule tries to clear his throat as a poor attempt at acting 'natural', "I, uh, would really like to try this recipe. It sounded pretty good when the baker explained it, plus we've been traveling for so long and it's not everyday that we get to try something like it - Oh! And I already have all the ingredients. 'bought them in the last town we went to."

Hyrule hopes he isn’t coming off as too pushy or, in the worst case scenario, desperate. This plan is nerve wracking as it is, thus the last thing he needs is anyone asking questions, after all, he already had a close call when you caught him leaving that bakery during your stay in town.

When you saw him leave without buying anything, you assumed he was being rupee-cautious and offered to buy him something sweet if that was what his heart desired. You’re kind like that, always keeping an eye on him and doing your best to hype him up as being just as worthy of the hero’s title as everyone else. That’s why he couldn’t possibly have told you then that you’re what his heart desires most. No, that would’ve been too weird and cliche, even he knows that. You deserve a better confession (whenever he finds the courage for that), but in the meantime, he can at least show you his gratitude through gifts which is why he currently stands here mentally praying for Wild’s help; he’s his only hope at this point!

The Champion looks inside the pouch Hyrule had quite literally tossed at him, the Smith also sneaking a peek from over his shoulder. Comparing the written ingredients to those in the pouch, they confirm that everything is there (surprisingly no weird foods that Hyrule somehow manages to find).

"...Well, the Traveler's right about one thing: we don't usually get a chance to eat sweets on the road, not to mention everyone's been a bit stressed since our last battle. Maybe a treat would be a good way to lift spirits," Four suggests, although the words feel as if they must be pushed through his teeth. Already, his stomach tosses and turns in memory of the last 'dish' Hyrule made which resulted in seven of the ten heroes getting food poisoning and Hyrule receiving a permanent ban from the kitchen ever since.

Wild hums in thought then, to Hyrule's joy, nods and hands him back the recipe, "Alright. Let's get started."

Thinking back to it now, the request seemed so easy to him. Unlike the others who usually see their lives flash before their eyes at the thought of Hyrule's cooking, Wild has actually enjoyed most of his meals including the one that made nearly everyone sick, his only complaint being the need for less salt (a critique that was drowned by out Wind's over the top gagging). With that said, he saw no issue with helping the Traveler complete the desired recipe, however it's always possible for someone to come around to reason, it just took a lot of smoke and heaving, but come around nevertheless.

One minute everything was cooking as it should with a wonderful aroma filling the camp. All Wild did was turn his back. It was only seconds - that's it, seconds - before the cooking pot exploded into a puff of smoke and sparks. Since then, it's been utter havoc which is normally the word everyone else uses whenever Wild and Hyrule get paired, but today, Wild's admitting it himself. Is this usually how stressed Twilight feels?! If so, then he's sorry! He doesn't have time to actually apologize and will most likely forget by the time he sees his mentor again, but dear Hylia, he's sorry!

It's by the grace of the goddesses that no one comes running back to camp to find the scene that would await them if they did: Wild and Hyrule working together to frantically stomp out the flames before they reach any supplies or burn down the entire forest. Even then, evidence of their crimes remains in the form of charred grass and the coat of soot that covers Hyrule's face, stretching his bangs to the sky as his eyes carry a certain daze to them. Maybe now that he's literally had his work blow in his face, he can finally admit that his cooking might not be the best in the group's.

"What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Hyrule meets Wild's shout, however he soon falters and pokes his fingers together innocently with a mumble, "...I thought you said that monster parts can give dishes effects..."

“Yeah, some…” Wild's face drops, his eyes wide with realization yet he still finds himself asking with a hint of fear to his voice, "What did you add?"

"..."

"Please don't tell me..."

"...Red chuchu jelly..."

"Dear Hylia!"

"I was curious to see what effect it would have!"

“It blows up! That’s the effect it has!”

"Do I even want to know what's going on here?"

Oh Goddesses, please kill him now...Hyrule had hoped if anyone, it would be the Old Man or maybe even the Captain who came running back to scold them, but you? Oh, you’re the last person he wanted to see this!

To be fair, you still aren't as bad as one of the stricter adults who would’ve immediately accessed the situation and started handing out punishments. Instead, you plan to let them plead their case. Actually, you don't even look that angry, mainly confused and tired as you stand at the edge of camp, arms crossed with an expression that's anything except amused (probably because you had the unfortunate fate of being one of the seven who got food poisoning from Hyrule's last ‘cooking’ attempt).

Before either boy can begin explaining themselves, you sniff the air and immediately scrunch your nose as a reaction to the awful smell that burns it. Hyrule swears you even gag, although it's hard to tell because of how fast you shoot a hand up to cover the whole lower part of your face.

"What in Hylia's name were you trying to make? It smells like bokoblin guts!"

Hyrule shrinks even further into his embarrassment, "...It was supposed to be a fruit cake..."

"A fruit cake?"

"Hyrule wanted to learn how to cook and had the recipe for one. It just...didn't go as planned," Wild rubs the back of his neck, sparing a pitiful glance at the smoldering gunk that sticks to the cooking pot. It'll be a pain to clean later, that's for sure.

"Obviously,” You roll your eyes followed by a frown as you look to the cooking pot yourself with more sympathy than pity, "...But it’s a shame. I love fruit cake."

Wild blinks, his eyes shifting from you to Hyrule as the gears inside his head begin to turn. Meanwhile Hyrule tries to clear away the soot from his face with a quick drag of his sleeve, however he only makes matters worse by smearing it, "I'm sorry. I really wanted it to turn out right for you, but…I guess I should’ve just bought a cake at that bakery, huh? …I’m not cut out for cooking myself…”

Your frown remains as does that look of sympathy. Stepping forward, you take your canteen from your hip and dump a little water over the very edge of your cloak. By the time it's properly soaked, you're standing in front of Hyrule and using the cloth to wipe away the scoot from his face. Your attempts are far more successful than his, getting most of the gray off at the cost of your clock taking on the shade itself, not that you show any care.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it some day, 'rule. It's something that requires practice and patience. After all, I'm sure Wild wasn't as good of a cook from the start as he is now.”

"Umm -"

"- Shush."

And with that, Wild immediately puts his hand down with a pout.

"Start out with some simple dishes first, then whenever you get the basic skills of cooking down, I'll teach you how to properly make fruit cake. How about that?"

Hyrule's eyes nearly sparkle at the offer. Sure, Wild is his partner in crime when it comes to getting into unnecessary trouble, however he'd much rather have you as his cooking partner (and maybe his partner in everything else, too, if he can one day get that far). That's likely why he nods too quickly, his bangs still being stuck upright which prevents them from bobbing with the movement for once.

You chuckle at his excitement and go to leave camp to return to whatever you had been doing before, although you do stop to ruffle his hair, reminding him to wash it when he gets a chance (words he doesn't hear because he’s too busy obsessing over the feeling of your hand running through his hair).

"You know -" Hyrule jolts out of his trance, cheeks red at the realization that he had forgotten all about Wild who stands with most his wait shifted to the side, arms crossed and a smirk pulling at his lips, "- Usually when you like someone, the best thing to do is to try not poisoning them."

"I-I wasn't - That's not what I -"

"- We still have some ingredients left over. Let's start from the top," Wild merely shakes off Hyrule’s rambling, something the Traveler is thankful for as he begins to trail after his friend back to the cooking pot, however he stops dead in his tracks when Wild suddenly spins around to point a wooden spoon at him, "BUT, no more adding anything that isn't in the recipe when I turn my back or else I'm warning (Y/n) that they'll have to be doing all the cooking in your relationship…Hylia knows I can’t afford getting in trouble again with Twilight...”

Hyrule gulps and nods more timidly than he had with you, "W-Will do."

This was a mistake and the worst part is that Legend knew it before he even committed to the decision. He knew it would be a bad idea to 'invite' nine others into his home, even if it was to be a temporary trip, yet he opened the doors to mayhem anyway.

He blames his own tiredness, if anything. He didn't really feel like presenting a good argument as to why everyone should remain outside, which would've been especially difficult to pull off given the blazing sun above. No one wanted to just ‘wait outside’, not when their curiosity was overflowing at the thought of all the cool things the Vet must be hiding inside his home. So ever so foolishly, he let them in, underestimating the exact extent of annoyance he'd be instantly cursing himself with.

"Don't touch that!"

"Get away from there!"

"Hey, those are delicate! Put them down!"

"No, I am not playing any music! I'm just here to switch out my weapons. Just - STOP SHIFTING THROUGH MY STUFF! HAVEN’T YOU EVER HEARD OF SOMETHING CALLED ‘PRIVACY’?!"

"...You can borrow that if you want."

Surely some of the heroes snapped their necks by how quickly they turned towards Legend, surprised to hear him speak in a tone not laced with vexation nor raised in a shout. Actually, his words are rather soft - soft for him, at least.

Even you're surprised, although it's not for the same reason as the others. Hearing the Vet's voice behind you, you practically leaped out of your skin and prepared yourself for the same harsh scolding as everyone else has received, so it takes you a second to process what he had really said instead.

You blink once then twice (the rest of the group does, too) before glancing down at the ring you have pinched between your fingers. There's a small chest filled with them in front of you, each somehow different from the other whether that's because of the color of the band or the types of gems decorating them. Of course, you only planned on looking over them with your eyes, not wanting to disrespect Legend's privacy (and not wanting to be shouted at either), but that was before one ring in particular caught your eye. Your interest couldn't be tamed at that point, leading you to pick up the piece of jewelry for closer inspection which lands you in your current situation.

Turning to face Legend, who only boredly glances at the ring in your hand before going back to his own business, you open your mouth to say something - perhaps ask if he's serious because you most definitely misheard, right? He's going to let you borrow something of his? After getting so peeved about everyone else simply touching his stuff? You aim to be safe and confirm permission, yet the question doesn't have a chance to leave your lips before someone else beats you to it:

"What?! How come they get to take something? I wanna ring!" It's Wind and his objection makes sense seeing as he had just been looking over the same jewelry box moments ago only for Legend to swat his hands away. He isn't the only one to see the hypocrisy either.

"Can I borrow this?" Wild asks, holding up a boomerang with a hopeful smile that nearly distracts from the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"No, you can't!" Legend hisses, quick to rip his tornado rod out of Warrior's hands while he's at it much to the Captain's offense.

"Oh come on! What makes (Y/n) so special, eh?!"

"They're responsible," Legend dismisses stubbornly with a wave of his hand as he turns his back to them again. The others merely roll their eyes in annoyance, Warrior mumbling something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'simp' much to Legend's frustration, but before he can bite back, he mostly forgets all about them when you finally get a chance to speak up for yourself.

"You're sure it's no trouble?"

Legends fears he might have stared at you a bit too long - not that you would've noticed seeing as you keep your eyes focused on the ring you fiddle with. Despite how much you try to act neutral as to not get your hopes up, there's a giddy joy to your eyes at the thought of getting to keep this ring even if just for a little while, after all, it's so beautifully crafted and the red rubies attached to the golden band remind you of Legend in a way you'd prefer not to explain in front of everyone else, let alone with him present.

"...Yeah, it's no problem," He looks away quickly, blowing some air which fixes his bangs out of his view. If anyone were to spend more time studying his behavior (Hylia forbid it), they might notice how awfully red his face has suddenly gotten, "...Just don't lose it."

Truthfully, he doesn't care. If it were just the two of you, he'd actually tell you to keep it since he has plenty of rings anyways, not to mention it would give him some peace of mind for you to always have a protection ring handy, but he can't risk saying that here. The others are already questioning him too much and the last thing he needs is either Wild or Warrior picking up on the hint. Maybe he’ll just wait for when you try to return the ring so that he can play it off better by simply pushing it back towards you and giving some excuse like ‘I didn’t even miss it’ or ‘I actually don’t need any more junk now that I think about it’. You wouldn’t suspect a thing then nor would anyone who overhears.

"Thank you! I promise to take really good care of it!" At last, you take no shame in letting your delight show and waste no more time sliding the ring over your finger.

Legend just nods, burning through all of his willpower to not keep stealing glances your way. Fortunately, it doesn't take him much longer to locate the weapons of his desire, allowing him to finally herd everyone out of his house while continuing to deny their requests to borrow some items for themselves. Hyrule is the last straggler, something Legend originally wouldn't have thought much of since the Traveler isn't one to usually cause him trouble, although there's a first time for everything as it would seem.

"Congrats on the engagement," It's such a smug comment to come from someone who looks nothing but innocent as he saunters by, in fact it takes Legend's brain several seconds of spinning before he understands the implication and with it, his confusion instantly melts into a mix of fury and embarrassment (which one is at the head could be anyone's guess).

"T-They asked and I have plenty of rings, so there was no point in me turning them down! It's not an 'engagement'!"

Hyrule merely chuckles in the face of Legend's anger, "Don't worry. I won't say anything."

Legend huffs, taking it upon himself to push Hyrule towards the exit so that he can sooner leave this mess behind, however before he can begin to feel too comfortable, the Traveler speaks up again while casually picking up a gauntlet off the nearby table Legend leads them by, "This is cool.”

Legend glares; a deadly look Hyrule once again meets with too much innocence - mocked innocence, the Vet is now convinced - nothing but an act!

"You know, it would be a shame if someone like Warrior or Wild realized why you only do nice things for (Y/n). If they connect the dots for themselves -"

"- You can borrow it," Legend cuts Hyrule off in a hurry, pushing the gauntlet into his hands while shoving him out the door, "But I want it back in one week, you hear? That's all the time you've bought yourself with, you rat!"

#linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu four x reader #lu hyrule x reader #lu legend x reader #legend of zelda #reader insert #x reader

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celestialbeing2 · 3 months

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daffodils.

a finnick odair x fem!reader story

summary - as the flowers were blooming, so did your anxiety. why? a household slip up. it happens to the best of us. lucky for you, there is only one other person in district four that can calm your nerves.

warnings - not the best grammar, not proofread (fluff!)

maybe it was just you allergies getting the best of you. or was it seasonal depression? no that's not likely. either way a wave of anxiousness had hit you. hard.

it was about that time in district four. the flowers were blooming, and the sky and water were a breathtaking shade of blue. the district filled with vibrant colors. spring made its way. and you weren't here for it.

on these days when you weren't feeling 100%, you would find your designated "comfort spot". it was a small patch just large enough for you to lay down without feeling suffocated. the patch gave you the best view of the sea. it was also surrounded by yellow daffodils. it was all far too amazing for the eyes.

as you made your way over to your patch, your chest felt heavy. thoughts were swirling around in your head and it was extremely hard to process one complete thought. you felt sticky from the sweat beads on your forehead. even though there was a strong breeze that day, you still managed to sweat buckets. the tears rolling down your cheeks could have also played a factor in the stickiness.

you weren't really sure what exactly happened, but the last thing you remember is dropping a vase. not just any vase, it was a family heirloom. before anyone in your home got the chance to figure out the source of the crash, you were out the house. to say you were nervous from the potential outcomes of the accident was a understatement.

as you finally got to your patch and sat down, your focus was on the ocean. the serene waves made you feel slightly better. but hearing the waves crash immediately brought the nervousness back. you tried to redirect your focus on the small insects around you, but the buzzing of the bees made you think of how your ears rung after the crash.

the ocean and the animals were checked off of your fixate list. that left the plants. in front of you was a collection of flowers. bu the daffodils caught your eye the most. some were white, some were yellow, while some were both. you love daffodils. they only bloom once a year, and they only live for a few weeks. so you have to soak in their beauty for as long as you possibly can.

however, the footsteps behind you snapped you back into reality. who could even be out here? no one knows about your little spot. no one besides...

"mr. odair" you said, turning your head around slowly. not ready to meet his sea-green eyes. his stare could be too intense sometimes. nonetheless, you loved it.

"no need to be formal with me, honey" he replied, squeezing his way into your area. you adored the pet-names he gave for you. the way they rolled off of his tongue made you love him more day by day.

once finnick sat down, the silence between the two of you grew louder. you stared at the daffodils on your fingertips, while finnick looked straight ahead at the sea. he has always had a desire to be around the sea. no wonder why hes the best fisher you know.

before you could fill in the silence, he jumped in. "why are you out here? i stopped by our home to see if you were busy but when your mother told me you were gone i was extremely worried. is everything okay?" he said, positioning himself to face you with his classic big doe eyes. this time they were glassy, as if he was about to cry. he truly was worried.

"sorry. i broke something and i just panicked. i thought i was done for. you know how my mom gets sometimes. i just acted impulsively, i didn't mean to hurt you." you answered him. you probably were too focused on finding the rights rather than on him, because he was in a different position, with something in his hands.

his fingers were moving quickly, weaving something together. you couldn't see what it was. his hands are always at work in some way. that wasn't new to you. what was new to you was his sudden vulnerability. he quickly wrapped up making the thing that was in his hands. he held it out to you.

it was the stems of the daffodils in front of you. they were tied into a intricate pattern that resembled a headband. on the side on the band, a white and yellow flower sat on top of it.

"i know you didn't mean to hurt me. you never mean to hurt anyone. i know you. you're selfless and kind. don't take my feelings to heart. i just care about you a lot." he said, averting his gaze to the band. he then placed the band on your head.

"it fits perfectly" he said, fixing the band and smiling to himself. if only he knew how adorable he looked. his smile was large. crescent dimples were indenting his cheeks, and the soft blush over the tips of his ears and cheeks nearly made you melt.

"i..i don't even know what to say" you mumbled, grasping one of his hands. finnick lightly chuckled.

"that's fine, let me do the talking" he said proudly. he then brought your head to his lap and placed it down gently, like it was made out of glass. he didn't live up to his previous statement though. instead of him talking and you listening, you two sat in silence again. like how it was when he first came to your spot.

this silence was more comfortable. finnick and comfort mixed well together.

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stardust-goddess · 7 months

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Covid Sucks

Dean Winchester x Sick! Reader

Summary: Reader has covid and Dean takes care of her.

A/N: The universe might be out to get me or looking out for me by giving me covid the day after my birthday lol. Since I’ve been stuck in bed I decided to write this up. I apologize if it isn’t as good as usual, I’m still not feeling that great. Thank you as always for the support,likes, reblogs, etc. it means so much to me. Enjoy💕

Warnings: Should be mostly fluff. Mentions of being sick and covid.

You really didn’t think anything of it at first. You had always had seasonal allergies, especially when the temperature liked to change from hot to cold and back in the span of days. When you woke up this morning with congestion and a slightly scratchy throat, you chalked it up to just that. You had been in the bunker all day, specifically in the library. You hadn’t been a hunter for as long as the boys have, so you tried your best to research when you could on all the different supernatural creatures out there.

As the day progressed, you started feeling a little worse. By dinner time, you were starting to think that maybe it was more then just allergies. In addition to your congestion and sore throat you now had a headache, body aches, and chills. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms discreetly to try and get some warmth, you knew the boys would notice soon, especially Dean. You and Dean had only been dating for a few months, but he was very attentive and good at reading you. You had always been a little sensitive anyway, having trouble masking your emotions. You were pretty much an open book, and Dean knew you very well. You hated getting sick, and you hated worrying Dean, but you knew that once he noticed there was no trying to hide it.

Eating small bites of your dinner, you are vaguely aware of the conversation the boys are having about a possible hunt. Feeling a little out of it, you don’t realize right away that Sam is trying to get your attention.

“Y/N, you ok?” Sam looks at you confused and a little concerned.

“Sorry, yea must of zoned out. What did you say?” You replied, trying to sound more cheerful. But you knew it was only a matter of time before you were caught. Dean’s eyes zeroed in on you, giving you a once over as you answered Sam’s question. You looked a little paler then usual, the skin not covered by your t-shirt and pants covered in goosebumps. Every now and then you’d give a little sniff that sounded like you were trying to clear your sinuses.

“You feeling alright baby” Dean speaks up, watching you carefully.

You tensed slightly, yup you were caught. But in your foggy headspace you still tried to cover it up.

“Yea my allergies have been bugging me today, but other then that I’m good.”

“Allergies huh?” Dean says in disbelief. He gives you a no nonsense look before leaning over placing his lips on your forehead for a minute before leaning back “Do your allergies usually give you a fever? You’re warm.” Dean said with a look of concern. Slumping in defeat you let out a small sigh that makes your breath catch and causes a cough. Quickly turning away to cough in the crook of your elbow, Deans suspicions are confirmed.

“Ok so I might be getting sick, but I’m sure it’s just a cold or something.”

Standing up Dean takes your hand and helps you stand, before guiding you to the bathroom. Sam following along behind. Dean flicks the light on and has you sit on the closed toilet seat, rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Sam leans up against the door to watch. Grabbing the thermometer Dean turns to you, gesturing for you to open your mouth. You do so and Dean gently places the thermometer under your tongue. Muffled you try to speak.

“Guys I’m sure it’s nothing, really-“

“Baby stop, don’t jostle the thermometer” Dean says, cutting you off and giving you an exasperated look. Pleading with his eyes to let him help you.

Defeated you sit quietly. You knew he was doing all of this because he cared, you just didn’t want to be a bother. Finally hearing the little beep, Dean grabs the thermometer and looks at the digital screen.

“100.5, let’s make sure it doesn’t get any higher.” Turning back to the medicine cabinet, Dean grabs the bottle of ibuprofen. Shaking two in his hand he passes them along to you, grabbing a glass of water for you as well. Crouching down in front of you Dean watches as you take the medicine. When your finished, he moves the glass on the counter for you and then places a hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles.

“What are you feeling right now baby?” Dean hated when you got sick. He was already protective of you, and you being sick increased that feeling tenfold.

Not trying to hide it any longer you reply. “I feel cold, my head and body hurts on and off, I feel congested, and just gross all around.” Raising two of your fingers to your temple when you start to feel the ache come back, you rub at it gently. A slight look of discomfort takes over your face, that doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean. Replacing your hand with his, Dean takes over rubbing before turning to look at Sam in the doorway.

“What do you think Sammy?”

“Sounds like covid to me. The store in town should still be open, I can run and get some tests to make sure.”

Groaning you slump forward pressing your forehead against Dean’s shoulder. “Covid sucks.”You whine. You hated this. Dean holds in a chuckle at your outburst. Even when you were sick you were still adorable.

“Alright, come on let’s get you into bed while we wait for Sammy.”

After getting you settled, Dean sits next to you. Grabbing your hand and running his thumb along your knuckles. Deciding to ask the question that had been on his mind.

“Y/N? Why did you try to hide this? This could’ve ended up being so much worse if left unchecked. You’re health is important and I don’t want anything to happen to you”

You looked at Dean, seeing deep concern in his eyes. “I just hate worrying you and having you take care of me like I’m a child or something. When I woke up this morning I really did think it was my allergies, but I just felt worse as the day went on. I figured I could just handle it on my own. I’m sorry if I made you mad.” You look down at your lap, embarrassed that you tried to lie.

Tilting your chin up so you’re looking back at him, Dean tucks some hair behind your ear that fell forward when you looked down.

“I’m not mad baby, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to hide things from me. I know I’m not the best at that myself, but I’m trying. You are never a bother to me and I don’t want you to have to go through things by yourself. You, your health, and your happiness are my priority. You can tell me anything and everything and I’ll always be there to help you. I love you and I’m not going to be mad or annoyed if you need me.”

You feel your eyes well up at his sweet words. He may not have always expressed it but you knew deep down he was a nurturing person. That was one of many reasons as to why you loved him. He had such a good heart.

Wrapping your arms around him you burrow your head into the crook of his neck. “I love you, Dean. You’re my priority too.” Wrapping his arms around your waist Dean pulls you into his lap, making sure your comfortable. He kisses your temple then places his chin on your head. Holding you close as you continue to wait for Sam.

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After taking a test it was confirmed, you had covid. Dean had already gotten it a few months prior, luckily before you were dating so you were safe back then. Since you were dating now and sharing a room, there was no issue with him being in bed with you and taking care of you. Sam however hadn’t gotten it previously, which meant you were confined to your bedroom. You knew you were going to be bored, but you didn’t want to risk Sam getting sick and knew that this was necessary. Dean had also made it clear that he wasn’t going leave you alone, so at least you had him to keep you company.

Waking up the next morning, you let out a little groan. You felt worse then yesterday. There didn’t seem to be any new symptoms, but you’re current ones felt more intense. Trying to get more comfortable you take note that your by yourself, Dean’s side of the bed cold. He must’ve gotten up before you. Slowly pulling yourself up you lean against the headboard. Cradling your head in your hands and rubbing your forehead to ease the intense ache. Hearing the door open you look up, Dean coming into the room with a tray in his hands. Placing the tray on your night table, Dean takes a seat at the edge of the bed on your side facing you.

“Morning baby, how are you feeling”

“Not great, honestly I feel worse then I did yesterday.”

Frowning a little Dean leans over and grabs the thermometer off the tray he brought in. Taking your temperature you wait for the beep.

“101 still not terrible but hopefully it doesn’t get any higher then that.”

Grabbing the ibuprofen next he gives you another dose to take.

“Are you hungry? I made breakfast.”

“A little bit.” You reply slightly surprised that despite all your symptoms you still had an appetite. Dean takes the tray and puts it on your lap, before standing and rounding the bed to go back to his side. You notice two plates of eggs and toast, one for you and one for him.

“Don’t force yourself to eat it all if you don’t feel up to it, but at least eat a little. Do you need me to help you?”

“I can do it, thank you though.” You reply picking up your fork and starting to eat. Satisfied that your ok, Dean grabs his plate and eats as well. You get through about half of your plate before your feeling full. Taking the tray to move it off the bed, Dean beats you to it.

“I got it, let me clean this up and I’ll be right back.”

Watching Dean leave the room you scoot down a little further into the bed. You don’t want to fully lay down due to your full stomach but don’t want to be fully upright either. Entering the room again Dean gets back in the bed pulling you closer and wrapping his arm around you so you can burrow into his side.

“Comfortable?”

You nod against his chest, relaxing into his embrace further when his hand starts rubbing up and down your back.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You nod again and Dean grabs the remote for the TV. Scrolling through the options and settling on your favorite. Dean keeps the volume a little lower then usual so it wouldn’t make your headache worse. You smile at Deans actions “Thank you Dean, I love you.” Dropping a kiss to your forehead Dean gives you a smile in return.

“I love you too baby, now rest up. I’ve got you.”

Relishing in his warmth you felt content. Yea covid sucked, but Dean would be there to make it better.

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riahlynn101 · 7 months

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Whumptober: "It Should Have Been Me."

Set in the FNAF movie (2023) universe.

Trigger warnings: implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, children in distress, and grief.

Extra -

((Line I discarded, because it didn’t fit the vibe: It towers over Mike, but that's not a surprise, given that everyone tends to tower over him (except Abby, but she’ll get there eventually). ))

(Word count: 1,126)

((Day 6, only 25 more to go!))

Mike remembers the day his little brother disappeared.

He remembers riding in their mom’s car, side-by-side. Garrett still had to use a booster seat, which meant his range of motion was limited. This upset him greatly, as he always wanted to be as close as humanly possible to his big brother.

It was as endearing, as it was annoying to Mike’s twelve-year-old self.

He remembers arriving at the park.

It had been a nice day. Sunny with a little bit of wind.

He remembers racing Garrett to the playground. Mike chased him in circles around the large structure, the smell of mulch in the air. They played until their mom called them over for lunch.

He remembers not feeling very well after lunch. The wind had died down and the heat was slowly getting to him, so he decided to lay down on one of the benches.

He remembers telling his little brother to go play, and perhaps Mike’s tone hadn’t been the most kind, as his head had been killing him. Their mother backed him up, reassuring Garrett that everything was fine.

She fussed over him, asking Mike if he remembered to take his allergy medicine, and if he brought his inhaler.

The answers to both being: yes, his mom never let him leave the house without taking it, and yes, though at that point in his life, Mike hadn’t had an asthma attack since he was ten.

He remembers….being woken suddenly by the sound of screeching tires and his mom’s screams of panic.

The car ride home that night was silent. Blurry in his memory, besides his mom’s caustic side glances towards him. He’s sure no one can read minds, but if he was granted the power to read her’s, Mike would have never left his room again.

He remembers very little else.

The guilt slowly ate away at him. It was almost maddening. His parent’s sorrow made it worse. If he had a time machine. A single wish. A shooting star. Anything.

A chance.

Mike would use it to bring his brother home.

If he had been watching Garrett none of this would have happened. Headache or not, Mike had one job. And the years that followed weren’t kind to him. His mom and dad moved on (as much as they could, given the circumstances), and even had another child, Abby.

And, as much as he adored and loved Abby (and Mike loved her with all his heart, mind, and soul), the feeling of being a complete and utter failure never left. Mixed with the gnawing worry that his little brother suffered terribly following that day, made Mike barely functional.

But eventually, he too, moved on.

His parents died, and Abby needed someone to step-up.

But the guilt never left. It was a constant companion, right by his side, day and night.

He had been doing better. He was getting better.

“It should have been me,” Mike says. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there.”

The animatronic bear in front of him continues to stare impassively. The only sign that it’s listening at all is it’s one working ear twitching ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry I failed you, Garrett. I should have been watching you.”

“Not your fault,” a garbled, almost staticy voice rang out. “Tried your best.” A large paw pats him on the head.

Mike tenses up. After the week he’s had, with all the other animatronics trying to kill him, it would be fair of him to assume this one (possessed by his brother or not) also wants him dead.

“Good big brother. No sorry….forgive you.”

Its words are just barely coherent. He can make out his brother’s voice through the mess of static and the broken module, the thing once called a ‘voice box.’

Mike hasn’t cried in a long time. Not while being chased through the pizzeria. Not in Vanessa’s hospital room. And not even at his parents’ funeral.

The last time he had cried, truly, actually cried was….

He swallows, nodding. No words can express the weight that had just been lifted from his shoulders.

“Never blamed you.”

Unable to stop the tears from flowing, Mike breaks down. It would take years for him to truly process his emotions regarding Garrett’s disappearance, but the fact his little brother never blamed him, soothes Mike’s soul in a way no counseling or therapy session ever could.

“I…miss you. Everyday,” Mike says, stinging, watery eyes staring firmly at the ground. His voice breaks, wavering. “I never stopped looking for you. I wanted you to come home. I…I’m so, so sorry. You deserved better.” He fumbles to find the right words, mind racing.

A paw finds its way to Mike’s head again, giving it a short but firm pat. It rests there. He looks up slowly at the animatronic Fredbear. It tilts its head to the side.

“I…love you.”

Mike gives a wobbly smile. “I love you too. You….you can rest now. The bad man is gone. Abby is safe.”

“Good job?”

“Yes, you did an excellent job. Rest. Mom and dad are waiting for you.”

The suit seems to sputter, powering down. Its one glowing blue eye goes black.

“Goodbye, little brother. I hope to see you again, some day.”

He stumbles outside. It’s lighter now, almost daytime. His mind is a blur, and he wants so badly to sleep.

“Mike!” Abby yells, running over and hugging him tightly. “I was so worried.”

“Everything’s okay, Abbs,” he reassures her, placing a gentle hand on her head.

“Where’s Fredbear?”

Mike sighs, sadly. “Gone.”

Abby sobs, clinging to him harder. “It’s not fair! He was my friend!” She hits his chest and stomach in frustration (which hurts, but he fights down the urge to wince).

“I know,” he murmurs, because he does. Better than anyone else in the world (besides, maybe, Vanessa). “Let it out.”

She screams, pulling away from him. “It hurts, Mike. Why does it hurt so much?”

He bends down to her level. “Because he was your friend. It hurts when someone you love leaves you.”

“But it didn’t hurt this much when mom and dad left.” Tears drip from her eyes, and her bottom lip quivers.

“I wish I had the answer for that. If I could take it all away, I would.” He pauses for a moment, opening his arms. In an instant Abby is once again clinging to him. “I don’t have the answers, but I can assure you I felt the same way about Garret.”

“I wish I could have met him,” she whispers, head resting on his shoulder. “I bet he would have been a great big brother, just like you.”

Mike swallows down his tears. “...yeah, he would’ve been the best.”

#whumptober2023 #No.6 #“It Should Have Been Me.”#mike schmidt #Garrett Schmidt #abby schmidt #golden freddy #cross posted on ao3 #fnaf movie #fnaf #Mike and Garrett #Mike Garrett and Abby are the best siblings!!#i won't take criticism on that #Stuff in this fic is probably going to be proven wrong once the movie comes out #Garrett and Mike are the best big brothers #queue

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Each Black Butler Arc + Valerie Phantomhive

Warnings: Many Black Butler manga spoilers.

(From what I can best remember :’))

Pre-Black Butler Verse:

- Valerie was born in 1872

- Valerie was only 13 years old on the December 10th, 1885 incident.

- Being so busy with her enthusiastic and helping preparations that she had forgotten to get a gift for the twins. It led to her leaving the manor in secret and lost track of time in which when she returned; the manor was already in flames.

- Stayed with the Midford’s for the time being of the month O!Ciel was gone. She was absolutely depressed and devastated throughout that month.

- Was probably the only one that questioned what had happened to the spare. But knew Ciel would definitely not want to talk about or even go into details of what happened so she never asked.

- She assumed the worst had happened to the spare, Valerie loved both equally but was still grateful at least one survived.

General Black Butler Verse:

- Sebastian felt off to her, too good to be true vibe obviously.

- learned how to play the piano by Sebastian within the 3 years.

- Sebastian sometimes makes Ciel while in his violine lessons make the two duet together

(Totally did not think of Omori when I had this idea for Valerie).

- Valerie finding out Ciel named Finny “Finnian” it made her chuckle a bit.

Ciel: Is something funny?

Valerie: No…just the name you picked for our new servant is what I hadn’t expected.

Ciel: Why do I sense some judgment in the name I had picked out for him?

Valerie: Of course not. In fact, I find it sweet. Knowing you bestowed a name for a servant as unique as him after Fionn Cumhaill from Fenian Cycle. It was your favorite, you always read it over, and over again.

While Mey-Rin:

Sebastian: The sniper, is biologically female.

Valerie: …

Valerie: She’s hired.

Ciel: AFTER SHE JUST TRIED TO ASSASSINATE THE BOTH OF US?!

Valerie: YOU DONT UNDERSTAND CIEL WE DO NOT HAVE ANY MAIDS AND SHES PERFECT.

Sebastian: My lady does have a point; but hiring her immediately is not very wise…

Valerie: Then neither of you men understand.

Then, there was Bard:

- Valerie questions how the hell Sebastian managed to find an American man so quickly and how far a travel like that would have been.

Red Butler/Jack the Ripper Arc:

- Liked Charlotte at first but not Grell(e) causing such chaos and mistakes…

- Had to tolerate the mess.

Ciel: “Just why do I have to be your niece?!”

Madam Red: “Because dear, I’ve always wanted another girl!”

Ciel: “You’re kidding! Isn’t one enough?!”

Valerie: “Don’t you dare drag me into this!”

- Violence is never the answer; until someone inappropriately touches Lady Ciel.

- Sebastian had to reassure Valerie that the plan was going smoothly and to follow along.

- Valerie looked up to Madam Red, they both had a great relationship up till her death

- Dislikes the reapers.

Indian Butler Arc

- Someone as strong as Sebastian? That’s possible?

- Enjoys, and is grateful of Prince Soma’s company to Ciel. She believes that Ciel is in denial with their “friendship.”

Book of Circus Arc:

- Missing and brutally murdered women before, now missing children?! The hell is going on in the underworld?!

- Nothing seems too suspicious about this circus; just what are we supposed to look for?

- Valerie: there goes Sebastian putting on a show…say, can I also pet the tiger?

- Ciel: Are you insane?! Absolutely not!

- Valerie: I hate your allergy to cats sometimes Ciel..

- Stage name: ??? (Could not think of one for Valerie 😭)

- Yk that “WHAT?! THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY. TAKE A PICTURE!” Audio?

- That’s how Valerie felt when Ciel was pressured into forcing a smile.

- Valerie: Pft- So… smile…?

- Ciel: Don’t. You. Dare.

- Sebastian chuckling and muffled laughter heard as Ciel struggles TERRIBLY on that tightrope while Valerie’s anxiety has never been so high.

- Freckle face is Doll?!

- But then again Ciel did cross dress in the past so it’s not as strange…

- BUT HER PROOF OF BEING A LADY WAS NOT NECESSARY.

- *The Phantomhive siblings reading a whole lot of information in just one piece of paper*

- Are they a bunch of stalkers?! What kind of obsessive lunatic does this type of behavior?!

- The event in which Vincent Phantomhive took the twins when they were 8 and met Kelvin; 11 year old Valerie felt a gut wrenching unease about him and never understood why.

- Until now.

- Massive disgust, Ciel kill him now.

- Valerie: Pass the pistol Ciel.

- Ciel: Wh-What…?

- Valerie: I SAID PASS THE PISTOL.

(Safe to say Baron Kelvin was not only shot once :3)

(Jk Ciel wanted to be the first to kill him so Valerie didn’t get the chance, but this is a nice imagine)

(Exciting the Kelvin manor: in flames as ordered by Ciel to burn everything).

- Valerie felt terrible towards Doll, but it did not excuse the fact they were kidnapping children and supporting their “father’s” disgusting obsession.

- Doll did attempt to attack first, so if anything…it’ll be reasonable to eliminate what’s left.

Book of Murder Arc

- Learned French has its perks

- The Queens knights? Why would they be over here?

(Don’t remember much from this arc :’))

- Oh? A new servant? His name is Snake?

Book of Atlantic Arc:

- Valerie really thought it was going to be a family holiday but then realized it was another investigation ordered by the queen she was disappointed.

- Valerie pulled Ciel’s ear and scolded him for being cruel and impatient with Lizzie after he forcefully he ripped a layer of Lizzie’s dress. Lizzie did reassure her that it was also her childishness that he had a right to be upset.

- To not make Elizabeth feel lonely with her cute act. Valerie made a promise to Elizabeth when they were children. Both agreeing to wearing low heeled shoes and appearing fragile and weak.

- When on the deck and after Lizzie was knocked out. Valerie and Ciel almost had an argument since Ciel insisted on staying on the ship but promised to return alive and well.

- She hugged him and let him go, telling him not to do anything stupid while she went on the life boat.

- Valerie has faith in Sebastian, he himself reassured her that Ciel will be protected.

Mini-Easter event:

- Stared at Lizzie in shock of her mischievous idea of putting her egg on the top of the damn chandelier

- “Don’t you think that’s a bit unfair…?”

- “No, of course not! I have faith in Ciel and I trust he will win and get my egg!”

(I don’t remember anything in this little event :’) except Charles Grey breaking the window for a dramatic entrance-).

Public School Arc:

- Hearing the idea of going to a pubic school undercover sounded exciting to Valerie until she realized she had to do something about her chest.

- Faking her voice with only few days of practice before heading to the actual school since she as well as going undercover

- Seeing Ciel act like a boy his age felt strange yet reassuring to Valerie

- Valerie: Don’t you believe you’re overworking Sebastian? He’s a professor and he can’t be doing your tasks-

- Ciel: Don’t worry; he’ll be fine

(When Soma pulled up on an elephant)

Valerie: Ciel isn’t that your friend?

Ciel: SHHHHHWHDHDH

(That one second time Ciel had committed arson)

Valerie: Well…would you look at that.

Valerie: You have skills in throwing a lantern through the violet wolf house window from this distance, but don’t have the skill for knife throwing?

Ciel: Darts and knife throwing are two different things, Valerie.

(During cricket idea and strategies)

- Valerie “Laxatives in the meat pies?! Wouldn’t that be-”

- Ciel: “Cheating? Yes. But do you have any other better ideas better than the A to Z?

- Valerie: “You mischievous and cunning yet clever boy…always somehow getting what you want.”

- Valerie: “He reminds me of father honestly.”

(Midnight Tea Party)

- Undertaker being the headmaster was NOT what I had expected…

Emerald Witch Arc:

- Learning German with Ciel was an interesting thing to imagine.

- Seeing him struggle to properly speak and understand Sullivan was amusing to her

(She knew damn well she shouldn’t be laughing because hers was also equally as bad).

- Sullivan grabbing Ciel by the…yk definitely shocked both siblings.

- Valerie questions what the hell these women have been teaching this girl.

- Had the most smug smile on her face seeing Ciel offer a hand to Sullivan and his offer of friendship, he’s finally making friends.

- During the Emerald Witch Arc when Ciel wasn’t really acting as his earl self; she was beside Finny and helping him take care of Ciel (she also cried because it had been so long since she had seen Ciel cry as well as seeing him in such a hurt state).

- When after hearing the idea of Ciel wearing Sullivan’s dress to trick the ladies in the plan of fleeing the village, she was covering her mouth and snickering the entire time.

- Women in tanks?! The hell did they get the war equipment from?!

- Valerie and Elizabeth had the times of their lives teaching Sullivan the ways of a lady.

(For those who remember; Ciel was also dragged into it).

- She secretly adored Sullivan, and was a bit taken back when she had cut her hair till chin length.

Blue Cult Arc:

(FROM WHAT I CAN REMEMBER 😞)

- When Valerie heard Ciel’s idea of creating the Phantomfive, has he officially gone insane?

- Withdrawal of blood plus a music group…putting two and two together it doesn’t sound as bad.

- EDWARD IS APART OF IT? WHAT TYPE OF BRIBERY DID CIEL HAVE TO INCLUDE HIM TOO?

- Oh when aunt Francis finds out she is pulling that boy by the ear for being improper…

- When Valerie found out about R!Ciel, of course she was in denial at first.

- Shamefully also lied Elizabeth’s whereabouts and was helping her actually.

- She didn’t exactly turn her back on O!Ciel instantly. As mentioned before she loved both of her younger brothers equally.

- If Valerie was given more time to critically think, more time to speak to O!Ciel and understand why he would do something like that.

- Maybe things would have been different.

Blue Memory Arc: (just some of Valerie’s memories rather than Ciel’s)

- Did get spanked by Rachel Phantomhive/her mother for sneaking into the kitchen and grabbing dessert for herself and the twins before dinner. Tanaka also probably scolded her.

- Valerie when she was younger always found her mother’s hair to be gorgeous. She didn’t like inheriting the current color from her father…

- “I COULD HAVE HAD MOTHER’S BLOND HAIR?!”

- Valerie was once that little girl that wanted to marry her father, in which when told that logically she could not, little Valerie refused to marry anyone else

- Was going to be in an engagement with Edward Midford but Lizzie and Ciel were already enough.

- her mother and aunt Anne were amazing role models too

- Despite Undertaker’s strange appearance and behavior; Valerie when she was a child wasn’t too frightened since he cares about all the Phantomhive’s and was friendly.

- When O!Ciel was diagnosed with asthma; he had to stay inside most of the time. In which Valerie was also inside due to lessons/tutoring.

- Was very much a victim of Elizabeth’s dress up games even when she was younger.

- Fencing with Lizzie when she was old enough was fun since Lizzie was just as much of a natural prodigy as Valerie. Making their levels equivalent and more of a fun experience.

- (Edward is terrified of both of those girls when together).

- Valerie whenever she could, would spend time with O!Ciel so he wouldn’t feel too lonely. O!Ciel would feel guilty because it would impact her schedule; but she said she would rather spend time with him than those “boring” lessons and tutoring.

(^ It was most likely chess they play, in which O!Ciel would win most of the time).

- Despite her aunt Francis being as equivalently strict with her, Edward, Elizabeth, and Ciel(‘s). It sometimes felt as if she was the strictest with her since she is the current Lady Phantomhive. Valerie is aware that her aunt was the previous Lady Phantomhive.

- Supported ??? idea of creating a toy company and found the idea to be adorable! But Ciel on the other hand didn’t take it very well…after some comforting from Valerie and their mother, the worries slightly went away.

- Daddy’s girl or Mama’s girl? Nuh uh she was both.

- O!Ciel and R!Ciel (when they were kids) when not clinging onto their mother or father, would cling onto their older sister.

- Days when mother, father, and Sirius were alive…it felt more lively…

- I was happy…yet…why am I not know after finding out something so major?

- Am I that terrible of an older sister?

Blue Revenge Arc:

ERROR…ERROR…

Where did the Lady Phantomhive go…?

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mudora · 1 year

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Sad story time: Subject, my kitty Lily. I adopted Lilly in 2020 from a local shelter. It was prime covid time, and I was only able to see her picture and see her on video calls with the foster parent before I was able to take her home. Siamese and a bit of house cat within. Her blues eyes are just so big and filled with curiosity. She warmed up pretty quickly to the house and me. I was so excited to have her here. My very own adopted cat. I made sure to get everything she needed, and asked all the right questions. I was the perfect house for her, in my mind. No children, nice and quiet, and I was so ready to just make her life happy, comfortable, and very ready to bring her on as a new member of the family. Shortly after her arrival, however - about three months, to be exact - she began to exhibit weird signs. Twitchy skin near her back. Licking the back area compulsively, wagging her tail in irritation, and seeing things that weren’t there. At first I attributed this to extreme separation anxiety. My vet agreed. We tried everything to make her more comfortable, but the standard things that worked for other cats were not working for her. She began to pee habitually in my basement living room, and in other areas I frequented - mostly where her litterbox was. I was dumbfounded. We checked for urinary tract infections. Bladder problems. Thyroid issues, overweight possibilities. These were many vet visits over two years of trying to understand what the hell was happening with my cat. Naturally, she wasn’t always running scared or trying to bite my legs off. On good days she would be the most comfortable cat I’ve seen, happily sitting in my lap and purring, playing with toys, and just being her beautiful self that I knew her to be. She was protective of me, and loved to monopolize my company. My perfect nap buddy (she still is). Finally, after two years, my best friend linked me an article to FHS: Feline hyperesthesia syndrome (FHS) has also been called rolling skin syndrome and twitchy cat disease. FHS generally involves muscle contractions that your cat cannot control, along with changes in behavior. It’s very broad, and poorly understood. I thought that I had an answer to my cat’s woes. Gabapentin has literally been the only way to alleviate her symptoms. And so many things could be the probably cause. I know she doesn’t have allergies. So its highly possible its psychological in nature. Which requires a very. very expensive pet visit that I no longer have a job to pay for. Due to her urination, it has caused a lot of damage to the newly finished basement that was competed in 2019 (and where I live). I’ve been given until the end of march to somehow fix this. And chances are, if I don’t find a permanent solution, I would have to put her to sleep due to the nature of her symptoms. I can’t trust another adoptive family with this cat. She is not a normal cat, and needs heightened help. Help that I’m so willing to give, but I do not own the house I live in. I love her so much. I don’t want to let her go anywhere. I want her to feel safe, and loved, and wanted. I just don’t think until the end of march is enough time to really figure out what she needs. I’m just... very sad. And upset at myself. Could I had prevented this from happening in some way? Could I have done more? Will she somehow pivot from a habit she’s formed and has done for two years in counting? I don’t know. If anyone has advice or ideas, I’d love to know. Or if you have an FHS cat that is comfortable... I need something. My area is just... not really an area with an abundance of cat behaviorists and vets that can come to the house. I just want her to have the chance to be the happiest cat there is. And I don’t have a lot of time left. And I hate it.

#real life things #reality #cat #FHS cat #help #cathelp

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Soooooo idk if you’ve already done this type of ask buuutttt M3+Rime being parents! The absolute softness of it alll!!!! My cheeks hurt from smiling about the thought it!!!!

Yeah I can combine these

GN!Reader, everyone has daddy issues so that'll be interesting, love the modifier than Lucan and Balsam are the stinky godfathers

Felix Escellun

Have an honorary and legally required shout-out to this post by my friend @sweet-milky-tea705 (go give it some love)

Anyways whether you guys have a normal kid or an Amogus baby, Felix is nervous!! It's not like he had the best father figures growing up (much as he loves Florian, he has to admit the man was,, not,,, the best possible dad,,,,, though obviously leaps and bounds better than Escell). But once he holds that lil' baby in his arms and looks through it's shield visor all of those worries vanish.

Momentarily.

They come back thirty minutes later but that's not the point.

He was gonna ask Scylla to be the godmother but I... really... don't think she'd want to. Nor do I think she'd be emotionally equipped for that. So the honor promptly gets passed to Anisa.

...how..... how horrible would it be of him to ask Rime to be the godfather? He doesn't trust Sage so... man...... that's a rough one.......

Anyways Felix as a dad would be so cute!

Tries to teach them magic ofc. Instead of bedtime stories, he reads them passages from his various textbooks. Will go on long-winded rants while the baby just looks up at him like 'o-o'

Or like

If the kid makes mud pies then Felix will eat them (but get sicks afterwards. Now feels bad for all the times he made Florian eat his mud pies).

Spoils them with toys and outfits and games and anything else they want.

Probably is not the best at discipline. He doesn't wanna risk being too mean, y'know? Especially after everything with Escell.

Child's room has taxidermy animals in it. Felix says it's cute, like they're 'guarding' the kid or something.

Always indulges the kid's infinite questions. If he doesn't know the answer then he'll help the kid find it, either through research or experimentation.

Your kid ends up being tutored by Felix himself, so by the time they do get into the school system (private school presumably) they're several years ahead of the curve.

That's how your kid knows how to fix the wires in Electrical

Anisa Anka

If the spawn is biologically Anisa's then she's the most terrified out of everyone. She doesn't want her evil LoS blood infecting the little thing!!!

But when she sees how adorable they are, it's hard to imagine they could ever be evil. So that helps.

Anisa loves cuddling your kid. She always has them in her arms or on her hip.

When they're old enough to handle solid foods and more complex spices and stuff like that, she absolutely takes them out to the food market. Makes sure to be careful with allergies and doesn't let them eat enough to risk getting sick. You specifically told her not to let the kid spoil their dinner - actually you specifically told her not to spoil either of their dinners - but lo and behold once evening comes they're both too full to eat anything else.

If your kid is a baby then they constantly chew on Anisa's hair, skirt, ribbon, etc. And she just lets them.

A kid is picking on your kid and you have to hold Anisa back from committing a war crime. She is just,, really,,, really protective over them.

Tucks them into bed,, tells them stories about knights and royalty and fearsome dragons where good always triumphs over evil.

Wears matching outfits with them. Sorry not sorry.

For your birthday, they make you breakfast in bed! It doesn't go well but the effort is there.

Ayanna officially becomes a gilf. No further comment.

Saaros and Azimuth bringing toys and candies from Rivath!!

Sage Lesath

Okay so in Chapter 2 Sage mentions that his grandfather on his mother's side was nicknamed 'The Wolf' or whatever on account of his temper and my point is that that means Sage did know at least some of his bio family. So I ask you all, what do we think happened there?? Afaik we don't have a canon answer. And as far as I know we never hear anything about his father's side of the family, so I have to believe he probably had no idea who his dad was.

Which makes him stick to your side even more after your child is born/acquired. He doesn't want the kid having the same questions.

As expected he's also very protective of both of you.

If the kid is an ilephta or a half-ilephta, Sage makes sure they get enough play time and deals with any late-night zoomies.

Auntie Tulsi!!! Hand-makes toys herself. Sings a lot of the same lullabies that Sage used to sing for her. All very soft and sweet.

(Stinky) Uncles Lucan and Balsam! They take your kid out for day trips or overnight so that you and Sage can go on date nights and whatever. Love telling them stories about the dumb shit Sage has done in the past. Lets them cuss if they're old enough. I think they're both actually really good with kids! Lucan is like the excitable fun uncle and Balsam is the responsible in-charge uncle. Balsam gets his horns nommed on a lot. They both love your kid dearly and would go to the ends of the Earth to protect them.

There's a parade or something and Sage puts them on his shoulders so they can see.

SAGE TAKING A CAT NAP AND THE KID COMES OVER AND LAYS DOWN WITH HIM AND THEY'RE SNOOZING IN A SUNBEAM.

s o f t

Rime Varela

We run into the same question, who would Rime pick as a godmother/godfather? Maybe Anisa to be the godmother because I think they were close (and it's not like he has friends anymore) but,,,, would,,,,,,,, would Felix be the godfather? That seems really awkward. I dunno. Think about that.

You start calling the kid Bambi. Rime doesn't really get it, especially when you grab him by the shoulders and tell him not to get shot by a hunter.

Rime frequently watches your kid sleep. Just kinda thinking about his life, how he got to where he's at and how thankful he is for it. Appreciating the good things. Living, I guess.

Is very anxious about your kid finding out about his cultist background but also kinda realizes it's inevitable. He's at least hoping it won't come up until they're old enough to maybe understand.

Hopefully understand.

If you guys are near Sage, Rime will conjure up a snowball and tell his kid to throw it at him. And what is Sage gonna do? He can't get mad at a kid. He glares at Rime but that's about it. Always very nice to your kid tho

Sorry but it'd be hilarious if over time that backfires and now your kid loves playing with Sage and calls him Uncle and Rime is just stewing.

Sings the kid to sleep. If they have nightmares then he's always there to chase the monsters away.

His horns also get nommed on a lot

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skylarsin7 · 11 months

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Chapter 4: A Shot in the Dark

Morning light filtered in through the grimy windows, birdsong waking Eddie from possibly the best sleep he’s had since this all started. Maybe even in years. His eyes fluttered open and he found himself tangled in a web of cabernet silk, Lily’s sleeping face not inches from his own. For a moment, he was struck motionless, unable to tear his gaze away from her. The sunlight fell in shards behind her, giving her an aura, a halo of sorts. She really did look like an angel. His Angel. The thought came unbidden and he shook his head. She wasn’t his. Not even remotely. He had no right to even entertain that thought. They were friends, albeit close friends, and despite the wild stirrings of his heart when he was near her, he couldn't just assume she felt the same way about him. Regardless of the fact that she had driven cross country to find him.

Distantly, he could hear a car door slam shut. Panic gripped him in its icy fist. “Lily, wake up.” He said quietly, an urgency in his voice that had her springing to alertness. “What is it?” She asked, eyes wide, gaze flicking to the window. “I heard something. A car door.” He replied, climbing out of the boat and, gripping his broken bottle, peered out the window. “Shit, I don’t see anything…” He murmured. Lily tensed, coiling to spring.

The door opened without preamble, clanging as it went, making them both jump. Eddie brandished his broken bottle and Lily brought up an oar like a bat. “Whoa, whoa!” Dustin called, his hands up. “We surrender!” Robin said, a little too bright and sarcastic for so early in the morning. “Delivery service." Dustin added, holding up some grocery bags. Eddie relaxed slowly. Steve waved from the door and Lily rolled her eyes. “Warn somebody before barging in, yeah?” She hissed. “Announce your presence or something.” Her heart was gradually slowing, but the ebbing of the rush of adrenaline left her feeling light-headed and dizzy. “Sorry.” Came the collective response. Max stepped closer to her, holding up her own bag. “We brought you some toiletries. Toothbrush, hairbrush, some scrunchies…” Lily took the bag from her, smiling softly. “Thank you. I promise I’m not always this grumpy, you guys just really startled us.” She explained. Max shrugged. Steve cast her the side eye. “He didn’t try anything with you, right Lily?” He said, his gaze sliding to Eddie. Lily fit her tiny fists into the curve of her hips. Eddie nearly smiled at how cute she looked. “So what if he did? Would you scar these poor innocent kids with something they shouldn’t be seeing?” She challenged. He didn’t answer, his jaw hanging agape at her. She rolled her eyes. “No Steve, we were asleep until about five minutes ago.” She explained. She caught Eddie’s wicked grin as she shook her head.

“Anyway, we have good news and bad news. How would you prefer it?” Dustin asked, handing Eddie one of the grocery bags. Eddie immediately tore into the box of Honeycomb cereal, and cracked open a Yoohoo. “Bad news first, always.” He said through a mouthful of cereal. Dustin handed the other bag to Lily and when she opened it, it was all she could do not to heave. Apples and peanut butter. It would be a very long time before the very thought of apples and peanut butter wouldn't have panic making her nauseous. Her stomach revolted violently and she set the bag down. Max cocked her head, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “Allergies.” Lily mouthed, offering a smile she knew wouldn’t reach her eyes. Max’s face clearly stated that she didn’t believe her, but she didn’t press.

“All right, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD Dispatch with our Cerebro, and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re, uh, pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” Dustin tried to deliver the news gently, but it was like sledgehammers on Eddie’s ears. “Like, one hundred percent convinced.” Max added, as if there had been any doubt. Eddie sighed. “And the good news?” He asked cautiously. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to hear this. “Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin offered. “But if we found out about you, then it’s only a matter of time before others do as well. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother will be gunning for you.” She didn’t bother to sugarcoat it. “Hunt the Freak, right?” Eddie said darkly, his voice breaking a little. “Exactly.” Robin answered without emotion. “Shit.” The word was barely a whisper, but was heavy with loathing and disdain.

“So before that happens, we find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.” Dustin said brightly, trying in vain to lighten the mood. “That’s all Dustin, that’s all?” Eddie replied sarcastically, his tone clearly indicating that Dustin’s attempt failed. “Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.” Dustin didn’t seem to catch on to Eddie’s sarcasm or chose to ignore it. “Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds completely delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before.” Robin explained. “You see, we usually rely on this girl who has super powers, but those went bye-bye so…” Steve’s words sounded even more delusional than Dustin’s and Lily was beginning to believe that he was all brawn. That there was empty space beneath his mass of hair. Lily wanted to scream. Every moment they stood around, was a moment closer to the cops finding Eddie, and with them being no closer to proving his innocence… She shuddered. She didn’t want to think about that.

Robin continued without acknowledging Steve’s interjection. “So technically, we are more in the…” Several voices finished that sentence at once. “Kinda. Brainstorming stage.” Eddie was glancing back and forth between all members of the group, and Lily could see his frustration building rapidly. Dustin seemed to pick up on his frustration. “There…there’s nothing to worry about….really.” He said, trying in vain to be reassuring. Eddie's expression shifted to incredulousness, his eyebrows raising in a “really?” gesture. Steve scoffed at the younger boy, rolling his eyes a little, but didn’t have anything further to add.

The sound of sirens drew their attention and the entire group turned, in unison, to the door. “Shit…” Steve breathed. “Tarp.” Robin demanded, casting wide eyes at Eddie. He ducked into the boat, throwing the tarp over his head. The others made their way to the window, watching as a half dozen police cruisers zoomed right by Rick’s house, screaming down the street. Lily only relaxed when none of them stopped and the sound faded into nothing. “What the hell is going on?” Max asked. Steve shook his head. “There’s only one way to find out.” He replied. “I’m going with you. I want to help.” Lily insisted.

“That may not be a good idea, Lil.” Dustin advised. She rounded on him, her eyes glittering dangerously. Surprisingly, he didn’t flinch. “Did you happen to drive a 1972 Dodge Monaco to Hawkins?” He asked carefully. Lily’s heart sank, but she nodded. “Then the police have found it. So far they are not sure who owns it, but it was found abandoned in a parking lot. It’s only a matter of time before they find out who owns it and if your parents reported it missing, and you with it…” He trailed off, but Lily understood. “Then they will be looking for me too.” She said quietly, sighing. “But I can’t just sit here on my hands and do nothing. Eddie needs all the help he can get right now. He is innocent.” She insisted. She could feel rather than see Eddie’s intense dark gaze on her. She refused to look at him for fear of what she would see in his eyes. She wasn’t sure if he reciprocated her feelings and she didn’t want to make a bad situation worse. Steve placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Listen, the best thing you can do for him now is be safe. The pair of you are wanted in some way or another and the last thing any of us need is for either of you to get caught. We will keep you posted on the situation.” Lily shrugged him off. She was really starting to tire of his parental attitude. She wasn't a child. “I’m. Going. With. You.” She growled. He was silent for several beats before he sighed heavily, sounding very resigned. “Alright fine, but you have got to do something about that hair of yours. It draws too much attention.” He told her, gesturing to her wild mess of curls.

As they pulled up to where the police cruisers were parked, Lily hunkered down a little in her seat. She had pulled her wild hair back into somewhat of a neat braid, but tiny curls still poked out from the plait. “Is that…” Steve began, his eyes wide. “Nancy…” Dustin finished for him. The group got out of the car, horror struck by the scene. Lily’s stomach turned over as she caught a glimpse of the wreckage in the center of the road. Bones jutted out at odd angles, purplish bruises spread like spiderwebs beneath too pale skin. The body was male, his mouth hanging open in broken terror, his eye sockets bloody and empty. It was just as Eddie had described. What had happened to Chrissy. Despite her raging jealousy, Lily couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of sorrow and pity for the girl, and hoped that she hadn’t felt it as she died. A thin girl stood with two officers, her arms crossed over her chest as if she was cold. Lily assumed that this was Nancy, and by the way Steve was looking at her, she could tell that he, perhaps at one time, or maybe even now, had strong feelings for her.

Nancy’s eyes met his and softened, her expression bordering tears as she finished answering the officer’s questions. After a few moments, they let her go. She stepped over to them, trying in vain to keep her composure. “Fred Benson. He was on the newspaper team with me.” She explained without preamble. Steve offered her a soft smile, but its light didn’t reach his eyes either. “Climb in.” He said quietly. She crossed to the passenger side, sliding into the middle between Robin and Steve. She kept her eyes forward as everyone else climbed in, and Steve made a u-turn.

They returned to the trailer park at Nancy’s insistence, as she had left her car there. Caution tape roped one of the trailers off and Lily assumed that one belonged to Eddie and his uncle. Wayne, if she remembered correctly. Nancy cleared her throat, catching Lily's attention. "Who are you?" She asked. Her voice was sharp, but not angry. Lily could see the fear and worry in her eyes. "My name is Lily. I'm one of Eddie's friends." She offered Nancy a soft smile that the girl struggled to return. “Come sit down Nance, we’ve got a lot to go over.” Steve said gently, gesturing for her to sit at one of the picnic tables. She hesitated for only a moment before complying. Dustin gave her the rundown, explaining their theory on Vecna, and what they had to do to clear Eddie’s name. Lily’s gaze kept wandering to the roped off trailer, her heart leaping as she spied movement inside. She rose without a word, but no one seemed to notice as she stepped away, drawn to the trailer by a force she did not understand. She made it to the door as it came open, a weathered man in his late forties standing before her. He was balding, and what hair he did have was going grey. Likely, Lily guessed, by the stress he was under.

“Mr. Munson…” She said softly. He looked nothing like his nephew, but from everything Eddie had told her about his quietly stern Uncle, this had to be Wayne. His grey-blue eyes locked on hers, suspicion clear on his face. “Do we know each other?” He asked, his voice a low growl. “I’m Lily, Eddie’s friend.” She replied, offering him what she hoped was a bright smile. “My nephew is innocent.” Wayne told her, every syllable edged in razor sharp determination. She nodded. “I know he is. I wanted to let you know that. I know he never would have done this. It’s just not in him.” Her own voice was just as steely. He managed to return her smile, his gaze softening a fraction. “Good to know he still has friends that will stand by him.” Wayne’s voice was quiet, and he glanced away as his eyes filled with tears. “I hope, wherever he is, he is safe.” Lily wasn’t sure if he was still speaking to her or to himself. “Eddie is resourceful. And smarter than anyone gives him credit for.” She replied. Wayne eyed her a moment. “You seem to know a lot about him, but I don’t believe we have ever met.” He said, the suspicion creeping back into his voice. “I’ve only just arrived in Hawkins. Eddie and I have been speaking with one another over the walkie system he has in his room.” She explained. It sounded so lame when she said it out loud. But Wayne didn’t seem to notice. “I see. Well, if you see him, tell him…tell him to be safe..” He told her as he brushed past. She nodded but was sure he didn’t see her.

“Hey Lil! Come on, we’re leaving!” Dustin called. The group rose from the picnic table, and headed for the car. Lily jogged over to join them. Nancy broke away from the group, heading for her own vehicle parked nearby. “Nance, where are you going?” Steve asked, pulling to a stop. She turned to face him, somewhat reluctantly. “Oh, there’s just something I wanna check on first.” Her voice was stiff, and it seemed to Lily that she was being intentionally vague. Dustin, ever the sharp observer, seemed to pick up on her hesitation.

“Something you maybe want to share with the rest of the class?” He asked. Nancy shook her head. “I don’t want to waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.” She explained. “Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind?” Steve asked incredulously, approaching her. “Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it’s too dangerous. You need….you need someone to…” He broke off, as if suddenly aware that they were not alone. Lily almost smiled. This was a softer side of Steve she hadn’t seen yet. Maybe he did have a heart in there somewhere. Nancy stared at him, her face clearly saying that she was going to do as she pleased regardless of his protests. Steve turned, tossing his keys to Robin.

“Here. I’ll stick with Nance. You guys take the car and check out the shrink.” He said as he turned back to Nancy. “I don’t think you want me driving your car.” Robin advised. Steve stopped. “Why?” He asked. “Because I don’t have a license.” She replied. “Why don’t you have a license?” Steve seemed flabbergasted by that notion. “Because I’m…poor.” Robin replied sarcastically. “I can drive.” Max piped up. Steve shook his head violently. “No, no! Never again, please. Anybody but you, no.” Dustin gave him a pleading look. “No, no chance.” Steve replied.

“All right, okay. This is stupid.” Robin announced before Lily could pipe up that she in fact, had her driver's license. Robin grabbed a walkie from Dustin’s backpack, handing Steve back his keys as she stepped over to join Nancy. “Us ladies will stick together.” She turned back to face him. “Unless you think we need you to protect us…” She added sarcastically. Steve shook his head, clearly disappointed with the arrangement, but he didn’t argue. Robin gave him a sly smile as she turned away. Nancy offered him a little shrug and followed after Robin. “Be careful!” Steve called after them.

“You just gonna stand there and gawk?” Dustin teased as the girls walked away. “Shut up.” Steve’s voice was edged again, and Lily drew up her guards. She knew how violent guys could get about the girl they liked. She was no stranger to that. “Why don’t we go?” Dustin added, a little giddy. Lily shook her head. Nothing seemed to get that kid down. “Shut up and get in the car!” Steve said impatiently. Lily got in without argument. “Wipe your feet.” Steve demanded as Dustin opened up the passenger door. Sarcastically, Dustin wiped his feet on the carpet. “On the outside, not the inside!” Steve’s voice clearly showed how thin his patience was getting. “Always the babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter!” He bellowed. Lily flinched, shrinking a little in on herself. She didn’t do well with a man yelling. Reminded her too much of her stepfather’s volatile temper. Steve noticed and softened a little.

“Sorry Lily, I didn’t mean…” He began but she cut him off with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It's fine Steve. Just a reflex. Don’t worry about me.” She replied softly. He watched her another moment with softening dark eyes and looked like he was going to say something else, but then thought better of it. He threw the car into gear. No one noticed as they drove away, but the lights inside Eddie’s trailer began flickering on and off, static humming through the air as a crack formed in the ceiling where Chrissy had died.

Eddie paced and paced, and paced. It had been less than an hour since Lily and the others had left, and already, it felt like days. The isolation of his situation practically crushed him as he paced, unable to remain still. He hadn’t felt it so much when Lily had been with him, but now that she was gone…he shuddered. She had driven all that way to Hawkins to find him. Risked the theft of her mother’s car, her wallet, and likely all the money she had because she was worried about him. His heart thudded painfully behind his ribs, a warmth he didn’t recognize filling his chest. She had felt so right lying in his arms, and he wished desperately that she would return and he could hold her again. The thought floored him. Here he was, wanted for the murder of a girl he barely knew, hunted for being considered a freak because he liked D&D and metal music, and all he could concern himself with was holding Lily again. She was a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves. A bright star in the darkness. He shook his head. He really must be going crazy. He wasn’t exactly a fan of Elvis, but the singer had been right about one thing. “Only fools rush in.” But then again, the world never lacked for fools. He just had never considered himself one…until her.

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The neighborhood Steve pulled into was nice, shaded here and there by huge oak trees. Quiet, almost too quiet in Lily’s opinion. The houses reminded her of the ones back in her neighborhood in Philly and she couldn’t suppress a shudder. Steve parked, and Max got out without a word. Lily watched her as she approached the door, taking note of the rigid set to her shoulders. Max did not like this idea, but they were rapidly running out of options. They had to find the connection between Chrissy and Fred so that maybe they could predict the next victim. Lily had to admit, the scene by the trailer park had scared her. Hearing Eddie recount that night had been startling, but to see the aftermath for herself? She shuddered. They had no idea what they were up against. And no idea how to clear Eddie's name.

A middle-aged woman with a dark complexion and a mass of thick black curls answered the door, offering Max a smile and then ushering her inside. “Alright, she’s in.” Steve announced, as if the others had not been paying attention. “I am missing collarbones Steve, not eyes.” Dustin replied sarcastically. Lily said nothing. “So, are we gonna talk about it?” Dustin asked and she knew at once he wasn’t speaking to her. “Huh? Sorry, talk about what?” Steve answered, clearly not paying the younger boy any attention.

“Your temporary insanity earlier today when you basically threw yourself at Nance?” Steve stiffened and Lily winced. She could tell this was going to be a sore subject by that reaction alone. Steve rounded on Dustin, his face a forced but impassive mask. “Okay, first of all, that is not what happened…” Steve began, but Dustin cut him off. “Pretty sure that’s what happened.” He said. It amazed Lily how brazen Dustin was. He had absolutely no fear of the older boy, and seemed to enjoy needling him. “It was pretty public. There were a lot of witnesses. Right, Lil?”

Steve let out a scoff, glancing in the rearview at Lily. She shrugged, but didn’t comment, refusing to take sides. She trained her eyes out the window for emphasis. Steve turned back to Dustin. “Are you implying that I still have a thing for Nance?” He challenged. “No, I am not implying,” Dustin said with conviction, “I’m stating. And, as it relates to your steadfast refusal to date Robin, it’s pretty much the only logical explanation.” His deductions seemed watertight, but Lily could tell in the way that Steve held himself that some glaring and vital facts were missing. “That’s not the only one.” He replied offhandedly, confirming her suspicions. “And as for Nance, I was just trying to protect a friend. A friend, Henderson. Okay?” Dustin nodded, but the smile on his face clearly said he didn’t buy that one bit. Lily didn’t either, if she was being honest. But what did she know about love? Not a damn thing but what she had read in novels and seen in movies. Real life, she was finding out, was a vastly different ball game.

“I just don’t want to find her with her eyes sucked out of her skull by this Vecna creep!” Steve went on. Dustin chuckled, clearly amused by Steve’s almost frantic sputtering. “You are like, bright red in the face right now…” He observed his eyes almost squinting with the size of his grin. “I am not. I don’t wanna talk about it. Look, I’ll punch you so hard your teeth fall back out.” He warned. Lily flinched. Even she knew that was taking things a little too far. Dustin froze. “Dude, too far.” He confirmed. Steve winced, realizing his mistake. “Not cool, sorry.” He apologized, his expression softening. Dustin nodded, and the pair fistbumped. Lily shook her head. She would never understand the dynamics between boys.

Max drew their attention as she flew to the side of the car, scrambling inside. “What did she say?” Dustin asked as she closed the door. “Nothing, just drive.” Max replied, curt and breathless. “Nothing?” Steve asked. “Steve, drive!” She demanded, stealing glances back out the window. Steve threw the car into gear, and stamped on the gas. The car lurched forward, tires squealing as they tore down the road.

As they made their way to the other side of Hawkins, at Max’s insistence, one of Dustin’s walkies buzzed to life, static crackling through the car. “Dustin, it’s Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin.” Dustin’s brow wrinkled in confused surprise, and he dug the contraption from his backpack. “Lucas, where the hell have you been?” Dustin asked hurriedly. “Just listen.” Lucas began, not answering Dustin’s question. “Are you guys looking for Eddie?” The question had Lily perking up in her seat. “We found him, no thanks to you.” Dustin replied with disdain. “You found him?” Lucas asked, his voice desperate for confirmation. “A boathouse on Coal Mill Road. Don’t worry, he’s safe.” Dustin reassured him. “You guys know he killed Chrissy, right?” Lucas asked flatly. Lily growled low in her throat, gripping Dustin’s seat with her nails. She was about to snatch the walkie away when Dustin beat her to it. “That’s bullshit. Eddie tried to save Chrissy.” He explained. “Then why do all the cops say he did it?” Lucas clearly wasn’t buying it. Max snatched the walkie away.

“Lucas, you are so behind it’s ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school, we’ll explain everything then.” She said impatiently. “I-I can’t. I think some real bad shit’s about to go down.” Max shook her head. “What are you talking about? What bad shit?” She demanded. A muffled call of “Sinclair!” followed by a click of disconnection was their only answer. “Lucas? Lucas!” Max called, but there was only static. Lily had to take deep breaths to keep from losing her considerable temper. She recognized Lucas’ name from the Hellfire photo. He had to be the benchwarmer his sister had filled in for in their last night of campaign. Lily clenched her teeth, locking her growl away behind them. She hoped that he was just behind, and didn’t actually think Eddie to be capable of such violence.

It was getting dark by the time they made it into Hawkins and into the school. For the second time in two days, Lily picked the lock. The others watched with varying degrees of fascination and apprehension. “After you…” Lily offered as she stood, ushering the others inside. Her lockpicking kit seemed to be far more useful than she had anticipated. The school had a vastly different vibe in the dark, and Lily had to admit that she found it a little creepy. As they made their way to the shrink’s office, following Max, Dustin’s walkie crackled again.

“Dustin, do you copy?” Robin’s voice sounded a little out of breath. “Yeah, I copy.” He replied. “So, Nancy’s a genius. Vecna’s first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bullseye.” Dustin rolled his eyes despite the fact that Robin could not see him. “Okay, that’s totally bonkers, but I can’t really talk right now…” He said impatiently. “What are you doing?” Robin asked slowly, carefully. Lily could almost picture the look on her face. “Breaking and entering the school to retrieve some confidential and extremely personal files.” Dustin replied in rapid fire. There was a moment of static silence. “Can you repeat that?” Robin’s voice clearly said, ‘please tell me you’re joking.’ Dustin sighed heavily. “Just get your ass over here, stat. We’ll explain when you get here.” He said before packing the walkie away. Lily followed close, unwilling to get lost in this place after dark.

They came up to the office and Max twisted a set of keys into the lock. She must have gotten them from the Shrink’s house, Lily mused. That would explain the redhead's need for a quick escape. Lily filed into the office behind the others, but stopped short just inside the door. Every hair on her body stood on end, as if she had been assaulted by a sudden chill. The others didn’t seem to notice.

“Holy shit…” Max breathed, catching Lily’s attention. “Did you find it?” Steve asked. “Yes, and not just Chrissy’s file. Fred was seeing Ms. Kelley too.” Max replied. Lily shivered again, another chill skittering up her spine. A breeze ruffled her hair slightly, as if someone had brushed past her, close enough to touch. She turned back into the hallway, glancing up and down the corridor. There was no one there. Lily didn't believe in ghosts, but she imagined that it felt like this if one were to pass by her. She glanced back at her friends as Max poured over the files, her eyes darting back and forth. No one seemed to notice Lily’s absence.

“Liliana…” The breeze came again, carrying with it a gravelly voice that caressed her name like jagged claws. Lily whirled back into the corridor, and as if drawn by that voice, and stepped out into it. She took a few steps down the hall when she heard it. The rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. It chimed, the sound distorted as if the bells had been bent. “Liliana…” The call came again, sounding above a second chime.

“LILY!” Came Dustin’s call, snapping her to attention. She spun back into the room to find Dustin and Steve shaking Max, who was not responding. Her blue eyes were rolled back in her head, darting back and forth as if in the throes of a nightmare. After a moment, Max came to with a gasp, trembling violently. Lily could hear the pounding of shoes on the linoleum and only turned enough to see Nancy and Robin come barreling down the hall. Max all but launched herself out the chair she had been sitting in, tearing past Lily and jogging down the hall. The others tore after her. Nancy and Robin glanced at each other before following suit. When she came to the corner, Max turned right and stopped dead. The others stopped behind her, staring at an empty wall. “It was here. A grandfather clock. Right here.” Max insisted. “A grandfather clock?” Nancy asked, unable to keep the skepticism out of her voice as she panted. Lily’s blood ran cold. So she hadn't been the only one that heard the clock. “It was so real.” Max said softly. “I heard it too…” Lily agreed. All eyes turned to her. “You heard the clock too?” Steve asked carefully. Lily nodded. “I felt a shiver, like someone had brushed by me, and when I turned into the hallway to find out what it was, I could hear the ticking. It chimed twice before I heard Dustin call for me.” She explained. She kept the disembodied growling of her name to herself. “It was like she was in a trance or something. Just like what Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” Dustin added, explaining what happened to Max to the older girls.

Max turned to face them. “That’s not even the bad part….” She said, her eyes full of fear. She swallowed hard, leading them back into the office where she spread the papers out for everyone to see. “Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help. Uh, they both were having headaches, bad headaches that just wouldn’t go away. And then…then the nightmares.” Max shivered. Lily wrapped a gentle arm around her.To her surprise, Max did not shrug her off. “Trouble sleeping…They’d wake up in a cold sweat. And then they started seeing things.” Max trembled, and Lily knew that this wasn’t just an explanation of facts. Max had lived through all of this. She tightened her grip on the redhead. “According to the notes, they started seeing bad things from their pasts. These visions, they just…they kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually…everything ended.”

Her words rang into silence and for a moment, no one dared breath. “Vecna’s curse.” Robin said quietly. Max nodded. “Chrissy’s headaches started about a week ago. Fred’s, six days ago.” She took a breath to steady herself. “I’ve been having them for five days.” A shudder rippled through the group. “I don’t know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than twenty-four hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so…” Max took a shaky breath, and Lily rubbed her shoulder gently. This time, Max did shrug her off, but not with malice. The redhead straightened her shoulders, her face an impassive mask. “Looks like I’m gonna die tomorrow.”

A heavy clang drew the group's attention, making them all jump. Steve took a quick glance around the room. “Stay here.” He said over his shoulder. He grasped a floor stand lamp, tugging it free from the wall and brandishing it before him like a club. Lily had to hand it to him. He had one solid set of brass ones. The other’s, despite Steve’s warning, followed him out into the hall. Lily had a tiny screwdriver from her lockpicking kit gripped in her fist. She was prepared to defend herself if it were necessary. The clattering came again, followed by the pounding of running feet. Steve tensed, ready to swing. A dark figure flew around the corner, startling the group. The figure screamed, throwing up its hands in surrender.

“It’s ME!!! It’s me!” Lily recognized the voice of Sundar, the party’s resident Knight. The Traitorous Benchwarmer. “What is wrong with you Sinclair?! I could have taken you out with this lamp!!” Steve exclaimed, panting in shocked relief. “I biked eight miles to get here…” Lucas offered in way of explanation. He doubled over for a moment, struggling to catch his breath. “We’ve got a code red…” He added breathlessly. “What?” Steve asked, and everyone but Lily took a glance at Max. Lily was confused, but she said nothing. Lucas managed to get back some breath and approached Dustin. “I’ve just been with Jason, Patrick and Andy and they have gone completely off the rails. They are trying to capture Eddie and they think you know where to find him. You are in terrible danger.” Dustin stared at him blankly, his jaw hanging slightly slack. Lily growled, her own jaw clamping shut on the sound. Capture Eddie? Over her dead body. “Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we have bigger problems than Jason right now.” Dustin said after a moment. Dustin’s gaze slid to Max, and something passed between her and Lucas. Lily suspected that at one time, they were very much involved. “Who the hell is Jason?” Lily fought to keep her voice level, but was failing. “Chrissy’s boyfriend. Knowing him, it'll turn into a historically correct witch hunt by morning.” Nancy replied. Lily's heart hammered, and she swallowed the stale taste of bile in her throat. “Come on guys, let's get out of here. I don’t like this place after dark.” She said quietly, changing the subject. Lucas eyed her a moment, finally realizing he didn’t recognize her face. “Hello Sundar.” She said quietly. His eyes widened. “Aeza? What the hell are you--” She cut him off gently. “Please, it’s Lily. It's a long story but I overheard everything that night in Eddie's trailer. Now we are doing everything we can to clear his name because he did NOT do this.” Lucas stared at her a moment longer, then nodded. It seemed almost too easy to convince him of the truth. Maybe he hadn't really believed Eddie capable of murder in the first place. "Let’s go back to Nancy’s place. We can go over what the girls found and plan our next course of action.” Steve suggested. There was a collective nod of agreement.

#eddie munson fanfic

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meissashush · 1 year

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For Ro for the OC ask meme: 2, 6, 11, 18, 21

In which Garbria learns that I will totally answer old ask games whenever XD

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

Rosea is definitely not the sort to listen to music unless she's studying. She's probably got a bunch of random song that have slowly amassed in a handful of playlists that she chooses randomly, but almost certainly there aren't many Top Charts on them. Probably a fair amount of Dad Rock and Punk, gained through spending too much time with the bros, and some eclectic classical. She can't stand anything with a repetitive chorus, though, as she's prone to earworms and the really repetitive songs make her near murderous.

Naturally, Prompto has some songs he's learned not to sing around her unless he wants to get hit.

6. how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Long and up. In a ponytail, mostly, because that's the easiest, but always pulled back in some way unless she is sleeping. Its a habit born from the combination of always feeling like she needs to be 'ready' in case of an emergency, pure practicality, and the fact that Cor was never very good about remembering to get her hair cut as a kid. She'll get it cut (or cut it herself if she's really tired and desperate for control at 3am), but always keeps it at ponytail-length.

11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

Rosea is, extremely self-admittedly, a self-insert wish-fulfillment. At least, that's how she and a lot of her personality got started. These days she's sort of taken on her own life, as happens when you have a complicated plot with other characters to play off of.

As a rule, the more flippant things (favorite color, preferred foods, allergies, certain mental disorders that I couldn't write around if I tried *cough* ADHD *cough* edit: also dyslexia, since I wrote 'tired' by accident) are all from me.

We do, however, make extremely different life decisions and that's where she's really become her own person. I'm cautious by nature. I don't take extreme leaps because I sit and consider all the possible outcomes until I'm blue in the face. Rosea considers the possible outcomes, but she also has the teenage 'invincibility' syndrome I never had. She fucks around and finds out.

I think we'd get along reasonably well, assuming I could convince her I was a safe person. She'd probably get fed up with me 'parenting' her, though, so I would rank like Nyx in her mind. Okay to be around, but stupid and hover-y. ("I just want what's best for you, you dumb girl!" - I say, being the one causing all her problems)

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

If she can justify it, she'll do it. And she's very good at justifying. That said, killing is one of those things that are always against her natural instincts. She can only be convinced to do it if there is either no better option, or she's ordered too. Self defense, for some reason, doesn't count as killing in her mind, however.

21. their favorite place to be?

Depending on the point in her life; either in Noct's apartment or in her own. Somewhere quiet and safe from expectation.

Thanks for the asks <3

#ask game fill #ffxv #rosea leonis #garbria #my stuff

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day 3 : lost

Today I made sure to have a better breakfast of toast and hard boiled eggs. Then we walked to The British Museum where everyone’s allergies were acting up terribly. Something I had been noticing before but really noticed this morning was the amount of particles in the air. Some are just pollen but I always wonder if some has to do with all the smoking people do here.

While there was so much at the museum to see, we went right to the remains of the Parthenon and walked around for a bit. It was tragic that it’s all in pieces around the room and that it can’t be all together like it was meant to be but the team who took it from Athens experimented with how to take it down plus the Ottoman Empire had exploded the building because they stored gunpowder in there in years prior.

Then we went and saw Mayan works as well as stuff from the Benine Kingdom. They were cool but they don’t peek my interest nearly as much.

Something that has been a main topic of discussion is whether or not what the British did - stealing art and artifacts and keeping them - was right or wrong. Many objects in the collection of the British Museum were either stolen or the cheated away from people and cultures. There were some items that were on loan and then were given to the museum in exchange for money or an object in return which I thought was particularly interesting. Giving everything back to their original countries is not the right answer to me. If the Italians want their Parthenon back, that’s fine but wait until we recreate it in replicas. I think that each museum should have a Doryphoros. Knowledge should be shared and not hidden around the world where it is impossible to access. I wouldn’t ever travel to Africa to see the art but I will go intro the exhibitions on display and learn about what they have there while I am there to visit my Van Gogh. The artworks that are in the British Museum have changed the world because they were there. For better or worse but I’d like to think that art has helped us to see other cultures and to grow and think and as it stands, traveling all over the world is not possible for everyone to do but to go to a museum and to see what they value in others and in themselves is something we can’t just give up. I feel that returning the originals to countries is fair in the case that we can have a replica in its place. I’d love to be able to take a class of students to see The Starry Night as they learn about it.

After class, some friends and I wandered for a bit and came across a pink climbing glob where we took some photos then went inside a building and played Uno for a while before heading back. We stopped at a cool witch shop but it couldn’t have been real because there were no crystals. Then we had a big late lunch after a run to the market.

Then a friend and I joined another group to go to the Sky Garden. It was recommended as the best way to see the city and it was free. We tried to time it so we could be there right before sunset and get some awesome photos but the lady said we needed reservations so we quickly booked tickets for 10:15pm (an hour later). Then we hung out at a war memorial where we shared stories to kill the time.

Then we went back for our reservation and the lady rudely told us that what we booked was a consultation for a reservation at least 2 weeks out. So we left and tried to go home but ended up lost on the tube for an hour. Then we met Erik and his lovey girlfriend. Erik was drunk and asking everyone where they were from. Something about the trains is that no one talks and it’s really quiet so it was us and Erik talking and it turns out that he’s from Ireland, she’s from London, there was a man from South Africa, a family from Brazil then us from Florida, Louisiana, Wisconsin, Minnesota. Turns out we had the whole globe in one car and no idea until Erik had asked. Then his girlfriend helped us get to where we needed to be to get home.

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 2 years

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Caskett fanfiction

Staring the cast of Castle

Why did you elbow me? Part 10. The cold/bronchitis.

Castle: pov Kate does not look good at all. She even let me drive the car. She looks warm, at the precinct Lanie tells us the body of the second victim is Ray's. She ran the DNA from under the first victim Larry's fingernails. That part of the case is solved now we need to find Ray's killer. None of the other 15 victims of the surgical killer had the killer's DNA on them. Just great Ryan found nothing interesting on Ray's phone, only text with Larry about the cheating now we know why he killed Larry. Great Choice on his part making it seem like the surgical killer was back maybe that's why he is back Kate you get it he is jealous that he had a copycat maybe he killed Ray. In the first place the whole copycat thing is the only thing that makes sense so far.

Kate: pov but how did he know the surgical killer used non latex gloves it was not released in the report. I took some tylenol because I felt warm and I can no longer hide my cough.

Ryan: pov this guy Ray must have known the surgical killer only way he would have known about the non latex gloves.

Castle: pov I tried to tell Kate to take a nap. I managed to get her to take a 2 hour nap. Once she was up I ordered lunch. Lanie told us while we ate our Chinese food that she looked at Ray's medical records and it turns out he is allergic to latex just like his dad. It runs in the family. The surgical killer always used non latex gloves maybe he was allergic to. I told Kate to go nap some more. She was looking ruff. Ryan and Esposito were looking for a neurologist with a latex allergy. Turns out Ray's father used to be a neurologist. Bingo we had a hit. All of the 15 victims knew Bill in some way or another. So why would Bill kill his own son? Maybe he did know him. Could that be possible, they are both allergic to latex. We just needed to catch him/find him. Lanie told me she was concerned about Kate, it seems like she is trying to hide the fact that she has a cold. It was now 2 hours later and I went to wake up Kate. She felt very warm, and was breathing heavily. Kate, sat up. She looked very unwell and had a horrible cough. I called Lanie and she came into the room immediately. She had been helping Ryan and Esposito with something on the computer. Ryan ran and got her medical bag for her.

Lanie: pov Castle called me into Kate's office. She had gone to take a nap on the sofa. She looked awful. I took her temperature and it was 102.4. She told me she took tylenol for it earlier. I asked her to be honest and she told me everything she did in the last few days for her cold. Like taking cold meds, eating soup, drinking tea and pedialyte. I said that is not enough and I told her she should have stayed at home in bed. I listened to her breathing which did not sound the best, her cough was awful. Her heart rate was also elevated. Kate said she had some discomfort in her chest. I was trying to decide if i should call some medics or take her to the ER myself. I think her cold turned into bronchitis. Kate looked very green. I grabbed the garbage can by the desk quickly.

Castle: pov my phone was ringing. It was very important Alexis's school/college was calling so I went to answer it while Kate was throwing up. The principal was saying something about how a boy killed another boy in the bathroom and the school/college is on lock down until he is caught. but they are letting parents pick up their kids and I have to come pick up Alexis. I told Lanie everything that is going on and she said pick up Alexis she will take Kate to the Er while Ryan and Esposito catch this killer for good. It was a mess getting to Alexis's college. I had to wait in another building for a while. For an update on when the kids can come out.

Esposito: pov Lanie had convinced Kate to go to the ER and Castle had an emergency at Alexis's college, not how we wanted the day to go. Kate is going to be so mad that she did not help catch the surgical killer. Ryan made us some coffee and we got to work looking Bill up. We found a few places where he used to hang out. The phone company gave me his info and current address. I tracked his phone to his current location. Me and Ryan got in the car and headed there on the way we called for backup. Once at the building we cleared it room by room. He was not here but there was a secret door hidden in the wall. Maybe that is where he is hiding. I could hear screaming from the other side of the door. It sounded like a woman.

Lanie: pov at the hospital I signed Kate in. The receptionist asked what she was here for and I said she has a cold that has turned into bronchitis. The lady was super rude, I filled out all of the forms and handed them back to the rude lady. I told her I was a Dr and knew what I was talking about. 40 minutes later and Kate's name was called. I helped her walk into the exam room. The nurse talked with us and I said the receptionist was very rude. She took Kate's temperature which was 102.5. Her oxygen saturation was not good and her heart rate was elevated. I told her all of Kate's symptoms and she was concerned about the chest discomfort. She said the Dr will be in a few minutes. I told her Kate was shot a few years ago in the chest and a few months ago she got elbowed in the throat. A few minutes after she left Kate had fallen asleep. To be continued……...

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leafbrand1 · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request a tasm peter x reader where they are already dating and the reader comes down with a nasty cold but refuses to rest because she has college and work to do so peter makes her rest cus she's just getting more sick from working

(Aka I actually do have a cold from hell and i am dying)

Thank you!!

AHHH of course! feel better love <3

rest with me

pairing; tasm!peter parker x reader

genre; pure fluff

warnings; strong language

au:/ first ever tasm peter imagine, i haven’t been able to get his portrayal of the character down since 2014 so let’s hope this goes well

If you had been asked the night prior, you would’ve said that there was no way in hell your headache could possibly get any worse. But when another night with barely any sleep was added, and another day filled to the brim with running around at work and then studying until your eyes glazed over went by, your head was pounding in a way you didn’t think was even possible. Tissues covered the floor around your desk, caused by your haphazard attempts at throwing them into the garbage, and a new pack of them was opened to your left next to your laptop.

You’d come down with a cold only a few days prior and what you’d hoped would be only allergies that lasted a day or two had turned into an illness that did nothing but make your work and school life all the more miserable. You’d been pushing yourself to do your absolute best on these midterms - to the point where your normal every day schedule had been completely disheveled. What would normally be time for yourself to relax and eat a nice dinner after work had turned into studying all of the notes you’d written the entirety of the last two quarters. And what would usually be time to spend cleaning up your boyfriend after a night of crime-fighting and cuddling him until he fell asleep peacefully had, once again, turned into just extra time for you to review all your notes.

You’d felt bad about it of course. Peter put so much work into making the city a safer place and helping those in need and yet he still always managed to make time for you at the end of the night, whether he was bleeding half to death or on the brink of passing out halfway inside your window - he was always there. You’d been shitty to him, blocking him out when he tried to help and being too wrapped up in your work to hear your phone pinging or the knocks on your window. In your defense, you were just really determined to get good scores on these exams, and it didn’t help that you were just so tired. And apparently now, so so sick.

But, tonight was different. Tonight Peter was a boy on a mission and he was prepared to do just about anything he could to make sure you left your desk and just got some goddamn sleep. He didn’t bother knocking on your window after a night of patrolling, knowing that you’d either be too invested in your work or too zoned out of the real world to hear his incessant knocking. He pulled his everyday clothes on over his suit in the back alley behind your apartment building, and tucked his mask securely into his backpack before making his way around to the front door.

The doorman had seen him enter with you multiple times throughout the duration of your relationship, so he was let in without any hold-ups. Your apartment was on the seventh floor, three doors down to the left of the elevator. Apartment B73 was one of your proudest possessions, something you had worked so hard to be able to afford yourself while still in college, and you had quite literally turned it into your safe haven of sorts. The only possession you were more proud of, was your Peter. But as much as you loved him deeply, you hadn’t realized how much you’d been neglecting him and your own health in recent weeks.

He stepped through the front door, which had been unlocked much to his concern, and shut it behind him after kicking off his shoes onto the mat. “Y/N?” He called softly, not wanting to startle you in case you hadn’t heard him come in. He received no answer from you, and as he trekked down the hallway he came to realize you weren’t in the living room or kitchen. A long sigh left his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as he rubbed at them in frustration and exasperation.

He swore to God, that if he walked into that bedroom and you were huddled at your desk studying he was going to lose his shit. Low and behold, the second your bedroom door swung open, that was the sight he was met with.

“Y/N…” He began, walking up behind you. You showed no reaction to his voice and he rolled his eyes dramatically as it occurred to him that not only were you literally draining yourself, but you were also putting yourself in extreme danger. What would have happened if someone broke in and you had been too wrapped up in your studies to even realize that there was something going on?

He no longer cared much about startling you, he just wanted you to step back from your school work and just fucking rest. “Y/N, babe.” He spoke curtly, reaching out and grabbed your shoulder. You jumped in surprise and whipped around to face him as you let out a startled yelp.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you could’ve sworn that you were on the verge of a heart attack but - it was just Peter. How had he gotten in? Did you leave the door unlocked? You didn’t know, but you were thrilled to see him. It’d been quite a few days since you both had gotten the chance to see each other. “Oh! Peter! Baby, you scared me.” You laughed wholeheartedly. He opened his mouth, most likely preparing to send back some half-assed comment about how that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been running on four hours of sleep for the past week, but you cut him off before he had the chance to do so. “Just give me a half to wrap up this subject and then I can make you a quick dinner? Have you eaten yet? I bet not with patrol.” You chuckled, turning to face your computer screen once more.

His hand jutted out to grab at the backrest of your chair and twirled you right back to face him. His face was set into a scowl and he narrowed his eyes at you. “When was the last time you ate a meal yourself?”

“Um…” You stuttered, hesitating before giving him an answer. You hadn’t been starving, you’d stopped at a connivence store to pick up some pain medication for your headache and had grabbed some snacks for yourself while you were there. “I had some Pringles earlier. But I just haven’t had much of an appetite with the… you know…” You trailed off, realizing you’d just accidentally exposed that you were also sick on top of everything else.

His facial expression softened drastically and he kneeled down to be at your level, grasping your hands in his and running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Baby, please. I know how passionate you are about school and I respect and adore all the work you put into it. But you cannot put your own health at standby for it. I know it seems like it’s the most important thing in your life right now, but nothing will matter when you’re not healthy enough to keep pushing through.”

You frowned and let out a low sigh. “I know, Pete. I just- I want to do a really good job on these exams and it feels like no matter how hard I try… I’m not grasping enough information. I haven’t learned enough to get me through. It makes me feel better… to constantly go over everything. It makes me a little less anxious.”

He felt his heart clench at your confession. He thought you had just been putting in this much work because it was mandatory of you, not because it helped lessen the pressure you had being forced upon you to get through the midterms with flying colors. He grinned suddenly at you, and you couldn’t help the contagious smile that begin curling at the corners of your lips. “Okay, how about this? We take a break, me from my Spider duties and you from your studying. We both go make ourselves a nice dinner and just relax for the night. We’ll put on a movie or something and just rest. Tomorrow, we can go back to what we do best - but we’ll do it in a healthy way this time. No pushing ourselves past our limit, and no fighting to the breaking point. Just one day at a time, my love.”

He knew the easiest way to get you to agree was to pretend he was doing it along with you. If he had just been trying to get you to take care of yourself, you would’ve continued trying to put up a fight. But, if you knew that he was also taking a breather from all of the pressure put on him - you’d agree in an instant.

You casted one last glance back at your laptop before turning to lock eyes with him once more. “Okay.” You nodded with a smile.

He leaned forward, moving his hands up to cup your face instead. “Okay?” He laughed giddily, pressing his forehead to your own.

You reached up, grabbing his forearms and titling your head to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, pulling you as close to him as possible - trying to soak up all the attention you were giving him after how busy you had been the past few days. You laughed against his lips, pulling back the tiniest bit to whisper to him, “Yeah, okay.”

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— genshin boys and how you take care of them when they’re sick.

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

ೃ tags: modern au, headcanons, and tooth-rotting fluff.

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CHILDE:

Childe has a very strong immunity system. No lame flu could ever get him. Mayhaps it's the below 0-degree temperature in Snezhnaya that helped his body grow accustomed to certain climates and temperatures? Because according to him, he "takes colds and kicks ass." However, after having too much fun and getting too competitive with Scaramouche at the Dragonspine Ski Resort, he's struck down with a terrible fever. From Sneznaya's Greatest Love Machine to sick babie in (y/n)'s care. He's not necessarily the whiny type but Childe is very helpless. Whether it was intentional or not, he couldn’t help himself at all. He forgets about the cough drops he has to drink and you have to remind him about it, when he refuses to eat Goulash fresh from Dragonspine and demands for alphabet soup, or when you're doing work in the living room and he comes up to you wrapped in a burrito blanket, asking for cuddles because "hugs are the best medicine." to which, you would reply with a hard "no." because you couldn't risk the both of you getting sick. (Even though you were craving hugs from him too.) Due to your boyfriend's stubbornness, it took a week before he could fully recover. And when he did, you bet he rushes to you, screaming, "I'm cured!" peppering you with kisses on your cheek and enveloping you in hugs that you've longed so much from him.

DILUC:

Colds are Diluc's worst enemy. Whenever he got remotely sick when he was a kid, whether it be a runny nose or a small allergy, his immune system literally betrays him. So, when he gets sick, he literally gets sick. Since then, He vowed to maintain a healthy body. You've never even seen him get a headache! It's always been Diluc taking care of you whenever you’re down with a cold. You had always wished for a moment where the tables would turn and it would be you taking care of him for once. That would soon happen on a particularly normal day. Diluc approaches you and asks if you could check his temperature. You bring out a thermometer to check if he has a fever, and it read 38 degrees. Diluc suddenly panics. His face red as a tomato and feeling woozy and lightheaded, your boyfriend wraps his arm around you for support as you bring him to your bedroom. Then, he suddenly sneezes. An adorable sniffle you did not expect to hear from your boyfriend or from anyone as handsome as him at all. It was the cutest "achoo." you've ever heard. You giggle, reaching for his neatly folded pajamas in the closet and handing it to him. "Pretend you didn't hear that." He says coldly, trying to not act embarrassed. Since that night and until he became well, you barely left Diluc’s side. He's wrapped in a blanket, his usual well-dressed get up is replaced with a dark gray hoodie and joggers, your stuffed plushies are cuddled up beside Diluc to keep him company whilst he's bed-ridden, and you're bringing him healthy and delicious meals to help him get better soon. When he had finally recovered, Diluc thought that maybe getting sick wasn't all that bad. Especially if the the one most dearest to him could love and care for him so well while he’s at his weakest.

KAEYA:

Kaeya tries to hide his cold at first. He doesn't want to make you worry too much. After all, he's not the type to get so sick easily anyway. T'was the cursed downpour of rain on that particular Wednesday night after his evening classes to blame for all of this. When you're around him, he clears his throat every time he has the urge to cough, He tries to sneeze as quietly as possible so you wouldn't hear, and he takes his daily medicine for colds behind your back. It wasn't til you accidentally hear his loud coughs whilst he was on his phone when you realized that he had a cold for the past few days now. You were a bit sad at first because Kaeya shouldn't have hid this from you, and yet, you quickly understood when he told you why. Since then, you've been taking care of him. He would lie on your lap as you apply a fever patch on his forehead, massaging his temples, as he coos adoringly at your gestures of affection. In fact, he loved the special treatment that he was getting from you so much, that even if he was getting better, he still asked if you could rub his temples to ease the pain he's been feeling from his common colds. Although it is very clear that he's already free of his illness, you chose to play along with him. and so from then on, giving Kaeya a loving massage became a part of your daily routine, and he was loving every minute of it.

ZHONGLI:

As a herb and tea enthusiast, Zhongli is able to keep a healthy mind and body. Chamomile tea before the two of you go to bed and a scented humidifier wafting around your house to rid of the germs. However, after eating something he had ordered for the both of you on Postmates and not knowing there was seafood in it, his mild allergies suddenly strike him with a severe cold. Zhongli hates this feeling. He hates not being able to get up, water the plants, read his books, or stroll around the city with you. He had no physical energy to do anything. He kept your house as clean and as influenza-free as possible. Yet here was, on your shared bed, speaking in a nasally but cute voice, a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, and tuned in to the Discovery Channel because it was the closest he could get to the wonderful world around him whilst he was sick. "I miss hearing your soothing voice." You say jokingly, drying a hot towel so you can pat and place it on Zhongli's forehead. "I'm afraid I can't do anything right now, my love. I'm sorry. A-Actually... my body feels hot. I think I need to take a shower." Wearing a bathrobe or else he'd shiver and have his condition worsen, you help your boyfriend take a hot bath by washing his hair and help dry it right after. Zhongli wasn't the type of boyfriend to ask for these kinds of things, but it was such a sweet gesture. You gingerly wash his hair, spread shampoo around his auburn streaks and small upward curls, and massaging his head in the process. He hums in delight whilst you giggle at his utters of praise, leaving him once you're done with your deed. After a relaxing bath that had probably defeated the colds that was plaguing him, Zhongli is back on his feet the next day. Unfortunately, you were the next victim of this stupid flu and now, it was Zhongli's turn to take care of you and making sure you would get the love and treatment that you had given him.

XIAO:

Calling your boyfriend stubborn when he's sick is quite an understatement. As a very productive person, Xiao always sets a certain amount of things to do as his goal for the day. Going to the skate park, hanging out with you, playing sports, or playing video games were just many of the activities he would do in a span of a day. But, when he catches a cold after staying up too late (sleep is for the weak! According to the Vigilant Yaksha as the mad lad had stayed up till 7 AM) after getting too invested in playing Resident Evil Village, he comes down with a flu that same afternoon. And so, his usual routine of going to the skate park, hanging out with you, and playing video games were soon to be replaced with lounging in the bed, taking medicine, being reprimanded by (Y/N) for moving too much, and feeling like shit because he can't do anything at all. You will literally shoot daggers when you see your boyfriend dashing around because he's supposed to be in bed, getting all the rest he can get. You were very strict with him, simply because you had to. Xiao was very careless after all. You were cooking dinner that same night when Xiao comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering, "I can go to school with you tomorrow." "Xiao... no you won't. Go to back to bed. I'll bring you the Veggie Radish Soup there." You reply harshly, paying no attention to him at all. His tsundere tendencies were showing when you deliver the soup to him and he grumbles, "Y-you don't have to take care of me like this. It was my fault as to why I got sick in the first place. I can take care of myself, you know." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing yet loving look. "I know that. But, I'm doing this because I love you. You're my freaking boyfriend for petesake! Why would I not care for you like this!?"

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word count: 1k+

warnings: um... just prepare yourself...

a/n: thank you so much to @januarystars for helping me write this portion of the story! Mei is absolutely the BEST they fr let me blab on discord about my vision for this and wrote sections that were exactly what I was planing T_T

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“Kiddos we’re here!” Joshua said as he pulled up into the parking lot. It was a long, silent car ride to the city’s biggest ice rink. With the car ride finally coming to an end, it was like you could breathe easy at last now that you were away from Jihoon.

The fifteen of you quickly filed inside and got your skates—well, as fast as fifteen people can— before you set off for the ice. Despite your wobbly gait, it seemed that Soonyoung and Jeonghan were doing just fine, making speedy laps around the rink, almost as if they were racing.

When Soonyoung finally came back around to where you’d only moved a few meters, he noticed your struggles and held out his hand. Looking from his hand to his face, you let your lips part. Perhaps it was real, perhaps it was simply you willing it to happen, but your heart began to pound the longer you stared at his open hand.

“Come on,” Soonyoung said, smiling and taking your hand in his. “I can help you if you want.”

“Okay,” you stuttered, following his lead as he began to help pull you along the rink.

You were going at a much faster pace now, and, honestly, it was kind of exhilarating. Sure, the speed did make you dizzy at some points, but Soonyoung always seemed to sense this and slowed down.

It was rather nice to hold his hand, to be the focus of his attention. Little did you know who was watching. He scowled and shoved his hands in his pockets, huffing by himself as he skated along on the side. “Of course Y/N likes Soonyoung,” he mumbled. “Everyone likes Soonyoung.”

“Hey, y/n?” he asked as he slowed down once more.

“Hm?” you said, looking up from the ground to meet his bubbly gaze.

“Can I ask you a question?” He said, words laced with suspicion, “You have to promise not to tell though.”

“Yeah, of course.” You grinned, hoping the words you had been searching for the answer for would escape from Soonyoung’s lips.

He grinned for a second before continuing,“I know we aren’t supposed to say who we have for secret santa…”

“This is it,” you thought to yourself. Soonyoung was going to tell you it was him. You were sure of it.

“But do you think Seungkwan would like fuzzy socks? I know he has an allergy to fuzzy things but…”

“Wait what?” you exclaimed louder than you should have.

“So that’s a no then?” Soonyoung asked, dejected.

“N-no, I’m sure he’d like them as long as you wash them or something,” you stuttered.

“Cool. Thanks, y/n!”

It wasn’t Soonyoung? You were practically back to square one, with no clue of who your secret santa was. You let out a disappointed sigh. You were just as lost as ever, and just as confused as ever. You still had feelings for the mystery person, but what now?

Slowing down once more, your skating partner glanced outside of the rink and caught sight of Joshua.

“I think Joshua’s getting hot chocolate!” Soonyoung exclaimed, dashing off to the gate and waddling out of the ice to catch up to him.

Alone, you made much slower movements until you felt a push on your shoulder, causing you to collapse to the floor. As you looked at who the perpetrator was, you couldn’t believe your eyes. It was Jihoon. Fury only ignited when you noticed he kept skating along like nothing had happened. Misty rushed over to you, stopping in her skates before lending a hand to you. Wonwoo followed shortly before asking, “What the fuck is his deal?”

“I wish I knew…” you mumbled, dusting off the pieces of ice that stuck onto your bottom. Not only did you learn Soonyoung wasn’t your secret santa, but there was a possibility that Jihoon, your long-time crush, possibly hated your guts for reasons unknown. You eyes started to tear up, your throat swelling as you tried to hold back your tears.

“Hey… let’s leave and return the shoes, hm?” Misty said when she noticed the dejected look on your face, helping you get the specs of ice cleaned off your coat, “I think Jeonghan wants to leave for dim sum soon anyways.”

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As the two of you walked into the skate rental booth, your mood only shifted for the worse when you saw Jihoon untying his shoes on the bench. You decided enough was enough. Walking up to Jihoon, you started to yell, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Oh fuck,” Misty mumbled, rushing out to get assistance of some sort.

“What are you talking about?” He said in a monotone voice, not even giving his full attention to you, only infuriating you even more.

“What are you talking about?” you mocked before letting your emotions run for the hills, “You purposely bumped into me you piece of shit!”

Misty came rushing in with Jeonghan, Misty held you back from getting any closer to Jihoon while the both of them tried to calm down the argument, “Guys stop!”

At this point, you had no filter. You continued to spout out the words that you’ve been holding in for so long, finally letting the tears burst out, “You know what, I wouldn’t have cared if you hated me if I didn’t like you so much!”

Jihoon’s expression quickly changed as you sniffed while mumbling, “I guess I’m a fool thinking you liked me back.”

Misty grabbed a hold on your shoulders when guiding you away from Jihoon, whispering, “Let’s get in Wonwoo’s car.”

Jeonghan was only left to comfort Jihoon, of course, naturally asking, “Hey, you okay? What happened.”

When you were far from his sight, the song that reminded him of you the most started to play. What perfect timing.

As Goodbye Winter continued, sobs could only escape from Jihoon’s mouth. He regretted everything he said, everything he did. Because he acted out of jealousy, he had lost a co-worker, a friend, and a potential lover.

He buried his face into the older friend’s chest so no one could see him in such a vulnerable state. Jeonghan patted Jihoon’s head, knowing him, he wasn’t the type to lean on a shoulder to cry on, he knew he was shattered.

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adore you | the christmas waltz

synopsis: in which your lonely friend group tries to get into the christmas spirit by holding a secret santa party. to your surprise however, your special secret santa jihoon likes to give you gifts everyday until christmas.

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