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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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HQ boys with a sick s/o HC

warning(s): none :)

a/n: my poor ❣️ anon is sick and these were inspired by our last convo, I hope you’re feeling better Angel 😭 please enjoy some hq dummies and how theyd treat a sick s/o :) <3

characters: Tsukishima, Hinata, Sugawara, Daichi, Noya, Aran, Kita, Bokuto, Kenma, Ushijima, & Aone

Tsukishima

He would act bothered at the fact you’re sick, cause of course you’re gonna ask your boyfriend for things - like any notes you might’ve missed that day. But judging how he just does your homework for you you’re pretty sure he’s not actually mad.

He’d also be bugging you about taking your medicine cause he needs you to get better fast so he isn’t “stuck bullying only Hinata”, he misses picking on you too and he says it’s funner in person

He’s kind of worried about getting sick himself so he wouldn’t see you in person much but you definitely notice how frequent he’s starting to call you, he even FaceTimed you while he was at the grocery store cause you weren’t there with him to pick out your snacks. (He knows your favs at this point, he just missed your company)

The moment you’re better and he has a chance to see you he’s a bit more physically affectionate than normal - not that either of you are complaining - he missed you very much :(

Daichi

His hearts in the right place - like he’s brought some cough drops and water and such and has this whole plan for you to get better but the moment you sneeze a little too hard he’s so :((((( and just wants to hold you and coddle you.

So he does exactly that.

It can be a bit overbearing at first cause he’s VERY adamant on you not doing thing, like he’s debating on whether or not you should even be allowed to walk to the bathroom and if he should be carrying you there instead.

Rather than catch you up on anything you missed (he’ll bother suga about it later) he’d prefers snuggling in and napping the day away with you and just hopes you’ll magically get better.

Hinata

The overly worried type who’s also somehow simultaneously oblivious.

He’s CONSTANTLY checking in like are you better yet? Can you stand? Have you been throwing up all day? Is your temp still too high?? Please call me if you need anything :((((

But then he comes over with his volleyball and is all raring to go on some walk with you cause he found this awesome little trail that has some cute clearing he thinks you’d love but he seems to have forgotten you’re kind of currently bedridden.

You tell him and almost feel bad cause you can see the disappointment on his face and the way his body kind of deflates, but then all of a sudden he’s cheering back up cause he realizes that means he gets to lay with you basically all day and love up on you (regardless of your protests telling him he’d get sick too - which he definitely does)

Sugawara

I hope you wanted some tough love :(

Don’t get me wrong, he’s all about taking care of his baby but don’t think you’re gonna be milking any extra pity out of him 😭

He’s bringing you all the right medicine and extra love and any snacks you need, but he’s also bringing any schoolwork you might be missing and he’s reminding you of those deadlines.

He makes up for it with the extra study guides he made you so you can understand the material easier, and the cute little drawings he puts in the margins to better explain the material

He feels awful for his sick baby but isn’t gonna let you fall behind <3

Noya

Really believes in the whole laughter is the best medicine type shit. He’d also be looking up all different kinds of ways to make you better if he felt like you weren’t having a speedy recovery AHSJSJAJS

“I don’t know babe I’m jus sayin, this here says that if you drink raw egg whites and vinegar it’s a good immune system boost and will cure your flu in, like, 15 minutes. It might be worth a shot!”

Baby boy just misses going on dates with you 😭

Also tends to go overboard sometimes with the movies - last time you were sick he brought a whole cardboard box full of random dvds he had lying around as well as a couple of home videos of him as a child ‘cause:

“I’m hilarious babe look at these!”

Aran

Literally one of the best boyfriends you could ask for in this situation are you joking? He never hovers too much but is always just a phone call away if you need some help or are just feeling too lonely :( KING of making soups are you joking (firm believer that warm foods are the best thing when you’re ill) he definitely texts you random things throughout the day like

“how’s my baby doing?”

“u feeling ok enough for me to stop by later ?❤️”

Expect LOTS of forehead kisses too

Also tends to hold the back of his hands to your face a lot so he can check your temp throughout the day, a true caregiver :,(

Kita

Ok him and Aran are tied cause this man 😪

The moment he finds out you’re sick he’s gotta know what kind of bug you caught cause he will be bringing you medicine the moment he can and he needs to be sure he’s getting the right kind. Also the type to buy you some silly little card that his grandmother INSISTED on signing (she’s very worried about you) and who is he to say no to that.

He also would hate to admit this to you but he thinks you’re so cute when you’re sick 😭 it doesn’t matter if you’re hacking up yesterday’s lunch he’s like 🥺🤲🏼 my poor little baby

He also just really likes taking care of you, definitely fits into his love language and it just feels very domestic for him to be by your side and aiding you in any way you can, and this mf is the biggest fan of the domestic things in your relationship <3

Bokuto

Honestly a little excited cause he gets to spend some uninterrupted alone time with you

Like don’t get me wrong he’s sad your sick but he can’t help but think to himself omg I get to spend the whole day with my baby! Just me and them!

Really helpful though, like you almost forget you’re sick. He’s making you food if you can’t do it yourself and he’s making sure you’re taking your medicine at the right times all while just chilling and talking with you in between! You guys watch some awful movies and laugh at them and it almost feels like a good ol date night in with your boyfriend if your body wasn’t so fatigued and sore from being sick. But don’t worry, cause Bokuto is there and ready to rub those sore muscles at any given moment.

Kenma

He just kind of shows up? Unannounced?

He has a weeks worth of stuff packed as well as a game console and a sack full of games LMAO and he just sets them down and gives you a kiss on the forehead and just ,, starts,, unpacking. You have to ask him what he’s doing cause he’s just not saying anything.

“You’re sick, so I’m staying over to take care of you until you feel better, duh. Now which side of the bed do you prefer?”

This man is casually waiting on your every need like your thirsty? Lay tf down he’s getting it for you. Hungry? Funny, he already ordered in. You’re his mf princess and you’re sick so you will not be moving a muscle.

Ushijima

MASSAGES. Massages. And cuddles :(((

Big man Ushi comes over when he has the chance with some painkillers and his big warm arms. Most of the time he’s over you guys are just napping cause he wants to hold you! Cause you look so helpless and sick and of course you guys are laying down so you guys just kind of pass out.

Also a big check in texter to see if you’re feeling up for him to be over later that day.

If you are too worried about getting him sick he’ll stay home but he’ll be kind of grumpy about it. You’d get a random FaceTime from him just for him to move his phone away from his body enough to emphasize how empty his bed is 🙄

You cave and let him come over, and when he does he just huffs and crawls into bed with you like ☹️ c’mere

Aone

Omg the biggest worrier of all of them :((((

The one most likely to say he’s sick too so he can free any responsibilities of the day just so he can come take care of you in person. Something about the idea of you being home alone and sick with no one there to make sure you’re ok hurts his heart so bad.

He also would forget to let you know he’s coming over though, so when he comes into your apartment with his copy of the key and finds you under a heap of covers with a tissue box on your nightstand he’s quickly getting under the covers with you and pulling you into his chest.

You wake up an hour or two later to feel big warm arms embracing you and you know your sweet boyfriend came over just to check on you. And judging by his heavy breaths signaling he was asleep you knew he had to have been here for a while <3

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ugh it’s been too long since I’ve written for hq! I hope you guys enjoyed and I always love to hear your thoughts :) <3

requests are open

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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[ flu season in E minor ]

pairing: fyodor dostoevsky x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k words

contains: uni!au, sigma and nikolai as your bff’s, gn!reader, music student!fyodor, fyodor being a bit of a brat while he’s sick, slight pining/crushing, idk just fluffy shit

summary: you and fyodor are both in the university theater club but you rarely ever see him except for when you’re picking up the musical compositions he makes for the play. this time, however, you come over to his apartment to find him sick with the flu

a/n: uhhh this is kind of a trainwreck cause i was literally just ‘omg uni!au fyodor sickfic’ and then went with it :P

“don’t forget to drink your vitamin c guys! flu season is already here and if you’re down with the flu please don’t come in and spread your germs everywhere,” sigma instructed at the ending of the cast meeting. even though he sounded snappy while saying it, you could tell he meant well. two of your actors in the theatre club had already come down with the flu and with showtime coming up soon, everyone was understandably extra careful.

“y/n, one last thing,” sigma called you over as everyone prepared to leave.

“in case you were going to ask, yes, i took my vitamins already,” you teased skipping over to where he was.

“not funny,” sigma rolled his eyes. “i was wondering if you could follow up with fyodor on the music for the next scene? he doesn’t respond at all to any non-physical communication, i already left him ten messages.”

“ooh, another visit to the phantom of the opera’s apartment,” nikolai popped up right at your shoulder.

“seriously? you guys call him that?” sigma raised a disappointed eyebrow at you two.

“well he’s mysterious and makes music in a theatre.”

“i feel like you should actually watch phantom of the opera before making that claim,” you told him. “also sure,” you shrugged nonchalantly to hide your obvious excitement. “i have time to drop by.”

even though he’s a part of the theatre club, fyodor dostoevsky was pretty much an enigma to the rest of the members. his contributions to the club activities were mainly in the form of the musical compositions he created for the plays. however, because he was always busy practicing for upcoming recitals apart from his music classes, fyodor rarely ever attended rehearsals.

but on the off-chance that he did drop by in a rehearsal to discuss with sigma or attend a cast meeting, you’d spend the entire time just... admiring him. everything from the calm and articulate way he spoke to messy way his hair framed his face. and on that day when fyodor decided to demonstrate the music by playing it himself on his cello, you realized you were head over heels for this man.

and so you, practically jumped at every chance you got to pick up sheet music or recordings from fyodor’s apartment. you already set the expectation that you wouldn’t be around for long. and you were right about that... usually.

...

“fyodor? hello?” you knocked on the door for what was probably the fifth time already. it was freezing cold outside and you were desperate to get in. pressing your ear against the door, you heard a weak voice say ‘come in. door’s open’ and then tentatively, you unlocked the door.

whenever you saw fyodor, he was always wearing a clean, button-up shirt and slacks since he was also at orchestra practice. so of course, it was a complete shock to you to come into his apartment to find fyodor dressed in bright red pajamas with a mickey mouse logo on the center of his shirt with a colorful patchwork quilt thrown across his shoulders. not to mention, he was seated in his couch with sheet music and tissues strewn around him.

upon closer look, you could tell from his sunken eyes and slightly red nose that flu season had struck fyodor.

“oh, y/n, it’s you,” he sniffled as you hesitated near the door. “come in. it’s cold out.”

“are you alright?” you asked, approaching fyodor. because you had gotten the flu a bit earlier that month, you weren’t too concerned about catching it again. “you look, well, sick.”

“just a cold,” fyodor waved his hand. “anyway, did sigma send you for something?”

“he’s asking for a follow-up with the music for the new scene,” you remembered.

“oh, that...” fyodor nodded, frowning as he searched the sheet music scattered around him. “i’m sure it’s around here somewhere and... i forgot to do it.” fyodor sighed at the realization. “don’t worry. i’ll just whip something up real quick,” he sniffed before picking up a blank piece of sheet music.

“well you don’t have to right now. fyodor, you’re sick. you should get some rest before working,” you sat down on the couch as fyodor bent over the coffee table with a pencil ready. “i mean, no offense but i doubt you can come up with anything in your current state.”

“nonsense, y/n,” fyodor scoffed and began to scribble something on the page. “i am a trained classical musician. composing is merely second-nature to someone like myself. why, i’m sure i have a melody coming along right--”

“fyodor.”

“yes?”

“you just wrote the letter g on the corner of the page and then started drawing random squiggles.”

fyodor looked down at his squiggled-over sheet music with a completely deadpan expression and stared at it for a good ten seconds. “i thought it was a g-clef,” he whispered to himself.

“do you... want me to help you to your room?” you asked softly. fyodor sniffed.

“yes please.”

...

when you headed out to his apartment earlier that morning, you didn’t expect to be taking care of a sick fyodor for the rest of the afternoon. for someone who always looked put-together and composed, fyodor was terrible at taking care of himself. even after coming down with the flu a few days ago, he still insisted on practicing the cello in his apartment. and, judging by the empty cans in the sink, you could tell that all he was eating was instant soup.

and, sick fyodor was kind of... whiny. it took a lot of convincing on your part for him to agree not to work on the compositions in bed, or practice his bowing. he complained about his pillows ‘not being plump enough’ and that his socks didn’t match (because he didn’t do the laundry).

“i don’t think i’ll even be able to sleep at this rate, y/n. my head is spinning but i’m not nearly tired enough to sleep. maybe i’ll drift off for just a bit but it won’t be that restful,” fyodor said, laying down on his not-plump pillows before he was out like a light five minutes after.

“drift off for just a bit, huh?” you chuckle slightly to yourself as you watch him. fyodor was curled up on his side, hugging one of the pillows with his blanket wrapped tightly around him.

you were definitely in a strange situation being in your crush’s house while he was sick in bed. there wasn’t really a need for you to stay; you could just leave some medicine on the nightstand and a note with instructions.

“mmm... key needs to be in e minor,” fyodor mumbled in his sleep before turning over on his side. you bit back a laugh for fear of waking him up.

‘what the heck? i’ll stay and make him some actual soup,’ you ultimately decided.

...

fyodor woke up to the smell of something delicious cooking, and that was something he rarely woke up to. aside from the fact that he could actually smell out of his currently unclogged nose, fyodor felt much better than he had been in a while.

‘y/n must still be here,’ was his next thought after waking up. and he must admit, that was very reassuring to know. fyodor didn’t have the best constitution and whenever flu season rolled around, he expected being sick for a length of time.

after wrapping the blanket around himself, fyodor curiously crept into the kitchen to find you standing over at the stove, stirring something in a pot while humming to yourself. there was a bag of groceries on the counter too. ‘did they... buy me food?’

he coughed slightly to get your attention.

“oh, fyodor. you’re up,” you turned around, smiling at him. “how are you feeling?”

“a bit... better,” he confessed, fully aware that he said all those things about not being asleep before embarrassingly falling asleep for two hours.

“great! soup’s going to be ready in a few minutes. if you freeze it you’ll have enough for a few days,” you added. “also bought some oranges. they should be good for you.”

“you... don’t really have to do this you know?” fyodor ended up blurting out, except it sounded a bit harsh. “i mean, i’m sure you went through all the trouble.”

“don’t worry about it,” you waved him off. “you’ve been working really hard so i get that you don’t think of yourself much. let me do this one thing for you as a friend,” you smiled.

“also, i’m genuinely concerned at the amount of canned soup you’ve been consuming.”

“canned soup isn’t that bad for you,” fyodor insisted.

“yeah, and i’m sure you enjoy that metallic aftertaste quite a lot,” you quipped. fyodor opened his mouth to retort something before closing it abruptly. the knowing smirk on your face only made him glance away. instead, he busied himself with retrieving the clean bowls, luckily there were two left, from the dishrack and setting them on the table. you were humming again while you turned off the stove before serving the soup.

“chicken noodle soup, huh?” fyodor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“a classic,” you shrugged with a smile. “it’s a secret family recipe too so it’s bound to get you to feel better.”

“you’re making it up, aren’t you?”

“yeah, i got it off the internet,” you giggled. fyodor chuckled and took a sip of the soup. it was deliciously hot and flavorful and best of all, the soup didn’t have a metallic aftertaste.

“after eating, you can take some of medicine that i bought in case you have a headache or body pain, as long as you didn’t take any four hours before.”

“what?” fyodor blinked at you.

“you know, don’t take the medicine within four hours of each other,” you explained slowly. “also it’s better that you drink some now that you’ve eaten.”

fyodor not-so vaguely recalled all those times he drank medicine on an empty stomach and feeling even more sick after. “i... was not aware of that,” he admitted. you sighed with your eyes closed.

“i’m amazed you’re still alive.”

...

“so, flu season struck the phantom of the opera, huh?” nikolai sighed after you told him about your weekend.

“yeah,” you nodded, remembering the sight of fyodor on the couch dressed in his pajamas with a blanket wrapped around him. that was going to be burned in your mind for a long time. “he’s... kind of terrible at taking care of himself.”

“that’s fyodor for you,” sigma added. the three of you had arrived at the backstage area of the theatre early and were busying yourselves with sorting through the various props that you had. “you know, one time he even went to a recital with a 39-degree fever. practically collapsed when he was off-stage.”

“i’ll one-up that story,” nikolai practically sprang off the box he was sitting on. “okay, so there was this one time i came over to fyodor’s’apartment while he was sick and he was so delirious he--”

“you guys do know that it’s rude to talk about people when they’re not there.”

the three of you practically spun around at the same time to find fyodor leaning against the doorframe of the backstage entrance with his arms crossed. he was looking way better than last time you saw him.

“fyodor,” sigma blinked, clearly stunned. “you’re... you’re here.”

“you’re alive!” nikolai cried dramatically, skipping over to fyodor and flinging his arms around fyodor who showed obvious discomfort.

“of course i am,” he scoffed. “thanks in part to y/n.”

hearing that made your face flush a bit. “i-it was nothing,” you stammered, dodging nikolai’s curious stare.

“anyway, i finished the compositions for the next scene,” fyodor strode forward, handing sigma a folder of sheet music and a flash drive. “let me know if it’s to your liking.”

“thank you. i’ve been having director’s block with that one. this should help,” sigma sighed gratefully. “i’ll give it a listen if you don’t mind.” and before you could say anything else, he scurried out to the stage area.

“and i’m going to leave for some arbitrary reason just so you two would have some alone time,” nikolai snickered at the indignant expression on your face before leaving you and fyodor alone backstage.

“oh, nikolai. always... funny,” you laughed nervously.

“indeed,” fyodor nodded. “i only have the vaguest idea of what’s been going on during rehearsals. i should probably come around more often.”

“oh, we understand that you’re busy and all. but you’ve already been helping a lot with composing the music so don’t sweat it if you feel like you haven’t been active,” you said.

“well, that’s not the only reason i want to come around more often,” fyodor’s eyes flickered up to meet yours and you felt your face heat up again. god, it was so much easier to talk to to him and joke around when he was sick with the flu.

“in any case, i’m glad you feel better now,” you cleared your throat. “i hope the soup helped.”

“it did. i was sad to see it run out,” fyodor chuckled. and before you could even consider what it was you were going to say, you went and blurted out:

“i could make it for you again.”

“oh?” fyodor’s eyebrows flew up and a smirk played on his lips.

“i-if you want to of course,” you stammered.

“i’d like that,” fyodor smiled, much to your surprise. “if you could update me on rehearsals and the play we’re doing, that would be great. how does friday sound?”

“friday sounds great.”

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red1culous · 4 years

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Written Desires

Once in a while the team had to busy themselves with duties outside of saving the world. Today happened to be one of those days. In fact today was one of those days that seemed to bleed into a whole 2 weeks. That’s how long Fury scheduled the Avenger’s road trip for. Currently the star coach tooting down a lonely stretch of road in the pitch black out in the middle of nowhere was filled with the sound of snoring superheroes. Everyone was asleep except for you. You and Natasha. Sat side by side. And the sounds of little gasps and moans.

“So you going to tell her or shall I?” Sam winks at you as he plonks himself in the window seat beside you.

“Don’t you dare! I will kill you” you shoot him a hard glare, “plus she’s the Black Widow and I’m the newbie so shut it before anyone hears” you whisper out the last few words through gritted teeth. “Shouldn’t you be sitting with the others?” you say as you chuck your rucksack into his lap and he grunts before saying, “you might have just joined the team but we’ve known each other forever so excuse me if I wanna make sure my friend settles in ok”.

He was right about that.

You and Sam had known each other for a long time. Well more like since Sam had fallen into your greenhouse when his Falcon wings malfunctioned. You ended up tending to his busted up lip and bruised ego. It was a good thing you were also starting out as an ER medic so you weren’t completely clueless about what to do when a large man falls from the sky literally into your lap. The night was spent patching Sam up and declining his advances towards you. It took him a few hours to realise why you weren’t interested but when the lightbulb came on he was thankful saying, “oh! You like the ladies! I can dig that!”

He was the one who rallied for you to start working in Shield. Without Sam you would never have become an official member of the Avengers. Even though you never actually qualified as a doctor you were smart and a fast learner. Even Dr Cho was impressed and when Sam approached Fury, Cho supported him wholeheartedly.

So here you were, joining the Avengers Roadshow. Part of Fury’s plan to get the support of the public. In his words, “show them the human side of the Avengers.” You were invited last minute because the appointed medical attendee came down with a nasty flu. Not that you were complaining. You were going to spend 2 whole weeks in close proximity to your crush, Natasha Romanoff.

Sam was the only one in the team who knew about your crush. He sensed something when he was showing you around the compound. He had brought you to the gym and there stood the infamous Black Widow, covered in sweat, her workout clothes drenched and clinging to every curve of her body. You swallowed hard and when Sam introduced you to her, you became a flustered stuttering mess. After the encounter Sam would not stop teasing you about it. He used every opportunity he could to get you to make a move on her but you were some kind of stubborn. Plus you were too shy for your own good.

“I’ll go if you promise to at least talk to her sometime during this trip” he bargains. “Jesus, fine Sam, I’ll say hi or something” you said. With that he was off your seat and joining the others at the front of the bus. You quickly busied yourself with your work completely missing the look Natasha was giving you and Sam.

There was nothing much for you to do during the road trip. You wondered why you were even here at all. So far all you had to deal with was a blister from Clint wearing sneakers a little too small for his feet. Other than that you felt kind of awkward so you started writing in your notebook when there was a lull in activities. Even when you joined the team for lunches in small diners along the road you would be more interested in jotting things down. You felt really out of place but you didn’t want to seem antisocial either.

It was almost 1.25am when you realised someone tapping you on the shoulder. You were writing in your notebook and the interruption startled you. It was even more startling when you noticed it was Natasha Romanoff standing there looking at you expectantly.

“Nata-I mean Ms. Romanoff are you ok?” you start to get up in a hurry dropping your notebook on the floor in the process. “I’m fine Y/N I just came over…” she trails off as she reaches for your book and manages to read a few lines before you quickly snatch it out of her hands. “I’m sorry Ms. Romanoff it’s just umm, personal stuff you really don’t wanna read that” you stutter after realising you just snatched something out of the Black Widow’s hands. She chuckles softly, “please call me Natasha.”

After staring at her dumbfounded for what feels like an eternity you croak out, your throat suddenly dry, “did you need some medical assistance? Are you hurt or something?” She makes to sit in the seat next to you and you let her.

“Or something…” she says softly, “I couldn’t sleep and noticed you were up too, so I decided to come see what you were doing” she considers you for a moment, “I hope that’s ok”. You smile brightly at her and relax a little into your seat, “yes! I mean yea sure that’s fine.”

The sky starts to glow a shade of crimson when you realise that you had been speaking to Natasha throughout the night. She’s trying to stifle her laughter with your blanket as you tell her something funny. When the laughter dies down she smiles at you, “so….you write poetry huh?”

You start to blush, “oh god you read it didn’t you? I should’ve known you’d be able to fast read faster than us mere mortals” you start to pull at the blanket to hide your face. Natasha finds this adorable, “sorry, I did read a few lines. Hey don’t be embarrassed they’re really good.” Your thank you is muffled as you speak from under the blanket. She reaches over the uncover your face, “I’d love to read more if you don’t mind?” she’s giving you puppy dog eyes and your last wall of resistance starts to crumble. You hand your notebook over to her and she takes it with a smile and starts reading from the very first page. “Crap you’re starting from the beginning?” you whine as you start to reenter your cave of shame. “Yes I am so you just keep quiet over there. I want to see what you’ve been so busy jotting down every day.”

By the time she’s reading the last page you’ve come out from under the covers and are looking at her. You notice every little twitch of her face and how her mouth moves slightly as she mouthes some words reading them to herself. She closes the notebook and lays it on her lap before looking at you resting her head on the head rest of her seat.

Under her intense stare you feel the heat rising to your face as you start to retrieve the book from her lap. She grabs your hand effectively stopping your movements.

She. Is. Holding. My. Hand.

Your brain seems to be on a death loop and you can’t think of anything else until she breaks you out of your stupor, “they’re beautiful, Y/N”

“Umm thanks…I just…you know…umm thanks” you sound like an idiot.

“Are you always this inarticulate or only around me?” she’s definitely teasing you now.

“Very funny, Romanoff” wtf is happening right now. You’re trying to play it cool but you’re almost certain your sweaty palms are giving you away.

“Who did you write them for?” she says, gently stroking your knuckles with her thumb.

“Just someone I used to know. She’s not…we’re not together anymore” your brain thankfully starts to work again.

“Would you write something like that for me?”

You blink at her a few times before saying, “you’d have to fall in love with me, break my heart and then leave me first”.

Did she just move closer to you?

“Well I can do the first part” she breathes, “but I don’t think I’m up to the second or third”.

Your heart has officially stopped beating and you can hear the blood pumping in your veins.

“Ok” you whisper.

“Ok? Or…ok” she definitely moved closer. She’s so close you can feel her hot breath on your face.

“Ok”

And with that she closes the gap between the both of you and gently kisses you. When she starts to deepen the kiss you move the hand she was once holding to the nape of her neck bringing her closer while she holds onto your waist squeezing slightly.

The both of you stop kissing when you hear Sam’s exaggerated cough. He’s wearing this toothy grin and if you weren’t so turned on by the women in front of you, you would’ve said something to him. Natasha pulls your attention back to her and smiles while throwing the blanket over both your heads. Clearly she wasn’t done with you yet.

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ivyglow · 4 years

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hey! can I request n. 4 with mat? I need a little fluff mat today

Hey!! I’m having fever since yesterday (😩) so I settled with Mat taking care of his sick girl. Hope you like it 💖

4. ”I miss sleeping with you”

Your body felt heavy and all you wanted to do was lay down and sleep until the end of the world, but you needed to go to work later. You already changed shifts in hopes that more time in bed would help, but it felt like it didn’t. Ellene, your friend, already called saying that you didn’t miss much from the class and she would send you her notes as soon as she had time, it felt like a huge rock was moved, but with work was different, your boss was cool enough to give you off days when midterms were close, and so the least you could do was be there every other possible day.

Besides the physical pain from the flu, you felt your heartache without your boyfriend.

The world always felt a little blue when Mathew wasn’t around, it was like he could pain it all in a new color with his scandalous laugh and his warm hug.

You’ve been dating Mat for 1 year now and have been friends with him from at least two. You met through mutual friends and hit it off quickly, he was funny and made sure to be around whenever he could. His constant travels were the reason why you guys didn’t get involved earlier, he was afraid you couldn’t handle him being away so much and he also felt insecure like maybe the time he had wasn’t enough for you. However, you two were good at talking, Mat knew how to handle your doubts and you knew how to read him.

The kettle whistled and you grabbed your tea mug, before heading to the couch again. You snuggled back on the pillows and comforter and tried to be swallowed by the dead silence. It was halfway through the tea when your body got relaxed enough to drift into a well-needed sleep.

You were woken up from your nap with wet traces on the face.

“Wakey wakey” his voice was far and for a moment you thought you might be dreaming, but as soon as your eyes took the dark locks and your nose felt his unique perfume you knew it was real.

“What- how- you were supposed to still be on the road” you started to sit and Mat chuckled, he looked tired as he usually did after long road trips with the team.

“Aren’t you happy to see your man, woman?!”

And that was exactly what you were talking about when you said he could color everything in with a brand new aura.

“I a-“ you started, nevertheless Barzal interrupted. “You’re kinda hot, you’re having a fever?!” His hands were fast to check on your neck and forehead before you could answer.

“I’m with the flu...” you mumbled. “Since the start of the week,” you figured it was the best told him considering he would figure it out anyway.

“What? Why you didn’t tell me? I would’ve been home sooner to take care of you.”

“I didn’t want to bother you, Barzy.”

“Babe, I’m literally your boyfriend.” He reasoned before gripping his own hair, a habit of his when he got worked up with something.

“I’m sorry,” you started feeling your throat close with a cry and before you could go any longer he shook his head moving closer and leaving a gentle kiss on the pout in your lips. “It’s ok, I’m here now, I’m not mad...just let me know next time ok? I’m here to help.”

Mat started to ask questions about how you were feeling and if you already took your medicine, if you ate or if you’ve been sleeping, and let’s just say he wasn’t much satisfied with the answers.

“Ok. So here’s what we’re gonna do,” he got up from his sitting position at the edge of the couch, “I’m going to run you a warm bath and while you’re there I’ll be cooking dinner and when we finish we’re going to lay down and rest for the rest of the day. Ok?”

“I have to go to work tonight...” You sighed.

“You’re not going to work like that.” Mat had this look on his face as if you were out of your mind. “I’m calling your boss to let her know you’re sick.”

“But, babe...” you started with a whine and it only took a look to know he was being serious and there was no way you would win that argument. You didn’t even have the energy to start one.

“Bath, dinner, and bed.” He told before dropping a small kiss on your temple and disappearing into the hallway.

You sighed but figured it was the best thing to do. So you took the warm bath and wore the clothes Mat himself picked up, one of his hoodies and fluffy sweatpants. You tried to eat his soup along with some crackers while he talked about the games in an attempt to take your mind off for a little. And when you both had finished Mat went for a ten minutes bath before joining you in bed.

“I miss sleeping with you,” he sighed burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You smiled wishing to morph into only one body with him.

“Me too, but I don’t want to get you sick, babe. I should sleep on the guest ro-“

“No way. I won’t get sick and if I did, fine, whatever, my body is most likely to heal faster than yours, I’m an athlete, remember?” His light tone gave life to a smile on your face. “I’ll take care of you, don’t fight me on this, ok?”

You turned to get a better look at his face and smiled.

“Ok, so we’ve got an athlete slash doctor here, eh?”

“Nah, we pretty much just got a lovesick man trying to take care of his girl.”

You chuckled but cut it short groaning when your head pounded. You knew it was a matter of very little time before you got better. You had a pretty good doctor around. “I love you,” you whispered before getting close to his warmth and drifting off in a much-needed sleep.

“I love you. Wake me up if you feel something ok?!”

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yoshichao · 3 years

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the Smashers and their Host - Chapter ??? Preview

Series: Super Smash Bros.

Characters: Reader, Literally Everyone In Super Smash Bros Ultimate

Summary: You’re an inter-dimensional being that owns a huge estate situated on the cusp of spacetime. You’ve been asked to rent out your mansion for the upcoming Super Smash Bros. tournament. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Reader-Insert, Romantic & Platonic Harem, Comedy, Fluff, No Smut

Read the fic here!

[hi a year ago i was writing a chapter about characters getting sick but then a pandemic happened, making this no longer as fun to write. as a result i’m not going to be posting this one for awhile... but i’m going to share the beginning portion of it anyways. hope you enjoy?]

"Room service!" you call out, peeking into the room with a friendly smile and a tray in your hands. Upon your arrival, Marth sits up in his bed and tries to offer a smile in return... but it is visibly weak, marred by puffy eyes and a flushed face.

"Well this is a pleasant surprise." The Altean prince's voice sounds different from what you're used to. It sounds like he has a stuffed nose... which he does, of course. "If anyone was to be bringing me soup, I would have expected it to be Peach."

You step fully into the room, nudging the door shut behind you with your hip before making your way over to the bed where the prince lies. "It was Peach's idea to make soup for everyone," you confirm, "but after we started delivering it to people, I think the full brunt of the illness hit her too and I told her to go lay down."

Upon discovering that over half the Smashers residing in your mansion had come down with a cold, you took it upon yourself to be a good host and play a part in helping everyone make a full recovery. Of course, having lived alone and illness-free for god-knows-how-long, you were a bit at a loss at what to do... and thankfully Peach was all-too-happy to lend a hand. You recall she seemed tired from the beginning but did her very best to hide it, and an hour and a cauldron of hot soup later, the exhaustion seemed to hit the princess all at once. It took some doing, but you eventually managed to convince her that you and the rest of the team could take it from there. She (and Samus, who was rooming with her while mansion repairs were still being done) was one of the first people you delivered to, and her warm, grateful smile was enough to convince you that you could do this. You can trek across the mansion for hours to deliver supplies to forty or so different people all day.

Even with your handy "shortcuts", it's more draining than you thought.

"Oh dear." Marth chuckles weakly at your explanation. "Thinking about it... for as long as we've been in Smash together, I don't think I've ever seen her fall ill before... I suppose I didn't even imagine it happening to her."

You have a feeling that Peach has gotten sick in the past - she is just very good at hiding it and powering through it. You're certain she would have continued doing that this time as well had you not convinced her otherwise. However, instead of saying any of this, you simply shrug while placing the tray on the bedside table.

"Well, she is a princess. You can't have royalty looking all unkempt and snotty - that wouldn't be right at all."

Marth needs a moment before he realizes… you are making a jab at him. The prince is flustered for a moment before he lets out a laugh, which you respond in turn with a cheeky grin.

“Do I look that bad?”

He is visibly unwell, but you feel inclined to soften the blow to his vanity. “Nah, I’m just teasing. Anything else you need before I go?” You can’t help but glance around Marth’s room under the guise of checking if anything in particular is missing. You respect your guests’ privacy, so you haven’t been in many of their rooms after the move-in - including Marth’s. His room is fairly plain and orderly - the only thing that really screams “Marth” in here is the mannequin that is adorned with his familiar Smash garb. Said mannequin also holds his sword, Falchion. You suppose storing an outfit with armour on it in this fashion is easier than trying to keep it in the closet or in a drawer. Though considering you don’t see any other articles of clothing lying about, perhaps the closet is just full?

...How many clothes does this guy have?

You’re curious now, but decide not to pry.

“Thank you, but I should be fine,” Marth replies, bringing your attention back to him. “You’ve done enough already. Merely visiting me was plenty - you’ve certainly been a sight for sore eyes.”

For a moment, you’re flustered… but then you remember this man is currently sick in bed. His thoughts are probably a bit jumbled and unfiltered. And really, who wouldn’t feel better knowing there was someone bringing them soup? Beauty comes from kindness and within, et cetera et cetera. All these excuses and more fill your head as you effortlessly wave away Marth’s silly words - you, a sight?! Ha ha! Why, isn’t that saying often used platonically as well? Yes? Maybe? You are drawing a blank.

You’re so lost in denial that you forget to respond aloud. Marth seems to take your silence and (unbeknownst to you) goofy smile the wrong(?) way and starts stammering out an apology, possibly growing even more embarrassed than you are.

“I-I didn’t mean… What I meant by that was… Well, it’s not that I didn’t mean it, but I mean, I find you… quite… um…”

“If you want a sight, next time you need something I’ll be sure to send in the cutest maid we have on staff,” you joke, easily shifting the conversation to more comfortable territory. Marth relaxes at the topic shift and chuckles lightly, still looking a bit embarrassed.

“I’ll never live that moment down, will I?”

“Nope!” Your first embarrassing encounter with any of the Smashers has been so diluted by increasingly hectic and bizarre moments that you find it more funny than embarrassing these days. Well, you say “these days” like it wasn’t just a couple weeks ago that that happened… So much has happened since then that it feels like it has almost been two whole years! Really, it feels like the tournament should have started by now. Crazy how time works like that, huh? Ha ha.

Anyways.

“Anyways,” you say aloud, not sure where that oddly guilty train of thought came from. It was almost like someone was trying to speak through you to express their feelings. But that’s ridiculous! Best not to think about it anymore. “I’ve got more soup deliveries to make, so if you need anything, just…”

Oh. Oh wait you don’t have a system in place for this, do you? And you’re pretty sure most of the Smashers don’t have cell phones… Gah, you knew you should have implemented an internal phone line! Maybe you can ask Master Hand to sneak it in there while doing mansion renovations for future needs. If you do it, you’d have to do it in every single room one by one, which sounds exhausting. You already have a lot on your plate today!

“Don’t worry,” Marth says, “it’s only a cold. If I need anything, I have enough strength to get it myself.”

You open your mouth to protest but… actually, he has a point. It’s not like anyone seems to be sick with the flu or anything. And most of the Smashers are adults - they are all perfectly capable of getting up and retrieving anything they may need or want. Well, R.I.P. to anyone staying on the top floor because you still don’t have an elevator, but… they can at least leave a message on the door or something. Whatever.

This is already proving to be a very good learning experience at how unsuitable your mansion is in its current state for hosting this many people. You’ll have enough experience and knowledge by the end of this that you could run a rental business in your realm if you wanted.

“Well, if anything changes and you start having trouble, just leave a note outside the door,” you decide definitively. Going door-to-door to check on people would be tiring (and you’d also risk disturbing people who are sleeping) - but taking a walk through the halls every couple hours to check for notes or whatever? Easy. Even your shortcut-less partners could manage that.

Speaking of your partners, you should really be getting a move on.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Marth replies, wordlessly giving you the go ahead to skedaddle on outta here. “Thank you again for this.”

And he gives you such a kind and warm smile despite his ailment that you are practically stumbling out of the door, unable to figure out why it feels like there are butterflies inside you.

...Helping people out is good. That’s all.

Shaking away the strange feelings this encounter brought, you pop yourself back into the kitchen, where you are instantly greeted with the smell of hot soup. The room is warm thanks to the literal cauldron y’all made a day’s worth of soup in with Peach’s help, which remains on perpetual heat. There are only two Smashers in the room right now: femme Robin, who is using a laddle to scoop the soup into bowls and prepare the trays for delivery, and R.O.B., who is just on his way out with a tray balanced on his metallic arms. He stops when he sees you appear from nothingness, staring silently at you for a moment before turning his head back to a neutral position and rolling out of the room. Shrugging off the encounter, you approach Robin and the table of food trays.

“A couple more down - how many are left?” You spot the stack of trays that haven’t been prepared yet, each with a Smasher’s name stickied onto them. “Oh. That’s how many…”

“You work a lot faster than the boys do,” Robin chuckles, her voice notably different-sounding than usual. You’re pretty sure she’s sick too, but unlike Peach, she hasn’t been overwhelmed by it yet and waves away any concerns you’ve thrown her way. “R.O.B. can only carry one order at a time, and the Pikmin keep spilling or dropping things… or eating it. Shulk is… well, I think the stairs are too much for him.”

“That’s understandable,” you chuckle. Yeah, your team is not the greatest for this job. But you’re still thankful for the help. “You are giving him orders for people on the lower floors though, right?”

Robin gives you A Look before gesturing to the soup and the pile of crackers and bread… among other world-specific foods that are apparently good to eat when sick. “Hey, I’m busy putting everything together here! I don’t have time to tell everyone where to go! Just pick up a tray and go, that’s what I’ve been saying.”

Oh geez, not even you’re completely familiar with the rooms that the Smashers chose for themselves. You can imagine Shulk having to search every floor just to find the name he’s been looking for is on the top… Thankfully Peach managed to round up any and all roommate scenarios before leaving to rest, or else this could be even more hectic.

“Fair enough,” you relent, unable to stop yourself from smiling at the others’ hardships. It is admittedly funny to think about, but you intend to work hard enough so no one tires themselves out at what would otherwise be an endless task. You’re hoping that after this first round, you’ll all have a break when you only have to deal with specific orders… until dinner time, of course. Then this chaos will begin again.

“Ugh, and no one has even delivered food to my poor, sweet Lucy yet!” Robin groans dramatically, hand to her head like she’s acting in a movie. “Here I am, selflessly toiling away for the sake of everyone else, while my only daughter continues to suffer! Oh, won’t somebody deliver this soup to her in my stead?”

“Uh… Yeah, sure, I could do that. Or if you’d want I could stay here while you--”

“Oh you will?!” Robin cuts you off before you can finish, grinning as she scoops up the tray with Lucina’s name taped onto it and forces it into your arms. “You’re a lifesaver! A knight in shining armour! I’m sure she will be SO happy to know someone as sweet as you is looking out for her…”

With an awkward (but amused) hum, you accept the tray and adjust it so you’ll be able to grab a couple more. Before you can start browsing the selection though, Robin starts coughing - first soft, but then she’s leaning over and hacking into her arm. Uh oh. “Robin, why don’t you go lie down? I think the rest of us can take care of things from here.”

“No no, I’m fine. Really,” she says, considerably less bombastic than before as she manages a smile. You can tell that it’s forced. “Someone has to prepare all this food and look after the kitchen!”

She’s… not exaggerating. Olimar’s Pikmin tend to sample the selection any time they’re in here to pick up another delivery. And then there was the one time Kirby came in today…

...Best not to think about that nightmare.

“Well… maybe you can at least take a break?” you suggest, not wanting her condition to get any worse via pushing herself too hard. You all may need the help, but… you’re sure you can manage! “There aren’t too many trays left to prepare--” Ten isn’t much, right? How much work could it possibly be to put food on a tray? “--and we could just have Shulk or R.O.B. watch the kitchen.” You’d volunteer yourself, but like Robin said, you kind of are the most efficient person on hand right now. Even Palutena has this cold - there’s no one with teleportation powers well enough to lend a hand.

Robin puts a hand to her face, clearly considering your offer. You notice how tired she looks now that she’s not overcompensating her energy to hide it. “Oh, but…”

“You could bring a tray with you,” you tempt. “Go lie down, eat, maybe read or watch a movie? Then maybe in an hour if you feel alright you can come back…?”

The tactician is silent, envisioning the possibilities you are proposing. Finally, she nods and steals a random tray, ripping off the name and sticking it on one of the empty ones. “Alright, you got me. I’m convinced. Say hi to Lucy for me, okay?!”

With a cheeky grin, she leaves the room with food in tow. Briefly you wonder if she had been looking for an excuse to go sit down for a while now…

After Robin is gone, you start browsing the trays so you can deliver more than one order in a single trip. Should you try for a bunch on the same floor as Lucina, or should you grab some for higher floors instead so your partners can catch a break? Just as you think you’ve made a decision, a certain Monado Boy enters the room with an empty food trolley.

“I ran into Robin on the way here,” Shulk says in lieu of a greeting. He looks tired, but devoid of any cold symptoms that everyone else seems to have. “She said she was taking a break but seemed rather… excited about it. I don’t suppose that means we’re down another member?”

“I guess we’ll find out if she comes back or not,” you chuckle. You’re pretty sure Robin is a fairly reliable person but… she can be rather sneaky about her true intentions. “Either way, I think we’ll be fine! We can do this!”

Your positivity is infectious; Shulk returns the smile, albeit weaker than yours. While you’re certain he’s probably just tired from running around so much to help people, you can’t help but ask him again:

“Hey, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re not sick too or anything?”

Shulk shakes his head. “I told you before, I don’t seem to have it. Really, I don’t feel sick at all.”

When you asked him earlier, he told you that he had a weird history of never getting sick at the same time as his friends. He just never seemed to catch the same bugs as them. His explanation for it was as good as yours - which was no explanation, because he doesn’t know how it happens either. Just luck and coincidence, probably. When you try to imagine Smashers with strong immune systems, Shulk would have never been at the top of the list. He just… he looks so frail! But you can’t fight the facts: he’s one of the only human Smashers who is still perfectly healthy right now.

“How about you?” Shulk asks, returning the question. “You haven’t started feeling sick, right?”

He must be worried that you are going to ditch him too. “Nope! Like I said earlier: I don’t get sick. Like, at all.” You honestly can’t remember the last time you had gotten sick. Certainly not since you “moved into” this world, which was… well, it’s been awhile! Assumedly, it’s just one of the many perks of who you are and the realm you live in. Regardless, it’s been long enough that you’re convinced that “virus immunity” is one of your many undefined abilities.

Unfortunately for you, “not being a clumsy fool” is not one of your cool superpowers.

“Oh no!” You let down your guard for just a moment and accidentally let the trays in your hands tip, dumping all the food and utensils onto the ground. Man, you’ve been doing so good today! Shulk helps you clean it up, but a certain issue remains.

"Ugh, what if specific foods were on those?" you bemoan aloud. "I can't remember what came from each tray…" And you don't know anyone's tastes well enough to remake them. Though you suppose you could just leave the soup plain… put a bit of everything on the side…

"Who were they for?"

"Lucina, Yoshi, and Villager."

"In that case, I think…" Shulk picks up a blue-and-white bag among the mess. "...this is for Villager."

This makes perfect sense. "Now for Yoshi… probably all the fruit?”

Shulk ponders for a second, then nods. This also makes perfect sense. The two of you put all the bananas, berries, and peppers onto Yoshi’s tray.

“That just leaves the soup for Lucina!” You grin and rush over to the still-warm soup pot and fill a new bowl. “That was easier than I thought.” You are pretty sure you didn’t make any mistakes whatsoever. Except… wait a minute.

“Didn’t I deliver this earlier?” At your query, Shulk glances over to the particular tray you’re pointing at. It’s labelled for Peach and Samus, but you’re certain that this was one of the first deliveries you made!

...Wasn’t it?

“Um.” Shulk seems just as puzzled as you were. “Honestly, I’m not sure…”

You try to reach further back into your memory, but it seems to get further and further the more you try. Today’s events have been a blur of chaos and confusion. “...I guess I’ll just do it again??” It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember doing it, if the tray is here then that means you have to deliver it! You pick up the tray and put it on your trolley, then start loading the trolley up with more and more trays until it’s full.

“Oops, I almost forgot…” You turn and look at Shulk, who is also loading up a trolley. “Shulk, can you take Lucina’s? Robin asked me to, but I’m out of space.”

The two of them seem like good friends anyways, you’re sure Lucina will be more happy to see Shulk than to see you.

“Sure thing.”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, you start pushing your food trolley out of the room. As soon as you’ve exited the kitchen, you warp to the second floor of the mansion. Static dances on your skin from the instant transmission, but you ignore it as you approach Peach’s room.

[hello again its me, this is the end of the preview. there wasn’t much to it and it ends on such a Nothing note but i hope you liked it regardless. one day this will end up in the fic, but not anytime soon i think lol. i hope you have a good day/night.]

#the smashers and their host #fanfiction #super smash bros fanfic #tsath #super smash bros #fanfic preview

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years

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notable moments from The Rundown Job

leverage 5.09

the HEART EYES in parker and eliot’s eyes as they watch hardison crack the code of the vault is my religion

- - - - -

Hardison: Kiss for luck?

Parker: Who needs luck?

confident baby

- - - - -

(Parker begins doing elaborate moves and turns to get through the lasers, quickly reaching the far wall)

Hardison: I never get tired of that

THE HANDSHAKE BETWEEN HARDISON AND ELIOT BC THEY LOVE THEIR BADASS GIRLFRIEND

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Parker (opens a case to reveal it is full of diamonds): Oh! Bup-bup.

(Eliot snaps at Parker to get her attention)

Hardison: Eight new schools. Okay, take care, sister Agnes. (hangs up)

(Parker closes the case and gives it to Eliot for mailing as Hardison dials the phone)

Hardison: Hey, Nate, we’re done in D.C. We’re flying back tomorrow. See you.

Parker: They’re so shiny. Couldn’t I have just kept one?

Hardison: Road to redemption, Parker. Just think how good it’s gonna feel when you get that Christmas card from those orphans. Hell, we may even get Eliot to smile.

parker deserves all the shiny things

“the road to redemption” THEY CHANGE TOGETHER

- - - - -

Riley: Why’d you quit, anyway? (pushes button again)

Eliot: Started running with some different people...

(Riley pushes button again but it doesn’t seem to be working)

Eliot: Like a hacker...

(Hardison enters room and nods. Riley pulls a gun from his drawer and shoots toward Eliot, but the gun is empty)

Eliot: And a thief.

(Parker taps on Riley’s head. He turns. She is holding the clip and a bullet from his gun)

Parker: Click. (tosses clip and bullet on table)

eliot “I started running with some different people” spencer loves his partners and I adore that with my whole (whole) heart

- - - - -

Eliot: Good night.

(Parker stuns Riley, who slumps on the desk)

I’m glad they’re enabling her tasering obsession

- - - - -

Eliot (checks his watch): I’m gonna keep her alive. You guys find a way to get her out of here.

Hardison: With what? I…

Eliot (walks away): You stole a Michelangelo with tinfoil and chewing gum. Figure it out!

eliot is like bitch please you’re smarter than this

- - - - -

the way the three of them back up to each other, covering their backs ,,,

- - - - -

Hardison: This is a violation of my constitutional rights.

Vance: You’re Alec Hardison. You cracked the Pentagon servers when you were 12. N.S.A. has a file on you a mile long.

Hardison: Do they? What do they say about me? I hope they gave me a cool nickname.

Vance: Parker here... No file on you, which is...

(Parker appears to be sleeping)

Vance: Is she asleep?

Eliot: She bores easy. What do you got on us?

hardison probably does have a cool nickname

also I LOVE how they still have no clue about parker

eliot being like “she bored easy” 🤷🏼‍♀️ the MARRIEDNESS

- - - - -

Hardison: Y-you’re talking about stopping a terrorist attack in an afternoon. We’d need all your intel.

Vance: That truck back at the crime scene... It’s an N.S.A. Mobile response intelligence unit–

Hardison: With the Schneier cryptography system and the j-dam satellite uplink? That... I know nothing about, ‘cause that would be treason and wrong. (to Vance) Are you for real

hardison: I wouldn’t know anything about that because that wouLd Be TrEaSoN

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Vance: So, you grab the truck... (moves to sit by Eliot) Hell... Your girlfriend’s already out of her cuffs.

(Parker sits up holding the handcuffs and tosses them to Vance)

...they didn’t deny that parker was eliot’s girlfriend. they didn’t bother to correct him because it is, in fact, true that she is both their girlfriends. in this essay I will-

- - - - -

Agent: No, I can’t let you in the truck.

Hardison: A gigabyte gone... your job, gone.

Agent: Security clearances.

Hardison: You’re not gonna let who...

Eliot: What are we, terrorists? Okay, that was my plan was to come here, show you a real badge that I somehow got, and then bring somebody crazy to break into a secure vehicle? We’re gonna move this down the block. He’s gonna spend about an hour doing spot-checks on databases. I showed you my badge. Man, here, take my badge. (tosses it to Agent) Call it in. I got to deal with this guy

it’s funny because it’s true

- - - - -

Hardison: It’s got every database... N.S.A., CIA, FBI. It’s got hard backdoors into most commercial systems, live feeds into every security camera on the grid. Man, if this wasn’t such a gross violation of our civil liberties, I would be in love right now.

they never stop calling out the government and I’m Here For It™

- - - - -

Parker: Where do we start?

Eliot: We start with getting you two on a plane out of here. You didn’t sign up for this. Trust me.

Hardison: And you? You’re going to handle this by yourself? Come on, she’s a lady, man. She needs the right touch. What you gonna do with your big punching hands... Punch the screens? No.

Parker: We agreed we all change. Better or worse, we change together.

Eliot (after a moment): What do they got on the gunman?

ELIOT JUST WANTS HIS PARTNERS SAFE

also,,, for better or worse, we change together??? BITCH THOSE ARE WEDDING VOWS

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Parker: Do you know why you bring a cooler full of ice to a robbery? No? I do. Everything we need to know is in that basement. I’ll drive.

Hardison: Hold on.

Eliot: Exactly.

Hardison: No, hold on. (holds on to table)

Eliot: Oh, you... oh, hell, man (sits down in chair across from Hardison. the van horn honks twice and eliot looks around, fumbling) No seat belts up in this thing- (looks at Hardison) d-do you got a seat belt?

Hardison: No, uh-uh, hold the wall (holds the wall)

eliot and hardison being exhausted boyfriends at parker’s reckless driving, I love this song

- - - - -

Parker: How do you lose track of a whole laboratory?

Eliot: There’s over 200 tons of uranium missing from the United States nuclear storage.

Hardison: The air force lost a hydrogen bomb off the coast of Georgia.

Eliot: Countries are big things, Parker. A lot of secrets slip through the cracks.

wow I love knowing these things and having to live with it

- - - - -

Hardison: The Spanish flu killed 50 million people during World War I, and now somebody’s got it. (opens door)

Parker: Look, we can do this. Just treat it like any another job.

Hardison: This isn’t just any other job.

Eliot: All right, all right. Stay focused.

Hardison: I focused! That bug in there killed 50 million people! 50! And that was when the population was lower.

Parker: Now?

Hardison: Now? 150 million people. 150 million dead. Hey, we’re thieves, man, and we’re good at what we do, but this is way, way out of our league. And you expect us to go catch some psycho with a city killer? A country killer?

Eliot: You scared?

Hardison: You’re damn right.

(Hardison turns to enter the truck but Eliot grabs his wrist, holding him back)

Eliot: I’m not. I got the best thief And the smartest guy I know chasing this guy.

(Hardison looks at Parker, but Eliot grabs his head and pulls him back)

Eliot: Hey, listen to me. You’re smartest man I’ve ever known, Hardison. I need that brain to get me to him. ‘Cause you know if I lay my hands on him, it’s done. Get me to him. (lets Hardison go)

tHe WaY hE gRaBs HaRdiSoN’S fACE

eliot knows hardison is spiraling but he also knows how to get him out of it because he knows hardison like the back of his hand and knows how to get through to him

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

- - - - -

there are so many good ot3 shots in this episode it brings me so much joy

- - - - -

parker climbs hardison like a T R E E to turn off that detonator as eliot provides counterbalance

- - - - -

Eliot: Did it work?

Hardison: I... I don’t know. I’m trying to get the phone speaker.

Vance (on phone): Move, move, move! Get to cover! Pull everyone back to the perimeter!

Eliot: Ohh! My boy! (hugs Hardison) That is what I’m talking about!

tHe HuG, yOuR hOnOR

- - - - -

they really be playing grand theft auto in this one

- - - - -

(Udall fires toward the trio and they dive for cover. Eliot and Parker look at each other and nod. Parker looks at Hardison)

Parker: For luck.

(Parker kisses Hardison, then she and Eliot nod at each other. Parker grabs the briefcase and runs off the train while Eliot runs toward Udall. Hardison goes after Parker, and Udall shoots Eliot in the leg. Eliot reaches Udall and punches him, knocking him out. Hardison continues after Parker, who stops and opens the briefcase)

F O R L U C K

also high key the look parker and eliot share? it had the same vibes as “we do the things that they can’t, won’t”

parker high key kissing hardison “for luck” but also kissing him because eliot can’t

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Hardison: Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do... that’ll do it. (he pulls her into his arms) Don’t do that to me. I can’t lose you. Do you understand? I can’t lose you. Don’t scare me like that.

Parker: Yeah.

Hardison: I can’t

he loves her so, so much

- - - - -

Vance: Promise you’ll at least consider working with us again.

Eliot: I work with them now.

Vance: Honor among thieves?

Eliot: Something like that. (walks away)

something like that,,, HE LOVES THEM, YOUR HONOR

- - - - -

Vance: World can always use some more good guys.

Parker: Yeah, well, too bad we’re the bad guys

smh, “sometimes the bad guys are the best good guys”

- - - - -

Parker: You’re shot. You should go to the hospital.

Eliot: I don’t do hospitals. (drops crutch)

Hardison: I told you. He takes getting shot very lightly

he drops his crutch to lean on parker and hardison THIS IS NOT A DRILL

- - - - -

after watching this episode, I agree with y’all wholeheartedly that this was an ot3 GOLDMINE

edit: also, notice how much is written in pink (the colorcode for ot3 notes and meta). like, more than half of it. because LITERALLY ALL OF THIS IS OT3 MATERIAL

#leverage #leverage 5.09 #leverage 5x09 #The Rundown Job #notable moments #mine #leverage season 5 #season 5

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dentistiny · 4 years

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Take Care of Me

Bucky Barnes One Shot

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Counts: 3254

Warnings: Abortion. Languange. Angst?

Summary: You and Bucky are best friends. And he supports you through a very hard decision.Some burried feelings come up to the sunlight.

A/N: Alright. This one was a little hard for me to write. I literally had to took several smoke breaks. Hope you enjoy anyway!

The drive from the clinic was silent. Bucky was focused on the road. He couldn’t really figure out what to say. He didn’t want to upset you more than you already are.

You didn’t feel like say anything. Part of you was gone forever. And you didn’t quite know how to feel about it.

Bucky and you knew each other since the day you started to work as a lawyer at the Stark Tower. It wasn’t like you were superhero’s lawyer it was quite opposite. You were looking for the pro-bono cases and getting paid by Mr. Stark. It was a win-win.

And the years passed by all those sleepless nights made you and Bucky best friends. And turns out he wasn’t just a cranky old man. He was funny, kind definitely a gentleman. At some point you even had a little crush on him but it was better not to mention this since you have a boyfriend at the moment.

He was such a supportive friend.

So, you couldn’t think of anyone but him about what you were going to.

When he found out you decided to get an abortion, he tried his best to not make it harder for you. Because he could see your struggle and how hard for you to talk about this. He didn’t ask questions about the things you try to avoid talking. Like what the hell is the father doing.

“Do you want anything from the market?” He asked as you were getting closer to the supermarket in your neighborhood.

“No. I just want to rest.” You look outside the window. You tried to convince yourself that you did nothing to be ashamed of. But you just couldn’t shake this feeling.

So, when you arrive home you throw yourself into sleep’s arms. And it took you so well.

Even though Bucky insists for you to sleep in your own bed you chose the couch. So, you could hear him around, and won’t feel lonely.

When you woke up you saw his muscular silhouette coming out of kitchen. He walked towards to you.

“Can you get up a little?” Bucky puts the hot plate on the table carefully. You take a deep breath as you straighten up your body. You immediately smell the food Bucky brought in.

“Am I smelling chicken soup?” You ask with a little smile. He was sitting on the table right next to the plate.

“Yeah, I did it myself.” He looked so proud of himself. You leaned your head back of the couch.

“You know I don’t have a flu, right?” Your smile widened when he rolled his eyes.

“And you know this soup is the only thing I can cook.” He was about to pick up the plate but stopped. “You’re very welcome by the way.” His sarcastic voice made you feel okay. Even though you were far away from okay.

“I can handle it, give it to me.” You tried to reach the plate, but an intense pain made you hissed and you couldn’t be able to move any longer. You closed your eyes not to cry. Or not to see the pity in Bucky’s eyes.

“How about you don’t act like an Amazon for one day? And I don’t feel completely useless. That’d be great.” You opened your eyes to look at him, why did you want to cry right now? Damn it.

“Useless would be the last word to describe you.” Your voice cracked.

“So, it’s on the list.” He sounded offended but you knew he was just messing around. “Your soup is getting cold. And I brought some painkillers.” You shook your head.

“It’s just cramps. I already took two of them anyway. They make me dizzy.”

He put the spoon in your mouth with such a focus as he murmured. “Whatever you want.” You frowned as you swallow it.

“Hmm, you are getting pretty good at it.”

His blue eyes light up.

“Right? I put my secret ingredient this time.” You raised your brows as you taste another full spoon of soup.

“I wonder what it would be.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I would tell you but then I might have to kill you. And I really don’t want to kill my best friend.”

“What if I promise not to tell anyone.”

“Even if they torture you to get this information from you?” He narrowed his eyes with such seriousness. You raised one of your eyebrows.

“I’m pretty though. I’ll take it to the grave with me.” You answered with the same tone.

He checked the room. Even though there’s no one else in the house apart from you two. You almost cracked but you didn’t. He got closer to you as you unconsciously mimic him. For a moment his eyes turned to your lips. He swallowed hard nothing. You didn’t notice. You never did.

“I put,” He licked his lips. “My love.” You hit him in the chest with your palm as you laughed. Pain in your lower abdomen slowed down your laughter but you kept your giggles.

“Fuck off!”

He smiled so widely his lips almost reached his ears.

“What? I can love!” He defended himself.

“I know you can. But I know what I heard when you were at the kitchen. All of the curses.”

“That’s exactly how I express my love!” He put his hand on his chest. It looked funny when Winter Soldier try to look innocent.

“Okay. No more jokes because I am in pain.” You slowly lay down on the couch. He didn’t wait a second to get up and help you. He fixed the pillows under your head.

“You will stay here tonight, right?” You hesitated when you asked.

“Of course, I will Y/N.” He lowered himself to make an eye contact with you. “I mean, unless you don’t want me to-“

“Can we watch Finding Nemo?” He pressed his lips together. You’ve been friends long enough with Bucky to know that was your safe movie. You rarely had your vulnerable moments. But when you do, you run to this movie. For some reason things become a little better when it’s done.

“Do you want popcorn?” He asked as he got up. He took the empty plate off the table.

“No.” You pout like a spoiled kid.

“Hot chocolate?” He tried again.

“Okay.” You said like it wasn’t a big deal.

But it was. He left your sight as he stepped into the kitchen.

It felt nice to taken care of. That was something you failed to do. Most recently, to be honest. When the tears rush into your eyes again you puffed a breath out.

“You made the right decision.”

You whispered yourself but the moment you closed your eyes a single teardrop run through your side of your eye. It found its way through your temple and got lost in your hair. Somehow that single drop managed to drown you.

You sighed and wiped them away quickly. You didn’t want Bucky to see you like this. You were already a mess.

It took a few minutes to calm yourself. And the timing was perfect when Bucky come back with two cups.

“Here’s your order, ma’am.” You tried to smile.

“Thanks.” Your voice was weak. Like you. He put the cups on the table and opened the movie on the TV. Then he sat on the floor right in front of you. You took a sip of you hot chocolate. It tasted like heaven.

“You good?” He checked on you before settling down. “Need anything?”

“I am okay.” You smiled at him. When the movie started you, both watched it silently. Your one hand was on your stomach. The other was stroking his hair. You couldn’t pay attention to the screen.

“Bucky?”

“Hm?” he slightly turned his head to you. Like he didn’t want to lose your touch.

“Thank you.”

“Sure.” He assured you like it wasn’t important. “It’s just a hot chocolate.”

“I don’t mean that. I mean thanks for being there for me today. For driving me home from clinic and taking care of me. For not letting me do this alone. It means a lot.”

He turned fully to you. And took your hand in his.

“I can’t imagine the otherwise. Of course, I have to be there for you. You’ve been there for me like a million times.”

“And thank you for not judging.” You sniffed as you started to cry again.

“Y/N,” He reached to your face put his hand against your cheek. He gently touched you with his thumb. “I would never.” He looked right into your soul. He had so many things to say to you. He has them almost the first day he met you. But he kept silent. Like now.

“Did he call?” you asked with such a desperate voice. Bucky opened his mouth then shut it. He smiled.

“I haven’t checked the phone for a few hours now, actually.” You knew he was lying.

“Buck.”

“No, he didn’t. Sorry.” You chuckled.

“You shouldn’t be sorry. You are not the one who knocked me up and then ask for me to get an abortion.” He looked confused. You couldn’t stop your little laughter. “I mean he told me that he was busy today, but a message wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?”

Bucky wasn’t holding your hand anymore.

“Y/N, are you-“

“It’s okay. It’s fine. Shitty things happen. It’ll get better since the baby is out of the frame.” Your breathes become irregular. Now you feel like someone was chocking you.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, let’s just breathe okay? Good, just try to calm down.”

You mimicked his movements as your lungs filled with the air again.

“Better?” His gaze was concerned. You nodded. “Okay. Now, can you tell me what really happened?”

“We didn’t plan to have a baby. That’s all.”

You wiped the tears with back of your hand.

“But did you want it when you found out you’re having one?” there was knot growing inside your throat. You weren’t able to talk. “Did he force you to do this?” You could see he was getting angry. That was the last thing you wanted. So, you shook your head.

“He didn’t force me.” You said in such a disguct. “We- That was- We talked about it. It was our decision.” You lied. And he knew.

“Y/N.” You look away. It was too much. You felt ashamed. “Look at me.” You change your gaze at him. “It’s okay.” He assured you with his soft eyes.

“How can I willingly give up on my baby?” For a solid moment he studied your expression, your desperate gaze.

His head fell down with a curse.

“Fuck.” You thought he was mad at you.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry.” You broke down. He immediately got up and hold you in his arms.

“No, no, no. Don’t say that.” You hold onto his shirt with your fists as you were sobbing. “I wish you told me before. But don’t feel guilty, you did what you think was right. It’s okay.”

“I am a terrible person.”

“You are the best person I have ever known. That asshole is just absolute fucking worst. Put the blame on him.” Your sighs slowed down. “At least he won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“What do you mean?” You put a little distance between you and him.

“Since you broke up with him.” He said like pointing out such an obvious fact.

“I didn’t.” You said while he slowly let you go. You wiped the tears on your cheeks with the back of your hand. “What makes you think that we broke up?”

“Are you kidding me?” He looks like he is about to lose his mind. “Well first of all, he didn’t even bother to show up even though he made you get an abortion!” His voice raised.

“He was busy!” You defended your boyfriend. Bucky chuckled at your answer.

“And why would I leave him after I got an abortion for him?” He run his hands through his face.

“Why would you do that in the first place anyway?” He was genuine with this question. He never understood why you were with that piece of shit.

“Because I love him! And that means sacrifice!” Now you were shouting too.

“Oh God! That’s not love!” He looked disgusted.

“So far with not judging, huh? How would you know about love anyway?” He laughed at your words. But the vein on his neck was popping.

“Right? How would I know? Well. Let me try.” He took a deep breath before speaking again. “It must include a drive to the clinic and back home. I think it’s making a fucking soup even though you hate the smell. I think it’s watching her to be with some fucking disaster and not be able to say a word about it. Because you are too afraid to ruin your friendship with her. So, you stay silent for years and accept any kind of love from her!” All these words he spoke, didn’t make any sense to you at first.

“You know what I think it is? When you told me that he didn’t want the baby, but you did, that the first thing that come to my mind to be the father of that child if you would only asked.” His hands fell down his sides. “Accepting you with your everything. That’s what love is.”

Your bottom lip was shaking, and your movements were heavy.

“Wh-“You cleared your throat. He was rubbing his forehead. “What do you mean?”

“I am fucking in love with you, that’s what it means.”

His voice was no longer loud or angry. It was exhausted. He was exhausted from loving for so long and so hard.

“No, you are not.” He ignored your denial.

“But you are stuck with him.” He said in the saddest tone you’ve ever heard. He looked at you to see your face, but you were facing with the floor. He shook his head and took his jacket from the sofa. You saw him leaving.

“Bucky?” He didn’t stop.

You stood up and followed him through the hallway.

“Where are you going?” He didn’t answer. Not even you went after him to the door. He just slammed it to your face. You didn’t find the strength to open it up again. You just put your forehead against it as you try to bring yourself back together.

How could you be so blind? How could take your shot with some asshole just because you thought Bucky would never love you the way that you loved him. How you could let your heart break over and over again. And break his heart with your blindness.

Of course, you had feelings for him. More than a friend. It would be impossible to be around Bucky Barnes and not to caught up by strong feelings. Not when he came back from his missions all dirty and tired, but he always smile. Always smiled at you when he saw you.

Anytime you call he would pick up the phone. And if you need him, he would be there. He would listen, try to find solutions to your problems.

Bucky never likes to someone to touch him. But he would always let you.

He would always hold you.

Such a stupid woman.

You walked back to your living room. That stupid movie was still running. You found the remote to pause it. You took the cups from the table they were still half full. You made your way to the kitchen and you washed the dishes despite to your cramps.

You felt like you deserved this pain. So, you embraced it.

When you were done you go back to the room and sat on the couch. You watched the frozen frame on the screen. You just looked at it for two hours.

You didn’t look away when you heard the click on the door. Or when the door shut quietly. Or when Bucky throw his heavy body next to you.

Okay, maybe that moment you looked at him with the corner of your eye. He didn’t say anything.

“I paused it so when you get back, we could keep watching.” He sighed as he reached for the remote. Pressed the play button. Neither of you said anything next fifteen minutes.

“I am sorry for leaving.” You fought with yourself not to look at him. He was calmer. “And for the things that I said. It wasn’t my place to say those things.” He took a break to put together the words he was about to say. “And I was being unfair when I opened up about my-“ He tried to find the right thing. “Feelings.”

“I didn’t want to be alone.” You admitted. “I wanted to be loved.” You turned your eyes to your hands. “I needed to be loved because I believed you could never love me back.”

Bucky clenched his jaw. He knew he was too late to win you. He wanted to punch himself in the face.

“I didn’t want him to leave me.” You tucked your hair behind your ear. “My cowardness cost me my baby and you.”

“You must think very low of me.”

Your nose was burning. Your eyes were burning. Your chest was burning. Everything was on fire. Then Bucky touched your face with his metal hand. That was better. He made you look at him.

“I am sorry.” You whispered like pray. “I am a mess.”

“That makes two of us.” His velvet voice strokes your skin. You lean your body to him. Your back fits perfectly to his chest. He holds you after he put a kiss between your hair. His scent filled your lungs and left you breathless somehow for a second. Even though movie kept running you closed your eyes.

“He called. Asked if you were okay, said he’ll be here in the morning. With breakfast.” He said with the most monotone voice you’ve ever heard. You simply nodded.

Bucky wanted to beg you to leave him. He wanted to get on his knees and cry on your lap to be with him. He would never reject anything or anyone coming from you. He would love you the way you needed. He would never leave you alone or make you feel like you are. He would watch this stupid movie with you thousands times. He wanted to let you know all of this.

But he knew that you already know. But choose to not to say anything about it. So, he stayed silent.

You knew before he came Bucky would leave. But you had no idea what will happen the two of you from now on. After all the confessions, could you still be friends? How could you bring your boyfriend to the dinners or parties? How could you attend at the game nights or movie nights?

This night could be last night you and Bucky share together. Just the two of you.

So, you got closer to him. Make sure to remember his scent. His warmth.

He did the same as well. He holds you a little bit tighter.

Even after the screen went black. Even after you fell asleep. Even after the sun rises to the room.

But he had to let you go.

So, he did.

Little did he know he left part of his heart too.

Or you kept your tears until he’s gone.

#fanfic #buckybarnes #friends #mcu #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #myfics

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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I can’t think of a good title, so I’m not gonna give this a title.

A little while ago, I got in a major mood for my Stay-at-Home Stan AU (my AU where Stan becomes a stay-at-home dad), to the point that I wanted to write a thing for it, but couldn’t think of one. Luckily, @bluestuffeh came up with a premise. So, here’s Stan, the legendary stay-at-home dad, helping Ford, the legendary mess, with a parenting problem.

Enjoy.

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Stan strolled into the house, whistling. He dropped his keys in the bowl by the door.

Well, this is what life is gonna be like when the girls finally start school. His hands on his hips, he looked around the living room. Danny and Daisy had just been dropped off at some summer program being thrown by the local library. They were finally old enough to do the activities alone, so Stan was trying to get used to spending the day at home on his own. After all, they would be starting kindergarten in the fall.

“What am I supposed to do?” Stan muttered to himself.

It’s been so long since I did something other than take care of them. I forgot what I can do with free time. Stan frowned thoughtfully. Hobbies are a thing, right? I haven’t been able to have hobbies for five years. What did I like before I became a dad? I know there was at least one thing.

“You could always do some cleaning,” Angie’s voice said in the back of Stan’s mind. Stan thought on that for a moment.

Nah. Trying to remember what hobbies I have is better. Before Stan could spend any more time thinking, the phone rang. He sighed in relief. Good. Coming up with hobbies sucks. He walked over to the phone.

“McGucket residence,” he said, picking up the phone. “Stan speaking.”

“Stanley, good, I- I need your help,” Ford’s voice said desperately. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What did you do this time?”

“Nothing!”

“Really? The last two times you needed my help, it was ‘cause ya made a deal with a demon or weren’t observing proper lab safety.”

“I disagree with Angie’s assessment of my behavior in the lab.”

“She’s got a PhD, too, Ford. And I trust her a bit more with science, since she’s never grown wings.”

“Despite you calling her your angel,” Ford muttered. Stan flushed. During his last visit, Ford had overheard Stan trying out new pet names for Angie. And he refused to let Stan live it down.

“All right, guess ya don’t need my help, then,” Stan said briskly.

“No, wait! I- I really do,” Ford said quickly. “But it’s not because of something affecting me. It’s Tate.” That got Stan’s attention. He straightened.

“Did another supernatural whatsit try to adopt him?” he asked.

“No, he’s sick.”

“Okay. What’s he sick with?”

“He claims it’s the flu, but his symptoms don’t align with influenza.” Ford’s panic was evident in his voice. Stan could picture Ford running his hands through his hair, practically pulling it out in distress. “He also says he’s had it before! Stanley, what’s-”

“Geez, Sixer, calm down,” Stan said, exasperated. “Kids get sick all the time. Don’t you remember how often we puked our guts up when we were Tate’s age?”

“Um. Yes?”

“Look, it’s probably nothing. Just ask Fidds what to do.”

“He’s not here.”

“Where is he?”

“A conference.” Ford’s voice rose in pitch. “Stanley, it’s the first time I’ve been left in charge of Tate on my own!”

“Really?” Stan asked. “He’s lived in Gravity Falls with you and Fidds for a year.” Ford spluttered for a few moments.

“I- his ex-step-mother doesn’t have much faith in my childcare abilities, and she still has partial custody of him, so legally she has a say in who watches him.”

“Right.” Stan rubbed his forehead. “Jenny still hates your guts, huh?”

“Unfortunately, yes. Stanley, I don’t know what to do, what if Tate’s seriously ill? He’s clearly delirious if he’s claiming he has influenza and he’s vomiting,” Ford said in a rush. Stan raised an eyebrow.

“He’s puking?”

“Yes! I know we vomited as children, but-”

“Ford. He doesn’t have the actual flu.”

“Of course not, his symptoms-”

“He’s got stomach flu.”

“…What?” Ford asked, dumbfounded. Stan leaned against the wall, playing with the phone cord.

“Stomach flu. The girls had it last year. I’ve seen some messes, but twin toddlers exploding from both ends? Might have been the worst.”

“What’s a stomach flu?”

“You-” Stan kneaded his forehead. “How do you not know what the stomach flu is? You’ve got a doctorate!”

“Not in medicine!”

“Yeah, but-” Stan huffed. “You’re falling into that trap of having so much education you forgot the basics.”

“Pardon?”

“Angie does it sometimes. She says that because she’s learned so much in her specialty, she sometimes forgets the things people first learn.” Stan adjusted his position. “Anyways, stomach flu is called…I forget the science word for it. It’s not the actual flu, it’s an infection of your digestive tract. Or something like that.” Stan frowned. “Uh, the girls had…I think it’s called a rotavirus. Most adults aren’t very vulnerable to it, but kids get them a lot. Could be what Tate has. If it is, all ya gotta do is manage his symptoms and wait for him to get better on his own.” Ford was silent for a moment.

“How do you know so much about this?” he asked quietly.

“Whenever anyone in her family gets sick, Angie goes nuts researching the illness.” Stan sighed. “It always makes her more paranoid, so I don’t really like it.”

“Why do you let her do it?”

“I can’t ‘let’ my wife do anything, Stanford.” Stan stretched. “It’s not super harmful for her to do, so I just complain a bit. She usually backs off once she realizes what she’s doing. Anyways, when the girls got their stomach bug, she rattled off all sortsa stuff about it. Even while she was sleeping.”

“She’s a sleeptalker?”

“Yeah.” Stan grinned. “It’s somethin’ else when someone who’s dead asleep is giving you a science lecture.”

“Hmm.” Ford cleared his throat. “So, this is likely a viral intestinal infection?”

“Probably.”

“So there’s no reason for me to take him to the emergency room?”

“Sweet Moses, Ford, no! Don’t do that!” Stan yelped.

“Wh-”

“You’ll just run up a bill and the docs ‘ll send ya away with Pepto-Bismol. Not to mention, shit sometimes goes down at ERs. Just keep him home and make sure he drinks plenty of fluids. Make him soup, give him juice and water. Has he had the Hershey squirts yet?” Stan asked. Ford let out a long-suffering sigh.

“No, Tate has not had any diarrhea.”

“He probably will. Be prepared for that.”

“Great,” Ford mumbled. “…Thank you, Stanley.”

“No problem, Sixer.” Stan chewed on his lip. “Next time-”

“Next time?!”

“Ford, I literally told you five minutes ago that kids get sick all the time. Kids are germ factories that play with other germ factories and don’t know not to eat dirt.”

“I knew not to eat dirt,” Ford muttered.

“Well, not all kids do. Tate’s gonna get sick again. And again. And again. Part of being a parent is dealing with that. Calmly. You can’t act like the world’s ending every time Tate pukes. Take it in stride. Give him some 7-Up and crackers, let him lay down and watch TV, and just keep an eye on him. Nine times outta ten, kids puke once and then they’re fine.”

“What if Tate gets worse?”

“Then you take him to see the doc. But you don’t make a big deal outta it. Kids pick up on how grownups act. If a grownup is panicking, kids are gonna panic, too. Even if you wanna scream, you keep it to yourself.” Ford was silent.

“I feel I’ve become a fool, Stanley,” he said after a moment.

“Nah. You’re just a first-time parent. You think I was this good at being a dad when I started out? No! I freaked out all the time! You get used to it. And if you feel like you’re doing something wrong, you can always call me. The girls are doing a thing at the library all summer, so I’m home alone during the day.” Stan grinned. “I kinda like telling my genius brother things he didn’t know, anyways.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Ford said. Stan could hear the eye roll in Ford’s voice. “I…I really do appreciate that, though. Fiddleford will be gone for a few more days. I’ve prepared as best as I can, but-”

“Kids torpedo all your plans,” Stan said, nodding.

“Yes.”

“Now that you’ve calmed down a bit, you should probably go check on Tate. Make sure you set him up near a bathroom and make him some soup. Tate likes the canned cream of chicken.”

“I believe we have some of that in the kitchen.”

“Warm it up for him, then. And get off the phone. I’ll help you with big things, but I’m not gonna hold your hand for this part. You know how to take care of a stomach bug.”

“…Yes, I do.” Ford chuckled softly. “Suddenly, I can recall all of the times we became sick with clarity.”

“Yep. Panicking makes you ignore things sometimes.”

“You are correct.” Ford took a breath. “Thank you, again.”

“No problem. Go take care of your kid.”

“I will. Goodbye.”

“Bye.” Stan hung up the phone. He looked up at the ceiling blankly for a few minutes, wistfully remembering some of Danny and Daisy’s firsts. After a while, he broke free of the memories. He was glad to have had those moments with his daughters, but he was also glad they were in the past. Panicked phone calls to Angie’s parents weren’t something he missed. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“So…what hobbies do dads have?”

#I've said it before and I'll say it again: dad Stan is best Stan #DAD STAN IS BEST STAN HE'S SO QUALITY #that man was MEANT to be a dad #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Stay at Home Stan AU #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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Duck Tales

“You… What?”

“… Said I would watch this duck?” Zach cringed.

“A rubber duck? Donald Duck? What duck?” Kurt’s eyes widened.

“Uhm… this duck?” Zach pulled a baby duckling out of his hoodie pocket.

“That’s a real duck!” Nick exclaimed, falling out of his seat at the kitchen table because he was laughing so hard. “Oh my God!”

“Oh my God. It’s so cuuuute.” Blaine rushed over. “Can I hold it?”

“Blaine! No! You’re the parent!” Kurt snapped. “You can’t just… bring ducks into this house. I mean, what if it has diseases? What if it ruins the furniture?”

“Yeah.” Zach reached into his hoodie, pulling out another one. “They’re obviously riddled with Duck Fever.”

“His hoodie is like a magician’s hat.” Nick literally fell over into a laying position. “Oh my God. This is the best day of my life. I can’t breathe.”

“Zachary!”

“I’m so sorry.” Zach handed the first one to Blaine and pulled out a third one.

Nick, who was still on the floor but had sat up, burst into hysterical laughter again.

“There better not be— Don’t you hand that off to your brother. No.” Kurt stared at his son.

“Aw, it’s cute.” Nick said, wiping tears from his laughter off his cheek. “Does it quack yet?”

“Zachary.”

“There’s… five? I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

“FIVE?!”

“I didn’t know it until this moment, but I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.” Blaine held the duck to his face. “It’s so soft.”

“What? Is it like a magic duck hoodie? Like you’re going to keep pulling them out?” Nick gasped out, taking hold of another one. “This is the best day of my life.”

“Zach, you can’t just watch five baby ducks.” Kurt said calmly.

“Ducklings, Daddy.” Nick said, kissing one of the baby ducks. “I’m going to explode from the happy. The happiness is going to explode me. Rest in peace, former self. I have found my new calling— duck mother.”

“Do you want to hold one? Look at how cute he is! She is? I’m not sure.” Zach forced a smile, one of each remaining ducks in each hand.

“No! This is worse than the almost dead squirrel when you were eight! Oh my God!” Kurt’s attempt at being calm flew out the window—or, in this case, waddled.

“Rest in peace, He Who Keeps All The Ducks.” Nick said from the floor. He sat both ducklings on his stomach and they huddled together. “I’m going to cry. Does this make me a mother duck?”

“Mother Goose!” Blaine exclaimed, looking at his duck. “Can we say one died and keep it?”

“YES! Or we can say they all died and keep them all!” Nick gasped. “This one’s name is Donald. This one’s name is Plucky Duck… I’m calling him Plucky Ducky!”

“Nicholas! Blaine!”

“There’s a difference between a duck and a goose, Dad!” Zach exclaimed as Kurt glared at his father. “You know, we’ve got Kris’ kiddie pool and, well… they already left for Tennessee so there really isn’t much you can say… So, sorry?”

“Not only do we have a stray child but know we have stray baby ducks.” Blaine shook his head, laughing. “This is so much better than I thought parenting would be.”

“Ducklings?” Nick offered from the floor, sitting his two on the floor.

“If you pull a full grown duck out of your hoodie, I swear to God—” Kurt trailed off when Sophie and Sarah walked in.

“OHMYGODIT’SDUCKLINGSOHMYGOD!” Sarah dropped down by Nick, touching one’s head. “Oh my God. It chirps. You’ll quack soon, Donald.”

“HOWDIDYOUKNOWHISNAMEWASDONALD? Sarah, I know you’re dating Zach but just marry me.” Nick said. “You are perfect.”

“Hey!” Zach glared at him.

“She was my friend first.” Nick shrugged. “Finders keepers.”

“I gave her a monkey pencil hugger in kindergarten.” Zach huffed. “You gave her the flu.”

“Oh my God. They’re perfect for each other. She loves animals as much as he does.” Kurt literally covered his face with his hand. He then let out a muffled, “Why is this my life?”

“They would have died if they were left alone for five days. What do you want me to do?” Zach said, trying very hard to not think about how perfect Sarah was. Because totally not the time. Even if they were perfect for each other.

“You know what? I don’t even know what to do with you. A cat, a squirrel, am opossum, a bat, and now five baby ducks?! Not to mention the lizard egg that was a snake egg. I know that you knew it was a snake egg, Zachary.” Kurt threw his hands in the air. “You won’t even have anyone with you. Blaine and I will be at the fashion show. Nick will be at Ryan’s—which is code for something I probably don’t even want to know. Sophie is going to be at Megan’s.”

“I’ll be here!” Sarah went to Zach. “Can I hold one? Nick won’t share.”

“That’s rude.” Zach gave Nick a look.

“I’m Mother Goose. Don’t judge me.” Nick protectively put his hand over both ducklings. “It’s okay. They won’t steal you away.”

“Twins, Blaine! Twin boys, Blaine!”

“Yeah, yeah. You wanted two girls—one from each of you. Blah de blah.” Nick said.

“You really can’t tell Bob things anymore, Blaine.” Kurt sighed.

“It’s too late. Plus he—”

“Knows all.” Zach, Nick, and Sophie chorused.

“So do they.” Blaine mock gasped.

“Blaine, this isn’t a joke. He’s turning his bedroom into a zoo.”

“Actually, everything would have to be enclosed and displayed to the public. Sarah is the only one that comes in my room.” Zach shrugged. “The requirement of zoo is to be displayed to the public.”

Kurt gave Zach the look.

“Wait.” Sophie interrupted. “You’re telling me that Zach gets to stay alone pretty much until two in the morning with Sarah? You won’t even let Logan into my bedroom without the door being open.”

“Yeah. That’s rude.” Nick scoffed, still laying on the floor with his ducklings.

“You two did not think this through very well.” Sophie singsonged. “They’re going to have seeeex.”

Sarah looked up from her duck quickly and then glanced at Zach.

“This keeps getting better. Zach, you are my best friend and not just because of the twin thing.” Nick said. “Mainly because anything I do wrong this weekend will not be as bad as this. Ducks and stuck alone with your girlfriend where you will get to have sex.”

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other.

It would be fine, though. Zach was the responsible one… and Sarah was very responsible too.

Surely Zach was still a virgin.

“Honestly, you all should be praising me. These baby ducks would die without me. Do you want that on your conscience? Because I don’t. I will gather my baby ducks and go to my duck cave.” Zach stood up, putting the two ducks he was holding into his hoodie pocket and reaching for the two that Nick and Sarah had. He was very smartly choosing to not address the sex comment.

“If you all had told me there would be ducks, I would not have wanted to stay with Megan. This isn’t fair. The boys get all the fun.” Sophie sighed. “Can I stay home?”

“No.” Kurt and Blaine said together.

“Fine, fine. But you all suck.”

Zach went to Blaine. “Give me my duck child.”

“But it likes me.”

“Dad.”

Blaine sighed and carefully handed it over.

“Can I pet one?” Sophie went to him, pouting. “I didn’t get the chance.”

“Yes.” Zach held his hand out.

“OhmyGodit’ssocuteandsoft!” Sophie said in one breath.

“Next it will be a giraffe. I swear. You and Zach, Blaine.”

“The Bronx zoo actually just got a new one—” Zach trailed off seeing Kurt’s facial expression.

“This isn’t funny. You know you shouldn’t have done this.” Kurt sighed.

Zach raised the baby duck to his own face and said, “Doesn’t he even look like me?”

Nick burst into laughter again.

“You are way too happy, Nicky.” Kurt said. “What are you and Ryan going to do this weekend?”

Nick shrugged both shoulders. “Not try to meet up with girls.”

“Which means meet up with girls.” Sophie chirped.

“Mmmkay. Bye guys.” Zach said, leaving the room. He then yelled, “Nick, can you bring Kris’ kiddie pool upstairs?”

“For what?” Nick called since Zach was already halfway up the stairs.

“The ducks. Duh…ck. Get it?” Zach called back.

“Twins.” Kurt sighed. “Bye, Zach! I love you even though I want to kill you!”

“You too!” Zach called down. They then heard him say, “Oh no. Where are you going? Please don’t eat that.”

“If we don’t go now, I’m not leaving.” Kurt said to Blaine as Nick carried the kiddie pool in and up the stairs.

Blaine tried his hardest to maintain a straight face but failed miserably— mainly because of Kurt’s facial expression. Nick was four steps up before he burst into loud laughter.

“I’m glad you’re so amused.” Kurt sighed. “Soph, get your bag and come on. We’re dropping you off on the way.”

Kurt waited for Nick to come downstairs and hugged him. “I usually say to not do anything Zach wouldn’t do but…”

Nick grinned. “No worries there.”

Kurt gave Sarah a hug too and said, “I apologize for whatever you endure tonight… but please don’t get pregnant.”

“I’ll… do my best?”

Nick snorted loudly, pulling away from Blaine.

“Matt’s going to pick Kris up in an hour. Everything is already packed up and he’s sleeping.” Kurt told him.

Nick gave him a thumb’s up.

“Please just… stay until he’s gone since your brother is playing Mother Goose.”

“Mother Duck?” Blaine questioned, also hugging Nick and Sarah.

“Bye.” Kurt sighed, muttering something about duck poop on his way out the door.

“So…” Sarah said once Nick closed the door. “Want to go play with baby ducks?”

“Uhm, yes.”

#i have too much time #zachy and nicky #wbuct drabble #wbuct prompt

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airshipcity · 6 years

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for HC post: Harry potter, aph norway, legolas?, (from haikyuu) hinata, nishinoya,suga, bokuto, oikawa, yamaguchi (hopefully you don't mind so many ahhhh )

:OOO dw i don’t mind!!! i’m putting them under a cut to save my poor followers’ dashes tho

harry

A - when he finds out how easy it is for him to get wizarding clothes that are actually fitted for him and sit right on his body, as opposed to dudley’s leftover clothes, he never wants to go back and hermione helps him get all kinds of nice, casual clothes, both muggle clothes and robes

B - no matter how much harry loves the wizarding world and how different it is from his old life, harry and hermione still smuggle regular ballpoint pens into hogwarts because they can’t always be arsed to go buy more quills and inkwells just to finish their homework on time

C - it takes harry forever to actually nail apparating, primarily because he just has so many shitty memories and experiences with apparating and portkeys and floo powder and all sorts of magical non-broom transport

D - harry tries working as an auror for a while, but eventually decides to start a career as dada teacher at hogwarts, to the relief of all the people in his life tired of him still getting into life-threatening situations on a regular basis

aph norway

A - he owns like, eight different coffee machines. even though he primarily drinks black coffee. you never know what your next houseguest might want so he has Everything

B - he also has two drawers full of ties, because the other nordics keep giving him ties for birthdays and christmas etc. a lot of them are joke gifts and he has at least twelve different christmas ties that play songs and/or light up

C - he genuinely tries to keep up with all the new icelandic words for technology stuff and trends and all that stuff?? partly because it’s interesting, and partly because he feels like he’ll fall behind and lose touch with iceland if he doesn’t, like if he doesn’t pay attention icelandic will just stop sounding familiar

D - he knows every single norwegian dialect. even the dumb made-up ones and the ones that hardly sound norwegian at all. he also speaks fluent swedish and danish, but refuses to speak either in the presence of sweden or denmark, 100% because they want him to. (he might switch over to a random obscure norwegian dialect just to mess with them, though)

legolas

A - legolas can use swords, but he’s fully aware he’s not nearly as impressive with a sword as with a bow or a knife or a pair of daggers, and is juuust petty enough that he’ll only use a sword if he really has to

B - he’s a horrible, horrible actor. too emotional and takes all the fake arguing personally. breaks character and storms out in a huff. terrible at lying and pretending unless it’s to temporarily get a playful rise out of someone, and even then he’d prefer being honest and smug about it

C - will stubbornly pretend he’s not hurt until he’s literally falling over from the pain, absolute shit at laying down and letting people take care of him if he can help it

D - you know the “how to talk to short people” graphic??? he exhausts every possible Wrong option at every opportunity and every dwarf in middle earth has him on their personal shit list because of it. with halflings he just kinda crouches all the way down like he’s about to pet a cat and they just kinda endure it at this point because fuck it at least this way they get to look non-hobbits in the eye while talking for once

hinata shoyo

A - hinata will train and practice with like, absolutely anyone. some middle school kids sees him practicing and asks to join? hell yeah. old grandpa wants to throw for the kid a few times to feel young again? hit it gramps! some asshole in class lobs a ball of paper at him from across the room? hinata’s already spiking it and hollering a cheery “thanks”

B - even though he’s plenty capable of jumping super high himself, he’ll never really get tired of riding on someone else’s shoulders. he likes the view and he’d like to enjoy it for longer than a split second sometimes, thank you very much

C - occasionally, he trains and practices until his hands and feet are bleeding. sometimes he shows up with bandaids and sports tape around his ankles or knuckles and while it’d be easy to make jokes about hinata getting into fights with kageyama or the other teams, all the third years + tanaka are very aware of what’s happening and insist that hinata has them on speedcall, just in case something really horrible happens while hinata’s practicing alone late at night again

D - hinata does parkour and no one gets to tell me otherwise. it’s just facts

nishinoya

A - on the team, his appetite is only second to hinata’s. no one has a clue where all that food goes. asahi is constantly terrified of their power level

B - noya and hinata have an act where they balance on each other inside a massive trenchcoat they borrow from the drama club, which they use during training camps and stuff to entertain the other players - usually by imitating all the tallest people present, and some that aren’t there. their ushiwaka’s a crowd favourite, and whenever seijou is present for the act, oikawa immediately requests they do him (followed by iwa who usually follows up with “yeah and then do oikawa next” to zero protest from anyone but oikawa)

C - man i don’t have a lot of sad headcanons for noya??? but: part of him kind of wishes hinata would consider taking over as libero. not because he’s short or because he’s fast, all those things help but ultimately he sees a vast potential in hinata that he thinks would make for a great libero if hinata wanted to give it a try. he respects that hinata wants to be a good middle blocker and even an ace, and thinks it’s a super cool and ambitious goal that hinata might actually achieve, but hinata understands what being a libero truly means at the core, probably moreso than anyone else in karasuno, and noya’s sad to see that possibility already gone

D - noya is suuuper affectionate when people let him be. he’ll happily give out hugs and smooch cheeks and play with people’s hair and lay on their laps like a cat in the sun, as long as he’s certain the other person is comfortable with it

suga

A - suga does bunny ears on people in photos like, all the time. most pictures with suga standing next to someone will have to be retaken

B - suga has a surprisingly strong competitive streak, and loves challenges set by his kohais. he wins most of them, sometimes just because he’d rather push himself to the limit and be pleasantly smug about “still got it” than have his juniors laugh at him and calling him old

C - you’d think asahi would be the one that gets sick the most often and that suga’s the team mom who always has to take care of all the sick team members, but suga’s usually the first to catch anything that’s going around, and the flu just knocks him completely out for a full week. he kinda hates it, especially missing training and matches and having people worry about him and not being able to rely on him for being there for an important match because he could well be sick for it, but he doesn’t like talking about it, so he just grumbles and lets the others help so he can get back on his feet, only to huff at them about how they shouldn’t put themselves at risk of catching it from him. daichi fondly tells him to shut up and then sneezes. suga yells even louder

D - suga used to be an avid reader, but hasn’t had much time to sit down with books since he started doing volleyball, so he listens to a lot of audiobooks when he can

bokuto

A - bokuto is 100% a dog person, he’s especially great with big dog breeds but he loves them all and sometimes volunteers at kennels when he has extra time

B - the fukurodani drama club has been trying to recruit bokuto for years, and go to all their volleyball matches just bc bokuto’s dramatic everything is 1) entertaining and 2) gives them a lot of inspiration for their own activities and roles. bokuto’s heart is with the ball but he still shows up to just about all of the drama club’s shows in return, clapping and cheering loudly (which helps with the drama club members’ nerves because none of them are gonna look sillier than bokuto even if they trip up)

C - bokuto has a heart condition, and everyone on the fukurodani team is aware of it, but he persistently doesn’t talk about it and none of them ever bring it up, unless something really, really serious happens. akaashi nearly falls over himself whenever it looks like something’s wrong with bokuto but he usually manages to keep his cool

D - bokuto sings in the shower, especially communal showers, loudly and badly. he’s actually much better at singing when he wants to but where’s the fun in that when he can joke around instead (also if the drama club finds out he’s actually good at singing they’ll never let go)

oikawa

A - oikawa is the undisputed king of movie nerds at aoba johsai, but he’s kind of a snob about it, with thorough lists of what movies he thinks are Good and which ones he’ll grimace at you at for even acknowledging out loud

B - oikawa just really really cannot swim. he’s so bad at it, it’s barely even funny. he can sort of dog paddle, but that’s it. everyone else at seijoh swims circles around him.

C - he’s a massive hypocrite when it comes to food and nutrition, and pays fairly close attention to his team to make sure they eat as much as they need and the right kinds of foods, while simultaneously eating like, one (1) banana for breakfast because he didn’t take the time to prepare anything the night before and was in a rush. fortunately iwaizumi gets on his case about it constantly and usually packs extra food to make sure tohru eats, but he has collapsed mid-practice at least once because he just straight up forgot to eat properly for two days straight

D - he has like, an entire wall in his room dedicated to his team and his family and the people he gives a shit about. dumb pictures, newspaper cutouts, heart-shaped post-it notes with quotes, little neatly scrawled notes about their favourite foods and how they like their tosses and specific weaknesses of the various other teams, all that junk. it’s kind of a huge mess but he loves looking at it

yamaguchi

A - yamaguchi is such an all-over nerd that he sometimes forgets he plays an actual sport. he shows up to every practice and trains his jump-float serve all the time and yet he somehow keeps catching himself thinking jocks are the furthest thing from him and tsukki

B - yamaguchi has, hands down, the neatest handwriting of the whole karasuno team. even neater than kiyoko, yachi, or tsukki, which is incredibly impressive. he doesn’t even realize it.

C - he’s great at doing chores and household stuff, but that’s mainly because he’s always had to do these things and learnt at a very young age. as a result, he feels constantly responsible for everything, including the happiness of people around him and making sure everything is as good as it can be, which is hard sometimes. especially with tsukishima, who doesn’t always communicate properly whether something’s wrong or if everything’s okay or if he needs anything, so yamaguchi often feels like he’s not doing enough

D - yachi and yamaguchi chat a lot when they have the time, so they both bring powerbanks and phone chargers everywhere because their line apps never get any rest. sometimes yamaguchi accidentally sends something to tsukki instead of yachi and tsukishima’s response is always some variation on “what the hell are you guys even talking about, how is this possibly related to anything” and yamaguchi just “oh whoops sorry, it makes sense in context okay”. tsukishima genuinely wonders if they just send him weird pictures and shit just to mess with him. sometimes he’s actually right

#should i tag #haikyuu!!#hp #lotr related #aph #yeah okay that'll do #god i love headcanons i could keep going forever #lundsdotter

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Opinion on serobaku and serokiri?

SeroBaku kills me in the sweetest way and SeroKiri brings me back to life when I feel dead inside and SeroBakuKiri is like heaven on earth tbh I love those ships they make me feel warm !!!

Anon said:Yes but i loved minas hair like that??? So either ur hair is also p good or ur art is just that great n I’m %99 sure that it’s both, also r u ever planning to post a picture of urself?? ? I’m sorry if this question makes u uncomfortable, have a nice day!!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you!!!!! And pictures aren’t really my thing so that’s probably not gonna happen, but I assure you you’re not missing anything by not seeing me, anon hahaha

Anon said:Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! ilu

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ヽ(o♡o)/ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Anon said:Imagine Bakugo drawing pictures of his squad without them noticing. Like Kiri looking out a window or mina and Denki trying their best to study or sero scrolling on his phone. I wonder how they would react to finding his sketch book

I’m sobbing this is so nice ;A; Sero and Kaminari’s reaction would probably be along the lines of “how is this guy good at everything” haha I like the headcanon of Mina drawing too so her reaction would be a bit different, probably, but still very very awed

meanwhile Kiri is on the ground dying

(Kiri is me)

Anon said:Lately I’ve just like…. Noticed but all your art is such high quality and honestly it looks so so good. You have such a lovely style and it’s so original and distinctive and I’m love it and you so much. Plus!!! sometimes I’ll just look through your art tag and even though I think it all looks great I can tell you’ve improved a lot, and, idk, you inspire me to work on my own art constantly and thank you!! I hope you have a lovely day!!

Oh my god this ask slayed me ???????? thank you so much ;A; jesus this was so damn nice I dunno how to react at all !!!!!!!!!!!! I hope your own art is coming along great, anon!!!! I’m glad my doodles can make you want to have fun with it too!!!!!

Anon said: i absolutely adore your art style ! it’s so unique and fascinating and pretty i die

Welp thanks to this ask I die too so it’s two of us anon o m f g (thank uuuuu)

Anon said:Ahhhh the dorm life comics honestly made me smile so much I love them the way you portray all the characters is always so nice and asfhdjd your art is my favorite AND listening to you ramble in the tags honestly makes my day better I love it 10/10 bless

This is it, they day Fran honest to god dies, cause of death: yall being way too sweet for me to take holy s m o k e s ( ;A;)

Anon said:Do you think the UA teachers hang out like the kids do in the dorms?

YESSSSSSSS Aizawa and Mic are high school friends so I’m pretty sure it’s canon they waste time together, Blood King and Dog Hound are canon pals too so they also most probs chill together too! Blood King is also the same age as Aizawa and Mic so they probs used to go to school together too!!! And with Dog Hound being 32, Midnight being 31 and Cementoss and Thirteen being 28 they’re more or less all the same age, so I like to think they spend free time together~ some scenes with the teachers make me think they’re good pals with the older ones too, it’s a really fun group of people to be honest!

Anon said:I wonder what Kiri would do if Bakugou had the flu…Or what they would do if they stepped on Legos XD It’s a funny thought. I love your art so much, you’re my favorite Bakushima artist!!

Anon said: Omg your art gives me life. I was just wondering what happens when the bakusquad get a sick? Thank you

Thank you to both of you!!!! And I could give you both my take on this, but would I be able to make it better than BnHA SMASH did? Probably not, that thing’s so hilarious t b h hahaha

Anon said:OMG IS JIROU PLAYING UKULELE?! I PLAY UKULELE!!! OMG

Yes she is!!!!! I like to think Jirou’s got at least basic knowledge for how to play any instrument ever, so when she’s laying around in the common room once she got used to her friends listening to her play she’d bring with herself the smaller and easier ones to carry! An ukulele has a super nice sound and is small enough to bring around the dorms haha

Anon said:fran!! hi!! Ur comics actually make my life 50% better everytime i see them so thanks for cheering me up everytime you post!! They’re amazing and so is everything u do!! (Love ur art style btw)…. So besides all the compliments, i have a question!! What’s your opinion on AU’s where bakugou is deaf? Would u ever draw something related to it?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I think I already answered this question? At some point? But I can’t find it, so in general my take is that I highly doubt Bakugou’s body isn’t built to withstand and not take damage from his own quirk (since his hands are made to hold up with it, I feel like the rest of his body is tailored around his quirk too), but I’m always up for disabled characters and the idea of Bakugou signing is beautiful to me, so I don’t mind the AU one bit! Dunno if I’ll ever draw for it tho, drawing jsl when I don’t know it is hard. I know that from experience.

That said, I do find the fics in which Bakugou becomes deaf because of his quirk a bit hard to believe most of the times? Because in all of them his ears are the only things taking damage for the continuous use of his quirk and I just sit here like, his eyes should be taking damage too. Normal eyes aren’t made to withstand explosions and stun grenades every day all day, so if his ears aren’t biologically made to hold against his quirk his eyes shouldn’t be either.

Like, I read those fics and I find them real hard to believe because the authors aren’t pushing it hard enough, for me it’s either no damage at all or hoh AND visually impaired Bakugou, boy can’t be only half built to withstand his quirk that’d just be silly haha but that’s probably just me, the AU is Good 👍

Anon said:The Mirio eyes on that last pannel. Everyone needs Mirio eyes. (also don’t even try to convince anyone Kiri doesn’t steal Baku’s sweaters too)

He started doing so once he found himself with no hoodies left - he isn’t the type to just steal people’s clothes, I think, but if Bakugou started doing so first he’d probably find it acceptable to consider all their hoodies fair game hahaha

Anon said:Oh my god I absolutely adore your art so much. Every time you post something I get so excited! Your art is honestly so cute and it never ever fails to cheer me up. If I ever need inspiration or motivation to draw something especially cute, I come to your blog and look through your posts. Your fluffy art makes my heart clench and makes me grin like crazy. I just… I have so many feels about your art. It just makes me so very happy!

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood thank you!!!!!!!!!! Holy smokes!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so so happy my stuff can make you inspired to draw ;A; aaahhhhhhhhh!!!!! this made me so happy holy he ck ;u;

Anon said:Hey… thanks for all the stuff you do. It’s really great and I just wanted you to know that. Thanks………….❤️

No anon thank you for this ask, oh my g o d ;U; *sob*

Anon said:I don’t know if you readed the fic “communicate with your body” of xx_kuuhaku_xx, but If you haven’t done so, read it please. I think you’d love it

It’s the merman!Kiri one, right? I read it!!! A bit too much smut in it for my tastes, but I did like it a lot!!! ヽ(o♡o)/

Anon said:AHHHHH!!!!!! IM CRYING!!!!! I LOVE YOUR ART SO FUCKING MUCH ITS JUST SO FUCKING GOOD AND THEYRE ALL JUST SO FUCKING CUTE AND FUCK I LOVE ALL OF YOUR KIRISHIMAXBAKUGOU HEADCANONS AND EVERYTHING IS JUST SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART AND THIS BLOG SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU A LOT TOO ANON OH MY G O D THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i just started watching servamp cause i remembered you talked about it before and i like it a lot?? kuro is #relatable and all the voice actors are so good wth

Anon said:OKAY HI FRAN IM THE SAME SERVAMP ANON AND WTF IM CRYIBG SAKUYA AND HYDE MY SONS im so emotional over the last episode it didnt explain anything im gonna have to start the manga now and the movie and specials dont have subtitles yet help me im dying

ANON IF YOU’RE PICKING UP THE MANGA YOU NEED TO GO BACK TO THE START - the anime messed it all up, there’s a lot of missing things since the beginning!!! The anime is beautiful but the manga is 100% better, I hope you’ll enjoy it!!!!! *O* (…once you get caught up with it you’re free to come yell at me, the current arc is killing my soul)

Anon said:Fran!!! Your last comic!!! About Bakugou with a crush!!!! ITS SERIOUSLY SUPER GREAT no really, I usually see Kirishima as the one portrayed with a giant, blush-when-he-texts-me crush, but Bakugou!!! He’s a teenager too are you telling me the whole heart fluttering thing wouldn’t happen to him?? Ofc it would!!!! (He’d be kinda pissed at first, like “what is this weird feeling”, but I don’t think Bakugou would be exactly averse to it, after he realized his feelings??) Anyway TY FOR CRUSHING BLASTY

YOU ARE!!!! WELCOME!!!!!!! I love smitten Kirishima, but the lack of giddily in love Bakugou in this fandom hurts me a bit - love is a happy feeling!!! Mostly so if you can tell it’s probably required!!! And Kirishima’s super obvious about his feelings so Bakugou being able to tell is highly probable!!!!! And Bakugou can be his grumpy self all he wants, but if he’s in love he’s gonna be happy about it when Kirishima’s sweet to him!!!! That’s how I see it, at least hahaha

Honestly tho that’s my favorite sort of love, the one that makes you unable to hold back a smile and makes your stomach flutter and your heart clench in the good way, I want both Bakugou and Kirishima to feel like that about their relationship~

Anon said:On the comic captioned he’s got a crush I literally squealed it was so cute!!

;O; I’m glad you liked it omfg!!!

Anon said:I wanted you to know that your Kiribaku comics give me life and they always brighten my days! I also have a question if you don’t mind… will we see more of the domestic with kids au? Your Kiribaku dads are so adorable it’s kind of ridiculous. Thank you for all the art you share with us!!!

Thank you for liking it, anon!!!! And maybe! If I feel inspired and find ideas for it, why not! I don’t personally deal with kids often so ideas for that AU don’t come easy haha but maybe!

Anon said:You get so many notes on your artwork… do you like actually read any people’s tags on them? Because I know I have had some e m b a r r a s s i n g tags of me yelling with excitement 😂 I hope you don’t ever read those and just face palm at my stupidity. Haha anyway that’s my way of saying I love your stuff and just yell about it a lot.

………………..I do read all tags tho :O so I definitely read yours too, but whatever they were if it was yelling with excitement they made my day, 100% for sure, you’re the type of person I post my art for, anon!!!

Anon said:tfw even tho he looks kinda ridiculous, bakugou still manages to look good with that hair and outfit

Well, I still find it uncomfortable to look at l m a o but yeah he’d look good in nearly anything, he’s just that pretty ( ⌯◞◟⌯)♡

Anon said:Asdffhjllvdrhbhsd jakugou jatsuki I died oml thank you I’m still laughing and Jakugou looks Fabulous™ in your style and I’m so lame ASDFHJKLL HE LOOKS GOOD AND I’M CRYING LAUGHING BLESS

Anon said:i’M crYING JAKGOU JaTSUKI what beautyyyyyy omfg

GLAD I COULD MAKE YOU TWO LAUGH OMFG HAHAHA

Anon said:your art really catches how good Bakugou looks in those jeans (I bet Kiri really appreciates it too)

*sob* thank you !!!!! (and Kiri appreciates Bakugou however he looks 👀👀👀 he’s smitten)

Anon said:Just a stupid anon here to say I love your art and I hope you have a very lovely week! ^^ (no need to reply~)

Of course I need to reply :O you’re being so sweet, anon, thank you!!!!!!!! I hope you’ll have a perfect week too!!!!!!

Anon said:Hello!As a young poly person who found your blog before I had found love and realized I’m poly, I wanted to thank you. Your bokuroteru helped my feel okay with myself as I realized, and although I’m sad to see it end, I’m glad it’s a happy one! I have the “You polyamorous disaster” panel as my computer background!! Thank you! (also your style makes me happy, all bubbly in the heart and all) Yuuji is one of my fav characters and I love this ship as well!! Just.. THANK YOU SO MUCH

ANON you’re the reason why I draw polyamory oh m y g o d I’m!!!!! so happy the comic could help you along!!!! I wish you the best of luck in your romantic life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *O*

Anon said:FRAN. BAKUGOU and CATS. Omg all of the kitties just love him and he’s like GTFO leave me alone you furry fuckers but they love him and he’s gentle with them and he’s scared to touch them sometimes bc of his explosive sweat makes fire hazards and omg they just attack him and he thinks he’s gonna die bc he loves them too!! Fran, sweetie can you picture this?? Can you picture Kirishima’s reaction?? Like full on red blushy explosion bc omg he’s in love with a dandelion precious ball of rage Fran omg

Oh my god yeah of course I can Bakugou being an animal person is my fave headcanon ever!!!! This is so sweet too!!!!!! Oh my g o ds, thank you so much for this ask aaahhhhhhhh ;A;A;A;A;

Anon said:FRAN. My litERAL WEAKNESS LIKE KRYPTONITE LEVEL WEAKNESS IS BAKU LAUGHING. AND THE SNORTTTT. FFFFFF holy shit did not realize caps lock was on haha. BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT. so much!

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bakugou laughing is something real special isn’t it, I so hope we’ll see that happen in canon soon!!! (⸝⸝⍢⸝⸝) ෆ

Anon said:Your OCs are so cute!! ❤️❤️❤️

*SCREAMS* THANK!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:do you ship bak*deku too?

Not romantically nor sexually, no! I only wish them as really really really good friends~

Anon said:Ahh I’m crying because I was the Bakugou laughing anon and I was thinking about his laugh all freaking day too

It’s been four days and I’m still thinking about it so honestly, seriously thank you again, anon!!!

Anon said:Hey, did you see Tanaka in the few latest chapters of HQ? Such a precious lad, look at him go 😍 I swear no one deserves him (expect maybe you)

“except maybe you” are you out to KILL ME ANON OH MY G O D ;A; thank you - but YES he’s being amazing isn’t he!!! He makes me so happy, such a good boy, such a good character, I’m glad he’s a thing that exists in my life ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

Anon said:hi fran just wanted to tell ya that I used to love your art before BUT THEN i started drawing myself and now I realize the pain and struggling of shading and anatomy and expressions and let me say i appreciate you 100% EVEN MORE now, and if I used to love your art now I freaking ADORE it!! (also fun fact I actually started drawing bc of you, im uh,,, super executive dysfunctional so I could never get around to doing it before but YOUR ART SERIOUSLY INSPIRED ME THANK U DRAWING IS TOUGH BUT FUN)

Thank you???? So much???? Oh my g o d I’m so happy I could somehow help you find the focus to try drawing out! It is a pain, but the more you do it the easier some basic things get and the more fun you’ll have with it, it’s such a tough but rewarding hobby to have! I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as possible, anon!!!!

Anon said:FRAN IS IT WEIRD THAT WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT U I THINK OF U AS A MIXTURE OF BAKU AND KUROO AND KAMI

OMFG WHAT DOES THAT LOOK LIKE EVEN T H O HAHAHA

#fran answers #yall #making my days better #i can't deal with how cute all of you are im #crying a little #aaaahhhhhhh #anonymous

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dailyaudiobiblechronological · 4 years

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2/14/2020 DAB Chronological Transcription

Leviticus 5-7

Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological. I'm China. Today is the 14th day of February. Welcome. And happy Valentine's Day. We probably are currently on a plane. I had to record this before we left. And yeah, so we're most likely on a plane. It's so funny because it's like depending on when you listened. And so. Yeah. So Ben and I. My parents. Two of my brothers. We are most likely flying over the ocean or we've landed or you know, I have no idea all any of those guesses will work. But yeah so, we are currently on our way to Rome. And we'll be there for a few days on our way to Israel. And so, yeah, we are super pumped. I'm sure super tired, but very excited nonetheless. I mean, this is crazy. Like Ben and I are spending our first married Valentine's Day in Italy. So I don't really know like where we're supposed to go from there. But yeah. Super, super, super stoked. Today, we are the book of Leviticus. We are in chapters 5-7 and we continue on with the New Living translation.

Prayer:

Lord Jesus, thank you for today's reading. And Father, I thank you so much that this isn't a reality any longer. But God I thank you that what we are learning through your scripture is we're learning the importance of sacrifice. We're learning that sacrifice isn't something that we give. That's like a leftover for something that doesn't really require anything of us or our time, but actually something that is a great deal, something that is costly. And so Lord I just pray that our eyes would be open to the fact that you are still asking us to sacrifice things, different things. You're asking us to lay things at your feet. And so, Jesus, would you just teach us really the importance of it, that our eyes would be opened to the fact that there are things in our life that need to be sacrificed? And Jesus, I just thank you that even now in this moment, you are bringing things to our mind that you are asking us to lay down at your feet. And I pray that we would gladly choose you over anything else. And it's in your son's name we pray. Amen.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi, Brian and China. Thank you for making this Daily Audio Bible, I've been praying for it for years. And help me take care- pray for my cold, my sisters cough and my brothers cold. And please help me pray for my flu. And also help me pray for my dad's back. And also my grandma's leg. And Daily Audio Bible.

Hello DABC family. It's EZ in Georgia. It's been a little while. It is about or around 4:00 in the morning on the 11th of February and I just need some prayer. China when I was going through the terrible, awful struggle of not working. It seems like almost all the time you would say something that spoke directly to my situation and I believe it was from God. I know it isn't like, you know, a vending machine or you can say, I really wish I could get an answer, but tonight I really wish I could get an answer. If something happens to pop into your head please share it with the rest of us because there's just a lot going on in my life and my family's life that I need peace in, that they need as far as situations go, a resolution that I hope and I literally pray every day would be the resolution that I seek on multiple fronts that I, as I said at the beginning of the year, would be able to go back to my old job and keep my new one. There's just just a lot more to try to unpack than I can do in 2 minutes. So if you could just lift me up, lift my mother up- her medical situation with my father is still awful. Her medical health is still awful. I don't have the opportunity to get out and about like I used to because I'm not working in a public environment anymore and finding a job in a public environment where you're actually out of your house as a blind person is very difficult. Thank God that I have the job that I have. But the result is unless I choose to make plans with friends, I'm home all the time. Thank God I have hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of friends and I can do that. But I want to be out of my house every day working on something and having a reason to leave at 7:00 in the morning and come back at 3:00 in the afternoon.

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fevers-and-flus-blog · 7 years

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Ayeee it’s my first time writing Voltron. (Also format might be wonky bc, yanno, writing on phones is hard).

The ending is suuuper abrupt I’m sorry, I hit that typical sick!fic wall.

📚: College au, sick!keith, klance

***

Keith wakes up in a panic. He bolts straight up in bed, hands immediately cupping his throat. It takes a few disoriented moments before Keith realizes where he is: his bedroom, stuffed into his twin sized excuse for a bed, and tucked tightly against Lance.

It was a dream, Keith tells himself, with a quick shake to the head. It was a dream, but he can barely remember what it was about, the narrative falling threadbare like a spider web that’s been hastily wiped away. What he can remember is choking and the guttural, almost feral noise he made trying to breathe.

Keith forces his hands away from his neck and takes a deep, even breath. A sharp sting scrapes down his throat and he realizes that the pain isn’t nightmare residue, it’s real. And it’s not just his throat. Keith aches - his head, his muscles, his chest.

Last night he’d gone to bed with a ghosting feeling that something was wrong. He assumed it was anxiety over his physics midterm, which Keith had handled like he handled most things: worked until he literally couldn’t keep his eyes open, and then promptly passed out.

“Fuck,” Keith says lowly. His voice isn’t rough, but speaking still shoots through his throat like a lightning strike.

“Mmmm” Lance stirs and rolls over, throwing a hand across Keith’s lap. “Lets skip today.”

“Funny,” Keith says absently, pressing his hands to his eyes. “I have my midterm.”

“Whatever,” Lance yawns and pushes himself up with one arm. “I guess you can do that instead.”

Keith takes a measured breath.

Any second now Lance is going to notice something’s wrong. Keith’s skin prickles with anxiety.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to deal with Lance in caretaker mode. Keith actually thinks it’s endearing – watching Lance fuss over people always fills his chest with a warm rush of pride. It’s only that Keith hates to be the one fussed over, as a general rule.

Of course, Keith’s self-reflective silence is a red flag in itself. Lance squints up at keith. “Whats wrong?”

“Nothing,” Keith says.

“Liar,” Lance sits up and stretches. “You’re stressed about the midterm, right? Babe, you’re gunna kill it, you’re like literally the smartest person I know.”

“I’m just tired.” Keith says, after a beat.

“Huh, really? You passed out pretty early last night. Well, early for you.”

Keith hums in acknowledgment and crosses his arms. All he wants to do is lay back down and burrow under the comforter. A chill runs through him, and his body shudders.

“Are you cold?” Lance asks, concerned.

“No,” Keith says.

Lance’s eyes narrow. He reaches over and strokes Keith’s cheek, then settles the back of his hand on Keith’s forehead.

“You’re really warm.”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Hold on, I’m getting the thermometer.” Lance crawls over keith and walks into the bathroom.

“Lance…”

“What?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of this.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re working up to it, I can tell.”

“Keith,” Lance says with a sigh, holding out the thermometer. “If you’re sick, you’re sick. It’s not going to help you take your midterm.”

Keith stares at the thermometer with derision. “I don’t care.”

Lance frowns and sticks the thermometer between Keith’s lips. “Well, I do. Keep your mouth shut.”

Keith scowls as aggressively as he can while they wait for it to beep. It doesn’t take very long.

“102.4. Aw shit, you really are sick.”

“It’s okay.” Keith says again, but the thermometer reading confirms the deep, pulsing ache in his muscles.

“No it’s not,” Lance says, his brows furrowed. “You have a fever.”

“It’s just a cold.”

“It’s definitely not a cold.”

“Please, stop.”

“I really think you should stay home.”

“I can’t.” Keith says. Lance starts to protest again, but Keith cuts him off. “I actually can’t. This test is 20% of my grade.”

“You can reschedule.”

“Don’t you trust me?” Keith asks, frustrated.

“Not really,” Lance says. “You never take care of yourself.”

Keith has a lot he wants to say, none of it kind. Instead he bites down on his tongue so hard it fills his mouth with a metallic tang. “I’ll come back right after.”

Lance just stares.

“I’ll come back after, and I’ll nap, okay?” Keith’s voice is coiled tight, but he’s trying to find a middle ground that won’t spiral into an argument.

Lance searches Keith’s face and sighs, brushing his hair away from his forehead. “Fine, but only because you basically admitted defeat. And only if you take medicine before you go!!”

“Yes, Shiro.” Keith clears his throat and tries not to wince.

“Don’t tease me, I might actually call him.”

“I hate you,” Keith says, but means thank you.

“Yeah, I hate you too jerk.” Lance says, and means I love you.

***

Later that morning, Lance’s phone rings. It startles him, and he elbows the back of the chair with a fair amount of force.

“Shit, shit” Lance grabs his phone still cursing, and answers. “Pidge, what’s up?”

“Your boyfriend is drooling on me, that’s what’s up.”

Lance looks to the ceiling and considers his options. There’s no audience, so he tempers the dramatics and settles for an eye roll.

“That was fast. You both finished?”

“Obviously, or I wouldn’t be calling.”

“Yeesh, alright!”

“Sorry,” Pidge says, “I’m exhausted and I kind of want to kill everyone. But Keith’s a wreck.”

“He’s sick.”

“Yeah I know dummy. I made him sit down, he could barely keep his eyes open.”

“Want me to come get him?”

“Yeah. I’d carry him, but -”

“Pidge, you’re like 2 ft. tall.”

“Um, fuck you, I’m incredibly strong. I just have weak arms.”

“Like a T-Rex.”

“Just like a T-Rex, I’ve never loved you more. Now come collect Keith before he infects me.”

“Okay okay on my way, bye!!”

Lance pulls on a sweater, slips on some sneakers, and heads over to Cochran Hall. Keith and Pidge are sitting on a bench outside. Keith’s awake now, but barely. He’s resting his forearms on his knees, hunched over and grimacing.

“Heeeey,” Lance says. “How’d it go?”

“Okay,” Keith coughs shallowly into his fist.

“This idiot couldn’t keep it together, Iverson almost kicked him out.”

“Shut up,” Keith says, shooting a dark look at Pidge. He wants to disappear, he hates this type of attention. More than that, he hates this type of weakness. He feels a little like a live wire - exposed and raw and dangerous.

Lance reaches out and puts a palm to Keith’s forehead. His humor evaporates, and he brings his hand down to the back of Keith’s neck. “You’re burning.”

“Yeah, he sounds terrible,” Pidge says to Lance. Keith coughs again, and this time it takes him a minute to find his breath. “You sound terrible.” Pidge repeats.

Keith flips her off with the last of his remaining stamina.

“I’ve got a comp sci midterm next, but I can help you guys get back to the apartment?”

“No, it’s okay,” Lance says, brushing his thumb across Keith’s heated skin a few times. “I’ve got him.”

“Okey dokey,” Pidge says, but she’s looking at Keith with concern. “Text me later asshole. So I know you’re okay?”

Keith nods. Everything around him feels once-removed, like he’s taking in information through a piece of dirty glass. He watches Pidge walk away and jolts when Lance grabs his arm.

“C’mon, let’s go home.”

Keith’s world sways.

“Woah, hey, Keith!” Lance grabs him tightly. “Do you need to sit?”

“No,” Keith says, out of habit. He’s starting to shiver, flashes of cold creeping through him. He’d been warm during the test earlier, so warm that he’d sweat through his shirt, which was thankfully hidden under his red, fraying hoodie.

“You sure?”

“Yes, sorry…” Keith trails off. His thoughts dart away from him like summer fireflies. He’s left with a pounding head and a loose tongue. “I don’t feel that good”

“Yeah,” Lance says, worry snaking through his voice. “I know. It’s okay. Let��s get you back home.”

The walk back is slow going. Keith notices the green of the grass and the way his sneakers scrape and scrape and scrape against the sidewalk.

Lance doesn’t notice anything but Keith.

When they get home, Lance sets Keith down on his bed.

“I’m gunna call Shiro”

“No,” Keith says.

“He can take us to the minute clinic.”

“I just wanna sleep, Lance.”

“Okay, okay.” He hesitates, “Let me just get your temperature, first.”

Lance waits for an argument. Keith knows he should protest, knows he’d normally want to protest, but instead he closes his eyes and puts his head back.

Lance sticks the thermometer under Keith’s tongue. It beeps shrilly, after only a moment.

Lance reads it and chews on his tongue. “103.9. Keith, babe. That’s - that’s really high.”

“I’m so tired,” Keith says.

“I know.” Lance says, with a hand pressed against Keith’s burning forehead. “Alright. Here, take some tylenol and lie down.”

Lance tries to help Keith out of his sweatshirt, but Keith swaps him away and tugs it off himself. He sloppily throws it to the corner of the room. His t-shirt is damp with sweat, and he tosses that too.

Keith loses time - it feels like each blink is a different dream.

Lance puts something cool on Keith’s forehead. Keith wants to say thank you but his mouth is heavy and his head is heavy and everything is better if he closes his eyes.

Lance grabs the soft knitted blanket at the foot of the bed and tucks it around Keith. He lets anxiety gnaw at his stomach while he watches Keith sleep. It’s a relief to worry openly, instead of pretending everything is fine.

It’s not that he’s never seen Keith sick, it’s just that he’s never seen Keith admit to being sick. And it happened so fast - Keith had been fine last night. It’s probably the flu but still, he wasn’t himself at all.

Lance watches Keith sleep some more. Eventually he crawls next to Keith in bed and tries to do some reading, but his hands keep finding their way back to Keith’s face, to test temperature and brush damp bangs back.

Lance doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he wakes up to whimpering. He’s up immediately, body thrumming with panic.

“Keith? Are you okay?”

Keith makes a small keening noise and curls deeper into himself. He’s shaking.

Lance can feel his own heartbeat in his ears.

“Babe, wake up,” he presses the back of his fingers against Keith’s cheek. Sharp, dry heat. He puts his palm on Keith’s forehead. “Jesus, you’re on fire.”

Lance blindly reaches out and feels around the bedside table for the thermometer. “C’mon I need you to wake up.”

Keith moans but blinks his eyes open slowly. “Lance? What’s - what’s…?” His breath hitches and he starts coughing. He coughs and coughs and coughs.

Lance rubs his back. “I’m here, I’m right here.”

For Keith, everything is topsy turvy.

Lance presses the thermometer against Keith’s teeth. “Put this under your tongue.”

Keith stares blankly.

“Open your mouth.”

Keith opens his mouth.

The thermometer beeps rapidly. 105.

Keith’s teeth are chattering together and Lance feels like he’s falling apart.

He calls Shiro with shaky hands.

“Hey buddy,” Shiro’s voice helps center Lance, “What’s up?”

“Keith’s really sick. I think we need to - can you drive us to the hospital?”

#sick keith #sickfic #voltron #cait writes #klance

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