#also from my quick glances at social media today i feel like this fandom is currently on fire?

[allylikethecat]

the new all the kings horses is so good!! my jaw dropped when he switched back to thinking of him as matthew instead of matty because thats what he called him earlier when he didn't trust him. i feel so bad for matty though 😭😭😭

AHHH thank you so much for reading! I hope it was worth the wait and I apologize again for taking so long to post it. My body was being very rude and falling apart on me. Thankfully I think I'm better now (even though I did accidentally set my alarm last night for 4:30PM instead of 4:30AM so I was rather late for my 6am riding lesson lol)

Poor Fictional!Matty is really going through it. He thought he was giving Fictional!George space because that's what HE likes / wants when he is injured/unwell and also is absolutely shitting himself that he is now expected to travel and go to all these horse shows this summer. That's not what he signed on to do, he hasn't shown properly in YEARS and he basically got ran out of the sport before. And now Fictional!George is accusing him of stealing medication?! (He didn't by the way) and also for setting him up to steal his rides on the horses (also did not do)?! Like he thought Fictional!George loved him and he was thinking maybe he loved Fictional!George as well and instead he has somehow managed to get his heart broken standing in the aisle way at his place of employment.

AHH I'm so glad you noticed that bit about calling him "Matty" vs "Matthew" it was a switch that I know people noticed but didn't comment on when it first happened and I was so excited for it to flip back to "Matthew" when things went south. If you can believe it though, the outlined version of this chapter was set to be even more devastating but then I back tracked a little and was like "Ally chill." Thank you so much for reading and for the continued support! I hope you continue to enjoy this fic and that you are having a wonderful Wednesday and a fantastic rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[imthebadguyyy]

maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

[thefanficmonster]

Much Cooler

Corpse Husband & Emma Langevin 

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: There’s always a certain level of uncertainty when meeting someone you’ve only known online. There’s that sense of insecurity that your relationship with them will never be the same or - even worse - that their view of you might change for the worse. But there’s nothing more thrilling than seeing the person you’ve been talking to constantly for the past however long standing across from you. 

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so terribly sorry for how late it’s coming out but I hope the fic makes it worth the wait! Lots of love, Vy ❤

“CORPSE! Wake up you famous dumbass!“ is the first thing the poor man heard over the phone at 9 AM on this fine Saturday morning.

It’s more than enough to make him contemplate why he even decided to pick it up in the first place considering he wouldn’t have been very able to participate in the conversation due to his sleepiness. He also, of course, made the mistake of not checking the caller ID which apparently wasn’t necessary considering how recognizable that voice and accent are.

“It’s 9 AM, Emma.“ He states as a tired parent would to a child, “I’m concerned as to why you’re up so early. More so as to why you’re calling me of all people.“

He can practically hear her roll her eyes but he still smirks to himself, knowing she can’t contradict him or argue since he’s completely right with his claims. “Whatever. Remind me to never call you to congratulate you on a milestone again.“

Now that pokes at his attention with a stick. Lately, said attention has proven to be a hibernating bear, leaving Corpse with a lack of interest or motivation for anything but damn if that sentence wasn’t enough to roll him out of bed and hop on PC. “What? What milestone? Subscribers?“

“Nope! You got two million likes on ‘E-girls are ruining my life’! I can’t believe I have to tell you this! Didn’t you notice the numbers climbing?!“ Emma, as annoyed and sarcastic as she’s trying to sound, she’s obviously overjoyed on his behalf and is super proud of him and of the project she luckily agreed to take a small part in.

As his PC boots up, Corpse can’t help but roll his eyes at Emma’s comment, “Well unlike you I have better things to do than refresh a page over and over aga-” His sentence is quickly cut off when he sees the number of likes under the song for himself.

Knowing that he’d find it there didn’t change the feeling of seeing it for the first time at all. It’s so surreal and so hard for his mind to comprehend. Seeing as how little he thinks of himself, his content and his art, this is like his success coming to slap him across the face as if to punctuate to him how wrong that mindset is.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt if you offered to take me out for at least a coffee to celebrate, bro.“ Emma comments sarcastically, joking only halfway from what he can sense.

He smirks, “Trying to even the playing field, I see.” He replies, referring to the fact that he’s still a faceless mystery to her while her face is literally the cover art for one of his songs.

She laughs but is quick to dismiss his claim, “Nah, I might be a curious and nosey little shit on other occasions, but other people’s privacy is not something I dig my nose into. However, if I were to even the playing field between us it wouldn’t be appearance-wise. More personality-wise. For my sake and yours I choose to believe you are way cooler in person than you are through messages or on a call.”

This withdraws a genuine fit of laughter from Corpse who throws his head back, a few strands of hair moving aside to reveal his shiny eyes, “Well then, instead of giving me the benefit of the doubt, how about we settle it once and for all? Tomorrow? I’ll text you the location.”

Emma’s eyebrows shoot upwards as soon as she comprehends his words and the tone that leaves no room for her to assume he’s joking, “Wait what? How come you’re agreeing to this? And so easily? Nah, this a trap if I’ve ever seen it.”

Corpse laughs yet again, “No trap, Em. I just can’t have you doubting my coolness.”

                                                             *  *  *

The main reason as to why Corpse requested for this meeting to be today is because he feared that if he had more than twenty four hours to dwell on it he’d chicken out. Little did he know it was the same for Emma. Their friendship has only ever existed with the bridge of social media connecting them and they both can’t help but fear the other might not like who they are IRL. They fear they unintentionally become a different person or change things about themselves subconsciously when communicating with people online. Bottom line, they’re scared of letting the other person down with who they really are, unaware that their personalities are most likely the exact same because, as the people who know them can confirm, neither Corpse nor Emma are the type to put on a show in order to be liked. They would rather have no friends because of who they are than have friends and fans of their persona instead of the real them.

And so, while slightly afraid and anxious about this meeting, both of them see it as a relief test to see if the friendship is in fact as real as it’s seemed these past months.

Corpse was the one to choose the location of their meet-up, a location Emma didn’t even think twice about agreeing on, and ever since, they’ve both been counting the hours until their scheduled meeting time.  It’s not about impressing each other, at least that’s what they’re both telling themselves, but rather proving to the other that they’re worthy of their friendship. They might throw snarky and sarcastic comments at one another that others would give a side-eye glance to and question if their friendship is real, but they know the dynamic best and they sure as hell don’t wanna lose it or each other.

Best friends are the ones who roast each other after all - you can’t tell me I’m wrong.

The nervous Corpse fidgets with the insides of his hoodie pockets as he waits outside the café, having arrived ten minutes early because he couldn’t stand being alone with his thoughts in his apartment, judging every fragment of himself twice as harshly as usual. Emma, on the other hand, could barely bring herself to leave her home. She kept retouching her appearance, despite knowing Corpse wouldn’t judge her even if she showed up in pjs. To be fair she contemplated doing just that several times because her hair pissed her off enough to get her discouraged on her outfit altogether but she did eventually talk herself into pulling it together. She already knew she’d be at least five minutes late, but once again, she knew Corpse wouldn’t care.

He’d wait, cause that’s the kind of friend he was. Cause that’s the kind of friend she was for him too.

And boy did it take her less than a second to recognize him. She wasn’t even out of the car when she saw him and knew it was exactly who she was looking for. He too, as if with a sixth sense that registered her presence, shoots his head up from his phone to look up at her, their gazes meeting. There’s a brief moment of close-to-shocked silence, their eyes a bit widened as their brains comprehend that they’re within arm’s reach of one another.

That’s when Emma’s the first to break the bubble of awe as a wide grin spreads across her face and she runs to Corpse, wrapping him in a hug before he’s even realized the distance between the two’s been closed.

“Hey.“ She mumbles, her face hidden in his hoodie due to the height difference.

“H-hey.“ He replies, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her too.

“I was right.“ She says once she pulls away, “You are much cooler face-to-face.“ She pauses for a second, narrowing her eyes, “You’d be even cooler if you bought me coffee though.“

Earning a laugh from him, she’s guided into the café by the arm Corpse wraps around her shoulders, telling her he’s get her a milkshake cause he doesn’t want to see her high on caffeine. Needless to say, they both are, indeed, much cooler to one another IRL.

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[thesunicarusfellfor]

Small Actions (Create Big Ripples) CC!Plat!Ranboo x GN!Reader

I've been thinking lately about this little drabble and it makes me a bit upset? Like.. I'm in this position high key but theres nothing I can do about it...

(R/R/n) stands for Ranboo's real name. Also if you're really tall.... No you're not. Shhhh. For plot purposes

You stayed away from social media as much as possible. Now, don't get me wrong, you used to love watching Youtubers play their games and happily interact with their fans.. But growing up, you never seemed to have enough money to donate when they streamed, or go to events where they were.

You had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped you through life, or shaped your personality.. Or saved you. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it..

You'd probably just get a simple, "Aw. Happy I could help." Before turning back to their game without blinking twice.

So, you just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show your appreciation.. But you never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'

Eventually it hurt too much to keep watching the content creators that raised you, so you just stopped and went on with your life.

It was hard, but at least you didn't have to deal with the fact that you would never be able to thank the people you watched for making your life that much better.

As time went on, while you still heard about the creators, it was just... less. Now people were non stop blabbering about these people from something called the DreamSMP?

Your sister was obsessed with it to say the least, and you always heard her mumbling about strange people like Technoblade? Or Sapnap? And apparently some people had children with inanimate objects?! Like a Samsung Fridge and a salmon?! Yeah you didn't even bother trying to understand what she was rambling about most of the times. It just spun your head in circles.

"Okay, I gotta take my mutt to the vet," Your sister and closest friend, (S/n), tilted her head towards the backseat to her dog as you sat in the passenger seat. "You think you'll be good to do the shopping for two or so hours? I'll call when I'm finished, and plus I know how you can get distracted with looking at some things."

"Yeah, I think I'll be good." You nodded slightly, going over the list in your hand of things to get for your classes, food and just some clothing for the changing seasons.

(S/n) pulled into the parking lot and looked you over briefly, "You forgot your mask didn't you?" She watched as your hands flew up to your face to feel for the fabric, but you didn't find it so you fished through the pockets of your sweater before smiling nervously at the driver. "Uuugggggggghhhh. Of course. Okay, I got a new one from the merch store that you can use, but do not damage it! I spent a whole $30 on it!"

Scoffing as you rolled your eyes, you snagged the half white and half black mask away from her, "You and your merch. Honestly, (S/n), your obsession scares me. But anyway, thanks. I won't get it damaged, I swear." You pulled the mask onto your face after giving her a smile and walked into the store as she drove off.

Sighing slightly, you walked in, sanitized your hands, and set off on your journey to find the things you needed. Surprisingly, today seemed to be a good day as you miraculously pulled the card that didn't have the busted wheel!

Humming a soft tune to yourself, you paced up and down aisles in search of (S/n)'s favourite coffee. Pausing for a moment as you scanned the shelves, you finally spotted it and made a noise of anger as you realized it was on the very top shelf. "Oh, I hate it here..." You mumbled, a phrase you had picked up from your sister who was really big on trends like that.

Grumbling to yourself, you stood on the tips of your toes, jumped up and down, even climbed the shelves a small bit, but it just seemed to brush by your fingertips every time. Apparently it had been long enough to the point where someone had wandered into the aisle as well.

"Hey... Uh.. Nice mask? You need help?" A male voice asked very hesitantly making your head turn towards him. He was t a l l and literally could tower over you if you got close enough. He had fluffy dirty blonde hair possibly? It looked a little damp so you couldn't really tell. Rain had been in the weather report, but guess it couldn't hold off long enough. Oddly enough, he was wearing dark sunglasses and the exact same mask as you?

'Maybe he's a fan of one of (S/n)'s fandoms?' You stepped back with a sheepish smile and a blush. "Oh! Yes please! Uhm.. Also, could you tell me about what these masks represent? This is my sister's... And I kinda want to make sure I'm not looking like I'm part of some gang or something."

The tall boy reached up for the coffee before pausing midway through and looking at you in surprise. "You don't know who... Oh, it's just from a Twitch Streamer.." He murmured rather softly as he got the coffee down for you.

With a cheerful "Thank you!" You placed the container in the cart. "Oh? Yeah that makes sense. My sister loves that kind of stuff. Are they... A good person?"

"I-I'd like to think so." He nodded quickly. "Are you not.. Like, a fan of content creators? Like.. Uh.. Dream or (P/F/C)?" (Past favourite creator)

"Well... I mean I used to really like (p/f/c) when I was younger. But it kind of... Saddened me, you know?"

He looked at you again and tilted his head a bit, "Saddened you? Did they do something bad?"

"No no! It's just... I try to avoid joining fandoms, even if they make me really happy while in them despite the toxicity. I really enjoy the people who create content, and I like watching them have fun... It's just.." Were you really gonna spill some personal stuff to some stranger who showed you the slightest bit of kindness? Not originally. But he kept watching you, patiently waiting for you to continue the sentence. "They'll... Never know.. How much they saved me."

"Oh.. I see. Yeah.. I've had that happen a lot. When, I watch this guy's streams," He pulled at his mask for a moment, "People always donate money and tell him how much they appreciate him for getting them through rocky times.. It's heartwarming to say the least but he does sound genuinely thankful."

"Oh that's sweet.. What does he do? Or what's he like?" You asked with a smile, although he couldn't see it, as you crouched down to get something from the sheleves. "Unless you have places to be of course!"

He looked a little surprised at first, "Ah... I got time. It's just.. Kinda nice being able to talk to people again after quarantine..." He trailed off briefly before taking something off the shelf as well and putting it in his basket, "Uh.. The streamer is a popular minecraft player. He recently hit a record during a stream and everyone lost their minds. He's a little painfully awkward at some points but he enjoys playing the games and interacting with his chat."

"Oh he sounds nice! I would definitely want to friends with someone like him!" You chuckled softly before frowning and glancing away. "Oh.. Popular.. So I'd be another comment in the flood of a chat.. Damn. I got a little excited. Oh! My bad, I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you!" You laughed softly in an attempt to brush off the sad atmosphere you made.

"(R/r/n). But everyone just calls me Ranboo. Nice to meet you too." He sounded as if he was smiling but there was a soft sadness in his tone. "Do you not like popular streamers then?"

"No, it's just... that I had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped me through life, or shaped my personality.. Or saved me.. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it.. I suppose it just left me feeling a bit hopeless and like a broken record of every other fan of theirs. So, I just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show appreciation.. But I never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'.."

Ranboo seemed slightly more upset and he shifted his basket into his other hand, "I don't think it's like that at all.. I believe that streamers and creators truly cherish anyone who even interacts with their videos, and even though they know there's some people in the world who can't say anything or buy their merchandise, the creators still know that they're there. They appreciate everyone who comes along their path, whether they support them by giving them money, criticism or their attention!"

You blinked at how... Passionate your new friend was about this topic before smiling softly. "I guess... It never passed my mind.. Thank you Ranboo.. Hey, you wanna be friends and get to know each other more?"

His expression was unreadable due to the fabric covering his mouth and nose, and the glasses covering his eyes. "Oh! Sure!" He sounded quite happy, so you were guessing that you weren't being too awkward. "Here's my number, as long as you promise to never give it to anyone. Even if someone wants to get to know me, okay?"

You took out your phone and looked at him with a strange expression, but quickly nodded. 'Maybe he is just really strict about his privacy.' Once he gave you the number, you sent a quick text to him to give him your contact in return. "Great! It was wonderful meeting you, I hope we can hang out more often! After.. covid of course."

Eagerly nodding, Ranboo finished writing your contact into his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "Oh yeah definitely! I'll see you soon, (Y/n)!"

Parting your separate ways, you looked down at the newly added contact, 🤍Ranboo🖤 (Platonic hearts), with a smile.

Maybe small actions weren't as useless as you thought...

[cuddlepilefics]

Lemon Tea

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregiver: Minho

Prompt: 'Vitamin C' @sicktember

No one's POV.:

When Jisung came home late in the evening after a few grueling hours of vocal training, his throat was on fire. He had certainly taken it a bit too far and really should've stopped at least an hour ago. Dinner was already on the table and his members had only been waiting for him to come home. He greeted them quietly waving and smiled when Chan put a plate in front of him. The others weren't really surprised that he remained silent during their meal. They knew what he had been working on and had already expected him to rest his voice as much as possible afterwards. "How did it go?", Minho asked, when they cleared the table. Jisung smiled and gave his hyung a thumbs up, grabbing the first plate. The two were in charge of doing the dishes that evening, so Minho got a tea towel and took the clean dish from the younger to dry it off. Clearing his throat, Jisung hummed: "Tell me 'bout your day, hyung. I can't really speak but I'd like to hear your voice." That made the dancer smile and he started to talk about the choreography he was working on with Hyunjin and Felix. They had had lots of fun, despite their practice being exhausting, which made Jisung happy. He loved the way his hyung's eyes sparkled when he talked about dancing or his cats. The older always resembled a child at Christmas when talking about those topics and Jisung found it adorable.

They finished the dishes and Jisung went to take a shower, already starting to feel sleepy. He'd probably go to bed soon after washing up, despite it not being late at all yet. With how sleepy he was, his shower turned out a lot longer than he had originally planned. The warm water washing away the tension of the day, the rapper relaxed and closed his eyes. He was lucky, the others had already showered either in the morning or immediately after their dance practice, so there was nobody waiting for him to finish. Jisung took his time and got ready for bed after. Chan was a bit confused that the younger completely disappeared after dinner, as Jisung wasn't usually one to go to bed early. Deciding to check on his dongsaeng, the leader made his way to the rapper's room and was surprised to find him already in his bed. Although the lights were off already, Jisung still had his headphones on and startled when the mattress dipped on one side. Blinking, he removed his headphones and looked at Chan questioningly. "Sorry for scaring you, I just wanted to see how you're doing. It isn't usually like you to go to bed early", the Aussie hummed. Jisung gave a small smile and whispered: "Is fine. I'm doing alright, today was just exhausting and I feel like I have no energy at all. Probably won't even sleep anytime soon, just, y'know listen to music for a while." – "Alright, rest well. Want me to get you some water for your throat?", Chan offered, getting up. Though the rapper declined, he still returned to his room a few minutes later and placed a water bottle on Jisung's nightstand before going to his own room to work on some music.

Jisung woke up about an hour before his alarm. He felt a lot worse than he had the previous evening and wasn't so sure he had only strained his voice. Sure, his throat still hurt but so did his head. Although he had fallen asleep exceptionally early, he still felt drained, like the hours of sleep hadn't refilled his energy in the slightest. Knowing he had some time to spare, Jisung padded into the kitchen and made himself some tea. He got comfortable on the couch, scrolling through social media while sipping his tea. The rapper was slowly falling back to sleep on the couch when the first few members woke up from their alarms. First were Minho and Seungmin, who wanted to start making breakfast but stopped in their tracks when they noticed Jisung. After nodding at Seungmin to start already, Minho went over to the couch and sat down beside his dongsaeng. The rapper's eyes fluttered open and looked at Minho confused. The last time he checked, he had been alone. Where had his hyung come from all of a sudden? "Good morning. What are you doing up already?", the dancer asked quietly, smiling at his confused dongsaeng. Jisung scrubbed at his face and gave a soft cough before replying huskily: "Woke up early. Ugh, I can't talk, my voice is shot." – "Yeah, you really seem to have overdone it yesterday but I see you already made yourself some tea", Minho clicked his tongue, knowing they were supposed to record something today, which he certainly wouldn't with how bad he sounded right now.

"Hyung, does my forehead feel hot?", Jisung asked out of nowhere just as Minho was about to join Seungmin in the kitchen. Brushing his bangs back, the dancer rested his palm on Jisung's forehead and frowned: "You do feel a little warm to me. Do you think you're sick?" – "Dunno, my head hurts an' I'm so tired although I went to bed early", the rapper shrugged, sitting up. For a moment, he felt lightheaded and had to take a few deep breaths before he felt ready to get up. Minho watched him with worry as they walked to the kitchen to make breakfast. "Sung, if you think you might be coming down with something, this is probably not a good idea", Minho whispered, aware of how quick illnesses spread with so many people living in such close vicinity. Defeated, Jisung nodded. He knew the older was right and he was truly suspecting, there was something more going on than just him straining himself. The rapper went to his room to get ready, passing the other members, who went to eat breakfast. Jisung himself wasn't hungry, so he decided to just sit on his bed after getting dressed and wait for the rest of the group to finish. At some point, he must have gone to sleep again.

When all members except for Jisung sat at the breakfast table. Minho handed each one of them a large glass of orange juice. Earning a few odd looks, he sighed: "Jisung's coming down with a cold, so we're all loading up on vitamin c. It should boost our immune system, so we won't catch it." – "Sung's sick? We were all going to record today", Chan frowned, glancing in the direction of their bedrooms. "Not sure if he's sick enough to stay back at the dorm but he's certainly in no shape to record anything. That boy barely has any voice left", Minho explained. Already mentally rescheduling their recordings, Chan nodded, cracking a smile when Seungmin gave his glass a distasteful frown. "Hyung, you're being ridiculous. I don't know how much actual orange is in this and it probably won't do much except for attack our teeth", the vocalist cringed. The look he received from Minho was enough to convince the rest of the group to just drink it, as the dancer threatened: "Yah! Listen to hyung or die of his plague, I couldn't care less."

When they were done with breakfast, Chan went to Jisung's room to check on the sick rapper, finding him knocked out on his bed. He seemed ready to head out but had fallen asleep after getting ready. Hesitant to wake his dongsaeng, Chan brushed the backs of his fingers against his forehead and found his skin unnaturally warm to the touch. Jisung wouldn't be able to record his parts anyway, so why drag him out? Searching for Minho, Chan joined the dancer in his room and explained: "You were right, Sung seems to be running a temperature and if he can't record, I don't see why we should take him with us. He's asleep and would probably benefit more from just staying here and resting. You're only scheduled for your recording in the afternoon. I know that Hyunjin and Felix are going to have a voluntary dance practice, I don't know if you're planning to join them. If you're not, maybe you could keep an eye on Jisung till you need to head to the studio?" – "I was thinking about it but after I found Sungie this morning, I'd rather keep him some company before coming over to record my parts", Minho agreed, "Can you text me if you take longer or already need me earlier? It'll take me longer to get to the studio from here instead of the dance room." – "Sure, will do. Thank you, Min, and tell Jisung to feel better", Chan smiled before gathering Changbin, Seungmin and Jeongin. Hyunjin and Felix left only a few minutes later.

After the dorm became quiet, Minho made his way to the kitchen. He decided to prepare a pot of tea, in hopes of helping Jisung's throat, when he remembered the rapper also hadn't had breakfast yet. Figuring his dongsaeng didn't have that much of an appetite, Minho contemplated what would be soft enough to eat with a sore throat. He washed a handful different berries and sliced a banana, mixing the berries into a bowl of yoghurt, which he had sweetened with some honey, and decorating it with banana slices. Grabbing a small tray, the dancer placed the yoghurt, a teacup and the pot of tea on it and carried it to Jisung's bedroom. He could already hear the rapper coughing, so he wasn't too worried about waking him up. Opening the door with his elbow, Minho smiled: "Hey." – "Hey", the younger sniffled quietly, "Why's it so quiet?" – "The others left already. Chan decided it would be best to let you rest since you can't record with how shot our voice is. He said to tell you to feel better", Minho explained, watching a look of horror flash across Jisung's face. "That was supposed to be today?" – "Yeah, we're recording today. My turn is scheduled for the afternoon, so I stayed back to keep you company for now", the dancer confirmed, "You didn't have breakfast with us, so I made you something. Hope it doesn't hurt too much." – "Thanks, hyung", Jisung whispered, accepting the bowl from Minho. Seeing how pretty the older had decorated it made the rapper smile.

Minho sat at the foot of Jisung's bed, keeping the boy company while he ate. "You should probably change back into something comfortable, when you're done eating. That doesn't look like it'd be nice to nap in", the dancer commented on the skinny jeans. Jisung nodded, placing the bowl back onto the tray, rasping: "Could I borrow one of your hoodies? They're always the comfiest." The rapper's pout made Minho giggle before he nodded. "I'll get you one. I know which one's your favorite", he chuckled, leaving his dongsaeng blushing on his bed. When he returned, Jisung was curiously eyeing the teapot till Minho picked it up and poured some into the cup, explaining: "Lemon tea. The honey should sooth your throat and the vitamin c will help you kick this cold in no time. Here, that's the hoodie you wanted, isn't it?" Jisung couldn't help but blush again. Minho had really picked out the one he liked most. Nodding, the rapper accepted it and got up to change. In his sweatpants and Minho's hoodie, he crawled back into bed, sitting against the headboard.

His hyung handed him his tea and glanced at the clock. He'd have to leave soon but he wanted to get Jisung all settled before heading out. "Anything you want to do today, while we're gone?", he asked, spotting the rapper's laptop and plugging it in to charge, so his dongsaeng could watch a movie later. The younger just shrugged, admitting: "Honestly, I just want to sleep, please." – "Should I leave?", Minho asked softly, feeling Jisung's forehead again concerned by how wiped he seemed. "I – I don't know", the rapper groaned, coughing again. Seeing how emotional the younger got, Minho cooed: "Tell you what. Finish that tea and then you can sleep, yeah? I'll sit with you and maybe play with your hair till you fall asleep. Then I'll go to the studio and record my parts. Should you wake up before any of us are back, you can watch a movie, maybe have some more tea and then we'll see how you're feeling tonight." Jisung nodded, taking another sip. He finished his tea while Minho got up and drew the curtains, so his dongsaeng would be able to get some proper sleep. Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, the dancer waited for Jisung to put his cup aside and lay down. He gently cupped the boy's feverish cheek before running his hand through his hair, watching the younger relax. Minho sat playing with Jisung's hair, long after the rapper was asleep. When he had to leave for the studio, he grabbed the yoghurt bowl and snuck out of the room. After placing the bowl in the sink, he slipped on his shoes and headed out.

[duskowithapen]

Day One: Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU

Writers Month 2020: Day One

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Luka x Marinette

Of Flowers and Tattoo Needles

Miraculous AU where Marinette is the tattoo artist with some very impressive ink and Luka is pining from across the way where he works at his sister’s flower shop. Day One of Writer’s Month 2020 – Tattoo Artist/Flower Shop AU

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“You’re drooling.”

Luka straightened quickly, wiping a hand over his chin. “No I’m not.” He turned around to see his sister walking in from the back room, a sprig of lavender tucked behind her ear.

“You might as well have been,” she says, walking closer to lean beside him at the counter. “Not that I’d blame you – Marinette’s cute.”

The Marinette in question was the owner of the tattoo parlour across the way. On quiet days like today, she could be seen sitting outside her shop with a sketchbook. Luka swallowed dryly. The sun was shining off her impressive tattoo – a full sleeve that wound around her wrist and up over her shoulder in a tangle of flowers and vines that he couldn’t see clearly.

“Well?” Juleka’s dry voice snaps his attention back.

“Well what?”

She waved a hand towards the door. “Are you going to get a tattoo?”

Luka splutters. “W-What? Why would I – what makes you think –” How’d she known I’d considered it?!

He’s saved by the bell – literally – as Rose walks in. “Jule’s, what are you doing to your poor brother this time?” She asks, joining them at the counter which was suddenly feeling a little cramped.

Pecking her partner on the cheek, Juleka smiles innocently. “Trying to convince him to get a tattoo.”

“Oh, you totally should!” Rose claps her hands. “You have to go to Marinette – between her and Nathaniel, you’ll get the coolest tattoo! Marinette was the one who designed ours!”

“Really?” Luka glance at Juleka’s uncovered wrist. It was ringed by a flower wreath – red and purple roses (passionate love and love at first site), hot pink dahlias (commitment) and bright red gladiolus’ (strength and integrity). Rose had one exactly the same. It was a beautiful representation of their relationship – one Luka was waiting for them to consummate with a marrige. It was also a nod to their shared brainchild.

The Secret Garden might have only been a few years old, but it had blossomed into one of the most successful flower shops in Paris, often completely selling out around any holiday, and with a reputation for incredible flower arrangements, which Luka was proud to say he had a hand in.

Luka smiled. “I wouldn’t mind a tattoo,” he said after a moment, “Maybe something for you and mum – like her raven tattoos.”

Juleka’s smile was small, but no less terrifying for it. “Then go talk to Marinette now. Doesn’t look like she has any clients.” She was still sitting outside her shop.

As Luka was pushed out the door, Rose shoved a small posy of cherry blossoms into his hand. “Give Marinette these – they’re her favourite!”

How does she know her favourite flowers? Luka thought wildly as the door locked behind him. Slowly crossing the narrow avenue, he could feel their gaze burning into the back of his neck, and his hands became sweaty. They were making him nervous. He didn’t normally get nervous. He normally wasn’t going to ask a very cute girl to give him a tattoo.

Marinette looked up as he approached, and he couldn’t help but notice how adorable the freckles dotting her nose and cheeks were. Luka dug his fingers into his leg. You’re here for a tattoo, he reminded himself, not to check out the artist! But he couldn’t stop himself from taking in the blue sheen to her pigtailed hair, the welcoming smile stretched across her face, the impressive artwork which looked even better close up. Spiralling around her arm on pale green stalks and vines were cherry blossoms, pink orchids, blue morning glories, larkspur, hyacinths and bright yellow daffodils. Renewal, fertility and abundance, affection, cheer and goodwill, sincerity, luck and good fortune… he thought absently. After so long working with flowers – and even longer hearing about them from Rose – the symbolism came to mind automatically.

“Uh… hello?”

Luka blinked. Her eyes are really blue. Then he remembered himself and smiled. “Sorry. Are you Marinette?”

Her grin became wider. “Yup! Are you Juleka’s brother?”

“Yeah. She and Rose said that these were your favourite flowers?” He held out the blossoms. “They asked me if I could give them to you.” Well, technically they did. Even if it was meant to be more from me than them.

“Awww, thank you!” Marinette buried her nose in the pale pink petals and breathed deep. “They’re beautiful!”

“You’re welcome,” Luka said numbly. Her smile was almost blinding. “Uh, there was something else.”

Marinette’s head tilt made her pigtails bounce. It should be illegal for someone to look this adorable. “How can I help?”

“I was wondering about getting a tattoo.”

“Oh, of course!” Marinette leapt to her feet. “What else do you come to a tattoo parlour for? I’m so sorry, come in and we can get started right away!” She babbled. “Or should I say, welcome to Charmed Ink! Do you have any ideas for what you want? I’m partial to flowers as you can see, but I’m good at more tribal stuff too, and lettering, but Nathanial’s the best for portraits and a lot of the animal stuff..”

She continued to talk even as Luka took in Charmed Ink. The art on the inside of the tattoo parlour made it look larger than the comparatively small storefront suggested. The back wall was painted with an incredible mural of cherry blossom trees in full bloom, framing a red bridge arching over a river. The side walls were white and in scattered groups were photos of tattoo art – in one clump was a variety of dragon tattoos, in another was various words in all different fonts. The two tattoo stations were set in the back corners, with a small waiting area directly before the entrance. This was where Marinette led him, stopping quickly at a desk partially hidden by a folding screen.

She noticed his awed look at the back mural and smiled, a little calmer now. “That was a collaboration between Alix and Nathanial – he’s my other tattooist. They were all in my class in collége and lycée – same with Juleka and Rose, actually.”

“They did a great job,” Luka murmured. “And I’ve seen your work before – the tattoo you did for my sister was incredible. I was kinda looking for something similar.”

“Were you wanting a tattoo on your wrist too?” Marinette sat on one of the plush couches, and Luka sat across from her.

“No, I was thinking of something on my shoulder – my left shoulder,” He gestured, “Maybe going down my arm a little? I don’t want to go for a full sleeve now, but looking at your tattoo, I’d definitely consider it for the future.”

Marinette’s blush travelled across her cheeks and up her ears. “That – that’s a good plan. I can definitely work with that.” She made a note before looking at him under he lashes. “Were you wanting flowers?”

At Luka’s confused look, she continued, “You said you wanted something similar to your sisters, but you didn’t want it on your wrist…?”

“Ah, that’s right.” Luka tapped at his knee a little, quick staccato beat. “Yeah, I was thinking blue iris, gladilous and maybe daffodils.”

“Is there a meaning behind those flowers, or…?” Marinette made another note.

Luka nodded. “Yeah. Gladiolus’ are mum and Juleka’s birth flowers, not to mention their symbolism – strength and integrity. Blue Iris’ are my birth flower, meaning faith and hope, and daffodils are good luck and good fortune, but I also like the yellow.”

Marinette hummed. “I take it your favourite colour is blue?” She asked, waving her pencil at his blue hoody and matching Jagged Stone t-shirt. With a wince, he realised he was still wearing the Secret Garden apron over his faded jeans. Whoops.

“How did you guess.” Luka deadpanned, and he grinned at Marinette’s chuckle. “But seriously, yeah, I like blue and yellow. And, if we’re going for something like the start of a sleeve… think you could incorporate a snake or something in there?”

“Snakes are transformation and renewal, aren’t they?” Marinette murmured as she wrote. “There was this one symbol I remember, with a snake biting its tail…”

“The ouroboros,” Luka nodded, “It’s an eternity symbol.”

“Hmmmm…” Marinette started sketching in earnest. “So we’re going for something that can be added to later, definitely going for a circling snake – probably around your arm – but should the head be going up or down – put the flowers in colour clusters, or mix them up… maybe have them growing out of the snake? But if the snake is blue… you’ve got the more teal tips to your hair, so I could go for something more on the green side of the spectrum to help tie it in, but the snake should also stand out…”

All Luka could do was watch as Marinette seemed to get lost in a creative haze. Her pencil moved rapidly over the page as she sketched, occasionally going back over a line with her eraser, muttering about her hand not listening to her brain. Once or twice she looked something up on her phone before continuing – at one point, she leapt out of her seat to go and stare at one of the photos on the wall.

This process went on for about twenty minutes, Luka browsing through social media in between watching Marinette with what Juleka would probably class as a ‘disgustingly lovestruck’ look on his face. He couldn’t help it! She was just so vibrant, pouring all this passion into her work. Not to mention the cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she seemed to struggle with something at the bottom of the page.

Marinette slammed her sketchbook down with a bang that made him jump. “So! I have a tentative outline – tell me what you like and don’t like, and we can work from there.”

The sketch – and Luka didn’t know how Marinette could class this as an outline given the level of detail – featured all the aspects he wanted. On the front and back sketch of his arm and shoulder was a winding snake, the head sitting just under his collarbone and the rest of its body circling his arm before ending just above his elbow. But it didn’t just circle his arm. It also twisted around the gnarled and knotted stems that supported intricate bursts of flowers. An iris sat directly below the snakes head before more flowers dotted the stem around his shoulder to a larger, more detailed flower on his shoulder blade. Gladiolus’s tangled with the main body of the snake, interspersed with tiny iris’ and leaves, merging with daffodils close to his elbow. Each flower differed in size, though the iris on his back was the largest, probably about the size of his palm if he got the proportions right. Notes on both sides of the sketch were arms with arrows and a frankly scary amount of question marks. Luka looked away when he saw the words ‘dark coffee brown’ and ‘burgundy vs wine’.

“This… this is incredible Marinette.” He looked up at where she was wringing her hands. When she bit her lip, he had to refrain from reaching up and biting it for her. Concentrate Couffaine!

Marinette giggled, the sound high with nerves. “Thanks Luka. It’s a bit rough, and I’d want to go over the colours with you before we start anything, but I’m glad you like it. Anything you’d want to change?”

“Not really,” He hummed. “How would you continue this, if you were going for a full sleeve?”

When Marinette took a seat at his side, leaning into his shoulder a little, Luka stiffened. He hadn’t noticed before, but she’d split the posy of cherry blossom flowers into two and attached them to her pigtails – their scent wafted over him, and he tried not to breathe too deeply. “Well, if I was going to do a full sleeve with the snake, I’d make the snake the body of the tattoo,” she said, pointing at various parts of the sketch, “Probably make the circuits wider and accentuate the gaps a little more with the flowers. The head would have to be a little bigger, to make it proportionate, but otherwise not much would change.”

Luka nodded slowly. “So, say, if you maybe did that – the thing with the head and the – the circuits? And then have the snake ‘end’ in a clump of flowers above my elbow.” It was his turn to point, dragging a finger along the clump of daffodils and trying very hard to ignore the way Marinette pressed just a little closer to see. “Maybe if you added some of the gladiolus and iris here as well, and then if I add more to the tattoo later, you can have the rest of the body kind of emerge from there.”

“That would work really well actually,” Marinette said as she took the sketchbook back. Luka tried not to pout as her warmth moved away. “I can make a wreath just above your elbow – kinda like what I did for Juleka and Rose – and have the snake’s body ‘disappear’ into that. It would be easy work to make it ‘reappear’ beneath it later.”

Marinette scribbled these notes in as she spoke, before turning back to him. “So, about price… for a piece like this – half sleeve, colour and design… you’re looking at about one and a half grand.”

His eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline. “That low?” While he hadn’t seriously thought about getting a tattoo before today, he’d spent time with a lot of people who had. A full sleeve tattoo could cost as much as four grand – a half sleeve would be at least two.

“You’re getting the friends and family discount.” Marinette shrugged. “And I’ve been in a bit of a designing rut lately – all people seem to want are dragons or family names. This is a bit of a godsend, actually.”

Luka smirked. “Friends and family discount, huh?”

With her nose in the air, Marinette sassed, “Of course. Juleka’s my friend, and you’re her family.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Luka leaned in a little. “That’s why, huh? I’m hurt Marinette.”

“Hopefully you aren’t so sensitive when it comes time for me to break out the needles, Luka. I don’t want to listen to you crying for the six hours this is going to take.” The smirk she shot him sent a thrill through his chest. She’s got some fire.

“Oh believe me, Marinette.” Luka steadied himself on the couch back behind her shoulders and gave Marinette his best stage-ready, sweet-talking, come-hither bedroom eyes before growling out, “I don’t think six hours with you will be any hardship.”

[jj-lynn21]

Doctor Istvan Günther intern at large

@lokis-favorite-follower​

Day June 3rd prompt: "What a hunk" word count: 2,833 Fandom: Bill Skarsgard character: Self-insertion

warnings: This is mostly just fluff and a dash of angst.

Bill sits in the administration office waiting area with his business manager, Jake Glassgo.  The secretary attempts to hold her cellphone to take a picture to send to her friends. Jake notices.

He leans in hiding Bill’s face with his hand, “You want me to take her phone?”

Bill sighs, “I’ll try to ask nicely, first.”

He walks over to the woman’s desk with a kind smile on his face. “I don’t want to be a dick, but I’d appreciate you not taking random picture of me here. I am trying not to get any press or fanfare right now. I can give you one good selfie for you to post in a week when I am done, alright?”

She nods excitedly.

“What’s your name?” He reached for her phone and she gave it up willingly while getting lost in his emerald gaze.

“Pam Pitson,” She smiled. At least she thought she smiled.

“Nice to meet you Pam.” Bill deleted photos she had already taken. He glanced through her social media to see if she posted anything yet. She hadn’t. He held the camera in front of them tilting it to get a good angle for them both to look their best. “Smile, Pam.” She did and he snapped the photo and handed her back her phone. “Remember don’t post that for a week or it will breach the contract I’m about to sign and you will be fired.”

She was blushing so enamored of him she would agree with anything. She manages to get out a, “k”

The intercom fuzzes with static before the manager asked, “Ms. Pitson, I am ready to see Mr. Skarsgard and Mr. Glassgo now.”

Pam answered, “I’ll send them right back Mr. Garrett.”

Bill and his manager sat in the office with Mr. Garrett. Mr. Garrett handed them a stack of papers to sign. Mr. Glassgo took out a stack of paper from his briefcase for the hospital administrator to sign.

“All the staff throughout the hospital were informed you will be here for the week.” Mr. Garrett said as he signed the paperwork given to him. “They will not be bothering you for autographs or photos. If someone does please inform me. They know the consequences.”

Bill nods as he finishes signing papers, “they will treat me like the rest?”

“For the most part,” Mr. Garrett informed him. “our interns are questioned about possible diagnosis and medical conditions. You will not be put on the spot in any way. You will be going through a quick overview of how to do a basic assessment and asked to do that during rounds. A Doctor will reassess the patient when you are through which is a normal procedure. Others in the group may also assess the patient. The other thing we can’t control is patients recognizing you.”

“Understandable,” Bill thinks for a moment. “what about those getting ready for surgery. Doctors visiting right before surgery would wear a mask and in recovery wear masks?”

“Yes, also patients in reverse isolation in which the Doctors have to wear masks and gowns because the patient could be in danger from outside germs.” Mr. Garett said. “You can go into those rooms if you do exactly what the team leader tells you.”

“Of course,” Bill agreed, “I would never want to put anyone in danger. Learning what to do in those situations would be helpful.”

They all shook hands and Bill parted ways with his manager to start right away. Mr. Garett took Bill to the Doctors' locker room to get a white coat and Stethoscope. Then he took him to a new class of interns that was due to start in minutes. Most of them were seated.

"This is Doctor Istvan Günther," He used Bill's middle names for slight anonymity. "He is joining you all in this learning process. I expect the best from you all. "Doctor Günther, take a seat. Good luck. Feel free to come to me with any questions."

Bill sat in the back. Doctor Marker, the head of surgery was also the head of the internship program. Today's lecture was on viral pathogen control inside the hospital. Bill took notes on the lecture and also on how the students around him were acting.

After the lecture, Doctor Marker separated the class into small groups to work in different departments with the head Doctors in those departments. "Doctor's Standard, Henshire, Staplton, and Günther follow me. This week we will be assessing patients before and after their surgeries. You will be viewing a tonsillectomy, heart catheterization and coronary artery bypass this week." Doctor Marker walked quickly.

Doctors Standard and Staplton whispered and giggled glancing at the new tall intern joining them. All of them had been doing rounds in different departments for weeks. They had all gotten a form letter Bill would be joining them at some point.

"Doctor's I would appreciate, professionalism, " Bill told the gigglers.

"I'd appreciate working with all professionals," Doctor Henshire murmured.

"Sorry Doctor Günther," I'm Breanna or Doctor Standard if you will. The rude mumbler is Doctor Henshire. He is just a little cranky baby to everyone so don't take anything he says personally."

"I'm Doctor Jason Staplton," He smiles. "It is a pleasure to have you work with us. I think what you are doing to get more realism into your work is great."

"Yeah," Doctor Standard looked up to him with big blue doe eyes. "Any questions you have, we have no problem trying to answer. Anything, at all."

Bill smiled nervously, "Thank, I appreciate that."

They get to the door of the first patient. Masks and gloves are outside the door. Doctor Marker put his mask and gloves on and the others follow suit.

"This patient, female 25 years old presented with pain on the right side of the throat, difficulty swallowing, A hoarse voice, fever, swollen lymph nodes, yellow coating on the tonsils, and a severe recurring sore throat over the last year. Who would like to tell me why she is here?"

Doctor Staplton jumped on the question first. "She needs her tonsils taken out."

Doctor Mark nodded, "Correct Doctor Staplton. We will go in and each access here one last time before her surgery. Then you will watch me in the observation room. She was just medicated for surgery minutes ago. How should we proceed when we walk in her room? "

"We should inform her on the dangers of the surgery before checking her vitals," Doctor Henshire said smugly.

"No Doctor Henshire," Doctor Marker glared at him. "The patient is told of the dangers and all possible outcomes in the initial consultation. We need to make sure she is relaxed and in good spirits before going to surgery. Talk kindly to her. Ask her if she has any questions. Answer her calmly."

Everyone walked into the room.

The patient was smiling. Her eyes were glossy from the medication. "Hey there Doctor sexy eyes." She giggles looking at Bill. "Those eyes belong to Bill Skarsgard. What a Hunk." She giggles again.

Bill chuckles nervously.

Doctor Marker picked up her chart on the end of the bed. "How are you feeling Miss Johnston?"

"Dandy as candy," She smiled. Her eyes were a little droopy.

"We are going to listen to your heart and check your lymph nodes before you go down to surgery Miss Johnston." Doctor Marker flipped through her chart. "Looks like blood pressure and blood work are good. These interns are Doctor Standard, Doctor Henshire, Doctor Staplton, and Doctor Günther."

They all listened to her heartbeat and felt under her neck. Bill went last and did as he saw everyone else do. She was smiling ear to ear as he heard her heartbeat so steadily. He glands were so swollen even he could feel how abnormal they felt.

As they were taking her vitals the transporter came in with the gurney. They all walked to the operating room.

Miss Johnston looks up at Bill. His hand on the rail walking along side. She reached for his hand. "Will, you be there when I wake?"

"Bill takes her hand," His eyes light up with a smile. "Yeah, I promise I'll be there."

He was not sure if that was an appropriate response from a Doctor. He made a mental note to ask later.

"Thank, Bill," she murmured before they wheeled her into the operating room.

Bill followed the other interns up some stairs, "Was it alright for me to hold the patients hand and reassure her like I did?" He threw the question out for any of the others to answer.

"No," Doctor Henshire chastised instantly.

Doctor Standard glared at Doctor Henshire, "To elaborate on Doctor Henshire’s comment, it is not something most Doctors do. Sometimes a family member will walk with the patient holding their hand before they get to the operating room. It is fine to comfort a patient before surgery and I think you helped her be in good spirits which is important for a Doctor to do, in my opinion."

" I think holding a patient's hand is fine if it makes them trust you better, Doctor Staplton chimed in, "You just have to watch you don't get to emotional invested in the patients. If you do that, this place will rip you to pieces emotionally."

"Yeah," Bill nodded, "My brother offered me that advise also. He is a Doctor in Sweden. I tagged along with him last week but I really wanted to see things inside of a hospital in the States for the character I will be playing next."

They sit in an enclosed glass room over looking the operating room. Doctor Marker explains everything he is doing step by step. He wants his students to be ready to join him in the operating room and eventually perform the procedure by themselves. Bill's eyes are big and interested as he watches and takes notes. He also takes notes on how the others are reacting to watching.

Bill is standing at Miss Johnston's bedside when her eyes flutter open, "Don't try to speak Miss Johnston. If you can keep the secret you know who I am I will bring you something special when you feel better tomorrow." He winks.

She smiles and nod yes that she will keep it a secret he is there. Then she nods back off to sleep. She is unsure if he was really who she thought he was with the preop shot and the haze she was still in when she woke in recovery.

The interns followed Doctor Marker for ten hours checking in on patients. Also learning about the paper work that must be done. "It is an important part of the job," he told them. Other than stopping in the cafeteria  for 15 minutes to grab a coffee and a snack on the run they had no real break.  But finally the exhausting day came to an end.

"Hey Doctor Günther, we are going for a drink at Cleats," Doctor Staplton looked to Bill as they hung up their white coats in the locker room. "You want join us?"

"Thanks man, um Doctor Staplton," Bill said politely. "I have some more work to do tonight. Then getting some rest." Bill wanted to make sense of his notes while they were fresher in his mind so he could make character suggests in the script to show the director next Monday.

"We will see you tomorrow at 4am then," Doctor Staplton walked out with Bill.

"Sure thing," Bill said excitedly. Most of them seemed to be cool with him being there. "I'm looking forward to learning more."

The next morning as he got to the last light before pulling into the Doctor's parking lot in his rented black kia telluride with tinted windows he saw the vultures. Media trucks, reporters and camera people covered the entrance to the hospital. Bill shook his head as he pulled into the parking lot.

When he parked he took his phone out to call his manager, "I had one good day before they all found out. Any patient or visitor could have informed them. Can you be here within a half an hour. Bring some signed posters of my characters. I have a fan I want to visit before leaving today. And bring Mr. Mike."

His manager and bodyguard, Mr. Mike,  got there within twenty-five minute. They all went to the administration office to have another chat with Mr. Garrett.

"I'm sorry about all that craziness out there, " Mr. Garrett apologized.

"I don't think it was your people Mr. Garrett," Bill shook his head. "Everyone was pretty cool yesterday. I'm sorry they are in the way out there. Why don't you go out to give a statement that I was here yesterday researching a new role. I'm going to visit a patient I met yesterday before I leave through the back. I'm really sorry about the media barrage."

"I'm sure they will leave once I tell them you are not here," He shakes Bill's hand.

Pam comes in to take notes for an amendment to the original paperwork that both parties do not blame employees for the media presence. Bill agrees that instead of a week, one day was enough to get the information he was looking for in the experience. She typed it all up and both parties signed. The amendment was attached to the original contract that Bill's manager and Mr. Garrett had handy.

"Pam you may share that picture tonight after work as long as say I was only here one day," Bill smiles kindly.

Pam got excited, "Of course Mr. Skarsgard."

Bill's manager and bodyguard follow him to the lockers. Bill gets the coat and stethoscope in his assigned locker. He grabs a mask from the secretary at the closest desk. They get on the elevator to head to the eighth floor where Miss Johnston was taken after her recover time.

Bill walked in her room. His manage walks in with him holding a bag of posters and things signed. Mr. Mike, stands at the door.

"How is my first ever patient today?" His sparkling green eyes smile at her.

She drops her spoon in her oatmeal mid-bite, "Doctor um Günther." She turns beat red. "I was sure I hallucinated I saw you. I, are you..."

He took his mask off, "You weren't that out of it Miss Johnston."

She was so surprised, "call me Jen, um Bill?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, you can call me Bill. You didn't tell anyone you thought you saw me, did you Jen."

"No, I really thought I dreamed it. "She laughed.

"Good," he smiled as he sat on the edge of her bed. "Who's your favorite character I've played?"

"Oh I love a lot of them for different reason and some of them really just need more love to help them..."

He sat just listening to her paddle on for a moment.

"But Mickey is the best," She giggled. "Such a lovable little small time criminal. He deserved better. I cried to hard at the end of that movie. But I have also already pre-cried for..."

"Okay, No spoilers." He fake pouts like Mickey. "I don't know if I know how my projects based on books ended yet. Sorry I made you cry so much."

"It is like you are killing me with these tv shows and movies and I love it," She giggled more.

"Well, I have a few things for you before I go." Bill grinned. Mr. Glassgo hand me the Mickey things."

His manager hand him a two rolled up posters and a funko pop of Mickey from Villains.

Jen unrolls a poster and stares at it. Then stares at Bill and stares back at the poster.

"Pretty silly, right?" Bill chuckles. "Its a one of a kind poster. The back is signed. The other one is just the original poster from the movie Villains."

She unrolled it, "Thanks, Bill. I really appreciate you stopping by and all these things. But especially just holding my hand before I went into surgery."

"You are welcome Jen," He gets up. "I have to go. You know what Mr. Glassgo?"

"What Bill?" his manager answers.

"Just give her the whole bag of stuff you brought." Bill grabbed the bag and tossed it to her before leaving.

Jen squealed as she reached for it. Posters and funko pops for everything he has ever been in and a few posters for movies not yet out.

He got out of the hospital without being seen. The hospital administrator made a statement so most of the media were gone by the time he drove back to the hotel. The ones that stayed tried to continue to interview hospital personnel, but most people had no contact with him. Those that did knew not to comment to the media.

By 8pm Pam sends the picture of her and Bill to all her social media with the hashtag #whatahunk

[fanficsaremylifeline]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), Sarah Rogers Additional Tags: Song Lyrics, Song fic, Emotional Hurt, Grief/Mourning, post Bucky falling, Alcohol, way too much of it, stroll through memory lane

Song is 'Talia' by King Princess

Hey, my love

I buried you a month or two ago

I keep thinking that you're standing on my floor

That you're waiting there for me

***

“You punk alright?”

Steve glanced up to see an outstretched hand and he let the stranger pull him to his feet.

“Thanks”, he mumbled. He lost the fight. Again.

“Come on.” The other boy pulled Steve behind him and all but pushed him on the steps of the school. “You're good.”

“Right”, Steve scoffed. It was only the third time this week, Steve had found himself seated on his behind, after some bully didn't get the meaning of simple personal boundaries and being a decent person.

“I mean it”, the other boy assured him. “You got a few good punches in. I got just one question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why the hell would you fight that guy? He's easily triple your size and his fist has about the same size as your head.” He looked at Steve the same way his Mum always did, a mixture of concern and exasperation.

“He's a bully”, Steve just shrugged.

“Yeah, I know. But he won't stop bullying, just cause some scrawny punk tries to punch him in the face.”

“You sound like my Ma...”

“And she sounds like a poor woman, having to deal with you. But well, now I'm looking out for you.”

“Huh?” Steve looked at the other guy. Dark eyes, even darker hair and a smile from ear to ear, showing where one of his front teeth had fallen out.

He just shrugged and got up. “I'm your new best friend and look after you from now on. You punk.”

“You're a jerk”, Steve shot back, but the smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

“Oh, you have no idea... Come on, I'll walk you home.”

Back home, his Mum was all over him. “Steven Grant Rogers, how often do I need to tell you not to get into fights!”, she tutted, as she cleaned his face up.

“But he was a bully!”

“And you're a sick kid”, Sarah sighed and cupped his face. “I'm just worried that one of these days you're gonna get hurt real badly.”

“Well, I have a new best friend now”, Steve grinned proudly. “He says he'll look out for me.”

“That is wonderful. Who is he?”

“He and his family just moved here from Indiana, they actually live just down the street.”

“And what's this young man's name?”

Huh. Steve stilled as realization hit that he and his new best friend have skipped over one quite important detail... “No idea... I'll ask him tomorrow in school.”

“You do that”, Sarah laughed. “Until then, I got new pencils and there is this empty space just by the fridge...”

***

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

The grin dropped from Bucky's face and in one quick motion he dove behind Steve's bed and probably somewhere underneath it. He had barely disappeared, when the door opened and Mr Barnes stormed inside.

“Steve, where is my son?”

“I don't see him”, he just shrugged.

“That wasn't my question and you know it. But since I don't feel like searching through your room, you can tell that young man that he is in deep trouble, and can kiss his allowance for the next week goodbye.”

“That's not fair!”, Bucky protested as he appeared from behind the bed again. “It wasn't even my fault, it was all on Becca!”

“Yes, I am sure that you sister burned her own doll's hair.”

Buck just shot a skew grin back at his dad.

“Right then”, Mr Barnes cleared his throat. “There are two options, I'm feeling gracious today so you can choose. You can either pay for the repairs or you'll be kept from Steve for the next month.”

“WHA...” Both boys stared at the man with wide open eyes. Bucky, being kept away from Steve? They'd be dead within a week!

“Fine, I'll pay for Becca's stupid doll”, he grumbled and, his head hung low, he trudged towards his father. “I'm sorry, sir.”

“I know you are. Now, you're coming home with me, you have a sister to apologize to and we're not done talking yet.”

Ouch. Steve knew exactly what 'talking' referred to, as did Bucky, who flinched and hid his hands behind his back.

“Have a nice evening, Steve”, Mr Barnes greeted him and walked out the door. He had his arm around Bucky's shoulder to make sure that the boy wouldn't run off. Buck only shot Steve a small smile, before following his Dad.

“Morn, punk”, Bucky greeted him, as they walked to school together.

“Hey, jerk”, Steve shot back. “You alright?”

“Yeah”, Buck waved it off, “got only two with the ruler and spend the entire evening alone in my bedroom to do some quiet contemplation.”

“Oh?” Steve grinned up at his friend. “And what did you quietly contemplate?”

“That you're a punk.” With his arm around Steve's shoulder, the two boys disappeared in the school building.

***

I can see you dancing, I can lay down next to you

At the foot of my bed

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“I brought you soup!” Steve hadn't even realized that his bedroom door had opened, when Buck stood right in front of his bed, a steaming bowl in his hands. “My Mum made it, with potatoes and cabbage.”

“I'm not hungry. And you shouldn't be here or you'll get sick”, Steve sighed, before a coughing fit took him.

“Right”, Bucky rolled his eyes, clearly to hide his worry, and helped Steve to sit up. “I've been around your viruses and germs and shit for about eight years. I think I'm immune to all things Steve by now.”

“'Cause that's how it works...”

“At least that's how friendship works”, Buck made clear, sat himself opposite Steve on his creaky bed and put the bowl of soup in his lap. “I will feed you, so don't test me, punk.”

“Fine”, Steve shrugged and opened his mouth.

After a moment of shocked and surprised silence, Bucky laughed so hard, he almost dropped the bowl. “You're impossible!”, he giggled, but complied and fed Steve his soup.

“You know, if you don't get that job at Mr Johnson's workshop, you could go into nursing”, Steve grinned, once he felt like he was filled to the brim.

“If all my patients are as horrible as you, I will have to be send to the asylum.”

“Don't worry, I'd visit you.”

“And bring me a file, so I can escape?”

“I'll bake it into a nice cake”, Steve assured him.

“Oh god.” Buck's face dropped at the pure implication of Steve in the kitchen. “You'll burn the house down!”

“Ha, ha”, Steve deadpanned, before another coughing fit took him

“Did you see the doctor already today?” Sometimes Steve was really surprised by how easy Bucky could switch from teasing to concern and genuine worry.

Since the words were stuck somewhere in his throat, Steve just nodded.

“And?”

Steve knew exactly what Bucky was aiming for, but he didn't want to worry him, so he just shrugged.

“Steven Grant Rogers, I know exactly when you're lying, so I swear to God, tell me what the doctor said, or I'll tell Ruthie that you're in love with Ms Nelson.”

Oh, come on! With a groan, Steve just fell back on the bed. Whatever you told Bucky's sister Ruth at breakfast was common knowledge by lunchtime. And if he told her that Steve was in love with their Mathematics teacher... That would be social murder.

“Fine...” He turned his face just enough, so he didn't have to look at Bucky. “20:80.”

“Shit.”

When the doctor told him earlier today, Steve just wanted to cry. He's never had such bad chances at making it through the night and he had never before been that scared to close his eyes.

“Well then.” Bucky put the soup away and made himself comfortable next to Steve on the bed. “What do you want to do?”

“Not die...”

“That's obvious”, Buck shot back, trying – and failing – to mask his fear. “But I mean right now. I can tell you about school, I could read to you, if you want.”

“Just 'cause you got an A in reading...” Even though it hurt, Steve couldn't help his eyeroll. If he weren't overtaken by coughing fits, he too would have an A in reading.

“I can also sing to you!”

Oh, heaven's no. Steve's face just dropped and Buck started laughing. “I know, I know... Torturing cats sounds nicer than my singing. I am more of a dancer after all.” He flailed his arms a little, as if he were guiding a girl over the dance floor.

In the end he did start reading Sherlock Holmes, until Steve's tiredness won.

“Love you, jerk”, he whispered, just before sleep took him.

“Love you too, punk.”

And then it went dark.

Steve opened his eyes to his Mum by his bedside and Buck, lying half on top of him, snoring. And that not just softly.

“Morning, love”, his Mum smiled.

“Hey, Ma.” He made it through another night, he beat the odds again.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired”, Steve mumbled and gently squeezed his Mum's hand.

“That I believe. It's ok to fall asleep again, me and James are both here to look after you.”

“Ok.” He even managed a weak smile as he closed his eyes again. Still deep asleep, Buck scooted a little closer against Steve and held tightly onto the smaller boy.

Yeah, he'd be just alright here.

***

I can see your dancing, I can lay down next to you

At the foot of my bed

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick, I can lay down next to you

But it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“It is with a heavy heart that we say goodbye to Sarah Rogers, a formidable woman, wife and mother. It was her mission in life to save others, no matter what the consequences for her own life. This spirit, the fighting for the weakest amongst us, is how we will remember her.”

Steve sat out on the fire escape, staring out over the busy street underneath him. He didn't even bother to try and fight the tears that made their way down his cheek.

She had fought for the longest time against the illness. What made everything worse was that Steve couldn't get to her, not really at least. With his non-existent immune system, he was forced to stay behind glass windows, unable to hold her hand like she had done for him time and time again. After she was there for him all his 18 sick and almost dying years, he couldn't be there the one time she needed him.

He tucked his knees closely against his chest, as the wind picked up. “You'll catch your death”, she'd say, “just come inside, before the coughing starts again.” If he closed his eyes, Steve could almost hear her say it.

“You'll catch your death.”

That wasn't his Mum. He didn't need to look up though, to know that it was Bucky who climbed out to him. However, instead of trying to talk Steve into climbing back inside and have a warming cup of tea, Buck wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled Steve in.

They just sat in silence and for the first time in days, maybe even weeks, Steve didn't feel like the world was gonna come crushing down on him if he wasn't strong for everyone around him. With Buck, he didn't need to be strong, he could be taken care of instead.

***

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

“I still can't believe that that scrawny little punk that never backed away from a fight, is now America's new favourite hero”, Bucky chuckled as they sat around the fire.

“Trust me, I can't believe it myself”, Steve laughed, before emptying his cup.

“Ma would be really proud”, Buck eventually smiled. “She always fought for the little ones and now her little boy's following in her foot steps.”

“She raised me right. Both of us”, he added.

“Yeah...”

They were silent for a while, just staring into the flames, as memories of years long ago passed back through Steve's mind.

“You know”, he broke the silence, “when we first met, Ma was so confused about some kid from Indiana just picking up random boys from the street.”

“In her defence, it's exactly what I did”, Buck laughed.

“Why, though?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you pick me? What, about that breathless, dirty, sick, little beat-up loser, screamed: I need to look out for him now?”

“Exactly that”, Buck shrugged, “you were a breathless, dirty, sick, little, beat-up loser. Someone had to look out for you. But just to make one thing perfectly clear.” Buck locked eyes with him and the warm nostalgia in his expression made way for something almost scolding. “Just because you are now a super human, doesn't mean I have to let you do all sort of crazy shit, because that, my friend, is never gonna happen.”

“Yes, Ma”, Steve moaned and rolled his eyes, before the grin broke through.

“Thank you”, Buck grinned back, “for that wonderful compliment. If I manage to be half the person that Sarah Rogers was...”

“You already are”, Steve made clear. “At least to me.”

“Which is more than enough”, Buck smiled back and pulled Steve into a hug. “Love you, punk.”

“Love you, too, jerk.”

***

If I drink enough

I can taste your lipstick I can lay down next to you

but it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

***

The loud bang of the empty bottle, as it shattered on the bare wall, echoed through the apartment. It was a little solace that the pieces flew all through the room, glittering ever so slightly in the lamp's glow.

But Steve didn't give a fuck about the aesthetics.

What he did give a fuck about, was the fact that he still didn't feel anything.

Four bottles. Four bottles of whiskey now lay broken on the ground and Steve didn't even feel the slightest tinge of being drunk. He could have had water and the result'd be the same: He was sitting in his barren room, feeling heartbroken and so out of place, and he couldn't even drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Didn't mean that Steve would stop trying.

Maybe whiskey bottle no five, which he opened and took a generous sip from, would change something. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would grant him the gentle buzz, that he was craving. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would offer the light-headedness that would help Steve relax. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would allow Steve to just close his eyes, let the alcohol do its job and take him into dreamless sleeps. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would mush his brain enough for Steve to stop seeing Bucky's face, a grimace of fear and panic, as he fell. Maybe whiskey bottle no five would be intoxicating enough for Steve to forget, even if only for five minutes.

Or maybe, whiskey bottle no five would be the one to let Steve finally wake up next to Buck again.

***

Hey, my love

I buried you a month or two ago

I keep thinking that you're standing on my floor

That you're waiting there for me

But it's all in my head

If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you

[bakudekuficlibrary]

hey, can i ask for a fics where bakudeku are texting each other? if not, thank you anyway ;*

Here’s a mini-list of the fics I could find with texting/messaging between bakudeku! Because you specified bkdk texting each other, I excluded group chat AUs. AO3 also has parent tags that include variations of the tag, so many fics with sexting tagged instead of texting came up. We decided to separate those from the fics with just the texting (or the texting and sexting) tags.

- Jay

20 Works.

Texting

BNHA Grindr AU No One Asked For by HatakeJory ( E | 70,979+ | 37/50 )

Izuku is a second-year at U.A. and ready for his first relationship so he downloads the gay dating app known as Grindr. He meets pro hero and U.A. graduate Bakugou Katsuki who is looking for a cute boy to spoil, and eventually someone who’s awesome enough to run his Hero Agency with.

Who knows what they’ll find in each other?

[Underage]

I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind by yabakuboi ( G | 3,508 | 1/1 )

For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away.

Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood.

[Abandoned] They Say 3 a.m. is the Hour of the Wicked. They Weren’t Wrong, but I Didn’t Expect “Wicked” to Mean This. by Celestial_Hero ( T | 16,085 | 13/? )

Remember the last time you actually slept before 3 in the morning? Neither does Izuku, thanks to the #alwayslit conversations from the hellhole known as the group chat. Where the pizzas are always b o n e l e s s and the shade constant, Izuku wonders what he’s done wrong in his life to deserve the constant salt from the active landfill.

Not Who You Think by SinaBrosLN( E | 6,406+ | 4/? )

Who knew one simple photo of you and your best friend could have your crush messaging you, asking for you to date them! It was too good to be true!

A story where Katsuki thinks Izuku is the cute girl in his profile photo and not the nerdy guy with messy hair.

Smile, Sunshine boy by Abyssale( M | 13,269+ | 4/? )

In another world, in another universe, Midoriya Izuku is born the only child of Toshinori Yagi A.K.A All Might. To protect his little family, he decided to go back to America after a villain attack. In this world, Izuku is not born quirkless, but his quirk can help him to be a superhero. With All Might as his role model, he decided to train, and do what he can to become someone his dad can be proud of.

This story begins some years after this, in California where Midoriya Izuku met U.A. students on a school trip. This is the story of a sunshine boy, who will find friendship, love and other things along the way. It’s the story of a family who can move mountains to protect each other. It’s just another story about the life of Midoriya Izuku.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Rain by naths( G | 1,335 | 1/1 )

Midoriya woke up to the sound of light rain pattering against the window. Lazily he rolled himself onto his back and rubbed his eyes before he glanced at the clock. 10 am. Bakugou was at work by now. But he had the day off. So he had their apartment all for himself.

He snuggled down into the pillows and pulled the blanket further over him again. If he just stayed a few more moments in bed then that would be fine. He grabbed his phone and checked it for some messages, but the only one he had gotten was from Ochaco and Kacchan.

He opened Kacchan´s first.> Morning Nerd! It´s raining so put on a coat if you go out. Be back around 5 pm. Take care of yourself.Midoriya chuckled to himself and texting a quick reply> Thank you Kacchan, will be. Love you.

I don’t think you care, but do you? by confused_atm( M | 5,577 | 5/? )

Izuku is still scarred from his relationship with Katsuki during their childhood, and maybe they try to fix it. Together.(I’m bad at summaries y'all :’) help idk what I’m doing)!!TRIGGER WARNING!! There is self-harm, but only in like the first chapterThis is rated M bc of ^ and underage drinking uwu

[Self Harm]

Not Worried, but Katsuki’s a Liar by DeathByShyKid( T | 1,781 | 1/1 )

Katsuki tried not to resort to anger, tried to control it, he really did but Izuku was not answering his texts.

He wouldn’t have needed to text him if Izuku had shown up to school like he’s supposed to. By the time he’d already been seated and turned to look at where his boyfriend should have been sitting, Katsuki realized that the brat wasn’t even there. So, he was not worried but definitely shot a text Izuku’s way.

The Domestic Life Of Married Heroes by The_Crafty_Cracker( M | 2,642+ | 2/? )

Izuku smiles at the messages, he adores and loves his friends so very much, of course, he’ll go and help them out-wait!

This was the week that he and Kacchan had specifically placed a holiday in for at their agencies so that they could go out on a few dates and spend some time together without interruption.

But right now his friends need him…

Kacchan would understand, right?

Right?

[Abandoned] the space between by ruche( T | 4,707+ | 1/? )

Deku shifted weight back and forth on his feet. “Is it alright if I text you while you’re away?”

“Hah? You already text me.”

Or: with the gift of technology, Izuku manages to bug Katsuki even when he’s in another city entirely and has more important things to do. But alright.

Don’t Call My Boyfriend A Cuck, You Cuck by mearows( T | 294 | 1/1 )

1 New Message Kacchan’s PA: Good morning, Midoriya-san! Please don’t let Bakugou-san near any social media for today. If possible take away his phone and/or laptop. That’s all, thank you! 

Dear Future Boyfriend by peacheszxcx( G | 2,055+ | 16/? )

Dear Future Boyfriend,You probably don’t know even know me yet, so I guess I have to introduce myself. Hi! I’m Midoriya Izuku, your future boyfriend. I hope I could meet you soon! Love,Izuku

It’s Not A Date! by otaku916( M | 3,672+ | 1/? )

“If he doesn’t attack you the moment you walk through the door his dick is broken.” Ochako interrupted, making Izuku and Iida both choke on their spit.

Or

What happens when you have the emotionally constipated, gruff, socially inept guy ask out the oblivious nervous wreck? An awkward disaster of a date that’s what. Go through the pain of first dates, hormones, and running away from your feelings that comes with going through puberty - all while training to be a hero!

The Only One Who Can Receive His Feelings by dracofides( G | 1,744+ | 1/? )

Izuku gains the courage to text his crush to congratulate him on winning the game because he had nothing to lose, but Katsuki doesn’t take this very well and lashes out, demanding his name and purpose. It leads to Izuku telling him a story. After hearing, Katsuki suddenly feels guilty, so he lets Izuku stick around.

They bond.

….

A BakuDeku Text Story [Encoded like a text message]

“Yeah…” I turned back around and he was waiting for me ( Not Rated | 1,180 | 1/1 )

“Sorry.” I hide my head from his face which was slowly turning into a smile.

“Did you think I’d believe that?” He questioned.

“No.”

“I didn’t, I know you Kacchan.” My heart ached. Was this lie bringing us closer together?

Fuck yeah.

I just nodded, my face red. He’s the only one who can call me that.

Sexting

Swipe Right by Cellaira( E | 9,180 | 2/2 )

Kirishima had another stupid idea, and Katsuki had nothing to lose. Then, he discovered a witty, freckled, attractive stranger, and he had everything to gain.

(Like some damn good sex.)

In other words, the Grindr AU no one asked for but everyone secretly needed.

[On Hiatus] dick pic epistolary by animeboybuttsex( M | 10,113+ | 8/? )

Bakugou Katsuki? Needing FRIENDS? pfft nooooo

OR the original “accidental dick pic from a stranger” fic that there’s at least one of in any fandom

told in mostly texts at first

[ON HIATUS]

[Underage]

How Am I Getting Out of This One? by AniseTokunaga( E | 3,178+ | 2/? )

“There’s something he wants to try– actually, maybe a couple of things, if he’s being honest…”

Izuku fantasizes about Katsuki; a couple of mistakes in the making might make things more interesting, much to Izuku’s embarrassment.

More tags to be added if/when I update.

Claiming Deku by Kyna_Winchester( E | 8,245 | 1/1 )

It’s been two weeks since Izuku last snuck into Katsuki’s dorm room and he’s growing desperate. Can he make it through a day full of classes with his mind unable to focus on how bad he wants Katsuki?

The Selfie Challenge by errant_rivalry ( E | 3,902+ | ½ )

Frustrated by his separation from Katsuki due to incompatible work shifts, Izuku takes Ochako’s advice and downloads a little app called Snip Pic to help improve communication between the duo.

Things, inevitably, get a little out of hand.