#and his ears are still long and undamaged ; u ;

[pomellon]

Kid eupie!Punz receiving his bee plush Teddy <3 

[muwur]

Hiii and welcome!! May I please request for the lovable annoying baby Hinata who has a HUGE crush on this popular girl in his class and one day she sees him at the mall or something and rushes to him begging him to pretend to be her boyfriend because there’s a group of guys that won’t leave her alone and that’s when she finally realizes that this gorgeous sweetheart exists and Hinata is just on cloud 9 the entire time but then he remembers it’s all fake :((((( teeeee

✿ pretend boyfriend pt. 1

♡ scenario ♡ for hinata

❧ fem reader

✎ 3.2k words

a/n: aw hello ty for the welcome <3 also this request made me cackle AAHAHAHAHA. also this format is interesting lolol, im so indecisive about how i want it

anyways, hope u enjoy hehe >.> this came out a lot longer than i had originally planned but did i even have a plan in the first place buut i aint complaining LOL

also yes theres going to be a pt 2 firhfnxfwifj hehe

requests: open! pls bbys dun b shy i have summer skool soon fml i need this to make me procrastinate on work LMAO

-having been preoccupied with volleyball, crushes never crossed Hinata’s mind

-however, he was about to find out that he was quite clueless when it came to love

-he found himself speeding to school on his bike one morning, riding at breakneck speed to try to make it on time

-ahhhh, i was so excited about the first day of going to karasuno and seeing their volleyball team that i couldnt sleep until 4 am...!

-that explains why he overslept

-lost in his thoughts, he nearly failed to notice the girl who was walking in front of him

-and so, at the very last minute, he swerved. i nto a tree.

- “oh my gosh! are you okay??”

-if he wasn’t okay before, now he’s cURED because the most beautiful girl was looking down at him with an outstretched hand, concern in her eyes

-he jumped up instead and waved his arms in front of himself, blushing and nodding, “y-yeah, I’m fine! don’t worry about me, a-are you okay??”

- “you’re the one who crashed into the tree!” you responded with shock as you moved to pick up his bike off the ground (luckily, it was undamaged)

-he took the handlebars after you offered them to him

-you frowned slightly. “i’m sorry, i should’ve watched where i was going. are you hurt?”

-he was too busy gawking at you to realize his head started bleeding

-cue you yelling frantically “y-your head! it’s bleeding!” and rushing him to the nurse’s office

-in his head: ‘i-im holding her hand’

-nearly combusted on spot

-and that was how he met you

-later he found out he actually shared the same class with you!

-though you never seemed to notice LOL

-you sat on the opposite side of the room, closer to the front of the class

-he sat all the way in the back, so it’s not like you would’ve really seen him but it was the perfect spot for hinata to stare at you and not pay attention to class

-and during breaks or when the teacher left the room for a few minutes, everyone around you would try to spark up a conversation with you

-oh how he wished he could make you smile and laugh like that too

-and whenever he saw you outside of class, he hid immediately (behind walls, doors, lockers, people *coughkageyamacough* “hinata boke!”, etc) and admired you from afar, way too nervous to approach you after your first encounter several weeks ago

-he just kNOWS he’ll do something stupid and end up a stuttering, blushing mess

-besides, you probably forgot who he was ;((

-one day at lunch, he hid behind yamaguchi, who was confused until he followed hinata’s intent gaze to your form, which was walking by in front of the pair

-kageyama, who also took notice, smiled devilishly

- “pfffft, she’d never glance your way”

- tsukki deadpanned, “you don’t stand a chance. she’s way too pretty for you and people are lining up just to talk to her”

-cue hinata fighting kags n tsukki, blushing and with tears pricking at his eyes

- “aw, guys, don’t be so mean, I think he just has a crush!” yams snickered what an angel (no i am not in love w this man)

-one weekend, hinata was out in a nearby shopping area to get some snacks for natsu cuz she wouldn’t stop bugging him about it (“you ate the rest of my candy, so you have to go get me some more!”)

-as he was leaving the store, hand in his bag, he felt a tug on his sleeve and heard a “psst”

-some higher being must’ve blessed him that day because here he was, face to face with the girl who’s been on his mind everyday for several weeks

-sdgfhjkljihyuitufjhk

-error.exe

-he opened his mouth to say something, maybe like a:

-“h-hey! you look familiar, I totally don’t know your name or think about you before i sleep at night, s-so hOWS the weather???”

-but before he could humiliate himself speak, you gave him a small smile and asked, “aren’t you the guy i took to the nurse after you crashed into that tree?”

- “y-yeah, that was me!” he stuttered out

-he was trying so hard to keep his cool, but he could feel his palms get sweaty and his body quiver with pANIC

-you stifled a giggle with your hand (hinata: so cute dfghjfgljkl) "im glad to see you’re doing well. sorry, i never introduced myself. my name’s y/n, what’s yours?”

-you extended your hand as a greeting

-yet all he could do was stare at it, dumbfounded

-the two brain cells he owned said we ouTTIE

- “my name’s hinata!” he yelled dramatically for no reason. “sorry, my hand’s a bit sweaty, otherwise i would shake yours!” so instead, he bent forward in a bow

-eyes wide at his sudden outburst and gesture, you laughed in response and waved a hand, “it’s okay, really! nice to meet you again, hinata”

-a few moments of silence passed by, he was still bending over, and you were looking at your surroundings awkwardly

-risking a glance up, he caught a nervous expression on your face, and it made his eyebrows furrow in concern

- “hey, are you okay?” he asked as he straightened his body

-nice. smooth and direct.

-you sheepishly looked at the ground and absentmindedly itched the side of your head, twirling a strand of hair with your finger

- “this is kinda embarrassing, but um... could you do me a favor? i promise it’s nothing too bad!”

-little do you know he would literally do aNYthing for you right now

- “of course!” he replied a little too quickly. “w-what is it?”

- “soooo, i ran into these guys from school earlier, and they won’t stop bothering me, especially this one guy. a lot of girls like him and think he’s cool, but he’s such a jerk! i honestly don’t know what they see in him. he’s been so insistent on dating me the past few weeks that i try to avoid him as much as possible...”

-you shyly looked up at him and he had to refrain from exploding

- “could you please, uh, pretend to be my boyfriend?”

-b-b-b-boYFrIeNd??

- “y-y-y-your b-b-b-boyf-f-friend?” he managed to sputter

-you clasped your two palms together in front of your face like a prayer and leaned forward slightly, closing your eyes. “just for today, i promise! i remember you were really sweet when i first met you, so i thought i could ask you! i need to get a few things and i know he’s still around here, so i might run into him and his friends again. also, earlier, i uh... kinda told him i had a boyfriend to see if he would back off, but i think it just made him angrier...”

-you were talking a bit too fast for hinata’s nonexistent brain to process, but he got the gist

-basically, he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of some guy that wouldn’t leave you alone

-it almost sounded like a dream come true

-except for the fact this was all fake and he wasn’t actually your boyfriend

-BUT HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU AND PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING HE WANTED TO BE

-AND PROTECT YOU

-AND HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU

-but...

- “err, how do i do that?”

-you looked back up at him questioningly. “do what?”

-he looked off to the side in embarrassment. “w-well, i’ve never really dated anyone, so i’m not sure how to act and make it believable...”

-you clasped his hands making him even more flustered and jumped up in excitement

- “so you’ll do it??”

-he could only manage to nod in response

- “great! ahhhh, thank you so much! you don’t know how much i appreciate this! as for the acting... well, we just have to do couple-y things. y’know, hold hands, stand close to one another, feed each other, take pictures together, kiss, all that stuff. just follow my lead!”

-did his ears deceive him?

-did you just say

-kISS??

-he?? was going to get?? to?/ kisS yOu?//dfokgjif

-he definitely looked like an idiot right now

-wide eyes glazed over, mouth opened slightly for the soul leaving his body, a grey and sickly pale complexion, stomach twisting from nerves and butterflies

-noya and tanaka would be so jealous

-and possibly kill him so they could replace him as your pseudo boyfriend

- “hinata? what’s wrong, d-did i say something?”

-your concerned voice brought him back to earth

-gazing into your cute, confused eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled

- ‘im acting so uncool right now! y/n needs my help!’

-he mustered up the courage to flash you a determined smile and a thumbs up. “i’ll be the best fake boyfriend you could ever ask for!”

-you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat

-you chuckled at his genuine display and smiled back. “then in that case, would you mind tagging along as i pick up a few things?”

-he could barely hold himself together when you clasped his hand and scooted close to him

-so close he could smell a pleasant scent wafting from you

- ‘i cant believe this is happening im holding her hand agAIN was this meant to be—‘

-and then his mind went blank for like the hundredth time in the last several minutes

-he followed you around, trying to steady his rapidly beating heart and ignore the warmth that remained on his cheeks

-how could you be so calm when you two were holding hands for so long?? (kags: it means she doesnt like u)

-he was both elated and terrified at the same time

-hinata couldn’t help but relish the way your fingers felt interlocked with your own

-how you slightly swung your arms together as you walked

-the way your eyes shone as you talked so casually with him

-the crinkle of your eyes and the sweet sound of your laugh when he said something that was apparently funny

- ‘fjjkdjnf i made her laugh‘

-he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair brushed your face when you leaned forward to inspect an item on a shelf

- “this is kinda cute, don’t you think?” you held up a small plush of a hedgehog

- “y-yeah, adorable!” but i’m not talking about the hedgehog

-it was no surprise to him, really, to see why you were so popular with everyone

-what’s not there to like? aside from your stunning beauty and intelligence, you were naturally charming and radiated an aura that just drew others in

-two hours passed and you both ended up sitting at a table, hands linked together across the table’s surface

- “ah, i need to answer this,” you breathed out, letting go of his hand to rummage your bag and answer your ringing phone

-ngl his hand was already getting cold and he missed your touch

-after a few nods and short replies, you ended the call and stood up

- “well, now that i’ve gotten everything, i have to head home now. ..”

- “oh... i-i mean, oh, alright! uhh, it was nice um, shopping with you!”

-his heart sank a bit now that this blissful time had come to an end

-disappointment seeped in hello darkness my old friend

-you, too, were a bit dismayed. you never expected to have enjoyed your time with him that much

-how come you never saw him at school? you definitely would’ve loved to get to know him more...

- “y-yeah, i had a good time, too! er, shopping, i mean! thanks again for following me around, though. you’re really sweet, hinata. i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help...”

- ‘come on, this is your chance!’

-boyo took another deep breath and opened his mouth to say, “y/n, could we do this again som--”

- “y/n! heyyy, i’ve been looking for you, sweet cheeks!”

-you both whipped around to see a group of guys approaching your table

-quickly, you pulled hinata close to you and whispered in his ear, “act natural.”

-nAtUral?????

-nodding, he stood up straighter and hesitantly snaked an arm around your waist

-then stiffened in fear when you were both surrounded by a group of guys who were all way taller than him

-you gave the boys a suspicious eye and scooted closer into hinata’s touch

-“what do you want? for the last time, i am not going out with you. don’t you know anything about respecting other people? besides, i’m already with someone,” you huffed

-the one in the front cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you two

-he had silky dark hair, smooth skin, a captivating gaze, and a smirk that could creep right under your skin

-“you expect me to believe small fry’s your boyfriend? him? with YOU? you could do so much better, buttercup. I could make you feel so good.”

-hinata could tell this guy was bad news. really bad news. he was the type who wouldn’t take no for an answer

- ‘ahhh, what do i do?? if i just stand here, he’s gonna keep harassing her! and possibly even hurt her...’

-the guy inched closer to you, much to your obvious discomfort as you stepped back, and he reached out to touch your cheek

-but hinata was quicker, and he slid in front of you before the guy could lay a finger on you

- “leave her alone! she obviously wants nothing to do with you.”

-the fiery glint in his eye was almost enough to make the other guy back off, but his pride wouldn’t let him

-angry, he instead grabbed fistfuls of hinata’s collar and spat in his face, “say that again, shorty.”

-hinata continued to stare into the other guy’s eyes daringly and grabbed a hold of his wrist in response

- “she said no. quit harassing a girl who’s made it clear she’s not interested, or else.”

- “or else what.”

-his grip on the guy’s wrist tightened and his eyes sharpened. “you’ll have to get through me, first.”

- “tch,” the taller male scoffed. he let go of hinata, pushing him back and glaring as he did so. then he glanced over at you still standing behind the orange-haired boy

- “bet you’ll get bored of shortstack over here soon enough. i’ll be waiting,” he remarked with a wink

-then he and his friends turned and walked away, disappearing from view

-hinata, who’s been running on pure adrenaline during this whole encounter, then collapsed on the floor from all the excitement and terror he tried to contain

- “h-hinata?!” you gasped, using your arms to support his sluggish body

- “ahhh... i thought he’d at least swing at me, but i got lucky...”

-he sounded breathless

-however, the last thing he expected was the soft press of your lips on his cheek

- “thank you, hinata. i really appreciate the way you stood up for me back there. no one’s ever really done that for me.”

-how many times can you die and come back to life in the same day?? p sure hinata’s broken the record for that by now

- “o-o-o-of course! i couldn’t just let him keep thinking that going after you like this is o-okay! i-i didn’t even do much, i-i mean you’ve been standing up to this guy for weeks, this was the least i could do to help--”

-and you were huGGING HIM

-he awkwardly returned the gesture, eyes wide with shock as he patted your back

- “i mean it. thank you. i hope he backs off, but...” you bit your lip and pulled away

- “w-what’s wrong...?”

-you sighed. “i have a feeling he’s still going to be bothering me for a while. i hate to ask this of you, but...”

- “could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit longer? at least until he gets the hint and stops...?”

-did this mean...

- ‘dating’ you at scHOOL???

-kageyama and tsukki will never let him live it down, he could already imagine their comments

- “why’d she pick you of all people for this job?? you’re so?? you???”

- “couldn’t she have chosen to be with someone more believable??”

-he shook his head from his thoughts

- “i-is that a no?” you asked worriedly

- “n-no! i mean, yes! i mean, ignore that! i can pretend for as long as you need, y/n.”

- “ahhh, thank you so much, hinata! i promise i’ll treat you to something in return!” you brought him back in a hug, swaying side to side in glee

-you both stood up after you let go. “we should exchange numbers!” you suggested

- ‘oh my gawd, im getting her number rdftegiuofref’

-tanaka and noya would be so proud tho

-you quickly typed down your contact information on his phone before handing it back to him. “alright, here you go, just give me a text! i have to go now.”

-you picked up your bags and gave him a parting smile. “i’ll see you at school! get home safe!”

-and with that, you were on your way

-he stood there and watched as you left, holding onto the cheek you had kissed earlier

-he couldn’t believe it

extra:

-he had texted you after he got home, giggling like a lovesick preteen (was he not thooo LOL) as he was reading your messages and sharing memes with you

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : oh ye btw, who’s your teacher? also, where do you usually hang out? just so i know where to find you. i never c u around school for som reason

me: oh rlly? thats strange... (pretending like he doesnt hide from you lol) im usually in the courtyard during lunch or in the gym for volleyball practice, and i have class with ms. akio

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : WE’RE IN THE SAME CLASS??? omg im so sorry, i never noticed :((

me: oh no its okay! i sit all the way in the back, so

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : well, i’ll make sure to greet you next time :) ! we’ll be seeing each other a whole lot more now, so

-he was still smiling like an idiot when natsu burst open his bedroom door

- “where’s my candy?!”

-shit, you probably took it with all your other bags by accident

- “uhhh....”

- “shoyooooo! you owe me, big time!”

-he rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i know, i’m sorry, i’ll buy you twice as much tomorrow.”

-he went back to typing away at his phone

-natsu raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “whatcha doinnn?”

- “nothing, go away.”

- “you’ve been on your phone all day!”

- “and?”

- “are you talking to a giiirrrlllll?”

- “n-no!”

- “then why are you blushinggg?? moommm! shoyo has a girlfriend!” then she added to her brother, “can i see her?? is she pretty??”

-he just groaned, putting a hand up to his face to cover his blush, and nodded

a/n: OKAY this def took me longer than i thot AAHAHA but no ragrets. ty for your request, anon, i rlly enjoyed writing this and i hope you liked it! there will be a part 2, ill try to get that done soon >.> stay tuned hehe. msg me or send me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist cx <3 have a great day or night, lovelies, wherever you are

[unikornu]

Page 12, The Gals Time, L&L,

The sun was slowly reaching a horizon casting a strong orange shade on the Nuka Town. Lucy and Gage were on the way back from another journey out into the dry desert, their spirits up as nothing seemed to disturb their routine of slowly getting the gangs under control. 

-Boss, are you sure you had nothing to do with that haunted little girl crap story? You seem pretty capable of causing mayhem from what i’ve seen. Gage joked and enjoyed the view in front of him as the boss was swinging her hips to the sides, puffing a smoke of his cigarette in the air. 

-Just because someone had a same name doesn’t mean its me, c'mon we know it was not even real. She kicked open the door to Fizztop and turned towards the elevator. - But i could show you something that is pretty fucking real..upstairs, if you catch my drift. She looked at him, biting her lips and leaned with her back to the wall at the elevator’s door. 

The more time they were spending together without arguing and fighting instead, pushing their plans onward the more deeper she seemed to fall into the rough raider and this post-nuclear lifestyle as it fitted her as well, even better than the one she had before. Gage wasn’t pushing her hidden suggestions away as often as he used to before, approaching her with his usual grin and looking down at her with certain satisfaction in his eye.

-Ohh…I bet you could start even on the way up hm? He punched a button next to her shoulder and as their lips were shortening the distance Gage suddenly stopped and pulled back up. 

- What now…? Lucy pouted and puffed at him, slightly annoyed by breaking the moment. 

- The elevator Boss…it is up, it never is as we leave. Something ain’t right. Someone else used it. They both backed off from the door with their weapons ready as the lift arrived down, its door opened, empty.

  -That someone might still be up there. Use the outside one and i will go from here. And take this, it might be a trap. She threw him a stealth boy and entered the elevator. 

- Ok Boss, just…be careful. They nodded at each other and as the door closed she crouched low and hugged the corner inside. Raider at the same time covered himself invisible and moved up from the outside.

 *ding* The door slide open, Lucy awaiting in the shadows for any sounds of steps from the room. Silence. She stood up and walked silently towards the patio eyeballing for anything suspicious around. Upon approaching the the two winged door she put her ear to the wooden rough structure of it, hearing just Gage arriving up. She opened the door slowly peeking through a small crack seeing just a dark tall silhouette. She gasped loudly and fell back as the bullet ripped through the wood right next to her cheek. - Fuck! He’s at the bar! Take this fucker down!

Gage heard the signal and as he was about to shove some lead into the man’s head his camouflage worn off. The man dodged the bullet, ducking behind the bar, answering the fire with the laser pistol. Using the distraction Lucy rolled towards the middle bar. She noticed the man wearing a long blue coat and a round classic hat, his face covered with a metalic mask and something that looked like a minuteman sign on his sleeve. As the men were exchanging bullets, shuttering everything to a pieces on their way she noticed that the stranger started heading towards the broken window pulling a stealth device from his pocket.

  - Oh no, you ain’t going anywhere sir. She threw her knife swiftly, its blade flying towards the man’s leg as he was about to make a long jump outside, losing his balance in a process and falling straight down to the hard concrete. The sound of body squashing upon the impact almost pulled the disgust on both of their faces but it turned fast into a chuckle. - Lets go see who the hell he was, maybe there is still something…scrapable. She ordered and rode down with the raider.

To their surprise the body was no longer down, vanished, only blood splattered around, her knife and a holotape, undamaged. She picked it up and shoved into the pipboy.

  “After a week her signal disappeared at the station. Next signal appeared almost a month later from the location…called..safari adventure? whatever, one of our bots managed to catch their plot. She wasn’t kidnapped or lost, neither she’s dead. Instead turned on us and the Commonwealth…traitorous bitch. We need to take her down before. When u finish, put the eyebot back on the patrol. I want to know everything so minutemen can prepare…”

-Oh my God…i forgot that Sturges installed that chip…in my pipboy in case of…. Fuck. Her face paled as she look back at Gage, her hands shaking.

-Boss…i will be fucking serious right now. Gage forehead wrinkled heavily as his eyebrows twitched into the anger. - You did not tell the fucking minuteman that you are done with them eh? You did not think for a single second that they might be fucking looking for you?! And that u have a fucking tracking chip in pipboy!  He approached her closer poking her chest with a finger, strong enough to make her lose balance. - You just endangered our whole plan with your stupid impulse thinking! And you know what? You gonna deal with it on your own this time because i will be busy setting up whatever shit i can at gauntlet and all over the Nuka Town to cover our fucking asses from being swarmed by minutemen or whoever was this guy. Good luck Boss. He moved her out of the way like a piece of furniture and stormed off deep into Nuka Town without even waiting to hear her back.

  -Gage wait…eh, shit.  She felt like their relationship resembled a sinusoid, going up and down so often but he was right this time, again…She stood confused thinking about her next move but it was first time she was on her own with a task at hand like that. Gage needed her in different matters but she relied on his advices so long that being now, without him made her feel helpless and unsure. After a moment of pondering it came to her mind that there is still one more person she can trust as much and that won’t judge her foolish actions, Lizzie Wyath.

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  Lizzie was spending most of the time in her laboratory, down the stairs under the Parlor where no one would bother her brilliant shy mind. But she was always all ears and mouth when it came to Boss, turning into a chatterbox that seemed to have no end. 

-Boss, what a nice surprise! Came to check in on my latest inventions or…maybe you wanna test some on your own? She approached her excited about the visit holding a vial that was releasing a strong stinky cloud in the air.

- Actually, i was about to ask you out. For a…field trip. You and me. Secret mission. Lucy was waving the hand under her nose to push the smoke away from her nostrils and coughing a bit.

  - Out? No no…you know i hate field missions. I only agreed to come here because Mags promised me my own laboratory and that she will use me only when its reaaaaally necessary. Lizzie turned back to her shelf full of vials but was stopped by the boss grabbing her by the upper arms and turning back at her.

-It is necessary Lizzie. I fucking need you and your brain right now. I fucked up badly and i could really use your help, please? I promise that if u agree i will then sit with you whole evening and test whatever weird ass shit stuff you want. Lucy was desperate shaking her as she started explaining what happened. Lizzie released her arms and raised the palms of her hands towards the boss trying to calm her down.

  -Okay okay cool off, chip, robot, minutemen. I will….help but come on first, lets sit and explain me the plan of ours as i get that chip out of your pipboy.

  Lizzie was the second person that Lucy came clear in terms of trust. She almost didn’t fit to the whole place and raider style but beneath that delicate darker skin and tired eyes the inventions and mental arsenal she could deliver proved very useful and scary at times to the Operators. After all she was also like a family member for Mags and William. The deadly trio since the very teenage times. Her introvertic bobble was poping every time she had a occasion to spend some alone time with boss, filling each other with stories and gossip around the town, bringing back some memories on how it was nice to chatter late night and drink without worrying about the gun pulled to the back of the head.

-Aaaaand there it is, that Sturges seem to know his stuff. Well attached, and it didn’t burn after all that time. Lizzie pulled with tweezers very gently a small square piece of tech out of the pipboy, almost impressed. - So..what do you want to do with it? She asked, putting her tools back at the shelf below.

Lucy took a chip, humming under her nose and spinning it in her fingers. After a short thought process she threw it to the ground and smashed with a heel of her boot. - Well, that! Now grab your stuff and lets go to safari to find that bot before i will join the Gage’s club of having another half the town blame me for some shitty mistakes.

  -Oh boy, right behind you Boss. Lizzie pulled a goggles up and snatched the plasma pistol along with a small bag of tools from the drawer. They headed out in a rush through the back door to avoid Mags and William stopping them to asnwer as to whats going on as Lizzie going out was already a strange evenement.

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  -Sooooo…..how is he? Hm? Lizzie broke a silence as they were on their way towards the Safari Park, the darkness of the incoming night surrounding them and only flickering lights of a distant buildings being their guide.

-Hm, who? Porter? She looked surprised by a direct question but seeing her relaxed face and corner of her lips raised slightly up she knew its a girl chit chat time. - Well…he’s not the most talkative man on the planet but he definitely recompense it with actions and uhm..looks. 

-Mmmm, what kind of actions? You like that rough bastard don’t ya? Lizzie soft corner smile turned into a grin pushing more personal questions upon her and seeing her blush more and more with each minute and her tongue tangling in words trying to explain that its nothing too serious.

- Oh, dammit Lizzie. I don’t even know if he would like….i mean, he said he cares about me, shit but..maybe in his own way. Fuck i don’t know. Lucy shook her head trying to get rid of the soft emotional thoughts slamming into her and get back on the task.  - We will talk it over once we are done and drunk enough for this crap, okay?

  -Sure thing Boss, lets find that flying can. Where was it last time? Up on a tree eh? Lizzie prepared her plasma gun as they entered the safari. The park belonged to the pack. They passed in silence, through the bushes, passing behind a patrol to avoid any unnecessary attention and discussions. Last thing she wanted is to word to spread out about the whole fuckupery. They managed to pass unnoticed into the labyrinth. On the last turn towards the elevator from behind the corner something or someone big bumped right into them pushing them both on their asses. 

-Boss? Lizzie? Now that is a nice surprise indeed, two lovely birds at the same time. Mason laughed and offered them both of his hands so they can pull themselves up. - So…what these two little birds are looking for around my turf hmm? He brushed and twirled the moustache in his fingers eyeballing them both. 

-Uhg, fuck, fine. We are looking for the eyebot, that was on the treehouse before. We kind of…need it for a special project. Lucy did what she could to sound confident in her half lie but Mason was a hard piece.

-Eyebot eh? U mean…that eyebot? He pulled a pile of scrap from behind and threw it down in front of them, one of pieces landing up on Lizzie’s foot.

  -Ouch, goddamit Mason - she squeaked and pulled her foot away. -Why did u smash it? It was kind of important. For my project. 

-Project ye……it wouldn’t let my boys sleep as it was bipping pretty loud as of late. Also if u excuse me i want to have a private chat with a Boss. Mason shooed Lizzie with a hand and as she disappeared out of view in the labyrinth bushes he turned his eyes to Lucy, with a suspicious glare.  

-So, Boss, what really is going on huh? And where is your golden boy, Porter? He approached her closer, taking a bunch of her hair and letting it slide through his palm. 

-Let’s say that i forgot to…burn some last threads related to some people before i took this job and we are fixing it, separate ways this time tho. There was no point lying to him now as it was also one of few occasions they could talk business alone. She let him play with her hair and simply stood there without moving.

  -Well, that has been taken care of...kind of. You can take whatever is left of that scrap with your lovely operator, to be sure,  but…there is one more matter. He leaned towards her, grabbing her chin and pulling her face up. With Gage around he would probably get punched by this time but they were alone. - The parks seem to be running out and there obviously is too many of us. I can see you go into Mags favor, i can understand it, caps are tops but…what about me hm? How do we stand in your plan Boss? Lucy decided it was the best moment to reveal her future plan to Mason as there wasn’t a chance anyone would eavesdrop on them or see them talking in private. Pure coincidence right on the spot.

- Operators will have three parks, u will keep two…but…i will give you the pleasure of slaughtering and ripping apart the last gang that won’t belong anywhere, the disciples. Mason liked what he just heard and a wide grin grew on his face.

  - I knew you were a smart lady. I swear i could fuck you right here for what u just said. Mason licked his lips but the spiky tip of the knife between his legs gave him a fair warning to back off with his idea. He released her and moved on, chuckling under his nose and sending a wink to Lizzie as he passed her by.

  He seems to have a big....appetite. So…we are okay? Can we go back to my lab now? She approached the boss scanning carefully the pieces of the eyebot, looking for anything unusual and then back at her inpatient.

  -Lizzie, listen. You should know too at this point. I talked a bit with Gage about it but never got to organize any safe meeting. Lucy put the hand on her shoulder and shook it in reassurance. - There will be slaughter, we won’t avoid it. Not now but it will happen eventually. I can feel the tension gathering as we draw closer and closer towards the last park. The disciples will have to go, one way or another. I don’t trust Nisha one bit, hell i don’t even know if i can trust Mason but so far he proved a loyal and more reasonable than i would expect. You i trust Lizzie, okay? Tell Mags about the plan but don’t let it slip before it happens right?

  - Wow Boss, that’s…some freaking good news right there. You have my word, of course. And…you really trust me? Me? In this fucked up world, damn. Does it mean…we are…friends of sort?  Lizzie smiled widely at her as she could not refer to many people out there as friends and barely anyone was visiting her. 

-Yes Lizzie, we are friends now if you want but keep your mouth shut about the plan or i will end up on the spike before i turn around to make any further step. She smiled back as they started gathering the scraps together.

- I will make sure there is no single tracking device left in that junk. Or..i could actually rebuilt it and make some fake signals to discourage the minutemen from taking the actions now. Lizzie was scratching her chin pondering about what she could do with that tech.

-Sounds like a good plan. Lets head back. They packed all the parts into a sack and sneaked away towards the Nuka Town.

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 It was middle of the night, anything crawling towards them was easily heard and eradicated with a bright splash of green plasma flying from Lizzie pistol. They approached an abandoned farm on their way, loud crunching noises coming from behind the house in the distance that made them both feel a bit uneasy but curiosity was stronger, as they walked closer and closer just to see what’s there. A deathclaw, feasting on the unlucky raider ripping his body parts with its claws. Lizzie froze and dropped by a mistake a sack filled with metal disrupting the silence. Deathclaw raised its head and looked right at them. 

-Great Lizzie, i hope you have good enough condition to run the hell out of here. Lucy was pulling her by the sleeve but to her surprise she stood unshaken and started digging in her bag.  

  -Why run Boss if we have these? And i think you gonna like it, my new invention. She pulled an awkwardly big grenade from her bag almost a size barely fitting into her hand with a long strap attached to it. Dozen of explosives power packed into this one baby….boom. The last word shined a spark in a her eyes. Oh she did love grenades indeed.

- The running part still stays tho, now get it Boss! Lizzie pushed the grenade into her hands and started running as the deathclaw thumped towards them. 

- Shit, you and your damn experiments on a go, ok fuck, lets do it. Lucy was no so far behind giving a good spin with a strap. As they could no longer keep the steady distance from the beast she turned abruptly and forced the grenade out, breaking the lock and letting it fly towards the deathclaw. The structure cracked as it got slashed with a claws, releasing smaller ones out that were tightly packed inside. The explosion was so big that they landed few meters ahead on their faces, getting some small burns in the process.

  -Holy shit, Lizzie. Grenade? Its a fucking nuke. Lucy pulled herself up as she noticed a small fire starting on her dress. She patted it repeatedly blowing air after at her hands to cool them off.  Lizzie was not looking any better, the dirt on her face as she managed to land in the puddle of mud, her hair sticking to a face but she seemed happy of the results. Deathclaw was….everywhere, literally, some of its blood on them aswell.

  - How about a drink Boss, in my lab? To a mission well done? And for our incoming future? I have some special stash waiting to be opened. Lizzie smeared the dirt from her face, smiling proudly at the results of her work.

-Oh yes please…Lucy sighted deeply but smiled softly at the thought that the job is done and future situation has been steered into the direction she wanted. Gage would be probably happy too..and the idea of having a drink, maybe two..or just gulping till the morning was certainly tempting as the stress slowly pumped out of her.

------- Well, on a one side Gage was happy as Lizzie skills managed to dump the remaining signal coming from the eyebot, replacing it with something else. He managed to pull some extra security at the gauntlet on his own and even convinced Mason to let some of his dogs for patrols at Town for any new, suspicious visitors. Lucy did scrape some plan together also informing safely the rest about it and succeeded on a way. What he was not happy is to find both of them at the operator lab, sitting drunk on the floor laughing like a couple of a teenage girls with their hair messed up and clothes too after some serious drinking. 

-Opss, i think…i will leave you with your grumpy man. hm? Porter. Lizzie pulled herself up, swinging to the sides and saluting the Gage as she left upstairs. He saluted her back and turned his eye back to the Lucy.

-Boss, were u drinking your asses the rest of the night? And what did u blow? Nearly whole town heard it, scaring the shit out of traders. He was stoic, with his hands crossed at his chest, awaiting answers. 

- Well…let me start by saying that the plan is now in knowledge of both sides, pack and the operators, without any other ears hearing it. She started to slowly stand up, rolling and putting her clothes back in a proper manner. And… we have the eyebot signal at our advantage now. She was blubbering but not stopping to explain. -Aaaand Mason almost wanted to…fuck me in the bushes aaaand we blew up a deathclaw, literally. Gage eyebrow twitched as he heard the part about Mason. 

-Pardon, fucking what? Mason? Fucking horn ass dick. He whispered and shook his head but decided to leave it without any further comment as nothing actually was established between them other than the plan and some occasional unprofessional incidents. 

-Well, i’m glad we have at least the situation back in goddamn control. You…okay boss or do i have to drag your drunk ass back to Fizztop? The thought of him carrying her in his strong big arms made Lucy dream for a moment but the remaining voice of the reason shook her back up. 

-No…u don’t have to Gage. I will tell Lizzy to get me something to sober me up a bit faster and we can meet at the top, plan onward, together, as we were about last evening. That work for ya, big man? She patted his chest and leaned against the table awaiting him to leave but he didn’t. He just stood and stared at her releasing his arms slowly, letting them fall to the side.

  -Ye…about that last evening. I remember you had something pretty fucking specific on your mind Boss and we got disrupted. Her amber eyes raised up as he approached her, grabbing her by hips and lifting up on the table.

 - And Mason..i don’t know what u think of him but he can shove off his rainbow dick somewhere else for now. Now thats what she liked mostly about him. Putting his actions or words right there when she least expected it with no further discussions and sudden wave of confidence that was leaving her snarky comments aside.

-Ya know what…just shut up and come here before something else ruins that shit we have right now. She pulled him by the belt and moved her legs aside allowing him to be right at her.

Lizzie saw them peeking from behind the corner, seeing the flasks dropping to the floor and breaking as they were caught in a wild kiss on her working station but she decided that ruining this moment was not worth some pieces of glass and the view was pretty good. 

 They were back on the upper line.    

[mylilbirbs]

Chapter 2 of bubble buddies! Below the cut is the chapter (if you don’t want to read it on ao3) and some art for this chapter. I hope you like it! 

Chapter Two: Encounter

When Connie ran into the ocean she thought that was the end, but somehow she was safely encased in, something? 

A bubble, Connie was trapped in a pink bubble. 

The eel slammed against the bubble repeatedly. Connie shook, hopefully whatever this was it would be able resist the monster’s strength. 

The eel shrieked and hit the bubble with its tail, the bubble went flying with her trapped inside. 

Connie’s vision lurched as the bubble flew through air. Her glasses fell off her face when the bubble landed deeper in the ocean and slammed against a boulder.Shortly after landing she scrambled to find her glasses, putting them back on she realized that they were cracked. 

Connie ran her finger against the surface of the bubble, unlike her glasses the bubble was virtually undamaged. 

The eel’s glowing yellow eyes appeared suddenly in the dark waters, it’s jaw open wide and shrieking even louder than before. 

Connie screamed and leaned against the back of the bubble in an attempt to push the bubble away from the eel’s gaping maw. But her efforts were in vain as she barely moved in an inch.  

A few feet away from her, the eel suddenly stopped. It looked to the left, like there was something there?

She saw three large figures? No not figures,fish, Connie could clearly see the silhouettes had long tails and fins. But she had never seen fish so large before. 

The fish(?) quickly swam into the distance and the eel chased after them. They swam away into the inky depths, and Connie was alone. 

Alone, trapped in a bubble at the bottom of the ocean. All alone. 

Connie heard a slam on the back on the bubble she turned around to see two hands pressed against the bubble’s surface. Two webbed hands.

For what felt the millionth time that day, Connie screamed. 

What was happening? She wanted to have a magical adventure, but not like this! 

She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down, the bubble would probably be strong enough to keep protecting her until this creature gave up. 

Wait what if she couldn’t get out? 

Don’t think about that right now!

She opened her eyes to see that the hands were no longer pressed against the bubble. Instead she could make a figure close to the bubble. 

The top half was shaped like a human, with curly hair and fins sticking out the side of their head. The rest of their body was a long fish tail, with thin fins coming off the side and end of the tail. 

A mermaid! 

The mer tilted its head like to the side like it was asking a question, Connie didn’t move, all she could do was stare. 

The mer slowly moved towards the bubble and Connie could fully see its features. Dark curly hair framed the mer’s face, it had translucent fins coming out of the side of its head like ears, constantly twitching. It’s oblong almost snake-like pupils were focused on her intently. It appeared to be a boy or at least her age.

The mer’s scaly, webbed hands began to move. Wait, was that sign language? 

Connie only knew how to fingerspell, if this was even ASL at all. 

It was worth a shot. 

Connie held up her hands in clear view of the mer and tried to introduce herself.

She pointed to herself and slowly spelled out: 

‘C-O-N-N-I-E’ ,

and then pointed to herself again, hoping the mer would understand. 

The mer’s eyes widened  and it did a small spin in the water. A small smile appeared on its face as it began to spell:

‘S-T-E-V-E-N’ 

And then, copying her, the mer pointed to itself himself

His signing was a lot more practiced and precise than her own Connie noticed. Before she could respond Steven began to spell out something else:

‘H-E-L-P Y-O-U ‘

He signed, once again pointing to himself before signing again: 

‘P-U-S-H’ 

He spelled out, and then pushed the bubble, moving it a few feet towards the shore. Much more progress than what Connie would ever be able to achieve. 

She spelled out ‘O-K’ and gave him a hesitant thumbs up.

Steven smiled and returned the gesture. And then he began to push. 

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Connie opened one of her eyes at the feeling of a bump. She saw that bubble was being pushed onto the sand. 

The rolling suddenly came to stop and the bubble disappeared with a loud *pop!*and Connie was sitting in the sand, still very close to the ocean. 

Now out of the bubble she could Steven’s actual colors. Like the bubbl, his fins and scales were all varying shades of pink.His fins were all a light almost clear pink, the scales on his tail all had differing shades which created a stunning pattern. He had patches of scales on other parts of his body like his hands, arms and chest, seemingly randomly spread out.

“Thank you.” Connie smiled at him, adjusting  her now broken glasses and brushed her fingers through her sandy hair. 

Steven gave her a sharp toothed smile before descending back into the ocean. 

“No! Don’t go! I have so many quest-” She sighed, knowing it was already too late, he was already long gone. 

Looking to the beach Connie was relieved to see her stuff right where she left it. 

Picking up her phone, they screen flashed to live to show-

Crap! 

(Dad: 4 missed calls) 

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“What happened? Covered in sand! Didn’t answer your phone! Your glasses are broken Connie!” Her mother paced back and forth frantically. 

“Mom let me-” 

“No! I thought you were more responsible than this Connie.”

“Dear, maybe we should hear what she has to say.”Connie’s dad placed his hand on his wife’s shoulder. 

 Her mother took a deep breath “Fine. But this better be good Connie.” She spoke cooly, a direct contrast to the searing anger she showed moments before. 

“Well I, I wanted to sit closer to the ocean and I uh I didn’t want to get my stuff wet so I left there and that’s why I didn’t answer dad’s calls.” She lied threw her teeth

“Ok, and the sand? Your glasses?”

“The tide got really high really fast and I got knocked over by a wave.” 

“Ok. Just. Just be more prepared next time Connie.”

“I will.” And she meant it,just not in the way her mother intended. 

She will be more prepared next time, she promised herself as she pulled the sign language book off of the library shelf.

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[seashanties-and-tales-blog]

Honestly i LİVE for your Dabi requests you write him so well and i just 😍😍😍... If it isn't too much trouble can you write a sc where his s/o and him are lying on the couch just being affectionate ( it would be better if his s/o was kissing, gazing and complimenting his scars cause they're cute,,, he's cute ) ok I'm blabbering don't mind me luv u byeeee

THANKS omg I love writing for Dabi I’m so happy you like what I do. Isn’t Dabi just… just too much? Like sometimes I look at him and just gasp. He is the reason I started BNHA 

Dabi tilts his head to the side, partly because he wants to be able to see the TV screen and partly because you are demanding more access to his neck. Clearly electronics aren’t on your mind right now. The thing is, you just get too easily distracted by your boyfriend to pay enough attention to anything other than him.

All he was doing was sitting there, looking cute. That was enough to get your heart going. 

Straddling his lap, you kiss his chin softly. Beneath your lips you can feel the cool steel, stitches over his skin. Your lips move to his cheek, kissing the stitches there.

With some people, kissing is all the same. But with Dabi, he’s just so uniquely him that you can’t get enough. You don’t realize how caught up you were in adoring his scars until his voice brings you from your haze.

“How long are you gonna keep spreading your cooties?” He sounds unamused, but you can tell that he’s teasing you.

“Until you let me love you.” 

Dabi chuckles lowly, finally distracting himself from the show. He places his strong hands beneath both of your thighs, lifting you up just so he can lay you on your back down on the couch. He’s on top of you now, his thick, messy black hair tickling your forehead. 

He looks into your eyes and you’re trapped. He casts such a spell with those two turquoise orbs. When you sigh heavily, a pout on your lips, he tilts his head in curiosity. “What?” He whispers.

“You’re pretty. It hurts.” You whisper back.

“You’re beautiful. It turns me on,” he responds, leaning down to your neck to kiss the soft, undamaged skin. Well, undamaged except for the variety of hickeys that he’s scattered across it. Compared to him though, you are flawless. 

You don’t think of him as flawed though. To you, he’s perfect. When your hands reach over his broad shoulders and slide down his back, you feel his toned body through his white t-shirt. Dabi kisses a particularly sensitive area of your neck, right below your ear, making you giggle and say his name. 

He smirks, liking the sound, and does it again. Dabi whispers into your ear, mostly just sweet nothings that, even if he’s only doing it to fluster you, still succeed in making you feel loved. Honestly, Dabi could whisper ‘You smell like macaroni’ and you’d still giggle like a flustered schoolgirl. 

Your hand drop down to his biceps, where his normal skin buts his not so normal skin. After your fingertips graze over the hard stitches, they fall further down his arm. The scars are rough, textured beneath your touch. When you make a pattern of running your fingers up and down his arm, Dabi realizes what you’re doing. 

He doesn’t comment on it though, and instead he just enjoys it. It makes him feel like a sap to admit it (So he doesn’t), but he likes when you do this. When you adore him and the so-called imperfections that taint his appearance. 

“I like the feeling,” you softly say, making Dabi stop and quietly sigh. He lays down beside you and collects you in his arms, pulling you against his chest while you’re facing him. When you drag your hand down his forearm, you find his hand, lacing your fingers together. Even there you can feel the contrast of his smooth fingers and harsh knuckles. “It’s like I can touch you and always know that it’s you.”

He supports his head on his hand, staring down at you with an amused little smile. When you hook your leg between his, locking your bodies together, you also press your toes against his own. “That’s pretty romantic, (Y/N).”

You hum, laying your head down onto the sofa so you can more comfortably stare up at him. “I think they look sexy on you too.”

“That’s more like it.”

[sarah--writes-blog]

Voltron?! You write Voltron!!!!!!! AHH!!! OKAY OKAY, how's about.... Hella hella sick Shiro. Like I'm talking boarderline delirious fever, dizziness, chills, nausea, EVERYTHING. TOTURE SPACE DAD PLEASE

Teamwork

A/N: Yay, first Voltron request! So I feel like the events at the start of Season 2 are easy for h/c writers to latch onto, so I’m gonna go for something a little different! Sorry if the medical jargon is inaccurate, but let me tell you, this was so much fun!

It took a while for the other members of the Voltron team to notice anything was wrong with Shiro. He stood tall, gave reasonable orders, and acted just as he always did. It was only when the team formed Voltron that they could feel that something was wrong.

A week earlier, they liberated yet another planet from the Galran control. While the others were distracting the Galran onslaught, the Black Lion touched down on the planet and Shiro was getting the rest of the prisoners out of the base.

“Come on, let’s move! We don’t have much time!” he shouted, counting each prisoner as they boarded the lion. The last one paused for a moment and took Shiro’s non-metal hand.

“We are forever in your debt-”

Shiro pulled back his hand, “Thank you, but now’s not the time!” He ushered the alien into the last open spot aboard the Lion and took the pilot seat to himself. His Lion hummed to life and took off from the planet.

“Team, I got the rest of the prisoners. Fall back, we can-”

A loud static buzz sounded in his ear, “Shi-o? Y-….breaking u-…”

Shiro frowned. That was the fifth time his helmet coms had got out. He would have to get Pidge to take a better look at it. For now, he slid his hand up between his cheek and the helmet and attempted to fiddle with it. That usually worked long enough to get back to the castleship.

When Shiro pulled his hand away, something sickeningly wet lingered on his face. He looked down at his hand. A strange blue fluid coated his glove, reminiscent of the prisoner that tried to shake his hand. He cringed, and tried to get the ooze off as best he could. Some remained, but so long as the majority was off, it could wait. His coms returned.

“Fall back, the planet is a goner! I have the rest of the prisoners, let’s warp out of here!”

The team returned mostly undamaged, save for a few dents and scratches on the Yellow Lion. With the prisoners recovering and the castleship as far away from the Galra-infested planet as possible, Shiro retired to his chambers. A hot shower wiped the blue substance away, along with all memories that he was ever touched by the stuff.

The next day, Shiro slept late. Everybody did - Allura allowed them to after the exhausting fight against such an overwhelming enemy. But Shiro slept the latest. Pidge was the one to eventually wake him up, inquiring about his helmet coms being down again. Every muscle in his body ached as he rose from the bed, even his Galra-tech arm seemed to resist his movements.

“I’ll be there in a minute, Pidge. Go start without me.”

She nodded and went to her workshop. Shiro took a breath and pulled himself from the bed. As he stood, the room swirled before him doubling all the furniture. He immediately sat back down and closed his eyes.

Must’ve gotten up too fast… he thought. A few moments passed, and Shiro stood again, this time much more slowly. Still, the room spun as he stumbled his way to the bathroom. He gripped the sink and dared to look at his face in the mirror. He was a worrying shade of pale, and dark bags hung under his eyes. With a few splashes of water, his head cleared up a bit.

“I’m a member of Voltron…” he said to himself, drying his face with a towel, “Whatever this is, I can handle it.”

I can’t handle this…. Shiro thought. The interface of the Black Lion danced before him. His hands shook on the controls. His stomach rolled with every twist and turn of Voltron. Voices of his teammates blared in his ears for orders, but he couldn’t pick out the words. For the first time, he was annoyed that Pidge was able to fix something so well.

His symptoms had only gotten worse since the day he woke up light headed. His appetite disappeared and was replaced with a headache that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many Altean painkillers he took. Still, he forced down the food goo to save face, only to throw it back up when he went to bed each night. And now, in the middle of a practice run, things seemed to be coming to a head.

He blurted out the words, hoping his teammates would shut up, “Practice is over. Get back to the castle.”

Lance’s voice stood out among the rest, “But I was just getting warmed up! I felt good about this run!”

“Now, Lance!”

The shout took the last bit of his energy. Darkness picked at the corner of his vision as he ungracefully pressed the autopilot button on his lion. Before he could sit back in the chair, his vision swirled again, and Shiro fell forward onto the dash, unconscious.

Voices drifted in and out of the darkness in Shiro’s mind. He tried to cling on to them, but they kept slipping away. Time between them was hard to measure

“What do you mean the pods won’t work-”

“-to figure out what’s wrong with him!”

“Everybody else, out!”

Time passed. Shiro had no measure of how long it was. When he could finally muster the strength to open his eyes, he saw the ceiling of his chambers spiraling around him. A deep tremble ran through his spine, rattling his whole body with shivers. He closed his eyes again, and someone sitting next to him on the bed turned to attention.

“Shiro? Are you awake?”

It was Pidge. Her voice was low and quiet, not the usual curious and excited. It would’ve worried Shiro if he could focus on anything. He didn’t want to hear or talk to anyone, but considering his options, Pidge was the best voice he could’ve heard. Without opening his eyes, he nodded slightly. Something cool pressed against his forehead, giving relief he didn’t know he needed. It beeped softly, and the coolness was gone.

“104. Keith, get a washcloth or something, we gotta cool him down.”

Cool me down..? Shiro thought, But it’s already so cold….

“Pidge…” he breathed, “What’s going on…?”

The Red Paladin answered instead, “You passed out in your Lion and Voltron almost crashed into the castle. You were in and out of consciousness for about an hour and kept muttering to yourself.” Shiro felt another icy sensation wash over his forehead. He was able to open his eyes once more and saw worried looks plastered over Pidge and Keith’s faces. No one else was in the room.

“Where is everyone…?”

“Keith pushed them out after they kept crowding you. We didn’t think you wanted to talk to Lance and Coran after just waking up,” Pidge smiled a slight bit, “And Hunk was a mess of tears, thinking you were already dead.”

Before Pidge could continue, Shiro felt the ominous crawling of something up from his stomach. He had forgotten about the nausea that haunted him.

The only warning the other paladins had was a choked out “Bathroom…” followed by a wet burp from the back of Shiro’s throat. Luckily, Keith was known for his quick reaction time. He slung Shiro’s arm over his shoulder and hoisted him from the bed as best he could. Pidge tried to be helpful, but Shiro was much taller than her and she could only nudge him along.

Keith plopped Shiro down in front of the toilet just in time for a violent stream of vomit to come up. He hadn’t eaten properly in days, so there wasn’t much to come up, but the bile on its own hurt more. It burned his throat and left bitterness on his tongue after every wave. Some even stung his nose, leaving his eyes watery.

In lulls between the retching, Shiro felt two hands placed upon his back, one small and warm, the other larger and more stabilizing. Pidge was muttering somewhat comforting words (hesitant “You’re alright”s and “It’s okay”s, though she had never been the nurturing type), but the silence and consistency from Keith were more relaxing. Shiro tried to focus on that as the last bit of bile shot out of his throat.

The Black Paladin sat back on his heels, not bothering to wipe the sick away from his mouth, “What’s happening…?” he asked weakly, voice torn from throwing up.

“Coran thinks you caught some sort of alien virus from the prisoners. We were able to identify it, and it doesn’t seem contagious to humans. It’s not deadly either, since it has more of an icosahedral shape, and the capsids are pretty weak. But since it’s a foreign body to your leukocytes, they’re pulling out everything they can to get rid of it. It should terminate within a week.” Pidge replied.

Shiro blinked, and slowly turned his head towards Keith, “English?”

“Alien virus you body doesn’t understand how to get rid of. So it’s doing everything. But it should be like chickenpox. Once you have it, you’ll never get it again. Should be done in a week.”

Shiro nodded. That made more sense. Keith hoisted him back up and guided him to bed. Pidge started taking down symptoms and prescribing what she could to manage each one. Keith immediately saw the exhaustion in his leader’s eyes and stopped her.

“Pidge, why don’t you go tell the others he’s okay? Hunk’s probably bathing in tears.”

It wasn’t the most convincing excuse, but Pidge understood. She left the boys alone. Keith sat on the edge of Shiro’s bed, not wanting to look directly at him.

“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?”

“It wasn’t this bad…”

“Shiro, we were lucky that this virus isn’t harmful to humans! You kept it a secret from us, and we almost crashed Voltron and destroyed the castle because of that!”

“Keith-”

“You always tell us that we’re a team, and we need to learn to trust each other and be there for each other! Why didn’t you tell us?!” The Red Paladin shot his gaze towards Shiro, who was focusing his energy on talking.

“…because until you work as a team, you need a strong leader…” his body tensed with another shiver, “I couldn’t let you guys see I was weak….especially while we’re so close to Zarkon…”

Keith’s expression fell. Guilt suddenly flooded him. He didn’t mean to yell, he was just worried. And even though Shiro was bedridden, his words cut deep. Keith lowered his eyes back to the floor.

“We are a team. We’ll show you. We’ll show you how good we can work together when you need our help.”

Ultimately, Keith kept his word, but not in the way Shiro expected. The team started taking shifts of keeping watch over him - changing a cold washcloth, giving and taking away blankets, helping him to the bathroom, anything he could need. Even when Keith and Lance had shifts together, they did all they could to avoid being at each other’s throats. And even when his migraines were the worst, and his stomach wouldn’t let up, Shiro found himself with a bit of a smile, knowing his team was there for him.