#have a good day and keep your little buddies healthy

[lazybastardsstuff]

Why is he looking at me so disapprovingly? 😭😭

[judespoets]

𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 | 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you haven’t been feeling good. but what happens when jude connects the dots?

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: dad!jude x fem!reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: signs of vomit/ throwing up

You and Jude start your day early, around 6:30 AM. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a gentle glow through the curtains of your cozy home in Madrid. You nudge Jude gently, the both of you smiling as you hear the soft murmurs of your two-year-old son, Caleb, waking up in the next room.

You slip out of bed, heading to the kitchen to start breakfast and prepare Caleb's lunch for nursery. The kitchen is warm and inviting, filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. You expertly slice fruits, spread peanut butter on bread, and pack a healthy lunch for Caleb. Meanwhile, you hum a cheerful tune, occasionally glancing at the photos of your happy moments on the refrigerator.

Jude, still a bit groggy but smiling, makes his way to Caleb's room. He opens the door to find Caleb standing in his crib, wide-eyed and giggling with excitement. "Good morning, champ!" Jude says, scooping him up into his arms. He changes Caleb's diaper, tickling him slightly to keep the little boy's spirits high.

Once dressed, Jude helps Caleb into his favorite little football-themed outfit, a gift from one of his teammates.

They join you in the kitchen, where you had set out a nutritious breakfast for them.

Caleb babbles happily as you feed him pieces of fruit and yogurt.

Jude pours himself a cup of coffee, sharing a quick kiss with you and exchanging smiles filled with love.

"Good morning, my loves! Did you sleep well, Caleb?" You asked, smiling widely.

"Mornin', Mommy!“ was what Caleb babbled.

"He was so excited to wake up today. I think he knew it was nursery day." Jude told you, softly kissing the back of your hand

"He's been looking forward to seeing his friends. Here, let's get some breakfast in you both." You said as you started feeding Caleb again.

You sit at the kitchen table, Caleb in his high chair, eagerly reaching for his food.

You suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over you. Putting your hand over your mouth lightly, trying to steady your breathing.

“You okay, baby?” Jude asked next to you, putting his hand on your thigh.

“I don’t know if just don’t feel so good right now.” You answered, looking at him.

“Okay, go lay down i’ll get Caleb ready don’t worry. Should I cancel training?” Jude asked you.

“No, no. It’s not an emergency. You go to training. You’ll take Caleb to nursery on your way, please? I’ll go lay down some more. Thank you babe.” You said, kissing Jude and Caleb, standing up and walking up the stairs with your slightly shaking legs.

“Come on, buddy. Let’s get you washed up and going.” Was the last thing you heard from downstairs before falling into a deep slumber under your sheets.

———

Jude turned the key in the lock, gently pushing open the door with Caleb in his arms. The house was shrouded in darkness, and he carefully navigated the familiar path to the living room, his eyes gradually adjusting to the dim light.

"Shh, buddy," he whispered to Caleb, who clung to him sleepily. "Looks like Mommy's still resting."

He set Caleb down, and the little boy toddled off to find his toys. Jude made his way to the bedroom, opening the door slowly to check on you. You were still curled up under the covers, your breathing deep and slow. He could see the pallor in your face even in the low light and felt a pang of concern.

Quietly, he backed out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. Back in the living room, Caleb had already begun to scatter his toys across the floor. Jude smiled tiredly at the sight, then headed to the kitchen.

He quickly prepared a simple dinner, heating up some soup he had made the night before. He wanted to keep it light for you, knowing you wouldn't have much of an appetite. Once everything was ready, he brought a tray to the bedroom, nudging the door open with his foot.

"(Y/N), love," he whispered, placing the tray on the nightstand. "I've got some soup for you."

You stirred, your eyes fluttering open. You gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Jude. You didn't have to."

"Of course I did," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing a strand of hair from your face. "How are you feeling?"

"Still not great," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jude's heart ached seeing you like this. "Do you want me to call the doctor?"

"No, I think I just need to rest," you said. "Thank you for taking care of everything."

Jude leaned down and kissed your forehead. "I'll handle it. You just focus on getting better."

You gave a small nod, your eyes already closing again. Jude quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. Back in the living room, he found Caleb busy with his toys, his giggles a comforting background noise.

Jude settled on the couch, keeping one eye on Caleb and another on his phone, ready to call the doctor if your condition didn't improve. He found it weird since you’ve been fine this whole time.

Later, you descended the stairs slowly, your empty soup plate in hand.

You moved carefully, trying not to disrupt the fragile equilibrium you had maintained throughout the day. Your stomach churned uncomfortably as you approached the living room, where Jude and Caleb were playing.

Jude glanced up, his face lighting up with a smile that quickly faded into a look of concern when he saw your pallor.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jude asked, rising to meet you, his hand gently touching your arm.

You gave a weak smile. "Still not great. I thought the soup might help, but..."

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit you, and you instinctively covered your mouth, your eyes wide.

The scent of something �� perhaps a lingering whiff from Caleb’s snacks or Jude's cologne — made your stomach rebel.

Jude, noticing your distress, quickly ushered Caleb to his feet.

"Caleb, let's put away the toys for a bit, okay? Mommy needs some quiet time," he said, his voice calm but urgent.

Caleb, sensing the seriousness, nodded and began gathering his toys. Before Jude could turn back to you, you rushed to the nearest bathroom. Jude followed closely, his worry deepening as he heard you retching.

He found you kneeling by the toilet, pale and trembling. "I’m here, (Y/N)," he said softly, rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles. "It’s okay. Just let it out.

You groaned between bouts of vomiting, the smell that had triggered your nausea still lingering in your mind.

Finally, the retching subsided, and you slumped back against Jude, who handed you a glass of water he’d fetched from the sink.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your voice weak. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Probably just a bug,” Jude said, helping you to your feet. “Let’s get you back to bed. You need to rest.”

You nodded gratefully, leaning on Jude as he guided you back upstairs, his concern for you evident in every careful step.

As Jude helped you back upstairs, his mind raced with worry. He laid you gently on the bed, arranging the pillows to make you comfortable. As he did, he noticed you wincing slightly, your face still pale.

"Baby, do you remember what smell made you feel so sick?" Jude asked gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead.

You thought for a moment, your brow furrowing. "It was… I think it was the smell of Caleb's peanut butter sandwich. It just hit me all of a sudden."

Jude's eyes widened slightly as a thought crossed his mind.

He recalled the last time you had been this sensitive to certain smells. It had been when you were pregnant with Caleb. Could it be happening again?

"My Love," he began cautiously, "do you think there’s a chance you might be pregnant?"

You blinked, the question catching you off guard. "I… I don't know. I suppose it's possible. I’ve been feeling off for a few days now."

Jude nodded, his concern mingling with a glimmer of excitement. "Maybe we should get a test, just to be sure."

You managed a small smile, your hand resting on your stomach. "Yeah, I think that’s a good idea."

Jude squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'll run to the pharmacy and get one. You just rest, okay?"

As you closed her eyes, Jude leaned down and kissed your forehead. He felt a mixture of worry and hope as he headed out the door, ready to find out if your family was about to grow.

Back in the living room, Jude quickly tidied up, clearing away the remnants of Caleb’s snack and any other potential triggers for your nausea. He found Caleb sitting quietly on the couch, sensing the unusual tension.

"Dad, Mommy okay?" Caleb asked, his big eyes filled with concern.

Jude knelt down beside him. "Mommy's not feeling well right now, buddy. I need to go out for a bit to get something that might help her feel better. Can you be a good boy and stay here quietly until I get back?"

Caleb nodded solemnly. "I can do that."

Jude gave him a reassuring hug before grabbing his keys and heading out. The drive to the pharmacy felt longer than usual, his mind racing with possibilities. Once he arrived, he quickly located a pregnancy test and made his way back home, his heart pounding with anticipation.

When he returned, he found you dozing lightly, your breathing steady. He set the test on the nightstand and gently woke you up.

"Baby, I got the test," he whispered, helping you sit up slowly. "Do you feel up to taking it now?

You nodded, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of anxiety and hope.

Jude helped you to the bathroom, steadying you with each step.

After a few moments, you emerged, the test in your hand.

"Now we wait," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly.

Jude wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"No matter what, we'll face it together," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You sat in silence, the seconds ticking by slowly. Finally, you glanced at the test, your eyes widening.

"Jude... it's positive," you breathed.

A flood of emotions washed over Jude as he hugged you tightly, tears of joy and relief mingling with the worry.

"We're going to be parents again," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

You smiled through your own tears, feeling a renewed sense of hope and strength. "Yes, we are."

You stayed like that for a while, holding each other.

[bluesidez]

Hi I saw your req open and I flew here ehe-

Hear me out please 😭

Miguel is a geneticist (someone who works around denetics) and sometimes he doesn't understand the programs that he 'made' and Lyla has to help him. That makes Peter B. and the spider-teens very suspicious of him.

What's even more suspicious is that once a month he leaves the Spider HQ to who-knows-where.

After some stalking investigating, they find out that every time that he leaves; he goes to a park to meet [Reader], that is the one who helped with all the tech he has at HQ.

When he returns the next day, he is confronted about it and explains that [Reader] is an old friend and he trusts them with the Multiverse secret. However Peter B. and the others obviously saw the mutual attraction between both of them so they help out Miguel confess to [Reader].

Fluff + a little suggestive with Gn Reader please ^^

Anyway drink lots of water and keep yourself healthy!! ❤❤

[Undercover Lover]

lab tester: @hikaru-sama 🩻

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: Miguel is willing to stop the world for you, you just want to be the small part of his world that makes it better.

content warning: fluff, longing from reader and Miguel, the spider-teens are all menaces (as in they all have chismosavirus), Peter is Peter, a little suggestive but nothing crazy, I also made Miguel’s relationship with the teens pretty adorable (Papa Miggy 🥺)

word count: 5.8k, halfway proofread (don't ask...)

a/n: This request is not outlandish in any way, btw. It's very cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little extra to the programming aspect. THANK YOU TO THE MIGGY SERVER FOR YOUR HELP AS ALWAYS! I have been wallowing in the chats for who knows how long. I thought it would be cute and funny. Also, I've been doing better with my water intake! I hope you're proud. 🥺

Miguel blew out a tired breath, eyes blurry after staring at the same set of files all day.

“Lyla, could you replay the scan from this morning?”

“I don’t know, can I?”

Miguel frowned as his eyes panned to the flickering yellow glow, “Are we doing this right now?”

“Doing what?” Lyla posed with her head tilted in her hand.

“Lyla. Replay the scan from Earth 450-”

“Here’s what I found on scams on 4chan.”

“I said scans not scams- what are you talking about? And what is 4chan?”

Lyla switched to a pose that mimicked The Thinker, her heart-shaped glasses morphing into ones made of stone.

Miguel shifted his weight to one side, hands on his hips as he watched Lyla float around his desk.

“Pull up the LYrate Lifeform Approximation code.”

Lyla snickers, glasses shifting to match the marks of a clown’s face, “You don’t know how to work that, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask you to tell me that, I asked you to-”

Lyla opens the file before he can finish his spiel.

“Now, what?” Lyla whispers with glee. “Gonna hack into the motherboard? Break down the firewall?”

Miguel ignored her and read through the constant formulas, coding that he's never even seen before becoming longer and longer.

Lyla popped up right in his peripheral view, pulling out one of the smaller codes to highlight, “What’s this one mean?”

Miguel squints at the line, “Something about how you respond to tone?”

“It’s my hair color,” Lyla’s voice is high and giggly like she was anticipating his completely wrong answers. “What about this one?”

“I, I don’t know. Your jacket?”

“Voice modulator,” the code danced around him as Lyla switched her voice to something of an old Hollywood star. “You’re not very good at this, tuts.”

Miguel felt a strange chill as Lyla walked around with a long white dress instead of a jacket and her brown hair in curls falling down her back. She laughed at him some more as she pulled her now, thick-rimmed triangle-shaped sunglasses to the top of her head.

“Lyla-”

Miguel’s watch jolted, a notification blaring at him. He answered with haste, mind frantic.

“Miguel? Is something up with Lyla, because I asked her to find this Mysterio’s dimension, and she started playing some wrestler’s theme song instead,” Jess huffed, throwing the villain's body over the back of her motorcycle. “Now, he won’t stop singing it.”

Miguel felt his head start to pound, “Something’s going on with her. She’s not functioning at her normal state.”

“You’re never functioning at a normal state,” Lyla sighed dramatically, arm over her head with wind blowing around her. “Always so tense!”

“Oh my god?” Jess’s eyes went wide as she took in the Lyla at Miguel’s side. “Why does she sound like that?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m shutting her down until I can fix it. Just send the Mysterio back here.”

“You can’t turn me off, Miggy! Don’t you want me to sing for you?”

“Yeah, hurry up and log her off. She’s freaking me out.” Jess ended the call with a disgusted face.

With her gone, the room was filled with Miguel’s thoughts and Lyla humming and brushing her hair in a vintage mirror, something she would have never cared to do on a regular day.

Looking at the lines of coding in front of him, there was no way he was going to find what was happening.

He reached across his desk to a new screen, searching for a certain folder. Miguel laughed to himself as he read the title.

Don’t open unless it’s ABSOLUTELY crucial to your health…and well-being. .3.

Miguel would consider this a crisis.

He tapped the folder, watching as a sprout of several different colors surrounded him. He shifted it through the lights, some of them being pictures of you and him, some of them being animated GIFs of cats, and others being helpful guides to small technological problems. He kept searching until he found a yellow tab that read “LYLA? LIGHTS OUT!”

With one click, Lyla went from twirling and singing in heels to being dormant, gone to the Spider Society. Letting out the breath he was holding, he shifted the files back into the folder and geared up to make the announcement.

“Attention Spiders,” Miguel held his watch up to his mouth. “Lyla will be down for maintenance for a couple of hours.”

He could hear the collective groan from the society all the way in his office.

“And I will try my best to get her up and running for future missions. Until then, please send any anomalies directly to Margo and stick to local crimes as well as protecting your respective neighborhoods.”

As soon as he ended the announcement, Margo was flooding his watch with back-to-back memes. Miguel remained confused watching a little girl in a cowboy hat complain to her grandpa while he dismissed her.

“I can send someone else down there to help you.”

“no because if anyone breaks my tech, it’s coming out of YOUR 🫵🏾 paycheck”

“Everything comes out of my paycheck.”

“whatever dad”

“?”

Perturbed, but not wanting to waste any more time, Miguel locked his office and called your number.

Two rings and you were picking up the phone.

“Hey, Spider-ider!”

“Hi,” Miguel refused to admit how the nickname sounded cute coming from you. “I need your help with something.”

“No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t checked on you in forever.’ Just straight to business, huh?”

“Sorry,” Miguel collected himself. “How are things? Did you manage to get the job with that tech company?”

“Why, thank you for asking, Miguel! I’m pretty good. Things are different! I did end up getting that job, but the manager is eerily creepy, so I’m trying my best to pile up the meanest HR case or try to wiggle my way into a new department. So far, the former is slowly but surely working, not sure if my sanity can take much more. How are you?”

Miguel's eyebrows shifted a bit, “You know you can just call for my help if anything goes wrong, right?”

“Miguel, you’re protecting so many people. More than I can even fathom, actually. I’m not going to ask you to stop to check on me.”

You should. He’d drop everything.

“It wouldn’t take much from my end, I could just-”

“Miguel.”

He bit his cheek, knowing you wanted to move the conversation along.

“How are you?” you asked again, tone back to normal.

“I’m neutral. Same thing as always. Now, it’s just that Lyla was really unbearable today.”

“Unbearable how?”

Miguel went into every detail, pulling in some last-minute reports from other Spiders that managed to use her before he shut her down.

“So you’re telling me she glitched out, wore an alligator head, and integrated ‘Flat Fuck Friday’ into every conversation?”

“Well, that was just one of the many cases. Is that, is that all you heard?”

“No, I got it,” you fixed your face to try and hold back your laugh. “It sounds like she hit her funny bone.”

Miguel looked up at the ceiling and back at you, “This is serious.”

“And I’m being as serious as I can be!”

“She’s causing all of this trouble because of a funny bone.”

You laugh at Miguel’s deadpan tone, “Ok, so technically it’s called a laughing virus. It’s been hitting a lot of major search engines for some reason, but Lyla is the closest to human-like AI there is, so it’s a funny bone!”

“As stupid as that is, I need your help to come fix it.”

“Aw, you need me to come check your work?”

Miguel avoided your gaze, “There is no work. I couldn’t tell one line from the next.”

“But Miguel, you were doing so good last time. What happened?”

“I-I don’t know, I thought I had one right but I mixed up tones with shades.”

“That’s still on the same playing field, so you got something right! That’s good progress, Miguel.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy, although you’ll probably just loom over the desk dramatically.”

Miguel opened his mouth to rebuttal but you already ended the call with a laugh.

With truly nothing but his thoughts, he hurried to clean his space. There were a few loose wires and an empty box from the cafeteria scattered around.

By the time you were tapping the code into his office door, his platform was back on the ground and he’d just swept up some dust that managed to build in the corner of the room.

“Don’t clean up now just because I’m here,” you watched as his shoulders jumped a bit at your voice.

“I’m not,” Miguel huffs and sets the broom against the wall.

“Sure.”

Miguel comes closer to you with his hands on his hips.

You were probably the main reason that Lyla was the way she was, sarcastic and immature.

The only difference was Miguel could mute Lyla or switch modes for some peace. For you? It was non-stop. The only way he knew how to get you to stop was a method that’s been crowding his dreams ever since he met you.

He saw your lips moving at a mile per minute, but nothing was really reaching his ears.

They looked so soft, so perfect. He wondered if he should just let the society function on its own for just a few more hours.

“Miguel!” You waved your hands in front of him. “Lyla being down has really stressed you out, huh? You’re unfocused.”

He cleared his throat, “I still have a lot of work to do.”

“Well, let’s get to it!”

Miguel moved so you could walk to his desk, heart racing.

Whatever it was you were about to try to teach him wasn’t going to stick. He just knew it.

“Hey, Miguel! You know, I was wondering if we could implement some type of spider-baby daycare? MJ is pretty busy these days,” Peter strided into Miguel’s office with a wiggly Mayday strapped to his chest.

The platform was down, but the serious figure was nowhere to be found.

“Miguel?”

Peter tried to feel him out, but there’s no way anyone could miss Miguel in plain sight.

“Hm,” Peter put two fingers out for Mayday grab. She squealed glee, taking one finger to chew on. “If I were a Miguel, where would I be?”

He pondered through the halls, eventually finding himself at the entrance of the cafeteria. Mayday looked up almost as if she was disappointed.

“I need fuel to think!”

Peter ran down the line grabbing his usual: a 2099 burger, a large fry, and a medium cola, he’s dieting!

At the end of the line, a familiar voice called his name.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” Peter made his way to the table occupied by the younger spider crew.

Miles squinted at him, “Not a kid, but it’s going good! Have you seen Miguel? He was supposed to be training me an hour ago, but he’s not answering his watch.”

“Funny that you say that,” Peter stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries. “Went to his office and he wasn’t there.”

“What is with him and disappearing lately? It’s not like him,” Gwen mumbled. “I was supposed to report to him not too long ago and he wasn’t here.”

“Time is an enigma,” Hobie was tuning his guitar. “Glad he’s finally taking advantage of it instead of chatting about doomsday.”

“True, but he missed part of the big party we planned three months ago, too,” Pavitr supplied.

The table stopped and stared at Pav with various deadpan looks.

“What? He promised he’d try my special dish! He never breaks our promises.”

“He did pile a load of work on me when Lyla broke. Usually, he would come down and help me, but he said he was busy fixing her,” Margo turned to Peter.

The table sat and pondered for just a second then the teens started spouting out nonsense.

“He’s retiring!”

“He’s going to give HQ up.”

“He’s not going to another universe again, right?”

“He’s finally taking breaks.”

“He’s dying!”

Again, the table stopped to look at Pavitr.

“False alarm?”

“Look,” Peter held his hands up. “I don’t think it’s any of that.”

“What makes you so sure?” Gwen sounded nervous.

“Uh, he would tell me!”

Miles snickered at that which caused Mayday to fall into a fit of laughter.

“What? He’s told me things before. We’re buddies!”

“And where is your so-called buddy right now?” Margo folded her arms.

“Touche,” Peter took a giant slurp of his drink, cupping a hand under it to make sure nothing dripped on Mayday’s head. “But don’t you have a way to find him?”

“The Grumpy GPS? Yeah, but I’ve never used it because he’s always here,” Margo sighs.

“How about the next time he disappears, you let us know?” Gwen suggested.

“Love it,” Hobie fist bumps Gwen.

Miles scratched his neck, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Says the guy that snuck into the Spider Society,” Pavitr shook his head.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Gwen raised her eyebrow. “Margo is on Miguel-duty. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, right guys?”

Everyone nodded their head in determination.

Peter smiled. He’s still got this mentor thing down!

Margo was down near the Go-Home-Machine running Style Savvy through an emulator.

“That is so ugly,” she sang as she watched another contestant’s outfit go down the runway.

Her judging was interrupted by a dancing cartoon spider with bushy eyebrows.

She paused the game and stretched her arms to the other side of the room to give everyone a call, “Mission ‘Where is the Old Man?’ is up and running. The Grumpy GPS has been added to you guys’ gizmos. I’ve got everything ready to hack.”

“It sounds like we’re doing a lot more than tracking,” Hobie mumbled.

“But what if he actually is dying?” Gwen was lacing up her ballet shoes tight. “He would tell us, right?”

“Oh, but when I said that, it sounded crazy,” Pavitr pulled his mask down. “The double standards are appalling.”

“He could be just avoiding us. Can’t say it hasn’t happened before,” Miles’ voice was low and testy.

“He wasn’t avoiding you, Miles, he was just…projecting,” Gwen said matter-of-factly.

“Are we back on this? Sending the entire society after me is projecting. Missing our training sessions that he set up multiple times? That’s just foul.”

Gwen and Miles went back and forth, fussing over little things.

“They’re bickering again. How cute,” Pavitr stage-whispered.

“1 mission on Miles winning?” Hobie asked.

Pavitr thought for a second, “Deal.”

“You’ll probably be the most upset if he really is sick,” Gwen comments.

“Says who? I’m not worried,” Miles zipped up his jacket halfway.

“Then why are you bouncing around like that, Miles.”

Hobie sighed while Pavitr cheered.

“If you guys are done, Miguel’s moving on foot heading down 5th. I pinned a checkpoint,” Margo sent the coordinates to their watches.

“Time to go see if big man’s a killer,” Hobie yawned. “Or not.”

Peter felt the ground shake under him, hair rising on the back of his neck. His senses were screaming at him to turn around.

The thing is, if he turned around, he'd lose track on Miguel who was currently inside of the very building he was standing on top of.

The shaking grew, pebbles and vent plates rattling around him, then everything fell back into place.

One, two, thre, four pairs of feet hit the ground.

“Where’s Margo?” Peter asked, eyes not leaving the ground under him.

“In our ears singing,” Gwen groaned. “Where’s Mayday?”

“Enjoying a lovely Mommy-Daughter date with MJ and her girlfriends. Glad to have you all join me.”

“How’d you know he was going to be here?” Hobie crossed his arms.

“Like I said, buddies!”

“You waited outside of his office, didn’t you?” Pavitr pointed his finger at Peter.

Peter turned around with an offended face, “Details-schmetails!”

“Well, do you have any idea what he’s up to now?” Gwen put a hand on her hip.

“Well, we’re on the roof of an apartment, super expensive might I add, and I’m assuming his apartment is here. So maybe he’s just getting a nap in.”

“He’s on the move,” Margo’s voice buzzed through all of the teens' ears and they ran to the edge of the building, practically pushing Peter to the side.

“He’s wearing normal clothes for once,” Gwen’s voice was shocked.

“His trousers are quite nice,” Hobie nodded as if he was looking at a magazine.

“It’s so…weird,” Miles shuddered. “I’ve never seen him in anything else but his suit.”

“He wore a nice button-down to my Zoom celebration once,” Margo hummed.

“Guys?” Pavitr’s voice went high. “Where’s Peter?”

The three of them turned around to see a missing pink-robed Spider.

“Oh, come on!” Miles jumped from the roof to the next one, following the pink fluff. Miguel was walking fast on the sidewalk and Peter was keeping his trail from up high.

“Really, Peter?” Gwen swung alongside the two with the rest right on their tails. “Some mentor you are.”

“I’m a great teacher! You’re all catching on quite well,” Peter swung lower as Miguel crossed the street.

Colors flew across the sky, contrasting with the constant grays and small specs of green of Nueva York. Scaling from building to building was a lot easier with flying cars added to the mix, but it was a little odd to see wobbling vehicles every now and then.

“I think you guys should slow it down. His pace changed,” Margo noted. “He’s stopping at…a park? Didn’t know they still had those here.”

With a sturdy pull, Miles used his web to stop Peeter from running any further and the now quintet landed on the ground a safe distance from the park.

“A little dreary for a park, innit?” One eye on Hobie’s mask went higher than the other.

From where they were hiding, steel statues stood tall, tufts of greenery growing up the structure. There was more pavement than grass and the walkways contained several dips and turns.

“I think there’s some flare to it,” Miles countered. “Could use a lot more color.”

They quieted down as they watched Miguel find an empty bench. He sat down and started to rub his hands against his pants. He sat for a minute or so before he checked his watch and his leg started to bounce.

“Is he waiting on someone?” Gwen whispered.

“Oh, I wonder who it could be?” Pav whispered back.

“Why are you guys whispering?” Margo paused her side mission of trying to find any security cameras in the area.

“Doesn’t he have super-hearing?” Miles asked.

“Over this much noise?” Hobie brought the talking level back to normal. “If he doesn’t suspect us of following him, there’s no need for him to focus on us.”

After about five minutes of watching and making a game out of how many times can Miguel check his clothes, with Peter mumbling about how the pants aren’t going to get any looser with those thighs, everyone holds their breath as they watch someone take a seat next to him.

Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.

His face lit up, his back straightened, and the tension from his body fell.

“No way,” Pavitr whispered excitedly. “Guys!”

“What’s going on? I still can’t get into the security cams,” Margo’s voice was impatient.

“Miguel…has a partner?” Gwen tilted her head watching the two react. The mystery person got up to hug Miguel as he sat on the bench. He hesitated a bit, fingers twitching awkwardly before he hugged them back. “Or not.”

“If one of you could get closer, I could pitch the sound to everyone. And, I could see!”

Everyone turned to Miles.

“Why is everybody looking at me?”

“You can turn invisible, genius,” Gwen said.

He just sighed and faded from head to toe.

“How’s it going Spidey?” you lean back from your hug to look down at him. Your hands rub his shoulders. “You look nice today.”

Miguel averted his eyes, “You’re not supposed to call me that-”

“Outside of HQ or our phone calls. I know, I know. Seriously though, why are you so dressed up today? Got a hot date waiting?”

Miguel tilted his head, “Do I really look nice?”

The shirt he was wearing was barely hiding anything, any tighter and it would have been considered a muscle tee. It was tucked into some slacks with a belt that made his tiny waist even smaller. The pants hugged his thighs just enough.

“Yeah!” More than he could imagine.

“Thanks,” he smiled a bit. “There’s no hot date. Just wearing something casual.”

Your shoulders lifted at the words.

“Cool, cool.”

“You look nice, as well.”

“Really?” you looked down at your last-minute outfit. Some gray joggers you found at a thrift store and a hoodie you’re almost certain has a random bleach stain somewhere on the back. “You’re digging the midnight chic?”

“Midnight chic?”

“Yeah, an outfit you wear when going out for a snack in the middle of the night.”

Miguel pursed his lips, “It looks soft. Comfortable.”

You involuntarily gripped your bag tighter, watching Miguel’s eyes roam you from the neck down.

Lately, he’s been saying things that make your stomach flutter, from being willing to beat up your boss to fussing at you for running errands so late to remembering small details from months ago.

Only recently has his eyes began to wander. He doesn’t catch on as fast when you explain things to him. You’ve caught him staring at you while you’re looking at other things. His smile lingered a little longer. His hands were a lot more careful. Sometimes, he’d tense up when you touched him.

It was all so confusing and the feelings you’ve pushed down for years have crawled their way back up, waiting at the back of your tongue to be announced.

Still, you were just here to help him for as long as he needed you. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat, “Okay so, you said you needed help with…Excel?”

“Mm hm,” Miguel nodded and locked his eyes back on your face.

You pulled your laptop, turning up the brightness so that the scenery wouldn’t shoot straight through the transparent device.

“So, this program is like, extremely old.”

“I know, but it's a middle ground for all of the Spiders. Anything newer would be too much for about a fourth of them and anything older would take ages for anyone to complete.”

“Got it,” you inch close enough to Miguel for his cologne to dance around you. He leaned closer to squint at your laptop and you had to will your hands to not shake like jelly. “So, the program is actually pretty simple. You just enter formulas, charts, numbers, or information in these boxes. There’s a lot more manual work than we’re used to, but it won’t take much to get used to.”

You walked Miguel through everything you’ve taught yourself over the past few days. Having him put in formulas and waiting for the result.

“Like this?”

“Almost! You’re missing a letter here.”

“Can you go over it again?”

Miguel's hands would hover over the keyboard, eyes focused and nose scrunched. Sometimes you would fight the screaming in your head and place your hands over his, helping him punch certain numbers in.

“Miguel, I think you’re messing with me. We’ve repeated this same thing on four other sheets now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

He poked his tongue in his cheek, “I’m just quadruple checking. Gotta teach this to some older people.”

“Fine,” you snort. “One more time and then I have to get ready to go.”

“Already?” Miguel turned to you. “I thought you didn’t have to be somewhere until this evening.”

“I don’t, but I can’t go looking like this. You spent 30 minutes arguing with me about the interface. Don’t you have to go back to HQ soon?”

“No.”

There was a noise behind you. You turn around to see nothing but a curved wall embedded with vines.

You put your heart to your chest, “God, I thought that was a reporter or something. Just the wind I suppose.”

Miguel’s eyes stayed planted on the empty space, “On second thought, let me walk you there. Don’t want any surprises.”

“So you don’t need me to go over this for the fifth time?”

“Nope,” Miguel grinned down at you. “I got it the first time, actually.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh as you hit his arm. He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re such a jerk.”

He looked around and got behind you to squat down, tapping on his gizmo. You could only hide so much of him. “Would a jerk swing you to your apartment?”

You look up at him equipped with his mask.

“He probably would, actually.”

“Aw,” Miguel said, red marks for eyes holding so much sadness. “Oh well.”

You yell as he yanks you up by the waist and shoots his web up to the nearest flying car.

“Miles! You almost screwed us over!” Margo did her best to wipe their trace.

“I panicked!” Miles tried to explain himself as he ran on the windows of a skyscraper.

“For what?” Gwen flipped as she connected from one structure to the next. “It was so clear that he meant that he wanted to be with whoever that was, not because he wants to quit HQ.”

“Seeing him like that feels like we met a new man,” Hobie said. His boots were light in the air. “Don’t like it.”

“You say that like he doesn’t let you get away with everything,” Pavitr said.

“Like what?”

“Like giving away food to the street cleaners.”

“Or like pasting your band stickers everywhere.”

“Or painting an ACAB mural.”

“To be fair, Miguel aligns with every single one of those things,” Hobie shrugged.

“This is great and all, but talk about a major fail,” Peter sighed. “He clearly needs a wingman.”

“I thought he did pretty good!” Miles said.

The rest of the group made a range of judging noises.

“His game definitely needs some work and he’s already on his way back to HQ, so hurry it up, guys. We need to hustle and huddle.”

Miguel was at his dock again, preparing to go check out the anomalies of the week. 

He was back doing the thing that distracted him most: thinking about you. 

Yesterday only confirmed what he’s been thinking about ever since you opened your mouth. 

He’s absolutely infatuated with you. 

At first, he thought it was a fluke, a blip in his timeline. No matter how many times your jokes made him chuckle or your smile brought him warmth, he wasn’t going to lean into it. 

But then, you called him one night and your voice brought him back from the darkness that was consuming him. Stories of your life, an exchange of nostalgia, a whisper of hope for the future, and the confirmation that he was more than the error in time that he thought he was. 

You’re something that he more than adored. 

And yet, he still hasn’t figured out how to tell you. 

He wanted more than the monthly meetups to refresh his memory on the stupid tech that kept this building running. 

Truthfully, he could call Gabriel, or worst case scenario, Xina for help, but every time he got a chance it was your name that crossed his mind. 

Miguel sighed as he started to shut some tabs down. 

“Spiders incoming,” Lyla popped up to inform him. 

Miguel saw the gaggle of teens plus Peter walking to his office. 

“Here we go,” he grumbled. 

“Turn that frown upside-down! Company is always good,” Lyla said. 

Before Peter can open his mouth Miguel is beating him to it. 

“What do you want?”

“Ouch!” Peter laughed. “Not up for a bit of family bonding time?”

“Not with you.”

“Oh c’mon, Miguel,” Peter inches forward as Miguel’s platform comes down. “Hear us out.”

“Make it quick.”

The teens all stared at Peter who looked back and forth between them. 

“Do any of you not know what the word ‘quick’ means?” Miguel asked with irritation lining his voice. 

“Well,” Miles started. 

“You see, we were thinking that you might need some help,” Gwen finishes. 

Miguel crossed his arms, “Help with what.”

“Your sad flirting,” Hobie says. 

“What?”

“You know,” Peter puts his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. “You need a wingman!”

Miguel’s frown grew deeper, “What are you talking about? Did you guys spy on me?”

Six voices overloaded Miguel’s eardrums, all explaining their part of some convoluted scheme. 

“Alright, alight! Quiet!” Miguel holds his hands out. “Margo!”

Miguel pinned his eyes to her with his eyebrows pinched. 

She danced from foot to foot, face scrunched, “We just! We were worried about you so we followed you and saw you making googly eyes at someone!” The words spilled out of her like water. 

Everyone but Hobie looked at Margo incredulously. 

“What?” she whined. “He was giving me his disappointed look. The disappointment was torturing me!”

Miguel turned and paced, pinching his nose as he whispered to himself. 

“Miguel, they could help you!” Lyla said cheerfully. “You’ve only been crushing on them for what…multiple years?”

“Lyla!”

“Multiple years? No wonder you’re always so tense. That’s pretty sad, bro,” Pavitr hummed. 

Miguel pointed his finger, “Don’t bro me.”

“Still seeking authority in his moment of weakness. Something’s got to give,” Hobie went to lean on a wall. 

“We really thought something terrible was going on,” Miles’ shoulders drop. “You also go M.I.A. whenever you have a problem.”

“We just wanted to help,” Gwen supplied. 

“Hey man, don’t blame the kids for this one, alright?” Peter’s voice lowered so only the two of them could hear it, albeit a bit useless in a room full of power-holding teens. “Say the word and we’ll stay out of it, but the kids deserve to know why you were canceling on them at least.”

Miguel looked at Peter with an exasperated face before looking at the teens, three of which looked like they were about to cry. 

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath, “I’m not sick.”

“But lovesick?” Margo asked. 

He gave her a tired look, “Yes.”

“Well why not say that instead of just disappearing?”

“They’re the one who helped make the tech for this society. Without them, there would be no updated gizmos, no updated Lyla, no new ideas. Every time I left it was to…get insight on something here. To fix broken tech.”

“And to stare in their face,” Pavitr snickered. 

Miguel panned his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to admit it. 

“What’s the hold up in telling them how you feel?” Peter asked. “There’s no time like the present.”

“Don’t tell me yesterday was an example of what happens when you try to confess?” Gwen’s face twisted up, teeth clenched in second-hand embarrassment. 

Miguel’s silence was enough of an answer. 

“Tío,” Miles closed his eyes then looked back up dramatically with his hands out. “¡Vamo’! Sácale, llévale al cine.”

Lyla put a spotlight on Miles and held a microphone out to him while Miguel groaned. 

“Cómprale, un ramo de flores!”

“Ya no puédo mas,” Miguel swiped through the holographic mic. “Eso no va a funcionar.”

Miles slumped, “But how do you know? You haven’t even tried! Bañate, junto con el-”

“Don’t finish that song, Miles,” Miguel’s fingers went to his temples. 

“You should really listen to the lyrics-”

“Why don’t we help you win them over?” Margo stood in between the two, ending the squabble. “It’s clear that they seem to like you too.”

Miguel's eyes went softer staring at Margo’s pleading face, “How do you know?”

“We quite literally saw it,” Hobie spoke as if Miguel lost his mind. “No one ever talks to you that sweet.”

The teens all nodded their head in unison and Peter did a horrible job at hiding his laugh. 

Hobie wasn’t done, “Don’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.”

Miguel was at the park again, dressed up even more than last time. An open navy button-down was tucked into his pants, his slacks were dark gray, and he had on one of the more expensive pairs of dress shoes he owned. A chain he borrowed from Gabriel adorned his neck and he let his hair natural and loose for once. 

Under Miles’ advice, he did buy some flowers. Hobie told him to remain calm, Gwen told him to just talk, Pavitr gave him a bullet point list of what and what not to do, and Margo told him that he was the best no matter how the confession turned out.

Peter went on and on about the importance of love and relationships but Miguel was never inclined to listen to him. He did keep the comment about letting you know how much he means to you to heart, though.

He was so in his own thoughts when you showed up in front of him that he didn’t even notice you at first.

He jumped when you tapped his shoulder.

“Woah, it’s just me. And you’re super dressed up today. What’s the occasion? I’m not taking ‘casual’ for an answer this time.”

Miguel swallowed dryly, grip on the bouquet of cool-toned flowers almost enough to wilt the stems.

“Flowers?” your eyes went to his hand.

“Yeah, um.”

Just breathe, Miguel!

Margo’s perky reminders sounded off in Miguel’s head.

“I brought them for you,” Miguel placed them in your hands.

“Oh!” your face lit up. “These are beautiful. Thank you so much. I didn’t get you anything, though. I didn’t know we were bringing gifts today.”

“No need. I wanted to get them because,” Miguel felt his throat closing in. “I really, really like you.”

The smile on your face dropped as you stared at him.

“It’s been particularly hard over the past years to try to focus without you running through my thoughts and I don’t want the fear of myself or my circumstance to stop me from having a chance to be with you.”

Maybe his ears could pick up how fast your heart was going, too.

“So if you’re willing, will you please go out with me?”

You dropped the flowers and brought him in for a tight hug. 

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go out with you.”

Miguel was quick to wrap his arms around you today, burying his face in your neck, “No hesitation?”

“I’ve been wanting and honestly, waiting for one of us to make a move for years. You’re always so busy, so I was too nervous to even bother,” you look back at Miguel’s face, smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry to keep you waiting then.”

You looked from his lips to his eyes, “Can we skip a few steps?”

“Such as?”

You pushed forward, melting into him as you slotted his lips against yours, head full of warmth and clouds. Miguel matched your pace, hand on your back as he pressed against you. When he opened your lips you pulled back, breath dancing against his. 

“Swing me to my apartment?”

Miguel smirked, “Always.”

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[revalition]

OCT 8 - VOLITION

Hold yourself together. Keep your Morale up.

I had to resize this image 3 times to get tumblr to take it... it is also past midnight here, but the day change doesn't really count if I haven't gone to sleep yet, so :)

Volition. My love. my favourite skill. please enjoy. I also drew the volitions of some of my mutuals!! because I love you guys and your volitions very much (holding them gently in my hands). hopefully you guys dont mind and I didn't mess them up too badly

anyway. uhm. I'm much too tired to write anything super coherent right now. please write tags for me or write comments so I can see them when I wake up haha

and! there is a LOT under the cut. like, way more than any of the other days. it is giant. be very careful expanding it <3

ok here goes... I'm typing shorter ones out and screenshotting big ones

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VOLITION - Stop, you're only making it worse for him -- you never help with *anything*.

- Rare volition being rude to other skills!!! it only happens under pressure, too

KIM KITSURAGI - "What else could she have done? Lie? She saw there was no way to lie and get away with it."

DRAMA - You would have caught it.

VOLITION - Like hell you would have -- remember?

- you tell him volition!!

SUGGESTION - What is *wrong* with you? Why did you ask to be connected to her? Who *does* that?! Act professional now.

VOLITION - *You* told him to do that stupid thing...

- rare volition callout!!

YOU - Can I trust that guy?

VOLITION - A little. They're all still of limited use, interpreting things to the best of their ability. Maybe they add flair or something? I wouldn't know. I don't add flair.

- this is one of my favs haha. you don't need flair, love, it's ok

VOLITION - Ouch.... That's like twenty points of pride-damage right there, buddy.

- This is after Sylvie turns you down to get coffee. (and you do suffer a point of morale damage haha). him calling you buddy is so funny. it's always mildly condescending too!

- here's the other two:

VOLITION - You're no titan of Volition, buddy. He's got you in a fork. Sit down or leave.

VOLITION - You're a little more moralist now, buddy. A little more *normal*. Even if you didn't want to be.

YOU - "Cryptid extravaganza? I like the sound of that."

KIM KITSURAGI - "And I *don't*. Just one."

VOLITION - Or he'll be *disappointed* in you.

ENCYCLOPEDIA - Whooh... tough choice there.

- volition knows it's truly the most terrible thing haha

VOLITION - An enormous expenditure of willpower to build up strategic semen reserves? You had me at *willpower*. Let's do it!

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Life is all about pleasure... why deny it?!

- these two are hilarious. poor echem. but also volition, honey, nono...

- the game implies consequences when increasing your skills too high but you don't see it with all of them. Volition's one you don't really see much downside to, but you can just. Imagine it here. Him pressuring you to do something stupid, just for the sake of it being difficult. Surely that's not healthy??

- I do think Volition has a lot of issues. I'll get into some more of them later though!!

- but just... Harry wanting to do something that *is* a test of willpower and Volition is completely uninterested. But the semen retention thing is okay? sigh

- and then after that, he's just like. nope. we're not going to not swear :)

- he's so stupid sometimes. also it's absolutely hilarious to me that you can pick the "..." option over and over and Volition will match it forever. You simply cannot out-will your own willpower. It's just not possible.

- I actually live for Volition being the singular voice of reason. Look at the others all chiming in!!

- this one too, Volition being the only one trying to stop it! Why are they all piling on?? Composure not you too >:(

- I had excessively high Volition *and* Pain Threshold in my first run and the two of them!!! PT gets very self destructive at high levels, so seeing the relentless push and pull of PT and Volition was so good.

- This line from the description -> "Cool for: Sane People, Well-Adjusted Cops, The Non-Suicidal" yes it's cool for them, sure, but it's incredibly!!! important for NOT these people! Because Volition doesn't make you sane, or well-adjusted, or non-suicidal. He's just the one voice of reason in there trying to veer you away from making irreversibly bad decisions.

VOLITION - She tries to hide it, but some *great doubt* is spreading within her. There is a crown slowly cracking above her head.

- I need to talk about this line. Just. Volition acknowledging the existence of Joyce's own Volition (which he refers to as a crown!!!) cracking! the *great doubt* spreading and cracking apart the crown! hghh I live for any and every depiction of volition cracking apart when morale gets low and this is absolutely one of them.

AUTHORITY - Weren't you warned to *not* go down this path?! And yet you *still* go and do it...

VOLITION - Just because you *can* doesn't mean you *have to* say everything that comes to mind. Back out before the situation escalates.

- these two's dynamic is very funny to me. I love when they work together (but I also love when they fight! fight fight fight!)

VOLITION - Don't ask, don't look, don't do *anything* here. Just go away. Get back to work.

- "Just go away" ugh my guy is fighting for his life here to get you away from the cigarette and alcohol counter in the Frittte

- hghhk Volition. this is a Challenging passive check too (the second one, to hang up). *one* chance, that's all he has in him. It's not possible at all in the dream, no matter how high your Volition stat is. It's just not something he can do. But here, with the distance of the payphone between you and possibly real consequences, he's able to manage one chance.

- (also did anyone see the post about the payphone conversation possibly being entroponetic crosstalk?? I could talk about that for way too long. but I am getting sidetracked)

YOU - "Yeah, I'm done talking about her. I don't want to think about her anymore."

RHETORIC - What a strange choice of words...

EMPATHY - Caustic, overflowing with negativity.

VOLITION - That can't be healthy. What's happening here? Why do you keep coming back to this window?

YOU - Nothing, everything's okay.

VOLITION - But it isn't. And you shouldn't come back to this anymore. This should be the last time. Stop talking about that damn window, please.

- this one too

VOLITION - Throw it away. Please.

- I need to talk about this. Volition dutifully directs you away from all the reminders of Dora. He does everything in his power to stop the final dream from happening.

- And I get it. He's trying to protect Harry. Because Harry isn't mentally stable right now and it could endanger the case. but... at least, when the final dream happens Kim is (usually) there when you wake up. And if all went well, you get to go back to your precinct, and take Kim with you. And Harry has support.

- If the dream doesn't happen... it will happen eventually. There are a million reminders in Martinaise in the span of a week, imagine what Jamrock is like. It's an inevitability. And then you're taking the chance that the dream happens at a time when Harry is much worse off. Maybe he's alone. Maybe Kim left, maybe he was let go from the force.

- The dream could happen at a better time too, of course. we probably all imagine harry picking up the pieces after martinaise and his life finally taking a turn for the better. and I imagine this is what Volition had in mind, by delaying the dream. Maybe it can be delayed for a long time, long enough.

- but it's a huge risk and I just... don't know if he's making the right choice here. keeping important information about Harry's past, which has shaped his relationships and life considerably, in a box so it can't hurt him

- yeah. anyway...

YOU - What if I don't want to ask questions?

REACTION SPEED - You're a cop, Harry. It is *unnatural* of you not to want to ask questions.

VOLITION - You don't have to. No one is forcing you to be a cop.

- Volition??? sometimes this guy makes no sense, he's so funny. I really think he occasionally just does something for the sake of being defiant

EGG HEAD - "Please. Please?" The young man smiles at you widely, bright and innocent as the summer sun.

VOLITION - His pleaful smile is disarming, but you can withstand it's glorious assault, if you just put your heart into it.

- why? why?? don't turn down egg head ever!

VOLITION - Alright, come on now. If *he* hasn't said anything about your lack of pants, no one will. You're only hurting yourself by not wearing them...

- this one is so funny. I love that he lets you know he *knows* you're trying to get a reaction and you're not going to get one!!

- yes volition, stop himmm

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - How very astute of you! This renders it ineffectual. You should look for a *whole* cigarette. Or better yet -- an entire pack! Strike that, a CARTON! Make sure they're all healthy and able-bodied, then smoke them all.

VOLITION - Or -- you could *not* do that. No one is making you.

- volition as usual trying to stop you from picking up bad habits... I just love the way he talks. he's not even telling you not to, just voicing his disapproval in a rather passive way

INTERFACING - Wow, the gods of mass production have made this alcohol container *laughably* easy to open. A child could have done it.

VOLITION - I don't know about this...

- he still doesn't outright tell you not to drink it... :(((

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Fine. We're not worried... you'll crawl back to this bottle soon enough. We'll give you another chance. Booze *always* gives you *another* chance.

SUGGESTION - Yes, it's *merciful* that way. It's your friend. Come back to it, we're all rooting for you to.

VOLITION - Not *all* of us...

- he's the only one rooting for you to not drink it!! he can't stop you. but he is supporting you in the only way he's able.

VOLITION - No. You *can* stop. Just wade through the hell. Month after month. Year after year -- you against the nothingness. It's possible, because *time* is possible.

- He can encourage you!!

YOU - "I *will* stop drinking."

MEASUREHEAD - "THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE. THE GAME OF *SHAH-MAT* YOU PLAY AGAINST THE GUL'S TRICKS IS UNWINNABLE. THE DAYS, THE WEEKS, THE MONTHS WILL WEAR YOU OUT. THE OCCIDENTAL HAPLOGROUP IS INCAPABLE OF LONG TERM LUCID THOUGHT."

VOLITION - NO.

- volition!!! <3 that's all he needs to say.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - This is it. I'm gonna hit the ground and burn away now. Most of the people in this yard are gonna die -- if not all. Probably you too. It's a COMPLETE DISASTER.

PAIN THRESHOLD - Get ready for a world of pain, man.

VOLITION - No. Not a disaster. Weave this into the story of you. Walk out of its *ruins*. Save those who still can be saved -- *I'm* on your side.

ESPRIT DE CORPS - And the lieutenant too. And the men behind your back, drawing their weapons... you can live. You can get out of this.

- hnngh. this one is among my favourites too. my amazing 1 int run also had 1 motorics. at this point I had failed the rhetoric check to save ruby, failed the logic check to save lizzie, and now failed the spirit bomb throw too and was about ready to cry. Volition's quiet reassurance was very important to me in that moment. EdC too, and I did save Kim.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Your hand trembles as you scratch at your cheek... oh no, that's not how a grown man shaves!

YOU - Leave it for now.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Thank god, I would have cut your throat.

VOLITION - The centipede is exaggerating -- people don't actually cut their own throats when they're shaving. At least not accidentally.

- centipede!!! it's such a funny nickname. alternatively

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Your hand trembles as you scratch at your cheek... oh no, that's not how a grown man shaves!

YOU - This isn't sharp enough. Scrape harder.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Stop, for crying out loud! You're gonna cut your own throat.

VOLITION - There's no way to salvage this.

- these guys are hilarious. why is volition even watching this mess? 'there's no way to salvage this.' ??? I'm not even sure if he's referring to you or H/E... he must be so tired.

ENDURANCE - You feel like you're about to faint and fall off the swing. Your hands get clammy and the air tastes sour to breathe.

HALF LIGHT - Oh god, Harry! Oh god, Harry, what did you do...?!

VOLITION - No! Just nope. Say no to this, Harry.

- more of this!! >:( of volition trying to just avoid anything painful. wake up man.

LOGIC - Everything is so pretty and red -- you and Leo look like brothers as you glance around with similar childlike wonder.

VOLITION - Keep it together, no need to show your wonder.

- why? :( it's not hurting anyone. legendary difficulty passive for volition, high levels of volition are sometimes questionable. I love collecting all these instances of volition making weird suggestions. it's like when people point out really weird things Kim does, that you don't really notice as weird because he does it so calmly and confidently.

VOLITION - Huh... no, Mr. Conclusion. You're always kind of limited in your analytical abilities. That's not *her* fault. But still...

- volition: you're kind of limited in your analytical abilities... meanwhile logic and viscalc and ency calling you stupid and brain damaged lol. vol is so gentle about it!!

- then again...

VOLITION - ...no? He's not going to show up? I'm sorry, your lie detection isn't working. It's not her doing, he's just totally inept. It looks like you're also an idiot. But that's not her fault.

- lol.

RHETORIC - This is good. Clear the air first -- between you two -- then move on to questions.

VOLITION - No, it's not good. It's the opposite of that. This will let her dictate the terms of your...

RHETORIC - Shush. I can't hear what she's saying.

- no. don't ever cut off or shush volition ever again

- >:(

YOU - No-no-no-no...

INLAND EMPIRE - Yes, yes, yes, yes.

VOLITION - No-no, we're not starting with that. Not now. Not this time. This thought is over.

- volitionnnn... ily. my own volition also cuts off dangerous lines of thought for me. I think he's got to be constantly vigilant, in order to be so good at it. must be exhausting :(

YOU - "Can't promise that. I might attack him again." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant groans, but doesn't say anything.

VOLITION - That's right, you *should* do it again! It's the *last* thing he'll be expecting.

- uhm. not sure that's a good idea!!

VOLITION - You're too weak to say 'no' now. Waking up is the worst part. Maybe somewhere down the line you could decline...

- referring to declining the speed. all volition fails are very sad

VOLITION - Yes, look at yourself. What do you see?

YOU - Just a sorry stack of shit...

VOLITION - Yeah, didn't even know they stack shit *that* sorry.

- beautiful, rare volition scolding you!!!! after you disregard his advice and don't apologize to kim after the church fail. he's on your side, but he also knows he needs to tell you that this wasn't okay.

VOLITION - First the investigation, now this... how many more things do you have to fuck up?

- this one too! same scenario. this is a difficulty 16 (Godly) check...

- yes this again. it just needs to be in here. the volition panic attack. if this volition passive doesn't fire, you take no volition damage. it's completely self-inflicted :(((

PAYPHONE - The headset lands in the cradle with a clank. There it sits -- still warm from your hand. You have no idea what just happened.

(heal 2 endurance and 2 volition)

- if you hang up the phone before dora picks up!

VOLITION - He subdues the feeling. Dusts himself off and moves on. So should you. There will be other chances.

(heal 2 volition)

- if Kim misses getting a picture of the phasmid

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - The necktie is guiding you through this. It's your spirit animal, both your nemesis and friend. Suddenly a feeling of ease brushes through you -- you're fine again.

(heal 2 volition and 1 endurance)

AUTHORITY - That... was the most honourable thing anyone has ever done, Harry.

(heal all volition)

- very special incidences of healing more than 1 volition at once!! the fact that healing/damaging morale is just directly called heal/damage volition in the variable naming is. yeah. I think about it constantly. does it hurt him? I think it does. and he never says anything about it (unlike endurance!) he just bears with it quietly.

VOLITION - In honour of your shit, lieutenant-yefreitor. Which you kept *together* in the face of total, unrelenting terror. Day after day. Second by second.

INLAND EMPIRE - DETECTIVE

ESPRIT DE CORPS - ARRIVING

AUTHORITY - ON THE SCENE

- obviously this one has to be in here. funnily enough, in my second playthrough I had 2 PSY but everyone had been bumped up enough that they all fired except authority... I ended up throwing a point into authority and retrying the dialogue so it could be complete haha

VOLITION - What? I thought you had your shit together! This is nearing a complete meltdown! Stop it!

- volitionnn :( if you don't stop you have a panic attack, so I guess he's only trying to help

- this is too funny. volition honey, you absolutely do add flair too

YOU - Oh, you mean Cuno?

VOLITION - Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!

- yup, absolutely no flair. Super. Tip-top!

VOLITION - These guys are compromised. She's got them singing along to her tune. The little bleeps and bloops you trust for info -- you can't trust them anymore.

- it would be a crime to not include the bleeps and bloops in here! why does he call them that?? haha

- rare instance of volition not being able to stop the disaster!

INLAND EMPIRE - Your surroundings are undisturbed. While you slept, you were alone. Now that you're awake -- you're still alone.

HALF LIGHT - Get the fuck out of here. Fuck this place, fuck this world, fuck this life, fuck this body -- just fucking go.

SAVOIR FAIRE - The sheets are stained red. Your blood's been running again. Keep it together. Just get out of here and finish this fucking thing.

VOLITION - Harry... I know there's not much to say -- but if nothing else, just remember that you've made it this far. And it's just a bit farther now. Let's finish this.

- this is just. it's awful, if you have the final dream all alone. but at least you have volition with you

DICK MULLEN AND THE MISTAKEN IDENTITY - Dick Mullen was made to crack skulls and solve cases. It's who he is. He could no more stop being a detective than a tiger could cease to be a predator in the night.

VOLITION - You're no tiger, though, Harry. You're a man. It's your curse to have to choose.

- I like this one.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - That sugary black rum stain on the counter makes you teary-eyed with joy. It's almost touching how syrupy and sticky it is. How long have you been up already?

YOU - Not now.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Oh *excuse me*, do you have something better to do than lust for sweet syrupy rum and lemonade? With a twist of lemon? Maybe lime? Maybe who cares, just rum?

VOLITION - Yes, you do have something better to do. Stop drooling over that stupid rum stain and go. Before it's too late.

- this is a challenging (difficulty 12) check! it's very difficult to resist the sticky rum stain I guess

YOU - Give up.

LOGIC - There we go. Your mind is a relaxed muscle. It's so nice and easy to give up, isn't it? On the downside -- you have no idea what you were supposed to do now. I could have *debriefed* you.

VOLITION - Blissful idiot -- say something. You've stood there for too long.

- blissful idiot

VOLITION - Don't be an idiot and say it. In this day and age, of all times. It won't end well.

- once again, volition pushing you away from the bi-curious thing. :( he just wants to keep you safe, but it comes at a cost.

- you can't just wrap harry in bubblewrap, volition. he'll never grow

- volition absolutely saving the day here. do NOT say it harry! authority's advice is SO hit or miss

VOLITION - It's time to leave it be. You're about to make a child cry. Are you proud of yourself?

YOU - Damn right I am! Proud as the Lion of Serber.

VOLITION - Excuse me, I'm not sure I heard that properly...

- volition ily. he has to deal with so much.

VOLITION - Should we? He's *nice*. I don't like *nice*.

- this is so funny. he's very suspicious.

VOLITION - Look at it, detective. And be ashamed. Until you make it right by *legally purchasing* that raincoat, I'll make sure you feel guilty every time you see it.

- YES YES conscience volition!!

YOU - Close the carabiner.

SLEEPING DOCKWORKER - The sleeping dockworker has little to say about your actions. He remains silent.

VOLITION - You're not 100% clear what you did here was *right*, but to hell with it...

- only sometimes!!

VOLITION - I can't restrain this one. The need to *cop* is too strong. You just need to ask it.

- why are you trying to restrain copping??? this guy, sometimes. he's so stupid (affectionate)

VOLITION - That's it. I'm calling it. Kim is beyond compromised.

- uhm. volition completely overcompensating with the compromised skills is quite funny. once drama wakes up, he does it too

VOLITION - See? It's oddly moderate. Probably compromised.

- oddly moderate now means compromised??

- this is it. this is volition's only comment on this disastrous authority fail. he makes no attempt to stop it!!

VOLITION - Being Cuno's pig has a steadying effect on your hand. Go with the flow, man...

- volition's so silly sometimes

DAMAGED LEDGER - You feel that thing in the back of your head? That little voice, that quiet scream? You already felt this was a bad idea, but especially right now it's even worse. Try as you might, you can't read it now.

VOLITION - You've got *business* to deal with first. Talk to the Union boss first, at least... I can't stop you for long, but there's just enough of an excuse now.

- Volition fighting for his life to stop you from reading the letter :,(

VOLITION - If it's possible, then by pure willpower alone. You are going to have to become... a psycholocomotor.

- that is *not* a real word but we love you anyway vol

LOGIC - Is that how it is now? We should just try all good things *twice* and then give up? By that logic...

VOLITION - Not you too...

- he's all alone out here :(

VOLITION - Someone's been a very busy boy. Good on you...

- thank you...?

VOLITION - *Very* off. Just let her go. Listen to me for once...

- for once?? :((( but if you try...

VOLITION - I can't help you. I am totally useless. Everything I've said is lies. I want the exact same bad things you want. To stand here, like a pillar of salt, saying...

- this is probably one of the saddest lines. all the skills falling apart in the dream is awful, but volition might be the worst. it's also very important that volition *does* want the exact same thing you want. He wants to drink and smoke and think of dora and die. And he chooses to resist it anyways. To be the only thing standing in your way. But it's to the point where it's all he knows. He knows that he has to resist the things he wants, and will occasionally take it too far. Keeping Harry (and himself) from things that will make them happy. In the setting of the game, Volition keeps things together and on track. But once Harry is back in his normal life, it will become very much a double edged sword I think. Luckily(?) it will self balance a bit, where if Volition prevents Harry from being happy then he'll lose morale, weakening volition, and then vol won't prevent harry as much and it'll balance out. hopefully.

VOLITION - Despair creeps into you, getting fat on your weakness. Whatever noble intentions you once had as a police officer -- it's eating them all up now.

VOLITION - Nothing you can say would make you feel any better now...

- 😭 I hate this, I hate the volition death. the endurance one is really painful too, but this one's painful in a different way. Volition isn't getting back up from this. the awful newspaper clipping saying you go to live under a bridge... that's what happens when you let volition die?? if any of the other skills (except endurance) drop to 0 you can just raise them back up, but vollll.... ugh.

VOLITION - Listen... It's okay to take a few minutes to yourself. Sit down and have a breather.

ENDURANCE - You need to rest. Your body is aching. Getting in here has taken something out of you. Have a seat.

- our two health pool boys encouraging you to take care of yourself <3

YOU - "Kim, can *you* see it?!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I can see it."

VOLITION - Four simple words -- thank god. If he can see, then you're not insane.

- this one is obviously very important.

YOU - "I've finally gone insane..." (Put your head in your hands.)

[...]

VOLITION - My god... maybe you *are*.

- if Kim and Cuno aren't there, and your Volition is really low, you get this very sad fail. :(

VOLITION - True, you ought not love ruins and hell -- and the fading scent of apricots.

- I like this one.

WASHERWOMAN - "I *can* wash it for you," she says after looking the jacket over, "but it's going to take about a half an hour. Think you can stay put for that long?"

VOLITION - Hell yeah!

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - No, we must run around ceaselessly. It would be torture to stay put.

- I really really love him.

YOU - "By the way, I'm going to sing karaoke here."

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Absolutely out of the question."

VOLITION - You wait and see, cafeteria manager!

- volition will not be told no!!

VOLITION - No one can STOP you from finding the phasmid.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU?!?! Are you going to CRY now, son?

VOLITION - You heard the coach! This is weakness. It cannot go on much longer, or you will LOSE.

- these guys are great. coach!

YOU - Right. Activate Denial Mode.

VOLITION - You're not really an automaton, you do know that?

- oh, thank you for the insight volition

- even your most willful, imaginative skills know this scope creep was insurmountable...

DRAMA - But we *are* awake, sire! She has been forthcoming -- with sordid details women usually conceal! Most *shocking* details of the sexual kind! We are a bulwark, un-breached...

VOLITION - You've been breached, bulwark. You've been breached, like, a thousand times now!

- nooo poor drama (volition is right)

- Volition trying to reassure you after the Tribunal is very important.

- SO TRUE.

DRAMA - This may have been a *grave* mistake, sire.

VOLITION - Maybe. Maybe not. Mercy is rarely a *complete* mistake.

- I really adore this quote.

I think I'm going to leave it here. I haven't included some quotes that I put in other posts already but I might add them in later to have a comprehensive Volition post... But I've spent like 4 hours on this already so I'm giving it a rest for now :)

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I bet you have so much to do with all your great au's and the fanfics and arts you make for them (they are always awesome by the way), but I was wondering if you are planing on writing the Untaken au sometimes in the future or if its going to be a fun idea but there is nothing big planned.

I hope you are happy and healthy. Take your breaks and have a nice day!

I am planning to, yes!! :D I’ve already started too. I just don’t know when I’ll post any fanfic stuff about it. I have written many many things for it however :3 hehe

And I’m happy to share a scene from it

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Note: since MK was never taken in the UnTaken Au, he would go back to being Xiaotian. (Nickname still being MK)

Taken Xiaotian however, would instead be named Xiaohua. (Nickname still being Xiaoxiao)

It was pitch dark out when Wukong’s eyes popped open, the sound of the door creaking open drawing him awake. Keeping still, he frowned at the ceiling. Mihou was still sound asleep beside him, pressing tightly to Wukong’s side with the King’s arm firmly around his waist. Keeping his mate secure, Wukong listened to shuffling, moving through the room slowly. He couldn’t see them, so they must have been smaller than the bed.

Positive it was one of his children, just not sure which one yet, he waited. He heard the laundry hamper being flipped, pushed against the bed so the child could use it as a stepping stool to make his way up onto the bed. Moving through the fluffy blankets they crawled. Their breath was heavy through their little nose, unaware they were being watched.

Wukong peeked down by his feet when he felt a little hand grab his foot above the covers. He could smell the child now as cinnamon overtook his senses; MK.

His smiles, reaching down to brush his fingers to the toddler's head. MK was startled, jumping a little when he realised his Dada was awake. Immediately MK was nuzzling against his Father’s hands, his wet cheeks evident against his palm.

Wukong’s thumb brushed to MK’s cheek in the dark, his voice soft. “What’s wrong, bud?”

“B-Bad dream.” the child whimpered

“Oh,” Wukong frowned. He patted his chest to draw MK closer to lay against him, “We can’t have that now. C’mere.” MK was quick to scamper up to his chest and nuzzle against his fur. Wet eyelashes closed, cooing.

Wukong rubbed his boy’s back, soothing his little one. He kissed the top of his head, lifting the blanket to cover them both. “Such a brave Monkey Kid.” he murmured. It didn’t take long for MK’s breathing to slow, his little chest rising up and down as he slipped into sleep. Wukong smiled, drifting back into sleep himself.

A few hours later Xiaohua was kicking down the door, a bundle of beheaded fluff. “Xiaotian is missing!” he screeched. He paused when MK’s head snapped upward from his Father’s chest, fur messy and eyes wide. Xiaohua’s mouth fell open in absolute SHOCK!

“Good morning, Xiaoxiao.” Wukong purred. Next to him, Mihou’s head was lifting drowsily, eyes inconsistently blinking.

“Huh…?” he grumbled

“Sleep over?!” Xiaohua demanded. He patted his little chest, clearly left out of such a fun event. “Without Xiaoxiao?!”

Mihou blinked, too tired to really form any words, and just buried his face back into Wukong’s shoulder. He tugged on Wukong’s tail with his own for his mate to deal with this situation.

“Gee thanks.” Wukong frowned at him. He gestured for Xiaohua to calm down, “It’s okay buddy, MK just had a bad dream so he came here. You can come join us right now?” he offered, patting beside him.

He could see the top of Xiaohua’s little head at the end of the bed, heatedly walking back and forth. Grumbling and on the verge of a tantrum. “Xiaoxiao is peeved! Peeved I tell you!” The child declared.

MK and Wukong glance at each other, sinking a bit further into the mattress to try and flatten themselves, hoping if they disappeared maybe they could avoid the wrath of the jealous Xiaohua.

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hello there😁👋🏼

I would like to request another x reader headcannon if u can or have the energy😅.

May I have a Macaque x female dance reader. The reader loves dancing and probably knows most of it. Whether if they're nervous or not. Like break-dancing, ballet, salsa, tap dance, etc. Maybe they're in a dance group, does shows or something like that. They probably teach others how to dance or knows history of dances like who invented it and where it started(For example, if Billy Jean or Micheal Jackson created the Moon Walk). Stay healthy and sleep well😁🫶🏽❤️

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Pairing: Macaque x fem!dancer!Reader Rating: SFW Warnings/Tags: Fluff, 'nuff said. Word Count: 900+ words

🌙  Being in a relationship with Macaque meant learning new things about him through unintentional or riddle-like ways. 

🌙 The only reason you found out about his talent in shadow play was through MK. When you shared your love of dancing, which may or may not have been obvious, Macaque simply hummed but stored that information in his mind for later. 

🌙 Sometimes he'll ask you about it or 'reluctantly' assist you in whatever choreography you're practicing/preparing that requires two people. 

🌙 This is also how you found out your oh-so-humble monkey knew how to use his feet.

🌙 Nervous or not? Whether you're nervous about your ability or not, I think Macaque wouldn't bug you about it unless you came to him first. That, or he's in a playful mood and wants to disrupt your day in some way. 

🌙 Pulling you away from work/cooking/chores/etc and twirling you in his arms.

🌙 Appearing behind you while you're busy with something else and softly singing in your ear as he slowly guide you into a waltz. That kind of thing.

🌙 If you're versatile in different forms of dance, be prepared for Macaque to quickly fall from grace and stumble to keep up with you. 

🌙 I feel like he would be good in ballroom dancing, ribbon/fan dancing, and ballet. If you're good at break-dancing, salsa, and tap dance…you'll have the upper hand for a while until Macaque get's the hang of it. 

🌙 Dance group/partner? In a group, Macaque probably won't have much of an opinion about it. Having a dance partner? Practicing alone, together, just the two of you, without him? Well, I think he's petty enough to wait until you get home to sweep you off your feet and ask a few times whether or not he's better than your dance buddy. Even after you've reassured him multiple times, he'll be by your side like glue for the rest of the day/afternoon/night. 

🌙 Shows? Assuming that Macaque continues doing shadow plays, you'll attend each one just as he'll do for your shows. He might not be in the front row, but you'll be able to see the shadow of his figure admiring you from a distance away from the stuffy crowd. You two might even have your own signals to greet each other after the end of your shows, maybe a blow kiss or a wink in a particular direction. Just know that he's obsessed with seeing you doing the things you love the most. 

🌙 Teach others history/dancing? As much as he admires your patience in teaching others the wonders of your craft and the little tidbits of history he gets to ingest when you're together, he prefers intimate demonstrations over lectures.

🌙 Perhaps he'll act dumb while you're preparing for your next class and will ask you to show him a example of a type of dance you're preparing for your students. Even if you call him out on knowing the dance/history of said dance, he'll ask you to indulge him anyway. 

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Fingers tapped away at the keyboard as your eyes strained to keep track of the words on the PowerPoint slide. The pedestal fan whirred in the background and occasionally blew in your direction as it did a 180 degree turn. You sighed as you leaned back to check the time on your phone.

11:40 PM 

Damn.

You pushed the blue light glasses against your temple before stretching your arms above your head, before you lowered them back onto the keyboard they were caught in someone's grip. You glanced up at the perpetrator and tiredly smiled at the dark furred monkey staring you down. 

"You're up late," Macaque mused as he kept your hands above your head. He glanced at the bright screen of your laptop and squinted. "Lesson plans again?"

"Mhm," You yawned before yelping as Macaque lowered your arms down before scooping you into his arms. Your back hit his chest as he plucked you from your chair and turned around with you curled against him. Thankfully, he lowered you onto your feet when the two of you entered the hallway leading to your bedroom. 

The moment he rested his hand on your waist and held one of your hands up you already knew what time it was. A breathless chuckle left you as you closed the distance between the two of you and laid your head on his shoulder.

Macaque's expression softened as he took the lead and swayed the two of you back and forth, the hand on your waist keeping you steady as he guided the two of you inside of your bedroom. 

Despite the lack of music, both of you moved in sync as if you've danced this dance a million times. It certainly felt that way.

As the back of your leg touched the edge of the bed, Macaque dropped his hand to your lower back and dipped you above the bed. 

You and Macaque stared at each other for a while; your hand running through his hair ever so slowly as his half-lidded gaze took in every little detail on your face. 

As the distance between your lips came to a close, you closed your eyes and waited for the inevitable kiss to come. 

Macaque had other plans and released his hold on you. 

"Wha-?!" You bounced a little as you were ruthlessly dropped onto the comfy bed of yours. 

Macaque only arched a brow and smirked before disappearing into a portal. 

"Jackass," You rolled your eyes and got ready for bed. 

🍜 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight!!

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What if I told you I love you? (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

Hiii I hope y'all are doing well! I wanted to write something for my favorite Hasira, so here's a fanfic for Mr. Tomioka. Hope you enjoy <3

Summary: You are in love with the Water pillar but you managed to convince yourself he's in love with someone else. So how does your story end up when he almost dies while on a mission with you?

Warnings: Swearing, angst, a little bit of gore/ description of blood, mentions of death, Shinobu being mean (I love her I promise, it was for plot purposes)

I look down at my sweating palms as I walk to the hashira meeting, anxious to see Giyuu again. The last interaction between the two of us had been a bit more than a month before today, I missed him dearly. When I get to the mansion, I see the rest of the hashira chatting while waiting for the master, my eyes scan over the yard and see Giyuu sitting to the side on one of the picnic chairs located in a corner of the courtyard. A smile graces my face as I make my way over to him. His face stays in its usual emotionless resting position, not that I mind, I’ve always found him beautiful no matter what his facial expression is.

“Hi Tomioka! I missed you, how are you?” I smile brightly at the Water Pillar, he looks up and his lips twitch ever so slightly. I almost got a reaction, it’s progress!

“I’m okay, you?” He murmured softly, glancing at me.

“I’m good, I’ve just been lonely without you and the others while on that mission. It was fun to see other parts of the country though! There was this one place I think you would love, it was a whole field covered in cherry blossoms, it was so beautiful…” I trail off at the end seeing his zoned-out look. My gaze follows his to the other hashira, only to be met with Shinobu’s smiling face while she’s chatting with Mitsuri. My attention moves back to Giyuu who looks mesmerized by the one and only Shinobu Kocho.

I frown slightly, feeling jealousy bubbling up in my stomach, I catch yourself before acting on it though. “I’m going to go say hi to the others, excuse me. It’s nice seeing you again Giyuu” I nod to him before walking over to the rest of the hashira saying hi and hugging the pillars you were close to: Rengoku, Tengen, and Muichiro. “Hey, you three, you been behaved?” I asked jokingly while pulling each of them in a hug.

“I have been good as always my friend!” Rengoku answers in his usual peppy tone making me smile at him.

Uzui steps closer and takes my hand in his and lifts it up to his lips before placing a kiss over my knuckles, “Much better now that my future fourth wife is back after a month. We missed you,” he teases before pulling me into a gentle hug.

“Y/N?” Muichiro asks as if suddenly remembering me, his reaction makes me smile and pull him into a hug. Muichiro was living with me for a few years now as the master didn’t want him to stay alone with his amnesia as well as the fact that he’s still a child. He was staying with Tengen the last month though and I missed him a lot. We have a very good relationship, but it can be a bit hard seeing him not remember me sometimes. Not that I mind, at the end of the day I’ll always be willing to help him remember me.

“Hey there Kiddo, how have you been?” I asked while ruffling his hair.

“I’m okay, I’m glad you’re back,” he answered before hugging me again making me grin at the teen.

“I’m glad too, buddy.”

“Hello, my children, glad to see you all here, healthy and intact,” we kneel in front of the master as soon as we realise that he’s arrived, and I greet him.

“Hello Master, it is good to see you in good health.” We all keep our heads down waiting for him to address us again. I could hear Mitsuri mumble something about her wanting to be the one to greet the master making me only look down more.

“Thank you, my child. Now as for why I have brought you here, as you all know Y/N has been away this past month on a mission to try and get more information on the upper ranks of the Twelve Kizuki. She has found some information about a suspicious number of demons in Tokyo, we suspect one of the demon moons is behind it. So, the reason I have gathered you all here my children is to ask for two volunteers to go with Y/N to infiltrate the city and take down the demon. So, my children, could two of you join her?” he speaks gently as always but in such a way that made everyone know there was no arguing, not that any of you would.

After a few minutes of silence, Giyuu spoke softly as usual, “I will go with her if you’ll allow me Master,” he was still in a kneeling position, his voice filled with respect for our leader.

“You may go if you wish to do so my child,” Master Kagaya answered him with a smile, “anyone else?”

“I will go, Master,” Muichiro spoke from next to me making me look at him with a frown.

“Very well then, Y/N do you have any objections to your partners?”

“I- Master forgive me for not agreeing, but I do not think it wise to bring Muichiro with. I understand that he is powerful and that he is a Pillar like the rest of us, but he is still a child. And he is under my protection, I do not want him to get hurt,” I speak my concerns.

“I understand your views and I respect them, but as you said Muichiro is a hashira just like the rest of you and he has taken down a member of the upper moons before, so I think it would be good to take him with you and Giyuu.”

I sigh slightly still not liking the idea but agreeing nevertheless, not wanting to go against the master’s wishes. “Yes, master.”

The meeting ended a while after and I was saying goodbye to Kyojuro and Tengen, “Take care of yourselves please,” I said looking at the two men towering over me.

“We should be the ones saying that to you, cupcake,” Uzui answers before pulling me into a hug.

“I’ll try my best,” I smile up at the sound pillar holding onto his bicep before turning to Kyojuro and giving him a hug as well. After goodbyes, the two of them walk away while talking and I look around for my two teammates and find them both sitting in silence waiting for me so we could get our orders from Master Kagaya. I walk over to them and get their attention.

“You two ready?” I ask standing in front of them now making the two Hashira look up at me for a second before nodding their heads, the three of us then walk to the master.

Here we go.

Muichiro and Giyuu follow me in silence as we make our way to the train station, we finally see the lights in the distance and I turn to them, “Okay, so you both know that the corps isn’t exactly… legal according to the government, so we’ll have to hide our swords from the train staff. So if you don’t mind giving them to me for a moment I can get them safely on the train.”

They look at me and nod before handing the two nichirin blades over to me. We finished our walk and found seats, I took out the swords and handed each to the two boys sitting in the compartment with me. Muichiro sits next to me and rests his head on my shoulder, “you okay Buddy?” I ask before bringing my hand up to smooth out his hair.

He nods softly before deciding to talk “I am, I just missed you,” he answers before slowly starting to drift off eventually falling asleep with his head against my shoulder making me smile.

“He really cares about you,” I hear a voice speak from across where I was sitting. I look up at Giyuu as he looks at us with his usual expression on his face with a hint of something I can’t quite catch in his eyes.

“I guess, I care about him too,” I smile at he boy sleeping, his face peaceful, not an ounce of worry on his face. “I care about you too, you know,” my words fall out of my mouth before I can process them. I look up at Giyuu and smile at him, he was always so quiet so I didn’t expect him to answer me, but to my surprise he did.

“Why?” he asked, a slight look of confusion on his face.

“Why what? Why do I care about you?” he nods making me frown, “because you’re my friend Tomioka, you were always nice to me when I first joined the corps, even before I became a hashira,” I take a breath wondering if I should say what I want to. All logic got thrown out the window when I look into his deep blue eyes. “Do you remember the first time we met Giyuu?”

He nods, his brows furrowing slightly as if wondering why I’m bringing this up “Yeah? Why?”

I smile “Do you remember your reaction to seeing me in Mr. Urukodaki’s house? You looked so surprised to see someone there. Your facial expression was priceless, as if you couldn’t believe your eyes. And then Mr. Urukodaki started teasing you about picking up your jaw. After a while you came in and ate with us and fell asleep,” I smile looking at the boy sleeping next to me before looking back up at Giyuu. “And then a few hours later when I couldn’t sleep you came to sit with me outside to look at the moon.” I look out the window to see the moon shining in the night sky. “Looking at you that night, the moon lighting up your face, I didn’t ever see anything as beautiful as you were that night. I care about you because you’re a kind person, you’re a hard worker, you’re funny, and so very stubborn. I care about you because you care for others with such a deep part of you that you don’t even realise it. But to be honest, I don’t care about you…” I contemplate my words, my pause and words making Giyuu frown. “I- I love you Giyuu.”

He looks at me in shock for a moment before blinking several times, his mouth opens and closes a few times before keeping his lips sealed making me speak again “I- Giyuu, you… you don’t have to say anything. I just- I wanted to let you know how I feel. Don’t let what I told you make you feel like you need to return my feelings, I just thought I should tell you.” I say quickly before looking away, “I think you should get some sleep now, tomorrow’s a long day. I’m a light sleeper so we don’t need to take turns staying up, you can sleep, I’ll wake up if there’s a problem.”

Giyuu looks at me for a few seconds before nodding and turning  to the side to rest his head on the wall of the train compartment. He falls asleep in a few minutes and his breaths slowly even out.

I watch him a bit before turning my gaze to the window and watch the moon as we pass by the trees, the moon truly is beautiful, isn’t it?

The next day we got to our destination, I sneak our swords off the train and grab my luggage. Giyuu, Muichiro and I walk through the streets of Tokyo and find a place to stay. I speak to the clerk and pay him for the room. The man shows us our room and I thank him before closing the door and turning to the boys. “He seems nice,” I say smiling, “You two should get settled, we need to start investigating the area where the demon attacks happened a few days ago and the area surrounding the house.”

 The boys grab their things and place them to the side of the room. I start up a conversation with Muichiro while we unpack. Giyuu just focused on his things while staying silent, only replying with a hum of agreement when you asked him something.

Maybe I messed up, my feelings should have remained a secret, an unspoken words that bonded you to him without it being returned. There has been a tension between us the whole day and I hate it, he hasn’t really spoken, not that he every really does, but this time it seemed more forced than his natural quietness he usually has. He has something he wants to say, but he’s trying not to.

“So, what’s up with you two?” Muichiro asks.

His questions makes me bink a few times, the words still being processed. Muichiro may be a kid with memory difficulties, but he’s one smart kid. I sometimes wish he would be a bit more oblivious to these things, but that’s never happening. “Nothing happened, why would you think something happened?”

“I can sense it,” he replied sticking out his tongue making me laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Well stop sensing it, everything will be fine,” I say smiling at him. We take a few more minutes to unpack our things and we leave to the area we need to investigate.

Once we get to the house we make our way inside, the bottom level seems normal, a clean corridor with a table and ornaments. A kitchen to the right of the hallway, a common area on the left and then a staircase straight ahead.

“Do you want us to split up?” I could hear Giyuu ask, speaking for the first time today making you turn to him.

“No, I think it’s best we stay together, we don’t know what we’ll find.”

“Okay then,” he answered before following me and Muichiro upstairs. We take slow steps to the top floor. Once we enter the hall I gasp and cover Muichiro’s eyes and I see Giyuu’s eyes widen ever so slightly. I regain my composure and look at the scene infront of us. The doors were smashed over, broken into numerous pieces, the grey walls were drenched in dark red stains, the floor covered in it as well. In between the blood splatters are several scratch marks spitting the wallpaper.

I look at the scene and move my gaze over to Giyuu, his eyes meet mine, a slight look of terror and sadness filled his eyes. I lean over to Muichiro while still covering his eyes. “You know I’ve seen worse right?” he mumbles.

“Mui, now’s not the time. I know you’ve seen worse but that still doesn’t mean that you should see this,” I said before pulling out a piece of material out of my pocket and tie it around Muichiro’s eyes.

“Oh c’mon,” he pouts, making me roll my eyes before holding onto his shoulders ushering him forward.

“Just keep that on please, I’ll help you around,” I say softly before guiding him to Giyuu to stand there. “Giyuu, can you please just stay here with him? I want to make sure the rooms are safe before you two go in.”

Giyuu stands there for a few seconds before speaking, “I think I should go check it out, you stay here with Tokito,” he spoke with a little more emotion in his voice than usual. I open my mouth to object but he does something I never would have thought, he smiles at me, and with that he walks into the room. I stand there with Muichiro for a few minutes and wait for Giyuu to call us or come out of the room. After about five minutes he hasn’t left the room making me take Mui’s hand and pulling him behind me to go look for Giyuu.

As we step in the doorway, I hear a yelp and a thud making me run into the room as fast as I can, “Mui, take off the material. You need to move alone now,”

“Finally!” He exclaims before ripping it off and letting go of my hand. I stop and look around the room to see any sign of Giyuu but fail to find any. I hear a soft grunt from above us and look up only to see Giyuu trapped in a sort of wool trap stuck to the celling while being choked by a thick rope like crochet part of the trap.

“Mui, stay vigilant, they have to be dangerous in order to have a Blood demon art such as this,” I say before removing my Katana from its sheath and holding it defensively. Right after I hold my katana in my hands, I see a figure move across the room and I move into a defensive position. “Tokito, can you try and free Tomioka? I don’t know if he can breathe in that thing.”

The mist pillar responds with an “Okay” before jumping up and slicing the crochet trap making Giyuu fall to the floor. “I got him down, he looks badly hurt though,” Mui told me softly before checking his pulse “He’s still got a pulse though so that’s good.”

I look at the demon feeling anger bubble up my stomach, how dare they hurt the man I love? How fucking dare they hurt the kind man that risks his own life every day for the sake of others? “You’re a fucking coward, hiding on the other side of the room in a shadow. Show yourself bastard!” I yell into the area I saw the demon. I look into the darkness before I see something jumping towards me.

I dodge the attack quickly and swing my blade as I turn around, I use the momentum in from my turn and let the force of it fall into the blade as I aim for the demon’s neck. In a second the demon’s neck rolls to the ground and the body stands there for a while before turning to ash. As soon as the body and head disappear, I run over to the boys.

“Mui we need to get him out of here and to Shinobu as soon as possible,” I said looking over his wounds, he was without air for a while so I’m afraid it might have affected him more than it looks.

I move his body and pick him up before telling Muichiro to follow me as we make our way out of the house. “Shouldn’t we wait for the Kakushi?”

“Giyuu may die if we don’t get him to someone who can help, so I don’t give a shit about the kakushi right now, I’m getting him to Shinobu’s!” I snap at him immediately regretting it afterwards as he flinches. “I’m sorry Mui, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m just scared. Can we go?” I apologize and he nods before following me. We both start running in the direction of the Butterfly Mansion with Giyuu unconscious on my back.

Please Giyuu, please be okay.

I look over at Giyuu in the infirmary bed, his breaths even and face in a peaceful rest. He looks so beautiful. He’s been like this for two weeks, the damage was worse than I originally thought, Shinobu said that if I didn’t start running when I did he would be dead right now.

I’ve been here with him since we got to the mansion, only ever leaving when I started to smell bad and needed a shower. Right now, I was starting to fall asleep in the chair next to his bed, I move my arm a little to hold his hand and I fall asleep. After a few hours I feel a soft squeeze to my hand causing me to wake up.

I look over at Giyuu, his eyes start to flutter making my eyes widen in shock. “Shinobu! Aoi! Tanjiro! Someone!” I yell out the door before turning my attention to Giyuu again, “Please wake up Giyuu, Please wake up,” I murmur as I hold his hand to my lips. After his eyes flutter a few more times they open.

“Oh my gods, yes! You’re awake! Oh, thank goodness!” I cry before standing up and pulling him in for a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay, you scared the shit out of me. Please don’t ever do that to me again.”

“I’m sorry what happened?-“ he gets cut off by Aoi and Tanjiro running in while Shinobu comes walking in casually, pissing me off. Could she at least pretend to care?

“Mr. Tomioka! You’re awake, thank goodness!” Tanjiro exclaims while running over to the bed.

“Oh, you’re awake Tomioka,” she says with her usual empty smile rubbing me the wrong way. Why am I getting so angry. “You’d think a Hashira wouldn’t get caught so easily by a lower rank demon, you’re lucky the River an Mist hashira were there.” As soon as she finished her one sided conversation my patience snaps.

“Your friend almost died and all you can say is ‘your awake’ and insult him for being attacked while trying to make sure it was safe for his team to enter? What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spit angerly.

“I think we should leave,” Aoi said to Tanjiro before the two of them leave.

“Are you jealous that he looks at me more than he looks at you Y/N?” Shinobu asks teasingly.

“You bitch-“ I move to pounce on her only to be caught by Giyuu still holding onto my hand.

“Please don’t fight like I’m not here. Y/n it’s okay, it’s just her way of speaking.” Giyuu says softly looking up at me.

“It’s not okay Giyuu! She treats you like trash and you always just say “It’s okay” but its not okay Giyuu! It’s not okay that you fell in love with someone who can’t even show a small amount of happiness that you’re okay after you almost died, that’s not good for you-“ I get cut off by Giyuu’s lips on my own.

The moment is short but it fills me with so much joy, the one thing I’ve wanted most for years is now finally happening. His lips are as soft as they look, they are gentle against my own. I wish we could always stay like this. But I pull away before letting my mind wander.

“I- what was that for?” I stutter.

“To get you to give me a chance to speak. I don’t have feelings for Shinobu. I don’t know what gave you that impression, but I only have feelings for you. You’re the only person I’m interested in, Shinobu is just a friend,” Giyuu replies softly holding my face in his hand.

“I think I’ll take my leave now,” Shinobu mutters before leaving the room smiling at the two of us, she planned this didn’t she?

“You… you really have feelings for me?” I ask softly, my face turning into a slight frown as tears pool in my eyes.

“How could I not? You’re wonderful, I love you, I can’t tell you why, or how. But I love you and I know I wouldn’t change that for anything.” He smiles at me, like actually smiles. His eyes wrinkle at the edges as his lips lift in an expression of happiness.

“I love you too,” I smile back at him with teary eyes. “Can I please kiss you?”

“Of course, you can,” he answers before pulling me in for a kiss. “I’m so happy that I finally got to do that.”

“Me too, Giyuu, me too.” I kiss him again and move to lay next to him on the bed, warmth washing over me as I fall asleep.

[twst-drabbles]

Vil 25

Summary: Because Rook can’t keep watch on his newly hatched siren all day, you’ve been given the task of feeding this bald and noisy little bird.

(Don’t have any grand plans for this little alternative AU. Just baby pet stories is all. And, as with all baby pets, it’s not the cleanest.)

Of all the things you’re grateful for, beyond the amount of money you get just to take care of these various creatures, is the fact that Vil stays asleep throughout the night. At first, you were just the slightest bit paranoid that you may have read the bird care article wrong and that baby birds don’t actually sleep through the night, but every time your alarm rang and you went to check on him, he was fast sleep.

This was wholly unlike Azul, Jade and Floyd. While they don’t have enough body mass to actually make that much noise, your ears have been trained and now your sleep has become way too light to be healthy. You once woke up at 2 AM because Crowley squeaky gate managed to reach into your dreams.

Anyways, it’s early in the morning, sun barely peeking over the horizon, and you turned on the lights just as you heard the calling shrill of your newest care-taking project.

Inside an expensive incubator was the most decorative bird’s nest you’ve ever seen. A wreath of carefully weaved gold and white branches with the inside line with what you can only call as downy fur. Vil in all his bald glory was practically swallowed in it, but that didn’t stop his sightless self from flapping his pin feathered arms.

You walked closer and marvel at how thin his skin was. You can almost make out his bones and with how human shaped-ish he is, it almost makes you uncomfortable. You know he’s not a human kid, but that doesn’t stop your brain from thinking, “That’s not how a toddler is supposed to look.”

You put the warmed up mash you had for Vil down on the counter. You opened the incubator and Vil faced skyward with his mouth wide open and ready for his feeding.

You mixed the mash with a syringe you cleaned, took some in and tapped Vil on the lips. He latched on immediately and let him suck out the contents at his own pace, lightly pressing the syringe just so he doesn’t swallow air.

You pulled back and Vil gave his sorrowful, hungry peeps.

“Still hungry huh,” you chuckled as you refilled the syringe, “That’s good. Your appetite’s growing.”

You fed him once more and watched as his little face tightly scrunched up.

“Alright,” you placed a napkin on the side and grabbed your large tweezers, “here we go.”

You nudged the little Vil to lean on the side of his nest just as he started push. And what came out was a fecal sack. That’s another thing you’re thankful for. The fact that his mess was just so neat and tidy, all wrapped up in a membrane that you can grab and deposit on a napkin.

“There we go. Good job, little buddy,” you nudged him back deep into his nest and watched as Vil snuggled into your hand, attracted to the warm of your fingers. Of which you made sure to wash. You don’t want to accidentally get him sick. “Have a good nap.”

You rubbed at his bald head, barely holding a few strands. You closed the incubator and went about your day just as Vil fell asleep.

You should probably report this tiny bit of progress to Rook. He really does like to hear any tiny detail about him. Actually he likes to hear any detail about anything. Really, you don’t understand how you can pay attention to everything at all times. But, it is something you appreciate, so you can’t complain.

[woso-fan13]

Sicktember 2023: 30 (uswnt)

Patient 0

It wasn’t your fault. Technically, you are the only person that the blame falls to, but you didn’t mean for everything to happen. You had felt fine when you had left for camp and when you arrived. You didn’t start feeling sick until dinner on the first full day, but you blamed the headache on the lack of water that you had consumed that day. 

Waking up the next morning, you knew that this wasn’t caused by a little dehydration. This was, without a doubt, a nasty bug. 

You were determined to keep this to yourself in all ways possible. You didn’t want your teammates to know that you were sick, but you also didn’t want to get them sick. The best way to accomplish both of these things is to hide from everyone as much as you can. 

You had some pretty good excuses over the next day, insisting that you needed to complete a lengthy assignment for school and spending a lot of time in your room. You also claimed that you wanted a little extra practice time, allowing you to get out of the locker room before everyone else arrived and stay on the field until you were sure everyone had changed. It was draining, but it was for the best. 

—-

On the third day, an unstopping knock sounded on the door. When you heard the voices on the other side- Emily and Kelley- you knew that they wouldn’t stop knocking until you opened the door. 

Unwrapping the blanket from your body and pausing briefly to try and make yourself look less ill, you make it to the door and open it. You stare at the women on the other side, an eyebrow cocked in question. 

“Hey, nugget,” Emily says, pushing past you and walking into your room, “we figured you could use some company tonight.”

You protested, assuring the women that you were busy while trying to hide the rasp in your voice. The two women ignore you and settle on your bed anyway.  

“Yeah, yeah,” Kelley rolls her eyes, “I’ve heard, you’re swamped. But you know what I think?”

You shake your head slightly, unsure as to where Kelley is going. 

“I think it’s all a lie. What do you think, Sonny, is Y/N lying to us?”

You try to protest but Emily interrupts you, “she obviously is. I mean, look at her.”

“I think you’re lying,” Kelley continues, “because it’s summer right now. So I know your fall classes haven’t started, and I know that you weren’t taking any summer classes. So you obviously aren’t working on something for school. All of this brings up the question of why you’re lying.”

You stay silent, your eyes suddenly finding it necessary to study the carpet on the hotel floor. 

Emily decides that she should also chime in, “at first, we thought you were just being a little shy. But, come on, when have your name and shy been used in the same sentence?”

Kelley continues the conversation, “Then we thought you might be working on a surprise or a prank or something, but you can’t keep a secret.”

“And then,” Emily pauses, “we figured it out.”

“You’re sick, kiddo,” Kelley says bluntly. 

“No, I’m not,” you insist much too quickly for someone telling the truth, “I’m totally fine, I’ve just been busy. But I’m completely, 100%, totally healthy.”

Kelley snags an arm around your waist, pulling you to sit between the two women on the bed, “it’s okay if you’re not.”

And the dams had burst, as you began crying. The two women hold you tighter, whispering calming words as you allow all of the emotions from the past few days to escape. 

“Shh, buddy, you’re okay,” Emily soothes, “we know you’re feeling a little sick, but you’ll feel better soon. I promise.”

“It’s not that,” you whimper through tears, “I- I just don’t wanna be alone anymore.”

Somewhat confused by your confession, the women share a look over your head. Kelley pulls you to completely rest against her, dropping a few kisses to your hair. 

“You don’t have to be alone, that’s why Emmy and I are here. We’re going to snuggle up and watch a movie before bed, you’ll be right between us.”

“But I can’t, cause then you’ll be sick.”

Oh. 

That’s what you had been afraid of. 

“Oh, bug,” Emily says sadly, “we don’t care if we get sick, that’s okay.”

“But you’ll get sick and then everyone will get sick and it will all be my fault,” you force the words out through tears. 

“You’re not going to be patient 0, Y/N/N, I promise. And even if you are, no one will be mad,” Kelley reassures you. 

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. Remember when you got really sick at camp last year and ended up in the hospital?”

You nod, thinking about the endless wait in the ER as your sick lungs struggled to breathe properly. 

“Do you remember how you got sick?”

Again, you nod. 

“Do you blame me? I was the first one in the team to get sick and I was your roommate. Was it my fault you got sick and were in the hospital?”

You frantically shake your head no, “of course not, don’t be ridiculous. You didn’t mean to get me sick.”

The women fix you with identical looks, clearly telling you to take your own advice. And you do, slumping fully into their embrace with a sigh. 

[crazylittlejester]

You mentioned the modern heroes having different body types than canon due to different lifestyles, so how has it affected everyone? (This is a free invitation to yap about their different body types and like lifestyle writings if you'd like to /gen)

Also, since everyone is suffering with them, how do the boys deal with exams? Does the stress make Sky's epilepsy worse, and if so how do Twi and Wars help him deal with it?

Answering your second question first because it’s shorter alskkdkd (also my bad for spelling errors or weird grammar mistakes my brain is friend from finals)

Yes, exams make Sky more likely to have a seizure because one of his triggers is stress, but over the years he’s gotten somewhat better about not letting everything stack up and overwhelm him. Its not the easiest thing in the world to get Sky to stop and take a break, because if he thinks he’s being treated like glass he’ll get snappy towards people (he knows War and Twi don’t treat him ANY differently but years of teachers being like “why don’t we take a deep breath honey?” in a real condescending way have kinda just made him likely to lash out when people try to help him), but War is a good buddy for him during exams because they keep each other on track and well cared for. Apart from being friends throughout high school, they were roommates those first two years of college in the dorms before they got the apartment with Twi, so War is JUST as familiar with Sky’s epilepsy as Sky is with War’s anxiety attacks (which is the whole reason he has his cats, they were therapist recommended emotional support animals). They keep each other from getting too overwhelmed, and Sky is more likely to let War drag him away from studying to take a break and a lap around their block than he is Twi because Sky knows War most definitely needs the break too. These days they can get through exams with one anxiety attack from War and only a couple more seizures than normal from Sky

As for the others: Wind is the least bothered by exams (he’s in high school still), Four isn’t at their university technically, Wild gets so far past the point of stressed that it loops back around to being COMPLETELY calm and he sometimes needs reminders to even do his work at all, Legend wait till the last minute and then has 2-5 days where he just doesn’t leave his room because he has so many projects to wrap up, and Hyrule is in the same boat as Twi where he’s stressin’ but he’s making it out okay

NOW FOR BODY TYPE DIFFERENCES:

Time is the BIGGEST difference. In LU i hc him to be roughly 5’10 and 170lbs, a fairly big and muscular guy, but my modern au he’s 5’10 (just barely) and around 135lbs. He’s got a few chronic health issues that make it a bit harder for him to gain and keep weight, but he’s by no means weak and he’s within a healthy weight range. Malon is the one lifting and carrying shit around the ranch more often than not (with Twilight helping as well whenever he’s over), and Time can still help her carry heavier things but Malon IS stronger than him and more often than not its HER helping HIM, so he focuses more on feeding and caring for the animals

Twilight is 5’10 (closer to 5’11) and around 180lbs. He lives in the city now because he’s moved in with Sky and War to be closer to his college, but even though he’s not doing ranch work he still works out a good few times a week. He doesn’t have clearly defined muscle like i hc LU Twi would, he’s got a bit more body fat on him, but he’s very fit and he’s the friend people call to help them move shit

Warriors probably has the most similar body type to his LU counterpart (and that fact is literally the reason this whole au came about because that man has a dancer’s build and well. here we are aldkdkd), though he too is a little taller. Theres a running joke that he can’t admit he’s not taller than Twilight, which started from the fact that freshman year of high school, he WAS taller than Twilight. It’s painfully obvious now, because even with War at 5’8, Twilight is almost 3 inches taller than his ass, but Warriors has never said out loud Twilight is taller so theres a whole joke about him still being in denial. Like my hc for him in LU, modern au War has incredibly low body fat, he is mostly muscle and bone. His weight is usually around 120-125lbs and he spends nearly every waking moment basically working out. On week days he wakes up, has a protein shake, hits the skating rink for two hours, eats more for a real breakfast at 8 on his way to class, spends most of his day dancing and takes breaks for snacks and lunch, has dinner, goes to dance rehearsal, has another snack, and then goes to bed and does it all again. Even on weekends he spends like 8 hours dancing and skating, he’s CONSTANTLY moving and running around (he really needs to take a break, one of these days Sky is going to tape him to the couch)

speaking of, Sky is around 5’5 and 140lbs, his epilepsy meds mess with his weight which made him really upset when he first started taking his current medication, and he’s significantly less muscular than his LU counterpart. He runs sometimes (when Twi bullies him to), and he does love going on walks, but his version of working out is NOT hitting the gym. He goes for strolls with his gf in the park and they have a very lovely time

Hyrule is 5’4 (a bit taller than i hc him to be in LU) and around 115lbs with a small but solid frame, he spends his days running around looking for rocks and hiking. People who don’t know him or what he does in his free time are genuinely shocked when they discover he has a decent amount of muscle because he spends so much time climbing things (both trees and also the climbing wall in the gym)

Legend is 5’2 bless his heart and around the same size as Hyrule, which would be nice if they had the same clothing style because then they could share but they most certainly do Not. He has a lot of issues with chronic pain so he’s not someone who can always get up and work out or even just walk around easily, so he is usually asking Twi to come down a floor and help him move the new trinket shelf he’s bought

Wild is significantly less muscular than i hc him to be in LU, and also a bit taller (5’4). He can’t work out super easily because of his hip and he lost a lot of muscle when he had to quit skating, and he now weighs around the same as War (Which makes War’s ability to lift him when they mess around skating on Wild’s good days really impressive because War does not look like he’d be able to lift 120 so easily but he sure can)

Four is 4’11 and a liar, because you will never hear him say he’s anything other than 5’1. The others know he’s not but they let him have it because he’s the shortest so it’s not like he’s lying to be taller than someone else aldkdkkd 😭 he’s around 110 lbs and has a decent amount of muscle in his arms from being a blacksmith’s apprentice. he doesn’t really work out much, he’ll mess around and play games with Wind that require running but that’s about it

Wind is pretty similar to how I hc him in LU, (though he’s an inch taller at 5’3). He isn’t done growing and he’s a bit thin for his height currently (at around 100lbs) because he hit a growth spurt and hasn’t had the time to adjust to suddenly being taller. He’s INCREDIBLY active, he plays soccer, he begs War to take him skating and play ice hockey with him, he will go on runs with Ayrll, he LOVES going fast and just moving around CONSTANTLY. He won’t get too much taller (he’ll stop at 5’5) and he’ll grow into his height in the next few years

[nicorobinmywife]

omfl your work is so good. some of my fave fics so far. would you write something like sanji having a strong bf? like, reader doing pushups while sanji sits on his back reading recipe books. anyways, tyy, have a good day.

thank u so much for liking my work 😭😭, i always wanted to write Sanji x strong bf and this request motivated me.

Sanji and his strong BF |Male Reader.

Sanji absolutely loves how strong you are, having a strong boyfriend who is able to protect him is like a blessing that fell from the sky to him.

he feels so safe when you carry him in your arms, or over your broad shoulders, even when your hand travels around his small waist to keep him close to you.

sometimes he pretends to fall on purpose hoping you'll catch him, and you do, just to make him happy.

Sanji gets so turned on when he sees you shirtless and sweaty after a long training session, fighting the urge to worship every part of your body.

you and zoro became training buddies, just like him, you like to do exercises to keep your body in shape, let's say the idea didn't please your boyfriend very much, Sanji will make sure to keep an eye on the swordsman and make sure he doesn't try to steal you from him.

- only 12,000 push-ups, Zoro? looks like someone has been rusty. - you can hear a grunt from the swordsman beside you, he's probably mentally cursing you, thinking that by dating Sanji you adopted some of his traits, including the habit of teasing him.

- I doubt you can handle doing 50,000 push-ups like me. - doing push-ups on his finger alone, a smirk forms on the swordsman's lips and he raises an eyebrow as he looks at you, and of course you're not going to turn down this challenge, thinking how proud Sanji would be of you as he makes fun of the defeated swordsman.

without saying anything, you accepted the challenge and stayed in the same position as Zoro, doing push-ups just resting your finger on the ground and the other arm behind your back.

it was being easy for you, and apparently the pirate hunter wasn't going to give up so easily either, you felt an extra weight on your back and saw Sanji sitting on top of you.

- "y/n-saaaan, my strong, sweet and beautiful boyfriend!" - Sanji spoke slyly with his signature heart-eyes. - "do you mind if i sit here while i read my cookbook, my darling? I don't know what to prepare for dinner today, maybe if I stay close to you it will give me some inspiration, huh?"

Sanji knew very well that he was lying, this was just an excuse for him to stay close to you and protect his territory against the green haired swordsman at your side.

- of course, Sanji-kun, you know i love it when you sit on top of me. - the cook's face blushes slightly at his answer, you could even see a little blood running down his nose, he still doesn't know how to deal with you teasing him like that.

and that's how you spent the next half hour, doing push-ups with your boyfriend sitting on your back, not only defending his territory but also showering you with praise for being so strong.

unfortunately Zoro ended up beating you, it was a big ego boost for him beating the curly-brow cook's boyfriend, after the swordsman left feeling victorious, Sanji hugged you, wrapping his long legs around your waist, and burying his face in the side of your neck, even though you were all sweaty, he didn't mind inhaling your scent, going into ecstasy with your perfume invading his nostrils.

- don't worry, my love, i'm sure next time you'll beat that moss-head idiot. - he whispers in your ear trying to make you feel better, you weren't sad, after all it was just healthy competition between friends

- it's okay, Sanji-kun, i'm going to bathe now. - you got up off the floor and placed the cook on top of your broad shoulders, making him gasp at the sudden movement. - and of course, i'll take my needy boyfriend with me, what do you think, sweetheart?

- yes! yes! yes! I l-love it when we bathe together, my dear! I can't wait to appreciate every part of your strong and pretty body! - Sanji exclaims thirstily for you, with his face blushing and his mouth drooling just by imagining him relaxing in the warm water as your arms wrap around his body, keeping him safe and comfortable.

[klausinamarink]

Easy Promises

rating: T | cw: cancer, mentioned child abuse | tags: pre-relationship, Steve has good parents, childhood friends, reunion, Theodore is Eddie’s full name agenda | wc: 956

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 14: Angst with happy ending

When Steve was eleven, he was told that he was going to die. Naturally, he burst into tears. His mother immediately pulled him to her chest, shushing him gently while his father yelled at their doctor.

“He’s just a child!”

“It’s important for your son to know that leukemia isn’t possible to survive-”

“Bullshit!”

Steve cried harder in his mother’s arms, even after they left the office.

Back home, his mother knelt down, looked Steve in the eye, and said, “You are going to live, baby. You are still going to grow up to be a smart, healthy man. You will fight that cancer and live.”

It was easy to make a promise. It was harder to follow through it.

After the urgent move to Indianapolis, Steve’s days fell into a blur of check-ups, medicine, throwing up, and exhaustion. He spent more days at the hospital than at his new school. He wasn’t sure which place was worse. The clinical words and smells with thin blankets and more sick children like him or the classrooms where apologetic teachers gave him too many lavish gifts while the other kids avoided him.

But there was one boy who declared himself as Steve’s buddy. Steve thought he would hate Theodore Munson, but he didn’t. Theodore (“Just Teddy! My full name makes me feel like I’m Roosevelt.”) never stared at Steve or asked about his leukemia or poked at his thin arms. Instead, Teddy always asked how his day went and listened to every word, even if it was a foggy repetition of hospital visits. If Steve said he was tired, Teddy never announced it to their teachers and just silently offered some cookies or juice under their desks. During recess and lunch, Teddy sat next to him and spoke excitedly about the new comics or movies Steve never had the chance to check himself.

It was always nice listening to Teddy talk. Way better than a doctor reading his statistics aloud like it was an eulogy.

When the chemotherapy inevitably snuck into his schedule, Steve cried and begged everyone to keep his hair. He was already The Kid With Cancer. He didn’t want his hair shaved off.

Nobody listened to him.

A couple days later, Steve wore a Reds cap. He refused to wear the knitted wool hat his Nana had made for him like he was five again. That would just push his classmates into bullying him for real.

He came to school late, not wanting to join the student crowd. He stopped when he saw Teddy sitting on the steps, his shaven head in his arms.

For a second, Steve thought that Teddy somehow knew and wanted to shave his hair in solidarity. And then Teddy looked up and he saw a nasty black eye. They stared at each other for a long time until both of their eyes welled up in tears.

“Your hair’s gone.” Teddy said wetly after they ran into each other for a hug.

“So ‘s yours.” Steve sniffs, daring himself to pat the buzzed scalp.

“My dad got mad last night.”

Teddy told him about his dad enough that his muffled words made Steve tighten his grip. “At least you’re not dying.”

Teddy barked out a wet laugh, “Just don’t leave me first.”

It was an easy promise to accept. Except it was already broken when Teddy never showed at school the next day. And then Steve was alone again.

—

I’m in remission. I still have a future. I’m going to live. Steve repeated that mantra to himself in his car, staring from afar at the ominous entrance of Hawkins High.

It had been a good year and a half since the doctors finally gave the good news. Steve was always a crier, but he’d only stared up at the ceiling in silent disbelief while his parents wept joyfully. The news never really hit him until two months later, when he touched an inch of new hair in the bathroom, and then sobbed and thanked God for letting him live.

Even if that little what if it comes back lingered in the back of his mind.

Now, he was thrown back to Hawkins, which included starting his sophomore year in person.

But old habits still stayed. Steve kept seated in his car and watched the other students walk inside while they laughed with healthy smiles. Even after the bell rang, he stayed. After a good five minutes, Steve’s courage returned and he stepped out.

He only took three steps when a van suddenly appeared, scaring the shit out of him with a blaring honk. Steve jumped back and flipped the driver off. “Watch it, asshole!” He stomped away, his mood broken further by the van’s door opening. Great, now he’s gonna be in a shouting match in front of the school-

“Steve?”

He froze. Turned around slowly.

Teddy, all dressed in some dark clothes with long hair. Teddy, who stared back at him with wide eyes. Teddy, Teddy, Teddy-

Steve wasn’t sure who ran towards the other first, but it was Steve who hugged the tightest and cried first.

“Holy shit,” Teddy laughed wetly in his ear, “Your hair-” He leaned away so his hands were placed on both sides of Steve’s head. They felt warm and oddly right. “You look so much healthier…”

Steve just smiled, a little blush in his cheeks as he said, “I got better.” He watched as the realization dropped on Teddy in real time. Then he was pulled into a more tighter and fiercer hug, already feeling a wet patch on his shoulder.

There were definitely lots of things they needed to catch up on. But Steve’s more contempt in sharing his warmth with his friend.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi I’ve just recently found your blog am I can say I’m.obsessed. I’m absolutely love imagining the close bond between a trainer and their Pokémon!

With that in mind I’d love to request a piece with a elderly garchomp who lost part of its arm fin and spike,old bones with stiff joints,cracked skin,old scars littering it’s body.it’s most prominent scar is right across his eye,now a milky white.

Garchomp was readers gramps,who used to be champion in alola,but due to the whole ultra beast fiasco it’s done a real number on his old boy.So he sent his buddy to his granddaughter in the sunny,warm region of Paldea to live out his golden years.

How would arven,penny amd Nemona react to this battle hardened but gentle old man dragon?

Aww yeah! I also love the concept of elderly pokemon. I remember seeing one of the poketoon episodes with a champion's charizard who was kinda in his elder years and I think it's neat they touched on that

I'll just do these as hcs! (and also I think it'd be cool if peepaw garchomp wore a necklace with a dragonium z crystal encased in it as a momento of his achievements)

........

Arven

When you first introduced your gramps' Garchomp to Arven...he was quite startled seeing how old and battle-scarred he looked.

However, you didn't seem all that concerned and calmly explained that this one used to belong to a family member who was an Alolan Champion.

Though after the invasion of the Ultra Beasts and everything else that happened, your gramps decided his Garchomp was due for a much-needed retirement. So he sent him over to you in Paldea, knowing you'll take good care of his ace.

Plus, Gar's known you since he was a little Gible, so he 100% trusted you.

Despite all he's been through, barely a mean bone in his body remains. He's just a gentle old soul who'd much rather relax in the sun and get nice baths. He knows his worst days are behind him.

Unsurprisingly, Casseroya Lake became his favorite spot, so you and Arven have a lot of picnics there. The dragons usually mind their business, although Gar's quite popular with the local Dreepy population, who flock to him like children.

But because Garchomps at this stage in their lives have a tough time walking and lose their ability to fly, you'll have to assist him with getting around places.

However he's very stubborn about going back into his pokeball.

Thanks to Arven adding herba mystica to his meals, he still retains a good deal of strength. And while it can't reverse the effects of aging, you reassure him that he doesn't have to use up his entire supply to keep Garchomp healthy.

Tbh your friend's gonna get a little sappy seeing you take care of this sweet elderly dragon, hoping that he'll grow old with Mabosstiff still by his side.

Penny

It never really hit her that Pokémon can just...grow old like humans do, until she met your gramps' Garchomp.

And the first question that comes out of her mouth is: "So is he like...a hundred years old or something?"

Obviously Gar's unamused, but forgives her anyways with a nuzzle.

Lowkey he scares her, even though you reassure her over and over he's as sweet as a Slurpuff.

Her eeveelution team, much to her shock, warm up to him fast. Especially Sylveon, who snuggles with him and helps you aid him with walking and whatnot.

Flareon also helps keep him cozy since his cracked skin makes him more vulnerable to the cold.

Despite all of this, it still takes a while for Penny to warm up to him and pet him.

The whole eevee team had to band together and literally nudge her over to him

Once she does, you teasingly praise her for overcoming her "Garchomphobia", which flusters her enough to send you a glare.

Meanwhile, ol' Garchomp's chuckling in the background, very happy you found some good friends here.

Nemona

You knew she was gonna flip out (with excitement) as soon as you let it slip that your grandpa, an Alolan Champion, had handed his Garchomp over to you.

She's seen the tournaments when she was younger..and is lowkey jealous you're related to somebody so famous.

But you made it very, very clear that this dragon is in retirement and is done with battling. For good.

He wasn't transferred to you to fight more Pokémon, but to enjoy his golden years.

Despite this, Nemona still got overexcited upon seeing him, examining the z-crystal encased in his necklace with stars in her eyes.

"This allowed you to use Devastating Drake, right???"

Ofc, still being a little bit of a showoff, Garchomp managed to mimic the z-move pose his trainer once used, much to her delight-

Then one of his joints popped and he had to stop before he was in too much pain.

She's infinitely apologetic about it, even though he doesn't mind.

[queenofallimagines]

Hi! This is literally my first time requesting anything ( I couldn’t see if your requests were closed or not but if they are please ignore this), but I would like to request daisuga x first year (black) reader please? :)

Also, I love your blog! It’s so hard to find people who make hcs for black people so when I found you I was sooo excited :) love you, and have a great day!

This has so much flavor anon ily🥹

Daisuga:

- this is the funniest relationship ever congratulations

- Bc not only are you dating two third years daichi is constantly tired of you and suga’s shenanigans

- Suga can run w the best of em I fear so daichi is left in the dark when y’all start acting goofy 😭

- “No bc I’m not about to let her shenan😒”

- “???? What?”

- “Daichi keep up🙄🙄Bc if you let ‘em shenan once best believe they gon shenanigan!”

- He’s stressed!!

- Suga is just as chaotic as noya and hinata so he can be the mom friend but in more of a wine aunt “get they ass!!” Type way

- And he’s very “if you do it imma do it too” so god help whoever starts shit w you be he’s got your follow up💀

- Daichi making sure you do your homework

- Constantly pestering you to sleep and heat healthy too

- Likes bringing you to vollyball practice buuuut highkey lowkey you a distraction

- Noya and Tanaka asking you how you managed to pull them both and also you’re just really chill to hang with

- Hinata and kageyama have huge little sibling energy even tho your in the same year

- Putting tsukishima in his place Lmaoo

- Y’all gossip buddies sorry don’t make the rules he’s the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to be meaner

- “Drag them👀”

- Plus you’re besties w asahi by proxy so you get along w the whole team

- Sticking up for asahi to stress out daichi more>>>

- “Leave that little guy alone!!”

- “LITTLE HES LIKE 6”2????”

- Sleeping over at sugas house and cuddling is like the best past time activity

- he has a bonnet you left there that he keeps when you come over

- we will NOT let you put in on yourself he will put in in you like a crown lmao

- daichi gets jealous bc he insists on doing it every time you guys sleep together

- will oil and braid your hair up for bed

- I feel like daichi is really good at helping with your hair

-if you get either of them a durag as a joke they will wear them seriously and not take them off

- Along with working out!

- Daichi will definitely not let you ogle him and suga as they workout so you’re gunna be sweating too

- Which suga will definitely pull a “let me help you get in the right position” to feel you up

- He’s definitely shameless about how attracted he is to you like he’s NOT ashamed to show that he’s with two hot people

- Daichi is more reserved to where PDA is just holding hands, head pats and cheek kisses

- Really makes it look like you guys are just really good friends but will say your his partner without hesitation

- Suga is going around parading how hot his two partners are and how he’s the luckiest guy in the world

- Planning your wedding as we speak tbh

- Daichi was trying to bite his tongue when two classmates were making jokes about how he’s a third wheel and suga and you will ditch him and start dating

- Like at first he was like lmao you have no idea

- But they’re were really trying to make him insecure

- To which he goes

- “ACTUALLY both of my partners make sure to spare equal amounts of their time with me”

- Like he will subtly flex his relationship if people want to act up

- Suga will show up to your classroom to collect you for lunch lmao

- Everyone is all shook bc this super pretty third year shows up and he’s the volleyball teams setter?

- And he’s like “I’m here to get you so we can eat lunch together💕”

- Lmao he will embarrass you by being so sweet

- Asahi praying for you tbh bc you have to put up w both of them at once

- Also hope you don’t have any classes w tsuki bc he will “go as your boyfriends” YOU TO DEATH!!

- “Hey kei can I borrow a pencil?”

- “You can’t go ask your boyfriends if they have one??”

[dorkydegeneracy]

I have an idea that I would like to run by Tim as a potential buddie episode for season 8. . . .

So, Buck notices at work that Eddie has been getting real buff lately and building tons of muscle. At first, Buck thinks nothing of it and simply believes that Eddie has been hitting the weights big time to keep from being at home in his now empty house.

But one day after work, while both of them are changing into their civies, Buck notices a pair of gloves (or tape for his hands, whatever thing would be recognizable as fighting equipment) in Eddie's duffel and confronts him about it instantly.

Buck: Eddie, I can't let you do this to yourself again. I will not let you fall into this trap of violence. You know you can't do these illegal fights!

Eddie: That's not what this is. I'm doing fine, it's all good.

Buck: EDDIE, THIS IS NOT OKAY!!!

Eddie: Buck listen, these are here because once you let me leave I am going to a gym where I spar for an hour. Then I will go home, eat dinner, send Chris a good night message and go to bed. I talked with Frank about it and he said that it would be a healthy habit to build.

Buck: You want me to believe that Edmundo Diaz is paying for a gym membership to do Muay Tai?

Eddie: Now that I no longer live with my prepubescent teenage son, I have some extra cash floating around. And Frank convinced me that it would be a worthwhile investment. Let me prove it to you. Come with me tonight, or Tuesday after shift. I'll show you around and you'll save me from asking Jim to be my sparring partner again. You can even ask the staff and other people at the gym, I see them twice a week. They'll back me up.

So Buck takes Eddie up on the offer and goes with Eddie to the Gym, where they spar and ✨sparks fly✨. They have a good time together because it's Buck and Eddie, and Buck invites Eddie to his place for dinner after. When they open the door they find Tommy who has seemingly been waiting for Buck for a while at the kitchen island.

Tommy: Evan, I have been so worried about you! We were supposed to do dinner at Maggie's at 6:00. I called you over and over and you didn't pick up. Where have you been?

Buck: Shit Tommy, I completely forgot! (Of course he did!). I saw sparing equipment in Eddie's duffel and I thought that he was in a bad way, so I went with him to spar tonight to make sure he wasn't being stupid.

Tommy: You mean to tell me that you let him teach you Muay Tai?

Eddie: Look man, it is nothing like that. Buck was just looking out for me.

Buck: Tommy, I am so sorry that I forgot about our date. I promise I will make it up to you.

Tommy: You sparred. With him?

Buck: Yeah.

Tommy: You will never make it up to me Evan.

Which spells the end of the line for BuckxTommy. Tommy leaves. Eddie turns and gets ready to go, but Buck begs him to stay for dinner as he promised Eddie he would cook.

Eddie: I think you should be a little more concerned about promises to your boyfriend. I don't wanna be in the way.

Eddie stays, they have dinner, drink a few brewskis, and finally get to talking about Chris.

Afterwards Eddie has a convo with Hen or Maddie about what happened which puts things into perspective. He then talks to Frank about it and Frank breaks the glass on his sexual identity.

Cut to black.

Tim the story is all yours. But don't forget to send me my check in the mail when the episode airs. I'm only asking for 5%.

[mult1f1cs]

Sick Days part 1

Pairings: Aaron Hotchnerx Non!BAUFem reader Warnings: Fluff Word count: 2314

(Your p.o.v)

     I was laying on the couch in my house. My son Jack and my daughter Evelyn were cuddled up next to me. My husband Aaron has been out of town on a case for almost 2 weeks. The second day he was gone Jack and Evelyn got sick at daycare. I ended up getting sick while caring for them obviously. Right now we were watching a Disney movie and the air conditioner was on full blast to try and keep us all cool. We had just had some chicken soup for lunch and the kids were shifting between sleep and not sleeping. I had gotten a text from Aaron that said he would be home later this evening and I was glad about that because as much as I love Jack and Evelyn it’s hard to take care of two sick kids alone especially with Evelyn only being three. I heard Evelyn start to cry and I rub her back while I turn to look at her, “Hey princess what’s wrong?” She looks up at me and says, “I yucky mama. My voice owie.” I kiss the top of her head knowing she means her throat hurts, “I know princess. Want brother to get your sippy cup?” She nods and I look at Jack, “Hey buddy can you grab sissy’s cup real quick.” He nods and gets up slowly walking over to the pile of blankets on the floor grabbing Evelyn’s sippy cup and his water bottle. Both of their bottles had a mixture of juice and medicine. Evelyn smiles at Jack a little when he hands her the sippy cup and she says, “Tank you Jack.” He smiles at her and rubs her cheek, “You’re welcome Evie.” I sat up slowly as I went into a coughing fit and I gently moved Evelyn from my lap to the couch. I got up and Jack said, “Where are you going mama?” I look at him and ruffle his hair a little, “The bathroom and then to refill my water bottle. Keep an eye on Evie for me.” He nods and I smile as I walk out of the room. 

     When I walked back out to the living room after refilling my water bottle I saw Evie and Jack cuddled up on the couch asleep. I smiled and slowly climbed onto the couch next to them laying down with them cuddling them close as I started to fall asleep. I heard my phone go off before I fell asleep completely and I reached over to the coffee table picking it up. I saw a text from Aaron saying that they were getting on the plane to come home. I texted back telling him I hoped the flight went well and I love him. I put my phone back down then turned back around and closed my eyes slowly falling asleep. 

(Aaron’s p.o.v)

     The team had just landed back in Virginia and I was the first to stand up and grab my bag. I heard Derek chuckle and say, “You excited for paperwork bossman.” I look at him, “Actually I’m going straight home. I’ve got two sick kids and a sick wife waiting for me. Everyone take the weekend off.” They all smiled at me and as soon as the plane doors opened I got out and walked over to one of the black SUV’s. I got in and threw my bag in the passenger seat then started my drive home. When I got home I walked inside, shutting the door as quietly behind me as I could just in case they were asleep. I heard the sound of the tv from the living room but no other noises. I walked to the living room after taking my shoes and coat off. I saw all three of my people passed out on the couch in a cuddle pile. I slowly walked over and knelt down by the couch brushing some hair out of Y/N’s face making her stir a little. She woke up and turned and looked at me smiling a little, “Hey baby how was the case?” I smile and kiss her forehead, “It wasn’t too bad, just long. I heard you had a harder time than I did though.” She chuckled a little, “It was rough, but not too bad Jack was being a good help with Evie.” I smile at her, “Yeah he’s a good helper. How much sleep have you gotten the past two weeks?” She just shrugged, “Eh not enough, but making sure our kiddos are safe and healthy is worth the sleepless nights.” I smile and kiss her cheek, “I’m gonna go change real quick then I will come back and watch over the kids while you go and get some rest in our comfy bed.” She nods at me and I stand up and make my way to our room changing into an old t-shirt and some sweatpants. I walk back into the living room and help Y/N up off the couch, “Go get some sleep my love.” She nods and kisses my cheek then walks towards our room. 

     I walk around cleaning up some of the trash and dirty dishes from the coffee table quickly bringing them to the kitchen. I ran back out to the living room when I heard Evelyn crying. I walked over to the couch and saw her crying even though she was still basically asleep. I gently picked her up and grabbed her sippy cup walking over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room. I sat down and held her against my chest as I rocked back and forth slowly. Her eyes slowly opened as she coughed a little. A smile spread on her face when she looked at me and she said, “Dada I miss you. I yucky.” I kissed her forehead and said, “I know princess mama told me how yucky you felt. I missed you too princess. I wish I could have come home sooner.” I pat her back gently as she goes into a coughing fit. She whines after the fit and I kiss her forehead, “Is your throat hurting princess?” She nods slowly and I hand her her sippy cup. She slowly drank from it, her eyes closing again. I start to quietly hum to her as she falls asleep, her little snores filling the air due to how congested she is. 

     I look over at Jack on the couch and see him rubbing his eyes as he sits up. He looks over at me and smiles widely, “Hi dada.”  I smiled, “Hey buddy how are you feeling?” He stood up and walked over to me, “I’m feeling a little better. Can you help me get some more juice?” I nod and slowly stand up keeping my hand on Evie’s back as I walk to the kitchen with Jack in tow. He hands me his water bottle and I put some juice in it and a little bit of medicine, shaking it up for him. He smiles when I hand it back to him, “Thanks dada I’m gonna go try and sleep in my bed.” I nod and lean down kissing the top of his head, “Okay buddy just call if you need anything.” He nods and walks off to his room. I walk back to the living room sitting back in the rocking chair. I rocked back and forth to keep Evie asleep. 

(Your p.o.v)

     I slept for a few hours and woke up due to my parched throat. I grabbed my water bottle from the bedside table and walked out to the kitchen. I smiled to myself as I passed the living room and saw Aaron asleep in the rocking chair with Evie on his chest. I go and fill up my water bottle then walk out to the living room gently shaking him awake. He looks at me as he rubs a hand over his face, “Huh what’s up my love?” I smile at him, “Let’s get you to bed.” He looks down at Evie, “But what about her I don’t want to leave her alone?” I chuckle a little, “I moved her crib into our room the day she got sick so if she needs anything we will both be close by.” He nods and slowly stands up. I grab Evie’s sippy cup and we walk to our room. When we get there Aaron gently places Evie in her crib kissing her forehead. I smile and kiss her forehead then me and him get into bed. He pulls me close to him and I rest my head on his chest. He kisses the top of my head, “I wish I could have gotten home sooner.” I smiled at him, “I know, but I had it handled here and the people you helped needed you more.” He nods and I yawn a little, closing my eyes as I say, “I love you Aaron.” I smile as he says, “I love you too my love.” I fall asleep with a smile on my face in the arms of the man I love. 

     I woke up about two hours later to the sounds of cry’s filling the room. I slowly get up and walk over to Evie’s crib seeing her stand up. I picked her up immediately feeling her full diaper. I rub her back gently as I carry her over to the changing table, changing her diaper quickly. When I pick her up off the table she looks at me and says, “Mama milk?” I smile at her, “You want some princess?” She nods, “Yes pwease.” I smile and walk over to the crib grabbing her sippy cup before I walk out to the kitchen. I hold her on my hip as I rinse out the juice from her sippy cup. I put the cup on the counter then open the fridge, grabbing the milk. As I pour it I say, “So are you feeling any better princess?” Evie has had it the worst out of all three of us and I think it because she’s so young. She rests her head on my shoulder holding her fingers up as they are almost touching, “Dis much.” I look at her fingers as I put the milk back. “Only that much.” She nods and I make a mental note to make a doctor's appointment for tomorrow. I screw the lid onto her cup and hand it to her, “Okay back to bed.” She shakes her head, “No mama not eepy.” I nod, “Okay what do you want to do?” She looks at me, “Watch Doc.” I nod at her smiling as Doc means Doc McStuffins and that’s her favorite cartoon. I kiss her forehead, “Okay mama’s just gonna go grab her phone and water bottle so we have to be quiet so we don’t wake dada.”

     She nods as I walk to the bedroom grabbing my phone and water bottle from the bedside table as I look at the time and see it’s 4am. I walk out to the living room again and put Doc on the tv turning it down a little so it’s not too loud. I lay back on the bed couch situating Evie so she’s laying on my chest while she watches and sucks her sippy. As she watches I pull up the app for our doctors on my phone scheduling an appointment for Evie at noon tomorrow. I heard Jack’s door open in the hallway and his little footsteps walking towards the living room. I smiled at him when he walked in until I saw he looked like he was about to cry, “Hey buddy what’s wrong?” He pouted at me as tears fell down his face, “I had an accident mama.” I slowly sat up putting Evie carefully back down on the couch making sure she was in a safe position before I walked over to Jack wiping his tears, “Oh that’s okay buddy that happens sometimes when you're sick. Let’s get you cleaned up then you can sit with Evie while I change your bed.” He nods and I lead him to the bathroom. I start a bath helping him take off his wet clothes, putting them in the hamper. I hear footsteps coming down the hall and look up seeing Aaron stopped in the doorway, “Hey baby.” He smiles and walks over, “What’s going on here?” I look at him then Jack, “Jack had a little accident I’m helping him get cleaned up. Can you change his sheets?” He nods, “Yeah of course. Where’s Evie though?” Jack smiles and says, “She’s on the couch watching Doc. Mama said I can watch too after I get clean.” Aaron smiled at him and nodded as he walked out of the room and I helped Jack into the bathtub, “You can wash your body yourself right buddy?” He nods, “Yep mama.” I smile and kiss the top of his head, “Okay I’ll go get you some new clothes. Do you want long or short pajamas?” He thinks for a second, “Short mama.” I nod and walk to his room going to his dresser and pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt and some undies before I walk back to the bathroom. When I get there Aaron is helping him dry off with a towel. I smile and hand Aaron the clothes so he can help him dress while I go check on Evie who is now sat up on the couch as she watches the show instead of laying down. I go and get a cup with a lid and put some milk in it for Jack mixing in a little bit of sugar because he doesn’t like the taste of regular milk by itself but he loves milk.