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overthinkingtaleblr · 1 year ago

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Hey. Having a bad week day right now and your blog is a huge comfort. Can I request some fluffy headcanons for PIE?

Of course! I'm a couple days late because I was swamped with work when the ask came in, but this has been living rent-free in my head for the past 24 hours. PIE has SO MUCH potential for headcanons, it would be amiss to not to touch on the softer side of things! I like to think that PIE was a turn for the better in all of their lives, and I do want to see them happy in spite of my open adoration of dramatics.

Time to let them be happy 🥺 I may have gotten carried away. Everything is under the cut! There are a LOT of words and I don’t expect everyone to read it all at once, it’s okay if it’s too much/you need to stop and come back to it later ^^;

Fluffy PIE Headcanons For The Soul (and Anon <3)

Personal Fluff

Colon actually didn’t believe in ghosts before his first mission with PIE. He just thought Ghost was interesting, and wanted to see what the job of a “paranormal investigator” entailed. He was already a bit of a hobbyist, reading some books about them for fun instead of thinking it was real. Since being introduced, he’s dived headfirst into exploring the paranormal and some types of magic. He feels like a whole new world has been opened up to him.

Colon loves the idea of being a parent some day and has done quite a bit of research to learn how to be properly responsible of children. He was considering being a teacher when he first entered college, but he preferred studying forensics to teaching it.

Because Colon is the only one of the team who has never met any of the other members of the team until adulthood, they don’t know anything about his family. Sometimes he just makes things up because he genuinely thinks they’re making things up with how crazy their families sound. They take him at face value.

Though he’s doing way better now that he’s older, Colon had some notable health issues while growing up, and is no stranger to hospitals and medical procedures. Taking care of his own health and taking note of his symptoms and what caused them has made him very good at giving advice when others are feeling sick, meaning he’s very on-top of making sure everyone is taking care of themselves (if they come to him first, he’s not here to pry). Especially Ghost.

Colon has a kind of beautiful and deep singing voice… but he only ever sings show tunes since he did a lot of theater growing up.

Ghost is usually very prickly, but gets more friendly to social and physical interactions when tired. This usually means he actually ends up more touch-friendly during all-night missions.

Growing up, Ghost’s dads taught him to sew and repair his own clothes when he was in middle school. Meaning in middle school and early high school, he had a variety of fun and interesting patches on his clothes.

Part of the reason why Ghost is so annoyed about being confused for the Ghostbusters is that he really feels like they “ruined” public perception of paranormal investigators in general. Despite his irritable nature, he’s aware that there is more to his job than deleting ghosts from existence and seeing every undead as a threat.

This is also why so much of the team’s tools and machines are home-constructed because he refuses to buy tools that the Ghostbusters sell or are associated with and they are kind of an industry giant. Also they were given some training by his dad but he likes to ignore that.

Ghost actually can read, he’s just super dyslexic and he’s basically decided he doesn’t even want to try if he’s going to be such an annoying struggle.

Spooker has a massive collection of stuffed animals that he treats with incredible love and care.

Spooker is actually allergic to cats, but loves cats and cat-themed things. He is willing to cuddle with a kitty if it means he has to suffer itchy eyes and sneezing. Won’t stop him from complaining about the consequences, though.

Technically out of the whole team, Spooker is both the least and most qualified member of the team. Part of the qualifications for the job is a degree in something that matches the field/industry, and Spooker doesn’t have that… what he DOES have is first-hand experience with the paranormal since BIRTH. He thinks that this is the funniest thing.

Spooker has everyone’s coffee/not coffee orders memorized and sometimes buys for the team on days where he feels he can take the detour.

Whatever the opposite of a green thumb is, Spooker has been cursed for it. He has killed every plant that has passed through his hands unless it was somehow already dead. He’s gotten into flower pressing to make up for it, and presses flowers that represent important dates to him.

After developing an interest in art in university, Toast actually learned how to sketch borderline photorealism, and has tons and tons of doodles in his writings. Buildings they explored on their journeys, sketches of the ghosts they encountered, and a Lot of beautiful but haunting pictures of Mary… and Ghost.

Toast keeps a planner with important dates circled and underlined, including the date everyone joined the team, everyone’s birthdays, and other important dates that may need celebration or revisiting.

In the PIE HQ, there’s a random tape of the Great British Bake-off mixed among all the other work VHS tapes by an old office TV. No one’s noticed it yet, but if they were to put it on, they’d see a college-age Johnny Toast featuring as one of the bakers in the episode. He looks so squishy.

Despite his job, Toast actually hates really scary horror movies and finds them to be a little too much. He can take supernatural-based movies since they feel so unrealistic to him, but the blood and gore in a lot of them is too much. Also, a lot of possession movies make him uncomfortable because he’s had to live through having someone he loves being possessed, and he doesn’t like how much it’s treated like the end-all be-all with few options.

Toast has a habit of feeding local stray animals, but doesn’t know all the local fauna and was feeding opossums for a long while thinking they were some kind of cat or bald rat or something, he didn’t want to ask.

Relationship Fluff

In order of who met first:

Johnny Ghost and Fred Soup

Surprisingly in first, Spooker first met Johnny Ghost when he was Gregory Casket. Spooker’s dad had several positive encounters with Timothy Casket and Johnny Ghost Senior, allowing for the two kids to have semi-frequent playdates. Ghost doesn’t remember this at all, but Spooker’s known since after the puppet arc. Spooker considers Ghost his oldest friend before of this.

Always the commanding kid, Gregory/Ghost actually came up with the nickname Spooker, it just stuck. Fred stopped going by the nickname around high school, but chose to take it up again because it just seemed to fit the paranormal investigating job.

Ghost has one-sided beef with Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza because of his time as a McDonalds manager in a city where everyone preferred pizza. Unknown to Spooker, this is most of the reason why Ghost was so annoyed during Spooker’s first mission. Ghost did Not want to be there and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Around when Chris first getting used to the team’s dynamic, he told Ghost that he’s far too critical to Spooker, so for about a week, Ghost tried holding himself back and being “nicer”. Spooker quickly caught on and told him that her liked that Ghost was honest and serious with him— even if it was kind of mean. He felt it meant that Ghost would always be honest with him and didn’t see him as someone who needed to be coddled.

Ghost was pretty openly mean about Spooker’s stuffed animals when he first joined the team, but got pretty used to them after awhile and will offer to repair them when one gets ripped or damaged so Spooker doesn’t get upset.

For his fifth anniversary with the team, Ghost made a big deal about not wanting to get anything for Spooker, only to present him with a hand-sewn stuffed animal with the PIE symbol on its little arms and back. Spooker cried.

Ghost tried to make him stop by saying that it was only made from scraps that Ghost had lying around from repairing the team’s stuff. Spooker cried harder.

He named the stuffed animal Tart and lets Woah sleep with it when she needs something to hold at night.

Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast

Toast was actually seen as the problem child out of the two of them when they first met. Ghost was still kind of shell-shocked and processing his PSTD, and Toast was lashing out at anything because the sudden change in his lift was stressing him out. The two were sometimes paired together by the school’s faculty because they were hoping Ghost’s easy-to-startle nature would make Toast settle down. Instead, Ghost got more hectic as he worked through his problems, and Toast barely mellowed out as he adjusted to life in the States.

Ghost was the first person to really be there for Toast after what happened to Mary. He was the only one who really had an idea of what Toast was going through, and tried his best to give Toast the comfort that he would have wanted when he was going through his own grief. It was more effort than Toast was hoping for and really helped him in ways he didn’t know he needed.

Toast tried to go no-contact with his family around when he graduated University, and maintained it up until the founding of PIE. He saw how much working several jobs for all hours just to keep the lights at PIE on was wearing out Ghost, and reached back out to his family for the money so Ghost wouldn’t have to work so hard.

For the longest time, Toast’s Home Screen on his phone was him and Ghost making a hand heart together… in front of an explosion. Ghost had a similar one as his Lock Screen, except his was over a swallowing abyss, and his Home Screen was all black. Ghost thought it was funny, but Toast thought it was adorable that they matched.

Though he’s very prim and proper with the team, Toast is actually pretty messy when at home. He can manage his own stuff, but he struggles at keeping a tidy space. To make up for this, Ghost regularly marks days on the calendar when they’ll spend the morning cleaning before they go to work, and take note of what specifically needs focus throughout the week.

When Johnny Toast first got into cosplay, he would go to stores to get the outfits and wigs or buy them cheap online and try to grin and bear the quality. Ghost couldn’t help with the wig aspect, but he’d sew incredibly complicated outfit designs for Toast under the guise that he wanted to prove that the quality of the store-bought stuff was That Bad.

That’s part of why he doesn’t want to go anywhere with Toast while Toast is in cosplay because he’s actually kind of embarrassed of his earlier work but doesn’t want to make Toast retire his favorite outfits.

Both Toast and Ghost have had long enough hair to braid in the past (or present, for Ghost), and they’ve had moments of absent-mindedly braiding segments of each other’s hair.

Toast was Not the only person getting fangirls and stalkers, Ghost just looked at Toast, saw him as the hottest man on the planet, and went ‘yeah, that’s the only reason why they’re here.’

Johnny Toast and Fred Soup

Originally, Toast didn’t realize that Spooker was going to be a long-term member of the team, and he thought Spooker quit when he went missing halfway through the Puppet Arc. Realizing that Spooker lowkey sacrificed himself to try to save Ghost made Toast come around to him staying with the team… Spooker also didn’t realize Toast was the other member of the team until after Ghost got back, though. Only Ghost knows that they were both confused.

Spooker insists upon keeping track of the birthdays of ghosts that they see frequently, and Toast has begrudgingly began adding them to his planner. It does require trudging through graveyards or examining old records sometimes, and it can be a lot more work than anyone was asking for… but Toast is glad it makes Spooker happy.

Spooker loves Toast’s art and is trying to convince him to try coloring some of it with watercolors. Toast doesn’t want to admit that paint deeply confuses him, so he just lets Spooker do it for him.

Lacking blood when he’s spectral (a consequence of being half-ghost), Spooker actually struggles with generating his own body heat. On the other hand, Toast generates warmth faster when infected with lycanthropy. That being said, when both conditions are met, the two can consistently be found together, as close as possible.

Unexpected to Toast, Spooker actually knew several werewolves growing up and figured out Toast was a werewolf before anyone told him. This led to Spooker giving Toast some really good werewolf-coping advice up until he was properly cured, and Toast thinking it was just a really insane coincidence for like. A year after it.

Despite Spooker not really having a paycheck for literal years, Toast would find “sneaky” ways to pay him for his work. Toast thought he was slick, but Spooker just didn’t want to comment about how he was being given like 200 dollars for gas money and 500 dollars to restock the fridge at the base. He just thought it was like how Ghost was bad at reading and didn’t want to bring it up.

Spooker saw a picture of Toast with his hair long and in a ponytail soon after college and has been begging him to grow it out ever since then. He thinks Toast’s hair is literally angelic and can’t imagine why he likes it short. Toast just says he got sick of brushing ghost slime out of it.

Spooker can’t tell Toast and Gavin apart, to the point where he kind of doesn’t remember they’re different people after being explained that they are. Gavin feels horrible for tricking him because Spooker is always really nice to him, even after being told that he isn’t Toast. Toast thinks it’s funny, though.

Chris Ghostie and Johnny Ghost

Ghost was really friendly with Colon while he was driving Ghost to his location. It had been a long time since a stranger who was ignorant about the supernatural was actually interested in learning about it and wasn’t judgmental, weird, or gave Ghost a fake smile before brushing him off. They had a long, friendly conversation that mostly consisted in Ghost explaining how the paranormal worked from a professional perspective, which Colon was very receptive to. That’s the main reason why he allowed a stranger with no experience to come with him on a potentially dangerous mission. He thought Colon really had the chops for the job. And he was right.

Though Colon was initially very drawn to Ghost, there was a period of time where he doubted himself because Ghost could come off as kind of cruel to the other members of the team sometimes. It took him awhile to realize it was just a front and that Ghost had a very soft inside with a very prickly outside… that was also when he realized Ghost probably really liked him to start their friendship by exposing his soft side.

Colon originally found his nickname kind of annoying, but Ghost laughing about it actually made it grow on him over time. He’s found he’s grown more comfortable with it over time. Also, he’s found ways to make fun of Ghost back if it ever strikes a nerve with him.

Despite spending incredibly minimal time with the team compared to everyone else, Colon was able to tell the difference between Ghost and Casket incredibly easy. He’s started spraying Ghost with water when he suddenly spikes with Casket activity out of nowhere to startle Ghost back to attention.

He can also tell the difference between Johnny Ghost and Johnny Cranky almost immediately, but didn’t tell Cranky the first time the doppelgänger tried pulling one over on him. He made up a Ton of fake drama happening inside of PIE to freak Cranky out and circulate false information around DIE. At this point, he sees Cranky as the most unthreatening version of Ghost.

According to Colon, upon realizing Colon’s love of research and learning, Ghost appointed him the team teacher so that Colon could teach every newcomer to the team. According to Ghost, he gave Colon the job so he’d stop suggesting they hire or adopt every vaguely paranormal-inclined person and creature, because then they’d be his responsibility to deal with (he did not stop).

When Colon gets really excited about a book, he usually tells Ghost about it because chances are, Ghost is never going to read it so he really doesn’t care about spoilers. This is the only way that Ghost has ever actually gotten invested in books— fiction and nonfiction— because Colon is very, very thematic when he summarizes stories.

While Ghost was retired, Colon sent regular emails to Ghost’s work email as kind-of a diary. He figured that even if Ghost opened his work email, he wouldn’t read most of them, even if he sent something back. Ghost didn’t actually open his work email again until right before he was considering joining the team. Part him wanted to find it annoying, but it’s part of what eventually pushed him into joining back. He used TTS to read them all.

Fred Soup and Chris Ghostie

These two have the strongest stomachs to blood and gore on the team, and first started going over to each other’s places to watch horror movies together. They tried making it into a team thing, but had to stop making it a horror thing when they realized Ghost and Toast weren’t as into it.

When Spooker realized Ghost only recognizes him with the hat, it was Colon’s idea to dye his hair a bubblegum pink. He dyed streaks of his own hair a temporary blue in solidarity, but it was kind of hard to see without bleach.

Colon asked Spooker why he acts kind of stupid on the job, and Spooker explained that most ghosts would underestimate him if they thought he was stupid. Colon thought that as a little bit ingenious and will sometimes join in, much to Ghost’s tired annoyance. To be nice, Colon will take missions seriously when it’s just him and Ghost.

They started putting on Bluey for Woah to watch, but Colon quickly realized that some of the episodes counted as honest-to-god parenting advice and pulled Spooker into watching some of the episodes with him. He didn’t realize it would be actually kind of therapeutic for Spooker.

They have a Minecraft server together. Woah has her own special area that Colon used mod privileges around to ensure mobs wouldn’t spawn. They put their minecraft beds together.

Colon has a lot of dietary restrictions because of his. Whole relationship with specifically his colon, so Spooker went out of his way to learn new recipes and double-check some of his old recipes so Colon would always have something he could eat without a stomachache anytime Spooker cooks for the team. It took some experimenting, but they figured out a system, and Colon is really grateful.

In spite of getting all his information from Johnny ‘they are the most threatening, horrifying thing on the planet’ Ghost, he’s chosen to go out of his way to give Spooker’s demon cat plushie a chance. Though he is still a little suspicious about it getting too close to Woah.

Colon is the only member of PIE that Spooker has personally introduced to his dad without his dad knowing they were involved with PIE, meaning Colon is the only member of PIE who Chakalata likes. (He begrudgingly kept liking Colon even after finding out the truth.)

Chris Ghostie and Johnny Toast

Out of all the members of PIE, Toast was the only one Colon knew of before joining PIE. How? He’s read Toast’s book cover-to-cover. Several times. He has multiple sections and most of the cases detailed in that book memorized.

Colon is gradually and slowly trying to teach Toast to drive in return for more background information about Toast’s book.

A big reason why Toast doesn’t experience curses or magical afflictions as often as he used to isn’t really because they stopped coming, but because Colon started making him different charms and curse-repellants when he realized how often Toast suffers because of the supernatural. He is a little disturbed with how quickly Toast goes through them, but Toast is just relieved to have any break. At all.

Colon was incredibly excited of Toast’s cosplaying when he found out about it, and has offered to tag along with him to contests, or to dress up with him if he needs a double. They’re the closest to being the same size out of everyone on the team, so Colon can actually wear some of Toast’s older costumes if the need arises.

Colon is sometimes disappointed that he missed out on Toast being a werewolf (in cases where Toast gets cured and manages not to get it again) because the stories from Ghost and Spooker makes it sound way cuter than it actually was.

Toast and Colon are both incredibly organization-oriented, and both have different methods of keeping track of things. Sometimes they compare notes to make sure that they have everything since they tend to value different information.

I dunno if I said this anywhere else, but I’m dubbing these two as the biggest nerds on the team. They will talk fandom and understand what the other person is talking about. They compare tv shows and movies and talk about the state of the animation industry and how best to support actors. It’s fun and exciting.

He’s also really good at telling Gavin and Toast apart, but tends to doubt himself since Gavin will commit to the bit as hard as possible and he doesn’t want to make Ghost panic. Sometimes, Toast is Just that chaotic and that’s okay.

Team-Focused Fluff

Every primary member of the team can pick up and carry Ghost with relative ease. On days when Ghost is dazed or out of it for some reason, he has been picked up and carried by the nearest teammate in the chase.

Toast getting strong-armed into keeping track of the birthdays of ghosts has actually had the humanizing but unintended side affect of actually re-learning and teaching ghosts their own birthdays. They all react differently, some better some worse. Maxwell actually eased up on them. Aimee cried.

Colon has needed a surgery or two since joining the team, and absolutely everyone joined in to make sure he was as comfortable as possible. They did give him space and time to recover on his own, but they also went out of his way to make sure they had snacks he could eat and that he was always comfortable and had something to do. One time he was bored to a point that the usual methods wouldn’t fixed, so they set up a whole mystery in his room for him to solve without straining himself.

EVERYONE on the team has a story around biting someone that they were too young to remember but their parents thought were notable/hilarious. Spooker bit another kid while playing a game where everyone was an animal (~1yrs old - he was probably just teething, but his dad thought it was really funny), Ghost bit someone while he was being taken in after being found wandering in the woods (~7-8yrs old something his dads always noted as being a sign that he was a fighter— trying to spin it into a positive), Toast bit one of the servants who was taking care of him when they tried to pry as to why the usually chipper toddler was suddenly being so closed off (~4-5yrs old - his mother’s first red flag that something was happening to her children, but it would be another few years before anything was done about it), and Colon bit a doctor while dazed and waking up after a dental surgery (~7yrs - old his mother thinks it’s hilarious). They find it funny that THAT’S a distinct and notable thing they all have in common.

It’s really hard to get a babysitter for Woah. Options in the past have ranged from random teens in the paper (Woah just does whatever she wants since they can’t touch her), Maddie-Friend per Gertrude’s recommendation (overall really responsible, but usually busy with college or stalking), Spencer Acachalla to keep him from coming on missions after he forced himself onto the team (puts Woah on the coms while playing online games to make them think a six-year-old girl is destroying them… also managed to burn water), Poppy Soup per Spooker’s request (she invited friends over without realizing one of them was the ghost the team was after and got herself banned from babysitting… but was otherwise okay.), and Maxwell Acachalla (Colon was hoping it would be therapeutic. It actually kind of worked. He has no idea how to cook food.).

They have talked about starting a band, mostly as a joke. They kind of stopped talking about it when they realized they would technically be a boy band.

Everyone in the team is actually pretty okay at cooking. Spooker is the most skilled at cooking a lot of food at a time for a group of people, of course, but that’s not the only needed skill. Toast has an incredible attention to detail when picking out ingredients but struggles at measuring time, Ghost is adept at using replacements when lacking specific ingredients but doesn’t keep track of the level of nutrients he’s taking in at a time, and Colon is incredible at making a little go a long way but gets easily overwhelmed in a large kitchen. Also, Spooker most struggles at cooking for just himself, often making wayyy too many leftovers.

Casket will sometimes bore and start poking around with stuff if he can’t find anyone after finding himself in control with Ghost’s body. That’s how the team walked in on him trying and failing to sing Karaoke with Ghost’s hoodie around his neck like a cape after they left Ghost at home for a mission because he had a migraine. This was the most humanizing moment Spooker and Colon have ever had with Jimmy Casket. It was also incredibly embarrassing for Jimmy. He tried killing Toast for managing to get pictures and everything devolved into chaos, but Toast ultimately won.

Everyone tends to wear different styles outside of work than they do in work. Toast actually prefers to dress down and wear more casual, rugged, and loose-fitting clothes. Spooker likes colorful, flowing stuff with sparkles and loose bits. He has also done some bedazzling of some of PIE’s tools. Colon likes wearing a bit of an academia look or business casual and enjoys jewelry. The only exception is Ghost, nothing on the planet will get him to part from styling his entire outfit around an oversized hoodie and thick-soled combat boots. They only ever look coordinated when they’re on the clock.

They celebrate Halloween like no one’s business. They also Hate Halloween because of the spike of absurd cases— both fake and real. It’s kind of hard to tell someone they’re overreacting when there IS a chance that SOME GHOST is crazy enough to do JUST ABOUT ANYTHING just because it’s Halloween.

Thanks for asking, and I hope your week has improved as much as possible since you sent that ask <3

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babybearsnz · 2 years ago

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Hello, again! Can I request a coffee shop au, where Sunghoon (Enhypen) works as a barista, but he has quiet sensitive nose, which makes other staff(members of a group) take care of him and coo:)

Having an itchy day

Sickie: Sunghoon

Caretakers: Jake and Jungwon

Relationships: Platonic

AU: Coffeeshop barista

Sunghoon’s pov:

I woke up to a faint buzzing sensation in my nose. Groaning, I reached over and stopped my alarm.

While getting ready for work, I had to keep pausing to rub at my itching nose. I recognized the feeling as my rhinitis acting up and I couldn’t stop sniffling. I blew my nose in hopes of relief, but my nose was too sensitive and irritated, causing the itch to momentarily get worse.

I stopped what I was doing, eyes closed, mouth agape, head tilted back. “haNGXTtchu! heNGXTtss!”

I felt my roommate place a comforting hand on my back. “Bless you, bless you.”

“Thanks, Jake.” I sniffled and cleared my throat.

Jake messed with my hair. “You alright?“ he asked.

I nodded. “Having an itchy day, I guess.” I rubbed at my nose and sighed.

“You’re okay, bud,” he cooed. “How about I give you a ride to work so you don’t have to walk. Don’t wanna be exposed to any extra pollen if you already feel like this.”

Jake pulled me into a quick hug before he let me finish preparing for the day.

********time skip********

As soon as I walked through the door of the cafe I was greeted by one of my coworkers.

“Morning, Sunghoon!” Jungwon yelled from behind the counter he was cleaning.

“Hey, Wonnie,” I replied and clocked in for my shift.

“Do you mind if I take care of a couple mobile orders?” He asked.

I nodded. “Sure thing,” I said and sniffled, “I can handle customers.”

Jungwon turned back around to face me and raised an eyebrow. I answered his question before he could ask it. “Just my rhinitis, I’ll be fine.”

He nodded and started brewing some espresso.

The bell on the front door rang and I got ready to put my costumer service voice to good use as a young lady approached my spot at the register.

“Hi, what can I get for you?”

She smiled. “Can I just have a large iced americano?”

I nodded and punched in the order. “Of course!”

She thanked me, paid, and sat down to wait.

While I was grinding the espresso beans, the strong scent made the tickle in my nose resurface. “haNGXT!” The sneeze was barely audible.

“Bless you” I heard from behind me.

I turned to see Heeseung and sniffled. “Thank you, hyung.”

When I was finished making the coffee I placed it at the end of the counter. “Iced americano,” I called. The customer thanked me once again and left.

“Sunghoon-ah,” Heeseung said. “Could you get the box of cups from the back for me?”

I nodded and went to fulfill his request.

The box in question was on a higher shelf and I had to go on my toes to reach it. When I got it down, I must have disturbed a layer of dust because I was hit with another itch in my nose at an alarming speed.

I quickly placed the box on the floor and cupped my hands over my face. “haNGXTtchiiew! huhNGXTaah! hahETCHhiii! ETCHhiii!” I groaned and let out a small cough, hearing frantic footsteps approach.

“Sunghoon?” Jungwon said, cringing at the sight of my situation. “Aish, what happened here?”

My breath was hitching like crazy. “Dust,” I managed before twisting to the side once more. “hATCHhiih!”

“Oh, Sunghoon, bless you.” He said and held both of my shoulders to stabilize me. “I’ll take this box to Heeseung-hyung. You should go home and rest.”

“I’m not sick,” I objected.

Jungwon picked up the box. “I know, but you’re gonna be tired and miserable if you have to work while handling allergies on top of your rhinitis.”

And with that, he left the room and I took out my phone to call Jake.

“What’s up, Sungie?” He answered.

I was starting to get congested from all of the sneezes. “Jake, can you come get me?”

He must have picked up on the sound of my voice because when he responded, he sounded worried. “Oh no, what’s wrong?” I heard him pick up his car keys.

“haESHhuhh! haETCHhiiew! So dusty,” I whined.

“Aw, ok, now you’re having an allergy attack too? I’m on my way.” I heard the door to his car close and hung up.

********time skip********

“hihNGXT! hehNGXTtchh!” I sneezed for the billionth time since I had gotten in the car.

Jake sighed. “Bless you.”

I hummed in acknowledgment.

When we finally got home, I headed straight for the couch.

“Here,” Jake said. “Take some meds. It might help a bit.” He handed me allergy tablets and a glass of water which I gratefully accepted.

“haKISHhoo!” Jake sat beside me and put an arm around me.

“Ah, bless you.” He stroked my arm up and down. I sniffled and rested my head on his shoulder, quickly having to turn away to sneeze again.

“You’re okay, just let it out.” Jake did his best to comfort me until the meds kicked in. I shut my eyes and leaned into him once again, dozing off before I knew it.

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years ago

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for the streamer AU, i’d love something where eddie is having a bad allergy day—nothing crazy, just super itchy—and his fans jokingly count his sneezes because they know there’s gonna be a ton. maybe steve is yelling bless you every now and then from the next room, too

“Fuck, hh! hold o-on…” Eddie moves backwards from his mic that’s sitting in front of him on his desk, eyes fluttering shut.

“hihHKgTshh’ew! ihGIhShhEW!” The long haired man stays frozen. “Sorry, I c-cahhn feel ‘nother…iiHGkTschhh’EW!”

Yanking a tissue from the box to his right, he blows his nose quietly, wincing at the wet noise is produces. He grabs another one and uses it to rub at his nose one handed, using the other to go back to his game.

Bless you!

Thanks for not sneezing into the mic like Steve does 🙄

Bless u

Are you sick?

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head, game starting back. He’s decided to try his hand at Kingdom Hearts 3, a series he used to love playing as a child. The tissue is still crumpled in his hands as he moves Sora around.

“Nope, not sick, that’s Steve’s job. My allergies are just bad in the fall,” he explains, sniffling quietly. As he moves Sora through the toy store, working on killing the heartless, his nostrils twitch and he rubs his face on his shoulder, not wanting to stop. As he defeats the last of the many black figures, it cuts to Rex and Sora.

The curly haired man takes the opportunity to rub at his nose for a moment, then grab a tissue, pressing it tight to his face.

“hhIGkTSch’ew! hihEhGKshEW! IhKSHhh! Fuck,” he blows his nose again, pinching his nostrils and jiggling his septum in hopes to make this ridiculously allergic tickle go away. It’s no use.

“ahHgkSHHEW! iiGKkshUHEW! ihNGkshh’ew!”

“Bless you!”

The voice comes from the hallway, where Eddie knows Steve is doing laundry two doors down. He sniffles and blows his nose.

“Tha’gks!”

Was that Steve? You guys are so cute!

You should play more horror.

Aww Steve is so sweet! Can I borrow him? I need a Steve. Bless you! You’re sneezes are so cute.

That’s 9 on the sneeze count so far

Eddie rolls his eyes at the comments, nose already twitching again. His eyes are getting itchy too, from all the shit in the air, even with their air purifier in the room. He rubs at his left eye, aiming his face down towards his lap.

“hihIGKshhEW!”

10!

Bless you!

Dude maybe u need allergy pills or something

“I take meds, just having a bad day,” he shrugs, nose running as he watches the scene end and he goes back to playing.

Halfway through running back towards the large tower that allows him to go up or down floors, his nose demands his attention again. An annoyed noise escapes Eddie’s throat, and he quickly rubs up against his nose with the palm of his hand, which helps for .002 seconds.

“Jesus Chrihhst- IHKSHEW! hh! Oh m-my gohhhd- snfSNF!”

Setting the controller down, he notices people are still counting his sneezes, which really he shouldn’t be surprised about, but it makes him feel vaguely self conscious all the same. Blowing his nose again, Eddie’s halfway to picking up his controller when-

“ihGIhkshew! hihKTshhh! igHHkshew! snfsnf! aikshhEW!”

15, a new record!

Lol he’s bad today

Guys follow me for great gameplays!

“You okay Eds?” Steve walks in, making Eddie look up.

Eyes watery and red rimmed, nose pink and runny, he shrugs and blows his nose. It almost makes the tickle worse, like it’s just irritating the walls of his already sensitive nostrils. His breath hitches yet again.

“ah’IKSHew! Oh my fucki’g god,” even the man himself can hear how congested he is, and both of them wince.

“I think it’s time for a break. You can stream later.”

Eddie scrubs at his nose, then rubs it in tiny, controlled circles, trying to get at the itch. The sound makes Steve wrinkle his own nose.

“Guess you guys heard Steve, I’ll uh…I’ll strea’b agai’d later,” the gamer gives a soupy sniffle and clicks off.

Byeee

Feel better!

Do a better game later!

16 sneezes. Poor guy. How does someone make their sneezes so hot???

#my fic #prompts #asks #st #em #sh #streamerau

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werewolfsteveau · 2 years ago

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Werewolf Au

Finally another part to this au after many a week!!! I hope people are still interested in reading this lol. There are a lot of feelings in this part, so be prepared!!! Part 1 and Playlist for this au. Julie watched Eddie outside for a moment while he snapped to the side with an itchy fit before disappearing into his van. ”So just curious...does that happen a lot?” She asked, watching Eddie's van pull out of the parking spot with a bit of a sputter. Julie popped herself up onto the counter now that the morning rush was on the way out, watching Steve clean and prep the equipment. ”The pissing contest or the sneezing?” Robin asked, relaxing a bit now that things had started to calm down. ”The pissing contest, I've known Eddie long enough to know about the sneezing.” Julie clarified with a cheeky little grin that made Robin's face feel like it was on fire. ”Anytime Eddie decides to grace us with his presence, though it's usually worst the longer they're in the same room,” Robin answered with an eye roll, “...I thought Eddie only moved here after his freshman year?” ”Oh yeah, but he used to just come down to spend summers with his Uncle...we actually used to be pretty close the three of us...” Julie shrugged like it was no big deal. “Fuck off!” Robin scoffed, “I refuse to believe Eddie and Dingus over there used to be friends.” She gestured toward Steve who rolled his eyes at their conversation. “Ah but it’s true, I’ll make sure to dig out the pictures when I get around to unpacking.” Julie grinned, already thinking of all the fun pictures of little Steve that she could pull out to embarrass him. “Hey, stop making nice,” Steve swatted at Julie with the rag he was holding, “you two are not allowed to be friends.” “Fiinnnne!!” Julie shoved back with a cackle, throwing up her hands in defense, “I won't show all your cute baby pictures.” She grinned, sticking her tongue out at the man hopping off the counter. “Oh please, I’m begging you,” Robin said, clasping her hands together with pouty lips, “I have to see thee Steve Harrington’s baby pictures.” She begged, shrieking a little when Steve sprayed her with the watered-down cleaner. “Don’t you have something else better to do?” Steve glared pointedly at Julie from behind the pink lens, and the girl glanced at her watch cursing. Julie wrinkled her brow before looking at her watch. “Fuck, I actually have somewhere to be...see you later?” She waved to Steve. ”Yeah...”Steve's brow furrowed watching Julie leave, not actually expecting her to have to be anywhere but he wasn't going to question it. ~ Steve gets off his shift an hour or two later and everything just...hurts. It almost felt like the beginning of a migraine, the world around him feeling too loud and bright. The smallest things made a stiff ache at the base of his neck swell with fury. Glancing at the clock in his car as he got in he kept an eye on the time, despite knowing he had plenty of time to get home before things really got going. He considered stopping on the way home to grab something to eat but thought differently when his stomach rolled slightly at the thought of food. Pulling into the parking lot outside of his apartment, he saw Julie sitting on the hood of her truck parked outside of his apartment. She had a couple of brown fast food bags giving him a little wave as he pulled into the spot next to her. At least he wouldn't be completely alone tonight. ”I got the burger as rare as I could without, Benni thinking I'm completely crazy.” She told him passing him one of the bags. The food smelt good, even slightly nauseous from the headache his stomach grumbled as he pulled out the burger. They ended up sitting at the top of the stairs to the basement of the apartment and he pulled the beanie off his head shaking out his ears. Julie reached up to scratch behind one of them with a cheeky grin. ”Stop that...” Steve lazily batted at her hand with a huff but he didn't pull away, not wanting to admit the action felt good. ”You love this.”Julie teased, giving his ear one last scritch before pulling her hand away before pulling away. Sticking her hand in the greasy brown bag pulled out a fry. They sat in comfortable silence eating their food, the only sound was their quiet chewing. ”Sooo...how're things going?”Julie started breaking the silence as she stole a pickle poking out of Steve's burger. ”I don't know what you're talking about Jules.” Steve huffed, taking a bite of his burger and chewing hard as he could just trying to ignore the question entirely. ”Come on Steve, you know what I'm talking about...” Julie sighed, picking at her nail polish, “Dustin told me you dropped your classes...what's going on with that?” Steve swallowed hard, running his finger through his hair with a long drawn-out sigh. “A lot…happened,” Steve sighed, running his fingers through his hair exhausted, “I guess I got sick of being under my dad's thumb, and it's not like I was doing great anyway...a business degree didn't feel right.” Julie made a noise of agreement, understanding where Steve was coming from. ”Your turn, what's going on with you?” Steve nudged her with his foot, turning the question back on her watching her falter slightly. ”Nothing...”Julie's expression soured clearly not enjoying having the spotlight pointed back at her. “Julie Anne Richardson!”He started watching her nose wrinkle up at the use of her full name, “You were doing something you loved at your dream school, there's no way you came back to hang out in a basement with a college dropout.” ”Maybe I did!” Julie joked crumpling up the paper that her burger had come in tossing the greasy wax paper at him. Steve just gave her a bored look catching the paper in hand before stuffing it in the brown paper bag with the rest of their trash. Clearly not satisfied with her answer. ”Gotta have money to go to college, Stevie.” Julie answered with a sigh, knowing that it didn't explain anything and that Steve wasn't about to let her get off that easy. ”But you had money...what happened to your money!?” Steve exclaimed a sick feeling of dread filling his stomach, “You've been saving up since freshman year!” ”It's not my money anymore, it's Nickie's now.” Julie shrugged staring hard at her hand as she picked at the chipped polish. ”Nickie!?” Steve stared at her in disbelief, mouth hanging agape, “You mean your twelve-year-old brother, Nickie!? What does he even need with that kind of money?” ”They wanted to start him a college fund...and you know my dad feels about women in the workforce.” Julie rolled her eyes slumping with her arms folded over her chest. ”So they just gave, Nickie your college fund...the one that you spent like four years working at Benni's Diner earning...that has to be illegal!” Steve sounded exasperated. ”It's a joint account, they can do whatever they want...”Julie sighed with a sad tired smile, “It was either go into debt with student loans...or move back in with my parents.” ”Move in with me!” Steve blurted out the words rolling out of his mouth like it was just the easiest thing in the world. Asking Julie to move in with him. ”I don't think there's enough room for both of us in your studio, Steve.” Julie laughed, slumping against Steve's shoulder as he slid his arm around her. ”We'll make it work, better than being trapped with your parents...” Steve squeezed her shoulder warmly pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “We’ll talk about it…”Julie huffed, sitting there with Steve for a moment before he got up with a wince stretching his arms muscles tight and sore. He knew it was time. ”You want me in there with you?” Julie asked taking his hand and squeezing it bringing it up to her face so that the back of it could brush against her cheek. Steve hesitated for a moment and it almost seemed like he was going to say yes to her offer. But instead, he shook his head. ”No I'll be fine...just promise you'll be here when I come out.” He asked, voice thready and anxious staring at her with his doe brown eyes. ”Promise.” Julie squeezed his hand before letting it slip from her grip. He opened the big heavy door, glancing back with a little wave before slipping behind the heavy door. Letting it shut behind him with a heavy thump.

#werewolf steve au #s/teve h/arrington #r/obin b/uckley #e/ddie m/unson #Oc #J/ulie R/ichardson #no snz #s/tranger t/hings #s/tranger t/hings au

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rae-arts777 · 2 years ago

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What if Makoto was the one to be allergic to cats and not either Seiji or Miki?? He would be absolutely devastated...

He would, though I would imagine Makoto would have tried to convince his parents it was fine.

Little Makoto is hugging a kitten crying and sobbing, even though it's causing him to sneeze, he's starting to feel itchy, Miki and Seiji have to coax him to let it go, as little Makoto screams at the top of his lungs saying he's fine when clearly he is not.

Fast forward to TC days, Laurent thought it be a nice treat and takes them all to a cat cafe. Makoto is...ecstasy. He's more focused on the cats, Makoto is the time to scoop up a cat and rub his face against it. Giving them kisses, playing with all of them. However, though..he starts sneezing like crazy. He's starting to feel itchy but continues on.

"Uhhh...Edamame are you okay?" Cynthia asked concerned

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Makoto waves her off and continues on, his eyes starting to water.

"Holy shit. the virgin is allergic." Abby points out

"No, I'm not..!" Makoto protests, "It's fine!"

"Let's go" Abby grabs him and basically has to drag him out.

Laurent feels bad, he wanted to do something nice but it just ended up with Makoto having an allergic reaction, and now skulling.

Makoto lays on the couch of the hotel pouting, his heart feels heavy. Why is it the animal he loves most, the animal his mother loves so dearly, he had to be allergic? He thought of the times when his dear mother would always push away the idea of getting one, even though she expressed a heavy desire for one, for Makoto's sake. He felt guilty.

Laurent came back from the stores and joined Makoto on the couch. He reached into the bag he had, pulling out a squishmellow cat.

Makoto's eyes light up, slowly accepting the gift, immediately squeezing it tightly, and burying his face in the soft toy.

Maybe it's not the real thing...but it will do.

"Thanks..."

#great pretender anime #the great pretender #grepre #great pretender #makoto edamura #laurent thierry #cythina moore #abby jones #abigail jones #short fic

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depressedacadamia · 4 years ago

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Daisies and Distress

Summary: Hazel loves flowers and plants but poor Frank is allergic. What happens when these two get into an arguement about Hazel's precious plants?

A/N: I HAD WRITERS BLOCK BUT I’M BACK BITCHESSS

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If there was one thing that Frank had to say he didn’t like about Hazel, he would say nothing.

But if there was one thing that Hazel owned that Frank hated, it would be the magnitudes of flowers and plants that she owned. Frank could tolerate the plants- after all, they weren’t harming him but when it came to the flowers and in particular, the daisies, he drew the line. Daisies had pollen. A lot of pollen and with one gentle breeze of air, that pollen could be up his nose and the next thing he nose, he’s sent into sneezing fits.

Hazel told him to simply stay out of her cabin. If he didn’t come in, he wouldn’t have to deal with the flowers. However, Frank seemed to object to the idea on the basis that it would mean they couldn’t have their secret kissing sessions. It wasn’t that everyone didn’t know they were dating, for it was almost as obvious as Percy and Annabeth's relationship, it was simply Hazel was raised in a very traditional time. She couldn’t feel comfortable if she knew everyone was watching them together- at most, she could tolerate them holding hands in public or a peck on the cheek.

So here the dilemma settled- either Frank would stop visiting Hazel (something that would never happen in his eyes) or Hazel would get rid of the flowers (something that would never happen in her eyes). Hazel loved her plants. To her, they were a source of beauty that she could create that wouldn’t curse everyone around her- unlike her precious metals.

“I am not getting rid of any of my plants nor flowers for you Frank!” Hazel called out.

“How about just half of the flowers? The really pollen-y ones? Like…” He turned around and pointed at the vast collection of daisies. “All of these?”

“But those are my favourite ones!”

“You could always replace them with another yellow plant right?”

“Daisies are white,” Hazel deadpanned, turning around to face her boyfriend with her hands on her hips. To anyone else, this encounter may seem quite humorous- considering the height difference, a very much petit Hazel whom Frank was almost towering over. That said, Frank did not underestimate her might due to her height- he knew that if she wanted, he could be flat on his back, with her spartha under his throat.

“But they’re yellow in the middle,” He argued.

“The petals of the flower itself are white.”

“But I’m allergic to pollen Hazel! I start sneezing like crazy and my eyes go all red and itchy!”

She shrugged her shoulders and hummed. “So don’t come to my cabin. Simple.”

“But...but….”

Hazel smiled wickedly, her innocence disappearing for a second. “ But what?”

Frank grumbled something unintelligible and Hazel knew she had checkmated him- fair and square. Frank felt hopeless- why was Hazel so relentless on this! As a couple, they spent most of their time in Hazel’s cabin, doing coupley things. Was she trying to tell him something? Frank swore he remembered someone telling him that in a relationship, the other partner always hints what they want. Was this what Hazel was doing now? And if so, what exactly was she trying to say?

Was she trying to tell him that she didn’t want to see him anymore? Was that why she refused to get rid of daisies? Just as Frank was about to raise the question, he looked back up and saw that Hazel was nowhere to be found.

Hazel thought the daisies were starting to look weedy. She did not want to just get rid of them because they had started out gorgeous and beautiful and she loved that they’d close up at night and open in the day but by now, they looked quite… un-aesthetically pleasing.

“What are you doing?” A blonde figure by the door asked. Jason stood there, his eyebrows creasing and his forehead sparkled with perspiration.

“Just trying to get rid of these daisies. I picked them a while ago but now they’re just getting weedy.”

Jason sighed happily. “ Oh thank goodness. I was going crazy from how much Frank ranted about those flowers. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know tha-”

“-Don’t tell Frank anything… for now of course. I don’t plan on letting them be gone for long,” She smiled.

Jason frowned. “ Hazel, what exactly are you on about?”

Hazel gave a heavy sigh, as if she were slightly irritated by the lack of intelligence around her. “Just because I'm getting rid of these flowers does not mean I’m not going to replace them.”

Jason’s mouth opened and then closed and then opened and then closed.

“You look like a goldfish.”

“I don’t like you,” Jason huffed, slightly offended. He happened to think he looked quite handsome. Hazel gave him a sugar like smile before ushering him out of her cabin and letting the soft candle light combined with the setting sun give light to her place.

Hazel had managed to find new daisies, fresh ones that wouldn’t weed up for at least a week or two- if she put fertiliser pellets in their water (she was running low on those). The sun was rising and Frank had not come by her cabin the previous night- which Hazel would have dictated as strange had the recent argument not occurred.

“Can I come in?” A voice echoed along with a gentle knock on the door. Hazel, ready to win, opened the door swiftly; only for the figure to not be Frank. She frowned, confused as to why Leo was even at Camp Jupiter- After all, he wasn’t very welcome considering his first impression on them.

“Uh.. sure?”

Leo, messy as usual, walked in. His hair was in its regular curly state (although Hazel could have sworn that she saw some ends that had clearly been set on fire) and his smile was bright. But Hazel knew Leo and she knew Sammy- when they had that certain innocence to their smile, nothing good could come out of it.

“You look...suspicious,” She started, her hands resting on her hips and her eyes never leaving Leo.

“What?” Leo shrugged. “Just because I’m being nice, you're assuming I have an ulterior motive?”

“I never said you were nice. Nice try though.”

“Offended. Anyway, I’m here because my baby Festus needed to stretch their legs so we went for a ride. Thought I’d say hello before we hopped back to Long Island.”

Hazel frowned. “You came all the way here from Long Island? That’s quite far, isn’t it?”

Leo stayed silent, his back to Hazel; the only sounds being his fingers stretching and his knuckles cracking.

“You said hello to Jason? I know he’d be mad if he knew you came without giving him a heads up.”

“Oh thanks for the reminder.” He paused and turned around. “ How long have you had those flowers? They certainly don’t look like they’ve been here for ages.”

She raised an eyebrow and her arms went to cross over her chest. Something was up. She knew Leo was smart, genius even. Despite that, when it came to plants and flowers, he was as clueless as it gets.

She had seen Calypso’s attempts to teach him nature care but it was clear that Leo was not very good at plants. As a child of Hephaestus, they just didn’t speak to him well, unlike Festus.

“That’s because they haven’t been here for ages. Freshly picked as of yesterday evening,” She informed him.

“How’s Frank?”

“What’s with all the topic hopping?”

Hazel’s eyes shot to Leo fingers fiddling. Yes, it was normal for Leo to fidget, in fact, it would be considered strange if he didn’t but the way he was fiddling now was odd. Hazel knew that Leo would make small contraptions- like pistons or mini electromagnets. But he wasn’t making anything, he was just folding his fingers back and forth anxiously.

“Which one of them sent you?”

“Who! People? Send me? Why would anyone send me here? I came here all on my own accord because they- I mean I, uh, I wanted to say hi!” Leo blurted. She narrowed her eyes. Just as she was to give a response, the door opened.

There was no knock. No warning. It just opened. No one asked for permission. That's what told Hazel that it was Frank. She remembered how she had told him that for him, her door was always open. From that day, Frank had simply walked into Hazel’s cabin as no knock was required.

“What is he doing here?” Frank asked immediately. They both seemed quite startled in his eyes. Leo couldn’t have looked more suspicious with his nervous, fiddling hands and Hazel, well Frank couldn’t even read Hazel if he tried at this point.

“Leo came t-”

“Why is he in your cabin so early in the morning? Did he stay the night? Is that why you kept the flowers? What, to ward me off like I’m some miasma?”

Frustratedly, Hazel facepalmed. “What are you on about?”

“This!” Frank exploded, his hands and arms flying everywhere. He felt like shit, in fact, he hated feeling like this. It made him feel dark- useless and pathetic. Here he was accusing his girlfriend of going behind his back with a guy whom he could trust with all his life because of what? Jealousy? Anger?

“I kept the flowers because I wanted them. Leo visited because the others made him and no! He didn’t stay the night and besides, I was out picking flowers in the evening- you can even ask Jason!”

“I..I…” But Frank had no words. He couldn’t believe he had acted so stupidly all over a couple of flowers but he wasn’t prepared to set aside his ego and accept all the blame- after all, shouldn’t Hazel’s boyfriend mean more to her than a couple of flowers?

Awkwardly, Leo shuffled from foot to foot. “ Ah.. so it seems my job here is done.”

“So they did send you!” Hazel whipped her head towards Leo. He quickly wiggled his way between her and Frank.

“Sorrygottogobye!”

Folding her arms, Hazel snorted, slightly amused. “He really thinks he can get away- doesn’t he.”

“He was always a little more clueless than us all. It’s why Calypso is good for him,” Frank agreed.

“Don’t think you’ve been let off so easily, mister!” Hazel turned on Frank. “ What was that back then? Are you really getting so worked up over some flowers?”

Frank mumbled something inaudible.

“Huh?”

He took a deep breath. “ I said, I don’t wanna have to stop seeing you at night but those flowers are the work of Pluto.”

“Proserpina actually, but close enough.”

“Really? She always seemed so nice,” Frank mused. Hazel cringed.

“You clearly haven’t been to one of our family reunions.”

“It can’t be that bad?” Frank offered. Hazel shook her head.

“Nico has spent more time in the underworld as a dandelion than he has spent as a demigod.”

“Well,” Frank sighed, slightly alarmed. “Now I know to always decline an invite from Proserpina, thanks.”

“Frank, come on! They’re just flowers!” Hazel tried to reason. What if he actually didn’t mind the flowers? What if this was his way of telling her that he didn’t want to be in a relationship anymore? Is that what he was doing? Using the flowers as an excuse?

“Okay. Do you want to break up?” Frank asked bluntly. Hazel could feel her heart drop. Her mouth felt dry.

“Why? Do you?”

Frank could feel his chest spike in pain. Why wasn’t she answering the question? “ No.Of course not! But with the way you’re being so stubborn, I assumed that you wanted to end things and I-”

“-Well I assumed that you wanted to end things with how you’ve been avoiding me like the plague,” Hazel mumbled. Her heart felt so fluttery that she could have sworn that in that moment it became a butterfly and she had to do everything in her power to prevent it from flying away.

“No!” Frank cried, walking towards Hazel. His arms slipped around her and he rested his chin on the crown of her head. He could smell her shampoo and he closed his eyes, relishing in the moment. He could feel his heart but it was no longer racing but instead steady. He felt at peace.

Hazel’s arms wrapped around Frank's waist as she nuzzled her head into his chest. She rested her head there, listening to his frantic heartbeat calm down. She broke the hug reluctantly and looked up at Frank, her eyes wide- innocent like a puppy.

“You’re warm,” She smiled. Frank stared at her lips as they parted into a smile, her entire face brightening. He wanted to melt at the very sight. He leant down and gently pressed his lips against hers. She let out a small squeak of surprise before melting into the kiss against him. Her hands were firmly planted against his chest as his hand brushed against her cheek. She could feel the small calluses on his fingertips from wielding his bow and arrows.

“Does this mean you’ll get rid of the flowers?” Frank whispered.

“No way.” Hazel winked.

#hazel levesque #frank zhang #frazel fanfic #hazel levesque fanfic #frank zhang fanfic #jason grace #leo valdez #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa #hoo fanfic #hazel x frank #frank x hazel #frank x hazel fanfic #pjo fluff #hoo fluff #frazel fluff

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cutegirlmayra · 5 years ago

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More Sonamy Prompts? More?!

Prompts are still on shutdown but I have an old prompt idea I’m gonna go for~

Prompt:

With a free-wheeling tumble, Sonic landed over Amy’s form and protectively took the impact of Eggman’s attack.

High up in his massive, mega robot--The doctor laughed and began firing on Tails and Knuckles, seeing as Sonic and Amy were left as a pile of dirt after the assault of firepower.

A single strand of Sonic’s blue quill stood out... it lightly swayed in the wind before ruffling quickly as the dirt began to fall to the sides of the mound.

Sonic, like a dog shaking off water, shook himself free of the dirt. Still having that same smile on his face he had while rushing in to cover for Amy, he narrowed his brow and began burrowing for Amy.

Only when he couldn’t find her did he lose his smile and began sticking his head up and around to locate her.

However... Amy had dug herself up out of the mound herself and quickly turned around to see she was behind Sonic.

Being sneaky, she stalked up quietly behind him... But his head turned and saw her with a gasp as she leapt at him. She had hoped to catch him off guard, but his reflexes were better than that.

He caught her as she hugged him and tried to shower him with missed kisses, due to the fact that he kept her back just enough away that none would get a solid landing.

He closed one eye but smiled with the other as her voice rang out in delight, “Oh, Sonic! You saved me!”

“Heheh.” He chuckled, lightly, “More like I just kept the dirt from getting in your hair. You okay?”

She pulled back a moment to really look at him, “Oh Sonic~” She turned back to Eggman, “He’s really got something up his sleeve this time, doesn’t he?”

Sonic, after scratching his head from the embarrassment of Amy’s showering devotion, turned back to look at it.

“Yeah, it’s different alright. From his usual, crazy, hair-gripping schemes...” Sonic joked, but there seemed to be something off about today.

Even though everything was happening as it usually does, even Amy’s typical admiration of himself, something wasn’t quite right...

He sneezed.

“Sonic?” Amy blinked curiously back to him.

“I’m fine.” Sonic sniffed, wiping his nose to his glove a few times before getting up and tapping his foot behind him. “I’ll take care of Egghead, you just take out those clunky feet!”

Amy got up on a knee, flinging up her hammer, “Got it! But Sonic-!”

He was rotating his shoulder out, feeling something stuffy in his chest. “Ugh... *Sniff*, yeah, Amy?”

As he looked back, trying to look more like his usual self, she suddenly gave him a flirty look.

“Marry me?”

He noticed she was on one knee and looked back to her, unamused. He just rolled his eyes and dashed off.

“Silence means it’s not a no!” Amy called out, giggling to herself before getting up to help.

As the battle dragged on, Sonic felt drained and like he couldn’t breathe. His head was warm as Eggman finally admitted defeat...

“And that’s... what you get-! You loser!” Sonic, looking a bit scatter-brained, seemed to be wobbly on his feet, standing over the giant robot before it began to glow green...

“My emerald!” Knuckles cried out as the robot got back up from the grave, seeming ready for round two as robotic wings began to form on it’s back. A metal wire-line that soon blasted electrical webbing throughout itself.

“HAHAHA!!! HOHO! Take on this, Sonic!... Sonic?” Eggman looked around, but Sonic was being secretly dragged off the battlefield...

“Where’d he go?” Knuckles looked around a moment, then shrugged it off and cracked his neck to the side, “Ah, forget’em! It’s just you and me, Eggman!”

“Hardly any fun...” Eggman pouted, but seemed to engage the fist-pounding Knuckles who came directly at him.

“Give me back my eeemmmerrallldd!!!”

Beyond the bushes and treeline, Tails lightly put Sonic down as Amy rushed to join him.

“What’s wrong with him?” She worriedly held her hands to her chest.

“He seems kinda out of it.” Tails concluded, touching his forehead before pulling out his Miles-Electrics.

“I’m... Fine...” Sonic huffed out, laying down as he seemed to be stuck there. He tried to reach out and move his upper-torso to sitting up straight but was like a tortoise on his back.

“Oh no... He seems-” Amy began but Tails finished the line for her.

“Woah! He’s off the charts sick!” Tails shook his head, then looked to Amy, “I knew this would happen. Sonic said he felt ill earlier but then carried on like he never told me. I thought that maybe he fought it off but it looks worse than before.” Tails sighed, “I think we can handle Eggman from here, but... We really shouldn’t leave him alone like this...” Tails frowned as he saw his friend struggling to kick his legs up and move off from his back.

Sonic was strangely tired, that never happened before. Not like this, anyway. Usually, he had to move or else the energy in him would collect and explode! His face was warm too, odd, and it seemed like a perfectly good day to destroy a giant robot too...

“I don’t need to be put on the sidelines, Tails... I’m-HACHOO!” he sneezed, as Tails and Amy flinched. Tails held up his miles-electric to block any germs that might have been spread in the air, but Amy just stepped back and covered her face.

“Don’t worry, Tails.” Lovingly, Amy put her hand on Tails’s shoulder, which caused him to lower the device blocking his face. “I already got the feet pretty damaged, maybe just ask Knuckles to tunnel it under?”

“Good idea!” Tails nodded, then got up with an apologetic grin to Sonic, “Sorry, buddy. But you need a break!” he took off then, waving to Amy, “Make sure he rests!”

“Right!” Determined, Amy walked around Sonic and pulled him up by a bit by getting her hands under his armpits. “Come on, Sonic! Let’s have you rest somewhere safe- Ah!” she turned to see Eggman Robots hacking through the forest.

“They’re... not gonna just let me sleep... not on my watch.” Sonic’s head could barely stay up, but he could see what she was worried about. “I’ll take’em on.” He tried to kick his feet up and managed to squabble up, then went to spin-dash but it rolled so fast it made his stomach ill.

It was like a drunk tire rolling left and right, missing the robots completely before he uncurled and held a hand to his mouth. “Ohh man... Maybe this is a bit more serious than I thought...” Sonic turned around and punched a robot, then kicked one away before hearing a- ‘Ow!’

“Opps, sorry, Amy!”

Amy just frowned up at him, a bit annoyed. “Let me handle this! You’re being stubborn!” she took her hammer and began hitting what Sonic thought were trees.

“I’m fine~ Just doing my- oh geez!” he tripped, “Help! Amy! There are bugs on this floor!”

“Oh, come on..!” Amy whined, seeing he wasn’t just gonna rest like Tails and her were hoping he would.

After fending off some of the robots, she quickly got Sonic under what looked like a tree’s roots and began digging to make something comfortable for the two of them.

At this point, it was just to hide, but Sonic was so terribly ill by now that he had to be pulled through the small gap between the tree’s large roots just to get into the hole.

“How are you feeling?” Amy, feeling a little too close to him for comfort, ignored her own warm forehead and tried to make things better for him.

His feet flopped into the hole at last and he dizzily looked up at her, “You... You can’t hold them off forever.”

“Watch me.” She narrowed her eyes, but then sneezed. “Ha-choo!”

It was adorable.

Sonic chuckled, “Uh oh. Sick party.”

“D-don’t say that.” Amy looked around and pulled a leaf off to blow her nose into it.

“Hey... that’s smart, mind passing one?” He held out his hand.

She gave him more leaves and the two continued to clear out their noses non-stop into them.

He laughed, “Look, we’re bonding!”

“Ugh... my nose is itchy now...” Amy complained, before laying down beside Sonic.

“Woah, you’ll get more sick if you... ha... ha.. HACHOO! Ugh... stick this close to me, Amy.” He tried to warn her, but she laid her head next to his anyway.

“The hole’s too small,” she sniffled, “And I’m not as bad as you. If it’s the same cold or something, then we’re fine.”

“Buried alive together... again.” Sonic joked. “When they find our bones, will they be able to... ha...ha-!”

Amy put her finger up to his nose, catching the sneeze before it happened, as Sonic’s nose twitched and then calmed down.

“Haaa... thanks.” He sniffled, “Will they know we were stuck here from sickness or just acquired a hopelessly cheap coffin?”

“Sonic, you say the darndest things.” Amy took some more leaves and passed them to him. “What got you so sick, anyway?”

Sonic paused a moment, about to blow into the leaf before putting it up against his nose, and then looking off to the side. “...Well, yesterday I went out with you to help at the farmer’s market... you had a stand and-”

“THAT GUY!” she shrieked, “He was sick as anything! I couldn’t sell my garden’s produce with him coughing and hacking everywhere! But we left before... he... ha...ha...HA-!” she felt Sonic’s finger hit her nose. “...Haaa...” she took a leaf and replaced his finger with it. “CHOO!” the leaf went flying.

The two watched the leaf drift away before laughing.

“Hurricane Amy.” Sonic teased.

“Oh, stop that. *Sniff* I’m serious, we’re both really sick!”

“Yeah...”

“I mean, it’s cute, right? But, like... what if we get Knuckles and Tails sick too?”

“Eh, nothing a little tender love and care can’t solve.” Sonic pulled out what looked like some stow-away’d food.

“That’s gross.” Amy blew into another leaf. “Let me have a bite.”

“With your boogers all over your gloves?” He held it away, “Fat chance.” and took a bite of whatever the cloth he had unfolded slightly was hiding.

“Heeeyyyy... come on...” Amy whined, “Girls don’t have boogers. We’re too polite.”

He stopped from taking the first bite and looked over to the leaf that had been blown away moments before. “I think that poor ant person on that leaf would say otherwise.”

Amy chuckled, but only from the numbing headache she was getting. “There are no tiny ant people.” she giggled.

“Really? Waking up tomorrow and finding a tiny letter stating that Mr. Ant can’t afford house insurance on the nasty green blob you just delivered all over his great-grandmother’s leaf will make you think otherwise.” He took a bite as Amy continued to giggle from his sickly humor.

“You’re silly.”

“I tend to be goofy when I’m sick.” He admitted.

“Hehe, I just gave him a free paint job.”

“Wooowww that’s awful.” Sonic saw her slowly losing her intelligence as the sickness carried, but then he wondered if Tails and Knuckles were the same.

Suddenly, his own consciousness seemed to wane, and soon, the two were sick buddies.

They laughed next to each other in their hazy mess, kicking leafs out of the hole as they stuck to one another after a while.

“So gross...” Amy whined out.

“Hey, that’s mostly your mess, not mine.”

“All the tiny little lawyers...”

“Still, not my problem- HACHOO!”

“There goes a few hundred rings.” she laughed.

“Eh,” Sonic wiped his nose, “I’ll collect them again later.”

“How many you need?”

“Just one.” Sonic flicked the ring out and held it up to her. “One to survive this awful cold.”

“We should share it.” she sniffled, reaching up for it. “Quick, put it on my finger...”

He was so out of it that he began too, but halfway through, he heard her giggled and removed it.

She stared at him, a huge, sickly grin on her face as he shook his head and refused to make eye-contact with her.

“We’re so sick.” Amy teased.

He huffed.

“You like me~” she joked, pulling out some more leaves before gasping, “We’re out of leaves!”

“Maybe we should ‘leaf’ then.” He teased.

“You’re just upset cause you almost put a ring on me.” She made a face, “Mr. Grumpy quills... sir, Mrs. Grumpy Quills would like your side of the leaf pile, please.”

He folded his arms, bundling the leaves around him. “It’s your fault we’re sick.” His voice sounded stuffy, and it made her groan.

“Oh, are you still sick too? It’s been a while, I don’t hear robots or explosions anymore.” she looked out towards the roots. “It’s getting dark too...”

He tried to stand up, felt his head, and then lowered back to where Amy was. “For the record-! ...Oh, bad idea, bad idea... hmph, you’re not Mrs. anything.” he joked, gripping his head. “This is worse than any headache I’ve ever had.”

“Spring fever.”

“Is that what it is?”

“No, I mean, I don’t know? I just know that spring is the best time to get engaged.” she giggled, bringing it up again as he groaned.

“I have mucus in my head and throat and you want to joke about tricking a sick man into marrying you again?” he turned his head and suddenly... the two were right next to each other.

She giggled before opening her eyes and seeing his large eyes, though small green irises, looking back to her.

“...Hee,” she let out a cute but nervous chuckle, “What are you staring at? Your sick bride-to-be? Haha!”

“No..” He smiled, “A nasty girl booger.”

Amy slapped her hands over her nose, “Ew! Really?! Give me a tissue, quick!”

He laughed and held the leaf up over her head, reaching back to grab a few more. Dangling it playfully, he taunted her as she removed one hand to try and grab it.

“You’re tormenting a beautiful, sick young woman!”

He just laughed.

“Ohhh, give it up, already!”

“How many rings do you have?”

“You’re gonna make me pay for it?”

“Absolutely!” there seemed to be a double-meaning that he meant by that, but she didn’t catch on to it.

“Ohhh...” After using up most of her energy trying to grab the leaf, she gave up. “You’re mean...”

He noticed with a tilt of his head that she was still covering her face, so he brought the leaf close to her nose, “Here, blow.”

She stared down at his hand offering, wondering if he was being real or not. She removed her hand, still revealing the snot as he placed the leaf up to her nose.

“Isn’t this gross?” Her voice sounded off when he pitched her nose against the leaf.

“Very, but I figured, you’re my gross bubble too. Now blow.”

She did so, and he threw the leaf off towards the almost plugged hole with sticky, gross leaves.

“Think they’ll dig up our bodies and say we died of the farmer’s market guy?”

“If anyone is getting a lawyer, it’s us.” Sonic folded his arms, rubbing his hands against two more leaves in attempts to clean them.

Amy giggled before pausing a moment on something he said, “Us?”

She saw he was getting sleepy, and went for the question again, “Not just you?”

“Not just me.” He groaned, turning to throw an arm around her, getting comfortable in the small space as she sniffled in her gasp.

“S-Sonic..?”

“What?”

“W-what are you...”

“I’m sick.”

“I-I know you’re sick, I am too, but-” she stopped questioning it, but instead, leaning into his embrace.

“Emm... This is nice.” She admitted. “But you’re really warm, and I’m already so warm too...”

“Eh, take what you can get.” Sonic sniffled, reaching back for more leaves, blowing his own nose.

“Ewww... groosss...” She giggled, but he seemed to purposefully make nose-noises right next to her and wiggle his head more towards her. “No, no, no! Haha!”

“Ugh, you’ll be the death of me.” he threw the leaf, but it stuck to his hand. “Ah, I should really get back at Eggman and just get him sick too.”

“Sneeze on his pillow?”

“You’re evil. I was just gonna pile all these leaves into his robots.”

“Haha! Make them all look icky while he thinks they’ve grown minds and made camouflage!”

The two tiredly laughed before dipping more into sleep.

“Hey, Sonic?”

“Hmm?” he seemed barely awake now, completely slipping into a sick-induced sleep.

“Can I be your sick wife?”

“You can be my sick friend in this hole we may die in together.” He countered.

“But... Can I, though?”

“Where else will you go?”

“I’d like to die in your arms...”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say that again.” He held her a bit tighter.

“Too morbid?”

“...Something like that.”

She felt his breathing go at a steady pace.

“...Sonic?”

He didn’t respond.

“...I’m glad we’re sick together. It’s like the first time I really get to enjoy being around you without you wiggling away from me... Hey, Sonic?”

He groaned from his throat, which caused her to giggle again as she slowly began to slip into sleep too.

She yawned and sneezed lightly, as Sonic frowned next to her but she turned and moved further into him. “I hope you take me to the farmer’s market again... I hope you still hang out with me... and go on dates with me... and let me take care of you when you’re sick.”

“...We’ll take care of each other.”

“Deal...” she fell to sleep... but Sonic blinked his eyes open, smiling as he took a leaf and wiped her nose for her, then hugged her again and fell asleep too.

Later...

“...Should we move them?” Tails peered into the hole.

“Ew, what this is?!” Knuckles shouted in a whisper, trying to get some stuck leaves off of his gloves. “They won’t-! Grr! Come off!”

“We should at least get them home. Come on.” Tails, sucking in his germ-phobias, used his beautiful tails to wipe the pile of yucky leaves away, cringing as some stuck to his tails.

They pulled the two out, feeling their heads to see they were really burning up, and helped them to get some medicine in time.

While washing up, Amy noticed her nose had turned red on the underside of it, and sighed at how irritable it was.

When she came out from Tails’s bathroom, she gasped to see Sonic on the couch, some ice on his head, and when he turned... a red-stain under his nose.

He smiled at her though, seeing her matching one too.

“Oh, you poor thing!” she giggled, “We should have shared that ring!”

#sonamy #sonicxamy #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt #sick sonamy #sick sonamy prompt #cutegirlmayra

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destiel-love-forever · 5 years ago

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The Mysterious Case of Einstein the Cat

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"Anyone need anything from the store? Doin' a beer run," Dean calls as he walks into the bunker's kitchen with a notepad and pen.

"More carrots." Sam looks over Dean's shoulder at the list he has so far, scoffing when he sees it only has four things on it: beer, hot pockets, doritos, more beer. He rolls his eyes before adding, "Get toilet paper, too. We're almost out."

"Sick orange shit and toilet paper. Got it." Dean points a finger at Castiel. "You?"

"Green tea and cat food. Fancy feast, none of that dry stuff."

Dean and Sam exchange a look. It's Sam's turn this time. He doesn't look too happy about that. "Cas, we've talked about this buddy."

"Fancy feast," is all Castiel says in return.

"There isn't a cat to eat the fancy feast."

"Yes there is! I swear. You just haven't seen him!"

"Cas-"

"He's black and white and really cute. Super fluffy. Like crazy fluffy-"

"-with a stubby little tail and one ear that flops awkwardly. Yes." Sam looks over at Dean, who has been quiet this whole time. He tips his head in Castiel's direction, indicating this is the time where he needs to step in.

With a deep sigh, Dean does the obligatory, "Cas, the cat doesn't exist."

The look Castiel gives Dean is a mixture of betrayal and sadness. It's enough to make Dean slump a few inches and look away, staring at the floor like a child that's been scolded.

Dean knows what that look means. He's close to being kicked out of Castiel's bed and his ass better tread lightly on the thin ice beneath his feet.

"We aren't trying to be rude," Sam says quietly.

"Who is eating the fancy feast if there's no cat?" Castiel looks between the two of them, clearly thinking he has them beat. "Who else besides a cat, huh?"

Dean shrugs. "Rats. Mice. A fucking demon. This bunker is huge, Cas. It could be anything."

"Exactly! The bunker is huge!" Castiel stands up and stomps his foot. It's a total 4 year-old tantrum and he doesn't care. "It exists! His name is Einstein and he just doesn't like you guys."

Dean and Sam exchange the look they always do at this point. The agreement to give up. With a deep sigh, Dean adds it to his list, saying it out loud as he does so. "Fancy Feast for Einstein the Snuffleupagus."

Castiel sets a death glare on Dean. The death of his sex life at least. He already knows what his boyfriend is going to say, but he still winces when Castiel growls, "No sex! No. Sex. For. You!"

After he storms out of the room, Dean looks at Sam. It's a desperate plea for help.

Sam just shrugs. "Don't forget the carrots."

----

"Cas, come on," Dean says in exasperation as he watches Castiel toss cans of fancy feast into the shopping cart. It's been six months. Six months of Castiel saying there's a cat when there isn't. Him and Sam are past worried now. They're just annoyed. Cat food costs money. Especially fucking fancy feast.

Castiel just ignores Dean, walking over to the cat litter and picking up the bucket they always get.

Another 15 dollars.

"You need to get a job," Dean grumbles.

Castiel glares at him. "You and Sam don't have jobs."

"Well - yeah, okay. You're right." Dean huffs. "But we hunt."

"I would hunt if you would just let me!"

"You could get hurt. You're fragile now."

The look Castiel gives him is harsh enough to make Dean cower. Literally cower. Before he can come up with some sort of half-assed apology, Castiel says, "I'm human - just like you guys."

"Cas, I didn't mean-"

"And I'm clearly not that fragile. Are you forgetting the sex we had last night? Pretty sure if I was fragile that would have broken me."

Dean blushes, which is absolutely adorable and would make Castiel smile if he wasn't pissed. "Cas, babe-"

"No no no. Don't you 'babe' me Dean Winchester! Even on damn house arrest, I still help! I do research for you guys when you hunt." Castiel folds his arms over his chest and tips his chin up indignantly. "And it's not my fault Einstein doesn't like you."

"Who says he doesn't like me?" Dean asks, unable to stop himself from feeling offended.

"Because he only comes out when you're gone!" Castiel pauses. He straightens his back and looks at Dean with a slow smile, feeling slightly giddy. "You just acted like you believe he's real."

"What?"

"You asked 'who says he doesn't like me?' which was an acknowledgement of his existence."

Dean scowls. "No... I just meant, ya know, if he did exist... he would totally like me."

When Castiel does nothing but smirk, Dean pushes the cart away and grumbles under his breath, "Fucking cat would love me... doesn't even exist."

----

"Holy shit!" Dean stares at the thing on his stomach with wide eyes. He makes sure to keep as still as possible, not wanting to scare it away.

"I told you," Castiel says with a cocky smile.

"Holy shit." Dean tilts his head to the side and yells, "Sammy! Sammy holy shit get in here! Fast!"

Sam comes barreling through the cracked open door that the cat must have slipped through, out of breath and panicked. His gun is stretched out in front of him as he scans the room. When his eyes fall on the cat, he startles. Dean's glad he doesn't shoot, considering the cat is using him as a perch at the moment. "Holy shit!"

Then he sees that Dean and Castiel are naked and groans, turning around quickly. "Disgusting. Uggggh. Put some damn clothes on and come into the living room. I want to cuddle that elusive little asshole."

"Go away. He's ours first," Dean says with a scowl. He chuckles when the cat's tail brushes against his cheek. Then he sneezes violently, his whole body bucking forward. The cat makes a weird little meowing-screaming sound before running off. Sam tries to catch him but Einstein is way too fast.

"Way to go Dean."

Dean is about to bark something mean back at Sam when he sneezes again. Then again. And again.

"Shit." Dean rubs at his itchy eyes. "I think I'm allergic."

Castiel snorts - which is a tad rude considering Castiel's boyfriend is going to die because of his damn cat.

"Cat has to go." Dean sneezes again. "Gotta go."

"Maybe you should go," Castiel says in response.

"What?!?" Dean sits up and looks over at Sam, in need of some big brother backup. Except Sam is gone. Somewhere off in the distance yelling for Einstein. "I hate this cat."

"We'll buy ya allergy meds."

"Okay..." Dean sniffles pathetically. "Does he really not like me?"

Castiel smiles. "He hasn't met you yet. I'm sure once he does, he'll like you."

"Damn right he will." Dean wipes his nose. "I'm risking my life for him. He better love me."

"Whatever you say, dear."

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bigsnzstanacct · 5 years ago

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Captain A

A piece of C*ptain A/mer/ica ABSOLUTE crackfic bc I wanted to imagine Ch/ri/s E/van/s with sneezes that can blow out walls and apparently I didn’t want to have a plot. Not canon compliant in the slightest.

“Ahhh… AHHHHHH…”

“Oh shit, hit the deck, Stevie’s gonna…” Bucky said.

The other two just looked at him like he was crazy.

“What are you talking about?”

“AAAAHHHHH… AHHHHHHHHHHHH… O-out of the…”

“Stevie’s gonna blow!”

The two strangers just stared, like they had no clue what was about to happen. For a second, the realization crossed Bucky’s mind, but he only had half a second to realize, think about how bad this was gonna hurt, and lunge towards them, putting enough strength to knock Captain America to the ground in his leap… “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH-CCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Classic Stevie sneeze, a perfectly enunciated ah-choo, as American as apple pie and with all the power of a good old-fashioned American detonation of a few tons of good-old fashion American TNT.

When the dust settled—and it was a good thing the dust didn’t set him off again, maybe the years had pushed Steve past his allergy to plaster dust—Bucky was on top of, well, Bucky as well as Steve, the other Steve. And of course, a large chunk of the wall of the SHIELD safe house they were in was blasted to kingdom come. And Bucky’s shoulder hurt.

“Sorry, fellas.” Stevie said, obviously trying to put Captain into his tone, though his flushed cheeks gave him away, as ever. He was always embarrassed when he gave into his allergies accidentally, back when he was tiny little Stevie and after the serum, when he was big, massive Stevie. Tiny Stevie had been embarrassed of his body, of the harsh fits of sneezing that seemed too powerful for his small frame, and yet oddly gentle. Massive Steve was embarrassed of losing control of a body with enough power to smash through walls… which of course he’d done, again. As usual.

“Don’t be sorry Steve. That was a little one for you. At least you didn’t blast the whole building down.” Bucky said, walking up to Steve and rubbing his back. “And you gotta let ‘em out, you know holding it back doesn’t do anybody any good, not now. We’re not trying to stealth our way through Germany anymore.”

Meanwhile the other Steve and the other Bucky just stood, mouths hanging wide open, astonished at what they’d just witnessed. At least, they did for a moment, until the Winter Soldier’s eyes narrowed in a way that meant “threat”, and Bucky Barnes looked up at Steve Rodgers in a way that meant “threat?” and Captain America assured went into “assessing the situation” mode, with a soft “it’s all right, Buck.”

“So… what exactly just happened here?” Other Steve asked, and Bucky had to bite his cheek to avoid laughing. He couldn’t help, though, elbowing his Steve in the ribs and saying, “I told you so.”

Steve just rolled his eyes, and said straightforwardly, “I sneezed.”

The Other Steve just stared him down, obviously not satisfied with that answer. Bucky was really fighting not to laugh now. “I told you, punk, of all the Steve Rodgerses in all the universes, you’re the only one where the A in Captain A stands for…”

Steve put one hand up, and used the other to elbow Bucky in the ribs, much harder than Bucky had elbowed him, which set the dark-haired man back a few paces, doubled over. That hurt!

“Jerk.” Steve said.

“Punk.” Buck spat back.

The Other Steve was rubbing his temples by now, obviously exasperated and in part fighting to avoid smiling himself, the old Brooklyn banter having put him in an old Brooklyn mood. “Alright, alright. Calm down you two. Listen, Rogers,” Other Steve said, walking towards his doppelgänger with narrowing eyes. “we both know that wasn’t just a sneeze. Are you telling me that in whatever alternate universe we’ve stumbled ourselves into, I’m a walking, building-destroying uncontrollable biological weapon?”

“Well, not completely uncontrollable, we have some tricks…” Bucky started, before Steve cut in with, “Yep, Cap. That’s about the size of it. It comes in handy more than you’d think.”

Other Steve’s eyes narrowed further. “You all got a Hulk here?”

“Yep.”

“You two must be a holy terror together.”

“There’s a few buildings that would agree with you, yeah.”

Other Steve paused, clearly considering it in a Captain America way the tactical pros and cons. Then he frowned. “But how often does… that happen.” Other Steve said, gesturing towards the wall. It wasn’t the totally reinforced steel of a primary SHIELD safehouse, but it the usual sturdy construction of a SHIELD lab, and he had just witnessed an alternate universe version of himself sneeze a hole through it large enough for two Hulks and a Thor to walk through comfortably, side by side.

Back in the day, Bucky would have stepped in to defend Stevie’s honor but even though there was a blush high in Stevie’s cheeks that Bucky liked to think only he could see—though if there were any other folks presently in the universe who’d see it, it was Other Bucky and Other Steve—Bucky knew that Steve was capable of explaining his whole nasal… situation just fine. Even if it did deeply embarrass him.

“I do my best to keep things under wraps. But, can I assume you also had pretty severe allergies as a youngster?” Steve asked. His doppleganger nodded. “Well while it seems that for most other versions of Steve Rodgers the serum destroyed those allergies, for me it didn’t. My allergies haven’t gotten any better. If anything they got more severe, more sensitive when I got the serum. These sneezes are this super-sized body responding to any threat it sees, with violent force. I can fight it, and I do. Bucky and I have a few tricks when what I can do fails. But honestly, from time to time I lose control. I can’t always fight my allergies. So, when I can’t fight the sneezes, I assess. I’ve gotten very, very good at assessing the difference between a sneeze that would do that…” he said, gesturing at the hole in the wall, “and a sneeze that would bring the ceiling down on our heads. That sneeze was the former. If I had tried to fight it off though…” Steve pointed to the ceiling and mimed it falling down. “Sometimes a controlled detonation is an acceptable outcome. Does that make sense, soldier?”

Other Steve still eyed Stevie uncertainly, but Stevie had gotten better at this, Bucky thought. Right after he got the serum, nearly blew New York City to bits with a fit of sun-induced sneezes and got shunted to show duty as far away from feathers, fans, and flowers as possible, Stevie had been terribly awkward: about his body, about his allergies, about his powers. But now, to see him so confident… it warmed Bucky’s heart a little, it did. And if his confidence could stand up to Captain America’s scrutiny—even that of a different Captain America—well, Bucky had to give credit where credit was due.

At last, Other Steve nodded. “I don’t like it, but I get it. Bucky knows,” Other Steve said, tossing his head back towards his Bucky. “before I got the serum, I got sneezin’ fits that felt like they could turn my lungs inside out. And if my allergies were even worse, and in this body… I get it. You’re makin’ the best of it, I know that much.” Other Steve said, Brooklyn creeping into the tones of his voice, as it often did when he reminisced on old times.

“Well glahhh… g-glad you g-get it, soldier, cause…” Steve was already scrunching his nose. Maybe he wasn’t so immune to plaster dust as Bucky had hoped.

“Step back boys!” Bucky called out, “you wanna be behind him when he’s about to blow…”

Steve walked towards the hole he’d created—clearly what was coming on was closer to a “blow down the house” level sneeze than the previous “hole in the walls” sneeze.

“hhhEEEEHHHHHhhhh… HHHHUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh… b-biHHHHHhhh… big wuhhHHHHHHHH… HUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH…”

“Oh shit. Did he just say…” Bucky warned. “Oh shit. Guys, uh… you might wanna take cover…”

“HHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..” it was a vast, smooth gasp in, his chest swelling perceptibly as more air and more air and more air fllled Captain America’s super-strength lungs, preparing to be expelled with all the strength in Captain America’s body. He’d walked right to the edge of the hole he blew in the wall. Several large trees swayed in the breeze as Steve sucked in air, leaves flying off in a swirl of colors, before being joined by twigs snapped off, and then branches.

Bucky shouted over the immense bellows of Steve’s inward gasps: “When they get this big, he pulls in a lot of debris, make sure you don’t get hit!”

And indeed, soon it wasn’t just small branches flying, it was a wall of dust big enough for a dust storm, it was rocks dredged up from the ground, and trees were being uprooted even by his heavy breaths. It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. It seemed as though the entire world was swirling around the storm system that had Stevie’s itchy, irritated nose as its epicenter. As terrifying as Steve’s big sneezes could be, Bucky noticed, not for the first time, there was something almost beautiful about it, about how much power the formerly-little, presently-huge Steve Rogers was uncontrollably summoning, and how something far far far tinier pushed him to this uncontrollable precipice.

It was just a few more huge gasps, each one seeming to shake the building’s foundations: “HUUUUUUUH! HEEEUUHHHHHHHHHH! HUUUUH!”

And then the explosion.

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

He doubled over with the force of it, and Bucky couldn’t help but notice—even amidst all the chaos—the round bubble of Steve’s butt, practically shaking in sympathy as the roar of a sneeze mastered his heroic frame. He aimed it towards the hole in the wall, but the force of the sneeze blew an even wider section of the wall out impossibly far, further than the ordinary eye could see, though once the dust settled and Steve recovered, this crew could spot where the debris of the sneeze landed what seemed like a mile away. That debris included every tree in a hundred feet, uprooted and tossed like a twig from the wild destructive force of Steve’s sneeze. If he’d aimed the wrong way, he’d have probably blasted the whole safehouse a mile down the road. It was at least a Hulk level of destruction, but Bucky wouldn’t want to lay a wager either way. It would come down to how mad the Hulk was—and how allergic Steve was.

As the dust cleared, Other Steve and Other Bucky stood up from their crouched position, surveying the damage. With a whistle, Other Steve said, “that, I take it, was a big one.”

That slight blush was heating Steve’s cheeks again. “It was above-average” was his very diplomatic response. Obviously Other Steve knew a political response when he heard one, but obviously decided to let it slide.

For a second, Bucky noticed Steve’s nose twitching, and he thought he might succumb to another sneeze… but then he straightened up, gave a hard sniff, and smiled sheepishly at the group, one hand behind his head, looking for all the world like little Stevie from Brooklyn, having stolen from the cookie jar.

“So, uh, yeah. That’s why they call me Captain Allergy.”

— Two things that didn’t make it into this fic that I nonetheless wish to share:

Steve’s sneezes get bigger every time he tries to hold back. He didn’t let the first sneeze out full force, ergo the even bigger second sneeze. And eventually the sneeze he fought off at the end (bucky was right that was definitely a nostril flare) is gonna come out. That will be a big one.

(Other) Bucky: “So that’s your secret? You’re always sneezy?”

#snz story #male allergies #gigantic sneezes #snz fanfic

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inconvenient-sneezes · 5 years ago

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sam + cat allergies

Crazy Cat Ladies

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“You ready?” Dean asked, pulling the Impala into the witness’ driveway and glancing at Sam.

“As always,” he replied, and the two stepped out of the vehicle.

Dean had barely reached up to knock on the door when an elderly lady answered it. “Hello?”

“Hi.” Sam smiled warmly. “I’m Agent Lincoln and this is Agent...”

“Clay,” Dean supplied helpfully.

“Right. We’re with the FBI, investigating the death of your daughter, Susan.”

The woman’s eyes were brimming with tears. “Yes. Susie. Come in, come in.”

She led the boys through the house, into the living room. The brothers sat on the couch while she perched in front of them on a rocking chair. “What can I do for you boys?”

“We just want to know what happened to Susan,” Dean told her, taking out a notebook. “Tell us everything you know.”

As she began talking, Sam took the opportunity to turn away and scrub at his nose. All of a sudden, it was itchy and tickling like mad. He rubbed it a bit harder and took an experimental sniff, which proved to be a mistake.

“Hah! Hh’HNGSSXH!” He sneezed loudly into a fist, a failed stifle, making both his brother and the victim jump. “Wow. Um, excuse me.”

“Uh... bless you?” Dean quirked an eyebrow, speaking in a language only they knew. You okay?

Sam nodded. Fine.

“Well,” the woman began. “I had just dropped off Susan’s granddaughter Martie off at ballet—”

“Excuseme—” Sam rushed to get the words out before turning away from the pair and letting off a series of sneezes. “Hh’KSHH! Hup’XSHSHH! Hah... huhH! Huh’XSHHOO’uh!”

“Bless you, dear. Coming down with a cold?” She smiled at him politely.

Sam wiped at his streaming, red eyes, trying to look composed. “N-no ma’am.”

These sneezes were starting to sound like his allergy sneezes and Dean knew it too. “Do you have a cat?” Dean asked, setting the notepad aside.

The woman nodded. “Mmhmm. Three. Cocoa, Mary, and Butters.”

Sam’s stomach tightened instinctively. “P-pardon— hh’TSCH! Eh’TCHOO! Hihhh... ihhh... ih’SHHP! Her’ESHH! Hehh... ahhH!” The youngest Winchester gasped, desperate for the sneeze to come out.

Dean stood up. “Um, Agent... Lincoln? Maybe we should—”

“Huh’ARSCHHSHHHH!” By now, Sam’s trembling nose was running and he held his wrist against it in an attempt at composure.

“Sorry ma’am,” Dean apologized, dragging his brother by the arm. “Allergies. We’ll, uh, be right back.”

“Oh, of course!”

Dean helped his brother out the door, who was still helplessly trying to get the sneezes out. “Hh! H-huhhhh... hihH!”

“Take it easy, Big Guy,” he told Sam, helping him into the car. “I think you just made history. What was that, 11 billion sneezes?”

Sam glared at him through glassy eyes. “C-cahhhh... c-cad you dot?”

“Okay, sorry. I’m gonna finish up with this lady. You just uh.... you just wait here.”

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sfgooglebooks · 6 years ago

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The Sergeant's Christmas Mission by Joanna Sims

"Do I need to sign a new lease or are you giving me notice?" Shane asked. His previous landlady, Ginny Martin, had passed away and his lease had expired while her will was in probate. There was a shortage of housing in Bozeman, Montana; if he got kicked out of his apartment, he would most likely have to return to Sugar Creek Ranch, his family's cattle spread.

Rebecca, who held her body stiffly and had an anxious, worried look hovering in her eyes, glanced over her shoulder at her two boys before answering.

"I'm not here to kick you out," she told him. "I thought we'd see how it goes until the end of the month. Aunt Ginny always spoke so highly of you."

"All right." Shane nodded with a deadpan expression that didn't reflect his relief. It looked like, at least for now, Ginny was still looking out for him.

"I have to get my boys to school." She glanced at her phone to check the time. "We're running late. As usual."

"Okay. Well. Nice meetin' ya." Shane opened his door, about to walk back inside and get back to the business of finding a beer and lying back down on the couch, when Rebecca stopped him.

"Wait." She waved her hand at him. "This wasn't a social call."

Rebecca jogged over to the spot where her sons had been waiting for her, picked up the squirming kitten, and headed his way with her two boys following along behind her.

Great, Shane thought. I threw one back and four jumped into the boat.

"We found this poor little kitten under the front porch this morning." Rebecca held up the wiggly, bedraggled kitten for him to see. "Is it yours?"

Shane got within three feet of the scraggly black-and-white kitten and started to sneeze.

"No." He shook his head. He had always been highly allergic.

"Then we can keep him," the younger of the two boys said to his mom.

"I'm sorry, Caleb," Rebecca said in a soft, but firm, tone. "We can't.”

She handed the older boy the keys to the car. "Carson, you and your brother wait for me in the car. I'll be right there."

The kitten was making a high-pitched cry and Shane had a feeling the little creature was hungry, thirsty, and missing its mom.

"I'm not sure what to do with him." Rebecca tried, unsuccessfully, to soothe the kitten. "I can't just lock him up in the house. I don't have a kitty box or food. Is there a shelter in town? Do you know?"

She talked so fast that Shane couldn't figure out when he was supposed to respond. That high-pitched crying noise was making his headache worse. While he was trying to figure out a solution to the problem, the kitten finally managed to twist out of Rebecca's hands; the moment it hit the ground, the kitten bolted through the crack in his front door, into his house.

"Oh!" Rebecca exclaimed. "I'm so sorry! I'll go get him."

The last thing he wanted was for his new landlady, who held the fate of his address in her hands, to venture into his dungeon. No one went in there and that's how he liked it.

"No." Shane blocked her path. "You're late. Get your boys to school. I'll catch the kitten."

"Catch?" She had turned away, paused and turned halfway back to him, the expression on her face concerned.

"Not in a mean way. I'm allergic." He tried to reassure her. "But I love all animals."

Rebecca hesitated for a moment longer, appearing to be conflicted. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He frowned at her, not liking how distrustful she was of him. "I've got this."

She thanked him, seemingly relieved to have a solution for the kitten, and without glancing back at him, jogged toward the carport on the other side of the house.

Shane scratched his long beard with a yawn as he shut the front door of his house.

"Damn." The soldier stood in his galley kitchen, noticing, as if for the first time, how truly messy his small garage apartment had become. It was a dump. And it smelled.

On his way to the living room, Shane picked up the clothing and trash on the floor. If the kitten wanted to remain hidden in this disaster zone, he could do it. The first thing he really needed to do was get some light into the place. So Shane did something that he hadn't done in months - he opened the curtains and let the sunlight in.

Balls of dust were kicked up into the air when he yanked open the curtains. Coughing, Shane waved the air in front of his face. Dust was going up his nose and into his throat. After he got his coughing under control, Shane began the task of finding the kitten.

He'd always had horrible allergies, and now, with the dust stirred up and a kitten on the loose, he was sneezing one sneeze after another.

"Quit it!" Shane snapped, frustrated at his own nose. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper out of the bathroom, knowing that a box of tissues hadn't entered his apartment ever, and blew his nose every couple of minutes while he tried to find the kitten.

He searched the living room, picked up the trash as he went. The kitten wasn't there. Shane made a second cursory inspection of the tiny bathroom before he headed into his cramped bedroom. He tried to flip on the single overhead light, but then realized that the bulb had burned out sometime last month. Or maybe it was the month before that.

"Recon." He spoke to his companion. "You haven't seen a renegade kitten, have you?"

Shane tried to open the curtain covering the window in the bedroom. When it didn't move, he yanked a little too hard and the entire structure, curtain and curtain rod, crashed onto the ground at his feet.

More dust sprayed into the air, making Shane cough and sputter. "Damn it!"

This day was not going according to his usual plan. He should still be sleeping off his hangover, not worrying about a stowaway kitten.

Shane used a dirty T-shirt he found on the floor to wipe his eyes and his face. Then he balled up the T-shirt and threw it back down on the floor. Recon had lifted his head and was watching him curiously. That was when Shane noticed that his canine companion was harboring the kitten.

"Recon." The ex-soldier walked over to the side of the bed he rarely used. "Didn't I just ask you about this kitten?"

The kitten was curled up tightly in a ball between Recon's legs. The only way the kitten could have gotten up onto the bed was if Recon had put the kitten in his mouth like a chew toy and lifted him.

"Look, buddy. Don't get attached. You hear me?" Shane stared at the odd pair. "That kitten's not staying."

But, when he reached his hands out to take the kitten from the safe haven, Recon growled. Recon never growled at him.

"What was that?" Shane asked, surprised. He pulled his hands back.

Recon rested his head on his paws, providing complete cover for the sleeping kitten.

The soldier stood by the bed, stumped by his dog's behavior. Recon was acting as if he was protecting a favored toy. Recon had always been friendly to cats and kids; he looked big and scary, but he was a sweet dog. But he'd never adopted a kitten before.

"Listen to me, Recon. I'm going to clean up and then I'm coming back for that kitten. So be prepared." Shane pointed his finger at Recon with a sneeze. "You can't keep him."

"I really appreciate you trying to fix this for me," Rebecca said. "My sons make a ton of laundry."

"Boys tend to do that." Shane pulled the dryer from the wall.

"Yes, they do."

Before he opened the back of the dryer, Shane pulled the discharge line - the large silver tube hooking the dryer to the vent - out of the wall. "Well, here's some of the problem."

"Oh, my gosh." Rebecca peeked over his shoulder. "Is that all lint in there?"

"It's packed." Shane began to pull the tightly packed lint out of the line.

"You know, I had a brand-new front-loading washer and dryer, but I sold them because there was a washer and dryer listed in the will. I had no idea that they were the same washer and dryer that Aunt Ginny had when I was a kid."

"Your aunt liked to hang on to things, that's for sure." The memory of Ginny brought a brief smile to his face.

Shane sneezed several times, and once the discharge line was unclogged, he pulled some tissues out of his pants pocket and blew his nose. He was still sneezing from Top and his eyes were driving him nuts because they were so itchy.

"Is that from the lint or the kitten?"

He sneezed again. "I've never been allergic to lint."

"Shane."

"Yeah?"

"Have you seen your eyes?"

"No." He blew his nose again. "But they itch like crazy."

"They are swollen. And red."

"That explains it, then." Shane pushed the dryer sideways so he could remove the back.

"I'm going to get you some over-the-counter allergy medicine. I always have some on hand because of Carson."

"No need to bother." He knelt down by the dryer. Rebecca heard him, but ignored him. She disappeared into the house while he unscrewed the back of the dryer.

Once the back was off, Shane was sure he'd found a second cause of the problem. He had cleaned a large ball of lint out of the discharge line connection that was located inside of the dryer when Rebecca returned.

"That's disgusting," she exclaimed. "How has this dryer not caught on fire?"

"Luck."

"Here - take these. Generic Benadryl."

Shane decided to just go along with Rebecca; she had that motherly look on her face and he knew better than to fight those instincts.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Hi."

Shane was in the middle of a sneezing fit when Rebecca showed up at his door. Top had been home for a couple of weeks and one of her favorite places to sleep was curled up in the space between his shoulder and neck. He tried many different sleeping configurations - Recon and the kitten in the living room and him in the bed, or Recon with him in the bed - but nothing worked. Someone was unhappy unless they were all together. So Shane had given up and given in, and the kitten got to sleep where she wished. And he just dealt with the sneezing and swollen, itchy eyes. It wasn't the worst thing he'd ever dealt with in his life.

"Hi." He sneezed again.

"Bless you."

"Thank you."

“Kitten?"

He nodded as he blew his nose.

Rebecca showed him a pile of papers in her hand. "I have the new lease for you to review and sign."

He nodded. "Come on in. I'll look it over and sign it now."

Rebecca handed him the papers and immediately dropped to the ground on her knees to show Recon and the kitten some attention. Shane sat down on a bar stool at the small kitchen bar and began to read over the lease. It was standard - no real surprises. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Top turn upside down in front of Rebecca, her black-and-pink paw pads up in the air, batting a feather toy the landlady was holding.

"Top! You've already gotten so big!"

Shane hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, but he had fallen in love with that little rascal of a kitten. Yes, he had to load up on boxes of tissues and allergy medicine, but he didn't mind. Top was the funniest, sweetest little soul he'd ever encountered. And Recon and the kitten were best friends.

#allergies #caretaking #coughing #dust #fit #male #mess free #noseblowing #tissues

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bleepblopbloop56 · 6 years ago

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Motorcycle au again

Okay so originallyni wasnt planning on posting anymore for this motercycle au but fuck it its my blog i do what i want

Sexuality

Logan is gay and demi

Roman is pan

Virgil doesn't know what he is

Neither does patton

Deceit is bi

Rem doesnt know and doesnt care (and ace)

Gender

Logan is cis male he/him

Roman is cis male he/him

Virgil is trans boy he/him

Pattons non-binary they/them he/him

And deceit is genderfluid she/her he/him they/them

Remy is cis male he/him

Their jobs (incase i didnt say already i dont remember)

Virgil works at starbuck and runs a youtube channel

Logan is a professor

Roman is an actor

Patton works as a vet

Remy and dee work together as a mechanic (well remy is dee isnt aloud to touch the shit)

Here are some questions about the au my friend @virgilswritings me

Virgil's yt name? Anxious Nightmare. His fans call him anxiety for the longest time and he would always joke that hell tell them his name when he hits a million. Well suprise suprise, he does eventually get there and he has to tell them since he promised

Does Roman dream of going to Broadway? He does! Ever since he was a child hes wanted to go to brodway and he so close to getting there now that his names out there

Will Virgil be ok with that? Of course he would be! He knows how much roman wants this and triesto suport him no matter what

If Roman did go to Broadway would he follow him? Risking comfortable setup for his love? (Idk where that came from lmao)Virgil would follow him to the end of the world.

Has Patton ever seen a rescue in his clinic and tried to take it home? He wants to take every animal he sees, but logan doesnt think they have time for an animal right now. Patton does always make sure they get to a good home, or at least go to a shelter he knows will take care of them

Additionally do they already have an animal? Logan says they dont have the time for it now, and offers maybe a fish but patton cant pet a fish.For his birthday logan decides he might be able to acomidate one (this backfires hillariously on logan, ill tell ya later)

Additionally additionally, how many times has Logan had to tell him that they cant keep the animal? Patton calls him at least 3 times a week to ask if they can keep one, usually in tears

If Patton works at the clinic does that mean he cant be around the cats? He has some very strong allergy pils he takes every morning before work that calm it down a bunch.

Does he just stand out of the cat section with puppy doge eyes while another co-worker has to litterally push him away before he starts sneezing like crazy? On mornings when he forgets them definetly.

“Patton no you forgot your allergy medicine, your eyes are alredy red and itchy”

“He needs help!”

“The others have got him its fine”

Is Logan one of those cool teachers? Tries to be cool and the kids just pat his back and laugh at how hard hes trying? He tires to remain fairly professional with his students but does ocasionally try to joke with them. The big nerds find it hilarious, the normal students give him pitty laughs (logan absoluetley loves when he can make them laugh, he feels so proud of himself

How close is Logan with his students? They love him, hes an amazing teacher and even anxious students can tell him they dont understand because they know he wont be upset. He will explain everything in as many ways as possible to make sure they undertand. So yes, hes pretty close with them.

How many times has he had to stay up grading papers? All the time, he wants to get his work dont as soon as possible but pat always keeps him company, or to convince him to head to bed

Is Dee a pathological liar?Tho i would imagine it would be about stupid little things. Hes more of a sarcastic peice of shit.like “dee did you eat the last cookie?”

“Nooo i would nevverr do that”

“bitch-”

Does he ever have trouble conveying when hes which gender? Does Remy just know? He has a hard time figuring it out sometimes but once he figures it out he can just kinda scream it out

Like sitting around the house

“F E M A L E”

*from the other room* “Got it sweet heart”

How much coffee does Remy drink a day? As much as he can afford and get his hands on, he usually swichesto tea after 5 pm to get make sure he can get to sleep some nights ( unless its a night when things are running behind, then hell chug until he can see sunlight)

And does Dee try to steal some? Of course he does, every time he sees rem

If Dee does steal some how does Remy react? It varies between playful slaps on the hand to bat his hand away, or allowing him to sip before taking it away and getting him his own cup

I have more but for now this should be cool

#thomas sanders #sander sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #motorcycle au #i hope it was okay im posting these questions #i dont remmeber if i asked or not #ill take it down if its not okay

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dontfeeltoohot · 7 years ago

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It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas // Evanstan // G // Lots of sniffles and relaxing for our guys as they decorate a bit for Christmas after a Con. Enjoy!!

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Chris snuffles into Seb’s shoulder, arms wrapped around his guys small waist from behind, trying to work out the tickle in his sinuses that’s been annoying him the past few minutes. Sebastian is working on putting string lights on the tree they’ve put up, and when Chris curls in close, he leans back into him.

“Love you,” Seb says, voice congested and sick, just like Chris’s. They’d been at a Con three days prior and had unavoidably come down with whatever germs everyone else had been spreading.

Chris smiles and nuzzles closer, but pauses when his breath hitches. He tightens his arms around Seb and his eyes flutter shut, nostrils damp with illness as his chest constricted.

“H’IStchhh! Eishhh’oo! Snf! God,” Chris groans and tries his best to wipe off where he’s just sneezed on his boyfriend, even if Seb doesn’t seem to care. He mainly just pets Chris’s hair and tells him it’s okay.

They get through stringing a few more strands, and Chris taking out all the ornaments from their boxes, before one of them sneezes again. Since they woke up, there’s been constant sniffles and sneezes and while it’s not the most ideal day, they both wanted rest, and this is a sure fire way to make sure it happens.

Sebastian starts talking to Chris, smiling over at him, looking a little sleepy.

“I was thinking after we finished the tree we could reheat some of the soup Scott brought us?” Seb says, nose twitching.. It’s pink and irritated and Chris wants to hug him close, seeing his guy look sick like this.

Chris is about to respond when Sebastian’s breath hitches wildly and he quickly brings an arm over his face.

“ihh’kTSCH! h’xsst! Sohh-ishhh! Ishh’ihh! Snf! S-Sorry,” he coughs after, knowing his nose is probably streaming and he looks highly unattractive. Chris goes to bless him but is interrupted by his own cold.

“Seb, Baby, it’s -ihh’tshhiew! Huh’pmstchh!” He muffled the second sneeze into his shoulder, rubbing his face into the sweater he stole from his guy. Sebastian pets at Chris’s hair and when he finishes, presses a kiss to his temple.

“Kinda crazy how fast then cambe on huh?” Chris asks, coughing lowly as he flops down onto the couch, waiting for the lights to be finished. Seb nods from where he’s finishing the last strand.

“I know cons this time of year are especially bad for germs but this is awful,” Seb says through his persistent sniffles. When his nose wont stop, he gets up and grabs a tissue, balling it up in his hand and pressing it to his nose tenderly. His throats starting to actually hurt and he’s getting achy, though that could be from squatting so long to do the Christmas lights. When he shivers, Chris is next to him seconds after, holding out one of his personal jackets, grey and soft from his Boston days. Seb pulls it on and zips it up, giving Chris a tiny smile.

“Now it’s even,” he jokes, looking at his sweater Chris is wearing.

“Yeah, guess ihh-it is.” Sebastian watches as Chris’s nostrils flare and his head tips back just slightly. He can see the slight sickly mess running down from the others nose so Seb takes his tissue he’s got in his hand and brushed it up against Chris’s nostrils and the divet of his upper lip to get him cleaned up. It only makes Chris’s nose twitch more, all coldish and pink and Chris’s hand flys up to catch Seb’s, pressing his hand, and more importantly, the tissue, closer to his face to catch the itchy sounding sneezes that make their way out.

“Huhmpftshh! Snfsnf! Uh’ixxtchh! Ishh!”

Seb rubs the tissue roughly against Chris’s nose, knowing exactly how feels at that moment. Needing to make the tickle stop.

Chris lets go of his hand and blushes a bit, mumbling thank you as he grabs his own tissue to blow his nose. Seb’s starting to feel really coldish, all fuzzy around the edges as Chris leads him to the kitchen so they can heat up soup now instead of later.

As they wait, Seb pulls Chris close, kissing his cheeks and then forehead.

“You feel kinda warm babe. Why don’t you go lie down? I got this,” Seb suggests, rubbing in between Chris’s shoulder blades. Normally Chris would argue and protest but today he’s exhausted and feeling sick so he kisses Seb softly, mumbling that he’s the best ever, and then heads to their bedroom to get cozy under their bed covers.

#my fic #sweet boys

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octaviainthewasteland · 7 years ago

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Haribo Hearts

AO3

Summary: "Once we are born, we begin to forget The very reason we came But you I’m sure I’ve met Long before the night the stars went out We’re meeting up again"

Rating: Teen and Up

Artist’s work: by amazing @zoemaru boop

Beta: BIG THANKS TO @sondeneige for being patient with my sorry ass and making this work much easier to read.

Thanks to @pidgebigbang for organizing the event!!!

“But you can love other people, right?”

Mum falters, and together over her and the dough, which she has stopped kneading, settles an odd silence. Like when someone asks for a question to be repeated, as if they have not heard it, but they definitely have, they are just trying to buy time to put the social puzzle together, to understand if it is a trick or a genuine question, because, really, who asks that kind of question anyway?

“Of course,” she says eventually, pinching Katie’s cheek and leaving sticky fingerprints, “I love you, for one. And Matt.”

Katie frowns and wipes her cheek with sudden ferocity.

“You know what I mean. Of course…”

Of course you love us. We are your children.

Of course you love dad. He is your soulmate.

The pie ends up mediocre, but after all, mum has never claimed to be a perfect housewife. Katie’s parents met in the office. Two kids, a dog, guests sometimes on Fridays and a few journalists here and there. They are a normal middle-class family, a specimen of the intellectual elite. They have never been stopped in the middle of a street for an autograph, but the wall of the staircase is covered in photos from school science fairs. In these photos, Sam Holt is always surrounded by excited kids with their volcanoes and planes and other projects.

Katie glares at these photos, munching on a piece of the pie, which has been highly praised by dad and has always been completely tasteless. There is no point in lowering her eyes to her shoulder, the lines are not visible. Not yet, only under the bright light and only if she squints, she can make out some general figures – but she can feel a little swelling under the tips of her fingers. First there was just an itchy patch of skin, and now this. Her mark is beginning to appear, right when dad and Matt have begun to get ready for their Kerberos expedition, and they are going without her, and it means that she would have to apply to the Garrison in their absence. Her application is going to be successful, no doubt, how can they reject one of the Holts?

Before, she used to love the idea of being accepted to the Garrison, but when all the action happens somewhere else, and she will be stuck in the dusty classrooms, behind a tiny desk.While dad and Matt will be exploring the universe and will be the first people to go so deep in space?

And now, of all times, she is reminded about all that soulmate crap. Someone’s writing, someone’s name on her, like a stamp, an official sign that now she belongs to someone else. No funny story at the table in fifty years: “Oh, I met your grandpa by accident…” Because everything is set. She knows. They know. Everybody knows.

To be fair, it is not like she has her doubts about her parents loving each other. Nonetheless, isn’t it so cruelly ironic? So many movies and books, plots and stories about a person, who is about to get married but meets their soulmate and it changes their whole life? They’re unable to resist, and is it realistically possible to resist, and if it is, why doesn’t anybody resist?

It may be another way for Mother Nature to ensure the procreation of humanity. But what about people who cannot biologically or psychologically or plainly do not wish to procreate? To begin with, there would not be any same-sex soulmates, then. They have been taught in history about the LGBT movement, and one of their mottos has been: “The Universe is never wrong”.

The Universe is never wrong.

Katie shakes off the crumbs and leans on the banister, listening to soft voices of her parents in the living room. So what would Descartes think about all this? Did he have a soulmate?

Cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore I am. Without doubting there is no existing. Then how can they study the theory of knowledge and that blind faith in the authority is dangerous, and then just accept something so unexplainable? Some time ago people believed the Earth was flat, and they imprisoned Galileo because he doubted that. If now they know that they can be wrong about something as big as the Earth, how can they not doubt ‘the universe’s choice’?

Katie does not believe in God, and refuses to abide by a random choice.

The invisible mark on her skin is itching.

“We’re so sorry.”

“My condolences.”

“Katie, tears are normal. It’s okay to be sad.”

But the thing is, she is not sad. She is angry. She swallows hot tears, peeved by her own powerlessness, with mum’s apathy, with Iverson’s annoyed expression that morphs into pity, with the guard’s indifference, when they drag her out. Let them not even hope she would comply. That she would surrender, she twists and turns like a crazy cat. She scratches and bites them, tries to kick or head butt anyone at arm’s length, and she screams, screams, screams – cadets, who pass by, look at her, immediately recognizing the Holts’ girl.

“Poor thing.”

“What a nightmare.”

Sympathetic faces are fusing into a whirlpool, and it makes her sick, and she throws up in the ‘ladies room’, her whole body shuddering. Sobs become coughs, then slowly turn into frantic hiccups, and it is all lies that it gets better. It doesn’t. Not a bit. Just worse. Because the Kerberos accident has already become yesterday’s news, and they “have to move forward”. Because they never told them the truth, thinking that some quick excuses would ever be enough to bury two empty coffins, so they would stop asking and simply give up. The flowers at the little memorial have not withered yet, and already everyone seems to have forgotten about Sam and Matt Holt. And Shiro. He hasn’t even got a coffin, as he had wanted to be cremated, for his ashes to be scattered from as high as a bird flies. He has even chosen a pilot to perform that. Yet there is nothing to scatter.

She grits her teeth. Not yet. No coffins and no ashes yet. Even if everyone gives up, even if nobody else in the whole world gives a shit about them – she will not forget, she will find them and bring them back. Everyone knows the Holts’ girl, but no one knows a Gunderson’s boy.

It gives her its own twisted glee. She has never been considered pretty, not that it ever bothered her. Her palms are too big, her knees knobby, frog-like eyes and of course her bushy eyebrows, wide and expressive. Everyone has agreed, though, that her hair was nice. Long and wavy, only if difficult to tame into a plait. Gnawing her lip, she butchers her long hair, she relished the thought that this ‘Lance’ would never meet Katie Holt, and Pidge Gunderson is nobody’s soulmate.

She should have known better.

The boy is all legs and arms, all jumpy and jerky, like a grasshopper. His friend lifts his arms helplessly, mouthing a silent sorry. Pidge is still shaken by the fact that Iverson let her be – or not her, but a ‘distant cousin’ of Matt’s, a live copy of a diseased boy, so Iverson doesn’t look too closely, averts his eye to avoid the eye contact for longer than two seconds, he’s “yes yes, cadet, try your best” and Pidge would never give him a reason to look at ‘him’ more closely. So she misses the moment, when the boy’s arms snakes around her shoulder, and she is struck by an electric bolt, she is suffocating and feverish, and before the boy opens his mouth to introduce himself, Pidge already knows his name.

Lance.

She never says it out loud, but she kind of envies the rest of the team.

Pidge realizes that while scrubbing the sink in the kitchen. Thanks to her allergy, she is relieved of the dusting duty, because instead of cleaning the table in the common room. Lance started doodling on it, and when she pointed out that he has the worst case of the chicken scratch, he kept poking her nose, which ended up in an endless series of deafening sneezes.

It has been hardly a doodle, to be honest, more like a wiggly writing, a name, repeated all over.

Katie Holt, Katie Holt, Katie Holt, Katie Holt, Katie Holt – Keith destroys that obsessive scribbling with one wipe, and Lance attacks him of course, because apparently, his mark isn’t quite normal, just a single letter ‘S’, and obviously, he must be super mega jealous of Lance’s amazing soul mate. Hunk grunts disapprovingly, because he has nothing at all, and Lance is quick to apologize for his inattentive words, but still reaches out to smack Keith. Hunk doesn’t hold it against him, because Lance shoots words like he shoots a rifle – carelessly but dead on target – but Hunk is used to it. He is a little bit concerned about not having a mark, but if you have priorities and if you’re not Lance, you realize there’s not much time for romance and soulmates with all the training and the whole universe under oppression from an advanced alien race of violet lizard cats.

So, Keith has a wriggle of a letter for a soulmark, Hunk has none at all and Shiro has lost his mark with his right arm. Not forgetting to mention that soulmates as a concept is unknown to Alteans in general.

When asked, Pidge lies and says that she does not have one either.

“Maybe your soulmate isn’t born or hasn’t hit puberty yet,” Shiro tries to console her. “Mine appeared quite late. I was already thinking I got none at all.”

“Meet me and my sugar baby in thirty years,” Pidge mumbles in reply.

Not that they talk about it often or something – unless you’re Lance, of course – it just pops up now and then, especially when Allura and Coran notice the marks on the actors during the movie night. Coran thinks it’s wonderfully romantic.

More like a premise for groundbreaking disappointment, if you ask Pidge, as she moves on to polish the tap. Lance seems enamored with this imaginary ‘Katie Holt’, he flirts and falls in love with every skirt, because she’s a reflection of his little dream. Because he’s so full of love for the One and Only that he just can’t hold it anymore and the love spills over the edges and covers everyone around. It’s a little bit disturbing. It’s a little bit scary.

Because sooner or later Lance will find out that his sweetheart ‘Katie Holt’ is just scrawny Pidge, who is always sweaty and has moons of dirt under her nails.

Which yet again proves that this whole soulmate thing is crap, because they haven’t suddenly fallen madly in love at first sight. Maybe it has some activation code? Like your soulmate has to address you by the name that is on their soulmark or touch it or something? Does that mean that soulmarks mean nothing for mute people or someone in a situation like Shiro? Figures why he’s so unbothered by the whole ‘lost my soulmark in space’ issue.

After ten thousands years of slumber, the castle has stood up quite well, and yet it still resembles most of all a haunted house. Dust and alien spider webs everywhere, the windows have grown turbid. The exterior of the castle is covered by plates that resemble their solar panels, so there has been enough energy to preserve Allura and Coran’s bodies and coordinate cleaning bots, but many of them got broken or lost throughout the time. The energy also supplied the defense system, so nobody could break in, but at the same time nobody has aired the place for ten thousand years, and the air conditioning system has been defeated by time and lack of sentient presence.

There seemed to always be a distinct odor in corridors and they even spotted some mold. Usually (always) it’s the cleaning bots’ job, but blabbing something about discipline and necessity of chores for self-organization, Shiro has coerced them into helping out. More likely he couldn’t sleep at night so he busied himself with something while they stayed on Arus. It would be foolish to jump right into the action, while nobody had any idea what has been going on in the Universe for the past thousand years and paladins still didn’t have any sort of training with the Lions. Thus, they have stayed for a while to prepare and catch up.

Pidge wonders who used to sleep in her room and she is grateful that the cleaning bots have removed previous owner’s belongings before she moved in. The paladin uniform has no size, but she had to adjust the seat in the Green Lion. She can’t help but wonder what life had been like then. Allura and Coran do not let too much out, and all the documents are in Altean – they understand each other because of the universal translators, but in order to read stuff, she has to be better than the intermediate level she can read at now.

They have watched a couple of classic Altean movies, too, during the movie nights. Pidge tries to watch them in the evenings, with subtitles rather than translation. Altean language is unlike any language on Earth (not that she personally speaks many, but she’s not a brat who resorts to generalizing, she checked it against any known languages in the system.) It’s difficult to distinguish separate words, as their speech is melodious and mostly consists of vowels. Although Lance’s vocabulary is built on the derivatives of ‘quiznak’, he often joins her. Hunk is busy learning how to pilot with Shiro and after a unanimous vote, he is not allowed to culturally exchange with Coran. However, it has been too little, too late, the damage has already been done. Now they are running laps and exercising to BTS and Girls’ Generation, transmitted throughout the whole castle

There are certain things that will most surely turn you listless, that will rob you of any energy and make something as essential and undemanding as a trip to the restroom into a challenge. One of those things is Coran’s enthusiastic account of the adventures of his youth. While the components of these anecdotes individually are unbelievable and would suffice for a next generation of Hollywood movies, and Coran’s manner of speaking is quite engaging, he has a habit of focusing on wrong details, the aspects of these stories that are the complete opposite of cool.

Another one will be writing reports. No explanation necessary. Everyone hates writing reports.

For Pidge, the third one is summer. There was no school in summer and yes, she didn’t like school that much, but sometimes it was nice. Summer was never nice. She knew that her classmates went someplace together or at least keeping contact, FaceTiming, Snapchatting, WhatsApping or otherwise osculating each other through social media. No one has ever sent her a message to ask how her summer was going. She didn’t bother, because she had Matt. He’s never been really popular either.

But then he left for Garrison, where population of nerds is three to one. “Don’t call them nerds,” – often said Dad, - “call them people of extreme passions”. Yeah, for example, he and Matt, who seemed to have an extreme passion for this Shiro guy. Shiro was a special kind of nerd, like the mastermind of espionage who managed to blend into the crowd of jocks, but a nerd nonetheless. He could not tell Nitrogen from Sodium (he still tried to drop cringy jokes: are you made of Copper and Tellurium?) but he could draw the star map with his eyes closed and all while piloting a can without an engine through a meteor shower.

Shiro would sometimes come around, but more often than not he would snatch Matt away somewhere, because apparently there was a Buttercup to their Bubbles and Blossom, who resided closer to the Garrison than here. They invited her along, but she didn’t want to be a deadweight, so she refused, reduced to a sulking amoeba at her desk, melting under the July sun, too lazy to open a book or even lift her eyelids, but too hot to have anything more substantial than constant drowsiness.

So one cannot overstate the extent of willpower it requires keeping concentration, while being stuck writing a report under Coran’s guidance, while being horribly sunburnt. Pidge peels off a little piece of dead skin from her nose and sighs. Thanks to conditioning systems, it was nicely cool inside the castle, but she can’t appreciate it, because she’s already a boiled crab and she’s not in the castle, she is in a tent with almost transparent walls. Objectively guys have it worse, because they’re currently digging wells for a nation of desert dwellers, but Pidge is not a very sympathetic person, especially while impersonating Freddie Krueger. Coran remains to look fresh and chirpy, which is beyond annoying.

The planet of eternal July, wonderful. Pidge can’t wait to return to the cold abyss of outer space.

Had they been more careful, the robeast wouldn’t have destroyed the reservoir, the only reservoir for miles and miles of dust and soil so dry it cracks. It is their responsibility (plus there’s a high probability they’re the only ones capable) to build a new system of water supply.

And so they have stayed for a little longer. First day they have worked with Lions, but it proved that the soil was too crumbly and needed a careful approach. They resolved to good old digging and sometimes applying bayards, namely Hunk’s cannon or Lance’s blaster. It was time-consuming, tiring and seemingly unsuccessful – although Allura assured them that they would soon reach underground waters. Pidge got her free pass, when she got sunburned even through damp clothes. Others had to continue.

That’s the kind of work they do everywhere. In Allura’s words: not only fighting, but also rebuilding. Pidge hates all this physical work, but she can’t deny it has its own merits, when they make living a little bit easier for someone. She tries to keep a journal of all the different races and cultures they come across, but there’re so many. Could she have imagined that back in her room, paralyzed with boredom? She has always had a vivid imagination, but she couldn’t process that Earth, a whole separate world, a multitude of languages, practices and traditions, different people and countries – always has been a speck of the cosmos, with histories much bigger and older than her.

So far none of the alien had an idea even remotely similar to soulmates. It puts a whole discourse of soulmates into a new perspective. It puts a whole discourse on the existence of God into a new perspective. They have seen aliens larger than life: ancient, powerful, terrifying – totally godlike. Woods of Olkarion, Balmera, Ziggurat and many more. Meeting such entities is a lot like having a religious experience.

The further from Earth, the more Pidge rethinks her own views and in fact she finds herself leaning towards agnosticism rather than atheism.

Coran stops short of the climax of a recount of his days with fashion pirates (for the seventh time), when the drapes are drawn for a mere moment, and they are hit with a strong wave of dry air, devoid of anything but sand. Guys crawl inside and drop dead on thin cushions. Coran goes around, literally nursing them from a little clayey cup. After a while, one of them jiggles like a worm, refusing to get up and walk like a human being, and gets closer to Pidge.

It’s Lance, obviously. He uncovers his face, blinding her with a grin.

She should comment on him reeking of sweat and how funny he looks in a turban made of wet cloths. The truth is, she must look as ridiculous as he. More ridiculous, because despite turban and Halloween mummy inspired costume, he still manages to look… nice.

Lance reaches out to flick her nose, but stops at the last second and chucked with affinity.

“Wanna check something out? We’ll need to take the Lions, though.” “What? Now?” she tries to say that without moving any muscles. “Yep.”

She means to say no, but shrugs and nods instead. With a sudden burst of renewed power, Lance jumps up and drinks some more water, eager to take off right away.

“What about others?” she finally croaks. “Hunk?” Lance pokes him. “No, thanks,” mumbles back the pile of clothes. “Shiro?” “No.” “Coran?” “Thank you, but I must decline.” “See? They’re quitters. Sad and bitter.”

With a raised eyebrow, Pidge turns to Keith, but before even asking she realizes he’s definitely not interested.

Maybe it’s a smart move, she considers, while entering the world of heat and sand again. They take Blue, because Green channels Pidge’s mood about moving in such weather, and Blue carries them towards the horizon, rigged with steep mountain peaks.

This planet has its own sun, larger than the Earth’s one, like a ball of blazing whiteness. She doesn’t rotate, which means there’s no night and day, and the other side of the planet is nothing more than frozen wastelands. Tribes’ greatest punishment is being stranded on the borders of the eternal night. Throughout the whole known history of several millenniums, there are only six known cases of such sentences. There is also a myth of a lost tribe, though. At the beginning of civilization, there had been Thirteen Tribes, but after the Great War, one of them had been banished forever. However, the Thirteenth Tribe survived, tamed the night and prepared to return one day and get their revenge. Voltron has scanned the surface of the planet while passing and they haven’t noticed any life forms on the icy half, but who knows? Maybe they’re good at hiding. Maybe they’ve gone underground. Maybe they’re ice zombies. Game of Thrones might be onto something.

There is some irony in the fact that one part of the planet suffers from water shortage, while the other is basically covered with water. In times of the greatest needs, there were many expeditions to bring the ice, but only few returned. Not only there is a drastic gap in the temperatures, the only way is through a mountain chain. Being better equipped, Voltron has brought large chunks of ice, but people really need those wells.

Blue gracefully lands on a secret plateau, and Lance commands Pidge to put on the paladin suit. They leave the armor, content with the layered black jumpsuit.

When they exit Blue, Pidge is about to ask what’s it all about, but swallows the question.

The high sky is heavy with reds and orange and smudges of yellow, blues and purples – it looks like a mindless watercolor practice, it looks like nothing she has seen before. They have passed it on their way and she hasn’t even paid attention. It’s not visible from far above.

“One side is eternal day, another is eternal night, and in the middle…”

In the middle is the eternal sunset. Sunrise. Neither and both.

Lance looks smug and rests his elbow on her shoulder. The soulmark pulsates, and she’s afraid for a moment, that he will feel it even through the clothes, but Lance remains oblivious. The cool air gently touches her hurt face and eases the pain.

For once in a while, Pidge doesn’t think anything. She just stands on the edge of a plateau and enjoys the sunset. Or sunrise.

Neither.

Both.

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