#I sneeze all day every day I am very annoying to be around

[thresholdbb]

Hold up, how have they not cured allergies yet?

TORRES: We're not finished yet. I know a few things that old Sneezy didn't teach in his survival course.

KIM: Sneezy?

TORRES: Commander Zakarian, remember? He must have been allergic to everything.

#caretaker #star trek voyager #I feel like they should've cured allergies just saying #it's 2am and I'm disillusioned with the Star Trek future #not really but I just sneezed 5 times in a row and was like... wait #why haven't they gotten around to allergies yet? or is ol' sneezy just stubborn? #I've been on allergy shots for 6 years and I still have year-round seasonal allergies #I sneeze all day every day I am very annoying to be around #though I have developed sneeze tricks... which is very weird #how very in character for me to be thinking about a throwaway line instead of going to bed smdh #sonic shower thoughts

[creedslove]

POOL PARTY ☀️

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Even though you're sick, you still went to Pedro's pool party - which you discovered was made only for you, you don't feel well, but you can't disappoint him by not taking a swim with him

Warnings: fluff with no plot, just fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst and sexual tension, but again, fluff

A/N: this is silly and lame and definitely not the kind of story I usually love writing but I am sick and I need comfort so someone bring me pedro pascal over here so I can hug the hell outta him and tell him how precious he really is

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You spent the whole morning thinking of a way you could say no to Pedro.

From the moment you woke up and felt your throat itchy at first, only to feel it burning and finally going completely sore in the symptoms of inflammation you were already so used to, to the sneezes that annoyed you every couple of minutes and the overall feeling you had just been hit by a truck made it pretty clear it was not the ideal day for a pool party.

You cursed yourself, the weather, your life, everything. Out of all the days in your life, why did you have to get sick exactly the day Pedro had invited you - and begged you to show up to a pool party?

You and Pedro were… complicated.

You were friends, like, real good friends at first. And then you became a couple, but you two decided being a couple wouldn't work. You hated the exposure he had, it wasn't his fault of course, but it baffled you how he handled going out for a coffee, for lunch, or simply walking down the street and being photographed and filmed all the time. You just didn't like the feeling you would have to watch your back every time so you could have a tiny bit of privacy. No holding hands, no kissing, just walking around like two acquaintances, either that or having your photo all over gossip websites, comments bombarding it all the time calling you and Pedro horrible things, fans claiming to being jealous and hating you for dating him, as he was supposed to be theirs and no one else's. It was too much.

On Pedro's part, it was hard to balance a relationship with his working schedule, he worked hard and that meant he was most of the time unavailable, unless you traveled with him to where he was shooting, which was impossible because you had your own life, your own job and as much as you would've become a trophy wife for him and only Pedro, you guys never got to this point.

The affection, the attraction and the spark was still there, so even after you broke up, you decided to be friends again.

But maybe, just maybe, you hugged too much, cuddled too much and kissed too much as friends.

And that was why most of his co-stars hated you.

Pedro always tried to be as discreet as possible, he never admitted bluntly though you never directly asked, you didn't have to, you knew him enough for that. He was a flirty little shit, he was handsome and sexy and they were always gorgeous. It was obvious he very often had affairs with them. And if he was in a near enough location and asked you to visit him, or if you bumped into each other at a restaurant or even if you went to a dinner party at his home and they happened to be there, they immediately hated you.

Not because of you though, you always acted nicely to anyone and it would be no exception to them, but you wouldn't kiss their ass just because they were famous either.

Of course you would keep your distance from Pedro if they were around. You wouldn't hug him as much or hold his hand but there was something there and neither of you could control it.

It was always exchanged glances, or inside jokes, it was obvious to everybody but the two of you, you were just two stubborn idiots in love.

You hadn't seen each other in over a month, he was all over the country working, shooting, attending events and you were on you well-deserved vacation, so when he finally went back home, he'd texted you about the pool party he was hosting.

Pedro knew you loved pool parties and you had spent countless hours swimming in his, so he was just so excited to have you over, he forgot to mention a small detail: you were his only guest.

You were also so eager to see him, you missed that man dearly and you thought he would be in Cannes enjoying the high life but when he told you he was back home you couldn't control your excitement. If it were up to you, you would've gone straight to his house or welcomed him at yours, it didn't matter, just to see each other. But the weekly appointments you had got the best of you and you forced yourself to wait for the weekend.

And then you woke up with a cold and you wanted to cry in frustration and sadness.

You could just not show up, but that was really not an option, and you could also tell him you were too sick to go, the only thing you'd have to face would be his puppy brown eyes looking at you as if you'd shattered his heart, and you didn't want that.

So you grabbed all the cold meds you had at home, took them in one dose, packed yourself a bag with your clothes and drove to his house. You figured Pedro would be distracted enough with his guests and he wouldn't mind if you just chilled on his couch, maybe watched something on TV and had some snacks before heading home, plus he would understand if you didn't dip yourself in the pool. Besides, if by any chance any co-star of his were there, he would probably pay much more attention to them in their tiny bikini than you anyways.

So when you arrived there and realized you were the only one, you thought you were too early or maybe you'd misread the invitation and screwed up the dates?

But there he was, Pedro in just his shorts and shirt, with a wide smile welcoming you to his place.

Your heart skipped a beat, he was so handsome and though he knew the effect he had on women - and men, and everybody really, you felt your heartache to know he didn't acknowledge how painfully handsome he was. He didn't see himself the way you did, and it was a shame because you saw him like the best thing that happened to you.

You couldn't help but smile back at him, grabbing your things and exiting the car.

He waited for you with his arms open, because Pedro didn't do formal greetings, he did hugs, and you loved it.

You flew to his arms and squealed as he wrapped his strong ones around your body, lifting you up softly and twirling you.

You giggled as he put you down and watched you. He really watched you. Taking his time observing you, as if you hadn't seen each other in years, when in reality it had been what? A month? Six weeks?

Still, you were so happy to be next to him you almost forgot about your cold. Almost, but eventually, you felt another sting on your throat and groaned frustrated, which made Pedro frown.

"I almost didn't make it, Pedro… I woke up like that" you said and pouted. He knew how much you hated getting sick. Not that anyone liked it, but you hated it, you often got so angry and cranky you couldn't even describe. You even avoided people when you were sick, as you didn't want to take down on them, but you could that to Pedro, you never avoided him and you were never rude to him.

He cupped his cheek and gave you such sweet lovely eyes.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, querida… you look a little pale, do you wanna lie down?" You chuckled how he offered you to lie down but didn't ask if you wanted to leave, because you knew there was no way he would let you leave.

You shook your head and entwined your fingers "it's alright, but I don't think I'll swim today" you smiled at him and looked around, looking for other cars, but there was only yours and Pedro's there. "Where's everybody?"

Pedro scratched the back of his neck and chuckled "well, you're the only one I invited…"

"Pedro, you do know the meaning of the word party, right? If it's just me, then why did you say there was a party?"

"Well, it is a party for my favorite girl…" he said adorably and you just couldn't resist him.

"Oh cariño" the nickname always brought a blush to his cheeks "if I weren't sick I would be kissing the shit outta you!" You laughed and walked inside with him.

Pedro's arm was tight wrapped around your waist as you eyed the pool and turned to him "you decorated the pool!!! You didn't have to do that!"

"Yes I did because it was supposed to be a pool party! I just didn't know you would be too sick to get inside" Pedro unconsciously stared at you with his puppy eyes and it made you feel guilty.

It was a very hot day, you were already sick, what could go wrong? It wouldn't get worse than that, would it?

So you sighed and smiled at him "fine, I guess I can't get sicker than this, so I'll get changed, will you wait for me to get inside?"

He nodded excitedly and grabbed himself a beer.

You ran to the bathroom, already familiar with his place and opened your bag, seeing the two options you brought: a bikini or a swimsuit. You went for the bikini, it usually made you shy to wear it among many people, but there was only you and Pedro there and well, since you'd seen each other naked many times, it wouldn't be a big deal.

You quickly changed and walked outside with your sunblock as Pedro had certainly forgotten his.

He was sat by the edge of the pool, feet dipped into water and wearing only his trunks.

You stood still and watched his body, he was looking so fine. He always did, but ever since he started the preparation for his new movie he got even more attractive.

You reminded yourself you were there to enjoy your friend's company and not lust after him.

You joined him and smiled "hey there handsome" you winked and coughed a little, feeling shy to be sick like that and got some sunblock on your hand, spreading it over his shoulder "you need to take care of your skin, handsome" you said sweetly and leaned in, which Pedro corresponded but frowned as you pecked his forehead instead.

He groaned softly and took some sunblock into his own hands and did the same on your back, mirroring your moves as you felt his big hands over your skin. And his hands were pretty big, almost as big as his…

You stopped yourself there and saw he was staring "maybe you should get this top off, you know, so you can get sunbathed properly" he suggested and you rolled your eyes.

Suddenly Pedro hugged you as tight as he could and threw himself into the water, dragging you with him as his weight caused you to fall.

He was so boyish you couldn't help yourself but laugh, seeing him swim towards you and wrap his arms again around your figure, pulling you closer.

Pedro was flirting with you as much as you flirted with him and though you shouldn't keep on doing that, you couldn't resist him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your back to the edge of the pool so he could sustain your weight with no trouble. He laughed softly "I missed you a lot, princesa" he whispered and kissed your neck, making you groan, taking your hands to his cute wet hair and giggling.

"Fuck Pedro, don't tease me" you asked and saw him looking at you, he was admiring you and leaned towards you, but you quickly moved your head away, avoiding his lips and received disappointed eyes.

Your heart clenched, you didn't like seeing him like that, you would never refuse him, but you didn't want to kiss him, you were sick and he would get sick.

Pedro, on the other hand, felt disappointed. You'd been distant from him, you wouldn't kiss him and in his mind you had probably met someone better than him, even if your legs were wrapped around his body, sometimes it was so hard for him to believe you liked him.

His gripped around your body loosen and he sighed, letting go of you and looking down "sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" he said in a low tone but your hands quickly held his head in place.

"No honey, it's just that I am sick, if you kiss me you'll get sick too, and it's gonna be a problem for you when you go to work again" you tried to reason him and saw how his eyes softened.

His hand cupped your cheek and he swam closer again, one arm around your waist and ready to kiss you…

When you started coughing and couldn't stop.

You quickly turned away, your body shook as you were positive you had a fever now. You thought you couldn't get worse than you already were, but guess what, you were wrong.

"Shit, baby girl, come here" Pedro said, as he had managed to get off the pool and held a towel, helping you climb up the steps and wrapped it around your body.

"You take a warm shower and you'll lie in bed, got it princesa?" You nodded, shivering and walked back to his room.

You didn't take long in the shower, though the warm water felt really good as it poured down your body.

You managed to put your clothes back on after drying yourself and smiled as Pedro waited for you.

He made sure to get you comfortable in your bed and joined you. His arms were wrapped around your body and no matter if you told him many times he should stay away so you'd get him sick, he still refused it.

He held you close and rubbed your back up and down, making sure you were covered and warm.

"I know you don't wanna kiss me, but I was wondering if we could maybe go on a date, like a proper one, what do you say?" He asked with a small blush spread across his cheeks and you couldn't believe how sweet Pedro was, and for a second, you wanted to be selfish and kiss him as deep as you could, even if it meant he'd get sick later.

So you did it.

If he got sick, you'd take care of him, like he was taking care of you.

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A/N: idk I am just sick and I want Pedro to take care of me 😭

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #javier peña #javier pena #joel miller

[tarosucheon]

fondly remembering my old russian algebra teacher by reading the quote book our class made for him (changing names for sake of privacy.)

“Now people are going to go around saying, Mr. Volkova is soft! He cares about feelings and stuff.”

“Calculus 1 is a big smack in the face of conceptual knowledge”

“You can eat the popcorn, or you can have our favorite snack in Russia...nothing!”

“My face is not just something for you to draw for your amusement.”

“I’m Russian. I’m friends with everybody. Russians have a proud history of amiability.”

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes. Like, I’ve probably made more mistakes than not mistakes.”

“When you learned you had a Russian teacher, you were like, that guy never moisturizes.”

“The animals appreciate your commitment to their health and well being.”

“Your ears are just little mini parabolas."

“I'm a liar. I will lie to you on every chance I get.”

“Just remember, if I screw up, just hold it against me for the next eight weeks.”

“I will peer pressure both of you into a new seating arrangement.”

“How do you know my autism is not caused by my vaccination?”

“I’m not just going to, like, shove nuts in my mouth. I know how to, like, eat like a human.”

“My reaction to a sneeze is…yes… I can’t look cool all the time.”

“Me show you picture. Picture make it easier to understand.”

“I will take what you have said and use it as an opportunity to confuse you."

“Bread has a certain level of rat bone in it.”

“I can wear a bathrobe to school and say it’s technically a coat.

“The current thing on my mind is bomb disposal dolphins.”

“Ally, if I can’t get the projector screen to stick, I’m writing you an office referral.”

“I could use shoes to run away from dangerous situations.”

“Very cruel and inhumane hot lunch.”*

“They act like it isn’t what it be, but it do.”

“I am in a good mood, I just get really annoyed.”

“I like your bullying skills”

“When Mr. Volkova was a youth much your age, he was a great fan of diving into water.”

“I stepped on something, so I had to stop my teaching for threat assessment. In case my foot got stabbed.”

“I’ll put myself on the little spinny thing loading sign.” (starts turning in circles)

“Stop making valid points”

“They told us “don’t burn the Magnesium.” So we burned the Magnesium.”

“If you scream, I will get annoyed. If I get annoyed, you get a consequence.”

“If I write a book about the story of my life, it will be called “Unstapled’"

“Whoever’s throwing that piece of paper, stop it before I write Ally an office referral.”

"This is a warm summer's day in Russia" (it is 28 degrees and snowing)

“Oh, did you vandalize the desk? Awesome. I had a teacher write an office referral for ‘vandalizing a desk with an eraser.’”

“If you imagine your life as a sitcom, which I sometimes do…”

“If you do not calm down you will have to do a 15 minute session on mindfulness”

“Mr. Volkova will not do things if they’re more than three steps.”

“I chose to work with you. What does that say about my intelligence?”

#.txt

[wisecrackingeric-2]

OKAY SO I GOT THIS BIG VISION OF INSPIRATION SO HERES SO SERRENNEDY CUDDLING/SLEEPING HCS

-Leon has a death grip on Luis every night, he cannot escape (leon doesnt want his clown to get hurt again)

-One day, Luis asks Leon to lay on top of him, almost like an anxiety blanket (its the autism), and Leon’s like “I will crush you.” And that only makes Luis annoy him to do it more

-When Luis lays on top of Leon, Luis will annoy the hell out of Leon because he is right there and he cant run away (booping his nose, kissing his cheeks, playing with his hair, etc)

-When sleeping during the night, Luis flops around all night and Leon has to hold him down or he will wake up with Luis’s hand in his face

-If Leon dares step out of bed before 8 am, Luis will do everything in his power to drag his space heater boyfriend back into bed

-Along with having kitten sneezes, Leon also snores like a kitten (idk what that sounds like but it would be cute) and Luis will record them and listen to to them whenever he has a bad day. Also he will use it as leverage whenever Leon is winning an argument and be like “at least i dont snore like a kitten!” and leon will be so caught up in defending the fact that the recording is just him breathing that he will completely forget what they were arguing about in the first place

-Luis is very affectionate in the morning, and will kiss Leon all over his face until Leon wakes up and complains that his breath stinks (which will not stop Luis in the slightest)

-Since Leon’s favorite hobby is watching movies in the dark, you better believe these two are having movie nights every weekend in bed

-Luis frequently complains about the oreo crumbs on the bed that Leon generates from these movie nights, cause I hc leon as being a candy/sweet addict

-Luis is pretty chatty while cuddling so he’ll just be talking about a thing he’s passionate about and Leon will patiently listen while playing with Luis’s hair

-Leon will wake up Luis during the middle of the night and be like “dude i just came up with a funny one liner, wanna hear it?” This happens 3-4 times a week and Luis has long grown accustomed to it

-When Luis has nightmares, Leon will cuddle him and hug him while kissing the tears away, and let Luis cry into his chest and listen until he eventually calms down

-When Leon has nightmares, Luis will make him some tea and help him talk out his nightmare and reassure him. And when Luis is feeling extra romantic, he’ll sing Leon to sleep

-Leon will sometimes get up for a midnight snack and Luis will go to the bathroom during the middle of the night and just see Leon vacuuming up a pint of rocky road kirby style and be mildly disturbed

IM AO AO SO SO AORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO BUT. BUT I FUCKING CANT WITH YOU GIYS. I LITERALLY CANT IDK IF ITS JUST XUZ ITS LATE AT NIGHT AND MY EMOTIONS ARE AT A HIGHA NND IM FEWLIMG ALL SENTIMENTAL N SHIT BUT THIS IS THE CITEST RHING IVE READ ALL DAY??????????? MY HEART IS BEING SQUEEZED RN IM FONNA SOB MY POOR EYES OUT THESE ARW JUST SO AHSBSHDBSHSBSHDBHXBSHXBDHDBDHSNHSNSHZNSHSNSHNSHSNSHSNSHSNSJSJJAJSJSKSKS IM GONNA BITE SOMETHING

#gift

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

To Make You Well

Guess what, it’s another Secret Santa post from @softsnzstuff KB’s Secret Santa! I wrote for anon who requested a Grey’s Anatomy cold fic. I’ve always meant to write for Grey’s. Glad I finally got the chance! Hope you like it, anon

Words: 1957

Derek Shepherd was in the kitchen making coffee. Meredith Grey, freshly showered and ready for another day at the hospital, had just come into the kitchen. As she approached, Derek suddenly threw an arm over his face to muffle a sneeze:

"Hih'NGTCH!"

"Bless you," Meredith laughed, coming to his side to kiss him on the cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Thanks," he said, chuckling as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "I'm fine. Dusty in here I guess."

"Well it's not like I have a lot of free time to dust. If the dust bothers you, then you take care of it," she said playfully. 

"Or we could just hire a cleaning service." He kissed the top of her head. 

"I like the way you think," she said, taking the mug of coffee he held out to her. 

They finished their morning routine as usual, and soon enough the pair was arriving at the hospital for their shifts. As busy surgeons, they saw very little of each other throughout the day. On this particular day though, the next time Meredith saw Derek, he was sneezing again. She was coming up a hallway only to find Derek standing at the nurses station, reading through a chart. Before she could catch his attention, he quickly turned his face into his elbow:

"HhHIITCHH'uhh!" With a little 'guh' sound, he freed his face with an annoyed-sounding sniffle, shaking his head. 

"Bless you!" Meredith called.

He looked up, startled, but smiled upon seeing her as she stopped in front of him. 

"Now don't tell me the hospital is dusty too," she said. 

"Must be," he replied. "Or maybe someone is wearing strong perfume." 

"I don't smell any perfume."

"I guess my nose is better than yours, then," he said matter-of-factly, scrubbing his nose into his shoulder with another small sniffle. 

Meredith looked skeptical. "Are you sure you're–"

"Meredith, I'm fine. Really. Don't worry about me so much," he said, gently scolding.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Okay. But you better actually be fine."

"I promise I am. Will that be all, Dr. Grey?" he said with a smile. 

"That will be all, Dr. Shepherd," she grinned back, continuing on her way. 

The third time she caught him sneezing, she began to think it wasn't a coincidence. She was swinging through the cafeteria for a bagel for her and Cristina when she caught sight of him once more, evidently on his way out with his own food. She would normally not have tried to get his attention since he seemed to be in a hurry, but just as he passed the last table he stopped, hunching into his elbow to sneeze: 

"Hihh'TEHHCH! HEHHTchoo!"

Bless you, bless you," she called, striding over to him. He jumped when he heard her, turning. This time he didn't smile when he saw her. She couldn't help but notice how much more tired he looked even from a few hours ago, with dark circles under his eyes. 

"Thanks. But you know you don't need to bless me every time you hear me sneeze," he said, sounding annoyed. 

"Yes I do. It's part of the rules of being a couple," she replied. "And you're sneezing in pairs now. You never sneeze in pairs except when you're sick."

"And how could you possibly know that? That's not true. I'm fine as ever."

"It's absolutely true. I have my sources. You're getting sick, Dr. Shepherd, don't try to deny it. Even if I didn't hear you, I could see it in your eyes."

Derek sniffled self-consciously. "As much as I would love to argue about that, I don't have time right now. I was due in surgery two minutes ago. I have to go. I'll talk to you tonight." He sped away without giving her a chance to reply. 

She rolled her eyes at his retreating back. "Men. They're all the same, even dreamy doctors," she muttered to herself, getting back into line for her own food.

Meredith caught Derek sneezing one final time before their shifts ended, and it was the most pathetic display of all. As usual, she was not even looking for him. She had just gotten herself an iced coffee and was heading back to the nurses station when she heard the familiar sound of a pair of wet, stifled sneezes coming from inside the on-call room she had just passed. 

"Hihh'GHETTchh! Ihhg'EHTCH!!"

The sound stopped her short, but she wondered if she should just let him be, since he was evidently trying not to be noticed. When he sneezed again a moment later, though, another miserable pair, her mind was made up. With a short knock she entered the small room, making Derek jump, his hands still cupped over his nose and mouth. 

"Bless you," his partner said quietly, closing the door being herself and giving him a knowing look. 

"… Thank you," he sighed, looking defeated. 

"So do you want to explain why you're hiding in an on-call room to sneeze?" she asked.

"I'm not hiding. I just happened to sneeze while I was already in here," he retorted. 

"Well, why were you in here at all?" She glanced at her watch. "Your shift ends in less than three hours. That's not enough time to bother trying to sleep. And I know you got out of surgery not that long ago." 

"I just… needed a minute, I guess. I wasn't planning to sleep, just rest my eyes," Derek said, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled face, with special attention given to his nose. Meredith looked at him in concern, stepping closer to caress his cheek.

"You're not feeling well at all, are you? You look exhausted. And you feel pretty warm, too. The OR is the last place you should be if you're sick, you know that. It might be best if you go home early." 

"You don't need to worry about me so much, Mer. I promise I'm fine. I can still do surgery and there's no reason I can't finish this shift."

"But you're coming down with a cold. What if you have to sneeze while you're in surgery? What if you sneeze on someone's brain!" 

Derek gave her a warning look. "I've never sneezed on someone's brain before and I don't plan to start today. I can survive for a few more hours."

The last word was almost lost as he yawned hugely, immediately contradicting his statement. Meredith gave him a look of her own, then sighed. She knew she would be acting the exact same way if their roles were reversed. After all, they were surgeons first and foremost. 

"Well if you're going to stay, then you'll need this." She handed him her precious coffee. "Take a twenty minute power nap, then drink that when you wake up."

He chuckled softly. "Alright. Any other orders, Dr. Grey?" he asked, his eyes dancing even through the fatigue.

"That's all for now. I'm sure I'll have more when we get home," she said. 

"Then I'll await your wisdom with bated breath," Derek said. "And thank you for the coffee."

"You're welcome. You know I wouldn't give my coffee up for just anyone."

"I appreciate the sacrifice. I'll do my best to honor it," Derek said solemnly. 

"Good. Then I'll leave you in peace. I'll see you later." They shared a tiny kiss, then, true to her word, she backed out of the room and closed the door.

She didn't have much of a chance to worry about him after that. In fact, she hardly had time to replace her coffee before the ER got busy with surgical cases, and from then on there was no down time for anyone. Before she knew it, her own shift had ended. She made her way home in the usual sleepy, post adrenaline haze, hardly noticing her surroundings. 

The house was silent when she arrived. She knew Derek had come home a few hours before, and she hoped he was in bed. After a quick shower, she was also ready to sleep, so she headed straight for the bedroom. 

Derek was indeed fast asleep and snoring away congestedly when she entered. He was wearing a sweatshirt and flannel pants even under the duvet and his nightstand was already littered with used tissues and bottles of cold medicine. Meredith considered waking him to fuss over him, or at least feel his forehead to check his temperature, since the flush over his cheeks was worrisome, but in the end she let him be, too tired herself to want to do more doctoring until she slept for a while. She fetched them both bottles of water to find when they woke, then crawled into bed beside him, thankful for the pre-warmed sheets, and was asleep beside her partner in minutes. 

She was awakened an indeterminate amount of time later by the motion of the mattress as someone crawled under the covers. Rolling over, her eyes met Derek's. He was sipping from a steaming mug, red-nosed and bleary-eyed, but gave her a tired smile. 

"Sorry I woke you," he said, hoarse and congested. "You can go back to sleep. You don't need to be up for hours yet."

"No it's okay," she yawned. "How are you feeling?"

As if in reply, Derek's breath hitched into a messy pair of sneezes:

"HEEIHT'choo! Hihh!- Hiihh'TEHHTCH!"

"Bless you," Meredith said. "That good, huh? You sound very germy." 

"I am very cold-ridden," he agreed, sniffling pathetically. "I don't plan to leave this bed in the foreseeable future, unless it's to get more coffee."

"Is that so? I thought you had to work today."

Derek sniffled again. "I already called off. That's what I was doing just now. I really don't feel great. And as a wise person noted, it would be pretty terrible if I sneezed on someone's brain in the OR. It's safer for everyone if I stay home. This way you're the only person that's at risk of catching this."

He coughed wetly after the long speech, covering his nose and mouth with his shirt collar before returning to his drink. 

"Poor guy, you really must be sick. I didn't think there was anything that could convince you to call off." 

"I can be reasonable when necessary," he replied with a yawn. "And before you ask, yes, I have a mild fever. 100.5 when I checked just now. I think it was higher when I got home, though."

"Then I'm definitely glad you're staying home. And as it turns out, we'll both be staying home. Since you were getting sick, I thought it might be best for me to stay home too, since like you said, I'll probably catch this or at least be a carrier. Plus, you need someone to take care of you. I traded my next few shifts, so I'll be here with you for whatever you need." 

"That wasn't necessary, you know. I've taken care of myself just fine for all these years before you came along."

"Well it's done now. You're stuck with me." 

"If you insist." Derek said, shaking his head. Meredith could tell he was pleased, though. He set the mug aside, yawning again. "Before you start doctoring my cold though, can I request some more sleep as the first course of treatment?" 

"Absolutely," Meredith mumbled around a yawn of her own, rolling back over and closing her eyes. "As long as I get the same treatment." 

"Deal," Derek agreed, sliding under the blankets. Before he drifted off, though, he slid closer to his partner until he was spooning her from behind, making her smile, which in turn made him smile. It was only when they were pressed together that they both fell deeply asleep. 

#sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever #derek and meredith #kb secret santa #prompt fill

[sinisterexaggerator]

I’m under the weather 😣 so how about headcanons for our favorite Duros taking care of their respective s/o’s when they are ill? (Or, potentially not, in Cad’s case? 😅)

I am sorry to hear that! Hopefully this will amuse you somewhat and help you take your mind off things! @wingofshadow

Being a Duros, both Cad Bane and Shriv Suurgav would be able to tell something was off perhaps before even you did.

They would definitely be able to tell if/when you had a fever due to the change in your body’s temperature without needing a thermometer, as I headcanon their specialized eyesight can register thermal signatures.

***

Cad Bane would not know what to do with you. He might stare at you while you coughed and sneezed, quietly sipping his caf with his legs crossed at the kitchen table.

He narrows his eyes at you if your coughing fit goes on for too long. Not at you personally, but at your illness. He doesn’t like seeing you this way, especially because you complain.

He hates hearing you complain that you are sick, mostly because you are annoying and whiny about it in his opinion, but also because if you weren’t sick you wouldn’t be acting this way.

He might quietly make you a cup of tea, hand it off to you, and not speak another word about it.

He mostly stays out of your way because that is what he would want if he were sick –  peace and quiet and no one to bother him. (He is most assuredly a grump, more so than usual when under the weather.)

At least that’s what he thinks he would want. Cad may very well like being babied and taken care of when not feeling well - he would just never suspect such a thing until someone bothered to try, which no one ever has.

Maybe he has a recipe memorized that he used to make for himself. Something warm and light; maybe a soup of some kind. Maybe he bothers to make it for you because he knows being sick makes you weak, and you need to keep your strength up. Even though he rarely admits it to himself, he likes having you around.

If your fever gets too out of control, he will not mention the reason for his behavior, but he will calmly sit by you, hoping that you take the hint. He knows his microscales are cool to the touch, and unless he absorbs too much heat from you for his own comfort, he will let you cuddle him though he will mildly complain just to make you think he’s doing you a favor, and not because he wanted to help you.

***

Shriv Suurgav would spend most of his time frowning at you out of pity and concern.

He would give you that “poor baby” look while he put his hand on your forehead to try and cool you down.

He would prattle on about this or that thing his life-giver used to do for him when he wasn’t feeling well, and he’d try every single one of them on you until something stuck.

He would also make you tea, but he would sit beside you while you drank it. Maybe he nudges you with his shoulder to encourage you to finish it because it’s good for you.

He might make a joke or two about what “doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” unless it does kill you, then he would be sorry he said that because you were dead and riddled with horrible guilt.

If you were cold, he’d make a nest out of blankets on the couch or bed and bundle you up into it like a little burrito.

If you were hot, he would cuddle with you and have no shame about it, so the coolness of his microscales could work their magic on you.

If you were out sick from the day-to-day operations as an officer in the Rebellion, he would give you all the latest gossip and would assure you that everyone missed you and hoped you “got well soon.”

He would run a hot bath for you if that were an option.

If you couldn’t sleep, he’d hum a little Durese nursery rhyme, something his own mother used to sing as he stroked your hair in bed.

He would hold the tissue for you so you could blow your nose and wouldn’t even complain that it was gross. (Well, maybe he would a little bit, but in a very good-natured way.)

He might even try to cook a little something for you, though he’s not too good at it. It’s the thought that counts, or he at least brings you take-out.

He might even suggest curling up to watch old holomovies with him until you felt better. He would definitely let you use him as a pillow.

#Cad Bane #Shriv Suurgav #Headcanons #Star Wars #Bad Batch #Clone Wars #Book of Boba Fett #Battlefront 2 #Duros #x you #x reader #Reader insert #Request

[silverhallow]

I don't know which modern-day AU this fits best (feel like I automatically file every photo as either PAWS or AWOA 😂) but this photo looks very much like baby Sophie with auntie Sarah or auntie Becky, maybe whilst a summer at Aubrey Hall? Could we get a glimpse of Sophie & auntie with the other ladies at Aubrey Hall?

Okay so this is totally Baby Sophie in When We Were Young with her Aunt Becky.

The Summer when little Sophie is three years old and full of wild energy and excitement at everything in the world and she’s been tearing around after Benedict, Anthony, the Rokesby cousin’s and Kate.

Richard dressed her in a simple pair of shorts and white shirt and whilst Sophie had begged for her hair to be plaited like Kate’s her hair simply was too short so he had managed to convince her that little bunches would be better than pigtails and she’d eventually gone tearing off through the house into the gardens with her friends.

It was only after an hour of playing hide and seek that Anthony realised that they were missing a member of their group…

Sophie had disappeared and no one had been able to find her and as it was starting to get closer to lunchtime. Anthony had promised his mother that they would all be up and he and Benedict had promised to look after Sophie since she was so little.

But when Henry and Thomas had suggested they play hide and seek in the gardens they had all scattered…

And Sophie, well she was nowhere to be seen. Anthony, Benedict and Kate were frantic, the gardens at Aubrey were very extensive and whilst they usually stayed in one part of the garden it did include the flower garden and Sophie, being so small could be anywhere…

After 30 minutes of everyone looking for her, they knew they were going to have to go up to the house and tell the parents they couldn’t find Sophie, and honestly, Anthony would rather have Kate kick him in the balls again than tell Uncle Richard they had lost his daughter…

But as they were making their way up to the house looking glum, Becky was making her way out of the house and they all breathed a sigh of relief “hey kids… what… what’s wrong?” she asked when she saw the glum looks on the three kids' faces.

The Rokesby clan had done a runner back to Crake House to avoid Richard’s fury.

“We… we erm….” Anthony and Benedict stammered.

“They’ve lost Sissy” Kate said, rolling her eyes at the boy's cowardness.

“You…. you've lost her how?”

“Henry and Thomas suggested we play hide and seek and she came and hid with me… but I ended up sneezing and giving myself away but when they came to look for Fee… she… she wasn’t there?” Benedict said glumly.

“Odd…”

“I know! We’ve checked everywhere!! But we can’t see her…” Anthony added

Becky sighed “Come on, I am sure we can find her, she won’t have gone far and she’s probably just fallen asleep somewhere, are Henry and Thomas looking for her?”

“No they ran away home frightened that Uncle Richard will shout at them” Kate said with an annoyed look on her face.

“Well they’re not wrong but Uncle Rich never needs to know as we’re going to find her.”

“But she’s soooooo little! She could be anywhere, she’s like a mouse!”

“Yes but you forget one very important thing about Sophie” Becky said putting her arm around 4 year old Benedict who looked very serious and upset at the thought he had lost Sophie.

“What?” he asked his little blue eyes hopeful

“She likes the flowers here”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Benedict said “but we checked…”

“But did you look in the flower beds? She’ll have tucked herself in and just lay in the flowers…” Becky grinned as they walked into the flower gardens and towards the taller bunches of flowers.

“Oh of course she would! She’s so little she gets in all the tiny places!” Kate said as she took off at a run looking down into the beds of all the flowers as she tried to spot her best friend.

Anthony and Benedict did the same thing and it was Anthony who let out a jubilant “I’VE FOUND HER!” 

Sophie had crawled away from Benedict, when she heard the loud feet of Henry running towards them and she hadn’t gone much further, just two or three rows over and she settled herself in the red and orange chrysanthemums and waited to be found but after a few minutes and no one was coming to look for her, she lay down giggling to herself before she fell asleep, all the excitement of the morning wearing the little 3 year old out.

So when Anthony yelled loudly, it gave her such a fright, she awoke startled and burst into tears

“Oh no… nooo Sophie i’m sorry, don’t cry!” 5 year old Anthony said crouching down to try and comfort the crying girl.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Benedict roared as he ran over to see his crying best friend and Becky and Kate ran over.

“I… i think she got a fright” he said as Sophie bawled her eyes out.

“Ohhhh Mon Chou” Becky said as she knelt down and picked her niece up and cuddled her “it’s okay, i know you got a fright” she said wiping her nieces eyes as she cried and looked around with confused tired eyes.

“What… what happened?” she sniffled

“You fell asleep in the flowers and no one could find you Fee!! We were really worried”

“Papa?” Sophie asked 

“Doesn’t know you went missing and we won’t say anything okay” Becky said looking around the four children who all nodded

“Now come on, let's get you up to the house, you little madam need a nap and some lunch…” Becky said touching her nieces nose “as do the rest of you” 

“I don’t need a nap” Anthony said but the yawn gave him away

“Okay but you still need lunch” Becky said, leading the group of kids back to the house.

Richard had just been coming out to get all the kids for lunch and had no idea what was going on but Edmund had given him his disposable camera just in case the kids had all fallen asleep down on the grass like they had the week before and it had been so cute, Kate and Anthony had fallen asleep and ended up holding hands and Sophie had her head on Benedict’s chest and when hey had found them hey had wished they had brought the camera down.

“Oh Becky!” Richard said as he spotted them all, “is everything okay?” he asked, seeing his daughter's red tear stained face.

“All good bro, Sophie just fell asleep and got a bit of a fright when we woke her up, they’d been playing football and Sophie fell asleep watching” Becky lied easily.

All the kids nodded their head in agreement and all three kids on their feet ran into the house, knowing they weren’t very good at lying to an adult, especially Uncle Richard who had a stare that made them feel like they were being xrayed (it is a trait Sophie inherits and learns to use with even more power than her father)

“They’re all a bit hungry” Becky said “but I think we best get Sophie inside and get some lunch eh?” she turned and walked away.

And as they walked away the picture of Becky with his daughter on her hip made his heart swell of happiness and he snapped the photo. It made him wish that Esme was still alive to see this.

He had had no reason to not believe his sister’s words and assumed that Sophie’s tears were from everything and that the kids had just been hungry, until the Rokesby’s came over for dinner that night and Henry just yelled “OH YOU FOUND HER!”

And the Rokesby cousin’s who had tried to avoid Richard’s rage… got it full force…and banned Sophie from playing Hide and Seek until she was at least 10.

And Sophie burst into tears again because she didn’t want to be left out, she was always left out, and it was that day… that Sophie learned how to use the trademark Gunningworth Glare, after she finished crying that is.

#when we were young #WWWY Deleted Scenes #sophie beckett #benedict bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #ask ash

[bestworstcase]

I’m interested to hear what you think is going to happen in wonderland, specifically with Neo?

This ask is brought on simultaneously by none and all of your RWBY thoughts, none of them sparked it but I like reading them.

ok so i think ive mentioned this before but my pet character allusion conspiracy theory™ is that neo is the duchess's baby. [link goes to full text of the relevant chapter of alice’s adventures in wonderland.]

to sum up context: alice wanders around for a while after falling down the rabbit hole and eventually comes to a house belonging to the duchess. after squabbling briefly with the frog footman outside [sidebar: the dialogue “but what am i to do?” “anything you like” hm!] she invites herself inside and encounters four characters: the duchess, her cook, the cheshire cat, and the baby. and… actually im gonna just rapid fire rattle through the pertinent excerpts—

The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby: the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup.

“There’s certainly too much pepper in that soup!” Alice said to herself, as well as she could for sneezing.

There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternately without a moment’s pause. The only two creatures in the kitchen that did not sneeze were the cook, and a large cat, which was lying on the hearth and grinning from ear to ear.

[…]

And with that [the Duchess] began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at the end of every line:—

“Speak roughly to your little boy, And beat him when he sneezes: He only does it to annoy, Because he knows it teases.”

[…]

While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so, that Alice could hardly hear the words:—

“I speak severely to my boy, I beat him when he sneezes; For he can thoroughly enjoy The pepper when he pleases!”

[…]

“Here! You may nurse it a bit, if you like!” the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. “I must go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen,” and she hurried out of the room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went, but it just missed her.

Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, “just like a star-fish,” thought Alice. The poor thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.

As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it (which was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself), she carried it out into the open air. “If I don’t take this child away with me,” thought Alice, “they’re sure to kill it in a day or two. Wouldn’t it be murder to leave it behind?” She said the last words out loud, and the little thing grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time). “Don’t grunt,” said Alice; “that’s not a proper way of expressing yourself.”

The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to see what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the look of the thing at all. “But perhaps it was only sobbing,” she thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see if there were any tears.

No, there were no tears. “If you’re going to turn into a pig, my dear,” said Alice seriously, “I’ll have nothing more to do with you. Mind now!” The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossible to say which), and they went on for some while in silence.

Alice was just beginning to think to herself, “Now, what am I to do with this creature, when I get it home?” when it grunted again, so violently that she looked down into its face in some alarm. This time there could be no mistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, and she felt it would be quite absurd for her to carry it any further.

So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. “If it had grown up,” she said to herself, “it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes a rather handsome pig, I think.” And she began thinking over other children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying to herself “if only one knew the right way to change them—” when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire-Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.

OK. SO.

roman holiday established several facts about neopolitan’s history that are, i think, very compelling vis-a-vis the possibility of neo alluding to the duchess’s baby—to whit, she’s a mute child who was abused by her upper-class and politically connected parents largely on the grounds of her being [figuratively] loud about her problems and also [literally] not able to communicate “properly”; moreover her father stashed a hugely dangerous amount of volatile burn dust in a vault under her bedroom that at the end of the book detonates with enough force to destroy the whole estate, which—well, the pepper.

further, RH also explicitly identifies ‘the girl who fell through the world’ as remnant’s version of alice’s adventures in wonderland by identifying the heroine as a girl named alyx, and when it draws an overt line of connection between neo and tgwfttw (“As she drifted down, she felt like Alyx falling through the world.”) it does so at precisely the equivalent moment, in neo’s story, of alice rescuing the baby from the duchess and the cook by bringing it out of the house; it’s neo jumping out her bedroom window to escape the fire she lit by mistake whilst attempting to escape. which feels... well it could be a coincidence but it certainly had me raising an eyebrow klgksdf

[RH is also interesting in that it draws a line of emotional connection between neo and salem, by way of neo’s emotional connection to the character of the girl in the tower, which in turn loosely connects salem with ‘the girl who fell through the world’ and therefore lives rent free in my brain. i would apologize for being literally incapable of talking about rwby without bringing up salem but im not sorry. i have brainrot. ANYWAY,]

[further: the theme of gitt is that ultimately the girl rescues herself, by asking for help; neo is envious of the girl being rescued by a powerful magician; the connection drawn between neo and alyx directly parallels alice saving the baby from the pepper house, but involves neo rescuing herself and thinking of herself in relation to alyx. this also feels like it is, perhaps, relevant]

rwby is seldom straightforward in its utilization of character allusions so while i’m not ruling out ‘neo turns into a literal pig or pig faunus in void wonderland, shenanigans ensue’ as a possibility here my general feeling is that, if i’m right, the transformation of the baby will probably inform the thematic and symbolic thrust of neo’s character arc in v9 moreso than the literal events; which happens to fit together quite well with the emotional landscape set up with her in v6-8.

here’s a character who doesn’t have a single fucking clue who she was, who’s spent her whole life being mistreated because she can’t communicate the ‘right’ way, who has spent her entire life reacting to trauma by drastically transforming herself from one identity to the next and is currently spiraling because she hung her whole self-concept on being roman torchwick’s partner-in-crime and now he’s gone and she’s wholly consumed by this quixotic revenge scheme that has so little conviction behind it that cinder fall of all people was able to talk her around to a new target with remarkable ease. and now she’s stranded in this bizarre magical land that is asking her to think about who and what she is; she can’t remain as she is now, so who does she become?

(this is exactly why she fell. i’ve been saying that for a while, that the two non-rwby characters who fell, fell because they’re going to have identity crises and that’s what v9 will be centered around, so as u can imagine i am feeling a little bit smug today gklsdfhg)

so i am fairly confident that neo is going to undergo some kind of emotional transformation, perhaps symbolically represented by a physical transformation—whether it’ll be a ‘successful’ one (in the sense of arriving at a point where she is able to let go of torchwick and start figuring out who she is and who she wants to be) or not (in the sense of spiraling down until she destroys herself completely) is an open question, though i lean slightly more toward the former on the grounds of 1. how easily she let her anger at cinder be redirected at ruby, and 2. v8 being the point where salem-adjacent villains started to switch sides and/or undergo character development that appears to be telegraphing imminent villain-to-hero arcs, which is to say neo is staring down the barrel of this emotional transformation at just the right narrative time to get better instead of worse.

and with regards to the pig thing specifically, i’m also squinting a bit at ‘the shallow sea’ and the theme of transformation by a god/godlike magic in connection with…a magical island so uh,

LASTLY, neo’s disappearing act and illusions generally, in combination with the cheshire cat’s connection to the duchess (and the cat’s later interest in the baby’s transformation), feel potentially relevant—& this would hardly be the first time rwby did a dual character allusion where one rwby character simultaneously alludes to two different characters in the same story, a la blake being both the beauty and the beast. and if that’s the case, i would sort of anticipate the general trajectory of neo’s character arc being away from the baby [abused, helpless, transformed into an animal and abandoned] and toward the cat [knowledgeable, comfortable in itself, free to do as it pleases, helpful insofar as any wonderland character can be considered helpful], which is another mark in favor of a ‘successful’ transformation.

[bishiglomper]

YA KNOW WHAT

I think I MIGHT actually have a mild brain fluid leak 🤔

Listen listen listen-

My nose. Is constantly wet. The wells at the bottom of my nostrils just always have water in them. I am CONSTANTLY just dabbing at it with a tissue. All fuckin' day.

And I can use said tissue, a normal kleenex ALL day. Because it dries like water. Theres no slime or stickiness so it doesnt get stiff or crinkled.

Also, it does absolutely no good to blow my nose. A little bit of extra water comes out, but it doesn't like. Bring down anything.

I dont have drainage down my throat. I don't know if that's for or against my theory though. 👀

I have been sneezing a shit ton. So, allergies are still a possability. ☝

I think this has been going on for over a year. I think it's also gotten worse the last several months because I'm way more aware of it and thus annoyed.

I constantly have a tissue to my nose shoving it up there to absorb as much moisture as I can at once, I'm sure it's not very attractive.

The other thing is my ears leak. Just at night. Every night. My nose is fine though. Like they SWITCH. And I'm a side sleeper.

The fluid coming out of my ears is clear. My ears themselves are clean. They don't get waxy.

I've have tried searching all sorts of ways to figure out how my ears would leak from allergies, like I've been told it was, but I'm still getting that it would be wax. I don't have swimmers ear or infection. I know THIS has been going on for several years.

I don't remember if antihistimines stop any of this, I will experiment further with that. 👀

There's a few dozen other symptoms that come with CSF. I have maybe 1/4 of them.

Neck pain and stiffness. I don't know if this is caused by that or just tension.

I always have a mild headache. From 2-4. The migraine shot every month helps a lot but I'm still getting worse the last week or two before then.

I get light sensitivity so very easily. It ranges just from discomfort to straight up my eyes start watering. The other day it was super cloudy and it still felt too damn bright.

I always have vertigo. That is also at about a 3. It does get worse if i bend down but clears up after a second. (Though last night i had a more intense, several moments lasting one... vision actually blurred: another symptom)

Bending over and seeing if your face drips is a test for it, but that is SO uncomfortable for me, i tense my whole body and hold my breath and can't do it for more than a few seconds so.. That test hasnt worked for me

I do get mildly nauseous fairly regularly but i figured that was a precurser to a migraine. I'll start dry heaving If i don't take a zofran right away..

Another is balance and gait problems. 👀💦 that is a problem. I may have had that my whole life though. Though it has gotten worse the last several years. I've tried to do balance training sort of things. And my gait is just super small. (I think that's all thats wrong with it. I don't know if i zigzag or anything. It may just be a hip problem..)

CSF is usually caused by an injury. My theory is when I was 15, I went on a fair ride called the zipper. Its the pod with a weight at the other end that flings you around in a circle. Upside down and all. They sent me like 3x in a row because there wasnt a line. That was the first time I ever felt ill from a ride. I literally had to lay down for like half an hour in the grass before I could move.

And I could never go on a spinny ride ever again without getting extremely nauseous. 😥 Like just doing a slow 360 in a spinny chair makes me ill.

Breaks my heart because my FAVORITEST ride at our amusement park was that huge tube that spun so much you stick to the wall and they drop the floor. It was my life's goal to be one of those people who could turn yourself upside down then 🤣😭

So yeah, I think that's gonna be the next thing i bring up with my doctor. 🤔 I see her in a month but I might just straight up tell her "Hey I want some tests" now.

#csf #brain fluid leak #long post #i swear to god im on to something

[venusofminsk]

white tenderqueers will be mad at you for calling their cat stinky and annoying as a joke before they pay attention to how their cat’s health is slowly declining due to age and disability

i am not the same kind of neurodivergent as my mostly white household and im tired of feeling like im a bad person for it. i dont pussyfoot around and im firm with my words and actions. my one housemate is upset that i regularly health check their cat (checking their gums, seeing if they smell etc) and that i jokingly say he stinks and looks funny. other people in the house do this but i’m the one who’s like. Being targeted specifically which is so odd

like your cat Does smell. he is prone to incontinence due to his age and disability, his spina bifida makes it hard to groom himself sometimes so he is prone to smelling yeasty. you never brush his teeth so his mouth smells horrible. he is horribly gassy for some reason and farts all the time. he is also prone to being annoying! he meows all day and night when people are not actively petting him and just likes to talk. he wakes people up at night with his meowing... and i have to constantly accommodate him because the only way he is quiet is if i let him in my room, where he farts, sometimes has accidents and burps and screeches at Me. 

the owner is not at home often so i’m usually here to play with the cats and socialize with them, because like. i noticed that if they are not socialized with for a long time every day, they get anxious and are more prone to having bathroom accidents/other issues. they even throw up badly when they feel like no one is paying attention to them. im usually cleaning up after one of them’s incontinence episodes- the owner hasn’t even noticed that he is prone to this! because they’re never home!

this is such a long post but i’m angry that like. The thing that offends you is that i jokingly call your cat smelly and weird???? even though other people do this??? and you’re upset that i regularly check on your cat’s health????

Cats hide when they’re sick. it’s not usually obvious, so i’ve been paying close attention to their behavior. especially since i noticed these cats are so prone to anxiety and depression, ALL based on attachment. like one of the cats spent the whole week sneezing and coughing due to allergies and i had to TELL the owner that this was the case... i don’t even know, i actually am not very fond of the people i live with and i wish things were better.

#personal #they don't take the disabled cat especially to the vet for visits often. #and were like idk if i can handle him when the time comes for him to need diapers #Why did you adopt a cat with spina bifida if you were not prepared to care for him in old age? #i feel like a nutjob

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

FINALLY A BLOG THAT DOES MALE READERS!!! THANK YOU!!! May I please request a male!mc who came into twisted wonderland 10 years before the game events (so they would be 6 when they came to the world) and Crowley raising them as a dad? Feel free to ignore, but please know I’m thankful you made this blog!

I do not see enough dadcanons for Crowley (or Crewel) sorry if this isn't what u wanted by Crowley brainrot where's he's actually not an absent father to Yuu LMAO.

The day you arrived in this world, you were but a child, off to the realm of sleep. Your bed was comfortable and soft like a cloud when you had a peculiar dream.

You were falling. Falling through the clouds and stars of the night sky you wearily looked up. The rift in the sky made a giant crack across layers of the sky above. Your body was too tired to think, to move, you shrugged it off as an odd flying dream.

Like a shooting star, you came, splitting the air with a stream of gold as you fell both into sleep and a new realm, your landing stitching the crack in the sky shut. As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with a strange sight.

A looming figure with golden glowing orbs gazing at you, the mask hiding all his features with the night around him.

"My, my what do we have here…?"

The man speaks, picking you up gently in your dazed state. He fumbles you in his arms a bit, not used to having to deal with such fragile things before just using magic to have you float in front of him.

"A young child from the sky… hmm. What realm are you from, little one?"

And from there you now had a crow dad. At first, he didn't want anything to do with you thinking that children annoying and researching a way to send you home, before he was proven wrong. He grew attached, he claimed you as your own.

That day was both a blessing and a curse, especially when he let on that him taking you in was 'very generous indeed'.

Okay, Crowley is an obnoxious dad, to put it simply. Do you know Cloud Retainer from Genshin Impact? He's just like that. You will always be embarrassed on every occasion.

"When Yuu was a young child-" "Dad."

"Oh I have all kinds of stories about my precious little one like the time-" "DAD."

"...and this is a photo of them at their first school play, and this one is them in the bath-" "DAD."

You've probably had to grow up with his cooking. At least now you can handle what Lilia feeds you? He would definitely try to make breakfast for you but it comes out god awful. The proud look on Crowley's face seems so proud so you force yourself to eat every last bit even though you feel like throwing up.

This doesn't help that he's a socks and sandals grill dad that constantly wants to grill you stuff. Everything you receive is practically charcoal. The image of Crowley grilling in khakis and Hawaiian shirt while still wearing his crow mask is hilarious.

Crowley really is a generic dad. Loud sneezes, refuses to ask directions, and gets lost on trips, needing to get up at 5 am to use magic to mow the lawn. Many instances of "I don't want this cat" and immediately adopting it happens.

Crowley is the definition of 'He's a little confused but he got the spirit'. He's so supportive of everything you do, embarrassingly so. You can tell him you're ambidextrous and the next day you'll come to your room filled to the brim with pride stuff as he sobs and says that he's so happy you 'came out to him'. At least you know you don't have to worry about that???

Speaking of magic, if you are capable of it you are taught the ins and outs at a very young age. You'll most likely be a child prodigy.

If you can't use magic he would still teach you fundamentals along with how to make enchanted talismans and potions to protect yourself. He does care about you a lot and worries if you can't use magic. His hovering can be a bit suffocating at times.

Such a worrywart. He's the one that cries on your first day of school. Always packs your bag to the brim with everything for every situation. He also sadly packs you lunch too…

As a kid, you would notice all kinds of ravens and crows following and watching over you that Crowley sent. He just wants to make sure his precious baby is safe, okay? You end up with a lot of pet crows.

When you eventually get old enough to go to Night Raven College everyone on campus knows you're his kid. Chances are you would inherit some of his… eccentricities. And even if you didn't, crow dad would bring you up as his child in every conversation. It was a bit embarrassing. Everyone on campus knew you were his.

His protectiveness never stops though, sevens forbid he sees you standing next to someone. He would freak out immediately separating you two, going on about how the other person was making a move on you and their punishment was to wash 100 windows.

No one is good enough for his baby, you always have to remind him that you're older now and make choices for yourself sometimes. If you ever do get a partner, they're gonna have to go through so much shovel talk.

Despite all of this he really does love you and care about you a lot. Ever since you came into his life he has had to learn how to make sacrifices to make his kid's life better for them. He's also been trying to look into that strange rift that happened that day.

He's both proud and devastated that he finally was able to locate exactly where you came from. Doing magic and research across dimensions is difficult and draining, yet he worked to make a portal for you.

Crowley went through a dilemma at first. What if he tells you and you decide to leave him? He should just scrap this project and destroy his research so you never find out.

Yet, he didn't. He knew that even if it pained him, he wanted the best for you. You deserved to know where you came from. His voice was for once nervous and he was shaky as he decided to confront you with the news.

You can tell he was fighting back tears and deadly serious as he completely dropped his usual 'im so great' speeches.

"... But dad, I already found my real parent, its you."

"So, if you want to go to your real home, I can make the portal for you," Crowley spoke, inhaling sharply. "I know you probably want to learn about your true home and find your real parents by now…"

The bone crushing hug and cries of relief that came after was sweet.

#twisted wonderland #dire crowley x reader #dire crowley #twisted wonderland x reader #anklebiters #platonic #gender neutral

[the-iceni-bitch]

After Cubby and bear adopt a bajillion fluffy babies together we know Jake would love them so much but would that lead to him calling Ninja over every little thing to get her veterinary expertise on his babies. Say one day Long John doesn't finish his food would Jake notice and be flirting it to Ninjas house with Long John while on the phone with her like:

"I swear to God something is actually works this time you need to help him ninja please"

"Jake I swear he's probably fine but I'll check him anyway, but I swear if I had to put my clothes back on for another 'he's in a coma when in reality he's napping as all cats do' situation I'm not gonna be thrilled"

Obvs change anything to be more realistic in your opinion 😘

Oh my god, cubby is absolutely a helicopter dad, and will call ninja over every little thing when they first bring home Long John and Grace. Like he definitely worries when he naps too long and when he doesn’t finish all of his food at once. And even though it annoys the shit out of ninja, she’s very indulgent of him.

Except when he won’t leave her alone while she and Ran are fooling around, because you know that’s gonna be an issue.

“Oh fuck… Ran, right… goddamn it!” You huffed when your phone buzzed on the nightstand for what must have been the fifth time in a row, growling when you turned and saw Jake’s goofy grin flashing on your screen. “He’s not gonna stop.”

“Neither am I.” Ran gave you a grin of his own when he rested his chin on your hip, biting his lip and humming when you tugged playfully on his hair before starting to press open mouthed kisses all over your soaked folds. “You can answer, though.”

“Yeah, I have to if we want to have the rest of the morning to ourselves. Jake.” You tried not to sound too annoyed when you answered the phone, swallowing a moan when Ransom dragged his tongue over your slit. “This had better be really good, you interrupted my orgasm.”

“I think Long John has calicivirus.” Jake had that anxious tone to his voice that let you know he was genuinely concerned, even though it was probably unwarranted.

“Did you Google that?” You let out a small gasp when Ransom thrust a finger inside you as he continued lapping at your clit, grinding into his face as you felt yourself ramping up again. “Why do you think he’s sick?”

“He keeps making this weird noise. Like every 90 minutes.”

“Alright, send me the video.” You yanked on Ransom’s hair when he slipped in a second finger, squeezing your thighs around his ears and arching into his face as you pulled up your screen. “Uh-huh, that’s a sneeze. You called me about a sneeze.”

“Just a sneeze? Oh my god, such a cute sneeze!” You could hear Jake fussing over the phone and rolled your eyes. “Who’s the cutest little sneezer?”

“Ha-happy to help… oh god!” You dropped the phone when pleasure raged through your system, whining as you vibrated against Ransom’s face while he let out a deeply satisfied groan.

When he disconnected to climb up your body, he could still hear Jake chattering away on the discarded phone, smiling ruefully as he picked it up and pressed kisses all over your neck.

“Hey, J?” The man on the other end of the line let out a surprised chirp when Ransom spoke to him, finally stopping his babbling about how cute the cat was playing with a laser pointer last night. “I’m real glad the cat’s doing good, but it’s Sunday morning, and I’ve got a wife to satisfy. She’ll call you in a couple of hours, ok?”

“Oh, ok!” Right back to his cheerful self, it was impossible to stay annoyed with that man for long. “Tell her I love her, and love you!”

“Yeah, we love you too, J.” Ransom grunted when he pushed into you, grinning when your fingers dug into his back as you clenched around him. “You really need to quit googling things, though.”

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A/N: And Ari of course has to scold his cubby once he realizes he called ninja on a Sunday over a sneeze, threatening to take his phone away because he gets himself too worked up and he needs to just enjoy the new pets. He also definitely hears from Ransom about letting his boy know the importance of his and ninja’s Sunday morning activities, and that if he doesn’t want his boy to get yelled at, he should keep him from trying to call ninja until after noon.

#natalie answers #anon answered #no love like your love au #ninja and puppy #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x you #ransom x you #chris evans #ari levinson #jake jensen #asks are always open

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Whining/Crying

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #19

Fandom/OCs: MCU Avengers/ Sick!Natasha Romanov

Title: In the Mood

Words: 1423

Inspiration: This post about crying when waking up alone from @sickromancer​

Author’s comments: This is another prompt that definitely wouldn’t have worked for me without the right character. I am generally not into whining or crying. But someone so tough and strong and independent breaking down and letting themselves be held and taken care of will never not be perfect. So, have some pathetic Natasha Romanov with a tender, loving Clint. 

CW: Swearing, but not too much. 

Being sick was actually the fucking worst, and Natasha was not in the mood. Somehow this damned flu had gone through every member of the Avengers (they were all suspecting alien involvement) until it finally caught up with her, though she'd done everything she could to avoid it, and now she was pissed at every single one of them. Bruce with his Hulk-sized sneezes, Tony with his germy hands all over everything, Thor coughing loud enough for the entire tower to hear for days, Steve sweating all over the training room even when he was half dead on his feet, and of course Clingy Clint, pressing his feverish face against her pitifully, no matter how many times she pushed him away. Her strict regimen of hand washing and taking every immunity vitamin known to man had failed her. She didn't know which one of her teammates had gotten her sick (though she had her suspicions), so she made it a problem for every single one of them.

To their credit, the guys took this quite well. She had played caregiver for all of them at one time or another (mostly from a distance recently), so they were happy to return the favor, even with a side of Natasha attitude. She whined about every little thing, from her headache to the temperature of the room to the volume of their talking. Several of them still had lingering symptoms, and she managed to complain about this, too. She didn’t like them coughing and sneezing around her, complaining that they were spreading their germs everywhere, even though it was already too late. Perhaps that was the point. Since it was already too late, she was going to complain all the harder about what had caused her sickness in the first place. 

She knew she was being a bitch, but reining in her attitude was just too much effort in times like these. Ever since she’d been a tiny girl she hated being sick, hated showing weakness, and hated having to be taken care of, so she got irrationally angry whenever it happened. However, she didn’t like using her teammates as her punching bags, so after a few days she kept mostly to her suite alone. Only Clint came and went for sporadic bursts of company, as he was the only person she could tolerate for any length of time when her head hurt. 

When he came to see her, though, they rarely talked. Mostly they just laid in bed together, with Clint rubbing her back or stroking her hair. Clint was extremely tactile when he was feeling poorly, so his caretaking style also tended to be more cuddly than anything else. Sometimes this annoyed Natasha, but at times, when symptoms were at their worst, it really was nice to curl up against a human pillow, and Clint was more than willing to oblige. 

This is how they found themselves on the evening of the fourth day of Natasha's illness, curled up together in bed in her suite. Natasha's head was pillowed on Clint's chest, and she was being slowly lulled into a doze by his rhythmic breathing. Suddenly he spoke, startling her. 

"Are your symptoms getting worse? How's your head, throat, everything?" he murmured.

"No noticeable change. I'm still miserable but that's my baseline currently. Why?"

"Think your fever's up is all. You're very warm," he said simply, stroking her hair. "And you've been quiet all day."

She huffed a sigh. "Figures. Honestly, I’m too exhausted to notice anything else. So I guess that makes sense." 

“Then just sleep. You’ll feel better if you do,” he said, closing his own eyes. 

“Mm,” she sighed, following suit as she burrowed deeper into the blanket covering both of them. 

~~~

Fever dreams were the worst part about being sick for a person with a past like hers. Usually sleeping with Clint kept them at bay, but not this time. She flitted from dream to dream, each more horrible than the last. 

At first she was running, and it seemed like she was running toward something. Her teammates. Someone was in trouble. Her lungs were burning, but she knew she couldn’t reach them in time. Then she realized she was passing her friends one by one as they looked on disinterestedly, and then it dawned on her– she wasn’t running toward, she was running away. Something was chasing her, and there was no hope of outrunning it. She could feel it getting closer, but she dared not turn to see what it was. The dream shifted again, and suddenly she was running through the woods all alone. It was too foggy to see what was ahead. Suddenly her foot was no longer touching the ground–she had run off the edge of a cliff. Time froze as she looked down into the fathomless depths below, and began to fall, slowly plummeting to her death.

She woke with a gasp, soaked in sweat. She was panting wildly, as if she’d actually been running. Her heart was thrumming out of control. The room was dark, and she was all alone. 

She tried to steady her breathing, and get her bearings, but her mind would not still. She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but it had to have been several hours, because it was dark outside, where it had been light when she nodded off, and this disoriented her even more. She felt like she was missing something, but she at first couldn’t place it. Then she realized: Clint was gone. He was here when she had fallen asleep, and now he had disappeared. 

Tears began to prick her eyes against her will at this realization. It was just like the dream. Everyone had abandoned her. She wrapped the blanket more tightly around herself as she began to shiver, both from terror and bone-wracking chills as her sweat cooled. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The tears began to flow past her lids against her will. 

“Clint?” she croaked, barely audible. “Where are you?” She cleared her throat with a grimace and tried again. “Clint?” she wavered, stronger but no less needy. “Clint, are you here?”

There was no answer. The dark corners of the room seemed to be encroaching very fast, but her legs were shaking too much to walk over to the light switch. Her nose was running in earnest now. She tried to sniffle, but her nasal passages were too inflamed. She wiped at the drips with her sleeve, still trying fruitlessly to breathe without gasping. 

“Clint,”she gasped, covering her face with her hands as she began to sob freely but softly, shoulders shaking with effort. It was too much. She was so scared. So alone. 

A strong arm enveloped her moments later, almost making her leap out of her skin. Clint pulled her close against himself, wrapping her in both arms. Realizing who it was, she pressed into him desperately, sobbing onto his chest. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” he whispered over and over, rocking and holding her. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. Just breathe, ‘Tash.” 

Slowly, slowly she regained control. Even when she was quieter he continued to rock her, rubbing her back soothingly. At last she pulled away, but only because the state of her nose was now emergent. She used several tissues to blow and wipe, taking her time with this, and unable to meet Clint’s eyes. 

“Sorry about your shirt,” she mumbled after a while. “That was… a lot.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Or explain. We all know how the dreams can be,” he said quietly. “It’s because your fever is so high. You should take something for it. And I brought you some fresh water, too.” He nodded to the pill bottles on her nightstand. She complied immediately. Meanwhile he turned on the lights in the room and tuned the stereo to a peaceful jazz station. She recognized the song, a quiet version of “In the Mood '' by the Glenn Miller Band, and she was immediately calmer. When she had swallowed a handful of medication, he lifted his arm wordlessly, and she slid under it without hesitation, pressing her face against him for a moment and breathing in his comforting smell. 

“Thank you,” she said, almost too quietly to hear. Clint had managed to save her entire mood in a matter of moments. She knew she didn’t need to tell him this, though; he already knew. 

His only reply was to secure his arm more tightly around her, pressing his lips to her hair.

#sicktember 2022 #prompt 19 #mcu avengers #everyone is hotter with a fever #sickfic

[wheelsup]

the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon. 

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you. 

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger. 

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week. 

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept. 

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling. 

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you. 

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!” 

Your head just about exploded when she said that. 

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you. 

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”  

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.” 

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless? 

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.” 

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim. 

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured. 

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?” 

“That his girlfriend died last year.” 

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there. 

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit. 

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…” 

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.” 

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from. 

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not. 

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made. 

“There’s nothing I need from you.” 

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?” 

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea. 

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more. 

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off. 

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.” 

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

*

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch. 

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!” 

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales. 

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets. 

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down. 

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works. 

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so. 

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.” 

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend. 

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?” 

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income. 

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended. 

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill. 

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe. 

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.” 

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped. 

“Did you need something?” 

“Did you… did you not hear what I just said?!” 

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.” 

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line. 

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?” 

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.” 

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care. 

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him. 

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.” 

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.” 

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency. 

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that. 

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here. 

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?” 

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.” 

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before. 

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath. 

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly. 

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.” 

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer. 

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you. 

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems. 

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that. 

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that. 

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him. 

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.” 

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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[mcheang]

Volpina vs Old Lady

Anybody recognize her? 😂

After a disappointing vacation to Africa, Nana decided to visit Paris instead. There were less bad kitties there.

Plagg suddenly sneezed. Adrien felt a chill down his spine and raised the aircon temperature.

Nana liked Paris. The culture and friendly Parisians were charming, she was even getting addicted to the goodies at the Dupain-Cheng patisserie. She decided to visit there every day to try a new treat.

Marinette was such a darling girl that she even gave Nana a homemade Christmas present for being such a regular customer.

The only thing annoying Nana were the frequent akumas and that bad black kitty.

Not that the akumas ever attacked her. They just disrupted her holiday itinerary. And she is not impressed by a flirty kitty distracting a serious heroine.

One day, nearing Christmas, Nana had just neared the patisserie to give Marinette one of her handmade scarves. They both love to bond about the joys of knitting. When she saw a girl in ugly orange play a flute, before suddenly turning into Marinette, but with an evil smile.

Ugh. Another akuma. But this one trying to frame Marinette? Unacceptable.

As Volpina started wrecking the bakery (the real Marinette was outside giving gifts to the homeless and orphanages), Nana suddenly came in and said, “Bad akuma!”

To Volpina’s surprise, the little old lady whacked her in the head with a surprisingly heavy purse, breaking her illusion in a puff of orange smoke.

Nana: framing a sweet girl on Christmas Eve? Unforgivable! Take that! And that!

Basically Nana gives Volpina a major beat down.

Tom: Nana, stop, she’s just a girl!

Nana: she’s an akuma with a magical suit.

Tom: true...but still...

Nana: she framed your daughter

Tom: she’s not worth it

Nana: she still deserves a good smack. In my day, we would have used a cane.

I think a cane would be preferable to her purse...

Volpina: Hawkmoth, help!

The akuma left Lila alone. Nana had to stop now. But Lila was still bruised without a miraculous cure.

Lila: what is wrong with you? How could you hurt me?

Nana: how could you frame Marinette? Such a sweet girl, giving gifts to the poor.

Lila: she’s a bully

Nana: ha! As if! I know bullies, and Marinette is definitely not one. You seem like the type.

Lila: I am not! I help Prince Ali with his charities.

Nana: never heard of him. But if you yourself claim to be innocent, why the desire for revenge, huh?

Lila: it was Hawkmoth!

Nana: he only persuades you to do what you already want to do!

Lila: no, I-

Nana smacked Lila on the face again. “And that’s for still trying to frame Marinette on Christmas Eve!”

Lila burst into tears and ran away, terrified of the old lady. It’s not like she can turn people on an elderly lady...especially when they also seem either awed or petrified of her.

Hawkmoth felt Volpina’s pain and wondered what would happen if he akumatized the old lady...maybe another day...he called back his akuma.

Nathalie looked up when Gabriel left his lair. “No new akuma? What happened to Miss Rossi’s petty jealous tantrum?”

Gabriel: she got beat up by an old lady

Nathalie: I wish I could have seen it

Gabriel: I’m pretty sure I saw a customer filming it.

Nathalie: do you think Lila’s resulting embarrassment will be worth an akuma?

Gabriel:...you just want to watch her get beat up again, don’t you?

Nathalie: I’m the one who has to spend more time with her at photoshoots. The brat is insufferable and exhausting. And she never shuts up! If she’s not bragging, she’s whining.

Gabriel: mmm....consider it an extra Christmas present then.

True to form, the video of Nana beating up Volpina before calling out Lila for wanting to frame Marinette got a million hits within ten minutes. Lila’s accusations about Marinette being a bully are in direct contrast to her public actions giving free presents and food. Nana’s remark about how Hawkmoth only encouraged her inner desires also struck home. Lila wanted to hurt Marinette. If she were really a victim, she would want justice/revenge and truth, not framework. That’s not how previous bullied-victims-turned-akumas had done. Stoneheart and Evillustrator sought revenge, not framing. Lady Wifi and Silencer sought truth.

Confronted by all the negative comments, Lila is transformed back into Volpina to frame Nana as a wacko old lady.

She returns to the patisserie with her new disguise and wrecks the shop, insulting Marinette’s family in the process.

Marinette correctly suspects this is a vengeful Volpina rather than the real Nana, who mentioned she would be on a museum tour.

Nana learns of the imposter and asks her fellow tour groupées to help clear her name. They all post her true whereabouts and declare her innocence.

Chat Noir is alarmed at this and runs to the museum to protect Nana because obviously Volpina will be after her.

To everyone’s surprise, Nana is not welcoming towards the hero offering her a lift to safety. Instead he is the next one to receive a purse in the face.

Nana: bad kitty! Didn’t your parents teach you to treat your elders with respect? Learn to ask for permission before carrying me around like a bride across the city! And you think an old lady can’t take care of herself? Give us more credit! Don’t assume we are all fragile and vulnerable. I can take care of myself!

Ladybug arrives.

Ladybug: Nana! Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright. Um...why are you hitting Chat Noir with a ruler?

Nana: this bad kitty needs to learn manners.

Ladybug: Chat, say you’re sorry. But Nana, we can’t ask you to fight in this battle for us. It’s our job to take care of you. Which is a shame because you are really good at kicking akuma butt.

Nana patted Ladybug’s cheek. “Such a sweet girl. Don’t worry. I can check out the gift store and hide in there. But that faker will probably find me there. Why not use me as bait?”

Rena shows up. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Rena plays her flute and transforms into Nana.

Nana hummed, eyeing her doppleganger. “Not bad.”

Volpina does show up, intent on proving she can take on an old lady. Come on, she has agility, she should have some strength too.

Only Nana turns out to be an angry Rena.

When Lila is deakumatized, both Rena and Nana tear into her for lying and framing an old lady. And yes, the matter is clear that Lila and Ladybug are not best friends at all.

There are videos of this, of course. And some commenters join the cause to unravel Lila’s outrageous lies, helpfully told by their classmates.

It is enough to gather the attention of the embassy. Mrs Rossi is ashamed of her daughter and agrees to send her back home because clearly she will be very negative in this city for a while now.

Not that home is any better since her videos have gone viral all around the world.

Lila is sentenced to homeschooling where she is safe. But to prevent her from learning of her own infamy, all electronics are confiscated. Lila herself knows any dreams of fame and riches are now dashed unless she wants to turn to crime.

She will have to undergo a major physical transformation and get a new name if she wants to re-enter society....after she is cleared by her psychiatrist that is...

Back in Paris, Chat wonders why the old lady seems to hate him. Then he finds a news article about her beating up a lion.

Plagg: she hates cats in general. Lucky us.

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[levisgirll]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: Since it was stated by Isyama that Levi is actually the most emotional character compared to the others in attack on titan. He clearly refuses to show any sort of his emotions to any of his comrades and this makes himself to be seen as a cold-hearted man, but this isn't true as I believe he has great self-control and therefore controls his emotions and bottles them up. So, I thought of this which I think he might do whenever it rains as it makes him feel emotional and on rainy days (and thinks of the death of Isabel and Farlan especially), he is not seen by anyone but y/n spots him. (incoming the feels- but trust me its good)

synopsis: y/n first time sees levi tear up outside in the rain as it reminds him of the death of his closet comrades and they start to comfort him.

cute & sad fluff  ♡ -

It was a long gloomy day and all training were cancelled for today. Every scout had to be indoors as it was raining heavily outside.

“Ugh...this rain! When will it stop Y/N?” Connie said annoyed and he glanced over towards you. 

You raised your eyebrow to what he said. “What are they, a weather forecast? How would Y/N know.” You started to chuckle a bit when Jean entered the mess hall overhearing Connie.

You, Connie, Sasha and Armin were all sitting together at the table.

“Jean...where have you been?” You said as you got up.

“Hange told me to give these papers to Captain Levi, but I cant seem to find him.” Jean said while scratching the back of his head.

“Have you been to his office?” Armin called out, but unfortunately Jean went on explaining he was not there and he had to find him to give him the papers as it was needed to be done by tomorrow morning for Commander Erwin.

“Hm....give them to me! I’ll try and find Levi” You willing said, offering to help. Jean smiled at you “Thanks, I owe you one!”.

As you got the papers you left the mess hall, to start your search for Captain Levi.

“ ‘Levi’...huh? They seem to be close” Sasha called out with a smirk as you left the mess hall.

You first went to the kitchen. No one. To his bedroom. No sign of him again. You almost checked out the whole building and did not find Levi. This was very uncommon as you knew his whereabouts very well and him disappearing was unusual.

You looked over to the window, and decided to check outside. As you went out, you took your survey crops cape and headed out into the rain.

Although, you slowly started to walk towards the training area as you spotted someone standing in the center of the training area...?

Hm, who is that...? Wait is that Levi!  You knew that figure body well, and started to run towards him.

“Hey Levi!! What are you-” Your stomach dropped as you stopped immediately and caught your breath, surprised by what you just saw. Your eyes started to widen. Is Levi....tearing up...

Your heart started to feel heavy and miserable. It was your first time to see this man tear up and you felt so weak.

Levi was looking up towards the sky as the rain drops were hitting on his face and his eyes were shut. But he stopped when he heard your voice and he turned around looking at you so quickly.

“Y-Y/N..!!” You heard his voice tremble a bit and that gave you pain in your heart. “I...”

You quickly went to him and gave him a tight hug, which was caught by his surprise.

“You....can cry it’s okay, don't bottle it all up. I’m here to hold you.” You said as you brought your arms around his shoulders and hugged him carefully and gently.

He just stood there so shocked, while tears were running down from his cheeks. After processing what you told him, he decided to hug you back, around your waist and buried his face on your neck to sob quietly.

With the heavy rain, you didn't hear his sobs but he was holding you tightly. This hug. He really was hurting. You tried to cover his head with the cape and rubbed his head lovely. This calmed him down and made him go back to look at your face.

“Y/N.....Don’t die and leave alone me in this world please. I-I want you being by my side. Your important to me Y/N....everyone that is gone....made me feel emotionless....fuck.. I feel like I am drowning.”

“Levi, your tears mean you feel deeply. And that is a good thing” You brought your left hand and started to caress his cheek which he lend on to softly. “I wont die that easily, I’m strong. And I want you too Levi... I want to be home to you! Whenever we see each other, I want to make you feel happy, be yourself and..” You looked away and a faint blush started to appear on your cheeks “...I want to make you feel loved by me.”

You let him go slowly and the heavy rain started to drizzle softly.

He grabbed your hands and when you looked at him, he gave you the most loveliest smile ever and his tears on his eyes made him look handsome, they were lit as the sunshine started to appear. “Y/N...Thank you...” 

Words could not explain how thankful he was to have you by his side but you knew that. Whenever it rains, he would think of this moment that happened and he would always give a small smile and think of you. It was truly one the most important moments in his life that he wont forget, and how you both felt.

Perhaps, in bad/sad days there is some good in it. As there is always light in the darkness. You, were his light and he loved that about you.

Bonus: The next day you started to sneeze and Levi quickly took care of you the whole day (even though you told him you were not that sick).

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