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racingliners · 1 year

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F1 Re-Watch 2022: Round 8 - Azerbaijan

alternatively titled: F1 Liveblog - Well Done Baku edition

Very much no memories head empty on this one, truly going into it blind. oh boy.

I really hope Seb did well bc idk if I can handle watching this for 2 hours for nothing 😭

at least he looks very pretty in the intro

I was very briefly on the F1 tv comms and Ben Edwards my beloved I had no idea he worked for F1 now.

Alas I still switched to international. For Ted crumbs ✊

SEB IN THE TOP 10

oh christ he started next to Fernando

2012 called they want their quali results back

Ah. Charles on pole. So he’s not winning then?

(I know I’ve seen this film before, and we all know the ending)

[Start/Lap 1]: Aaaaaaand Perez takes the lead at the start

all clean into turn one though??? Well done Baku

...so far all clean on the first lap??? You mean everyone had their braincells???

ayyyyyy Seb up into P8.

[Lap 2]: Perez with over a second gap already. oof.

also. a completely clean first lap. I am astounded.

oh nvm Nicky got a stop go penalty for a starting grid infringement. ouch.

[Lap 3]: ahhhh Seb’s behind Lewis

besties that race together thrive together

even though Seb’s 1.4 back bc AMR22 gonna tractor

[Lap 4]: “Red Bull is quick” yeah no shit Carlos

[Lap 6]: Charles probably has jaws music playing in his head rn. I feel it’s inevitable that Verstappen’s going to pass him.

[Lap 8]: There has been zero Ted crumbs. Was he not at Baku???

These are the things I think about bc not much has really happened.

[Lap 9]: and as I say that Sainz has stopped at the turn 4 run off

ouch mechanical failure

VSC!

[Lap 10]: Two seconds of Seb before cutting to Leclerc in the pits.

Can I at least get a Bono or Antti sighting to make up for it?

oh Seb jumped Lewis at the stop!!

The Ferrari mechanics kicking the tyre after the slow stop is a mood.

and VSC gone

[Lap 12]: Seb onboard!! chasing Ocon for P9

Lewis following behind munching on some popcorn

Seb was second fastest in the speedtrap in quali?? that’s my boy!!!

[Lap 13]: And he was in P9 for two seconds before binning it into the run off 😭

the spin he did to rejoin was sexy though

Livery watch!! Italian flag Alfa Romeo v stunning

[Lap 15]: oh. Red Bull on Red Bull violence-ish

“No fighting”

....if I speak

[Lap 16]: ANYWAY back to Esteban v Lewis

[Lap 17]: Ouch Perez with a 5.7 stop. Just to rub salt in the wound.

[Lap 18]: ooooh nice pass from Lewis on Ocon for P9

[Lap 19]: and Leclerc into the lead. How long will this last? 😬

[Lap 20]: ayyyy Seb sighting!!

also Baku alert the McLaren’s are thinking about fighting

aaaaaand Ferrari engine go poof. Again.

Clowneria Ferrari strikes again

[Lap 21]: Dan and Pierre are fighting

Cut to Mattia looking dead inside. Sums up Ferrari’s 2022 tbh.

[Lap 22]: And Gasly passes Dan like it was nothing 😶

“The big battle now is in the midfield” The battles is almost always in the midfield that’s where is spice is in races

oof the Alpha Tauri’s are racy rn, Yuki just got past Ocon.

[Lap 23]: AND SEB BACK INTO P9 LET’S GO

Esteban v Seb v Guanyu for P8 👀

pls don’t mess it up again Seb

aw no Zhou has some kind of mechanical problem 😔

[Lap 24]: Esteban v Seb 2 electric boogaloo

Livery Watch (you know the drill): AM preeeeeeetty

[Lap 25]: AND HE GETS P8 THAT’S MY BOYYYYYYY!!!!!

that was a v pretty pass. We love to see it.

(Unrelated, I miss Ted)

[Lap 26]: And Lewis also gets past Dan like it’s nothing for P5

“We know that Alpine was slippier than an eel on steroids in the straight line” Crofty?????

I mean tbf he was overtaking a Haas

[Lap 27]: And Alonso gets past Esteban

I do not know if I can take a Seb v Fernando battle at half past 10 on a Tuesday evening

Shoutout to the midfield for once again carrying the entertainment levels of a race

[Lap 29]: Yikes, I have never heard Lewis sound in pain over radio before. The whole porpoising stuff was a mess

You can actually hear the car skidding over the sound of the engine. BIG yikes.

[Lap 32]: Pretty sure Esteban is going for Perez’s Minister of Defence title, he’s like a mobile blue and pink brick wall.

[Lap 33]: And a very slow Haas. And another Ferrari engine going poof.

Ferrari PUs clearly not Baku fans.

and another VSC

[Lap 34]: ...McLaren are going to pit Dan right? He still needs to stop

oh phew they did.

Seb up into P7 😏

Though he is once again behind Lewis.

[Lap 35]: And we’re green!

and a Seb sighting!!!

[Lap 36]: Lewis did indeed have a tyre advantage he got past Yuki like cutting through butter

15 laps left, and this race has felt both long and short at the same time.

[Lap 37]: Somewhat distressed Toto sighting

oh shit Yuki’s DRS is split down the middle, that’s not fun.

Yup, black and orange flag, that’s such rotten luck. Although I have never seen DRS break like that ever

[Lap 39]: I love it when they just slap duct tape on things. Peak motorsport.

[Lap 40]: And Seb up into P6, once again behind Lewis, they clearly had some magnetic pull going on in Baku.

[Lap 41]: And suddenly Verstappen can’t use DRS???

Red Bull branded teams not being besties with DRS it seems

[Lap 43]: Lewis really catching Gasly 👀

[Lap 44]: And he gets the move done into turn 4. noice.

Ouch. Cut to Ferrari starting to pack up the garage and pitwall. Cue distant Italian sobbing.

[Lap 46]: Anyway Seb’s still holding in P6!!!!! We really do love to fucking see it!!!!!

[Lap 47]: Lewis’ seat has gone cold???? W13 gonna W13 I guess.

and Lance mechanical DNF

Also trying not to think about Verstappen breaking Seb’s Red Bull podium record.

[Lap 49]: Shoutout to Gasly dragging the Alpha Tauri into P5. We love the midfield continuing to smash it.

oop the McLaren’s are thinking about fighting

[Lap 51/Finish]: Aaaand Red Bull 1-2.

Granted the Ferrari’s both DNFing helped Merc, but shoutout to George and Lewis dragging the W13 into third and fourth. I could never.

SEB IN P6 YABADABADEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Well... honestly idk how I felt about that race. Stuff happened, and there were some medium spice battles but it felt more of a race by strategy than anything else, with the mechanical failure induced VSCs. Though Seb did get his season-best result so we’ll always stan that.

6 and a half front wings out of 10.

Next Race: Canada

#F1 Re watch #F1 2022 re watch #F1 LIveblog #Azerbaijan edition

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 152

I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it...

Okay, maybe I am. I managed to queue up the chapters I had in the barrel! Yay!! Which also means that I have a super duper exciting chapter coming up, which I can’t wait to write and can’t wait for y’all to read. I just need it to be perfect.

That said, thank you to @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog for your help with this particular chapter. I love when we are all three in one of these sessions and just descending into chaos in the chat. Also, @mamayoda (who I can’t tag but I do want you to know I see your likes in my notes!) for love-bombing my notes recently.

“Is it just me or is everyone really jumpy?” Charly asked as I set my food down across from her. It was our thrice-weekly lunch dates in one of the public mess halls, and she definitely had a point. I had already noticed three people scowl distrustfully at the food consoles, hugging closely to the prepared food side of the room instead.

I sighed. “It has to have been Derek’s stress test. It wasn’t supposed to impact systems we didn’t design, but…”

She snorted loudly. “Tell that to the week I spent taking cold showers again. At least this time, the doors didn’t play any music when I walked through them.”

“Did your doors at least open consistently? I was stuck in my quarters for a whole day until we figured out that I could walk through if I had an escort.” I laughed and shook my head before digging in to my food. “And, come to find out, we actually do manage the water systems, thanks to BioLab 2.”

Contrary to myself, Charly was entirely unperturbed at this revelation beyond sniffing her hoodie and shrugging. “My doors worked fine as far as I know, but Coffey and I tend to work the same hours, so… Maybe that was it. Oo!” Her cheer of enthusiasm caught me off guard as she started bouncing in her seat. “OOOOO! I bet he activated the routine Xiomara had running when you and Jokul weren’t friends yet!”

“There was a routine!?” I asked, exasperated. “I behaved, thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

“Meh. Just in case. What do you think her deal is?” She tilted her head to the side, at a table near us.

Sure enough, the woman at that table was darting glances around the room, her shoulders hunched, elbows close to her body, eyes wide. I could practically feel her shaking from where I was. “I can’t tell if she looks suspicious or afraid,” I murmured, hoping the woman couldn’t hear me. “But the fact that I’ve met mice and chihuahuas who shook less, I’m going to go with afraid.”

As I watched the woman, weighing whether or not a stranger trying to comfort her would make it better or worse, Mona’s familiar face approached her instead. She was speaking softly enough that I couldn’t make out words, but the woman clearly recognized her and only jumped slightly.

I was so focused on the sight of Mona comforting the woman that I nearly hit the ceiling when Parvati’s voice came from entirely too close to my right shoulder. “Rebecca. She lost her family twice, first her parents, some cousins, and an uncle when the hack happened, and then her partner and children in the After. It’s understandable that she’s terrified right now, after the stress test. Too many bad memories.”

My face flushed in humiliation. “Pranav and Zach sent a ship-wide alert that the stress test was happening - “

A perfectly manicured hand clapped over my mouth, one dark eyebrow arched in eloquent disbelief. “Sophia. You of all people know that mental scars do not heed logic.”

Charly’s hair flew around her face as she nodded enthusiastically. “After day three of cold showers, I flinched every time I went through a door in case that stupid song started playing again, no matter how many times I reminded myself that it was a stress test and I had decidedly not given Derek boba tea again.”

Both my hands flew up in surrender. “I stand corrected, I just feel awful to see people react like that.” Gazing around the room, I was suddenly much more aware of all the darting eyes, protective postures, seats turned so that backs were against walls.

Charly had obviously seen the same thing. “We may need to talk to Pranav about limiting the tests to one or two systems at a time.”

“I wish we could,” I admitted, stabbing a potato out of my pie slightly harder than necessary. “His department was passing the tests with flying colors when Derek was limited to one or two systems at a time. But they failed this last test miserably, it turns out. As soon as they would react to one thing, Derek would switch to another system, and they couldn’t be everywhere at once as well as they convinced themselves that they could. And they can’t just be good at small scale attacks: the revolt that happened before the End brought everything down at once, from multiple access points. It was… kind of elegant, in a terrible way. Very clean.”

Charly squinted at me and Parvati in suspicion. “Are you supposed to know that they crashed and burned in the test.”

I rocked my hand back and forth while I chewed on a mouthful of crust. It had way too much butter in it, but at least it was actually crust this time. A week ago it had been something pretty close to paper mache. “Technically we don’t officially know that. Officially, all we know is that Pranav has requisitioned enough additional staff to increase his team of programmers by seventy percent.”

“Asses handed to them, got it,” Charly nodded in understanding.

“We also officially know that Pranav currently owes Hannah quite the enormous favor,” Parvati confided.

“How big?” Charly ventured slowly.

“Big enough that his grandchildren may be indebted to hers,” came the laughing response.

Charly shook her head and clucked her tongue. “He should know better than to bet against Derek. He breaks the systems for fun, and they asked him to really go for it. What did they expect?”

“Apparently to put up a better fight at least.” I forced a smile, but guilt weighed on my heart as I studied the room again, fully seeing the microexpressions of anxiety, fear, and anger. It felt like the entire Ark was constantly swinging between hope and fear. The random drills weren’t really helping, either.

“They aren’t,” Parvati agreed, letting me know that I had been thinking out loud. “Everyone is sleep deprived, on high alert, and then all of a sudden all the computer systems went on the fritz for a week.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, pushing what was left of my pot pie away from me, appetite gone. “We need to talk to Grey and Antoine about getting counselling for everyone, seeing as how Xiomara and Pranav pretty much just triggered the entire ship. I mean, everyone knows counselling is available, but I think allocating training and resources to the therapy teams is going to take priority over Pranav’s request for the moment.”

Charly tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do we have the space for some quiet rooms, like you set up for the Food Festival a few years back? That may be a good idea.”

Snapping into work-mode, Parvati flicked her datapad open, bangles clattering as she started making notes. “The quarters left by those who relocated closer to the Archives are still uninhabited, those can be used. We may be able to convince some people to relocate so we can spread the rooms out more evenly, but even if we can’t, just having those rooms available will help.”

“Make a note to add in the proposal for Grey: possibility of having specific vendors permitted to serve food in BioLab 2. Encourage mental health days and picnics.”

Parvati nodded in acknowledgement of my request, before adding her own spin. “As a contingency plan, find vendors who will pre-package picnics. Between the current distrust of the consoles and the fact it will remind everyone of the annual Festival, the good emotions will help.”

“I like it,” I confirmed. “What else?”

“Paintball tag day in the corridors,” Charly announced, without preamble or warning. “Make it a holiday, everyone is off work, limit it to one end of the Ark.”

I shook my head. “Guns, not the best idea.”

“Ew, no. No pew-pew.” She wrinkled her nose. “I was thinking more paint-soaked splash bombs.”

Finger guns deployed, dual wielding. “I am so here for a paintball tag day in that case. The flavored paint?”

“Not the scotch bonnet please,” Parvati begged. “I just know someone will get that in the face, I don’t care how much Else likes it.”

“Got it, no more pepper spraying people,” Charly agreed seriously. “OOO! I could test the new arrows out! With something like buttered popcorn paint, obviously. Maybe kiwi on the other team.”

“Just limit the pull on the bows, okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Fiiiiine…”

Parvati smiled and added to her notes. “So, we probably want someone to correlate the current date to whatever the date would be on Earth… Just in case we need to get a consultant for Holi.”

“Good point. Conor is alarmingly good at that, so I can ask him. It would be a nice cultural event if we could do that. If not, we can totally work on celebrating Holi when it comes around.”

“Final suggestion for right now, because I have to get back to work,” I sighed happily. “This is going to be the biggest ask, and the smallest at the same time…” Both nodded at me to continue. “Care packages, for everyone. And I mean everyone on the Ark.”

“Sophia,” Parvati scolded me. “That’s almost ten thousand people and sixteen animal companions.”

“Well aware,” I forged on, “We’ll talk to Sam about the bows, I can wrap them. Commission some of those really nice chocolates, or maybe some taffy from Simon. And something salty. I know there is someone on the Ark who makes aromatherapy candles, Tyche is bananas about them.”

Shaking her head, she added it to the list. “If you insist on that, I insist on a celebration for the drop out of FTL. Hannah and I can use some of the plans from the Food Festival, include Charly’s paint tag - “

“And Kink Night!”

“- and Kink Night, apparently… have several events going on across the Ark, since we already discussed declaring a holiday.”

“Get Bash’s permission to use the Undine again, and I won’t object,” I surrendered before standing. “On that note, I really do have to get back to work. Come on, Vati, we have work to do apparently.”

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arostormblessed · 5 years

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Babysitting

Soo this is my first time writing a fic and it’s a little bit iffy but eh I’m posting it anyway. It ended up being a lot longer than originally intended so I’m only putting up the first part right now. WIP so don’t judge too hard. It looks like it’s going to be a cool action story about some looming villain but is actually just about the avenger kids babysitting Morgan. Lots of Peter & Morgan being siblings ‘cause I love them. Oh and contains Endgame spoilers I guess so don’t read if you haven’t seen it yet. Enjoy

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Communication was iffy, to say the least, among the remaining Avengers after the second snap. What with many retiring, some being halfway across the world, and a large percentage of them in space, it wasn’t always clear as to how to get in touch with each other. Whenever a threat arose big enough to alert everyone, it usually went through Nick Fury, who seemed to have an obscure way of contacting everyone. At the moment, though, he and Agent Hill were investigating the aftermath of some European incidents, and were indisposed. That meant the process was much slower.

It had started when Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel herself, had heard about trouble brewing on a distant planet; something that might affect the rest of the galaxy as well. Upon visiting the said planet and realizing it was much worse than she could have imagined, she made the decision to call in some backup.

She managed to track down the Benatar, because of the homing device the Guardians had entrusted to her. From there, Thor gave Rocket Bruce’s email address and sent him a message, hoping for the best. Intergalactic messaging is normally not the quickest, but it was going to have to work. Carol led the Guardians to the planet, insisting there was no time to waste. The Earthens would make it there eventually, but until they did, there wasn’t a minute to spare.

Dr. Bruce Banner, currently large, green, and Hulky, received the email approximately twenty-two hours after it was sent. He was working in his lab then, and at first was delighted to get correspondence from his adventuring buddies, but quickly became horrified at the news. He made nine phone calls in the next half-hour, to a various number of people.

.***

“So, uh, because of all that there will be a Wakandan airship arriving on your farm in about two minutes…”

“Um, what? Buddy, you gotta be kidding me. I’m retired, I thought you were too.” Clint had his phone pinched between his ear and his shoulder, attempting at multitasking.

“I know, I know, but-” Bruce paused and flinched as loud grinding sounds came from the other end. “What exactly are you doing right now?”

“I was trying to finish building our new shed.” Holding a wooden beam upright, he clicked the button on the drill he was holding and it whined as it forced in a screw. Using his left hand to dust sawdust off of his shirt, he set the drill down on his workbench and laid the phone flat on his shoulder. “Lila, hon, come here a sec. Tell your Uncle Bruce why I’m not skipping out on our father-daughter weekend.”

“Sure, Dad.” She laughed, setting down the bucket of apples she had been picking from a nearby tree. She jogged over to him and was handed the phone. Clint returned to building his shed.

“Clint- are you there?”

“Hey Uncle Bruce, I’m really sorry but my dad is unavailable this weekend because mom took the boys to her parents and I finally don’t have to deal with them for once, and once he’s done with his latest construction project he promised to teach me some moves on his sword and then we’re staying up late and eating ice cream-hey Dad what’s that noi-”

She dropped the phone in surprise as huge gusts of wind blew down on them from above. Lila’s hair whipped around her face as a glowing hexagonal shield appeared in the sky, revealing a sleek black airship. She glanced at Clint, who was shielding his eyes with his hand. He sighed. “Guess we’re going to have to pick this back up next weekend.”

***

The couch at the Lang household was, as far as they were concerned, the most comfortable piece of furniture in the world. Scott, Hope and Cassie had all settled into it, gigantic bowls of popcorn on their laps, and were just about to press play on their favorite movie when their phone rang. Scott dramatically dropped the remote beside him in defeat, and reached over to grab the phone from the coffee table.

“Who is it, Dad?” Cassie asked, looking over to see the number.

“If it’s Luis again, just leave it,” Hope joked, playfully stealing some popcorn from Cassie’s bowl.

“No, no. I gotta take this. It’s Bruce, my favorite guy!” he exclaimed, stepping into the next room.

“Is that the big green one?” Cassie whispered as Hope laughed.

“Hey, Doc Green, what’s up? Scott asked, leaning against the wall.

“Something bad, I’m afraid. We need both of you to come in.”

Scott rubbed his forehead. “What’s wrong? Can’t someone else take it for once? We just started movie night, man.”

“That’s pretty much what Clint said. But no, it’s an emergency, and we’re calling in the whole team.” Cassie listened from the living room, waiting anxiously. Secretive phone calls were never good. And neither were giant airships in your backyard.

***

“Bruce- are you sure? I mean, I’ve got both the kids here, and-” Pepper spoke into the phone with a hushed voice, leaning against the kitchen counter. She glanced over to the dining room table, where Peter was helping Morgan with her homework. Not that she had much homework at six years old, but Peter had taken it upon himself to make sure she lived up to the reputation of her genius father. That meant many late-night reading sessions.

In the year since the second snap, Peter and Morgan had grown close. They were basically siblings. Peter bounced from his apartment to the lake house to HQ, and Pepper had gotten to know him better. She really liked the kid, and decided to keep up her late husband’s legacy of parenting him. It’s what Tony would have wanted, anyway.

“I’m sorry, Pepper, but we really need everyone we can get. Rescue’s needed, too.” Bruce hated calling everyone in from their lives, but it was crucial.

Careful not to disturb the kids, she sighed and said quietly, “All right. But the kid stays here.”

“But Pepper, he’s got some powerful skills-”

“Out of the question. He’s seventeen, and he’s already had to deal with enough after everything Fury put him through.”

He started to protest more, but just sighed. “Okay, fine. Everyone’s going to meet up at your place in a few minutes. Expect lots of airships.”

“At this point, nothing would surprise me.” She hung up and set the phone down on the counter. She rested her chin in her hands, deep in thought. She had never been to space before; it was both exciting and terrifying. She didn’t want to leave Morgan, who had already lost one parent to a supernatural battle, but everything Bruce had told her made it clear this mission was more important than their daily lives. If Carol Danvers, one of the most powerful people in the galaxy, called for help, it was definitely serious.

“W-wan-”

“Close, look at the context clues.”

“Wonderful!”

“Yeah, you got it! Nice job, Morgs.” Pepper watched from the kitchen as Peter gave Morgan two high fives. Morgan was usually ornery as a donkey when it came to learning new words, but with Peter she didn’t seem to mind. She thought he was the coolest person in the world.

“Can we take a break? We’ve been going for hours,” she whined, yawning a little and slumping over into his lap. “And I want a juice pop.”

“Perfect timing. It’s probably getting close to your bedtime, too,” he teased, tickling the back of her neck. She squealed and sat up, batting away his hands. Scampering into the kitchen, she made a mad dash for the freezer before Pepper sidestepped in front of her, blocking it.

“Uh uh, little miss. Supper before dessert.” Morgan crossed her arms and stamped her foot, but failed to contain a smile.

“You haven't cooked us dinner yet, Mommy! How are we supposed to eat it?” she cried, throwing up her arms.

“There’s the leftover risotto in the fridge, I told you I would heat it up when you wanted it.”

She made a face. “That stuff’s gross.”

Pepper shrugged. “Guess you don’t get juice pops, then.”

“Hey- hey, Mrs. Stark, what’s happening out there?” Peter had pulled aside the curtains and was peeking out the window, where in the soft evening light you could just make out several descending airships. And a lot of noise.

“Mommy?” Morgan asked hesitantly, looking at her with wide, anxious eyes.

“Don’t worry, kids,” Pepper replied, walking up to the door and unlocking it. “This is just...well, you’ll see.”

Part two to come soon!

#fic #marvel #avengers #bruce banner #clint barton #lila barton #scott lang #cassie lang #pepper potts #peter parker #morgan stark #carol danvers #endgame spoilers #i know it's bad but i had fun writing it #i'll get to the point soon i promise

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margridarnauds · 5 years

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for the ship headcanon thing, peyronan + whichever you most want to answer!

I have been Summoned by the word “Peyronan”

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Ronan, while they were mid-cuddle and he was on the verge of going to sleep. It takes Lazare, like, several days to croak it out himself because he’s still in utter, absolute shock and trying to recover. If he ever does before You Know What happens, in which case it’s one of Lazare’s biggest regrets. And Ronan dies believing that Lazare, despite everything else, never truly loved him.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Laz is TERRIFIED that Ronan’s going to die from it, like...he consults his regiment’s physician and everything, trying to figure out the PERFECT cure, he fusses over Ronan day and night, constantly checks his temperature, it’s utterly adorable. To everyone except Ronan (though Ronan isn’t above feigning sleep so that Lazare will press his hand to his forehead longer), who really, really wants to get up and walk around and...no, Laz, I promise I won’t die if I take two steps out of bed. Yes, I’m sure. He gets a chicken soup recipe from his company’s physician and MAKES IT HIMSELF, spoonfeeding it to Ronan.

Ronan has simultaneously never felt so touched or so smothered in his life.

Meanwhile, Lazare firmly believes that he CAN’T get a cold, because obviously, if he could, then he would have gotten one as a child. Completely ignoring that he DID get them as a child, but Grandpapa de Fuck made him do drills through them anyway, even when he really, really shouldn’t have.

Spoiler alert: He can. And he does. About a week later. Then it’s up to Ronan to take care of him, and for all of his complaints about mother-henning, Ronan’s not THAT much better. The regiment’s physician, and the regiment as a whole, have never been so GRATEFUL to see The Colonel’s Peasant Boyfriend in their LIVES, because Lazare is not a particularly easy patient. He can take orders with everything BUT the doctor telling him that he needs to stay in bed and off the job for a few days.

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

Lazare is perfectly happy to watch a science documentary most of the time. Ronan tends to like the crappiest films imaginable so he can poke fun at them (though his taste is bad enough that what is ACTUALLY crappy and what is a Bonafide Ronan Favorite is very, very thin.) Since Lazare is ALSO perfectly fine leveling snark at the worst films imaginable while his boyfriend "discretely” tries to cuddle up to him, they tend to go with that. (It is not discreet. At all. Because it’s Ronan, but Lazare at least PRETENDS to be taken aback when he looks down and sees Ronan there, popcorn in hand. Lazare doesn’t even know HOW Ronan got popcorn, but he did.) GENERALLY, Ronan gets the deciding vote, but if nothing else, they’re both pretty fine with just doing their own things on their laptops/phones.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

Can neither confirm nor deny that I have a longstanding 1789 Zombies AU in progress that...one day, I REALLY need to do work on, because I had that one well-plotted out and everything and it’s been well over a year now. But, suffice it to say, they actually get a lot closer, because one of the things that’s kind of a staple of zombie stories from The Night of the Living Dead onwards is that societal boundaries just kind of...collapse. Things that are SUPPOSED to be important, like funerals, just...stop being as important, as people rush to defend themselves. So, with Peyronan, a lot of the things that would NORMALLY matter to both of them (homosexuality still being on the books as a crime, their social statuses, the tension between the revolutionaries and the Monarchy)...I’m not going to say they STOP mattering entirely, but they become a lot less important in terms of the larger goal, which becomes survival.

I do think, though, that the casual way that Lazare deals with the zombies really horrifies Ronan at first, as he tends to see it as one more sign that Lazare is A Murderering Murderer who doesn’t have a conscience, but then as time goes on it becomes VERY obvious that Lazare is doing this off of experience. He’s already figured out how the transmission of the virus works via trial and error, he’s figured out that there’s NOT a cure for it, and that the only way to ensure that a zombie isn’t formed is...well...making sure that the body doesn’t survive long enough to become one and then burning it for good measure.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

@lochley and I have a long, longstanding AU with Lore and everything where they...don’t INTENTIONALLY go to the Cretaceous Era, but they end up there anyway. So, yes, Ronan + Laz + Dinos: A winning combination.

In terms of “Things that I could see the two of them actually doing In Canon...” I honestly think it would be hilarious to see the two of them fucking up the age of Louis XIV. Alternatively, Ronan and Laz + the Romans. Because there’s SUCH a huge classical influence at this point in time that I can SEE it.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

They have some absolutely FURIOUS arguments, usually with one of them storming off (generally Ronan), they have several hours to cool down, possibly cry a little (though if either one of them SEES the other crying, it tends to immediately end then. Because neither one of them can really see that and hold onto the anger,) then they go into Pining Mode, and then one of them will inevitably awkwardly knock on the door and they’ll actually TALK. Neither one of them can fundamentally EVER stay mad at the other for too long.

19. Where do they go on their first date?

Most of the time, I’m going to have to say “The Bastille” for obvious reasons, but in at least one reincarnation AU I’ve considered, they run into each other at college. Ronan’s initially pissed because the prissy law student wasn’t looking at where he was going and bumped into him, then somehow this all led to said prissy law student asking him out to the coffee shop in the library in-between classes as an apology.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

Bold of you to assume that Lazare understands what the word “holiday” is.

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

The Jacobin Club, Versailles...besides that, really anywhere out in public. For obvious reasons. Even if people thought they were FRIENDS, it would be cause for scandal, much less the truth.

In the Modern AU, things have thawed a lot, but Laz still doesn’t really feel comfortable with Ronan’s friends. It’s not even that they actively hate one another, it’s just...they’re RONAN’S friends. And Laz is still a socially awkward parrot in any timeline.

Also, the Chateau de Peyrol. That place REALLY creeps Ronan out. Really, really, REALLY creeps him out, and Laz really doesn’t like going there either. There’s a REASON why Laz tends to stick to Paris for the most part when he can, or else going around the provinces.

22. Where does their first kiss happen?

In terms of Canonverse, I do tend to lean towards the Bastille. It’s the easiest place to assume a relationship upgrade. (And the fact that we do have this.) Not really original, but...well....Les Amants de la Bastille. And it’s not like they have THAT much range as far as locations, anyway. Given the whole “secret relationship” thing.

23. Where is their favourite place to be together?

Underneath a tree somewhere, watching the stars together on a cool night. (Bonus if Lazare *has* to share his coat with Ronan because it suddenly turned chilly.)

25. Why do they fight?

The sad thing in the canon verse is that, while there are probably about two-ish months that you can wiggle in where they weren’t quarreling (From ~May 3, when Ronan “escaped” the Bastille to June 2, when the printing shop was raided and Ronan re-joined the Revolution and then, depending on whether or not we’re going with the Takarazuka/Toho timeline or not, from June 2 to June 20th with the Tennis Court Oath. Which...in that timeline is DOUBLY sad because Lazare would have been fully under the belief that Ronan had given up the Revolution for him. And then...well...canon happened. Ronan Was Ronan), a LOT of their relationship was spent under fire.

Most common topics tend to be their respective loyalties, Lazare’s increasing brutality towards civilians, where the Revolution is taking Ronan, Ronan wanting Lazare to leave the Army in favor of him, etc. (Ronan tends to see the Army + Laz relationship in very simplistic terms: Remove Laz from the army and he has his beloved boyfriend back and whole and safe, without the darkness of the Comte de Peyrol. The problem, obviously, is that it ISN’T that simple. Laz can’t easily remove himself from something that’s been his WHOLE LIFE, just like Ronan can’t easily remove himself from the Revolution.) Sometimes, Ronan doesn’t really understand Laz’s attempts at lessening the tension via buying things, thinking that Laz is trying to buy him off somehow, when...to Laz...that’s really the only MODEL that he has for this kind of thing. Aristocratic men keep their lovers in fancy apartments and buy them things regularly, that’s just...how it goes. But Ronan doesn’t love The Comte de Peyrol, he loves Lazare, and the reminder of how different their experiences are...doesn’t always sit well.

And then there are the usual domestic disputes that boil over quickly.

Personally, I think that had things gone better for them in canon, those disputes, while a FEW of them would have obviously lingered, would have lessened. Laz might have very well left the Army of his own accord post-1789, it would have DEFINITELY been a possibility post-1791, Ronan might have felt less pressure to be a Revolutionary™ in the time between the October Days and the Varennes Flight, he might have been more willing to run away with Laz to someplace far away.

They just had the misfortune of getting into a relationship in a very, very tumultuous time and not having the time to really sort it out. On one hand, they’re having this rush of being in their first real relationship and having all these new, terrifying feelings, but then they aren’t REALLY given the chance to explore them before it’s all snatched away.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

...When do these two NOT need to have a serious chat, for some reason or another? See the above for a laundry list of reasons, which still doesn’t mention the whole “Killed Ronan’s father” thing.

I found this in my R/L folder and had forgotten it was in there.

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

Ronan lives for those little moments where Laz is ever so slightly more HUMAN. Those moments where Laz comes to bed late and pulls him closer as soon as he gets in or nestles his head into his neck, those little half-smiles that he’s pretty sure are reserved almost exclusively for him, the dry jokes that it takes Ronan a few moments to realize ARE jokes because he’s so used to Lazare being perceived as humorless, dinnertime discussions where Ronan tries to see how many awful ways he can flirt with Lazare before he gets The Eyeroll™ (it’s never made it to more than two times), getting to curl up on the couch with him, the little moments where Laz is so CONCENTRATED on something that he doesn’t even notice Ronan (and he does try, like a cat, to see how much he can distract him. He WILL sit on Lazare’s lap when he’s in the middle of harpsichord practice), the forehead kisses that mean so much MORE coming from someone who he knows they don’t come naturally to, the hand kisses that are so reverent that it knocks Ronan off his feet every time that Lazare does it, getting to fall asleep to the steady beat of Lazare’s heartbeat.

That’s his Lazare, and it’s the Lazare that the world can absolutely never know.

And Lazare falls in love with Ronan’s life repeatedly. The tackle hugs, the kisses whenever he gets home, his terrible, terrible attempts at jokes, the moments when they’re fighting where Ronan looks him eye to eye and on one hand Lazare is furious but on the other hand he’s also impressed, his idealism, whenever he turns over and sees Ronan asleep and vulnerable and his heart just clenches at the thought of anything happening to him, the moments where Ronan can SEE that he’s too focused on his job at the moment and pulls him away (and Lazare can admit that, yes, his work was all the better for having a few moments of break), his absolutely garish choices in outfits, the way that he plays with Lazare’s hair when they’re waking up in the morning, how DEFENSIVE he’ll get of Lazare whenever Lazare offhandedly mentions something about his childhood or his later career, the compassion that he shows, albeit in his own odd way, towards the underdogs, even if Lazare believes that it’s ultimately futile. (”Futile” in this case means “...Of course we’ll adopt Stray Dog #10).

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

Is this the second time I’ve used this gif today? Yes. Do I care? No.

They have their issues, definitely more than the average couple, but ultimately they’re both stubborn, they’re both DEEPLY devoted to one another, they both act as a push-pull force on one another to keep each other in check (with Lazare’s level-headedness serving as a buffer for Ronan’s impulsiveness and Ronan’s spark and idealism motivating Lazare), both of them ultimately learn a LOT from one another and their perspective, and, even though fighting all the time is obviously not the sign of a happy, well-adjusted couple, they TEND to default to an Old Married Couple dynamic, especially since a lot of their bickering, sans near the end where Lazare goes over several lines, is primarily bourne out of WORRY for one another. Both of them feel like the other’s side is using them, both of them are right, but unfortunately they don’t have the same hindsight when it comes to their OWN side.

And, even though they have SUCH a massive power imbalance between them, especially at the beginning, Lazare is so...shocked, really, by the turn of events and so infatuated for the first time that Ronan really, really does have most of the power there, and he mainly uses it for good, bringing Lazare out of his shell as steadily as he can. And sometimes he overreaches, sometimes he missteps or blunders or doesn’t know the full scope of a situation before he throws himself into it, because he’s RONAN, but ultimately, he does care for Lazare and Lazare still cares for him.

Had things been different and they’d had to part ways post-canon instead of The Thing Happening, I don’t really see them taking anyone else on BECAUSE they’re so really...focused on one another. Like, anyone who Laz would so much as LOOK at (which is impressive in its own right since Laz is...very, very picky. I lean towards him being either demisexual or gray-asexual, but the point is that the boy does NOT normally find people attractive) would have to be compared unfavorably to Ronan, and Ronan is going to compare anyone to Laz, and they’re simply not going to match up, because for better AND worse, the two of them have had such a cataclysmic impact on one another’s lives.

And no matter what, they WILL reconcile at the end of things. It might take them into the afterlife, but they will figure out a way to make things work. It’s there in the French, it’s...not as present in the Zuka, but there’s at least the implication that Ronan is seeking out Laz in the afterlife even if Laz is rejecting that redemption at the moment, and Toho was homophobic and simply gave us Angel Ronan on a Platform. (Okay, not a LITERAL angel, but like. Ghost who’s ascended to a higher plan of existence.) But it’s so IMPORTANT to me that the French begins with Ronan seeking out revenge against Lazare and ends with their wedding reconciliation in the afterlife. Both sides FINALLY find peace.

#otp: he would be troubled if you died on him #peyronan #food tw #1789 les amants de la bastille #i just...i love my sons. so much #they love each other so much #and i have no idea how much of this is coherent given it's an ungodly hour where I'm at but OH WELL #am i ever REALLY coherent when talking 1789?#the answer is no #vierschanzentournee

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theepitomeofamess · 6 years

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Take Care of You

‘bout to go to bed but here’s a crusty old Logince drabble I’ve been looking at for a few months and am just now posting because why the fuck not. Pretty fluffy by my standards, but not the precious cotton candy fluff that some others do. Anyway, enjoy! Hope y’all sleep well and have a morning as lovely as your smile!!

“Can you go check on him,” Patton had asked. “He hasn’t been out of there for days.” The concern in Patton’s voice was mild, meant to keep Virgil calm at all costs, but it overflowed from his dark eyes when he looked to Logan for assistance.

Logan had to admit that he’d had a similar sense of concern. For three days, Roman had refused to leave his room except to steal food or drinks from the kitchen. Three nights in a row, when Logan went through the house to double check that every door and window was securely locked, he’d found light peeking through the space between Roman’s door and its frame when he should have been asleep. Even Logan had to admit that there was a kind of emotional tension leaking through the door, something that he was sure Patton and Virgil felt much more strongly. That tension is probably at least part of the reason Patton requested that Logan be the one to check on Roman.

Two staccato taps on the door. Logan’s signature alert that he was outside waiting for a response. Not a single sound from Roman. Two more taps, the white painted wood smooth under Logan’s knuckles. Another wait with no reward. Reaching down to test the knob, Logan found that the gold knob turned with ease.

“Roman,” Logan asked into the room as he stepped over the threshold into what looked and smelled like a landfill.

Roman’s floor was barely visible under strewn clothes and balled up wads of paper. His bed was immaculately made, completely unused. The air smelled of rivers of coffee, theater butter from popcorn, and something unidentifiable but probably akin to sweat. The smell reminded Logan of a college dorm room during finals week.

Sitting at his desk, Roman hunched over his spiral-bound notebook, pen in hand and laptop open. The screen showed around twenty open tabs, the one on display showing Spotify questioning whether he was still listening. As Logan got closer, careful not to step on anything but floor if he could manage it, Logan noticed that Roman was wearing a pair of ratty burgundy sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. The shirt, the sheets of paper in the notebook, Roman’s desk, and Roman’s hands were all stained with coffee and ink. Some of the ink had smudged on Roman’s face from where his cheek rested against his palm, eyes barely open and bloodshot from exhaustion.

“Roman,” Logan repeated, trying to be gentle as he tried to get Roman’s attention. Looking up from his notebook for an instant, Roman did everything in his power to sound as chipper as usual.

“What’s up, teach?” Roman’s voice was gravelly from lack of use, and a slightly lower pitch than usual. A common occurrence when he hasn’t gotten enough sleep. Turning away from Logan, Roman grabbed the pot of coffee sitting next to his laptop and took a swig. Logan tried not to think about how unsanitary Roman drinking right from the pot was.

“When was the last time you slept? Or showered?” Logan’s nose crinkled at the stench of stagnation.

“What day is it?” Roman’s response seemed automatic as he peered over the brim of the coffee pot at Logan. Already having had enough, Logan pulled the pot from Roman’s weak grasp.

“Okay, that’s enough.” The amount of ease in the action only strengthened Logan’s concern. If he’d had rest, Roman would’ve fought back, not gone right back to hunching over his notebook. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to stop working, you’re going to take a bath, then you’re going to sleep.”

“Is that so,” Roman barely hummed. “Is that what I’m gonna do?”

“Yes, it is.” Logan reached under Roman’s hands to snatch the notebook. Catching a glimpse of the page, Logan saw only lines upon lines of circles drawn where Roman’s immaculate cursive usually went. The sight drilled another screw of worry into Logan’s chest. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Holding out a hand to Roman, Logan hoped that Roman wouldn’t put up much of a fight.

“Lo,” Roman sighed, running his hands through his filthy hair, “I need to work, I need to finish this.”

“This?” Logan held up the page, pointing at the half-filled lines of circles. “You need to finish this? What even is this?” Roman opened his mouth to respond, but Logan wouldn’t let him. “Roman, you need rest. What you’re trying to do is unhealthy and by being unhealthy you’re causing yourself to be unproductive. You’re not doing anyone any good by drawing circles over and over again.” Logan didn’t express how impressed he was that all of the circles seemed to be perfect, all the same size and the exact shape of a circle rather than a particularly round oval. That comment could be tabled for a later time. For now, Logan watched in worry as Roman stared at his hands.

“I,” he struggled to find his words, something that only ever happens when he’s under severe stress. “I can’t let you down, I… I can’t let you guys down.” Taking Roman’s hands in his own, Logan squatted in front of Roman’s, looking up to meet his sunken, red-rimmed eyes. The sight alone made Logan’s eyes burn.

“You’re not letting anyone down by taking care of yourself.” Roman’s eyes remained downcast, threatening to shift back to his work. “Or by letting me take care of you for now.” Before Roman had a chance to ask what Logan meant by that, Logan was guiding him from the desk to the bathroom.

“Lo, what’re you-”

“You prefer it hot, right,” Logan asked, leaning down to turn on the faucet in Roman’s white porcelain tub. “Go get undressed and in the water, I’ll be right back.” Logan added a dash of bath salts to the tub before leaving the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Standing in the middle of his bathroom, Roman stared at the door wondering what was going on. Roman couldn’t remember any time Logan had taken on the role of caretaker, let alone toward him. It had always been Patton being his parental self toward everyone, and if not him then Virgil’s protective instincts kicked in and he took on the role of caretaker. Logan had never put on that type of persona.

Maybe the shock of the shift was why Roman found himself in the tub when Logan came back in.

Logan didn’t say anything, which only made Roman all the more confused. All he did was pull up the stool from Roman’s vanity to sit behind his head and start washing Roman’s hair. Fingers gently running through Roman’s hair, massaging shampoo into his scalp, Roman closed his eyes hummed contently. He could already feel the gears in his mind slowing, relaxing. Logan really knew how to get a person to relax.

“Hey, Lo?” Logan hummed in response. “Do you take breaks like this? Y’know, when you get overwhelmed with a project?” Logan’s fingers froze for a moment. The moment between the question and when Logan’s fingers started moving again made Roman’s eyes snap open.

“I try to, but it’s hard to remember when your mind’s been racing for so long and it won’t let you rest. Most of the time, this is what I do to help Virgil after a particularly long day and he doesn’t need anything too stimulating. I’ve also gotten Patton to do it a couple times after he had a meltdown, but usually those are rare occasions. Most of the time those two find their comfort in each other.” Roman tried to think of something to say as Logan washed the shampoo out of his hair, finding Roman’s conditioner and running the stuff through his hair, detangling with his fingers as he went.

“How many times have you done this kind of thing?”

“Once or twice for Patton, maybe four times for Virgil if I’m remembering right. Also, I think I’ve done this once for you, but you were very much under the influence. Can you lean forward for me?”

Roman did as instructed, eyes wide with shock as he tried to remember what Logan was talking about. Under the influence? When was the last time Roman got blackout drunk?

“When exactly did that happen?”

“If memory serves, it was after the cast party after closing night when you played JD in Heathers. Somebody gave you a drink with a little something extra and you got a little emotional, to say the least. Patton and Virgil couldn’t get you to calm down, so I took the task upon myself.” Roman tried to remember but Logan’s hands massaging circles into his back with soap that smelled of lavender, forcing the tension out of his muscles, also forced out the thoughts buzzing in his head like hornets. An exhale caused him to hunch further forward.

Logan smiled softly to himself. He always enjoyed doing this kind of thing for the others, but there was something about this time. Roman felt so distinctly different under Logan’s hands than Patton or Virgil did. Patton was softer, almost like the mascot for those Pillsbury pastries he loves so much. Still muscular, sure, but much softer, almost to the point of squishiness, and the few times that Logan had done this for him there had been little to no muscle tension to begin with. Virgil was on the opposite end of the spectrum, everything about him feeling brittle, seconds away from breaking. Logan always found himself being a little more careful than he should be with Virgil because of this, because of the feeling that tapping the right place just a little too forcefully could cause him to shatter.

Roman’s back was pure muscle. With every other exhale, Logan could feel tension being released under his hands. Scars Roman had earned in fights scattered and slashed across his back, a few of them still looking fresher than the others. Logan made note to be more tender at these points. Noticing that Roman’s head was lolling lazily, Logan poured water over his back to get rid of the soap, then through his hair to wash out the conditioner.

“All right, here’s a towel,” Logan handed Roman one of his better plush white towels, “there’s a fresh set of pajamas on the counter. I’ll be right back.” Roman couldn’t help but smile as Logan left.

Carefully getting himself up, dry, and dressed, Roman noticed how good he felt in comparison to what felt like both five minutes and a lifetime ago. He felt about ten pounds lighter and while his head was still swimming with exhaustion, there was relatively no stress left in his body. The pajamas Logan had chosen consisted of his red sweatpants with black Mickey Mouse logos scattered across the fabric, and a lightweight black t-shirt that managed to hang loose without looking baggy. Roman made a mental note to return the favor to Logan soon.

Ruffling his hair with the towel in an attempt to further dry it, Roman stepped back into his room only for his jaw to drop.

Everything was cleaned and straightened. All of the papers had been picked up, the clothes sat in the hamper waiting to be washed, the popcorn bags and other food wrappers all gone. His coffee pot was empty and clean, replaced on the far side of his desk away from his closed laptop and notebook. Something in Roman couldn’t believe that Logan had done this - No, he couldn’t believe that Logan had done it for him.

“Feeling better?” The question shook Roman as he turned to see Logan re entering his room, a glass of water in hand. Concern still swam in his eyes, though he kept himself strictly expressionless for the most part. Roman couldn’t help but smile.

“Much, thank you. I think I might finally be able to get some work-”

“No.” Roman squinted at the word, his confusion stalling him long enough for Logan to get back across the room and take his hand, guiding Roman to his bed. “You’re going to bed and you’re going to sleep until you wake up naturally.”

“Logan, I really don’t-” Logan stopped where he was, staring Roman down with eyes drowning in aggressive worry.

“Do you feel yourself swaying?” Roman’s brow furrowed at the question, heart punching his ribs at the break in Logan’s voice. “Because ever since I got you to your feet you’ve looked like you’re on the deck of a boat in rocky water.” Roman bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to admit that he had noticed a bit of dizziness. “Drink this. Sips, don’t chug it.” Roman took the glass Logan handed him, sipping at the water as Logan continued guiding Roman to his bed. As much as he loved a good argument with Logan, he could tell that in this state it was best not to challenge him.

“Look, Lo,” Roman tried to reason softly as he sat on the bed, “I get that you’re worried, and I appreciate the concern, but there’s really no need to-”

“Do I need to lay down with you and hold you to make sure you go to sleep, or are you going to get some rest without my supervision?” Roman’s eyes widened at the question. Hold him?

“Logan, what’re you-” Roman tried to stand up only to get Logan’s hand on his shoulder pushing him back down.

“Okay, then.” Before he knew it, Logan had positioned Roman under his blankets and gotten on the bed to lay beside him. Snaking one arm around Roman’s waist, Logan pulled him so that Roman’s back was against his chest and he couldn’t move, cocooning Roman in his warmth.

“Are you spoo-”

“Shut up and go to sleep before I make you take one of Virgil’s emergency ambien.” Roman almost chuckled at the threat. Roman allowed his head to sink deeper into the pillow, his vision slipping as he watched Logan’s hand resting on the bed next to him. Reaching out, Roman laid his hand over Logan’s, intertwining their fingers.

Once again, Logan found himself feeling tension release from Roman, every exhale bringing his body into a more relaxed state. Strength still radiated from him, as did heat, but it didn’t take long for him to go still, finally asleep.

Logan was just beginning to slip into sleep himself when Roman shifted in his sleep. Flipping around, the prince pulled himself closer to Logan, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his chest. Logan couldn’t help but smile, especially when he saw Roman’s totally relaxed face. Pressing his face into Roman’s still damp hair, Logan promised himself that he’d check up on Roman more often to make sure he’s okay.

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my-mystic-messenger · 7 years

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OMG what about RFA & V & Saeran reacting to MC literally being scared to anything but a butterfly? (Like I relate to this so hard, I can watch millions of horror movies and go to tons of haunted houses but nothing can get me more freaked out than a freaking butterfly??? XD)

So first off, what you are describingsounds a lot more like a phobia than fear. I would try somemethods that help against phobia depending on how much this effectsyour life. Anyway, there isn’t much to say as to how the guys wouldreact to this and I’m also trying out new styles so, so this one willbe a little short I still hope you enjoy :)Masterlist

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Zen

♬ he’s confused like ¯\_(ﾟ⌓ﾟ)_/¯??

♬ at first he thinks you’re pullingsome kind of prank

♬ cause just last night you laughedyour ass off when he’d screamed because of a horror movie

♬ but no, you’re legitimately runningaway from a butterfly

♬ he tells you to go to the bedroomand wait there

♬ Zen then proceeds to catch thebutterfly and let it free outside

♬ then he shuts the windows and joinsyou in the bedroom

♬ he pulls you into a hug and calmsyou by brushing through your hair

♬ from that moment on he plays knightin shining armour

♬ protecting you from those nightmaresdressed like daydreams

Yoosung

★ he found out in the worst waypossibly

★ like legit the worst, no kidding

★ you know how at weddings theysometimes let white doves fly?

★ he’d felt uncomfortable about birdsbut thought that hey, butterflies are cute, right?

★ yeah…no bueno

★ the only good thing was that ithappened after the ceremony

★ you’d run out like you’d seen thedevil only to barricade yourself in the bathroom

★ it took an hour of gentle talking,hugging and rocking to calm you down

★ needless to say your weddingmake-up and hair were ruined

★ well, at least he knew what toavoid from now on

Jaehee

♨ she’s the type of person thatdoesn’t find out by chance but by asking

♨ mainly because you two always watchhorror movies but you never react

♨ she’s shivering and hiding behindpillows while you eat popcorn comfortably

♨ it made her wonder what you werescared off, so she asked

♨ luckily you’d been honest with her

♨ which made her realizing that youwere actually suffering from a phobia

♨ you both found a little over thetop to go to a therapist so she read up on the manner

♨ she made a list of methods and wentthrough them

♨ some worked better than others,obviously, but you still tried them all

♨ it was a long process, but at theend of it you could actually touch a butterfly

Jumin

♛ it starts as a mild annoyance

♛ you’d been enjoying a nice walkthrough his beloved gardens

♛ and suddenly you were running ofscreaming like a lunatic

♛ he’d instantly put all the guardson high alert

♛ only to find out it was a butterfly that causedit

♛ still he tries to be understandingabout it until it happens again

♛ you were enjoying a picnic in thepark when suddenly poof

♛ ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=₍₍ ᕕ(´ʘ⌓ʘ)ᕗ⁾⁾

♛ once the bodyguard manage to catchyou Jumin decided to take measures

♛ he sends you to therapy sonot another date shall be ruined by a butterfly everagain

Saeyoung/Seven

☼ he blamed not knowing on the factthat phobias weren’t in any medical files

☼ otherwise he totally would haveknown about your phobia, okay?!

☼ now the thing is, he totally wantedto help you

☼ he did the research and stuff likethat, no questions asked

☼ however, in Saeyoungs life a lot ofthings only happened on the screen

☼ and things were much easier saidand read than done

☼ so when he attempted to cure phobiaby sending Saeran to get some butterflies…

☼ well let’s say you weren’t the onlyone afraid of them

☼ he’d seen his brother play with onein photos, but never one in real life

☼ at least neither of you had toscream and cry alone when Saeran threw them at you

Saeran

☀ he laughs a lot

☀ like he has legit tears in his eyesas he watches you run around the table like a maniac

☀ just so a fucking butterflywouldn’t land on you

☀ he actually hast to hunch over andlean against the table not to sink to the floor from laughter

☀ he is also an asshole about it

☀ I’m talking 24/7 teasing

☀ “Who he fuck is even afraid of abutterfly?!”

☀ he is also the type of person to catch some tochase you with one or multiple in hand

☀ not to mention that onetime he filled the entire bathroom with them for you to find…

☀ your reaction promptly ended onYouTube with quite a few hits

Jihyun/V

📷 after you’d finally convincedhim to get his eyes fixed he’d taken up photography again

📷 in fact, he saw it as asecond chance and really gave it his fullest

📷 he even went as far as torebuild his home studio and work there daily

📷 usually you loved to watchbut this time was different

📷 when you came home your facefell and you started to scream and cry

📷 V didn’t understand what wasgoing on

📷 he’d merely beenphotographing a butterfly on a flower?!

📷 then you asked him to killit, kill it, kill it and he somehow got the drill

📷 from that moment on he madeit a habit to work outside a little more

📷 …he was a little paleanyway…

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c-e-d-dreamer · 7 years

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thank you so much for all the amazing writing!! if you're not too overwhelmed with prompts, could you write something with andreil + protectiveness??

Reading this back, I’m not sure this is quite the protectiveness you were looking for, but hopefully you still enjoy? Like wow did I diverge. Please message if you want a take 2. Also, fun fact: this is based off a true story in that I too thought Ratatouille was a safe and good movie to watch with my four year old nephew. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t and he cried.

Being a witness in the FBI’s trial takes more out of Neil than he anticipated. Hearing every detail and seeing the photos presented to the court leaves his stomach rolling. It leaves fear and dread crawling through his veins and gnawing at his bones. It leaves the itch to run sparking with each beat of his heart. Andrew is always there, though, to quiet the urge. With a look. With a touch. With simple but strong words.

But when they finally make it back to PSU, Neil still feels off, like he hasn’t quite got his feet righted against the ground. The Foxes are both suffocating and overly cautious at the same time. They don’t leave him alone, and yet they tip-toe around him, talking in hushed tones they don’t think he hears and watching him with concerned eyes they don’t think he sees. Even if it does start to get under his skin after a few days, they’re his family, and really, Neil does appreciate the gesture. So when Dan suggests a movie night, Neil can’t find it in his heart to decline.

That’s how Neil finds himself slouched into the couch, wrapped like a burrito in the duvet pulled off his bunk courtesy of Nicky. He can just make out Nicky’s voice drifting in from the kitchen, slightly muffled over the sound of popcorn popping in the microwave.

“It’ll be fine, Andrew. Being around family will be good for him. Besides, it’s a movie about a rat that cooks. That’s harmless.”

Neil can’t quite make out Andrew’s reply, just the low rumble of his voice drowned out by the beeping of the microwave.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself to help you sleep at night,” comes Nicky’s voice again. “With Neil.”

Neil considers getting up and heading into the kitchen, to ensure Andrew hasn’t killed his cousin, but the door to the dorm swings open, and the rest of the Foxes come bustling in. Matt and Dan take up post either side of Neil on the couch, while Allison and Renee settle together into the armchair. Aaron claims one of the beanbags, and the noise draws Kevin out of the bedroom who claims the other. Nicky and Andrew are close behind him. Nicky plops down on the floor between the beanbags with his bowl of popcorn, Aaron reaching over to steal a handful, while Andrew walks over to the couch. He stares at Dan until she gets the message, standing up and moving to sit in Matt’s lap. He takes the now vacant seat beside Neil, and once everyone is settled, Nicky leans forward to start the movie.

Neil still feels jitters creeping just under his skin, like static electricity building up. It’s seconds away from becoming a twitch in his fingers, and Neil curls his toes against the edge of the couch to concentrate the energy. He presses back further against the cushions and shifts his weight more towards Andrew. They’re not touching, but it’s enough. It still feels like solid warmth against Neil’s shoulder.

“Do you think if I got a pet rat, it’d cook for me too?” Nicky asks a few minutes into the film.

“Why would you want that?” Allison chimes in. “It’s so unsanitary.”

“He washes his little hand-paw-things!”

“I think if he cooked me five star meals every day, I’d let a rat live with me,” Matt adds in.

“You all know it’s an animated film, right?”

“Always crushing my dreams, Kevin,” Nicky says in a saccharine tone.

The Foxes quiet down then, and Neil focuses back in on the film. Everyone seems enraptured by the animated rat, and then there’s an old lady with a shot gun on the screen, firing off a shot. Suddenly, the dialogue of the film fades away, leaving only a ringing in Neil’s ears. The sounds are there then: rain hitting pavement, shoes slapping the ground, a gunshot echoing on an otherwise empty street. It drills its way into Neil’s mind, and he feels like his head has been shoved underwater, vision blurring around the edges and breath stuttering in his lungs. His chest burns like someone’s pressing a red hot iron right into where he knows the healed scar is. He swears he can still feel the sensations: the searing pain, the blood dripping across his skin. And yet his back feels cold, the feeling of hard concrete clawing under his spine.

Neil thinks he can hear his name being said, but it sounds far off, overpowered by the thudding beat of his heart. He’s hyper-aware that he’s trembling, and he squeezes his hands into fists and tries to focus on that, to draw himself back with the sensation of nails biting into his palm. It helps a bit, his vision beginning to smooth out again. And he takes in the seven pairs of eyes now on him.

Someone steps closer then, and even though in the back of his mind, Neil knows it’s Nicky, his body’s reverted back to fight or flight mode, and he can’t help the full body flinch that wracks through him. Can’t help the way he presses further back into the couch or how one hand flies up to protect his face while his other arm wraps tight around his middle.

When Neil lowers his hand, he’s greeted with the sight of Andrew’s back. The goalkeeper’s shoulders are tense and his hands are balled into fists at his side. He’s a solid presence, a wall between Neil and the rest of the room. Somehow the sight helps quiet the ringing in Neil’s ears.

“Leave,” he hears Andrew say, tone dark and threatening.

“I was just trying to--”

“I will not repeat myself.”

There’s shuffling around the room then, and Neil presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, tries desperately to get himself back under control. But then there are hands wrapping around his wrists, pulling his hands away, and Andrew is there. His eyes are unwavering, boring into Neil’s like he can crawl into Neil’s brain and dig out the issue there.

“Neil,” Andrew says, pressing Neil’s hands against his own chest. “Breathe.”

Neil can see the tremors that still shake his hands, but he tries to listen, to do as he’s told. He focuses on calming the gasps and stutters that squeeze his lungs and clog his throat. He focuses on matching his breathes to Andrews. Slowly but surely the world quietens back down around them, everything settling back into place.

Once Andrew seems satisfied, he pulls away and falls back into his spot on the couch. Neil’s heart is still rabbiting in his chest, but his lungs have air in them and his world feels less like it’s been turned on it’s axis. He scrubs his hands down his face and pulls his legs up, curling so he can rest his head on his knees.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

“Don’t apologize.”

Andrew shakes a packet of cigarettes in his direction in offering, but Neil shakes his head. Neil shifts again, leaning towards Andrew in a silent question of his own. Andrew doesn’t hesitate. His hand curls around Neil’s shoulder and presses until Neil lays down with his head pillowed against Andrew’s thighs. A hand settles in the strands of Neil’s hair, and it’s like the last piece slots back into its rightful place, one final breath pushing past Neil’s lips in a sigh with it.

“Nicky is pre-screening every movie he tries to show you from now on.”

Neil finally feels the last tendrils of panic and fear trickle away, a wave of relief soothing the wounds and finally giving way back to relaxation. It’s then he notices the movie still playing on the television.

“Wait... someone gave the rat a job?”

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