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og-danny-dorito · 4 years

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Can I request something with Spock? Maybe Spock x Reader where the reader risks her life on a mission and Spock is upset that she Almost died/got really injured and he has to explain how much he really loves her, showing more emotion to her than ever before? Just really fluffy and feelsy and sweet? Your writing is bomb AF and you write Spock so well....I had to come to you with this request! Live Long and Prosper, Dude!

you’re,,,so sweet and LIVE FOR ANGST so yes of course you can ;w;. live long and prosper my man/girl/alternative that is comfortable for you 🖖👽 also reader is an astrophysicist and party even crackhead who constantly takes missions because that's their thing

Careful : SPOCK X READER

The pounding in his ears was loud, causing his whole body to tense and pulse with a feverish sort of impulse as he pushed his way trough the halls. He could feel himself panicking. He could feel the anxiety lacing his ragged breaths as the air began to burn at his lungs. He was running, quickly and with a pointed purpose. He couldn't hear what was around him, but the path was clear. His goal was clear.

He needed to get to you.

The mission wasn't meant to be this dangerous- I mean, there was a definitely a calculated risk, but it took a turn for the worse pretty quickly. An enemy ship launched an attack on the terrain of the planet, leaving you to have to fight off the ones attacking you on land while the teleports booted up. This was dumb, he knew he should've stopped you from volunteering. If it weren't for your foolish volunteering spirit-

The room was crowded, filled with rushing residents trying to help in some way that they could. Bones looked concerned, waiting at the edge of the pad with some others from the medical bay in case you were seriously injured. Why did you go alone? Why didn't you ask for backup? Why was the teleport taking so goddamned long? "Lass, I'm gonna need you to stay still for a second otherwise you may not come in one piece.", Scotty said from his station, pressing a few buttons to try and speed up the process. From the other end was a scream, and Spock felt a wave of panic before realizing it wasn't your own. A grunt came from the other end as he imagined you dodging out of the way of something.

The lights felt too bright for his liking right now. A wonderful time for sensory overload to kick in. His ears began to ring as he strained to listen to the sound of your voice over the intercom. He knew he couldn't do much to help, and that it just needed a few more seconds, but... he feared those few seconds were about to make a difference. "I don't think I'm gonna come in one piece at this rate, Scotty. How much-" You hissed in pain as a slash landed on your left forearm, eyes narrowing at the thing in front of you. You had figured out that these things were wearing heavy armor for some reason, and that they bled this weird luminescent orange from when you bashed in the skull of one trying to sneak up behind you. That, and their blood also gave you mild burns upon your hands and face. Great. They were ugly motherfuckers too.

Spock felt a wave of panic rise over him as he rushed over to Scotty's station, pressing the button to turn on his end of the radio. "Doctor L/n, can you recognize the enemies?", he said, seeming to await an answer. You grunted as you almost tripped over a rock, blocking a hit from the attacker at the same time. The brunt of their blade slashed at your arm, making you growl and punch them in the face-mask thing. A slight wave of relief crashed over you as you moved quickly, ducking a little. Good, at least your experience from younger days of getting in fights in parking lots was helping you out here.

"Spock, great to hear you- SHIT-", you knocked the attacker to their feet, but you had little time to react considering another few were coming around the corner of the rock's wall. Turning on your heel, you vaulted a nearby rock and hid behind it, keeping your voice low as you listened for enemies nearby. Spock tensed a little, and Scotty's eyes lit up at the screen. "90% complete, just hang in there.", he said. Kirk rushed to the station quickly, seeming to be a little more worried than normal. But nothing compared to Spock, who was tense and hyper aware of his surroundings by now. He knew someone, possibly multiple people, were staring at him. It would be hard to loose a lover, maybe even traumatic. The recovery would take years-

You raised a shaking hand to your wound, which had gotten some of the stinging blood in it. "They've got uh-uhh, toxic blood. It fucking burns-" Spock's jaw tensed, and he felt Kirk's quick gaze on him. You were quiet as you listened, and you could imagine Spock's angry glare at you upon your arrival. That is, if you did arrive. You could feel yourself still being held up by the adrenaline, but it was wearing off pretty quickly. Jesus Christ, you felt out of shape. Maybe you should say something before you go. You wouldn't want your obituary to just say 'SHIT' in bold letters on your tombstone, even though that would be funny. Spock would loose his shit though. Oh fuck, Spock. You sighed a little as you leaned your head against the rock.

Spock felt himself talk softly. "Y/n, can you hear me? Are you injured?" You laughed a little, but your response was suddenly cut off. There was complete silence for a few moments before the apparition soon began to appear in the main room in front of him, and he pushed past Kirk and the others out of his way. With the absence of a rock to hold you up, you felt yourself almost falling backwards, but holding yourself up on your injured arm made you wince and so you sort of just flopped back on the ground like a sack of potatoes and groaned.

In less than a second he was next to you, his eyes wide open as he dropped to his knees and gathered you up in his arms. Jesus Christ, when did everything get so bright in this room? Or was that just the alien blood talking? You didn't know, but as soon as you saw his face you smiled a little and let your head roll back. Bones followed in quite quickly with his team of medical doctors, and soon enough he found himself taking one of your arms around his shoulders. "You've got a multitude of toxins in your system that need to be flushed out immediately or at the very least cleaned. Don't move to fast or you could go under cardiac arrest." Spock found himself talking you under his other arm, earring raised brow from Bones.

But he didn't say anything about it, instead deciding to pursue the medbay. You babbled about something he couldn't decipher, all the whole asking him questions that wouldn't have much of a definitive answer. But he remained present, seeming to hold fast to you.

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The pulsing of your blood to your temples made you groan a small bit as your eyes slowly opened. The soft exposure of the overhead light seemed to make you squint a bit. You could hear the distant beeping of a heart monitor, and your head rolled over to see a familiar figure hunched over the side of your bed with a tired expression. You could see where his eyes had begun to grow heavy, his lids seeming to flutter a little with every breath. His hair looked a little bit messy too, which was...odd. And his shirt was wrinkled. Jesus Christ, did he come to get you on that planet himself?

"You've been out for a few days now, he hasn't slept at all since."

Your nose seemed to scrunch up as you reached a hand up. But your arm felt weak. Too weak to raise. You wanted to touch him, but as a result you found yourself sighing a little. You must've gotten that poison shit in your own blood. Bones cleaned something in the corner, moving to turn to you. You grinned a little. "Did he really wait for me?" The response made him snort a little. And he shook his head. His heels clicked as he moved to the door, nodding his head to the hunched figure. "Why wouldn't he?"

It didn't take him long to close the door behind him, and you found yourself sitting there in silence for a moment. It only took a second for that to wake Spock up, and soon enough he was jolting awake. You seemed to panic for a split second, moving to help him before he sort of just looked at you. His eyes held relief in them, and you felt yourself smiling. At least a small bit.

"You..." a pause. He blinked. "...scared the shit out of me, L/n.", he said, rubbing his pointed eyebrows. You found yourself giggling a little, beckoning him to lower himself. You placed a kiss on his cheek, your eyes closing a small bit. Aw crap, you must've looked like shit. And he must've felt like shit too; he was talking like a sailor. With some effort you hoisted yourself up to be sitting up on the bed, your eyes seeming to suddenly weight down on you. "Did I scare you?", you teased, nudging his arm. It hurt a little to move, but you were sure you'd be okay. Plus, it was just a few flesh wounds, right?

But something flashed in his eyes as soon as you said that, something akin to confusion and fear. You frowned a small bit. God, that shit really did hurt. And you were feeling the after effects of it in real-time. Who even has toxic blood? And why did it knock you out for so long? You must've been really hurt. In the silence, you found yourself staring down at the white sheets for a bit before running a hand over your head. You had a bandage on your neck, from the feel of it, and in the dim reflection of the nearby wall, you could see the hazy outline of your figure in a gown specifically for the Starfleet patients.

Spock was silent as he slowly reached his hand over to yours in your lap, laying his own atop it and looking at you. He seemed to want to say a million things, but nothing could convey what he meant so perfectly as the look he gave you. You remained quiet, waiting for him to speak with interest. "The events that took place were by no fault of yours, and regardless of the odds, you still took the mission. You did not fail, but...", he said, glancing down at you. You tilted your head. It wasn't your fault that they had come for you, it was trap, but that didn't stop him from feeling the same emotions that had come from the near loss of a loved one. You could feel the panic and the anguish, the anticipation and the anger. But he showed none of it save for a furrowed brow.

You looked at him, seeming to entertained your fingers with his. His eyes closed shut as he focused on the sound of your voice, the feel of your touch, and the reassurance you radiated. Maybe he was just being illogical. This was just a huge overreaction, wasn't it? He needed to think more about his actions, improve himself. He couldn't keep behaving like this- "I'll be more careful next time, honey bun.", you said gently, raising your hand to his face. The pain seemed to shoot through your arm dully, but you didn't care. Not right now. Not when your boyfriend's emotions depended on it.

"I'll be more careful next time. Take someone else with me, if that would make you feel better." He nuzzled into the palm of your hand, soon gripping the fingers entwined with his on gently.

"I'm beginning to think you're out of your mind, Doctor." You laughed a little bit at the statement.

"The only thing I'm crazy for is you babe."

"I'm beginning to wish you were still in a coma."

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Somebody to love; Brian May x reader

*Author’s note*

Now this isn’t really a part 2 to Soulmates through music fic but I couldn’t help myself and write a little fluffy piece for this oneshot. Now I’ve already written pt.3 and I just need to do pt.2 hopefully before my schedule gets too crazy with all the research papers I’m going to be doing till May. So again this is just a cute little side shot for pt.1 of a three part oneshot that I had in mind for our loveable astrophysicist because I will tell you guys right now, the next part will be pretty angsty so enjoy the fluff while you can.

Now I’ve changed up some stuff in regards to who wrote what, and since Somebody to Love has been my all time #1 fav. Queen song, I thought about reader-chan writing the song for the purpose of this fic so please NO HATE. Freddie will ALWAYS BE the genius for writing this song. Enjoy my darlings :) don’t forget to reblog and comment.

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Queen taglist *open*

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*Nov. 11th, 1976*

I was just digging through some of my old boxes my mum had brought over to our place. There were photos that either belonged up on the mantel or never deserved to see the light of day and I have no idea why my mother would think Brian should ever see these photos. Just because we’ve been married for 4 months now, doesn’t mean he has to see everything about me.

That’s when I came across a medium sized shoebox that was labeled.

SONG BOX

Oh my god, I had not seen this thing since I was a teenager. I opened it up for shits and giggles and took out every piece of paper that was in that box. Soon the table was practically covered with old songs that I had written growing up.

I picked up one song that I had written at 15 that I for whatever reason I titled, “Swag King”. I cringed as I set it aside and unfolded another one that was called, “”. How I ever got by these song titles I’ll never know. I smiled widely and softly laughed remember how each song was made to about the time I could start song writing at like 13-14 years old.

“What’s got you so happy?” my smile got wider as I felt the familiar arms of my husband Brian wrap around my 6 month baby bump.

Oh did I forget to mention that part. Well apparently Brian and I had gotten so drunk during the after party of the tour that we ended up having unprotected sex and the next thing I knew as I was trying to find me a wedding dress with Veronica, Mary and my mum, I raced to the bathroom and started puking my guts out. Shortly after going to the doctors, it turned out that I was about 8 weeks pregnant.

God I was soo terrified to tell Brian, I mean yeah we’d agreed to have a wedding right after the tour but we weren’t ready to raise a child just yet.

Queen was bigger and more famous than we had ever been, gaining more fans worldwide, albums selling out as soon as they hit the market and songs going straight to #1 on the charts. A child into the mix at this height of fame just wouldn’t be right for us, or our baby.

But bless him when he had found out, he held me that day as I wept hysterically and told me that he still wanted the baby and that no matter what we were gonna be fully supportive of our baby, and he was going to try and be the greatest dad he could be and he told me I’d be the greatest mum to our baby girl. Of course that soon started a debate between us scientists until it finally turned into a bet on what the gender would be.

When it came time for the gender reveal that we wanted to know at the appointment, it turned out that Brian was right so once our baby girl is old enough for camp, we’ll be sending her off the space camp as per request of Dr. Brian May. While if we had had a boy, then we as a family once he was old enough would travel to Africa and go on one of those safaris that I’ve always wanted to go on.

But whatever the gender and no matter the bet, I’m happy that we’re gonna have a baby girl. I’ve always imagined Brian being this overprotective father to his little girls, embarrassing them to no end, but also being the shoulder to cry if they needed it. I know he’s gonna be a great dad to our little princess when she comes out.

“Just looking through some stuff my mum brought over.”

“What kind of stuff?” he asked as he began to softly kiss up and down my neck.

“Just some old photos, home movies she’d thought we’d need to watch and….my box of old song lyrics.” He stopped kissing my neck and said.

“Really, may I have a look?”

“Absolutely not. Just because you are my husband doesn’t give you the right to snooping through my stuff that I’ve kept hidden during my teenage phase.”

“Ohh come now love, I’m sure they aren’t that bad.” He then reached out for the “Swag King” on and read it. I bowed my head into my hands as he said, “I was wrong, this is terrible.”

“Brian!”

“I’m joking! It’s not that bad. I mean ‘Call him the Swag, because he don’t make me gag’. It’s good.”

“You don’t have to lie to me I know that song’s horrible.” I pouted as I sat down on the chair.

“No, no darling I think it’s cute. What’s this one here?” He then reached out for another piece of paper and unfolded it as he placed his head against mine kissing it. “Lovin Elvis?”

“I was 13 when I wrote that give me a break. I was extremely hormonal and you know how much I loved the King. All my friends were crazy about him.”

“Maybe I can have the lads look over this one. Maybe even have it put on the “A day at the races” album.”

“You even take one of these papers and show it to them I swear to god Brian Harold May you will never know what happened to your red special.” That got him to shut up as he put the song away and sat down.

For the next several minutes we went through every song I ever wrote from the time I was a young teenage girl, to about the time Smile was beginning to form.

“Hey (y/n),”

“Hmm?”

“When did you write this one?” Brian said as he flipped the page over revealing the lyrics.

“Is there not a date at the top?”

“No I’m not seeing one.”

“Here hand it over.” He gave me the song and I looked at it to see it titled; “Somebody to love”. I searched for the date and like Brian said I couldn’t find one until it hit me, “Oh wait now I know why. I never dated my songs until after they were complete. But I know this wasn’t written over 10 years ago, in fact I think I wrote this for Smile. Maybe even as Tim was forming Smile back when it was just the two of us.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but when I ran it by him he told me the concept wasn’t ‘Rock and Roll’ enough. To gospel he said.” He looked over the paper once more and looked at me before taking my hand and suddenly leading me towards the piano we kept in our living room. “Whoa, whoa Bri not so hard you do realize I’m six months pregnant with your child, anymore stress like that and I could burst and we’d have a child on our floor.”

“Sorry love, but I was wondering if you’d play the song for me?”

“Right now?”

“No in the next 10 years, of course now.”

“But Bri it’s not finished, I always hated singing incomplete songs, especially when left in the dust for so long.”

“Just please try, for me my love? For our baby girl? You know she loves it when her mummy sings to her.” He said as he lowered himself down to the ground and wrapped his arms around my bump and leaned his head against it, being sure to look up at me with those puppy blue eyes of his.

“Dick move using our daughter for your personal gain May.” I chuckled.

“But it works every time, don’t it?” I smiled and shook my head at him and agreed to it. I opened the lid to the piano keys and had the sheet music in front of my on the stand and looked at it carefully. I warmed up by playing a few chords and key changes before I dived right into the song.

By the time of the third word, my voice slightly cracked as I said.

“Oh Jesus I forgot how high I wanted that note to be.” And as I sung the last note as low as my voice could go, that’s when the piano playing began to pick up. Like greeting a long lost friend, there was this connection and passion I had back when I had first written this song as my voice grew with a more passionate crescendo as I kept singing the song.

By the time I finished the chorus, I stopped playing and panted heavily. I turned to Brian and he was just in awe at me.

“Well…..what did you think?”

“I think—we just found our literal Queen’s next big hit.” He leaned forward and captured my lips with his as we began to make out right there by the piano.

The next morning arriving at the studio, I had the song in my hand and I was nervously fiddling with it.

“I don’t know Brian what if the guys don’t like it?”

“Then they’d be bloody insane. I mean we were forced to put Roger’s car song on the last album and this song as at least three times as better than that song. They’ll love it darling, just like I did.” He said as he placed his hands on my arms rubbing them comfortingly. I sighed deeply and said.

“Okay I’m sorry. Guess pregnancy heightens my insecurities.”

“It’s going to all work out love, come on before Roger throws another coffee machine for us being late.” He wrapped an arm around me and we both entered the studio.

“About time you two showed up, thought you two would’ve been shagging or something.” Roger teased.

“I’m already pregnant with one child there Rog I don’t suddenly need another seed sprouting this late in the game.” I pointed at him.

“(Y/n) my darling, I swear you just keep getting more radiant with each passing day.” Freddie said as he came up and kissed both my cheeks.

“Oh stop it Fred, you jest.”

“I jest you not darling. The sun can’t compare to the shining light that stands before me.” He praised as he swung my hands back and forth.

“Lads, (y/n) actually has a future song ready for us.” Brian made the announcement.

“Really?” asked Deacy.

“Yeah I….well my mum brought in a bunch of old boxes from my family home and one of them happened to be my old song lyrics box. Filled with all the songs I’ve tried to write since I was 13 and Brian came across this song. It’s not finished and probably needs a lot of work but he says it’s Queen’s next hit. I don’t see it though.”

“Oh don’t be hard on yourself darling. Come now play it for us and show us what you’ve got and then we’ll see where to go from there.” Freddie said as he gestured me toward the piano. He helped me sit down and I thanked him as I set the song on the piano stand and turned toward the boys who were all staring intently at me.

Brian nodded to me and gestured for me to breathe. I took a deep breath and proceeded to play the song for them, just as I had done for Brian last night. Once I was done singing, Deacy, Roger and Freddie were all in deep thought and they all silently looked at each other.

“Well there’s something definitely wrong with your beginning statement before introducing us to this song. And that’s the fact that you don’t think this could be a Queen hit.” Roger stated.

“You’re serious.”

“As serious as he can get, yes it will need a bit of workshop but this song….I’m already hearing the bass for this song in my head right now.” Deacy said.

“Alright my dears, let’s get to work.” And it was then we immediately got to work on recording, ‘Somebody to love’.

“Okay so what I’ve got in mind is that this whole verse here is great, but it’s out of place. I think it should go somewhere after the bridge maybe even the third chorus.” Suggested Freddie.

“Okay I can see that, but then what would the second verse be?” I asked.

“How about this?” suggested Deacy as he held out a piece of paper. I took the paper and saw.

“‘I work hard ((s)he work hard) every day of my life. I work till I ache my bones.’ Yeah I love it Deacy, but why did you put the he/she part in there?”

“Depends on whose singing this song of course.”

“Oh there’s no doubt, (y/n) will sing it. Won’t you darling?”

“Oh no, no, no, no Fred I—”

“Nonsense darling, this is something you clearly wanted to see come to life and I couldn’t sing it with as much passion as you give it. Well I could but I don’t want to.”

“Fred I don’t know, it’s rare when the fans allow a song to be sung by other than you. I mean you are the lead singer after all, they get all credits to singing.”

“Unlike most bands darling we share equal rights to songs. I didn’t reject Brian to taking the main leads to ‘39, hell I suggested you two take lead vocals for the chorus of that song. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to touch Roger’s sexual car song.”

“It’s a metaphor Fred!!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night dear.” He said as he turned to Roger before turning back to me and placing a hand on my shoulder, “The point is darling, take this as your time to shine as the actual queen of Queen. Do it for us, for my future goddaughter.”

“Did you teach him that?” I said as I turned to Brian who only shrugged but he had that guilty look on his face. I sighed deeply and said.

“Okay, but you guys have to stop guilting me like that. I mean it, you all are just too cute for your own good when you guilt trip me by using my unborn child as an excuse.” Freddie cheered and planted a kiss on my cheek and so it was official that I would be the lead singer for this song.

The song took a few days to record ever instrument and every playback so that our voices sounded like a choir of 100 singers. I had to practice which vocalization techniques I wanted on the repeated phrase of “fine me somebody to love”. I ended up trying over 10 until I was finally proud with one of them.

*May 18th, 1977, Houston, Texas*

It was like any other concert, not quite as stressful as a tour where you’re managed like crazy in order to keep a schedule and then move onto the next city, here we were just performing for a couple of days. I had just gotten done with maternity leave about a month ago after giving birth to my daughter, Chloe Franklin May.

And Brian was over the moon the second he got to hold his daughter in his arms. The boys were so happy for us and they fawned over their niece and spoiled her rotten, mostly Freddie of course. I had Chloe back home with my mum while I had to get back to the boys but I knew this concert was going to be broadcasted so I hope they were watching the telly back home.

We had just gotten done with playing Bohemian Rhapsody when Freddie spoke into the microphone.

“Thank you. Featuring (Y/n) May at the piano.” The spotlight shined on me and I waved to the audience who cheered, “We’ve missed her dearly since her maternity leave, but we’re glad to have her back. Right now we’d like to play a song written by (Y/n) when she was still a single gal, probably dedicated it to a certain man who’d soon become her husband.” I flipped Fred off and he chuckled at me, “It’s currently rising at the tops of the singles charts thanks to you. And featuring on lead vocals herself the true queen of Queen. Here’s (Y/n) May with her song ‘Somebody to love’.”

I played a chord of the piano and I began to sing the song. I first started off softly much like the record and then the boys backed me up on the low note for the word ‘love’. I picked up on the piano as Fred came and sat down beside me joining me until it became a brief double piano duet.

But then Freddie allowed me to take his mic stand as I now stood up and sung the first verse as I walked to center stage. The spotlight shining on me as I finally reached center stage, just a few feet away from Brian as the boys joined in behind me. By the time the second verse kicked in, my voice grew with passion as I allowed my throat to give some of the notes that sudden growl that I did on the record that no one not even the boys saw coming when we recorded it.

By the end of the 2nd chorus, I was so into the song, that my body suddenly lost control as I was lost in the rhythm of the song. I even undid my bun and allowed my long hair to fly outwards which got some cheers from the crowd and I threw my scrunchy toward the audience as I sung with more passion.

Finally Brian’s guitar solo came up. He came right up to me, serenading me with his guitar which never failed to send shivers up my spine. Much like how a male emperor penguin who serenades his future mate with his love song.

I smiled at Brian and the two of us touched our foreheads together as he kept playing his solo and I vocalized into the microphone before resuming the next chorus before the bridge that originally was the second verse that I had written.

The boys and I put all of our passion and heart into playing and singing the song and then once the repetition part of ‘find me somebody to love’ came on, I led the audience into clapping to the rhythm of Roger’s drumming and said.

“I want to see every single person in this room, see every single pair of hands. Three! Four!” We then began singing the mantra and I could hear the audience singing along as I began my vocalization while the boys sang the mantra. Letting my voice both slide or slowly crescendo then decrescendo as I adlibbed some speaking lines and then once the last part of the mantra began I was already belting out an “ahh” vocalization.

Suddenly I felt Brian’s arms around me and as I turned his face was right up close to mine. As I softly crescendo my last solo I wrapped my arm around Brian’s neck and as I sang the decrescendo vocalization of the word “love”, Brian slowly dipped me and I leaned my head backwards, feeling his nose softly graze my neck.

When he pulled me back up, our lips met and Roger and Fred took over the last few lines as Brian and I swayed softly in each other’s arms. Our foreheads leaning against each other’s and once the song had ended, the entire stadium roared with applause. Suddenly I was snapped out of my trance realizing that we were performing a concert.

I hid my face into Brian’s shoulder but he took me out of his embrace and held my hand upward and gestured to me and the audience seemed to cheer louder, chanting my name.

I couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across my face as I took in the fact that a song that was once criticized by my brother as too gospel, was now Queen’s next big hit among its fans.

After our performances in Houston we were now back home in London. Brian and I cuddled up in bed just shortly after putting Chloe in her crib by singing her to sleep since she enjoyed both her parent’s singing to her. My head resting on Brian’s bare chest as his hand stroked through my hair.

“You know what I had realized, about when I wrote Somebody to love? Well it was more like after I stopped writing it.”

“What?”

“The next day, that’s when Tim had introduced you as Smile’s new guitar player.”

“The day we first met.” He muttered. I nodded and raised my head up and placed it against my palm as I stared up at Brian.

“Guess that song was magical even with its incompleteness.” Brian smiled and stroked my cheek as he said.

“Glad I found it among those other songs. I love you (Y/n) May, you are my somebody to love.”

“And you are mine, Brian May.” I leaned down and captured his lips with mine and we both kissed each other softly but with so much love until finally we cuddled close to each other and went to sleep.

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a-second-hand-sorrow · 5 years

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Dance With Me? (Brian May X Reader)

WC: 3121

Warnings: Some swearing, its Very Australian, y’all it is so fucking cute

Summary: Y/N returns home to Brisbane for Christmas with her boyfriend Brian who is very shocked at how different Christmas is in Australia.

Tagged: @antoouu @ceruleanrainblues (If y’all wanna be tagged in any of my future works lemme know and I’ll do it)

A/N: I’m actually really proud of this one so I hope you guys like it! (Also all temperatures mentioned are in Celsius not Fahrenheit fyi)

BORHAP MASTERLIST

December 17th, 1978

“Yes mum, I know. I am coming home for Christmas, don’t worry.” Y/N said, glancing at the clock on her bedroom wall. It was 10 at night and she had stayed up late so she could call her mother in Brisbane.

“Well that’s good to hear. Are you bringing that rock star boyfriend of yours?” Y/N groaned at her mother’s question, her eyes going to the bathroom where Brian was currently taking a shower.

“I don’t know. Maybe, but it depends on his schedule. You know how busy he is, mum.” Y/N said, twisting the cord of the phone in her hand. Her mum let out a sigh before taking the conversation away from boyfriend-related matters.

“Mum I love you but its past 10 and I really need to sleep. I’ll talk to you soon, ok? Bye.” Y/N said, hanging up the phone and leaning back against the pillows. Y/N noticed that the shower had stopped, and soon enough Brian was emerging from the bathroom in nothing but his boxers.

“Who was that on the phone?” Brian said, pulling the covers back and getting into bed next to Y/N, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/N snuggled into Brian, feeling calmer now that he was in bed with her.

“Just mum. She wants to know if you’re coming home with me for Christmas. I said you might, but you’ve got such a busy schedule and my home is on the other side of the bloody world.” Y/N rambled, waving her hands about as she spoke, and Brian gave her a smile before kissing her cheek.

“Tell your mum I’m coming home for Christmas.” Brian said, and Y/N stopped, her eyes widening in confusion.

“I mean that’s great Bri, but what about recording and press releases and all that music industry stuff?” She said, and Brian chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ll find a way to get out of it. It’s Christmas after all, and I would want nothing more than to spend it with you and your family half way across the world.” Brian said, and Y/N felt herself smile, leaning up and gently kissing his lips.

“I love you so much, Brian May. You mean the world to me.” Y/N said genuinely, looking up at Brian with love in her eyes. He smiled back at her, pulling her against him so her head was resting on his chest.

“The same goes for you, love. I think the Earth would stop spinning if you weren’t in my life, Y/N Y/L/N.” Brian said and even though his words were sweet and sentimental Y/N let out a laugh.

“Bri, that’s not possible. You’ve practically got a PhD in astrophysics, surely you know what makes the Earth turn and it isn’t me.” Y/N said, poking his chest lightly and Brian groaned, rolling his eyes.

“God I was trying to be romantic and you went and fact-checked me. Seriously, woman.” Brian said, running a hand through his curly hair. Y/N just laughed, reaching over to switch off the lamp on their bedside table.

“I love you Brian.” Y/N said, pecking his cheek as they slowly drifted off to sleep, tangled together under the covers.

December 22nd 1978

“Jesus Christ!” Brian exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his forehead as they stepped out of Brisbane International Airport, towing their luggage as they walked.

“Told you it was hot.” Y/N said smugly, adjusting her top as they waited for her sister to arrive with the car. Brian was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt that had become stained with sweat and long black pants. Paired with his thick dark hair, he was a hot mess in the December sun.

“Yeah but I though you meant England hot, not this hellfire.” Brian said, and Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes.

“It’s only 35 degrees, Brian. I’ve had to deal with summers where it gets to over 40 degrees.” Y/N said, and Brian groaned in disgust at the thought of weather that hot.

Suddenly they heard someone blaring their car horn loudly and Y/N looked up to see her sister Lucy sitting in the driver’s seat with a wicked smile on her face. Y/N grabbed Brian’s hand and dragged him up to the car, telling him to open to boot and put their luggage in.

“Luce! How are you baby sister?” Y/N said, once Brian had sat down next to her in the back seats of the car and Lucy had started driving.

“I’m good. I finished my nursing degree last year and I got a job at the Mater private hospital in town earlier in the year. How about you? Would you care to introduce me to the handsome man you’re sitting next to?” Lucy said, and Y/N scowled, sticking her tongue out at her sister.

“Oi, I’ve been back in the country for ten minutes and you’re already trying to nick my boyfriend. Lucy, this is Brian. Brian, Lucy.” Y/N said, and Brian gave Y/N’s sister a wave from the back seat.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lucy. Y/N talks about you a lot.” Brian said, and Lucy chuckled, nodding with a smile on her face.

“All good things, I assume, Brian.” Lucy said cheekily, and Brian laughed, taking Y/N’s hand in his as he nodded.

“Good. It’s nice to meet you, Brian. All Y/N ever talks about when we’re on the phone is Brian this and Brian that. So, tell me, what do you do for a living?” Lucy asked, and Brian smiled, shooting Y/N an amused look before answering.

“I do work in astrophysics, mainly. A bit dull but I love it.” Brian said, and Lucy nodded, turning off the highway onto one of the smaller streets.

“Y/N has always had a thing for smart men. Particularly ones with glasses, but I see you’ve broken that streak.” Lucy commented, and Y/N scoffed, leaning forward to smack her sister on the arm.

“Piss off, Luce. Can you just turn on the radio because I am quickly becoming reminded of why I left this place.” Y/N said causing her sister to roll her eyes before turning on the radio.

The song playing was incredibly familiar, and Brian straightened up as soon as he heard it. “Oh this is a good song.” Lucy said, turning up the volume on the radio, Bohemian Rhapsody playing louder through the car.

“Luce, do you know who sings this song?” Y/N asked cautiously, and Lucy shot her a look as they pulled up into the street Y/N grew up on.

“Of course. I’d be a total dumbass if I didn’t recognise a Queen song when I heard it.” Lucy said, stopping the car after parking in their parents’ driveway. Y/N and Brian laughed with each other as they took out their bags and pushed them up to the front porch.

“Guess who I’ve got with me!” Lucy announced as she swung the door open, causing her parents and other relatives to rush into the hallway.

“Y/N! You made it!” Jo shouted, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. Y/N chuckled and hugged her mum back fiercely, glad to see her again given that it had been a year since her last visit. They walked into the dining room

“Oh it’s good to see you mum, however I have someone I’d like to introduce you to. Mum, dad, this is Brian.” Y/N said, stepping aside as Brian gave a small wave to her parents.

“We’re so glad you could join us. I know you’re always busy, so it means a lot.” Jo said, and Brian smiled as she hugged him tightly.

“Busy with what? Monitoring planets and doing boring sums?” Lucy said, cutting up a mango in the kitchen. Y/N’s parents looked at each other strangely as Brian let out a chuckle.

“Lucy, sweetie, Brian is in a band.” Jo said, and Lucy pulled a face, popping a piece of mango into her mouth.

“What do you mean? He told me he was an astrophysicist.” Lucy said, sitting on the kitchen counter.

“I am, yes, but my main job is playing guitar in a band.” Brian said, and Lucy’s eyes widened as Y/N fought back a laugh.

“What band then, space man?” Lucy said, and Y/N frowned, walking over to the kitchen and stealing part of her sister’s mango.

“Only I get to call him space man, Luce.” Y/N muttered, and Brian laughed at their dynamic.

“I’m Queen’s guitarist, actually.” Brian said, and Lucy’s jaw dropped, her eyes the size of saucers.

“What? No fucking way!” Lucy said, causing her parents to let out a noise of protest at her swearing.

Brian and Y/N laughed, nodding in confirmation of Brian’s statement. “Yeah, I took a break from working on our new album to visit you guys for Christmas.” Brian said, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders as they sat down at the dinner table.

“Y/N you are a terrible sister. I can’t believe you let me listen to a Queen song not knowing that the bloody guitarist was in the car with me. Tiffany is not going to believe me, I have to call her. Be right back.”

December 23rd 1978

“So how do you guys celebrate Christmas in Australia?” Brian asked over breakfast, a glass of orange juice clutched in his hands.

“Usually it’s loud and chaotic. People are swimming and there’s always water on the deck somehow. There’s a lot of fruit and seafood and champagne is drunk by all.” Jo said, and Brian chuckled, interested to see how this very different Christmas would go down.

“We do have some similar traditions, though. If you want, tonight we could go and check out some Christmas lights. Mum and dad used to put them up competitively when we were kids, but they’ve stopped which is disappointing.” Y/N said, sipping from the mug of hot tea she had.

“That sounds like fun, actually. I do love Christmas lights.” Brian said, and Y/N smiled, pecking her boyfriend’s cheek before stealing the bacon from his plate.

“Y/N!” Jo scolded, and Y/N gave her mum a kind smile, eating a piece of bacon before speaking.

“Mum, Brian is a vegetarian who is too polite to tell you that he doesn’t want bacon. Luckily, his girlfriend adores the stuff.” Y/N said, winking at Brian who had a dumb smile on his face.

“Ok, now that that’s all sorted out you two can go off and have fun somewhere. Your father and I can clean up.” Jo said, kissing Y/N’s cheek as she began cleaning up the table.

“You heard mum. Let’s have some fun.”

“Brian Harold May, don’t you dare!” Y/N screamed as Brian picked her up, holding her in his arms. They were by the Y/L/N family pool and Brian was holding Y/N over the water.

“I thought you said you loved swimming.” Brian said nonchalantly, a smirk on his face as he rocked on his heels, causing Y/N to let out a shout.

“Not when my dickhead boyfriend is threatening to throw me in the pool.” Y/N said, and Brian sighed, pausing for a moment before dropping Y/N into the water, laughing at her face as she fell.

Brian was in tears laughing once Y/N had resurfaced, her hair plastered to her face. She could tell that Brian was distracted so she leaned up, grabbing Brian by the ankles and dragging him into the pool.

Brian was gasping for air and Y/N was laughing hard, treading water next to her boyfriend. “What goes around comes around, May.” Y/N said, splashing Brian in the face.

“You are awful, you know that?” He said, splashing her back. Luckily Y/N avoided most of the water, but her eyes widened once she saw Brian’s hair.

“Oh my god Bri, your hair! You look like a wet dog!” Y/N said, cackling at her boyfriend’s now flat hair. He frowned, playing with his hair slightly.

“So what if I do? Is that a bad thing?” Brian said, swimming closer to Y/N. Y/N rolled her eyes, noticing that Brian was standing up while she still had to tread water.

“Just think you look funny. Not bad, but funny.” She said, wrapping her legs around Brian’s waist. His hands instinctively went to her hips, holding her up even under the water.

“I’ll take that.” Brian said, pressing his lips to Y/N’s. There was a hint of chlorine in the kiss, but it didn’t bother then as Y/N ran her fingers through Brian’s wet hair.

“I love you, poodle boy.” Y/N said, smiling brightly at Brian once the kiss was over.

“And I love you, you weird Australian.”

“It’s Christmas light time!” Y/N announced loudly, squeezing Brian’s hand as they left the house.

“It certainly is.” Brian said, smiling at the excitement his girlfriend had for Christmas lights.

“Sorry if I’m a lot, it’s just that I’ve always loved Christmas and whenever I see the lights they make me happy. Plus they remind me of my childhood which is a nice bonus.” Y/N said, and Brian nodded, kissing her forehead as they began walking along the streets.

“It’s all good, Y/N. I think you look adorable when you’re excited. I mean you look adorable all the time but still.” Brian said, adjusting his shorts with his free hand.

The couple walked along the streets for an hour or two, checking out varying displays while Brian complained about the mosquitoes. “God they’re awful! How do you deal with them?” Brian asked once the sun had fully set and Y/N chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.

“Cover yourself in insect repellent. That’s my only advice.” Y/N replied, linking her arm with Brian’s as they entered another street. By 9 they returned home and decided to call it a night.

“Thanks for today. It’s been wonderful.” Brian said, playing with Y/N’s hair as they laid in bed together, the soft glow of Christmas lights from outside casting a red and green shadow on their faces.

“There’s no one else I’d rather spend Christmas with, Bri.” Y/N said, unknowingly echoing Brian’s words from the night he agreed to come home with her for Christmas.

December 24th 1978

“Ok we’re off to church, we’ll see you two later tonight.” Jo said, kissing Y/N’s cheeks before leaving the house with her husband and youngest daughter.

Once the door was closed and the house all but empty, Y/N smiled at Brian. “I’ll put the kettle on and make us some tea. You get comfy on the couch, mister.” Y/N said, resting a hand on Brian’s chest before kissing him softly.

“Yes ma’am.” Brian muttered, watching as Y/N sauntered into the kitchen, popping the kettle on the stove and leaning against the kitchen counter while she waited for it to boil.

Brian decided to ignore Y/N’s instructions and crept over to the record player in the living room, finding a copy of the Jackson 5’s Christmas album and placing it on the player. As soon as the music started Y/N smiled, recognising it instantly.

“I thought I told you to get comfy on the couch, May.” Y/N called from the kitchen, making tea for her and Brian. A smile settled on Brian’s face as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist.

“I was in the mood for some music. Besides, you look so beautiful tonight.” Brian said, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N felt herself blush, picking up a mug and turning around so she could hand it to Brian.

“And you look very handsome. Maybe it’s the sunburn but you’re just glowing, love.” Y/N said, and Brian pulled a face, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t bully me. I’m English, we never see the Sun at home.” Brian replied, and Y/N shook her head, setting down her tea and grabbing Brian’s wrist, leading him into the living room with her.

“Dance with me?” Y/N suggested, wrapping her arms around Brian’s neck as he nodded, his hands sitting on Y/N’s waist. The two swayed in time with the music and Y/N hummed along to the Jackson 5’s rendition of ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas’.

Suddenly an image of the small velvet box in the drawer beside their bed came into Brian’s head, and he took in a shaky breath at the thought of it. He had been wanting to ask Y/N to marry him for a while, but earlier in the day he asked Y/N’s dad for permission and he granted Brian with it in spades.

“Stay right there. I’ll be back in a sec, I promise.” Brian said, pecking Y/N’s lips before rushing to their shared room. He quickly found the box and slipped it in his pocket, adjusting it so it wasn’t too obvious before returning to the living room.

“Took you long enough.” Y/N said, and Brian huffed, rolling his eyes before taking in a deep breath.

“Y/N, spending the last three years of my life with you have been a dream come true. You are a strong, beautiful, caring woman who takes shit from nobody, including me.” Brian said, chuckling as Y/N nodded at his statement.

“I love you so much and I don’t know where I’d be without you.” Brian said, dropping onto one knee. Y/N gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock as she looked at Brian.

“You’re the love of my life, even if you decide to make fun of me sometimes. Which is why I decided now would be the perfect time to ask you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, if you’ll marry me.” Brian said, opening the box and revealing a beautiful diamond ring that was small enough to sit comfortably on Y/N’s hand, but big enough to get people to ask about it.

“Yes, you stupid man, of course I’ll marry you.” Y/N said, crouching down and holding Brian’s face in her hands, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. Unfortunately, Brian lost his balance slightly under Y/N’s body and slipped slightly, toppling backwards with Y/N on top of him.

They burst out laughing, unable to believe that this beautifully romantic moment had been ruined by Brian’s awful balance. “Where’s my ring, May?” Y/N asked once the laughter had subsided, and Brian smiled at her, taking the ring and sliding it onto her ring finger.

“Y/N May. That has a lovely ring to it.” Brian mused, and Y/N chuckled, pecking both his cheeks.

“I’ve got a nice ring to me as well.” Y/N said, waggling her left hand in front of Brian’s face, showing off her new engagement ring. Brian let out a loud laugh, pressing kisses all over her face.

“I love you so very much, Y/N. You’re the best Christmas present I could ever ask for.”

#queen #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody x reader #bohemian rhapsody imagine #brian may #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #gwilym lee

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im-all-in-shiro · 6 years

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Sheith + “I fell in love with my best friend.”, please and thank you!

I decided to try out a college au for this one! Hope you don’t mind!

“I fell in love with my best friend,” Keith groaned, flopping back onto the chair in the dorm room he shared with his friend Hunk at the college they went to.

His friend Hunk was an engineering major, currently sitting on their dorm room floor with bits of tech surrounding him.

“You’re talking about Shiro, right?” Hunk asked, clearly much more invested in the tech he was messing with. “This isn’t some weird confession to me, is it? Because I’m sorry to tell you, dude, but I’m taken and you’re really not my type.”

“Of course I’m talking about Shiro,” Keith scoffed.

Hunk frowned and glanced away from his tech to glare at Keith. “Well you didn’t have to say it like that.”

Keith sighed. “I need advice, Hunk. I don’t know what to do.”

“Maybe you should go to Lance for this?” Hunk suggested, setting the bit of tech on the floor with all the other bits surrounding him. “Maybe he can help you? I honestly don’t know what to tell you besides ‘just admit your feelings to him and go from there.’”

Keith looked at him in a state of bewilderment. “Lance? Are you kidding?”

Hunk shrugged. “I know you don’t like each other, but Lance has experience.”

“With girls,” Keith added pointedly. “I’m after a six foot wall of beefcake. One-hundred percent pure man. I don’t even know if he’s gay or not.”

“I suppose that might make a difference,” Hunk said with a nod.

“There’s no way I’m asking Lance for help,” Keith stated with finality. “All he’d do is laugh at me.”

“You don’t know that,” Hunk argued. “I’ve known Lance a long time. He’s not as much of an asshole as you think he is. I’m sure that he’d be willing to help you with Shiro if you really needed it.”

Before Keith could reply that yes, Lance is as much of an asshole as Keith thinks he is (the man acted like everything was a competition between them even though Keith had no interest in this one-sided rivalry), his phone began to ring.

Keith reached into his jacket pocket only to freeze up when he saw the name displayed on his phone.

“He’s trying to facetime me,” Keith said in a panic. “What do I do?”

“Answer him,” Hunk replied as if it was obvious.

Keith quickly pressed the green button on his screen, only for Shiro’s shining face to show up a moment later.

“Hey, Keith,” Shiro said with a bright smile, his grey eyes twinkling. It was one of those smiles that made Keith feel lightheaded.

“Hey, Shiro,” Keith said, returning the smile.

“I’m about to work out at the gym,” he told Keith. “Do you want to join me?”

“Yeah,” Keith replied, maybe a little too quickly. “I’d love to.”

“How about some coffee afterward?” Shiro asked sheepishly. “I’ll buy.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind me bringing my sketchbook,” Keith said with a shrug. “There’s always good anatomy practice in people watching at starbucks.”

Shiro beamed at him. “You know I love your art, so I don’t mind at all. You’re really talented, Keith.” He chuckled. “I also promised you I’d model for you, didn’t I?”

Keith blinked. He didn’t realise Shiro had remembered about that. Keith had asked him a while back with much stuttering and flushed cheeks to model for him. Something Shiro was never allowed to know was that in Keith’s current sketchbook already resided multiple pictures of Shiro.

“You did promise me that,” Keith agreed with a slight nod. “And I’ll hold you to that, okay? You’re an ideal model.”

Oh shit. He’d just said that out loud.

Shiro laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thanks, Keith.”

Keith nodded dumbly, not wanting to open his mouth lest he say something even more stupid.

“Well,” Shiro said. “I’ll see you soon, Keith. Meet me at the gym in thirty minutes! Bye!”

Keith waved goodbye awkwardly, and with one last grin, Shiro hung up.

“He’s gay,” Hunk said with a firm nod after Shiro hung up.

“What?” Keith asked, eyes widening. “What are you talking about? How do you know?”

Hunk raised an eyebrow at him. “Dude. He’s into you. If he’s not gay, he’s somewhere in the LGBT.”

“Really?”

Hunk nodded. “Trust me when I say that no straight man would willingly agree to pose for another straight man for free for as long as it takes to draw him.”

“It’s for a class,” Keith mumbled embarrassedly.

Hunk rolled his eyes. “Really? What class? ‘Nude art of hunky man-meat 101?’”

“It doesn’t matter what class,” Keith retorted. “And so what if it he’s half-naked? Anatomy practice is important.”

“He’s going to pose half-naked for you?” Hunk asked in disbelief, his eyebrows raised to his hairline.

“It’s in the name of art, Hunk,” Keith argued vehemently. “He’s the ideal body type for drawing musculature, and he just wants me to succeed.”

“Or maybe he wants to show off his giant pecs and rock-hard abs for two hours as you draw him.” Hunk paused. “Did you ask for him to take it all off? Like, is this a totally nude drawing? Is he going to show off his dick too with just you in the room? Because that my friend, is very, very gay.”

Keith could feel the heat rise to his cheeks. “No! I’d never ask him to do that! I just asked if I could draw him!”

“You were somehow able to ask that between all your stuttering?” Hunk said teasingly, a smirk on his face. “Shut up,” Keith grumbled. “He was the one who asked if he needed to be shirtless or not.”

Hunk stared at him a moment before laughing. “Oh, man. Pidge and Lance would love this.”

“What?” Keith asked, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

“Sorry to tell you this, man, but this guy who offered to model topless for you clearly is interested in getting with you. That is straight out of one of those bad erotic novels Lance reads.”

Keith blushed. “It is not! Shiro… I don’t know. He’s just nice, him doing coffee or modeling for me doesn’t have to mean anything. He probably thinks we’re just friends.”

“But it does mean something, Keith,” Hunk insisted. “He’s literally handing himself over on a silver platter and for some reason you’re in complete denial.”

“Why would he like me?” Keith asked defeatedly. “I’m an orphan nobody wanted and a literal starving artist. He’s an up-and-coming astrophysicist with a loving family and a body like a God.”

Hunk sighed. “Keith. You’re a good guy, and an even better artist and friend. I don’t see why this guy you’re crushing hard on wouldn’t like you back if he’s as gay as I think he is. Also, Lance never wants to hang out with you around his potential girlfriends because he thinks you’re much prettier than him. If Lance is jealous of you, you must be at least conventionally attractive.”

Keith scrunched up his nose. “Thanks, I think.”

“I bet Mr. Grade A Beef thinks you’re pretty,” Hunk said with a smirk. “People don’t do nude modeling for just anyone, you know. Are you going to return the favour and strip too? Bet he’d love that.”

Keith sighed, reaching for his gym bag. “I’m going to the bathroom to change where I don’t have to be tortured anymore.”

“Just so you know, Keith,” Hunk said, stopping Keith in his tracks. “If a guy asks to go down on you, that means he’s gay. Just thought you should know that because it seems you can’t tell.”

Keith scowled at him before slamming the bathroom door behind him.

He could hear Hunk’s laughter through the closed door. Keith sighed. Hunk’s talk hadn’t helped his self esteem at all. He was still an orphan who was thrown around from foster family to foster family because of his discipline issues, and wasn’t exactly setting himself up for greatness by picking art as a major. He knew Shiro deserved better, and the man probably had no real romantic interest in Keith, no matter what Hunk says.

#sheith

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littleplebe · 6 years

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For @hollyspacey. A little something I wrote based on a story you told me ages ago. I had to take some creative freedom with the content but the inspiration definitely came from you. Happy belated birthday, my friend.

“Would you stop fidgeting? People are staring.”

Darcy threw a fleeting glance at an annoyed Jane before going back to spying on the open double doors. All evening, she had been keeping an eye out for Natasha, who had promised her an introduction with her favorite Avenger, the Winter Soldier.

Stark’s New Year’s Eve ball was in full swing but neither the Widow nor the Winter Soldier had made an appearance yet. Despite being nervous as hell, Darcy was beginning to think maybe the redhead had been having her on.

“What if he’s not coming?” she asked Jane, who was gazing longingly at a happy group of scientists standing some distance away. Tony Stark was right in the center of the group, as always commanding all the attention.

Jane tore her eyes from the sight and glared at Darcy. “What if I don’t care?”

Her salty response went unheard as Darcy rambled on. “Oh God, Jane! I swear I’m gonna die of nervousness. Nat says he’s reserved. What if he doesn’t talk to me? Or looks at me like I’m a silly fangirl?”

“No!” Jane gasped comically. “Why would he ever?”

“No, really. What should I say to him? Quick, help me think of something smart.”

“A minute ago, you were wondering whether he’d even show up.”

“It’s a valid concern.” Darcy paused and fluffed her hair for the hundredth time. “But it’s the eve of a new year and I have hope. Besides—”

“There they are,” Jane announced, cutting her off.

“What!”

The astrophysicist cackled when Darcy squeaked and jumped a foot in the air, her head swiveling to the double doors in blatant excitement, only to slump and turn back to Jane with a huff.

“Thanks,” she said. “You’re evil.”

“And you’re pathetic.”

“At least I’m not a liar!”

Jane rolled her eyes. “I don’t understand what you’re so worked up about, Darce. He’s just a guy.”

“A really nice, amazing, brave and attractive guy,” Darcy added emphatically. “He’s an Avenger! He’s not just some guy. I’m just a girl.”

“You’re amazing, too.”

“Yes, but he doesn’t know that.”

Jane sighed in resignation and gave up trying to make her friend see sense. The girl was apparently a goner, and when Darcy lost it, it was better to wait and let her calm down by herself.

Ten agonizing minutes later—during which Jane had to endure all kinds of crazy questions from “do my breasts look too big in this dress?” to “do you think he likes blanket forts?”—Natasha Romanoff finally arrived on the arm of Bruce Banner, followed by a subdued looking Bucky Barnes. All three of them made a beeline for the bar. Bruce especially looked like he could use some liquid courage to get him through the night.

Jane, having spotted them first, nudged Darcy. “They’re here.”

The brunette scoffed and barely looked up from her phone, in which she was obsessively checking her reflection. “Ugh. I look so slutty in this dress, Janey. Look at the amount of cleavage I’m flashing! I should have worn a scarf. Or a cardigan. You think that guy over there will lend me his coat?”

“You look fine,” Jane hissed, seizing Darcy’s jaw and forcing her face up. “Look over there.”

“Jane, what—oh!” Her eyes widened and a tiny moan escaped her lips. Jane let go of her immediately. “He’s here. Oh God, he’s here! What are we gonna do? What are we… shit, sorry for poking you!” Jane rubbed her throbbing eye while Darcy gushed, “Have you ever seen anyone so beautiful?”

“Everyone in this room is beautiful.”

“Hey, I just thought of the perfect ice breaker.”

“You’re not asking the Winter Soldier how much a polar bear weighs.”

“Why not?” She pulled out her phone excitedly. “I’m gonna take a picture of his thighs, just in case I never see him again.”

Jane dragged a weary hand down her face. It was like talking to a rock. Nothing except the Winter Soldier’s presence seemed to be penetrating Darcy’s mind, least of all good judgment. She caught Natasha’s eye and waved frantically.

“Over here!”

Jane had no doubts about the hilarity that would ensue thereafter, but even she could not predict the level of embarrassment her best friend would have to endure in the next few minutes.

While Bruce went to join the circle of conferring scientists, Natasha dragged Barnes in the direction of the two women, one of whom was subtly trying to adjust her dress again.

“Nat!” Jane greeted, giving the redhead a quick hug. “I was starting to think you had ditched us.”

“The thought crossed my mind… but I had a promise to keep.” Natasha’s green eyes twinkled as she threw Darcy a wink. “Barnes isn’t too keen on parties. I had to bribe him to make an appearance.” The man beside her said nothing, so she casually pointed at each woman and said, “Dr. Jane Foster. Darcy Lewis. They’re visiting Stark for the holidays. Ladies, meet Bucky Barnes, popularly known as the Weiner Soldier.”

Barnes grunted.

“I mean, the Winter Soldier.” Natasha smirked. “Oops.”

Jane suppressed a snort and smiled politely. “Sergeant Barnes.”

He didn’t seem inclined to do anything but nod. Jane was fine with it. Darcy wasn’t. She thrust out her hand and held it between them until a surprised Barnes finally reached for it and gave it a gentle shake.

Darcy let out a giggle, uttered a breathy hi, and forgot that handshakes were meant to be brief. With his hand still clasped securely in hers, she stammered, “I… uh… make excellent blanket forts.”

Jane resisted the urge to slap a hand to her forehead.

Barnes looked utterly nonplussed by her unexpected declaration and Jane could hardly blame him. Darcy’s quirkiness was bewildering at best and annoying at worst, but once you got used to it, nothing seemed more entertaining than her ability to say absolutely anything at any given moment.

Right now, it didn’t seem like she had the wits to follow her statement with an explanation. In fact, judging by her expression and the way her eyes closed as if to say ‘what the frakity frak, Darcy?!’, she definitely hadn’t intended on blanket forts being the first words out of her mouth when she met her long time crush.

“Don’t worry,” Jane jumped to the rescue. “She’s not fishing for compliments.”

Darcy turned pink and hastily shook her head when Barnes looked back at her. Despite her uncharacteristic bout of shyness, her wide eyes were trained firmly on him, as if afraid he would disappear if she looked away or let go of his hand.

“She’s not crazy either,” Jane added. “Our girl here doesn’t have the best record with first meetings.”

“She tazed Thor when he first landed on Earth,” Natasha supplied helpfully. “And sprayed Sam with red ink when they met.”

That seemed to pique Barnes’ interest. The tension around his eyes started to ease and his lips parted in a faint smile. When he spoke, his voice was low and gruff. (Jane had to admit, it was pretty sexy.)

“I’m sure birdbrain deserved it.”

Darcy’s jaw dropped and she nodded vigorously. “He… yeah, he did. Do you… want to know what happened?”

“Yeah.”

While a beaming Darcy launched into her tale, Jane turned to an amused Natasha and whispered, “What are we doing? She’s gonna eat him alive.”

The redhead grinned. “He may look broody, but he’s just as wild.”

“What exactly do you think is going to happen here?”

“Dunno. I’m just doing my part as the Avengers’ personal Cupid. Barnes needs someone fun and sassy like Lewis.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Ever the matchmaker.”

“I try.” There was a pause, then Nat murmured, “Let’s make this interesting. Ten bucks says they get together by the end of this week.”

It was wrong to bet on a friend’s love life but it was also stupid to refuse an opportunity to bet against the Widow. She may be the winner of several Avenger betting pools, but Jane knew Darcy the best. This bet was hers.

“Alright. Twenty says she embarrasses herself before the night ends.”

“You’re on.”

Darcy and Bucky were still talking about Sam Wilson when both women tuned back into their conversation. Out of all the things in the world, it was their shared love of antagonizing the Falcon that had done the trick. They were bonding, and although Darcy appeared to be doing most of the talking, Barnes didn’t look like he minded. His eyes frequently crinkled in amusement as he listened to her speak. Jane noticed his hand was still trapped in hers and his thumb moved almost absently across the back of Darcy’s hand.

“We should go,” Nat announced after a while. “There are a few people who want to meet us. Also, Steve’s over there being a wallflower again.” The redhead jerked her thumb to the left and sure enough, on the other side of the room, the Captain was silently lurking in the shadows with a glass of whiskey in hand. “I need to teach him some manners.”

Barnes followed her gaze and huffed out a fond laugh. “He’s worse than me. Punk hates parties.” He shook his head and turned back to Darcy. “It was nice to meet you, Ms. Lewis.” He squeezed her hand and almost looked reluctant to let it go.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Soldier. No, that’s not right. I mean, Sergeant Soldier… I mean…” she trailed away, flustered. “Shit.”

Barnes bit back a smile. “Call me Bucky.”

Jane shot a smug smile at Natasha. She was winning. Just one last thing to do. “Hey, why don’t we all take a picture together, yes? For memory’s sake.”

Darcy perked up. “Great idea.” She’d wanted a selfie with Bucky Barnes forever. She whipped out her phone and all four of them stepped closer to each other. They stood primly for the first couple of clicks. Then, Natasha made duck lips and Jane winked. Darcy stuck out her tongue and Bucky laughed. Someone behind them belched comically and that made him laugh more.

“Let’s see them,” Jane said, stealing the phone from Darcy and swiping through the pictures. “These are so good.”

“That’s the first time I’ve seen Barnes laugh all week,” teased Natasha, looking over her shoulder.

“Just because I don’t find your jokes funny,” Bucky began.

“Hey, what’s this?” Jane cut in, holding up the phone so they could all see the picture Darcy had taken earlier of Bucky Barnes’ wonderfully muscular thighs.

Darcy cried out and snatched the phone from Jane’s hand, but it was too late. They had already seen what was in there. She went bright red and so did Bucky. But he also looked like he was trying not to smile, which was a good sign.

“That’s not… I mean, I didn’t…” While Darcy hopelessly tried to explain the photograph, Natasha pulled a twenty dollar bill from her bra and handed it to Jane.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

“Yep,” Jane said cheerfully.

“… it’s for scientific reasons, I swear,” Darcy finished lamely, picking at her dress and avoiding his eyes.

Bucky cleared his throat. “That… makes sense, I guess.”

He was humoring her. Jane decided she liked him.

The sudden awkwardness that had settled over them was cute… and kinda funny. Everyone knew Nat was a sucker for such situations and liked to revel in them, but she said they really needed to mingle, so Jane nodded and watched as both Avengers bade them farewell and walked away.

“Bye.” Darcy let out a long breath and then rounded on Jane. “What the hell? Why would you do that to me?”

Jane could have responded with sass or she could have apologized, but frankly, she was more interested in the way Bucky turned one last time to take a peek at Darcy.

Oh, it was going to be a good new year indeed.

#jane foster #darcy lewis #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #wintershock #darcy x bucky #hollyspacey is a sweetheart #i'll always remember your comiccon story

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stuckinthelastcentury · 6 years

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I was tagged by @whoarethemodwolves Thank you so much, dear! :)

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 10 blogs you are contractually obligated to know

Nicknames: Joo, Jul, N O D D L E N U T

Gender/Pronouns: she/her

Star Sign: Gemini

Height: 169cm (5'6 I think?)

Time: 12:05 pm

Birthday: May 27th

Favorite Bands: Queen, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, Culture Club, Avenged Sevenfold, and many more

Favorite Solo Artists: David Bowie, George Michael, Prince, Tim Curry, …

Song Stuck In Your Head?: No Milk Today by Herman’s Hermits lmao

Last Movie You Watched?: The Boy in the striped Pyjamas

Last Show?: Stranger Things

Why Did You Create Your Blog?: Originally I planned on posting short selfmade comics about classic rock bands and old movies I like but I figured I wouldn’t have enough time for all the drawing and I changed my mind and now I just post about all the old stuff I love (especially Queen lol)

What Do You Post/Reblog?: My favourite Bands/Artists and movies+actors. Sometimes space related things or cats. Basically everything I love haha

Last Thing You Googled?: some stuff about German politics because I was supposed to write a politics exam yesterday but that didn’t work out since I’m sick

Other Blogs: I’m planning on creating a space blog one day and I’ll definitely make one when I finally have more time for photography! But right now I don’t have any other blogs

Do You Get Asks?: Yeah and I love getting them!

How Did You Get the Idea for Your URL?: Most of my fave things were created in the last century and even my dad tells me that I fit better in the last generation. I thought about these things while creating this blog and the name suddenly came in my mind and it sounded quite nice so I chose that name haha

I Follow: 315

Followers: 521

Average Hours Of Sleep: 6-7 I guess. More on weekends, even less during school times.

Lucky Number: 8 (but I don't really see it as my lucky number?)

Instruments: I play the guitar but I think I might switch to the bass soon. I'll never give up the guitar tho. I've also played the piano some years ago and I really want to play again!

What Are You Wearing?: Some random shirt, sweatpants and a red hoodie. A damn ugly outfit but I'm sick so who cares lol

Dream Job: Astrophysicist! Something with physics in general

Dream Trip: I'd love to visit England! But I'm interested in most countries, I don't travel very often :(

Favorite Food: t o o m u c h

Significant other: Oh I don't know

Last Book I Read: I'm currently reading "The Three-Body Problem" by Cixin Liu. The last book I finished was "A Clockwork Orange" by Anthony Burgess

Top 3 Fictional Universes: Rocky Horror bc god bless, Back To The Future; I want time traveling! and I cannot decide on a third one lmao

I’m tagging @dreamersballs @itsrogerbaelor @deakydick @raedioh @brianmaysbread @brian-mayy-lmao @touch-my-tears-with-your-lips-x3 @chaoskirin @calling-all-girls @lil-queenie-4

(If you don't want to do it that's perfectly fine)

#tag thingy #questions

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satans-codpiece · 4 years

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ok fr im gonna post this bc this is amazing @ 16 y/o me, what happened to you? selfshipping with a character not a single person on this hell of an earth cares about while staring the entire SPN cast straight in the eyes and being like fuck y’all?

[December 27th, 2012]

HE hadn't thought dying would feel quite like this. Or maybe he did, to an extent. Weightless, like he was floating was to be expected, feeling lightheaded, especially as the almost blinding light blasted from the stone. "It wall went white" doesn't have the same ring to it, though. He had seen that poor woman earlier be vaporized by the stone's power, and he was sure that was what was happening to him right now. Individual atomic bonds being ripped apart by the raw energy being thrown off by Stonehenge.

Even as an astrophysicist he hadn't expected to die such an unpredictable death. Maybe in an accidental atomic explosion at the worst, maybe get cancer or something. Much domestic deaths available than this seemed almost appealing, but in the end, he had saved the world in his death. He knew that long before he left the car with Dr. Jennings. He would die at Stonehenge, even if he failed. Getting the key to the center rock would cause what was happening: this discharge of power on a much smaller scale than the one hat would've occurred had he failed. The one that would redirect the atomic bomb, and then the one after procuring enough of the magnetic power from the Earth's poles.

That was why he left his ring with Dr. Jennings, and faked hope when she said she'd be giving it back. He would never see her again. A chestful of anticipation and the weight of quite possibly the literal world rested on his shoulders and he set out with determination.

Which he was successful and lead to this feeling of weightlessness, of falling even. To be honest he hadn't even realized he was falling until he realized his side and leg burned with pain. He had thought with just enough clarity to think that wasn't the pain supposed to stop once your brain had been picked apart one atomic-level bond at a time? Weren't you supposed to stop thinking? And in that moment he opened his eyes and he could swear on every book of astrophysical theory that he was actually falling. The light spiralling around his was not his near death experience, he was actually falling Goddamn it all. Hell, for all he knew he was actually being taken to see who the hell made Stonehenge and the key and terraformed Earth in the first place billions of years ago. He admitted earlier that there were forces they simply couldn't explain with modern theories, and maybe even any theories to ever trickle through peer reviews. Maybe they had something else at work in their terraforming device, they wouldn't even have to know.

The weightlessness was expected, the falling was a bit of a surprise but still could maybe to chalked up to last-minute hallucinations in an attempt to keep his mind in a single piece. It was the collision of his back to a very solid, very hard surface that had Dr. Glaser sputtering and trying to keep his focus on the material world.

Landing had jostled his already tender gunshot wound, and he groaned despite himself. This was so much less graceful than just being ripped apart or vaporized. He really hoped that at least the cult follower was being as disgraced as himself. Maybe a little more dead, since he did after all wish death upon all the humans in the world. That wasn't very nice.

Jacob stared up from his position on what he assumed was the ground of some abandoned building. The walls were concrete, maybe in a basement somewhere- supposing it was of human origins. The walls were old and a dingy gray, obviously uncared for and let to fall into disrepair. On the ceiling, however, Jacob could not comment since above him was only a swirling vortex of light and color: one that he had obviously just fallen from. He thought for perhaps a moment he had fallen through some sort of wormhole, created by the extreme energy at the stone and forced a counterpart white hole somewhere and had sucked him through. Though that hardly explained how he was still alive: a black hole would crush him under the extreme internal gravity. Not to mention it would also be ripping apart Europe by now.

No, Dr. Glaser was contented to ponder on how he got here as he bled to death slowly. It was a sad death, he thought. He much preferred being vaporized to this, at least in being vaporized he could hope someone would make a movie for him one day, with decent special effects for being vaporized. He could be famous, but no, like this he would be that one scientist that ends up being found in 30 years and then accused of faking his death for publicity. At the scale of everything that had happened surely it would be even more incredible than if they had found Hitler's body in South America. He pondered it a moment more.

Maybe not quite that sensational. It would certainly still rattle the gossiping TV shows for a couple weeks. No, he contented to pressing a hand to his wound which still oozed warm blood over his fingers and into this clothing. Judging from the state of the room and likelihood that he was in an evacuated zone, he hadn't expected anyone to show up. He certainly did not expect a loud cry of "Jesus Christ! Sam, Cas! Get in here!"

Actually he was expecting to really be hallucinating that. He looked lazily, the blood loss finally digging at his consciousness, and saw a large pair of too-green eyes staring back at him. The man, - oh God, Jacob could swear he looks just like Jensen Ackles, the American actor, pushes Jacob's hand out of the way to press a cloth to his wound. "Hey man, it's going to be okay, alright?" Jacob's head is too blurry to really understand what's going on, but is clear enough to know that that tone is more like 'I'm saying this so you wont freak out on me' than 'its okay'.

He expected to die anyway so it's all good. Maybe not with an actor trying to keep his blood inside his body, but hey it'll only make the story even better. He could probably get by with better last words than "It was a robot head", but he could settle for dying in an actor's basement. The man turned around again and yelled: "Sam! Cas!"

This time another man appeared from a doorway, rushing over to the first. He was remarkably tall, Jacob knew for certain even from his state on the floor. And now maybe Jacob could start having a panic attack or laughing off this hallucination because god dammit the other man was fucking Jared Padalecki. So either he was dying on the set of Supernatural, or something was definitely off. He recalled distantly that he had called him Sam, not Jared. And now he was sure he was hallucinating: this was absurdly nuts. Yeah, maybe Sabrina had told him that it was real and she was stuck on the wrong side, but come on. She was having some sort of mental breakdown when she said that. She'd said his alternate on the other side was an angel but this was stupid, this was ridiculous.

"Oh my god, Dean, he looks just like..." Jared (Sam?) mumbled, grabbing a hold of the wound on Jacob's leg. Dean- Jensen- nodded somewhere between numbly and grimly. And then around the corner came another body. Oh Christ, why would this have to be his pre-death hallucination, why couldn't he be receiving his award for astrophysics again, that would be nice.

"Move," The Jacob lookalike said, voice way too low and gravelly to be correct with his body. But they moved and Cas(?) moved in close, squinting at Jacob and all Jacob could was try to not cough up any blood that he felt trickling in his throat. Cas pressed two fingers the Jacob's temple and -now its certain he's hallucinating, but whatever- he was just fine. He gasped, happy to not feel restricted by the pain in his abdomen.

"What do we do...?" Sam began, looking helplessly between Cas and Dean. Jacob was still trying to sort his thoughts.

"Do you know Sariel?" Cas questioned, and it took him a moment to realize his lookalike was talking to him. He thought over a minute. Sariel? No, he didn't think he knew any and shook his head accordingly, too stunned for words.

"If she was stuck on the other side would she even be using her real name? Wouldn't she pick something else so she wouldn't, you know, stand out?"

Jacob could piece that together. Stuck on the otherside and there even being a Jacob alternate? He breathed in through his mouth, expecting it to feel tight and dry and shocked to feel it wet and edging on normal. He worked out, "Sabrina,"

The trio looked down at him. "This is another.. world, right?" They exchanged glances and shrugged, a unison of 'more or less'. "Sabrina Jennings, she said she was,"

The surprised yelp from above was all the warning he got as a body was falling much too quickly from the ceiling to stop. It landed heavily with a thick 'thump' on Jacob's middle, making his cough and sputter.

[December 28th, 2012]

"Oooh, I think I'm dying..."

"You are not dying, Sariel."

"You don't know that, ughh, this feels so awful. Won't you help me Jacob?" "No, just taken some more Nyquil, you're fine. You have the flu." I rolled onto my other side and mustered up my best kicked puppy dog look. "Jacob, won't you please go get it for me...?"

He turned around to glared at me, frustrated and tired with my antics. I really did feel horrible, more than what I expected the "flu" to feel like: more accurately I felt like death personified. I ached all over and moving at all left me terribly nauseousness. I'd never felt anything like it, Angelic or otherwise. Hell, I wasn't supposed to be able to get sick. I may have only partially fallen but that implied I was still partially an Angel and as a part angel being, I shouldn't be able to get sick with such human diseases, right? surely that was in my contract. Maybe

I probably should've read the fine print. I didn't even bother reading the shortened juicier version. Not that this metaphorical contract existed, that's why its metaphorical. I just didn't bother to actually consider what would actually happen if I ripped half my grace out (closer to two thirds, I still had a single pair of wings, not all three). I felt temperature and was bothered by it (I took to wearing several pairs of socks in the winter), I needed food occasionally, I slept a little off and on (maybe 3 hours a night, easily looked over). I hadn't even thought that sickness could also claim my much more fragile body.

I was still angelic enough that it would require a heavenly blade to kill me, I knew that for certain after I tripped and stabbed myself one evening. Whether it still took an archangels' blade or if any lackey could kill me was a mystery I wasn't too keen on figuring out. Being dipped in holy oil would probably fry me, which is such a pity.

But sickness is another thing all together, there were a handful of diseases that could affect angels. Mostly they attached to the wings: the most sensitive part of any angel, arch- or not. They were akin to birds' diseases, but the difference was simple. We could rid ourselves of them almost instantaneously. I'd only heard of cherubs being stuck with their sickness for a while, and even then they are so far down the food chain it isn't surprising. They're barely above humans, only capable of flight and hiding themselves from human view. They don't even require vessels.

But the flu, oh the flu. I had kept the part of my grace the healed, which seemed to be useless now, unable to rid my vessel which was essentially now my body, of this virus. Or whatever it was. It wasn't pleasant, I knew that. I ached all over to the very core of my being and even trying to press my grace against the wound-less pains seemed to be useless. I felt cold all the time and yet my body burned inside, and I was partially worried I was becoming Lucifer: burning cold and vessel flushed hot in attempts to press my grace and form out of its physical self. I slept much more, a full 8 hours which Jacob had explained was normal for humans to sleep more when they were sick. It meant their body was working overtime to try to push the stuff that was making you sick out. He swore to show me a movie he called Osmosis Jones, "Even though it's inaccurate in so many ways, it's pretty funny." I didn't really pay attention. I liked almost every movie he'd shown me thus far even though I hadn't seen a whole lot. Only maybe 50ish, and that was being generous. I guess for being around for a year on Earth, that was pretty good.

But this sickness was not "pretty good". It was horrible. I don't know how humans dealt with this as a possibility every winter. I snuggled deeper into the bed, pulling the blankets up to my nose and Jacob seemed to understand that getting up really would send my nausea into overload again. (Last time I had tried to move ended with me curled up on the floor with my head between my legs, crying out of my misery). I left the room for a minute, and I coughed roughly. Dry and it ripped at my throat, I grumbled something about probably using all my archangel abilities, as soon as I got them back, into wiping out the flu virus. This was a perfect example of grade A suckage.

I sniffled and suddenly a bluish greenish liquid in a clear bottle was being thrust at me. Jacob held it out while I took it from it, opened the top and took a large drink of it. He raised an eyebrow and I shrugged. I still had resistance to much of humanities drugs, making going to the doctor especially weird. Jacob had feigned flu as well to get a double dose of Tamaflu, whatever that was. He said I should probably just double the dose and anymore and he'd be worried about its effects on me.

So far I didn't feel any better. Doubling the amount of any medicine I took never seemed to do the trick, at tripling I got trickles of effects, mostly little things. Six ibuprofen and I noted that I didn't want to tear my spine out quite as much. It took ten to really make me relax and be able to think about anything besides it.

I screwed the cap back on and held it out to him again. He took it and set it upon the night stand. He sighed and ran a hand over my forehead, his palm feeling cool against my skin. "I'm sorry you're sick, Sariel." He cooed softly. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

I stifled a cough and mumbled, "Yeah well, don't get yourself sick too, I can't take care of you like you take care of me... I wouldn't even be able to heal it out of you."

He laughed and stroked a hand through my hair, "I can't get the flu."

I barely contained the shock in my voice: "What? how?"

He grinned and shook it head. "Unlike you, I got my flu shot."

#kat talks #long post #fanfic blogging #im tempted to post this on ao3 but with the correct post date #just so I can save this forever in case 750words goes under

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