Bugtober

I have a lot of mixed thoughts about Jaune and Vi's relationship, but that scene at the beginning of chapter 3 where Leif and Kabbu give Vi this little speech is so sweet. I love it enough to spend hours upon hours transforming it into a comic.

"survive" with vi, for the color palette prompt

For this, I decided to do like.. her being unhappy in the hive.

I find it absolutely hilarious that they went through all the effort of making and getting approved as a team SOLELY so they could enjoy the books in the library. Gen and Eri are out there running around Bugaria doing things and being mostly helpful, but these two are an exploration team that explores books for personal gain. I assume it's personal, anyway, since they never mention researching for the purposes of helping anyone or digging up obscure historical info. Alas, they're more of a slacker team than Team Slacker.

But seriously, shouldn't there be some regulations or requirements or something? Like, how are they contributing to the Association or the Ant Kingdom?? I don't like that the library is limited to explorers (and i think resident ants too), but I feel like these two shouldn't be vetted as explorers if they're just reading and not doing any explorer duties.

OMG!! Thak you so much!!!

your wish is granted!!

Zant is spending time with his zombie kids. ^^

“Between the sprain and the sniffles, you really can’t catch a break this week" with Keith and whichever caretaker you wanna write? ☺️

Thanks for the request, I hope you don’t mind a fluffy AU! And as usual, thanks to my dear @vcepsis for beta reading my stuff! I’d be lost without you! 😘

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Shiro sighed tiredly, and leaned against the counter, his fingers pulling back the soft tuft of white hair on his forehead. Quiet, at last.

The afternoon had been pretty hectic at the Altea Gourmet Cafè, but finally, the shop had emptied itself of the customers for the afternoon, and Shiro had the chance to have a moment to himself. He poured himself a glass of water, taking his time to destress, gazing out of the big window on the wall.

It was starting to snow outside, white confetti leaving tiny wet halos on the pavement in front of the shop.

Shiro took a moment to relish into the sight of the Christmas lights sparkling in the street, getting brighter and brighter  with the arrival of the evening.

The tiny bell above the door rang, distracting Shiro from his train of thought. A slender figure in an oversized red hoodie hobbled inside, bringing the cold December wind with them. Shiro didn’t even need to look to know who they were. The clacking of a pair of crutches against the hardwood floor, the sigh of relief when the customer realized how warm it was inside. Shiro smiled.

“Hello, Keith!”

The other boy lowered the hood, exposing his black hair and frost-kissed, red cheeks.

Keith was a regular customer of the cafè. He studied Physics at the university down the road, and he had picked up the habit of stopping at the cafè every day after class. He and Shiro were close in age, Keith being just a couple of years younger than Shiro, and they quickly started befriending each other.

Keith was extremely introverted, but he was only human, and he wasn’t immune to the charm of that really good-looking barista.

When the cafè wasn’t crowded, Keith loved to spend some time at the counter with Shiro, sipping his latte and talking about literally anything.

But that evening, Keith didn’t really seem in the mood for chatting. He slowly hobbled his way to the counter, cursing under his breath when the wet tip of one of his crutches slipped and he almost faceplanted, managing to steady himself at the last moment.

Shiro gasped, but smiled at Keith again.

“That was a close call! Be careful. How’s your ankle?”

Keith reached the counter and climbed on a stool, not without difficulty, propping his crutches against the bar.

“Ankle hurts. But it’s not as swollen as it was two days ago. It’s starting to bruise though.”

Shiro whistled. Keith’s voice was rough and scratchy, way deeper than usual. Upon closer inspection, he could see how red rimmed his eyes were, and how scrubbed raw his nose looked, already starting to peel. Keith kept rubbing it against his sleeve, sniffing wetly.

“Wow, what was that? Did you swallow a toad or something?”

Keith groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pale, slender fingers.

“Ugh, shuddup. Can you make me a tea? Any flavour will do.”

Shiro nodded, busying himself to brew the tea.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Between the sprain and the sniffles, you really can’t catch a break this week.”

Keith rolled his eyes and tried to protest.

“I don’t have t-the… the s-…” a throat-scraping, painful sneeze escaped his lungs, leaving him to clutch his chest in discomfort. “…sdiffles.”

Shiro chuckled, plopping a teabag into the hot water.

“Yeah, and I’m the King of the Fairies. Here, take a napkin, your nose is running.”

Reluctantly, Keith plucked a couple of rough napkins and blew. It felt like sandpaper against his already chapped nose, but it was still better than using the sleeve of his hoodie.

A pained moan escaped Keith’s lips and Shiro felt bad for him.

“Listen, why don’t you go sit on that bench over there? You can stretch your leg and I can bring you a pillow, to make you more comfortable. Plus, it’s closer to the stove, you’ll be warmer. What do you think?”

Keith shrugged, then nodded.

“Yeah… I was planning to stay for a while anyway. I have work to do on my computer, and the wi-fi is fairly decent here. And I’m certainly not going home until it stops snowing. A sprained ankle is already enough, I don’t want to risk a broken leg.”

Keith limped to the bench, Shiro hot on his heels, cup of tea in his hands. Keith settled himself on the bench, stretching his leg on a chair on the opposite side of the table.

Keith coughed in his elbow and nodded gratefully when Shiro set the hot drink in front of him.

“Thank you. Sorry to be a nuisance.”

Shiro clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“You’re not a nuisance. I’m sorry you’re feeling so poorly.”

Keith sipped the tea tentatively, but his nose started to run and he dabbed at it with the napkin.

“It’s just a cold. And a sprain. I can deal with it. No need to be concerned.”

Shiro hesitated, and he was about to ask Keith if he wanted him to bring him other napkins, when three new customers entered the cafè, and Shiro had to excuse himself to serve them.

Keith just nodded, turning on his laptop and starting to work on his assignments.

In the following hour, a steady stream of customers kept Shiro busy, but the barista often found himself looking in the direction of Keith’s table, a crease of worry on his brow.

Keith seemed to be struggling. His eyes were puffy and glassy, and his nose and cheeks were bright red. He looked like he had trouble keeping his head up, and eventually Shiro found him fast asleep, with his head resting on his crossed arms.

Shiro had to keep himself from cooing. Keith looked incredibly cute, asleep with his head on the table like an exhausted baby cat.

Eventually, closing time came by. Shiro locked the front door and cleaned the coffee machine, before he headed to Keith’s table and gently shook him awake.

“Keith. Time to go, buddy.”

Keith gasped, lifting his head and looking around, disoriented. The only lights in the cafè were the strings of fairy lights around the shop window, golden flickers in a sea of darkness.

Keith rubbed his eyes and swallowed a few times, a pained expression on his face.

“What time is it? How long have I been asleep?”

“It’s 8 pm, and you’ve been out cold for a couple of hours. How are you feeling? You don’t look good at all.”

Keith sighed, and started collecting his things and stuffing them in his backpack.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry I’ve kept you here over your working time. I should go.”

He stopped to give in to a coughing fit, each cough sounding wetter and sicker than the previous one.

Shiro huffed, unrolling the sleeves of his shirt and taking off the black vest of his uniform.

“Keith, where do you think you’re going, exactly? Look at you, hurt and sick, wearing just a hoodie. It’s snowing heavily outside, you’ll catch your death if you go out like this. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

Keith seemed to hesitate, picking up his crutches.

“Are you… really sure? My house isn’t far from here, I can make it.”

Shiro pulled his car keys out of his pocket, suggesting that he was not willing to negotiate.

“I insist. Come on.”

Keith caved in. He was cold, and his ankle hurt, and he felt overall too awful to argue. His sinuses felt like they were full of concrete, and he was really looking forward to burrowing under every blanket he owned.

They slowly made their way through the parking lot, Shiro standing by Keith’s side to make sure he didn’t slip on the slushy, grey mess on the ground.

Keith sighed in relief when he reached the passenger seat, and Shiro started the engine.

They stopped at a red light, and Shiro cranked up the heat.

“Stay at my place tonight.”

Keith almost choked on saliva, and ended up coughing and spluttering.

“What?”

“Stay at my place tonight,” Shiro repeated calmly.

Keith seemed uncomfortable.

“I don’t really want to disturb… I mean, I don’t want to be a burden. You’re probably tired after work.”

Shiro shot him a ‘no nonsense’ look.

“Keith, I mean it. Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror today? You look like a zombie. Stay at my place. I can fix ourselves some dinner, and maybe a nice cup of tea too. I can also start a nice cozy fire. And somebody really needs to make sure you take some medicine for that cold.”

Keith sighed, as deep as his congested sinuses allowed him.

“How can I say no when you put it like that?”

Shiro rewarded him with his best supermodel smile, and Keith’s heart fluttered.

Damn, he thought, I want to kiss him.

anyways I’m still yoi trash so here’s another fic. This one takes place entirely over text message and features a sick Yuuri who is in Japan while Victor is in Russia (from Victor’s pov)

900~ words

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Received 8:32pm hypothetically speaking, what’s the best way to get over a cold?

Sent 8:34pm✓ rest, soup and tea, and snuggles!

Sent 8:34pm✓ why do you ask?

Sent 8:35pm✓ also isn’t it super late where you are right now?

Sent 8:36pm✓ !!

Sent 8:36pm✓ wait

Sent 8:36pm✓ are you sick??

Received 8:37pm …

Received 8:37pm um… maybe a little?

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Someone who sounds sick. Not necessarily coughing, sneezing, sniffling sick, but… sick nonetheless.

Their voice is low and scratchy, and their m’s and n’s are a lost cause. They sound hoarse and tired, and like their head is absolutely packed full of cold. Everything they say has a nasally twang, and they purposely avoid words with the dreaded m and n. Even if their language was catered for stuffy noses, they would still be too stuffy to understand. Their v’s would sound like b’s, and their t’s would be d’s. Congestion would take over whatever words they were trying to say, and they would clear their throat in frustration when they had to repeat themselves constantly.

My favourite thing ever is literally like.. domestic sick scenarios. Cuddling too.

Like, Character A is sick in bed, and B has their arms around them, gently rubbing their back as they sleep. A suddenly tenses and clutches onto B’s shirt and weakly sneezes against their chest before sniffling and exhaling shakily. then they just go straight back to sleeping and B can hear their soft snoring and gently pull the blanket up higher.

or!!!! maybe A is so stuffy and constantly sneezing that they’re exhausted and each fit just sounds like theyre desperate for relief. theyre huddled up on the couch, phone in hand to keep them busy, and B comes over, brushing back their messy bangs to feel their forehead. They both somehow figure out a solution to help A breathe better and B ends up having A sleeping against them.

What about just having B, kind of new to the whole taking care of their partner thing, and constantly struggling to make them feel better but A is super apologetic and tells them they’re doing their best and thats okay. B not knowing how to rub stuff onto their chest to make them breathe easier, or not knowing how to properly make tea and being so frustrated about it A ends up having to teach them through exhaustion.

HEy couple baths are nice too, having A shivering and resting as B cools their fever down with a towel and constantly kissing them against A’s soft protests. Having to bundle them up right after they leave the water because theyre freezing and being forced to stay awake so their hair can be dried before they sleep!!

A waking up to a fit and grabbing a handful of tissues to mop up the mess on their face, and B seeing this and coming over to help A stop sneezing long enough to properly blow their nose. And A collapsing onto the pillows directly afterwards as B brushes their hand against their forehead to soothe them. Maybe they cant even reach the tissues from where they’re laying so B holds their tissues for them omgg

its a long post but these are all great scenarios add on if ya want lol

The majority of the team is down with a deadly illness. Only a few are still up and functioning – one of them is their medic, who is pushing and pushing and pushing themself to find the cure. No food, no rest, nothing but the endless cycle of tests. This is life or death; they can’t care about themself when their loved ones are dying, no matter if the immune ones are begging them to rest.

When the medic’s body finally gives out, the immune ones immediately think it’s because of the nonstop exertion. As soon as they reach them, however, they realize that the medic has almost every one of the symptoms. They’ve been hiding it for the sake of saving the others all along.