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Random HC #23 (Continuation of #4 - #22)

Secrets?!

The night is long over and has made room for a new morning. That’s the first thing, Sportacus realizes, when he opens his eyes with a small yawn. The next fact, catching his attention is that it though isn’t as bright in the airship as it uses to be at this time of day and the next second, he can already hear the raindrops, splashing against the outside of his home. Usually, he’d feel a little disappointed when he understands that the day will be rainy. Probably too rainy for the kids to play outside. But today is different…
His eyes roam Robbie’s relaxed body. The other is still cuddled up close to him and he can feel the steady heaving and sinking of his chest against his hand, still resting on the villain’s back. Robbie’s hands are lightly holding on to the hero’s pajama top, as if he wants to make sure that he isn’t leaving him after all. The damp cloth on his forehead had actually soaked through Sportacus’ top, but it feels warm meanwhile and therefore, he still doesn’t really care…
He can’t help a soft, happy smile, although he can still feel the heat coming from the other’s body, proving that his fever still hasn’t ceased one bit. But at least, Robbie slept peacefully through this part of the night… Sportacus gently starts caressing the villain’s head again, extracting a soft noise from him. It’s a very low humming, almost edging into a purr. The hero’s smile brightens and his heart does a small, happy jump. Robbie simply looks incredibly cute, when he’s sleeping this peacefully and this sound only adds to his appearance. It makes Sportacus wish to be able to watch him sleep like this, every morning, to hold and cuddle him and help him realize that he’s not alone. On the contrary. The hero would do anything for him! But at exactly this thought, Sportacus’ heart grows heavy again, because it reminds him that Robbie isn’t here, because Sportacus told him how he feels about him and he shares these feelings, but because he’s still very sick and needs his care. And this leads straight to the question whether the hero’s care actually will be enough to help Robbie becoming all healthy again. He still doesn’t know what is wrong with him, after all. So he should take him to a doctor, as soon as possible! But…why does his instinct still reject this obviously right decision?
…Maybe…because something about Robbie’s symptoms simply doesn’t seem right? Sportacus is no doctor, of course, but he does now a lot about illnesses, injuries and medicine in general. It was his second favorite class at school, right after health education (and yes, even before P.E., because as much as he loves to move around all the time, it was NOT his favorite class during his time at school). And the way, Robbie has described his hallucinations and how the last one came along with his fever and stomach cramps… It’s just strange… And adding to these doubts comes Robbie’s obvious fear of doctors. What if he’ll only make it worse by taking him to a real physician? And with this very likely also loose his trust again, he managed to build up during the past half a day?
He sighs lowly. He’s used to facing problems and fixing things. But this situation now… He knows that he’s letting this get to him on a level, where it becomes difficult, if not even impossible to remain objective about Robbie’s condition. But how could he NOT feel horrible and scared, himself, when someone he likes so much is involved?! …He never understood… That’s why most of his teachers always told him that he’d never graduate and become a hero. But he did. And then he was send to LazyTown to capture this man and take him back to his people to be punished. But he couldn’t. Because he instantly felt that Robbie is not evil. On the contrary… And now he realized that he…fell in love with him. He’s not sure when exactly, nor how. But…he is sure that this emotion, sparkling in his chest, each time, he does so much as look at Robbie, is love. A love, that goes beyond pure friendship…
“…Oh, Robbie…” he swallows hard and runs his hands through his hair and over his back again, before he places a long, soft kiss on his hair and tries to shift away from him. At once, he’s met by a low but heartbreaking whimper and the grip on his shirt tightens “…Sportacus…” The hero freezes in his move. “…Shush…” he quickly pulls the villain closer again and nuzzles his nose into his hair, murmuring “I’m here. It’s okay…”
“…Hm…” Robbie moves his head, the cloth drops down on the bed and he mumbles once more “…Sportacus?…”
“Yes,” the hero smiles softly, although he knows, the other can’t see it “…Are you awake, Robbie?…”
“…No, I sleeptalk,” grumbles the villain and sighs lowly “Silly question, Sportagoof…”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles and strokes through the black hair once more “…So… May I get up? I want to prepare some breakfast. You need to eat…”
“It’s your bed. Of course, you can get up,” mumbles Robbie, but without loosening his grip on the other’s top one bit “…But I’m not hungry…”
“But you NEED to eat!” carefully, Sportacus removes the villain’s hands, ignoring the half suppressed whine for the moment, and makes sure that his patient is lying comfortably, propped up by the pillows, then he jumps out of bed and turns to look at him with a serious gaze “ESPECIALLY if you don’t want me to take you to a doctor right away!”
“That’s blackmailing!” Robbie quirks a brow, a light smile tugging at his lips “Should I feel proud now, that you’ve learned something from me?”
“I’m serious, Robbie. This isn’t for joking!” Sportacus crosses his arms “I’m really worried about you!”
“…Yeah, I… I know…” Robbie looks away uneasily, his voice low “…But you’re waisting your time…”
“Why do you keep saying this?! Robbie!” Sportacus kneels back down at the edge of the bed and takes both of the other’s shaking hands in his own, searching his eyes “Don’t you understand that… That I… That you’re incredibly important to me?! Since you are so sick, I feel horrible! I try to figure out how to help you, but for the first time in my life, I feel completely powerless and scared and desperate! Please…” he lets go of Robbie’s left hand to cup his cheek instead, he barely notices his own tears before they start running down his face “…You’re so pale… Robbie, if you know or have any idea what could be wrong with you, you HAVE to tell me! Now!”
Robbie breathes in. He struggles to not lose himself entirely in the touch of the hero. “…You…have to be more careful…” his voice is low and strained. “…What?…”
“…I guess, you’ve lost this during your sleep…” a very weak, wry smile washes over the villain’s lips, when his free, left hand now blindly reaches for something next to him and then holds it up, next to his face and into the hero’s view “…Next time, this might happen, when somebody else is around, who isn’t me and therefore quite surprised, not to say…shocked…”
Sportacus stares at the item in the other’s hand and the next second, he’s sure, he becomes just as pale as Robbie, and his voice threatens to stop working when he now rasps “…You… You already…knew?!…”
“I’m your declared archenemy. Of course, I knew!” he chuckles weakly and shrugs “…It wasn’t THAT hard, actually… Sugar meltdowns, always moving, flipping, jumping around, a magic crystal, living in an airship, this ridiculous hat… And come on, your Icelandic accent! You know, I don’t remember too much about my own birthplace, but there are some stories about your folk, I DO remember hearing from my mother!…” his smile drops a little, and he lowers his hand again. A long pause follows, during which neither of them moves a muscle. “…You’re not…staring at them…” murmurs the hero suddenly weakly. “Why should I?” Robbie blinks puzzled and smiles, lightly confused “I told you, I knew before…”
“Yeah, but… At school, they told us…everybody would stare…”
“Well, I don’t think, staring is very polite,” a nervous chuckle “…Besides… Right now, I’m busy staring into your eyes, am I not?!” He blushes. Sportacus blushes, as well, but more out of joy than embarrassment. He isn’t entirely sure what to make of this, but he feels a great tension falling off of him, of which existence he wasn’t even aware before. “…So… Since you knew… Why haven’t you ever told anybody or used this knowledge against me?…” more absently, he caresses Robbie’s cheek with his thumb, still without breaking their eye contact. “I’m a villain. But not cruel. I…sensed that you had your reasons not to tell anybody… Not even the brats. I…” now Robbie shifts a little uneasy “…What you said yesterday… About me… That I never really wanted you to leave or to get rid of you…was true, I guess… I…” he breaks up and swallows hard. Then he suddenly, gently pushes Sportacus’ hands off, puts his hat in one of them and turns his face away from him, his eyes squeezed shut. “…Robbie?…” puzzled, Sportacus quickly puts his hat on again, covering his slightly pointed ears with it, before he carefully brushes a few strains of hair out of the villain’s face and notices the tears, rolling down his cheeks “Robbie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The other opens one eye to look at him again “…Why are YOU crying, Sportacare?…”
“Because I’m worried! And…confused and desperate…” Sportacus shrugs helplessly. “…Yeah… Me, too…” Robbie wipes his face and sniffs lowly “…See….When you’re the villain, you’re supposed to cause trouble and keep the hero busy…but not like THIS!…” a weak, strained laugh “You care for me more than anybody else ever did! And this feels so…incredibly wrong on one hand but…even more incredibly good on the other! I… I don’t know, what I’m supposed to DO!” The laugh turns into a sob and he buries his face into his hands. “…Nothing…”
“H-Huh?…”
“You don’t have to do ANYTHING, Robbie. Except of accepting my help and…following my suggestions at best, so you can become all healthy again,” the hero’s gentle smile is audible. “B-But…”
“No. No buts,” Sportacus sits down sideways on the bed now and carefully grabs Robbie’s hands again, to pull them away from his face and squeeze them gently “All you REALLY have to do is trust me, Robbie. And…that shouldn’t be that hard, right? I mean…I trust YOU!”
“…Really?…”
“Of course! I have every reason to! Look, you’ve even kept my secret for all these years! Stop telling yourself, that you don’t deserve my care, trust and love! You do!” Sportacus is talking without really thinking about it before now “Not just because you’re no real villain, but because you’re an amazing person and there isn’t anybody else who makes me feel so happy when he’s smiling for once, not looking so sad and depressed anymore!” He breathes in. Just now, he notices Robbie’s stunned…or rather shocked expression. And then, it hits him what he just said and his face turns dark red “…Oh…”

What with renarent making that brill EW reaction gif yesterday it gave me a hankering to make some SB reaction gifs of my own. Because sometimes words just aren’t enough to express appreciation for the sheer magnitude of SB’s perfection. 

Starting with the obvious, obligatory exploding ovaries gif…#obviously

Ironically Dirk in his vest and boxers is just the sort of thing this reaction gif would be ideal for. 

Then there’s the swoon gif…

Thanx John…

and this one which I’ve been thinking about making for a long time because I don’t really know…

Perfect for if you’re just too lazy to write the word ‘Yep’

Then I did a couple of variations of Romeo removing his mask and checking out Juliette…#hearteyesmotherfucker

Then there’s these which aren’t reaction gifs at all but I had to make them all the same:

So yeah. I might make more should any opportunities crop up. Feel free to use if you think they’re any good (HAHA) 

anonymous asked:

Imagine steve rogers finding a little girl in the middle of a battle and the little girl is just standing there pouting not even caring about the battle around her and steve has to argue with this small child to make her let him just to bring her to safety.

“Honey, look, there’s a big monster coming this way, and we’ve got to–”

No,” the girl yells, planting her feet and leaning back, her wrist twisting in Steve’s grasp as she tries to pull away. “My truck!”

“We don’t have–”

“I’m not going without her!” she screams, starting to stomp her feet. “I won’t!

Steve turns. The thing – it looks like a giant cross between a rhino and a hawk – is barrelling their direction, only marginally slowed by the cars it has to cast out of its way. “Fine,” he snaps, “where’s the truck? Come on, let’s go–”

The monster steps directly in the space where he’d just been standing, and he gulps as the girl tugs him toward the nearest building. He holds her wrist and follows, using his shield to block the rain of debris falling in the direction of his head.

He’s too busy paying attention to the monster to catch it. The girl’s toy truck must be made of concrete, because when she clobbers him over the head with it, he sees stars. “Ow,” he grumbles, turning. But in his shock he must have loosened his grip, because he only just catches sight of the heel of her tiny Converse as she slips into a crack between a ruined wall and a pile of bricks higher than his head.

Swearing, he follows, hoping that getting out of sight of the monsters means he’ll be in relative safety for a moment. It’s not a very deep crevice; he finds the girl crouched at the end of it, maybe twenty steps from where she’d hit him.

“I let you get your truck,” he says, reaching a hand out to her, “now will you come with me? We’re not safe here.” She eyes him warily. “Honey, come on. Please. I’ll buy you another truck. I’ll buy you a whole toy store full of trucks. Please, come with me.”

“I don’t want another truck,” she says.

Jesus Christ, this kid is stubborn. Metal screeches behind him. “Fine. What do you want me to buy you instead?”

“I want to see Captain Sam.”

Oh, Steve’s never going to live this down. “He’s busy.”

She hunkers down a little more, hugging her truck. “I’ll wait.”

Steve listens for a moment; the monster seems to have moved on. Finally, he crouches too, putting his back to the wall, and sighs. “Sam,” he says into his comm, “where are you right now? Somewhere close?”

“14th and 1st,” says Sam, sounding like he’s running. “You?”

“12th and 1st. I need a hand.”

“On it.”

Making a face at the girl, who glares right back, Steve sighs, and settles in to wait.