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46 Robert looking after Aaron when he's ill

You don’t look so good

The festive season is over, and the Christmas decorations have barely been packed away before almost the entire village is struck down with a particularly nasty strain of norovirus. Aaron, in his seemingly never ended misfortune, is hit the worst, his time spent with his head ducked over a toilet bowl outlasting the usual twenty four hour period by three days. By hour 36, Robert, who lives up to his legacy as the village enigma by being one of the few who are immune, is in a frenzy, convinced that his husband may be on the verge of certain death. Luckily, the woman who picks up Robert’s call to the NHS helpline is able to assure him that yes, this is normal, and no, Aaron is not dying, he just has a stomach bug.

‘You don’t look so good,’ Aaron jokes when Robert comes into the bedroom clutching a glass of water. ‘Have you caught something?’

‘Har-dee-har-har,’ Robert says, rolling his eyes and perching on the edge of the bed next to him. Aaron smiles, which looks odd in contrast to his pasty skin and bruised under-eyes. He’s been putting on a brave face for days, but Robert knows that he feels rotten. ‘I’m going to need you to sit up a minute.’

Aaron sighs but nods, bringing himself up onto his elbows and letting Robert slip an arm around his waist. He winces as he forces himself into a sitting position, a barely audible groan slipping from his lips. Robert wants nothing more than to tuck him back up and let him rest, but his health has to come first.

‘This has got some rehydration powder in it,’ Robert says, nodding to the glass. ‘You’re going to have to drink it or you’re just going to get sicker. Sorry.’

‘I didn’t think that was possible.’

Robert hands Aaron the glass and he lifts it shakily to his lips. He manages about half before shoving it back to Robert and clamping a hand to his mouth. Robert is quick to react, grabbing the empty mixing bowl he left at the side of the bed for such an emergency.

‘You alright?’ Robert asks, rubbing Aaron’s back and his wretches. He isn’t actually sick though, which is promising.

‘They just had to make it orange flavoured,’ Aaron says, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth and taking a deep breath.

Robert puts the bowl on the floor. ‘You got some of it down though, which is good. Is there anything else I can get you?’

Aaron considers for a moment, letting Robert plump up his pillows before he settles back down. ‘Can you stay with me for a bit?’

Robert nods and smiles. He’s been sleeping at the foot of the bed for the past few days, giving Aaron enough room to breathe while still being close if he needs him. He hasn’t minded, but he’s missed being next to his husband. He stands up and makes his way to his own side of the bed, slipping under the covers next to Aaron and offering an arm. Aaron takes the invitation and curls up against him, his head pressed against his heart. His skin is clammy and he smells like sweat and vomit, but Robert doesn’t mind. He kisses the top of his husband’s head and smiles into his hair. He doesn’t mind at all.

I haven’t animated in so long??

7

“family, stability…guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. i think someone else came out”

tiny comic about bucky’s insecurities. as he recovers, bucky’s upset he can’t revert to exactly who he was before hydra. sometimes, seeing how he used to be with steve in the 40s unnerves him. he feels like he can’t be steve’s best friend again. steve realizes this and, fortunately, knows how to comfort him. he understands the feeling. completely inspired by @ladypeg!

i hope phils hairy totties were cold as he lay his meaty naked man shoulders on the table and allowed his exfoliated cheeks to rest upon the cool wood as gentle as a lovers embrace

daffodil

The problem is that Eren is ridiculously handsome these days.

Sure, Levi had always acknowledged that the kid was kinda cute, especially after he’d started growing his hair out and learned to control his temper better. That had been it, though, and since back then Levi had still been his Captain, he’d never really even allowed himself to dwell on such things. But now when he’s retired - and growing soft with age, as Eren himself had claimed once with a twinkle in his eyes - he’s become painfully aware of just how attractive he finds Eren.

He’s sitting amongst tall grass and wildflowers, more focused on admiring the line of Eren’s broad shoulders than paying attention to what he’s doing with his squad. Since he can’t deny a single thing from Eren, he’d naturally agreed to come along and watch them train. It would be really helpful, Eren had said, worrying on his bottom lip with his teeth in a way that had been horribly distracting to Levi, because even though he’d now officially been promoted to Squad Leader, he could use some feedback on his training methods.

They’ve been at it for what must be hours now, and Levi’s quite impressed. Maybe he really is old and soft, because he’d have allowed at least one break somewhere in between. Eren’s more strict than he would’ve imagined, even tense at times, and Levi’s not at all envious of his squad members.

It’s quite nice, in a way, sitting in the sun and merely allowing time to pass. That’s a luxury in and of itself, he thinks, being able to stop and smell the flowers, both figuratively and literally. He’s plucked a freshly blooming daffodil from the ground and is twirling it in his fingers when Eren seems to have decided it’s finally time for a break.

Without hesitation, Eren comes to him, leaving his squad to cool off amongst themselves. He plops down on the ground next to Levi, a little out of breath but still no less gorgeous. There’s a small frown resting over his features and Levi wants to kiss it away, to press his lips against the crease in his brow and the downturned corners of his mouth.

“Hi,” Eren says and manages a wry grin. “How am I doing so far?”

Levi tears his gaze away from the shining green of Eren’s eyes and instead turns to watch his squad members, most of whom are also on the ground, trying to catch their breath. “Well,” he starts off and intends to go on, but apparently that’s already enough for Eren.

“Really? I don’t know,” he sighs, taking a hand through his unruly hair. He’s discarded his jacket long ago and rolled up his sleeves, and Levi finds himself hopelessly transfixed by the firm muscles in his arms. Not to mention his hands, dear God, those broad palms and long skilled fingers that Levi’s imagined touching him all over so many times that he’s lost count by now.

To top it off, Eren towers over him by now, having grown several inches over the years. That’s completely unacceptable to Levi. This is Eren, his Eren who’d he’d vowed to protect, the perpetually angry and squeaky-voiced kid who’d looked at him like he’d hung the damn moon. His Eren is not allowed to be this attractive, because Levi honestly cannot handle it.

Eren is in the middle of rambling about something when Levi realizes he hasn’t been listening at all. He’s fidgeting in place, that much Levi registers, hands clenched into fists and his stare darting back and forth from Levi’s face to his own feet as he talks. There’s something trapped in the green of Eren’s eyes that reminds him of a panicked animal, and Levi wants nothing more than to soothe him and tame him.

“Hey,” he interrupts, making Eren stop abruptly. “It’s okay. Breathe. Relax.”

It’s a horribly clumsy attempt at comforting him, but Eren’s shoulders do drop a little. “Yeah. Okay,” he repeats with a long exhale. “Sorry. It’s, uh, you being here just makes me a little nervous.” It’s all said in one hasty breath, almost fearfully.

Levi blinks. “It’s okay,” he repeats, and having ran out of things to say, reaches out and hands his daffodil to Eren. “Here. Take this.”

It’s silent for a while, but Eren does extend his hand and pluck the flower from his hand, his face questioning but also a little hopeful. “What?” he asks, as if he hadn’t quite heard right.

“It reminded me of you,” Levi says and opens his mouth to explain further, but when nothing comes to mind, he closes it again. “Make sure you don’t crush it, though. Maybe train your squad a little less intensely.” He’s not sure if Eren can manage that for even a fraction of a second, being less intense than he usually is, but for the sake of his overworked squad members, Levi sure hopes so.

“Thank you.” Eren’s lips are curving into a tiny smile, and it’s the most beautiful thing Levi’s ever seen. “I’ll try to take good care of it.”

“I know you will,” he says, more to himself than to Eren since the kid is already up and ready to continue,  newfound enthusiasm in his voice.

One of the members of his squad outright whimpers when told to get up and resume training, another one actually has the gall to talk back at Eren, but none of them even mention the delicate daffodil now tucked behind his ear.

Character: [doesnt have any dialogue. Barely ever seen in source material & fanworks. Has minimal, if any, provided backstory]

Me, pushing aside fan faves: HEY. YOU THERE. hEy . T H E R E. Hey, you there, i see you over there, i want u to c omE HERE

omg i just thought of the stupidest, funniest shit

so after act 7 things settle a bit & logically john starts to date roxy but he feels really weird about it and has to tell dave because technically hes kinda dating his mom so he goes to dave really anxious and confesses that hes been with roxy and at his surprise dave takes it really well and goes in for a congratulatory hug and

come to me and tell me dave wouldnt be that petty. come. i dare you

So are y'all done w/the filler…I mean “”“”“”“world building”“”“”“” episodes yet so we can move onto a show with an actual plot?

I’m sure the “”“world building”“” episode where onion irons his shirt can wait.