An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter
Characters: Derek "Nursey" Nurse, William "Dex" Poindexter
Additional Tags: Ficlet, Prompt Fill, Snowed In, Getting Together
Series: Part 45 of Tumblr Fics and Prompt Fills, Part 1 of March Flash Fiction 2022
Summary:
Nursey stared at the flames dancing behind the grate and shivered. The fire was well made, warm and cozy, and not at all enough to distract him from the facts. From the storm that was silently dumping foot after foot of snow outside the door, trapping him in the cabin. From the fact the reason the fire was so well made, why there was a large pile of wood ready to keep it going, was because he was trapped in the cabin with Dex.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
[viktuuri // general // 1K - complete // 13 going on 30 au // fluff - romantic comedy]
On the night before his 17th birthday, Victor has a delirious dream that, 13 years in the future, Yuuri, his best friend and who he's in love with, is about to get married to his arch nemesis from school, Chihoko.
Or so Victor thinks. But it's enough to convince him to finally confess.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
[viktuuri // teen // 1K - complete // club au // fluff - humor]
Viktor wasn’t the type to bring men home just hours after meeting them — he’s never so much as considered it before this night. Yet here he was, hand-in-hand with a beautiful, raven-haired man with a smile that could destroy worlds, eyes that shone with deep longing, and a booty that would bring a grown man to his knees.
WARNINGS: I must warn you that English isn´t my first language
If you'd like to read more, here is my materlist and and my Ao3
I am walking with difficulty due to the arrow´s wound I have on my ribs. It´s pretty obvious that the mission had failed.
I am addressing the headquarters in order to get medical attention. I´m quite nervous about the idea of me encountering the Commander or any Squad Leader because I am afraid of being scolded.
I feel like shit; my middle body hurts like hell. I finally arrive to the nursing and a young nurse receives me with worried eyes. She takes me to a bed, where I let myself fall. I pass out in a matter of seconds.
***
“Of course, sir.” Someone says. “She just needs time to rest. She arrived with a pretty awful injury.
“Thank you.” A deep manly voice answers.
I open my eyes as I hear someone leaving the room. I need some seconds to adapt myself from the sudden amount of light. My jaw almost drops when I see him. Erwin Smith, the greatest Commander the Scouting Legion has ever had, is sitting a few inches away from my bed. He has an stern expression that transforms into a closer one when he sees I'm awake.
“I´m glad that your fine, (L/N).” He says.
“Thank you, sir.” I respond, confused by his presence. Silence floods the room. I need something to break the ice. “I'm sorry I've had failed my mission, sir. I should've been prepared for the surprise attack I suffered”.
“No need for apologies, it wasn't your fault. You managed to arrive here, which proves your capacity.” He answers me. My heart beats fast. Since the very first time I saw this man, I had an instant crush on him. He is handsome, impressively intelligent, educated and a man with determination. He has everything a woman can dream of. “I must apologize for sending you alone to such a dangerous task. I'm aware of your impressive skills, but it was a wrong decision.”
I am surprised at his answer. I know he cares a lot about his soldiers, but this concern is definitely puzzling. Also, the fact that I'm no close enough to him may affect the way I see him.
“Thanks for your concern, sir.” I say, meaning my words. I really love this side of him; the warm and caring Erwin Smith. The man behind the mask of the Commander.
He gives me a soft half-smile. My heart skips a beat at his unexpected act of proximity. Maybe, I'm imagining things.
“Your comrades were truly worried, (L/N).” He says in a low tone. More to himself than for me. “I was worried.” He pronounces those three last words in a barely audible tone of voice, but I manage to hear it.
I have the urgent need of kissing him, but I'm able of containing myself from doing it. The nervousness seizes me. What I'm supposed to say in this kind of situations? I'm imagining his kindness? Does his attitude mean something?
Suddenly, the nurse that took care of me before opens the door. She smiles uncomfortable to both of us.
“I don't mean to interrupt, but (Y/N) should rest.” I dedicate her an angry look. Indeed she interrupted something.
“Alright, I´ll leave.” The Commander says. I suddenly feel sad. I like his company. Well, more specifically, I like him.
The nurse abandons the room, giving us a few more minutes alone. I expect Erwin to leave the nursery like nothing happened but, instead, he gets closer to me, grabs both of my cheeks with his large hands, and kisses me on my forehead.
“See you later, (Y/N).” He says before leaving. I just lost my capacity of communicating.
A stupid smile draws across my face. I am certainly waiting his next visit.
every no turns into a maybe by perksofbeingaiko/@strongboyfriends
rating: teen and up
status: complete
length: 18k
summary: the one where aaron is a single parent and robert is very much on board with the idea.
Pairing: Daisuga
Rating: Slightly more than PG but only implicit
Wordcount: Really really short
In progress/Complete
Description: Hinata forgot his lunchbox. He’s entirely certain now he’ll never make that mistake again.
Misc: Implicit but working off the headcanon that Suga is a kinky bitch and Daichi’s just going along with it.
“Don’t hang around too long, the gym needs to be clean for an inspection tomorrow. Suga, will you help me carry these back to the club room--”
Hinata sighed, groaning to himself as he stretched and clicked his back. He wanted to hit another few tosses, but there was no way to sneak in any extra practise. And he’d already convinced Ukai to let them play another practise game, not even Kageyama seemed to have the energy to keep going. Though, in honesty, he was likely to say yes if Hinata challenged him.
But there were no excuses, and once all the equipment was put away it was only a small matter of changing before the group of them headed off in the direction of home. Of course, it was only halfway down the hill that Hinata realised he’d left his lunchbox in the club room.
“We’ll wait for you here!” Tanaka called after him, laughing at the way the first year scrambled back up the path in the direction they had come. Whether or not Hinata heard him was a different story, but at his speed it was unlikely they’d be waiting long.
It was several minutes away, but it seemed more like a lifetime when Hinata finally reached the stairs, abandoning his bicycle at the bottom of them and taking the steps two at a time to crash towards the club room. But as he reached the door, he paused. Ordinarily Hinata would’ve simply barged in without question, but even just a few steps outside the door he could hear an odd sort of shuffling. Curiosity getting the better of him, he snuck forward, carefully as he could pressing his ear to the door in an attempt to decipher the sounds.
“Suga, this isn’t appropriate--”
That was Daichi’s voice- what was he still doing there? And Suga too? Hinata narrowed his eyes in concentration, trying to picture the scenario on the other side.
“Oh, I know. You might want to hurry up, someone could catch us.”
That was definitely Suga, but it was breathy, like after they’d done diving drills. Practise had finished far over half an hour ago, Hinata couldn’t imagine why he could be breathing so harshly--
“Don’t tempt me.”
“Or what, you’ll punish me?”
Hinata jerked away from the door, not soon enough to miss the slapping sound and a moan that sounded too much like Suga for comfort. He had to clamp his hands over his mouth to keep from making a sound as he clattered to the ground, eyes wide. He had, of course, neglected to remember how sounds carried muffled through the thin wood and he didn’t miss another slapping sound before be could think to move.
He scrambled to his feet, no care for being quiet any longer and just getting away as he thundered down the walkway and leapt down the stairs. He’d have to come up with some excuse as to why he didn’t get his lunchbox, but it was far better to lie in comfort than admit to overhearing whatever it was Daichi and Suga were doing.
Based on this, all credit for the AU goes to zilleniose.
Continuity-wise, takes place after Glasses.
Earlier oneshots available here.
Description: Danny didn't know why his parents were so opposed to getting him an umbrella, but it was quickly becoming a pain to go without one.
Also available here.
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Danny had found out soon after the portal accident that while water didn't hurt him while he was in human form, it was still very uncomfortable.
Before, he'd been fine with water on his skin. He'd loved swimming and taking hot showers as much as any other teenager, never avoided going out in the rain. But now, the feeling when water touched his skin was tight, itchy - something he'd rather not feel.
For the most part, he just tried to avoid getting wet. He bailed out of swimming easily enough, and when his parents had him water the lawn he'd stand on the driveway to avoid stepping in wet grass. He'd figured out how to shower with as little time in the water as possible (which his parents were thrilled about), and ditto for washing his hands (about which his parents were considerably less excited).
The one problem was the rain.
Danny walked to and from school almost every day. It was a good chance to talk with Sam and Tucker without too many people around, and since the accident his legs had been a bit longer and he'd never had trouble making it there in time. But that meant that on most rainy days, Danny was forced out into the fray - and he could only grit his teeth and bear it two times before he broke down and asked his parents for an umbrella.
"Hey, guys?" he'd asked them one morning over breakfast, while they were messing with some new high-tech invention supposed to make it safe to stare at Endermen (he hadn't told them yet that regular eyeglasses worked just fine, because he had no way of explaining to them how he knew).
"Can I get an umbrella?" he asked.
"Danny, sweetie, why would you need an umbrella?" his mom asked, not looking up from the device.
"Yeah, if anything, you should be glad the rain keeps the Endermen away from you!" his dad cried, lifting a screwdriver above his head in a pose that was supposed to be dramatic.
Gee, actually, it's because I am an Enderman, or at least half of one. Remember the portal accident? Well . . .
"Just, last time it rained a bunch of my homework got wet and I got points off," he said.
Maddie glanced at her husband.
"We'll see what we can do, sweetie," she said.
And the next day, he found a new, water-proof backpack resting on his desk.
"I should've come up with a better excuse," he complained to his friends over lunch. They were eating outside at one of the picnic tables, far away from any prying eyes - or any eyes, really. It had become their usual spot for exactly that reason.
"Dude, why don't you just buy an umbrella yourself?" Tucker asked. "They have them at the mall, you know."
"He's right," Sam put in.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Now why didn't I think of that?"
And the trio went to the mall after school and Danny bought an umbrella.
The next time it rained was more than a week later, and Danny thought he'd be all set. He got ready for school, headed to the front door, and pulled out his umbrella, ready to open it when -
"Danny, what are you doing with that umbrella?"
"Mom?" Danny said, turning around to catch his mother coming towards him from the kitchen.
"I'm just walking to school," he said, hoping she'd drop it, but it didn't look likely. She scowled.
"You've walked to school every other day without an umbrella; you'll be just fine without one today," she said, grabbing the umbrella from his hands and walking away.
"What have you got against umbrellas?" Danny asked, genuinely curious and exasperated at the same time.
"Nothing. I've got nothing against umbrellas specifically. I've got everything, however, against my son heading to school in the rain with a dry spot around himself, becoming a target for vicious Endermen looking to avoid their well-earned pain and suffering by staying dry."
He was forced to walk to school in the rain, and he never saw the umbrella again.
"Dude, I think your parents might be crazy," Tucker said that day at lunch.
"You think?" Danny said, his voice so sarcastic and biting that Tucker checked to make sure his eyes weren't glowing.
"Why is she so against the idea of me staying dry in the rain? I mean, I got the whole Enderman thing, but just thinking logically, why would an Enderman 'target' the tiny dry patch under an umbrella instead of, like, the huge dry space inside a house or the school?"
"It's ridiculous," Sam said. "Even if Endermen did that, which we all know they don't, these are hypotheticals, it's your choice to carry an umbrella or not."
Danny relaxed (he'd started glaring at her during the 'if Endermen did that' part, because he'd already found out the hard way that teleporting in rain was involuntary and definitely not 'targeted') and agreed.
"This whole thing just sucks," he said, laying his head down on the table.
"Well, then, we need to figure out some way of dealing with it," Sam said, smiling.
The next time it rained, Sam stood waiting outside Danny's front door to walk with him to school, holding a spider-printed black umbrella. Danny dashed out the door and under the umbrella in an instant, only getting a couple drops of water in his hair.
"Let's get out of here before my mom sees and tries to incinerate the umbrella with the Fenton Bazooka or something," he said.
"Relax," Sam said. "It's not like she can decide whether other people's kids carry an umbrella or not. And if she tried, I'm sure my parents would be happy to sue."
"Yeah, I just don't want to risk walking to school in the rain again," Danny admitted.
"Don't worry, you won't have to," Sam said. "We've got your back."
And sure enough, every time it rained, either Sam or Tucker would wait outside Danny's house with an umbrella in hand, ready to keep him dry on the way to school.
He was lucky to have friends like that, he thought.
