Angst Has Run Out (blatant Lie; Actually Just Me Compensating For It)

bad cold stuffy talk

"I have a bad cold id by dose ad it's baki'g be s'deeze so buch. I'b so stuffed up ad I cad't stop s'diffli'dg ad I deed to blow by dose so badly. ah-ah-uh-CHOOOO! sdf. excuse be. could you please had be sobe tissues?"

"I've had a bad cold for two weeks dow a'd I thi'dk—hhdjisschewww!—I thi'dk I'b catchi'g adother ode."

"AH-CHOO! I'b so sorry, I did't bead to s'deeze od you. I have a bad cold a'd I—ACHOO!—I haved't beed able to stop s'deezi'g all week. AHAHCHOO! Sorry... I hope I did't give you by cold."

"I had to walk hobe last dight a'd it was raidi'dg a'd I did't have ad ub'brella. I got so cold a'd wet a'd by dose was ruddi'dg so buch. By the tibe I got hobe I was shiveri'g a'd by dose was bright pi'dk a'd I was s'deezi'g like crazy. I could'dt stop s'deezi'g all dight a'd dow I have a really stuffy dose a'd it wod't go away. I thi'dk I caught a bad cold frob bei'g id the rai'd."

"I'b—ADJCHOO!—I'b cobi'g—AHD'JHISH-CHOO!—I thi'dk I'b cobi'g dowd withAHGK-CHOO! with a bad AHHTCHOO! AHGKT-CHOO! with a bad cold. AACHOO! AHHPTCHOO! AH-AAH-AAAHH–AAHPTSSSCHOO!"

My results.

Hug Fables amirite?

"you never drink tea" for the sickfic prompts? :D

Takes place sometime after ep 12 in Russia

1200~ words

～～～

From across the rink, Yuuri scrutinizes the item held in Victor’s hands. The logo of Victor’s favourite cafe is displayed on the front of it, the familiar design revealing it is one of the special filtered tea mugs Victor loves to gush about. While the sight of him clutching a travel mug at morning practice is not an unusual one, seeing it now has Yuuri slowing to a stop on the ice as he gets a better look at his coach.

It’s not that Victor doesn’t like tea. It’s far from an odd occurrence for Victor to bring a thermos with him to stay energized through practice and warm against the chill of the cold winter weather.

Only now there is no chill, as it’s the middle of spring.

“Tired already, Yuuri?” Victor calls, his wide smile conveying the quip about Yuuri’s stamina that he doesn’t voice.

Yuuri narrows his eyes at Victor, paying his comment no mind. “You never drink tea,” he says accusingly.

For a moment, Victor looks like he’s taken off guardーalmost as if he were caught in the actーbut he quickly composes himself. “I do sometimes,” Victor replies simply, taking a sip rather nonchalantly.

“Yeah,” Yuuri says. “When it’s freezing outsideーwhich it’s not right now. Or when you need the caffeine, or when your throat is really bothering you because you’re sick.”

That causes Victor to flinch, and Yuuri knows he’s right.

“It’s nothing,” Victor dismisses with a wave of his hand and a smile practiced to perfection. “I’m just a bit tired. I didn’t sleep too well last night is all.”

Yuuri is well aware of the fact. Victor had been doing nothing but tossing and turning. Yuuri is surprised to hear he got any kind of rest at all.

It’s obvious to Yuuri that Victor is sick. Or at the very least coming down with something. While it’s likely not obvious to anyone else, the signs are all there. It’s not even just the mug of tea, it’s the fact that Victor tried to hide it from Yuuri. He had prepared it and packed it in secrecy, much like he had hid his illness the first time he had been sick in their relationship. Yuuri would have thought that by now that Victor wouldn’t try to do these things on his own.

Yuuri is tempted to advise they cut their practice short, that they go home and Victor rests, but he knows the idea will be shot down the moment he suggests it. Plus, as much as Yuuri hates to admit it, Victor’s condition isn’t bad enough to warrant sentencing him to bedrest. At least not yet.

So instead he settles for letting Victor have his way for a while, and pretends he doesn’t notice when Victor turns away to cough into the crook of his elbow.

Yuuri runs through his routine again and again, until the movements become more natural than breathing. Victor gives his compliments and critiques, each one sounding more tired and strained than the last. Yuuri still doesn’t voice his concern, knowing even now it will fall on deaf ears.

He loses himself in his skating, until the ice feels like it’s moving beneath his feet, as if it were the one dancing for him, rather than the other way around. The sharp slice of his blades echoes in his ears, the crisp and cool rink air fills his lungs with each heavy breath. He pushes himself harder, thoroughly enjoying every minute of it, until thoughts about Victor’s steadily deteriorating condition are all but forgotten.

He comes to a finish in the centre of the ice, breathing hard, feeling confident about a performance well done. He had landed every single jump, even the quad flip, though the landing was a bit shaky which he doubts Victor will let slide. His spins were tight, his step sequence was remarkable as always. Though Victor insists there is always room for improvement, and Yuuri is ready to hear where he should start.

But surprisingly there is no such input from Victor. Only silence. Puzzled, Yuuri turns and looks for his coach and finds him plucking a number of tissues from the plush poodle and blowing his nose into them.

A pang of annoyance surges through Yuuri. Victor just missed a near-perfect run through of his routine. (Even perfect run throughs are near-perfect to Victor.) But then, as Victor emerges from behind the cover of the kleenex, Yuuri feels all of his annoyance melt away into pity.

Even from a distance, Victor’s nose is noticeably red. His eyes (which have yet to notice Yuuri staring) lack the usual sparkle, and there are dark smudges underneath them. Victor sniffles, stuffing the used tissue into the pocket of his jacket, then wraps it more tightly around himself as he visibly shivers. His overall form broadcasts his exhaustion, the tired sigh he releases further proving that point.

“Victor?” Yuuri calls, causing Victor to snap his head up.

His cheeks are flushed, which could easily be from embarrassment at the realization he had missed Yuuri’s routine. Though judging by everything else Yuuri has witnessed, he’s willing to bet Victor is running a fever.

Victor’s posture changes in an instant. He straightens up and takes his hands out of his pockets, forcing a smile that Yuuri sees right through.

“Ah, sorry Yuuri. I got a bit distracted for a minute there,” Victor says with a lighthearted laugh, as if that will distract Yuuri from how hoarse his voice sounds. “I’m sure your routine was lovely! Though I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you do it again. I’m confident you have the stamina.”

Yuuri has had enough. He makes his way over to the boards where Victor is. “Maybe I do, but you don’t.”

Victor blinks, still acting innocent. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re obviously sick,” Yuuri points out.

“It's… just a little cold,” Victor relinquishes, his voice quiet and sheepish. “I can still coach you. I’m fine,” Victor insists, or at least he tries to; his breath catches and he sharply turns away to sneeze before he can finish his sentence.

As Victor groans and reaches for a tissue to blow his nose yet again, Yuuri picks up the mug of tea and hands it to him. Victor accepts without a word, takes a sip, then heaves a sigh as he sets the drink down.

Yuuri takes Victor’s hand in his and runs his finger over where the ring is. It’s covered by his glove, and that is another dead giveaway to Yuuri that Victor is well and truly sick: he never passes up an opportunity to flash their engagement rings. He must really be chilled.

“Come on. Let’s get you home,” Yuuri says.

He expects Victor to argue, to insist he’s okay to keep coaching, despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. But Victor must either be feeling that bad, or perhaps he can’t find it in himself to resist Yuuri’s sweet charms, because he just smiles, adoration written all over his features, and lets Yuuri lead him by the hand to the benches.

～～～

Prompts can be found here!

Caretaker dialogue, feel free to add to the list

"I think you have a fever, you feel warm"

"Bless you, you sound congested"

"Sounds like you're losing your voice"

"That cough sounds horrible"

"Can I help you?"

"You need medicine"

"Feeling any better?"

"Do you need anything?"

"Here, this will make you feel better"

"Are you cold?"

"What's bothering you? What hurts?"

"Maybe I should take you to the doctor..."

"Let me take a look"

"You need rest"

"Let's get you to bed"

"I don't like the sound of that"

"Save your voice"

"Blow your nose, you'll feel better"

"I know you're not feeling well, I'm sorry, I wish there was more I could do for you"

"103? ...no wonder you feel so bad, come on we need to do something about this"

"It's okay, you can't help it"

"Have you been sneezing this much all day?"

"You must be exhausted"

"You sleep okay? No? Looks like you could use a nap"

"Good job"

"When did you start feeling sick?"

The team having a long night’s rest by the campfire. Looks comfy

I want to play

Character A and Character B are on an adventure together. Character A has a streaming cold. Character B gets injured. Despite being terribly sneezy and ill, Character A is totally concerned about Character B and protects them and takes care of them all the while worrying about giving Character B their cold. They finally get to safety, Character B gets bandaged up by Character A, and B finally gets to take care of poor A, who is quite a cold-ridden mess by this point.

new fic In Which Team Snakemouths New Home Is Not Quite As Ideally Set Up As Canon

It took a lot of work to get there, but finally they’d gathered enough berries to pay for a house.

“Mhm. It's good to not be homeless anymore.” Leif remarked. “We’ll be sleeping on the floor, but at least we’ll have a floor to sleep on.”

Beette narrowed her eyes at her, “...Oh!” She huffed, going back to her resting (lightly smug) expression. “Did I not mention? You can have the furniture too.” She waved a hand dismissively as she spoke. “It’s just not worth the berries to have it shipped all this way, especially when none of it was anything special.”

“Gee, thanks,” Vi muttered.

“You could have been a little more gracious,” Kabbu told her as they made their way toward the Hive’s exit. “Anyway, I would have thought you’d be excited to get something for free.”

She crossed her arms. “Technically, we bought it with the house.” A sigh. “Of course it’s good! But that doesn’t mean I have to like how she said it like she was being all charitable. Ugh.”

“So, your usual problems with other Bees,” Leif said.

The sun had already set as they got off the elevator, the town dark and the desert chill settling in.

“Hey!” Vi called, “Where do you think you’re going?”

Leif pointed just ahead of where she and Kabbu were walking. “The inn. To sleep.”

“We just bought a house , with beds, and you want to waste money on an inn?”

With an overdramatic groan, L eif l eaned against the wall.

“... She does have a point,” Kabbu said, although he snuck another glance toward the entrance and the light emanating from it.

“But it’s so far .”

“We don’t have any berries left to pay for it anyway,” Vi said.

Leif flopped to the ground. “You planned this, didn’t you.”

“No?! How would I know how much of a reward we’d get for that last request?”

She grumbled, but got up and followed the other two.

The mine tunnels cut down travel by a lot, but it was still long enough that even Vi was slumping by the time they exited the Palace. She leaned her head against the doorframe of the house – their house – as Kabbu figured out which way the key went in the lock. When he got it, they all practically fell inside.

The house wasn’t particularly wide, but it went pretty far back, and the height of the ceiling bordered on r idiculous . The open front took up most of the floorspace : living room, a small dining area, kitchen, and a ladder up to a hatch in the ceiling in a single space. More importantly to them in the moment was the back rooms. One, a little small, appeared to have been used for storage. The other, the bedroom...had a single, oversize bed.

For a long, silent moment, they all stood in the doorway staring in at the room. The Leif and Vi yelled “Dibs!” at the same time and ran for the bed.

Vi shoved at Leif, but it didn’t knock her far, so by the time Vi flopped onto the bed, she was right behind her.

Leif managed a tenuous grip around her, but Vi wasn’t holding back her flailing. So she collapsed forward on top of her.

Which did quell her for a moment, with a sharp yelp. But then she was back, and managed, with a pointed jab, to shove Leif off of her.

Except she ended up on the far side of the bed instead of off it.

“H-Hey now, there’s no need for that!”

They halted mid-tense for lunging at each other to look at Kabbu.

He was still in his original spot in the doorway, waving his arms. At the pause in their tussle, he relaxed a fraction. “There’s plenty of room. Can’t you just share, at least for tonight?”

They both looked down at the mattress. He wasn’t wrong .

With a huff, Vi fell back onto what she guessed was her side now, limbs splayed out. “Guess Bee extravagance comes in handy every now and then,” she muttered.

Leif had started to melt into the covers, but suddenly perked up. “Wait, where are you going?” she shouted at Kabbu.

He stepped backward back into view. “Getting ready to sleep?”

“You’re not going to fit on that couch.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me! I’ll figure something out!” And then he was gone again.

They both settled in under the covers, but despite their earlier exhaustion neither fell asleep.

“If it was anyone but Kabbu I'd think he was guilting us on purpose,” Vi said, curled on her side facing the wall.

Leif also didn’t move, laying on her stomach. Her “mm” was heavily muffled by the pillow.

Another long silence.

Vi shifted around three times, increasingly more agitated, until finally she kicked her blankets off.

“...You know, we’re pretty sure you could fit on the couch.”

For several seconds, she glared up at the ceiling. Then, still without looking, she smacked at her.

“Ow,” Leif said, in possibly the most sarcastic tone she’d ever used.

Vi ignored her, getting up and trudging toward the door. “Kabbu!”

From the other room, scuffling. “Vi?” His voice was slightly higher than normal. What seemed like the exact next second, he dashed around the corner, skidding to a halt in front of her. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She batted his hands off her shoulders. “Just...get in here.”

He followed, but stopped in the doorway, clearly still having expected something to be wrong.

Leif patted the empty side of the bed. “Get in.”

“But-” He looked at Vi.

She sighed heavily. “We wanted to at least c heck to see whether we’d actually all fit.” She had no intention of squeezing in with her teammates, but knew it would be the fastest and easiest way to get Kabbu to agree to lying in the bed .

It turned out they did fit without having to be on top of each other, although they couldn’t avoid brushing against each other (much to Vi’s annoyance, since she’d somehow ended up in the middle).

Kabbu sighed contentedly as he settled in. “Thank you for checking, Vi; I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”

He shifted for a moment like he was going to comment on that, then stilled. “Goodnight, Leif. Goodnight, Vi.”

“Good night,” they both murmured.

Now all Vi had to do was wait until Kabbu fell asleep and climb out to sleep in the other room, unbothered. Which shouldn’t take too long. The bed was obnoxiously comfortable, she noted, now that she was less distracted, and it was cozy-warm (even for her, since she’d shoved a blanket between herself and Leif). Even if they weren’t already tired, it was a perfect setting to just doze...off…

Next thing Vi knew, she was blinking awake in morning sunlight. Because of course in typical Bee fashion, the curtains were slightly more decorative than functional. (In her own room back at the Hive she’d managed to get them thick enough it could look like night at any hour. Just how she liked.)

As she got over the brightness, the immediate next problem she noticed, as she tried to move, was that she was now squished between Leif and Kabbu. Even more annoyingly, Leif had grabbed one of Kabbu’s arms, hugging it to her front (faced away from the other two), which effectively trapped Vi there.

“Ugh.” As much as she could manage, she started poking at Leif to get her to move.

She stirred, mumbling incoherently, but then just snuggled in tighter, if anything.

So she renewed her efforts, until finally Kabbu pulled his arm back and rolled over –

Vi grinned, stretching. Now, she could-

– and onto the floor, a loud crash as the movement knocked over the small bedside table.

Swearing under her breath, Vi crawled to the edge of the bed. “Kabbu? Are you okay?”

It looked like the table had fallen away from him, which was good. He wasn’t facing her, but he was moving a little and groaning, which was...at least better than being unconscious or screaming. She was pretty sure on that one.

The mattress sank down just behind her. “What did you do this time,” Leif said groggily, as she draped herself over Vi.

“It was an accident!” she yelled, at the same time as Kabbu sat up, mumbling “I’m alright.”

With a laugh, she slid down to check on Kabbu. “Guess that means we need a bigger bed.”

Vi sat completely still for a moment, eyes narrowed as she tried to process the remark. “...Why?”

“So we can fit better.”

She scowled. “I am not sharing a bed all the time.”

Apparently satisfied that Kabbu actually hadn’t gotten hurt, Leif turned to face her, draping her head and arms across the bed. “Then we’ll keep this one and you can get your own.”

“...Um,” Kabbu said in the background.

“Why do you get the nice expensive bed?!”

“Because you don’t want to share.”

“Oh, so I have to pay-”

“Alright, hold on.” Kabbu stood in between the two of them, blocking sight lines. Using the same firm tone, he said, “We will figure out something that works for all of us. Okay?” And then he stood there expectantly.

“Okay,” they both agreed, in different flavors of mild exasperation.

“Good.” Then, he deflated, sitting at the edge of the bed with a huff. “But can we please at least eat breakfast first? We have a kitchen to make it now and everything.”

“Do we have anything to cook?” Leif asked, sticking her face back in the blankets. “We doubt there’s anything here already.”

“We can go shopping,” he said, undeterred. “Maybe even get a little extra of things that’ll keep.”

Vi kicked her legs out. “Ok, but we have to check the kitchen first, ‘cause my berries are on there being just enough cooking stuff to make it look nice. She seems like one of those you ‘shouldn’t have to cook at a vacation home’ types.”

There was a stretch of silence.

“Fry’s,” they chorused, and went to head out.

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8 ways to get past writer’s block / @kiramartinauthor

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