Tired Whumpees...

so some thoughts on “editing” ch 3 with regard to wanting stronger Vi story stuff: I want to keep the “turns out Vi was a huge dick to everyone” while also playing up the Hive actually being unsupportive

-talked about this vaguely before but I am now very set on “Violet” as a name being one she doesn’t like because it’s associated with the everything of the Hive. And everyone at the Hive calls her it, despite her (constant, loud) insistences not to, with if/when anyone actually calls her Vi being pretty heavily associated with them actually accepting her as is

-most of the bees I think had the reaction of “oh thank fuck she’s gone/good riddance” with her coming back resulting in annoyance/”what are you doing back here”/”oh you’re still alive.” Because as I said, Vi still was not exactly emotionally mature about everyone else either. They’re rude but within their rights, with probably some mixed opinions by the end

-honestly I think Malbee’s might have the least work because I think Vi directly saving her would end up in a “well I guess you being an explorer isn’t completely worthless” kind of opinion. so she can be chill with Vi based on that

-Queen Bianca I think might be the exception to the name thing where she initially calls her “Violet” but when Vi says something calls her Vi, but not because of immediately accepting her proper. I think her general thing would be that she’s like oh you want to be an explorer that’s cute but no honey that’s so dangerous. And when Vi comes back she’s like alright you had your fun for a bit but don’t you want to come home now? And she’s not passive aggressive or forceful or anything but that kind of “parent who cares and is trying to be kind but just never seems to get it” thing?

-Jaune. So I’m thinking do keep the “Vi being encouraged to make up with her and she tries to at first but it goes wrong” general thing. But the argument is a bit more explosive. I don’t have much specifics except Jaune heavily implies or outright says the idea that of course Vi’s on the only three-bug team she’s the dead weight they had to make up for (something along those lines). And just. Vi totally was rude about her sister’s art but Jaune was/is non-understanding and mean right back in the way siblings are. Probably also implies that she thinks Vi is super embarrassing to be associated with. Anyway after that argument Vi would be much less chill on reconciling (which is reflective of how overall it’s a very mixed bag even at the end of the chapter between Vi and the Hive).

-which turns into kind of two things post-ch 3. One is that Vi kind of gets a bit more of a Thing about proving herself, that she’s perfectly competent on her own (and in this process is being more mean to Kabbu and Leif because of everything going), which probably leads to her being dumb and reckless on a mission, possibly even trying to do something dangerous on her own so she can really show her teammates aren’t carrying her; eventually she learns that it’s ok to lean on them because if anyone else can’t value her as is without her proving stuff it’s not worth it, and she slowly learns to be more of a caring team member with these bugs she can actually be comfortable with (while still keeping some of her abrasiveness etc because that’s still an important part of her if they’d done the aa thing of just making her nice and sweet as character development I would die).

-And the second thing is that actually I like the thing Leif did about telling Vi to talk to her sister because “you never know what might happen what if you lose your chance.” But what if we made it a problem too. which by that I mean lean into Leif and Kabbu’s damage being about losing people so that they end up projecting onto her and end up really pushing her on this path of reconciling over anything else because “they’re your family you should appreciate them and try to play nice with them for the sake of having them around” and the two of them end up accidentally ignoring what might actually be best for Vi in all this because of their own hangups and that has to get resolved too. Somehow.

angst has run out (blatant lie; actually just me compensating for it)

Oque fiz hj

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Bad Timing

Small fic to make up for my absence. Words: 1.5k

“Lance, you’re sick,” Keith stated. “You shouldn’t be here.” Lance rolled his eyes, shrinking back into his cubicle.

“I’m fine, I’ve told you. It’s just a cold,” Lance insisted. “Besides, I need to work.” Keith sighed, standing up and lunging for Lance, slapping his hand to Lance’s forehead.

“You’ve got a fever, Lance,” he said, clearly fed up with Lance’s denial. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Keith, I’m not-” Lance broke off into a coughing fit, muffling it into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “Sick,” he finished, his voice rough from the most recent bout of coughing.

“Very convincing,” Keith smirked. He grabbed Lance’s arm, hauling him up from his seat. “Let’s go.” Lance’s legs wobbled underneath him and he had no choice but to lean against Keith. They walked past the rows of cubicles, Hunk giving them a small wave as they passed him. Lance tried to muster a small smile, but he was sure it looked more like a grimace than anything else. Shiro stood at the end of the row of cubicles, and he surveyed Lance with a look of sympathy on his face.

“I’m taking him home,” Keith explained to their supervisor. “He’s sick.” Shiro nodded.

“You’re a good man, Keith.” As he passed them he gave Lance a pat on the back. “Feel better soon,” he said.

“Come on,” Keith said, supporting the majority of Lance’s weight as they walked. “We can take the elevator.” Keith pressed the button and the sleek silver doors slid open, allowing Keith and Lance to step inside. Lance immediately slid down to the floor, putting his head in between his knees and groaning. Keith pressed the first floor button, smirking. “You’re not sick, huh?”

“Shut up, Kogane,” Lance snapped. “I feel awful.”

“You look awful,” Keith commented, and he was telling the truth. He wasn’t sure how he had missed it earlier in the day but Lance was sporting huge bags underneath his eyes and his face was as pale as a ghost. His hair, usually perfectly brushed was a mess and he was shivering.

There was a thump and the elevator screeched to a halt. Keith frowned, walking over to the doors and running his hand across them. “Are we here?” Lance asked, taking his head out of his knees.

“Well, we’re definitely stopped,” Keith said, pressing the open doors button. The doors slid open effortlessly and Keith was staring at a seemingly bottomless abyss, cables running all the way down to the bottom, a place Keith’s eyesight didn’t quite reach. Lance stood up, walking over to Keith and placing a hand on the panel of buttons for support.

“Are we stuck?” Lance asked. They heard a phone ringing and Keith pulled his out of his pocket to see Shiro’s face lighting up the screen. Keith slid the answer button, bringing it up to his ear.

“Keith, are you and Lance in the elevator?” Shiro asked. He sounded stressed.

“Yeah, we’re stuck,” Keith responded. He could see Lance worriedly glancing at him as he spoke to Shiro. “What’s going on?”

“It’s broken,” Shiro responded. “I’ve got Pidge and Hunk working on it, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take.” There was a pause. “How’s Lance?” Keith glanced over at the brunet. Lance seemed to have paled ever since the elevator had stopped and he was staring into the abyss. He was still steadying himself against the button panel but he was still swaying and considering how close he was to the edge, Keith was worried.

“He’s okay, I think, but I think getting us out of here as fast as possible would be best,” Keith said.

“Well, Pidge and Hunk are working their hardest. Hang in there, okay?”

“Okay,” Keith said. He heard Shiro hang up and he turned to face Lance again only to see him swaying dangerously close to the edge. Grabbing him by his shoulders he steered Lance away from the edge, pressing the close doors button. “Maybe stay away from there, okay?” Keith said. “I don’t want you falling in.”

“Are we stuck in here?” Lance asked, sliding down to the floor again. Keith sighed, sitting down next to him.

“Yeah, but Pidge and Hunk are working hard. We’ll be out in an hour, tops.”

——

The two of them had been in the elevator for an hour and a half and, according to Shiro’s latest update, Pidge and Hunk were no closer to fixing the elevator. “How much longer, Shiro?” Keith asked, glancing over at Lance’s sleeping form. He was breathing through his mouth, slumped against the elevator door. “I’m starting to get worried about Lance. I think he’s getting worse.”

“You’re going to have to be patient, Keith. This is out of my hands.” Keith sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew Shiro was right but he could almost see Lance’s strength draining away.

“I know,” he said. Lance started to stir and he hung up the phone, all of his attention turning to the sick person next to him. “How are you feeling?” He asked anxiously as Lance blinked open his eyes. He brushed his hand against Lance’ cheek, wincing as he felt the heat coming from Lance’s face. Lance shrugged, coughing into his arm.

“Are they any closer to getting us out of here?” Lance asked, his voice quiet. He must have seen the look on Keith’s face because he groaned.

“They’ll be done soon, I promise,” Keith said, lying through his teeth. In truth, even Shiro didn’t know when they would be finished. Keith was tempted to complain but as he looked into Lance’s pale face, cheeks flushed red from the fever all of his anger seemed to melt away, transforming into the need to protect Lance and make sure he was okay. “Go to sleep,” he advised. “The time will go by quicker.” Lance nodded sleepily, already sinking down, his head hitting the paisley carpeted floor as he brought his knees to his chest, pulling his body into a ball. His eyes fluttered closed but shivers continued to run up and down his body, even as he drifted off. Keith slipped out of his sweatshirt, draping it over Lance. Even though Lance was asleep, Keith thought he could see Lance smile.

——

“How’s Lance doing?” Shiro asked. They were on their fifth hour in the elevator and Lance was still asleep. Keith, so as not to wake Lance, gently rested a hand on his forehead.

“I think his fever’s gone up,” he responded. On the other end of the line, Shiro cursed.

“How bad is he?” Keith glanced at Lance, at his pale face and shivering body.

“I’m not sure, but he needs to be in a bed, not a broken elevator.”

“I think it’ll be a few more hours,” Shiro said. “While you’re in there, try to get some sleep.”

“Will do,” Keith said. Shiro hung up just as Lance groaned, opening his eyes.

“Keith, I’m cold,” he said, his voice nearly gone. Keith sighed, laying down on the floor. He wrapped his arms around Lance, bringing Lance to his chest.

“Is this better?” he asked. He could feel Lance nod, and once again Lance fell asleep. Keith shut his eyes and, with Lance pressed against his chest, slowly nodded off.

——

Keith awoke to a thump. Immediately he shot up and next to him Lance raised his head, blinking sleepily. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“I think they’ve fixed the elevator,” Keith responded, checking his phone. The screen flashed one twenty six a.m. back at him. “About time, too,” he muttered. Sure enough he could feel the elevator slowly going down, finally hitting something solid. With a dinging sound the elevator slid open, revealing a very relieved Shiro, Pidge and Hunk. Lance pushed himself up, staggering out of the elevator behind Keith.

“Are you two alright?” Shiro asked, his eyebrows knit. Keith glanced at Lance, who gave him a small nod, making Keith sigh in relief.

“Yeah, we’re both fine,” Keith said, making Shiro’s face split into a grin.

“Well, that’s the most important thing. I’m sorry the two of you had to go through that.” Lance offered a small shrug.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he said. “I’m just glad I can go home.”

“Well, take the day off, all four of you,” Shiro said. “See you in two days.” Shiro, Pidge and Hunk left for the parking lot, leaving Lance and Keith alone in the lobby.

“Thanks for everything, Keith,” Lance said. “It was really good of you to help me.” He gave a small wave and a smile and began to walk to the parking lot, but Keith stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, I said I’d take you home, remember?” Lance frowned, coughing into his sleeve.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “I’m okay to drive, and you’ve been here for hours. You must want to go home.” Keith shrugged.

“Yeah, but I want to make sure you get home safely. Let me take you home.” With a small pause Lance nodded, and the two of them pushed open the door, walking out into the chilly air of the parking lot.

Uncharacteristically Victor

Yooooo I haven’t written YOI in so long, and I haven’t written sick!victor before, so forgive me if this is terrible lol

Victor prides himself on his appearance. He always, always makes sure that he’s put together. His appearance is the one thing he has control over, unlike every other aspect of his life.

Yuuri knows this. So, when a very bleary-eyed Victor shows up to their coffee date late, looking…disheveled…Yuuri is worried.

Disheveled is an understatement, actually. Between his clothes, hair that’s sticking up in every direction, and his glasses (which he hates), he looks uncharacteristically Victor.  

He looks as if he’s been dragged through hell and back.  

“Vitya?”

Victor pours himself into the chair across from Yuuri and shoots him a weak smile, “I’m sorry I’m late, I overslept.”

Yuuri frowns, he sounds stuffy.  “Are you alright?”

The dark bags under his eyes are a stark contrast to his pallor - he’s downright exhausted, Yuuri can tell.  He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks and all Yuuri wants to do is wrap him up in a blanket and tell him to go to sleep.

Victor rubs at his left eye with the heel of his hand and yawns.  

“Do you want me to go get you something?”

Victor nods, “tea?”

“Tea? You never want tea.”

“Well I do now,” he snaps.

“Um…okay.”

“I’m sorry,” Victor groans, rubbing his temples, “my throat hurts.”

“It does? Do you think you’re getting sick? You’re really pale…and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you look so…”

“Incredibly handsome?” Victor asks, wriggling his eyebrows.

“I was going to say disheveled.”

“Oh.”

“Do you think you’re getting sick?”

Victor nods and rubs his throat gingerly, “I think I’m dying, Yuuri.”

“Is it just a sore throat?” 

Yuuri suspects it’s not.

Victor shot him a flat look, “I’m dying, didn’t you hear me? My head hurts, too.”

“I think I have some Advil-”

“Yuuri!” He cries suddenly, which launches him into a coughing fit. He smothers it against his fist.

“Yeah?”

“This is it, this is the end.  You should probably start writing my eulogy because I expect you to speak at my funeral.”

Yuuri cracks a smile. “I’m going to get you the tea now.”

“Yuuuuri,” he whines, “why aren’t you more worried about my inevitable demise?”

“The tea will help you feel better.”

“Fine,” Victor huffs. He slouches down in his seat and crosses his arms.

“I’m surprised you’re wearing your glasses.  I thought you hated them.”

“Loathe.  I loathe them, and what are you talking about? I’m not wearing my glasses.”

Yuuri blinks. “…yeah…yeah you are.”

“I’m…what?” Victor screeches, a horrified expression crossing his face.  “I’m wearing my glasses?!”

Yuuri squints, “you didn’t know?”

Victor shakes his head, and then groans when it makes his head swim. He ducks his head, hoping that it’ll help the sudden lightheadedness.

“I didn’t really look in the mirror this morning…do I look bad?” He asks in a small voice, staring up at Yuuri through his bangs.

“No! You look cute.”

“Cute, huh? I don’t want to be cute, Yuuri. Makka’s cute, I wahh…hhh…Hh’itssch! Hh’igxcht-Igxcht! *snff* I wandt to be sexy.” He rasps.

“You are…you’re very…um…s-sexy,” Yuuri flushes, “I’ll be right back.”

Five minutes later, Yuuri places the cup of tea in front of his fiancé. Victor removes the lid and puts his face over it, hoping that the steam will help the congestion. All it does is fog up his glasses, and Victor makes a sort of pitiful whining noise.

“I thought this was supposed to help. I'mb just blind ndow.”

Yuuri blinks. Is he serious? “You do know that you have to actually drink the tea for it to work, right?”

Victor, who’s already flushed, flushes even more. “Oh.”

“Are you alright?”

“Just tired,” he mumbles, taking a sip of the tea. He closes his eyes and sighs as the hot liquid soothes the rawness in his throat. He sniffles, “are you ready…hhh…Hh’itssch! *Snff* Ih’chssht! Hh’igxcht-Igxcht! *snffff*”

“Bless you.”

Victor sniffles, “thanks…are you ready to go practice? *Snff*”

“You’re sick, though.”

“Yuuri, I’ve skated through plenty of illnesses before. Besides, I’m coaching you, I’m not even skating.”

“Are you sure?”

Victor chirps something about needing to impart all of his wisdom on Yuuri before he kicks the bucket, and Yuuri can’t help but wonder how he managed to end up with such a dramatic human being.

*

“Again,” Victor rasps weakly, shivering as he watches Yuuri skate.

Yuuri’s getting worried now. Victor’s no longer whining about how he was feeling. Instead, he’s gone almost completely silent aside from all the sniffling and coughing fits he’s muffling into the thick scarf around his neck.

Yuuri had offered to swing by their house before practice so Victor could put his contacts in, but Victor declined.

His eyes are watering from all of the yawning, coughing and sneezing, and Victor knows putting in contacts is a lost cause.

Victor shoves his hands in his pockets, the rink seems colder today, and just looking at Yuuri practicing in a t-shirt is making him shiver. How can he stand it?

He knows it’s probably because of the fever that spiked on their ride to the rink. The bone-deep chills and the muscle aches are making sure he knows he has one.

A wall of heat suddenly hits him, and he’s panting as he strips all of his layers and dumps them on the floor.

“Victor?” Yuuri frowns, skating over to where Victor’s standing.

Victor sways on his feet, and then he’s muttering “s’too hot,” over and over again.

“Victor,” Yuuri repeats, getting off the ice. He puts a hand on Victor’s forehead, and then slides it down to cup his cheek. Victor is burning beneath his touch, and Yuuri guides him to a bench.

Then he’s shivering again. He trembles beneath Yuuri’s hands, and Yuuri goes back to grab his jackets and scarf.

“We’re going home, Vitya.”

Victor shakes his head after a few moments, sniffles miserably, and looks at Yuuri with fever bright eyes.

He goes into a coughing fit, and hunches over as the force nearly knocks him off the bench. Yuuri catches him and positions him so that Victor’s burning forehead is pressed to his shoulder.

Yuuri drapes the jackets over Victor’s shoulders and rubs his back soothingly.

“Let me just get my skates off, and we’ll go.”

“I'mb sorry,” Victor whimpers, choking on a sob.

“For what?”

“I dond’t kndow why you’re with mbe…imb just screwindg thindgs up.”

Victor, who’s always so confident is suddenly crumbling before Yuuri, and Yuuri is at a slight loss. Yuuri works quickly to get his skates off, because Victor is still sobbing next to him, and he wants to get him home as soon as humanly possible.

Yuuri shoves his skates in his bag, hoists it over his shoulder and then pulls Victor to his feet.

The sobbing dies down once they’re in the car. Victor is slumped against the window in exhaustion, and Yuuri is trying to focus on driving, but he can’t when Victor’s like this.

“Vitya? Can you talk to me? What’s going on?”

This is uncharacteristically Victor.

Victor shivers. He pulls his knees to his chest, wraps his arms around them and presses his cheek to the top of his knees.

*

Victor is lying in bed with a fever that’s reading 102.5.

Yuuri’s not exactly sure what to do - Victor doesn’t usually get sick, and when he does, it’s really only a mild head cold. This is uncharted territory for him - for both of them.

Yuuri puts a damp washcloth over Victor’s forehead.  Victor’s eyes snap to Yuuri’s face, and for the first time since Yuuri has known him, he looks vulnerable.  His eyes are flitting around the room, he’s looking everywhere but at Yuuri.  

“Victor? What do you need?”

“I dond’t wandt you to get sick,” Victor says weakly.

“You know I don’t care about that,” Yuuri says softly, “what do you need?”

He sniffles, eyelids sliding shut, “can you just lie down with me? Please?”

Yuuri climbs into bed next to Victor, who immediately curls up next to him.  Victor puts his head on Yuuri’s chest, wraps an arm around his middle, and immediately feels himself drifting to sleep.

Yuuri pulls the blanket over them, presses a kiss to the top of his head,

“Goodnight, Vitya.  I love you.”

What? A new comic?? In THIS economy??? Who'd thunk it!

How about "When was the last time you slept?" From the latest ask meme? I am craving that good exhaustion whump lol. For Miro? <3

Sorry it took me ages to complete this, but life has been pretty busy lately!Enjoy!

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When you said vi is diagnosed with baby I just pictured bee getting smaller and smalller,gaining a lisp,etc, and leif and kabbu are distraught meanwhile vi is just really annoyed

when the teenager you lowkey adopted fucking just turns into baby