Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Scream, Sidney Prescott, jumping at every little sound

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MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, "Sounds stupid, I'm in!"

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Any, any, tinnitus

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Any, any, struggling to find something good on the radio

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Disney, Dolores Madrigal, sensory overload

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Leverage (or Redemption), Alec Hardison/Parker, Hardison has a flashback to being buried alive and needs the sound of Parker’s voice to calm him down. (OT3 interpretation welcome)

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Sherlock Holmes (any version), Sherlock Holmes+/John or Joan Watson, Watson’s realization that what s/he used to think of as a dreadful racket is now so normal and soothing that it’s discomfitting when the flat is quiet.

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The Queen’s Thief novels, Eugenides, Silence has become such a rare occurrence that he treasures every moment he can get.

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MCU/Hawkeye, Clint Barton, taking out his hearing aids.

Edited Date: 2022-01-28 03:44 am (UTC)

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MASH, Radar O'Reilly, (post-series) he still finds himself listening for the sound of helicopters

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Hogan's Heroes, Kinch (+ any), meeting the other radio operators after the war

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Any, any, using walkie-talkies (over)

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Any, any, hearing one voice in a crowd

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creepy_shetan

(Meant to finish this up weeks ago. 6^^;;; Set between s2 and s3.)

"...Right here. What do you think?"

"I don't know," Steve replied, sighing. He smiled as he hummed in response to Billy's next suggestion. "Yeah, not there."

"You want to watch me get mine? I'm going on my birthday if I can swing it. Probably a day or two after, though."

"Want me to hold your hand?"

"When? Now, or--Wait." Billy pulled back. He covered Steve's roaming mouth and stared him down, tense where Steve was still languid. That changed soon enough, however. Billy watched Steve's eyes widen, mirroring his own.

"Get down!"

"Blanket! Quick!"

"Crap, crap, crap..."

"Quit moving."

Outside Steve's car, a line of students from one door of the main building joined a line exiting from another door. Together, they walked across the school parking lot to a large open space as more than a few scattered teachers guided the way. They herded the teenagers into more lines and urged stragglers to keep up and pay attention.

Billy and Steve couldn't risk taking a peek out from under the blanket or moving more than a slow inch at a time. They were huddled together lower than the windows, but not by much. If anyone looked into the backseat, faculty or not, they would most likely figure out that the lumpy shapes beneath the dark plaid fleece were people. It wasn't a particularly thick blanket.

"You hear anything about a fire drill today?" Billy asked softly.

"No. Did you?"

"No."

In retrospect, the stars had aligned a little too well that day. Steve had study hall the period before lunch, with a teacher who had been so busy frowning at trig papers that she signed his hall pass with barely a glance at him. At the same time, Billy had history and government; the sub had been reading a book while the class watched a video when he left, quietly claiming that he needed to meet with the guidance counselor. They didn't skip the full period -- only most of it. Neither got caught sneaking out to the student parking area and over to Steve's usual spot, which wasn't fully visible from most windows. It was the one time they'd managed it so far without a single hitch.

"What are you doing?"

"Hair in my mouth."

"Yours or mine--Ow." Steve winced.

"Yours."

Steve tried to check the time on Billy's wristwatch. Billy massaged Steve's leg and helped him carefully stretch it out to the floorboards when it started to cramp up. The backseat of the Beemer really was in no way big enough for the two of them, and holding still for so long was proving to be impossible.

Finally, they heard the louder sounds of conversation, goofing around, and stern scolding that they had been waiting to hear. The crowd started passing through the parking lot again. Someone hit the trunk of the car, and it was a damn near thing that Billy was able to muffle Steve's reflexive "Hey!" before it really took off.

Just when they thought they were almost in the clear, the noisiest of the students already entering the main building again, Steve and Billy tensed at a particular voice calling out from a few cars away.

"Have you seen Hargrove or Harrington? We've checked off almost everyone else."

Their homeroom teacher.

Then, a much closer voice made Steve and Billy jump.

"No, but their cars are here. Can't have gone too far."

Coach.

They heard their homeroom teacher sigh, exasperated. Her next words were right outside the window above Billy's and Steve's heads and were clear as crystal among the assorted chatter around them.

"I swear... Well, we know which kids have no sense of self-preservation. Or they're thinking the same thing about us, coming out here."

Steve and Billy could still hear part of the conversation before the pair walked away and it faded into the background.

"Yeah, knowing them, they probably found ways to stay out of the cold. I wish I had."

"We told them no one wants to do a fire drill in January."

"It worked, though. Usually more than three wander off when the weather's nice."

Billy and Steve shifted to face each other, the dim light filtering through the fleece blanket outlining their features in the darkness.

"Three?" they whispered in unison. After a beat, they reached the same conclusion. "Munson."

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

any, any, the soft, soothing, heavenly hum of rain

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any, any, not liking a silent house

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any, any hating the sound of their own voice

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Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + any, he hopes that sound is someone coming to rescue him and not his latest kidnapper

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Star Trek Original Series, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott + any, he can tell so much just from the sound of the ship's engines

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Dragon Age, any Dwarf +/ any mage or Templar, the hum of lyrium

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Dragon Age, Cassandra/authors choice, reading poetry out loud together

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Star Trek TOS, Spock + Nyota Uhura, she asks Spock to check her accent is acceptable when she relearns Vulcan

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