#neeks inbox

[drowsystarlight]

*Steals your Sam's glasses for my Sam.*

what have you done he cant see noooooooo

[blueberry-ink-93]

so sorry (only a little bit sorry) to be back so soon with more chappell “bone” brainrot but. here i am. im just picturing a moment after she was born (i have no idea how that happened. maybe they did a favour for hera or artemis or some other god who’s associated with childbirth and were gifted with a baby who was a mix of their genetic material as a reward) where will saw her bright red floofy hair (let’s say she was a baby with a full or mostly-full head of hair) and was like “omg we should name her chappell” and nico, having been raised catholic, was like “where people get married????”

DONT BE SORRY 🔫 ILYSM THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS EVER CREATED IM SORRY I PASSED OUT BEFORE SEEING SKSBDJSNNDSKKS

dying dead decreased oh nico. imagine shes like born on their anniversary and nico puts 2 and 2 together and is like will i get it its sweet but also ur *not* naming our baby church.

and then will talks her through lol and they settle for middle name :3 god im going to cry theyre so cute.

naomi 284728% approves lol (her own baby name suggestion was dolly lmao. we love iconic southern singin badass ladies in this household)

[loserskate]

hi i’m sebastian can we make out

Sorry, this is late. Yeah 👍

[starsjulia]

not built for this // part two

a/n : thank you for all the love on the last one, you can read part one here, enjoy my lovelies! i’m also thinking about making a final and third part so if that’s something you’d like to see please do let me know, my inbox is always open!!

warnings : bullying, cyber bullying.

“Bet she only got that score ‘cause she’s autistic.”

“Yeah, isn’t she meant to be, like, thick?”

“Nah, she’s prolly just revises cus she can’t do nothing else”

Your stomach twists. You stare down at your English test, the red-inked “9” in the corner blurring in your vision. You should be happy. You were happy. Or at least you had been for the five minutes before the results were handed out to the rest of the class.

Someone snickers. “Neek.”

Your grip on your pen tightens.

“She probably sits there memorizing dictionaries or some shit—”

”—Or maybe her mum paid for her grade.”

A crumpled piece of paper hits the back of your head. You exhale sharply through your nose, forcing yourself to stay still. If you turn around, if you look at them, you know you’ll either scream or burst into tears.

You’re not going to cry in front of them.

Not again.

⸻

At break, you don’t even bother trying to sit with anyone. You go straight to the toilets, locking yourself in a cubicle, sliding down until you’re sitting on the floor.

Your phone buzzes.

Mum.

You exhale shakily before pressing call.

“Hey, love. Everything okay?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out at first. The walls feel like they’re closing in.

“Can you pick me up?” Your voice cracks.

Leah sighs on the other end. “What happened now?”

“Mum, please.” You clench your jaw, willing yourself not to cry.

Leah hesitates. “My love i’m at training, what do you want me to do?”

Silence.

A sharp knock on the cubicle door makes you jump.

“Oi, you in there?” A voice outside sneers. “Hiding again, are we?”

Your throat tightens.

“I have to go.” You end the call before Leah can respond.

⸻

Third period is even worse.

You try your hardest to focus, really, you do. You keep your head down, do the work, but it doesn’t matter.

Halfway through the lesson, you use your timeout card to leave. You just need a second to breathe. But when you come back, something feels off.

Your bag.

You reach inside and…

Your pencil case is gone. So is a revision guide.

Instead, there’s an empty crisp packet and some scrunched-up tissue.

Your hands tremble.

“Everything okay?” the teacher asks.

No.

No, everything is not okay.

But you don’t say anything. You just clench your fists, sit down, and stare blankly at the board.

The girls behind you giggle.

⸻

By the time you get home, you feel like you’re going to burst.

You throw your bag down, heading straight for the kitchen where Leah is sorting Jamie’s school things.

“Mum, I got a nine on my English test.”

Leah turns, her expression softening. “Did you?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Leah’s smile is genuine. “That’s amazing, hun. I knew you could do it.” She pulls you into a hug. You hold on tightly.

For a moment, everything feels okay.

Then your phone buzzes. Again.

Leah frowns. “That thing’s been going off all day.”

“It’s nothing.” You shove it in your pocket.

Jamie, sitting at the kitchen table, raises a brow. “Who even texts you that much?”

“Shut up, Jamie.”

Leah folds her arms. “It’s not like—” She hesitates. “I just mean, that’s a lot of notifications.”

“It’s fine.”

Leah studies you for a second but doesn’t push.

Later, when you’re in the shower, she walks past the kitchen counter where your phone sits, screen lighting up over and over again. Her stomach tightens.

She glances up the stairs, making sure you’re still in the bathroom.

Then she picks it up.

And unlocks it.

The first thing she sees is a group chat.

She clicks on it.

Her stomach drops.

⸻

Screenshots. Photos. Messages.

Leah scrolls, her hands shaking.

“How is ur mum so hot but ur so ugly??”

“bet u can’t even make eye contact reading this lmao”

“Why doesn’t ur mum just send u to a sped school?? No one wants u here”

“Nice lanyard you weirdo”

Her breath catches in her throat.

She keeps scrolling.

Texts from unknown numbers.

More abuse. More hate.

Her pulse pounds in her ears.

She doesn’t even realize she’s crying until a tear drips onto the screen.

Then the bathroom door opens.

You walk out, hair damp, and freeze when you see her standing there, phone clutched in her hand, face pale with fury.

“(Y/N)…what the fuck is this?”

Your blood runs cold. “Mum—”

“How long has this been going on?”

Silence.

“how long?”

You swallow hard. “A while.”

“And you didn’t TELL me?”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“It really does matter!”

You look away. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

Leah stares at you, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m calling the school.”

⸻

The meeting is tense.

Leah sits across from the headteacher and your head of year, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turn white.

She slams the phone onto the table. “Explain this.”

The headteacher shifts uncomfortably. “Miss Williamson—”

“She told you she was being bullied. I told you. you know dam well that my daughter comes into this office almost everyday because your classrooms are unbearable for her. And you did NOTHING.”

“We were handling—”

“Handling it?!” Leah’s voice cracks. “Are you fucking joking?”

You shrink in your seat, your face burning.

The headteacher clears his throat. “Miss Williamson, we understand you’re upset, but—”

“You don’t understand SHIT.” Leah’s hands tremble. “She’s not coming back here. Ever.”

Your breath hitches. “Mum….”

“No.” Leah turns to you, eyes softening. “I should’ve done this a long time ago, love.”

You look down, blinking rapidly. “I can handle it.”

Leah exhales sharply. “You shouldn’t have to handle it.”

You bite your lip. “I know I’m not easy….”

“Don’t you ever say that.” Leah’s voice breaks. “I love you more than anything. Do you hear me?”

You sniffle. “Yeah.”

Leah pulls you into a hug.

“You’re coming home. And we’re going to figure this out, alright?”

⸻

Later that night, Beth comes over.

She doesn’t say anything at first, just pulls you into the warmest hug you’ve ever felt.

“You know you’re perfect, right?” she murmurs.

You let out a weak laugh. “Doubt it.”

Beth nudges you. “They’re just jealous.”

You roll your eyes. “Doubt that too.”

Beth squeezes your hand. “Well, I don’t.”

For the first time in forever, you believe her.

And for the first time in forever—

You feel safe.

⸻

[ladylooch]

Can you write a blurb about Nico comforting Lexi after she went a bit too hard and is hung over 🙋🏻‍♀️

This is completely anonymous btw

Anon you sound REALLY similar to a mutual who was in my inbox earlier..... Crazy coincidence!

Rule number one of day drinking - DO NOT FALL ASLEEP!!! 

Come for the fics, stay for the advice.

I am dead. 

I have literally died. 

God if I'm not dead, please end it all now before I wake up.

Those are the thoughts that Lexi Hischier chants the morning after the 2024-25 home opener. A nauseating thud pulses in each of her temples. Her stomach gurgles uncomfortable, sending out distress signals that are as confusing as the time of day to Lexi. Inside her mouth is a cotton factory and her eyes are crusted over with glitter and mascara from not taking her make up off the previous evening.

She should have listened to Emma. Tequila was a bad idea.

But it was home opener! And it had been a long off-season, even if it was filled with so much joy marrying the man of her dreams. 

The man of her dreams who didn’t have the decency to keep the blinds…. 

Lexi’s eyes pop open, realizing the curtains are still pulled shut. There is in fact no light bursting in through the apartment window, and instead her brain is playing tricks on her as if she isn't already going through it. Against her pillow, her head pulses more at her eyes being open, taking in more activity that frazzles her dehydrated brain. 

“Ow.” Lexi murmurs.

“You okay, sweets?” She hears Nico whisper.

Lexi rolls over, seeing Nico standing in the bathroom doorway with his toothbrush. Lexi stares at him, eyes squinted- one shut completely- while breathing heavily from her mouth. Nico purses his lips, accenting those beautiful dimples she couldn’t stop kissing last night on the way home until Nico insisted she had to buckle her seatbelt again.

At least, she thinks that's what happened.

“Woof.” Nico states.

“Mmmm.” Lexi mutters, unable to say anything else. She pauses, putting a hand over her mouth. Thankfully the moment of nausea passes. 

In the bathroom, Nico finishes brushing his teeth, then carefully comes over to her on the bed. He stays on his knees, then brushes her greasy, tangled hair out of her face. The backs of his fingers run over her cheek, assessing her with his worried brown eyes.

“Gonna go out and grab some stuff for you. We don't have much on hand to help right now." Neither her or Nico are big drinkers, so it isn't surprising they are low on supplies.

Lexi nods, not even opening her eyes to acknowledge him more. She can't when she is white knuckling her entire existence. Nico leaves with a light pat to her thigh after pulling the blankets up higher to tuck her in.

While Nico is gone, Lexi stays crumbled in bed. She begs her body to go back to sleep so she can have a second wake up that will allow her body to process out more of the alcohol. She gets a few minutes here or there, but nothing substantial enough to cure her. 

Nico comes back some time later with a pharmacy bag, a to-go cup of coffee and a brown paper bag.

“Okay, we have Pedialyte, a cup of coffee, and a big ass breakfast burrito with hot sauce. Also, I filled up your water bottle for you and grabbed some headache stuff from the medicine cabinet.” He sets the medication and her purple water bottle down on the bedside table. “And if that doesn’t work, I also bought vodka. I suggest you toss it back like you were doing with the shots last night... get it over with quick."

“Ick.” Lexi whines, folding her arm over her eyes. Nico laughs next to her, then she feels his lips brush across hers.

“Wanna sit up for me?” Nico asks.

Lexi is a limp noodle as Nico helps her adjust into a sitting position. It is so much worse than laying down. The pressure change has her touching her throbbing head with gentle finger tips.

“I’m never drinking again. I mean it this time, Neeks.” She whimpers. 

“Okay, sweets.” Nico nods encouragingly. “Let’s focus on getting some of this in you, yeah?” He shakes out two pills from the bottle on the nightstand, then hands her the water bottle. He watches her swallow them then gives a tender smooch on her lips as a reward. “Good job. How about some coffee?”

“No.” She shakes her head delicately.

“Yeah, let’s just cut to the burrito. Then we can hit the shot of vodka. 99 bananas right?”

“Neeks. I am hanging on by a thread here. This is no time for jokes. You might be a widow any minute now.” But she says it with a non-serious glare that has Nico chuckling as he unwraps the burrito.

"Is that your professional medical opinion?" He asks.

"Yes." She says pathetically as he holds the burrito up to her lips. Lexi takes a tentative bite, getting a mouthful of egg, cheese, and sausage.  “Oh yeah. That’s gonna do it.” Lexi declares after her first swallow. The food instantly settles her sour stomach. Lexi takes another bite, sighing happily and leaning back into the headboard.

“She’s gonna live.” Nico declares.

“Mhm. Cause I have the best nurse.” Nico tilts his head to the side in adoration. He reaches a finger up to wipe a piece of egg off her cheek after her third bite. 

“Only because I learned from you, baby.” Nico declares. 

Despite her condition, Lexi grins, collecting his cheeks in her hands so she can kiss his lips properly. 

“Thank you. I’m going to be completely worthless all day and we had so much to do. I’m sorry, babe.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything.” Lexi rubs at his dimples with her thumbs. 

She is staring at his eyes, but Nico is looking at her lips. 

“You looked so good last night.” Nico suddenly whispers. “I saw you at one point in the second period and it was like.. that’s my wife.” He beams. “Never gonna take for granted getting to take care of you.” He says it so simply, with no recognition of all the other people in the world who would complain or get angry about her irresponsible circumstance.

But then again, Nico Hischier isn’t most people. He sees it as an opportunity to love harder on his wife.

For that, Lexi is thankful.

She'll be the best damn patient nurse Nico has ever had.

[macbethz]

sorry to be that person who inboxes you about your post that blew up, but i'm wondering if you could elaborate on your feelings re: great cities? as someone who was pretty disappointed by the second book i'm curious as to someone else's take on it

do not apologize i love that you messaged me about this because i love to talk about that series LMAO. i genuinely do love it a lot and think about and draw manhattan often because he lives in my head rent free 24/7. And I don't think its bad as much as it is just kind of mid, but it's literally like in that post, I love some characters and concepts but I don't think they're often executed well.

Especially as someone who loves some of NKJ's other work the writing style and commentary just felt much more surface level and juvenile than what I expect from her. It was very much like baby's first introduction to racism and gentrification as a concept. It's less ABOUT racism and gentrification and more using racism and gentrification as a shorthand to identify the Bad Guys. It felt really silly to me that all the main characters, people with vastly different backgrounds, have identical politics and all know how to speak in updated social justice terminology. And of course all the bad guys are cartoonishly and obviously bigoted, with the exception of Aislyn who is instead just portrayed as stupid. It's this very simplistic rendering of bigotry that I feel like is a huge waste of examining racism through the concept of a personified new york, because there's so many interesting ways you can go with that.

speaking of main characters....i don't feel like any of them exist as fully realized people other than manhattan, aislyn, brooklyn, and neek. The majority of them just aren't very interesting because they don't seem to have any kind of inner conflict or arc, especially compared to Manhattan who seems to be shouldering every subplot and the entirety of the books' emotional weight.

The first book I think you can ignore a lot of this for just because the concept goes so hard and it follows that simple avengers-style structure of introducing characters and assembling a team, but the second book has majorrrr issues even just purely structurally, I think stemming from the fact that it was supposed to be 2 books originally. Because of that there's just way too much happening and none of it feels explored or resolved. The city multiverse tree shit did not need to be explained and the explanation just did not make sense and that makes me sad to say that because cities as eldritch beings is such a banger concept and I normally love 4D nonsense so thats how you know its bad.

More than anything I just feel like it's such a waste. It's such a good concept with some really interesting characters that live in me forever. Personified new york and eldritch evils as colonizers is just so symbolically rich and I would have loved to have read the version of this story that felt as well thought out as 5th season did

[sc0tters]

https://www.tumblr.com/sc0tters/756084814398078976/httpswwwtumblrcomsc0tters755999028450295808

Yay so happy it’s captain Neeks

How do you think him and the spoiled rich girl meet?

There are many different options rolling into the inbox with most either suggesting that she was at a sponsored event, she went to a game with a company that met players after, or it was out getting coffee.

I think an interesting set up for it was that they met more personally first and then he learnt about the fiancé the next time they met at more of a sponsored event.

[magic-coffee]

Yk what.

I used to stay alone in school all the fucking time, i used to have mental breakdowns all the time and nobody except maybe a couple of classmates will even care

And now nobody really leaves me alone

My teacher scolded me today so bad and i got really upset but everyone was so quick to come and cheer me up i couldnt even stay sad for long

Idk what i did to deserve all these dorks

Yay!!!! I'm so happy to hear this <333

I know what you did to deserve this : you exist, isn't that wonderful 😘

[onekisstotakewithme]

💌?

... I am so sorry that this is several days late 😅 (it was one of those "I clicked on my inbox to see the notif and then it was out of sight/out of mind")

💌 - Favourite character to write for?

I've always found it easiest to write Hawkeye for some reason (I used to just be able to get in his head like nobody's business - I lost the ability for a while, but I think I'm starting to get comfortable with him again).

I also just REALLY love writing Peggy, fleshing out the character the show gave us into someone real and human... plus she's just a lot of fun. (As is Erin!)

Thank you Neeks! 💜

[drowsystarlight]

okay but now all I can think about is Five and basically the entire Abel gang sitting in the mess hall munching on some food and causally hanging out while Radio Abel is playing in the background, then Jack puts on a song and Five just shoves the chair back with a screech, stands up and just starts singing it out of the blue and everyone is shocked (Jody 100% falls out of her chair and Sara's jaw drops) because everybody but Sam thought that they were totally mute. then as soon as its over they just sit back down and start eating calmly like nothing happened and meanwhile everyone is just collectively losing their minds silently over what just happened. but everyone is too chicken to say anything because its Five and what do you say to what that was

and Sam is just cackling in a corner. but also losing his mind at the same time.

YES EXACTLY

Five singing every song word for word and everyone staring in shock vs sam being in the corner like

[ask-thediangelo]

“Well, well, well...”

“Would you look at that...”

A head of shaggy black hair and a pair of dark eyes still carrying signs of his usual lack of sleep pops into view, a sheepish (practically guilty) smile creeping along his face.

“Is this really still here?” He chuckles - half nervous and half amazed at the idea. “I guess I should apologize. I disappeared on you all again. Sorry...

“But I’m here now. So let’s catch up, shall we?”

//I LIVE!

Sort of.

Ah man - it’s been years since I stepped back onto tumblr (like actually spending time on the site and not glancing at it with an app and checking what’s trending and stuff).

How have you all been? Are you all still sticking around for this blog to come back to life?

Me? Ah... Life’s been rough. Stuff happened. I graduated. Got a job, and am now a full fledged licensed teacher! So I’ve been busy...

And things get waylaid when you’re busy. Unfortunately this blog was one of them.

But, I’m here. I missed you all. I missed stepping into little Neeks’ shoes. And I just missed writing.

So... let’s get this blog back on track.

THE INBOX IS NOW OPEN! SEND IN YOUR QUESTIONS AND PROMPTS!

LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!

[significant-what]

92 solangelo texting?? or not texting??? just do whatever you feel like, i'll love it anyway :^)

92. “Are you drunk?”

Will wakes up to a tapping sound. He’s not sure he actually heard it at all - it’s raining outside, and windy, and if there ever was any tapping it was probably a branch hitting the window, nothing else. He turns over and tries to fall back to sleep, but his phone decides otherwise, blinging with an incoming message and sounding too loud in the otherwise silent room.

With a sigh, Will reaches over and blinks at the bright light. The clock says it’s barely 2 am, he’s been asleep for less than an hour. 

>>from: nico: willll open ur windpw

Will stares at the text for a good ten seconds before anything registers to him. It’s not the first time Nico has texted him in the middle of the night, and not even the first time the text barely makes sense. Even asking Will to open his window isn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it’s September, it’s raining cats and dogs, and again, in the middle of the night. Will is confused.

The tapping comes again, and this time Will gets up and walks to his window. There, sitting in the tree just outside the glass, is Nico di Angelo, soaking wet in his leather jacket, pale hands gripping on the window sill for dear life.

Will doesn’t waste any time and hurries the window open to help Nico inside.

“What the hell, Nico?” he whisper-yells as soon as he closes the window, Nico clinging on him and getting him all cold and wet, too. 

“Will, thank god, you’re such an angel!” Nico isn’t nearly as quiet as Will, talking against Will’s neck and slurring his words. “A literal angel! I’d probably be dead without you.”

“Well, I’d say”, Will admits, thinking of how dangerous it must have been to climb the tree in the rain, the bark wet and slippery under Nico’s sneakers. He shivers at the thought of what could have happened. “Nico, what’s going on? What are you - “ It’s then that Nico’s swaying and slurred words and the faint smell of alcohol catches up to him. “Nico, are you drunk?”

Nico di Angelo giggles. Honest to god giggles. It’s both the most terrifying and the most beautiful sound Will has ever heard in his seventeen years of existence.

“No!” Nico says, too loud. Will shushes him, and Nico shushes right back. “Okay, maybe little. Like, three percent.”

“You’re three percent drunk?”

“Mmh.” Nico buries his face to Will’s neck again and exhales softly, like he finds some kind of comfort digging his sharp chin painfully to Will’s collar bone. “Will, I’m cold!”

Will rolls his eyes and pets Nico’s hair that curls when it’s wet like this. “That’s what happens when you stay out in the rain so late in the fall, idiot.”

He gives Nico something dry to change in, an old t-shirt and sweats, and helps him quietly down the hall to the bathroom, trying not to wake anyone up. It’s a real task, what with Nico’s constant giggling and lack of coordination, but they manage, and Will stays guard outside the cracked door while Nico changes before making the way back to his bedroom.

Knowing he won’t get any answers when Nico’s so intoxicated, Will grabs an extra pillow and tugs Nico in bed. He rummages his desk drawer for painkillers and places them to the night stand for the morning, then climbs in bed and under the covers, too. Nico’s hair is still wet, but his body is a lot warmer when he snuggles close to Will and sneaks an arm around his waist.

“You’re so good, Will”, Nico mumbles against Will’s skin, and for a moment there he sounds almost sober. Will pecks his forehead fondly. “You’re so good for me. And so pretty. Will, how are you so pretty? It’s not fair.”

Will laughs a little, thinking of Nico’s reaction when he talls him all this in the morning. “You’re quite pretty yourself, you know.”

Nico’s head snaps up, and his face shines brightly, like it did when they were kids and his dad told them they could build a tree house to the old oak in the back yard. “Really?”

“Really.”

Kissing drunk Nico is strange. It’s a lot like kissing sober Nico, Will supposes, with additional guilt of taking advantage of him. Drunk Nico is sloppier, though, and seems to use a lot more tongue than sober Nico. Will tries to keep the kissing slow and sweet, but it’s difficult when Nico gets handsy and all but suffocates Will with the enthusiasm.

“Nico”, Will warns and pushes Nico away, careful not to let Nico think he’s been rejected entirely. “Neeks, you’re drunk. You need to sleep it off.” Nico makes the most pitiful noise Will has ever heard leaving his mouth, then pouts so adorably he almost gives in. “Tell you what. Tomorrow when you wake up, if you feel like it, we can continue right where we left off. Deal?”

Nico seems to consider this for a long while, and Will keeps stroking his hair and face because honestly? Nico is a piece of art, and drunk or sober, Will is in love with him and is going to appreciate every second with him.

Finally Nico seems to give up and sags against Will’s chest. “Deal.” They cuddle in under the duvet, Nico burying himself in Will’s chest and Will wrapping his arms around him, and it’s familiar and comfortable and Will doesn’t even mind that Nico’s toes are freezing against his calves.

“Love you, Will”, is the last thing Nico mumbles before falling asleep, so quiet against the fabric of Will’s shirt that if they weren’t so close Will couldn’t possibly have heard him.

Will smiles and kisses Nico’s temple. “Love you, too.” The rain tapping on the window lulls him back to sleep.

(thanks for the prompts, i think i have enough for now, my inbox has never been in the double digits before!)

[ladylooch]

A Slice of Heaven - Nico Hischier

A/N: I got SO MANY requests asking what Lexi and the girls would be doing for Nico’s birthday. Thank you all so much for filling my inbox with Nico thoughts on our Swiss Prince’s day! Hope you enjoy a lil slice of Heaven with the Hischers.

Happy birthday, Neeks!

An off day on his birthday means that Nico Hischier is still face down, spread eagle in his and Lexi’s bed. After giving Nico his birthday present of her in whatever position of his choosing, Lexi got off her saddle and gathered up their three girls to start on Nico’s birthday surprise. 

The girls had thought long and hard during Nico’s last road trip on how they wanted to celebrate their favorite person. Lucie had suggested a new beanie for him to wear on game days. Apparently social media thinks Nico should spend his handfuls of money on a new one. Mack suggested a rare lego set, completing forgetting Nico always falls asleep while playing with her on the floor. Sweet Sophie had excitedly exclaimed hugs! What else could he need?

“What about something we all love and daddy loves?” Lexi suggested to the girls. Lucie ponders, wanting to figure it out first.

“Cake!” Mack yells. 

“Mhm.” Lexi nods her head. Lucie pouts, then perks up with an idea.

“Chocolate! Like Switzerland!” 

“Yeah, baby. Even better!”

So the four Hischier women are in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a double chocolate ganache cake. Mack quite literally tosses more yellow and orange sprinkles on the top.

“That’s enough.” Lucie rolls her eyes, grabbing at Mack’s wrist when she ties to do more.

“Lucie.” Lexi warns her oldest. “We are all helping. Hands to yourself.”

“It looks bad.” Lucie grumbles under her breath. 

“It needs another flower.” Mack insists now, ignoring her older sister. Sophie is sitting on the counter, lapping at the spatula of frosting Lexi gave her to keep her giggles at bay. She knows they are trying to surprise Nico and her little voice carries far.

“Can I do my part yet?” Lucie whines. “Mack! Stop!”

“Girls. It’s going to be very disappointing to all of us if your fighting wakes daddy up before we are done.” Lexi gets stern, feeling her eye twitch at her two oldest being absolute shits to each other. Mack stops her sprinkles, moving aside so Lucie can work on spelling out the word Daddy. It’s all wonky and in blue icing, but after that, the girls declare the cake done. 

There is only one thing left to do: unleash the Hischier girls to grab the man of the hour.

“Okay! Go!” Lexi whispers. She waits downstairs, hearing the excited stomping of their feet and the squeaky giggles as they wake him up. Eventually, Lucie comes sprinting down the stairs. Nico emerges with Mack and Sophie in his arms. His hair is all lopsided, sticking up in the back, bare chested, with his sweatpants low on his hips. A delicious heat begins to build in Lexi’s core. Once wasn’t enough. Never is for Cap on his birthday either.

“Wow!” Nico exclaims, genuinely excited. “You bought me a cake! From a professional baker?!”

The three Hischier girls begin to laugh excitedly, beaming with pride as Nico comes closer to the cake. He sets Mack on the floor and Sophie on the counter. 

“No! We made it, daddy!” Lucie bounces next to Nico, taking his left hand in both of hers. 

“You did this!?” Nico feigns shock, looking between the girls and the cake. “You three?”

“And mama!” Mack yells. 

“Wow.” Nico extends the word, getting close, inspecting every square inch of the cake. 

“I did the sprinkles.” Mack whispers. 

“I did the writing, daddy. And I picked blue cause you like water.” Nico bites his lip to stop the laugh.

“Yeah, I like to swim huh?” His eyes travel up the lopsided cake to his wife standing behind it across the counter. “What did you do mommy?” Lexi raises an eyebrow in cocky insinuation. 

“I controlled the oven. And Soph did quality control. Very important job."

“Such big helpers!” Lexi smiles, swooning in place at the way he looks back at her. “Come here. Wanna hug all my girls.” Nico sways his head for her to come hither. Lexi rounds the counter, stepping into Nico and using both of their bodies to hug their girls.

“Best birthday yet.” Nico says, accepting a huge hug and smooch from Sophie.

“Wanna open your presents!? We got you a new hat!” Mack asks as Lucie groans, smacking her forehead at her sister ruining ANOTHER surprise. Nico’s mouth drops open staring at Lexi.

“It’s designer…. And tasteful.” She laughs, holding her hands up.

“Why is everyone always talking crap about my style?”

“Baby, if you have to ask that… Em offered to have Timo go with you and pick some things out. Maybe you should take them up on that?”

“Okay.” Nico scoffs, then starts to laugh, huge dimples piercing his cheeks. “How about instead, you four take turns feeding me bites of cake? After all it is my day.”

“That’s mommy’s job.” Lucie sasses back.

All five of them are cut a piece of cake, never mind that it is barely time for lunch. They eat in the living room, on the floor together, laughing and taking turns telling their favorite things about daddy. Nico is attentive to all the cards the girls made for him, complimenting his favorite designs on each one. He loves all of his presents, even the Dior beanie he can tell Timo picked out for his wife. Lexi does feed Nico bites of his cake, then he feeds her a bite, stifling a moan in his throat at the way she sucks the prongs of the fork.

“Keep it up.” He whispers, then kisses her cheek. 

Yeah, today is his favorite birthday to date. He imagines next year will beat this one too.

[sexysemefish]

“I almost lost you.”

So, there was a mix up with the percico prompts in my inbox. I accidentally posted the wrong prompt for the wrong ask. So here is the one i was supposed to write. More under the cut!

#7: “I almost lost you.”

"Nico!"

The voice was sharp, cutting through his consciousness. He knew something bad had happened just from the absolute devastation in Percy's voice.

He felt disembodied, laying flat on the surface of the ground. His hand was out stretched, his blade too far away for him to grab a hold of. He couldn't remember how it had gotten knocked free. His mind worked sluggishly, almost making him forget the fact they were in the middle of a battle.

They were on a quest, something small for a minor god. Rachel hadn't even given a prophecy, saying it looked clear, but to keep vigilant attention. Now he was wondering how to bite her head off for the situation they were in. They were cornered, Empousai taking advantage of there only being three of them.

"Don't you dare touch him!"

He wanted to tell Percy to calm down, think of this logically instead of rushing in but there was a shadow over him. The searing pain in his side was starting to settle in, his breath quickening. The rock floor was hard against his cheek as he looked up at the monster.

She raised a clawed hand, grinning despite her torn cheerleader outfit. She looked like a barbie doll who got thrown under a bus.

She was saying something and the words registered a moment later. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I'm not, he thought, gritting his teeth and trying to move his body. But there was a nauseating feeling settling into his bones. Percy and Connor would be too far away to aid him. Everything felt slow and wet. The pain hit him like a pile of bricks and he gasped, the surging feeling of being burned hurting him. He felt like he was going to throw up but bore through it to glare at the stupid wannabe cheerleader.

A blade went straight through her chest, the celestial bronze blade glistening with streaks of muddy blood. Her eyes were comical, wide and in disbelief.

She disappeared in a cloud of dust as Percy looked down at him. He was bleeding, a wound above his temple and his shirt torn from where a claw had tried to grab him. His hair was covered in monster dust and there was a decent sized hole in his Camp half-blood shirt.

"No, no, no!" He sounded desperate as he reached and pulled Nico's black shirt over his head. It landed with a splat, making him wince because blood may not show on black but there was gonna be no salvaging that (which sucked, his mind supplied lazily, Thalia had gifted that to him).

"Connor! Come on Neeks, stay with me, okay?"

Yeah, where the fuck was Connor? Percy lifted him, hands closing over whatever wound was thrown on Nico. He couldn't even assess the damage for them (he was a makeshift medic of the group. He kind of wanted Percy to yell Medic down just to not feel the fear starting to hit his bones).

Someone else was prying his mouth open, giving him a slice of something sweet to his mouth. As much as he hated to admit it, it tasted like McDonald's french fries.

"Shit, that's a big hole."

"You are not helping, use the Nectar to clean it off."

He was dragged in and out of consciousness, tasting something sweet like cookies and then searing pain as someone cleaned out the wound. He knew he had screamed and had felt Percy smoothing his hair, whispering apologies while Connor barked him to keep Nico down.

When he was finally completely aware of himself he was in a bed, a hand clasped tightly around his own. He was warm and drifting onto fussiness.

He sat up, grunting at the effort and stiffness into his side. Percy sat upright from beside him, hand automatically helping push Nico down.

"Take it easy." He said.

"I think I'm good." He bit back but flopped back onto the bed. He felt grimy and dirty as he raised a hand to brush his hair back. "What happened?"

"Empousai got you good." Percy look his hand again, thumb brushing over the back gently. "Connor told us Katie and Travis had a safe house nearby. So we're resting up while you heal."

He sighed, feeling like he had dragged them down again. "Sorry, didn't mean to."

"I'm not blaming you." Percy said, frowning. "Shit, Nico. You-"

He stopped, swallowing while a feeling lodged itself into Nico's throat, making it hard to breathe.

"I almost lost you. You were bleeding, and there's was way too much. You were starting to run a fever, we couldn't give you anymore Nectar. You were screaming at me!" He had to stop, taking in a lung full of air before burying his face into the covers. "It doesn't get easier. Fighting against monsters together. I keep forgetting that I can lose you at any time and vice versa."

"Reminded of your morality." Nico whispered, turning on his side with a wince. He dragged a hand through Percy's hair, glad he had at least cleaned up. "It's okay, Perce. I'm here."

"For how long?" He choked out, raising his face to look at Nico. Nico took the chance to rub his fingers down his face, thumb brushing his cheek as Percy turned and kissed his palm.

"As long as you need me to be." He said back, smiling when Percy gave a shaky laugh.

"Always." He said, pressing his face into his hand. "I'll always need you here."

[slightly-depressed-niko-boy]

I'm also very self conscious and anxious and today classes started for me and I feel like death so I get what you mean, and because I can't believe this when is said to me maybe you won't believe it either but someday I hope you will, I wanted to say that you're an amazing person, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, and if they do, they just don't understand that we don't exist to please them so fuck 'em, they don't own you and their words don't define you, you are unique Neeks (it rhymed!)

Thank you very much. I really needed to hear it today. (I read this ask a while ago but it was stuck in my inbox for a while, mainly because I was too tired to reply sorry) And yeah, I don't ever believe people who say such things even though I'd like to believe it. But your ask is still very nice, especially today, so thank you.

[drowsystarlight]