#Time to listen to my migraine and shut down for the night

[revenantghost]

Pros of reading a good fic: Excellent food, delicious, thank you for this blessed men

Cons of reading a good fic: How am I supposed to go on with my life now???

[steddiealltheway]

It’s basically canon that Steve gets migraines from the number of times he’s gotten concussions/beat up. Adding on to this…

Everyone has their way of helping Steve.

Robin lays next to him on the floor, holding his hand which he squeezes whenever the pain is too overwhelming.

Dustin - as he puts it - shuts the fuck up for once in his life.

El has found that the tiniest amount of radio static helps clear his head while not causing nausea.

Nancy makes him some sort of fancy chamomile tea.

Eddie… well, he hasn’t been around for one of Steve’s infamous migraines. In fact, he’s only heard about them from the others who say Steve tries to play it off as just a headache - often times leaving to suffer on his own.

Luckily, Steve doesn’t hang out alone with Eddie, so he’s determined his migraine solution would be to leave him with someone else and get out of his way. There’s no way Steve would want him around for that. And there would be nothing he could do to help.

Eddie briefly thinks back to those thoughts when, for the first time, he and Steve hang out alone. Granted, the other kids were there before, but they had all left once it got to be curfew time.

Steve had been acting… strange. More irritable than usual, going as far as snapping at Dustin when he started screaming about something. And really, that should’ve been the first sign for Eddie.

But he had just moved past that, fired up some random movie and let Steve sprawl out next to him on his couch, hands over his eyes, taking deep breaths in and out.

“Steve…?” Eddie questions gently.

He gets a quiet groan in response as Steve slowly drags his hands down his face. His eyes are slightly glossy, and he looks absolutely miserable.

“Steve,” Eddie says more firmly this time.

“I’m gonna head back,” Steve says with a wince. As soon as he stands up, he sways. Eddie steadies him and forces him to sit back down.

He desperately tries to remember what everyone else told him works, but he can’t recall anything.

“What should I do?” Eddie asks.

“No Lights. No Noise. Please,” Steve bites out gripping his head.

Eddie nods and immediately turns the television off. He scrambles to get all the lights off but there’s still a glow from the window which doesn’t have any curtains on it. Eddie looks around for a blanket or anything nearby to shield Steve’s eyes from the lights.

He’s struck with a sudden idea. Eddie sits next to Steve, leans his head forward, and presses it against Steve’s. His hair forms a curtain around them, blocking out the light.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, breath ghosting over Eddie’s lips.

Oh. Yeah, this is all kinds of invading Steve’s personal space. Shit. “Using my hair as a curtain,” Eddie replies nonchalantly.

Steve does something strange. He smiles. “It oddly helps. Thank you.”

Eddie wishes he had access to his hair so he could use it to cover his smile in response.

It’s nice - sitting so close to Steve, listening and feeling his breathing. But after a few minutes, Eddie’s back starts to cramp up from the awkward twisted position.

Steve must feel the same way because he’s suddenly laying back and pulling Eddie towards him. Eddie scrambles to keep his forehead against Steve’s and ends up laying on top of him.

Shit shit shit. There’s no way Steve is okay with this.

But then Eddie feels Steve’s fingertips tracing circles on his back, as if Steve’s the one soothing Eddie. Maybe he is.

Eddie’s hand comes up to Steve’s arm, trailing his fingers up and down in thanks.

After a while, Steve’s hand stills on Eddie’s back and his breath evens out. When Eddie’s sure that Steve’s asleep, he lifts his head up and shifts it to nestle into Steve’s neck.

A few hours later, Eddie is woken up by the squeak of the front door opening and someone awkwardly clearing their throat. Eddie finds himself to still be mostly on top of Steve who has his arms tightly wrapped around him, still asleep.

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, happy to see him so at peace after last night’s events.

“So… who’s this?” Uncle Wayne says, voice low as to not wake him.

“Steve. I was helping him with his migraine.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shoot up. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” He teases.

Eddie flushes red unsure if he wants to remove himself from Steve and wake him up in the process, remembering how Nancy had said the migraine episodes could be triggered by a lack of sleep.

“Go back to sleep, Ed. Just… make sure to introduce him to me when he wakes up.”

“It’s not like that…” Eddie argues.

Wayne gives him a look, eyes flickering to where Steve’s arms are wrapped tightly around him, and shakes his head in disbelief. “I give it until morning,” he says with a smile on his face as he goes to his room.

“You’re wrong!” Eddie yells loud enough that he’s scared he’s woken Steve up. He looks back at Steve who softly snores, somehow still asleep. Eddie cuddles back against his side and closes his eyes, praying that his uncle is right.

He’s woken up later either by the hand running through his hair or the dull, quick sound of thudding against his ear. Eddie cracks an eye open, realizing it’s Steve’s hand in his hair and his heart that’s forming the fast rhythm.

“Hey,” Steve says with a small smile.

“Good morning,” Eddie replies immediately closing his eyes and tucking his head back into Steve’s neck to block out the sunlight.

Steve laughs. “Is that how I looked last night behind your hair?”

“Much better actually,” Eddie flirts without thinking.

Steve swallows. “Thank you for that by the way. I’ve never actually been able to sleep after…” he trails off.

His friends were right when they said Steve didn’t talk about it. Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm.

“Anytime,” Eddie says, slightly muffled, but just as sincere.

“Maybe sometime soon?” Steve suggests.

Eddie looks up. “Without you being in excruciating pain?”

Steve nods looking slightly anxious as to what Eddie’s response to the confirmation will be.

Eddie smiles wide and has to hide his face in Steve’s neck again to muffle his excited giggles. Steve joins in on the laughter.

Eddie suddenly feels Steve’s body tense up and his laughter stops.

“Glad to see you awake, would’ve been awkward meeting you while you weren’t conscious,” Wayne says.

Eddie sits up with a groan, swinging his legs over Steve’s and leaning back against the couch. Steve shoots up, trying to look presentable while his legs are trapped straight out in front of him.

“Wayne, this is Steve. Steve, this is my uncle, Wayne.”

Steve holds out his hand and firmly shakes his uncle’s hand. Eddie tries not to laugh at the interaction.

Wayne invites Steve to stay for breakfast, and he does.

After Steve leaves, giving Eddie a quick spontaneous hug, Wayne asks Eddie, “What do I always say?”

Eddie sighs, “The ‘W’ in Wayne doesn’t stand for ‘wrong.’” And thank goodness for that.

“I like him,” Wayne states casually.

“I do, too,” Eddie says with a soft smile.

“Next time, offer him an ice pack, too. That always used to help my migraines.”

Eddie’s smiles grows. Even Uncle Wayne has a migraine solution for Steve.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Hey! could you please write something about Aemond hearing his name in a conversation, he stays at the door sure he will hear something bad but instead he hears the lady talk about her sex dreams about him

Thank you so much💙

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1400

Aemond strides down the corridor of the Red Keep, in the direction of the training yard. It is mid-morning and his schedule runs like clockwork - he has a sparring session with Ser Criston Cole in 15 minutes and fully intends to arrive early, he always does.

Raucous laughter echoes down the hallway. He catches the source of it through a crack in the solar door, which has been left ajar. Helaena’s ladies in waiting are all reclining on the couches inside, though there is no sign of the Princess which they are in service of.

He scowls. He doesn’t understand why they aren’t shut away when not in Helaena’s presence. They are always laughing, it gives him a migraine. What could possibly be so funny?

The giggles subside when one of them speaks in hushed tones. 

“I had a dream last night…about Prince Aemond.”

His ears prick up at this, his curiosity piqued, and he hovers to the left of the doorframe, so he can listen in undetected. He is certain that what is to follow will be some gruesome retelling of the One-Eyed Prince being the source of night terrors, it would not be the first time he has overheard unkind words about himself.

“Oh? Do share.” One of them pipes up.

“I-I can’t.” She stammers. “It is improper.”

Aemond’s eye widens at this. He leans forward, peering through the gap to see which of them it is. She is pretty. Beautiful, actually. He has never bothered to take the time to properly look at any of them before, usually doing his best to avoid them at all costs, but there is no denying that she is fairer than any woman he has ever looked upon. He hopes more than anything that the rest of this wretched gaggle can convince her to divulge further details.

More giggles erupt, before a voice chimes in.

“Oh, go on, your secret’s safe with us!”

“Well…we were coupling…and it felt good…I have heard that lying with a man is painful and uncomfortable, but I was enjoying it, and after…he pleasured me with his mouth…”

This is a chorus of gasps, followed by more laughing.

Aemond feels his heart hammering inside of his chest. It seems so loud he is certain the ladies in the solar will notice and catch him in the act of eavesdropping. His skin flushes hot from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears. He is in utter disbelief at what he has just heard.

“Were you not repulsed by it? He is disfigured after all.”

“No.” She rebuffs. “Actually, I find Prince Aemond rather dashing…”

Aemond pushes off of the wall and hurries away. He has heard enough. He does not know how to handle the words he was just privy to. They were not meant for his ears and yet he cannot undo hearing them. What is he supposed to do with the way they have set his pulse racing? He never asked for this, had never even noticed her before today, and yet he cannot help replaying the words in his mind.

We were coupling.

It felt good.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

I find Prince Aemond rather dashing.

For the first time in his life he is late to the training yard. Ser Criston greets him with a reproachful look, before Aemond suffers through what is undoubtedly the worst sparring session he has participated in since he first took up a wooden sword as a child.

We were coupling.

His sword is knocked from his hand.

It felt good. 

His shield splinters under a blow from a morningstar.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

He is knocked to the ground.

I find Prince Aemond rather dashing.

The point of Criston’s sword is at his throat.

“Is everything alright, My Prince?” Criston asks with genuine concern, offering out a hand and helping Aemond back to his feet.

Aemond’s eye is wide, his breathing laboured, and not from the exertion of training.

“I-I think I am unwell, Cole. Please excuse me.”

He stalks back inside, seeking solace in the library. Pulling a copy of Unnatural History from the shelf, his favourite book to lose himself in, he settles into an armchair and begins to read.

“The bloodmages of Valyria used wyvern stock to create dragons…we were coupling…The bloodmages of Valyria…it felt good…”

“Seven hells!” He slams the book shut upon realising he cannot get past the first line, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

He has never heard of a man doing such a thing to a woman. Despite the vulgarity of it, he is intrigued. He places his copy of Unnatural History on the nearby table and stands, making his way towards the end of the library that contains the more salacious reading material.

He takes a quick look around to make sure the prying eyes of the maesters aren’t watching him, before scanning the shelves and selecting the tome he feels will be most relevant for what he is attempting to research.

It only takes a few seconds of flicking through the pages before he finds what he’s looking for. Graphic descriptions of how women can be prepared for intercourse, and even brought to peak, via the use of lips and tongue.

His eye widens and his breathing quickens as he imagines licking her in her most intimate area. It’s only when he realises that his cock is now straining painfully against the laces of his breeches that he hurriedly places the book back on the shelf and retires to his chambers.

He lays on his bed that afternoon, spilling into his own hand, with her name falling from his lips like an urgent prayer.

She is there at the dining table when he goes to supper that evening. It is not unusual for Helaena to invite her ladies in waiting to dine with them, and usually Aemond sits at the far end of the table, avoiding eye contact and all attempts at conversation. However, this evening feels different. Prior to tonight he had never heard her say she found him “dashing”, he had never pleasured himself to the thought of burying his face between her thighs.

Guilt blooms heavily in his chest as he takes his seat. His food remains untouched. Every time he looks up he catches her eyes upon him. Does she know? How could she?

In truth, he cannot keep his eyes off of her either and it is probably that that drives her to stare as she does.

On an ordinary evening, Aemond sips delicately at his wine throughout the meal, leaving the cup almost full by the time he leaves the table. However, tonight he finds himself draining his first and gulping greedily at the second. The calming effect it has on his nerves is most agreeable to him.

He pleasured me with his mouth.

His grip on the edge of the wooden table turns his knuckles white, as he struggles to compose himself. His sigh of relief is almost audible as the meal draws to a close and everyone begins to retire for the evening.

He catches sight of her outside of her own bedchamber door as he is returning to his. Fuelled by the confidence that two cups of wine on an empty stomach has granted him, he lengthens his strides, catching up to her before she is able to make it inside and close the door.

She turns, startled, as he grabs her arm, pulling her towards him.

“My Prince?” She asks, a hint of fear and confusion pinching her delicate features as her brow furrows slightly.

Acting on his new found boldness, Aemond leans down to whisper in her ear, his voice husky. “I heard what you said earlier.”

He regards her face carefully as he pulls back, but there is no apparent recollection, so he decides to be more daring. Leaning in once more he says “Just so you know, if I were going to pleasure you with my mouth, I’d do it before I stuck my cock in your cunt, not after.”

He lets her go and walks away with a smirk. When he chances a glance back over his shoulder and sees that she is still frozen in place, her mouth agape, he knows that she knows exactly what he is talking about and his words have had the desired effect.

“Sweet dreams, my lady.” He calls behind him.

[spdrvyn]

ikaw at ikaw (short drabble) — in where miguel helps you calm down from a horrible migraine, with many experiences and remedies under his belt.

miguel had noticed it since way earlier in the morning. the slight wobble in your step and the way you kept furiously rubbing at your forehead, but in typical you fashion, you shut down any attempts he made at checking in on you. he tried his best to get you to opt out of this mission, but you were too persistent, and too pretty to dismiss. you really were going to be the death of him.

trust me when i say that he tried, many, many times to get you to take a break. he was really starting to worry if he had a bad influence on you, is this what you felt like when you told him to stop overworking himself? by god, it was horrible.

so when you come back on the verge of passing out, miguel doesn't whip out any 'i told you so's or any condescending remarks. he is escorting you to the nearest couch, safe in his office where it's dark and quiet.

this wasn't the first time that he'd dealt with migraines before, his hypersensitive senses had induced so many nauseous and dizzy nights for him so obviously he came equipped just in case he or anyone else had ever experienced it too.

painkillers, hot tea, hot or cold compress, sleep mask, soft pillow, and blanket. complete sensory deprivation.

"being so nice to me, migs..." you spoke, delirium clouding your voice as the medicines had begun to kick in. the sleep mask was half draped over one of your eyes, the blanket tucked up all the way to your neck. "love it when you take care of me,"

"no necesitas darme las gracias, corazón." he presses his hand to your forehead, your body temperature was consistent throughout the day which meant that this wasn't predetermining a fever to his fortune. "i told you to rest so many times, but you didn't listen to me."

"i'm sorry," you whine, reaching out to rub his forearm apologetically. "i didn't want to miss work, i thought it was just another headache."

he stops your gesture and cups your hand, his engulfing yours. "i'd let you miss work over a stomach ache, you know that, right?" he squeezes your hand. "i already let you have, multiple times actually."

"that's why i stayed," you groan, "i felt guilty because- it seemed unfair. i didn't want special treatment because we're, you know... we're–" you make a kiss-y gesture with both of your hands and miguel has to bite back a smile.

"uh huh."

"you know what i mean!" you flop your hands down in defeat, "what if people notice that you favor me over them? ... you do favor me over them?"

"of course, i do. but you're not getting special treatment." he explains bluntly, "i wouldn't let you just walk off a splitting migraine—"

"you let peter walk off that one time he busted his knee."

"walk him off to the infirmary, sweetheart." he rests his elbow on the arm rest of the sofa, laying his head on his fist. "i'm not that mean. if anyone's hurt, they need to be checked. whether it's a broken rib or chest pains, that includes you too."

you look up at him with so much admiration. maybe he did just say that you're not getting any special treatment despite being all kissy kissy with him, but still. the compassion that he holds towards each spider is underappreciated, and you're lucky that you're the only one seeing this side of him.

"... but, you're giving me all of your stuff to help with my migraine. isn't that special treatment?"

he smiles before planting a very brief kiss on your lips, "that's a secret."

guess who had a really bad migraine today... this guy....

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA FOR KISSING MY ROOMMATE GOODNIGHT?

(everyone is in their 20s. names are fake)

I’d like to start off by giving background, I(M) live with my roommate Salt. We’ve been living together for a couple of years now and met through mutual friends.

I’m straight. Salt is gay in a very open, stereotypical sense(yk flamboyant, effeminate etc) and I’m not saying this to judge him/say I resent him or something he’s a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t care less abt his sexuality or how he chooses to express himself. However it’s important to mention this for the sake of AITA

The actual ‘issue’ started a year ago, where we were both drunk coming home from a party, I was struggling to get my keys out so he called me a idiot and then just.. kissed me??

That caused me to question my sexuality for a while because being a straight man you’d think I’d be repulsed or bothered by it but no I didn’t really enjoy it(not like there was smth to enjoy it was like a couple of seconds) but didn’t really mind it either in fact it didn’t made me feel any different than how I’d feel kissing a random girl I suppose?

So yeah I experimented with my sexuality for a week or so and even almost hooked up with some guy but nope. Still straight. Just didn’t mind him(probably because of how close we are)

Anyways back to the point after that Salt avoided me for a while but in the end we did have a talk which was basically him saying he was not attracted to me, how it was a spur of the moment thing and also apologizing if he made me uncomfortable.

To that I told him he did not and joked about how he could do it again.

Fast forward a month(?) later the “kissing the homies goodnight” meme came out, so one time I asked him where was my goodnight kiss was at and he actually did it, after that we just continued doing that ig I don’t think none of us thought much of it other than some night time ritual.

Here comes the actual AITA part, I recently got a girlfriend(we’ll call her Pepper). I’ts not like I’m super in love with her but she’s a nice girl and I genuinely like her so I wish to keep her happy.

The issue with Pepper is that she talks a tad bit too much, I normally wouldn’t mind it as I’m on the quiet part, but she expects me to memorize everything she has told me(not in the “do you remember my friend” type of way in the she tells me about 10 different people and gets upset when I don’t remember their exes names or what did friend7 did on lunch a month ago type of way) she also has a tendency to hyperfixate on shows and talk about the plot & characters as if they’re actual real people which makes it hard for me to understand if something she says is about a show or real. She gets really upset if I forget even the smallest things about those stories and rants about how I never listen to her. I tried talking to her about this but it only ends with her crying so I just keep shut to keep her satisfied

A week ago I was having a really bad day of migraines and nothing seemed to help but me and Pepper had made plans to hang in my place and I didn’t want to cancel. She comes over and starts talking about her sister in life’s brunch. I ask her if she could slow down a bit cause my head hurts and I can’t really keep up.

Well she takes it the wrong way and starts yelling at me about how I always am like this and how I never listen to her. I admit I’m the asshole for saying this, but I ask her if she’s unable to sit down and have a conversation like an adult. This makes her calm down a bit and she sits down so we can discuss.

I try explaining to her how it’s unfair how she expects me to remember everything and I’d be more than happy to listen to her, maybe just slow down a bit?

In mid of it she has this weird smile on her face and tells me I look hot mad, she then leans over to kiss me which I pull away from because it feels like she’s just trying to change a topic and I think this is an important convo for our relationship.

This is the moment Salt decides to arrive at home(I should also mention he’s TERRIBLE at reading the room) he comes over gives me my goodnight kiss and leaves.

(I would like to add its not like we make out or something. He just gives me a peck on the lips, says goodnight and leaves)

This drives Pepper crazy. She starts shouting at me on how I’d not kiss her but him? And that I could go ride his dick if I’m that gay for him. She storms out of the apartment

I’d like to add that Pepper has never said anything about me and Salt. I never told her about the goodnight kiss(Because I mean who goes to their girlfriend like “hey btw I kiss my roommate at nights. but no homo”?) but we never hide it either in fact I’m pretty sure we did that while she was in room once or twice too. Pepper has made jokes about us being gay and how she feels bad about getting inbetween us but never anything on being uncomfortable or not liking it.

Now it’s been a week and we haven’t talked since. She is not answering my messages and I stopped trying to contact her from there but I’m starting to doubt myself, am I the asshole here? Should I go apologize?

What are these acronyms?

[jasmines-library]

14 years

WHUMPTOBER DAY 16: Prompt: Experiment. Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Torn from your parents at a young age, you were experimented on. Your body and your mind were altered until you no longer recognised yourself in the mirror. During your time with HYDRA, your only solace came in the form of Bucky Barnes' voice on the other side of the wall. That was, until he left. Now, years later you have the chance to meet him again.

Warnings: Human Experimentation, pain, minor mentions of blood and gunshot wounds, brain surgery? kinda.

Word count: 2.2K

Note: I don’t own the art work in the header. This has not mention of skin colour despite the image on the right, I was using it for the cybernetics. My work is for everyone to enjoy :)

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Darkness. It was all you had known since you were young and torn from your family’s arms. But that was years ago and you had long forgotten that touch could be tender. Since that fateful day, you lived in constant fear of the men who would drag you away from the little relief of sleep you got at night, although it consisted of curling up on a small mattress on the floor. You lived with the fear of waking up again and being forced through another day of poking and prodding in your mind. There was one voice that offered solace. You heard it drift through the vents many times, offering words of comfort. He had been there when you had arrived, soothing you of your nightmares when you woke up in a cold sweat. The voice would disappear for months at a time, until one day it never came back. Your blood ran cold whenever you began to think about what he had done. Part of you was certain that Hydra had done something to him - you knew he was defiant, and more stubborn than you, but all of you hoped that he had gotten himself out of this hellhole. Soon after his absence, without those gentle words drifting from the vents you began to feel less and began to gain control over your abilities. They had told you that emotions clouded your judgement and you had begun to listen without the defiance of your friend. But you supposed, that still wasn’t enough for them. You were never enough. 

As part of your daily routine, you were forced awake at the crack of dawn. This time it was a bucket of icy water. Spluttering, and sitting up abruptly, you groaned when you realised the situation. You hated water; it messed with your cybernetics if it got in the wrong places and wasn’t dried properly, and a malfunctioning cybernetic caused you extreme discomfort; migraines and sharp pains where the metal was connected to your body and to your brain. Sometimes, in extreme cases they could cause seizures or body shut down. One thing you were certain of was that although Hydra were technical geniuses, they had no care about the effects their experiments had on their patients as long as they functioned enough to benefit them. 

Dripping wet and shivering, you pushed yourself up onto your feet and were gripped harshly by the two guards. As they walked you forwards, your bare feet padded across the tiles. They were cold and bit at your skin. You were dragged through the corridors quickly and you tried to figure out where you were going, but everything looked the same in this facility; sickeningly pristine. When you saw the golden doorway, your chest constricted and you tried to push away, but they forced you into the room and towards the chair which sat in the centre of the square room. There were a number of unfamiliar faces dotted around the room, each tending to a laptop. It was the cart of tools next to the chair that caught you by surprise. It was lined with rows of screwdrivers and odd shaped instruments. 

Shoved down unsympathetically you fell into the chair, and the blinds closed seamlessly around your arms. You furrowed your brow when the halo of machinery that sat aloft didn't descend into your face to cause you more pain. Instead a man slid in front of you on a chair. He spoke to you about your cybernetics. You had one that ran around your right temple and down your cheek, it was the one that connected to your eyes and allowed extreme accuracy, as well as the ability to identify anyone in the database- and that was a whole lot of people. You had two more; one which made up the entirety of your knee- that one was accidental. You had sustained it after a gunshot to the knee on a mission. The second was your largest. It was from just above the nape of your neck and down your spine. Many of the nerves in your spine here had been replaced by cybernetics, allowing for complete motor precision and effortlessness when moving. It also ran directly into your brain, altering its pathways to create an advanced way of thinking. Supposedly, this one was a problem. The man told you that when they had created this cybernetic, they had allowed you to feel too much, and this compromised you in missions. They said it was how you ended up with the machinery in your knee. 

“You have to learn to comply.” The man told you bluntly. “And to do that, you must not let pests like the winter soldier interfere. He does not care about you, child. The only people who care about you are Hydra. Remember that. If you cannot learn that on your own then we must teach you a lesson.” 

He reached slowly towards the tools, picking up a screwdriver and a small hand held object that sparked. 

“No…No.” You shook your head. 

He only moved closer, swivelling on the chair until he was positioned behind you. Then, with one swift movement, he began to fiddle with the machinery in the back of your head. You shrieked as the pain shot through your head as the screws were removed, unsettling skin and bone, but then came the agony of the machine as it sparked away, allowing pieces of the cybernetic to be shifted or removed. You clenched your jaw, grinding your teeth together to try and bite away some of the pain. The man continued to work, inching deeper into your brain. It hurt; a thousand agonies at once all trailing through your body. Your muscles twitched as he worked around your brain, alternating your wavelengths and your feelings. Soon, your body began to feel numb. The stabbing dulled down into throbbing and shortly after, you felt nothing at all. 

~~~

Get in without being seen, take out the enemy, get the data, get out. That was the mission. A simple routine mission that hopefully didn’t require you to ambush your way out. You didn’t like to pull the trigger. It was messy and there was an odd feeling that twinged in your stomach when you watched the bodies drop to the floor like a sack of flour. You couldn’t place it, you just knew that it felt wrong. Especially when they were innocent people. They were usually innocent, your cybernetic told you that much. But your programing stated that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and would therefore compromise the mission and Hydra. 

Sometimes, your mind would think that what you were doing was wrong. Sometimes you stopped what you were doing completely as you fought to keep a grip on a sanity that seemed more natural to you, though wherever you disobeyed, you were strapped to that chair again and experimented with until they made progress in a way that could get you to comply without fault. 

You moved stealthily towards the door; it was heavy and made of metal. You could hear voices behind it, muffled by the thickness of the steel. You could place around three or four, and the sound of keyboards clattering away. 

Reaching into the pocket of your suit, you pulled out a small device. It was round and attached onto the electronic mechanism of the door. Stepping back, you allowed it to work, listening to it whirr away and raising your dual pistols. When the device let out a burst of electricity and the door flung open, a set of heads turned towards you. You saw their names flash across your vision. Names, aliases, records, articles, all sorts of information that you processed and stored within your brain in seconds. It was the dark haired man who’s name failed to show up on your database that made you frown. If he was an avenger, surely Hydra would have something on him. You contemplated for a split second, before remembering your objective. 

Before they had a chance to move, you had released a round or bullets into the room. Most, although accurately placed, ricocheted off of the trained soldiers armour or shields. One however found itself within the shoulder of a redheaded woman. Gunting in discomfort, she dropped, manoeuvring herself around the room to cut you off from the data. You tried to turn, only to collide with a tall blond. You ducked, rolling across the floor to escape his swing. You fired at him, but it was blocked by his circular shield. Turning to move, you came face to face with the woman again, blood dribbling from her shoulder. You backed away, trying to find a gap between the circle they had created around you. And that was when you realised you were trapped. Then, something blunt hit the back of your head.

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The first thing you noticed when you awoke was that you weren’t lying on the cold floor. Instead you were chained to a hospital bed by a tight cuff secured just above the hydra insignia they had messily branded into your skin. There were tiny sicker-like pads pressed to your temples, monitoring your brain activity. They made you feel like a child again; helpless with no control. 

 The man who wouldn’t show up on your database was watching you from afar, leaning against the doorway with his metal arm folded over his other. You could see the angry scarring around it under the top he was wearing. It was similar to the ones on your face and your spine. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes and he tilted his head, studying your movements. You tried searching the database again for him, assuming that in the action your cybernetic scanners had failed to pick anything up, but once again his profile came up blank. 

“Who are you?! You asked, furrowing your brow. Too many thoughts raced across your mind. If you were the enemy, why hadn’t they killed you?

The man frowned, inching hesitantly into the room. His moments were precarious as though he was trying not to frighten you. “You don’t remember me?”

That voice… you knew that voice. He had spoken to you before, a long, long time ago. 

“Bucky..?” You queried. There was a name you hadn’t heard in a while. A name you unknowingly had yearned for everyday since he left you.

He smiled at you gently. You weren’t sure how you had really pictured him from the other side of the wall, but you weren’t disappointed. He had this gentle look about him as he watched you, though hidden behind it was a haunted look that only someone who had seen the worst could have. “Yeah Doll. It’s me.”

“You left.”

“I know, doll. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave without you but I had no choice.”

You sighed. “Why am I here, Buck? Why didn’t they just shoot me when they had the chance.”

“Because, Barnes is one annoying man.” Another voice chimed in from the doorway. He was an older man with tired eyes. He had a small beard too which sat below the hair above his upper lip. “He thinks that we can help you, like we helped him. Although, I don’t know if you deserve that considering you broke into our home, shot one of our agents and tried to take all of our data. Nat should make a full recovery, by the way.” He added just to jest. 

“Stark-”

“You know I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to get torn apart and pit back together over and over and turned into some weapon. I didn’t ask to be one of their little toys.”

Tony pursed his lips. Hot tears streamed down your face as years of your life replayed on loop in your mind. This feeling was something so foreign to you. You didn’t know how to comprehend it. Bucky faltered as he watched your mind fight itself, as you fought between what felt right and what you were told was right.

“Fourteen years. Fourteen years of pain and loneliness. Fourteen years of my life that I will never get back because they were spent being forced to do things that I never asked to do.”

Tony pondered for a moment, gaze lingering on Bucky. He saw how tender he was with you. He knew that Barnes could sympathise with you better than anyone could. They had given him a chance, so why were you any different?

“Call T'Challa.Tell him we need his help.”

Bucky beamed. After quickly reassuring you that he would be back shortly after your protests, he began to make his way down the hall, with a skip in his step. He couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you were going to get help. They were going to remove your programming, and you would be stripped of the confinement that Hydra had wrapped tightly around you like a boa constrictor. He knew that it would take time and effort, pain and trust, but he was willing to stand beside you for it all because he knew that slowly but surely, you would realise that you were safe. Slowly but surely, you would become you again. 

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<- DAY 15 ⛤ DAY 17 ->

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Note: I was listening to the song 14 years but guns n roses whilst I wrote this :)

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the chick from apartment 512 - ellie williams (3)

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femreader! x elliewilliams!

part two, here

wc: 2k+

content warning: explicit language, mentions of abuse

// initial summary: although your new neighborhood was a bit shady and the apartment elevator made an eerie sound whenever it'd start up, it was all you could afford. move in day proved to be better than expected when you caught sight of your new neighbor. her auburn hair and green eyes seemed to be all the proof that you needed, to know that this new chapter of your life would be worth paying attention to and not just skimming over. //

// author's note: it's a close tie for the dina and jesse content!! i have compromised and minimized the scene with my two lovebirds. i love all of you and hope you guys enjoy and have an amazing day/night <33 //

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"all i'm saying is that yellow does not look good with green." dina sighed as she placed a jar of kimchi in the grocery kart. "maybe if she'd spend less time kissing derek's ass and more time planning out her outfits, she'd wouldn't give everyone in the office a migraine first thing in the morning."

jesse listened attentively to dina's rant as he pushed the cart. you followed closely beside them, lost in your own thoughts. ellie was coming over today. the girl from across the hall, the one with auburn hair, green eyes, and a slit near the corner of her eyebrow. the girl you barely knew but hoped to befriend. "earth to (y/n)." dina waved a hand in front of your face.

you snapped back to reality. "oh, hm?"

"were you even listening to me?"

"yeah, yeah." you said as you tried recalling what she said. "you're jealous that kaitlyn got promoted and you didn't, i got it."

jesse laughed as dina smacked your arm. "no, i am not! her outfits are actually horrendous. it just so also happens to be fact that derek chose her over me to run the world events section of our magazine."

"right, total coincidence." you nudged her playfully as you walked past her to grab two things of ben and jerry's.

jesse watched as you placed the items in the cart and then looked back at dina. he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making his wife grin. "aw, you're so thoughtful... for me?"

you scoffed as you already told her and jesse about your plans with ellie later. "shut up."

"no, it's cute.” dina said. “ben and jerry's isn't cheap. it’s like seven dollars a pint. this girl must be really special.”

“i already told you, we’re only hanging out as friends.” you reminded dina.

“hey, i never said otherwise.” she shot her hands up defensively. “but now that we’re on the subject of dating, do you have your eyes set on anyone at the moment?”

you placed a box of generic pepperoni pizza in the cart, not needing much time to think about the question. “no, not really.”

“what about joy?” dina referred to a coworker you briefly went out with.

“two bottoms don’t make a top, d.” jesse muttered as he scratched the back of his neck.

“fuck you.” you laughed. “i’m a switch. don’t disrespect me like that again.”

jesse and dina laughed. “but come on, joy?”

“what? i liked joy. she was sweet.” the trio pulled into one of the self-checkout registers.

“no, no, she was okay.” jesse shrugged as he began ringing up their items. “stacy on the other hand,” jesse turned his neck to face you. “now she was a keeper.”

“uh, no, she was a total bitch.” dina cursed. “she legit told me to 'tone it down' that one time we took (y/n) to the bar for her birthday. i mean, sorry for my overly excited behavior but i was drunk and grateful that my best friend had made it another year."

“dina, you literally pushed her off of (y/n) when it was time to blow out the candles.” jesse reminded the lightweight girl.

dina shrugged it off as she crossed her arms. “well, since they ended up not working out, we don’t have to worry about cropping stacy out of (y/n)’s birthday pictures now, do we?”

a small chuckle left your lips. "you guys are hilarious."

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as soon as ellie found a parking spot, she quickly got out of her car and raced inside the apartment building. one hand clutched a bouquet of flowers as the other looked for the time on her phone.

5:47 p.m.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." ellie cursed. she wanted so desperately to change out of her drenched clothes and take a shower before seeing you, but she was already late. late over something so stupid. her phone began to ring, it was her sister. ellie hesitated before answering it as she got on the elevator.

"what, sarah?" her voice was harsh and held a bit of bitterness.

"i'm sorry about what happened." she cried. "it's my fault, i shouldn't have said what i said. god, i'm so stupid."

ellie felt her bottom lip throb at the pain that radiated from the cut that sat there. "how many times do i have to tell you, sarah, it's not your fault. i honestly don't want to talk about this right now, i got shit to do but i'll call you in the morning. okay?"

"ellie, i'm sorry." sarah apologized again.

a moment of silence lingered between the two sisters before the elevator came to a stop. ellie held back the emotions that begged to come out as she tightened her grip around the phone. "i'll call you tomorrow."

after hanging up, she nervously walked up to your front door. her fist floated in the air as she contemplated weather it'd still be a good idea to come over. rain paddled harshly against the bay window, helping her soothe the nerves and adrenaline coursing through her veins. better late than never, right?

you slightly flinched at the sound of rough knocking coming from your front door. your heart jumped at the idea of ellie finally arriving. for a long while there you began to think she had stood you up. your feet found themselves rushing towards the door. "hey, (y/n), it's ellie. i know i'm a little late, i'm sorry."

you opened the door, a blank look on your face. "a little? try almost an hour."

ellie smiled at the fact that you still decided to open the door. to her, you seemed like the kind of girl with high standards. one slip up and you were put in the doghouse. "i know and again i'm sorry, it's just i was at my sister's house for my niece's birthday an-"

ellie tried explaining herself, making sure to spare the actual important details. you tried paying attention to what she was saying but your eyes immediately latched on to the pink bruise below one of her eyes and then to the cut on her bottom lip. you instinctively stepped forward and grabbed her face. "what the hell happened to you?"

ellie was taken aback by the sudden gesture. your hands were as gentle and nurturing as the look in your eyes and the tone in your voice. she wanted to pull away but couldn't find it in herself to actually move. "i- um- i-"

if you weren't so concerned over the damage to ellie's face, you would've teased her for the stuttering. your hand reached for her wrist as you pulled her in. once you had locked the front door, you dragged ellie to your bathroom. "wait here." you told her.

ellie sat the flowers on your sink as she looked around. her attention was caught by a drawing hung up on the outer part of the door. it looked like a little kid did it, their name was even signed at the bottom. ellie knew you didn't have kids, she surely would've seen one by now. maybe you had nieces and nephews too?

you returned to the bathroom a few moments later, with your first aid kit. "oh, that's not necessary." ellie tried assuring you.

"who's the nurse here?" you sarcastically responded before setting the kit down on the sink... next to the flowers. a faint smile maneuvered its way onto your lips as you reached for it. "are these for me?"

ellie sighed, looking disappointedly at the ragged bouquet of flowers. "they looked better when i first bought them," her eyes then looked into yours. "i swear, it's just the stupid rain ruined them."

"no, it's fine. it's the gesture that counts." you played with one of the lose pedals. "though i got to say, it's not a very appropriate gift to get a friend."

ellie chuckled as you took out a packet of disinfected wipes, a tube of rubbing cream and a small bandage from the kit. "their just flowers, not a ring." you moved to stand right in front of her.

"well, what if i wanted a ring instead?" you joked as you grabbed her chin.

"then, i'd scream and run the other direction." she half-heartedly joked back.

you let out a small laugh as you dried ellie's face with a paper towel. "not the commitment type, huh?"

"not at all..." ellie answered truthfully. your hand dropped her face for only a second as you ripped open a packet to one of the disinfected wipes.

"that explains a lot." you went back to holding her face. she slightly winced as you carefully brushed the wipe on her cut.

"what do you mean?" she mumbled against your touch.

"well, i'm not home much but when i am..." you discarded the old wipe and opened the rubbing cream. "i hear just the weirdest and most heartbreaking things come from the hallway when i'm anywhere near my door."

"weird and heartbreaking?" ellie repeated. "like what?"

"hmm, let's see." you rubbed some of the cream on her bruised cheekbone. the closeness was enough to get ellie riled up, not even you could deny how succulent and full her lips looked under your fluorescent lights. "ellie, open your door. ellie, why are you ignoring my calls and text? ellie, are you seeing other people? ellie, promise me i'm the only girl you're seeing right now or we're over!"

you mimicked the voices of all the girls who found themselves crawling back to the chick from apartment 512. ellie laughed, a blush creeping up on her cheeks. "i like the way you say my name. you should say it more often.”

you scoffed as you reached for the bandage and opened it, a smile still rested well and evident on your mouth. you kept quiet as you placed the bandage on the part of the cut the surpassed her lips. you took a second to analyze ellie's face, taking in the dark beauty that stood before you. "all better."

ellie balled up her fist when you stepped back. the urge to pull you in was hardly bearable. she thought back to all the girls she slept with before and imagined you taking their place. was it so wrong that you two met just the other day and she was already thinking about making you scream her name for everyone on your floor to hear?

"do you want some ice cream?" you came back after putting your kit away.

"huh?" the girl stood straight up.

"ice cream? i have ben and jerry's." you repeated.

ellie chuckled at the fact that she was thinking about all the dirty ways she could mark up your body and then here you were, asking her if she wanted ice cream after fixing up her boo boo’s. you drew in your eyebrows as your smile fell, not knowing what was so funny. "what? do you not like ice cream?"

ellie scrunched her nose. "what kind of a psycho doesn’t like ice cream?”

you smiled again, feeling relieved. "thank god, for a second there i thought i was gonna have to kick you out." your eyes analyzed her damped state. if it was you in her shoes, your sensory issues would've been off the walls. "but if you want, you can go home and get yourself cleaned up?"

"you sure?" ellie questioned. "i was already late, i don't want to keep wasting your time."

you waved her off. "no, it's fine. just looking at the way your jacket is clinging to your arms is making my skin crawl."

"oh, really?" ellie smirked.

you chuckled, beginning to find ellie's flirtatious comments humorous. "not like that. now go and get cleaned up. i wanna know the crazy story behind your beat-up face."

"i'd rather not traumatize you with the details." ellie replied, not really wanting to relive them either.

"okay, that's fine." you shrugged as you crossed your arms. "at least tell me who won."

the auburn-haired girl smiled smugly, remembering the mangled state she left her brother-in-law in. "well, i just hope, for his sake, that he lives across from a doctor."

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part four, here

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Round IV of an Excerpt from The One True School Master of Vault 41

Let’s just say I was inspired by Soman’s short story, “The Prince’s Club.”

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“Yes,” she reasserted. “You’re dead. I know it. I’ve proved it again and again, every single time I’ve doubted it. Just because my senses are telling me you’re real doesn’t mean I can trust them or you. This hallucination will not undermine the truth. You can’t exist. You only exist in my head. You’re a product of my mind.”

Rafal decided to defer to her for the time being. “Well then, while I'm still here, as long as I last, for my temporary stay in… your head, why argue? Why not make the most of the time we have? And, why bother to send me away? Am I not fit to hold a simple conversation with you?”

“You inhabit my dreams and nightmares,” she scorched. “That’s it! I’m still not awake.”

“Really? What is it that you dream of, when you dream of me?”

“Ah, well… it usually vacillates between you kissing me and me killing you,” Sophie confided.

“What else? Go on,” Rafal prompted, treading lightly. “ I want to know.”

Sophie hesitated. “All right.” She looked away from him, and began her recitation.

“There have been others, far more bizarre ones, I suppose. Er, in one, I refused your ring and you jumped to your death. You’ve fed me to Stymphs, you’ve imprisoned me in an enormous bird cage, you’ve chained me to the ground by my ankles, and I don’t know why, it was not the worse one by far, but I wept, and you told me to shut up because you had a migraine. I kept sobbing, and finally, you handed me a pike and told me to run you through the head because you couldn’t take it anymore. You’ve driven a letter opener through my throat because you weren’t having enough reading my mind as it was and thought you could pry open my vocal cords and cut out my tongue. You’ve… ahem, taken me down with a literal scythe, you’ve flown me into the center of the sun… and uh, you’ve serenaded me with a lute while wearing these horrendously obsequious pantaloons. I was wearing a lovely, lavender hennin, decked with tulle in that one. Some of my classmates pelted you with spoiled fruit. And, in another, I stood by while Tedros carved out your eyes and then turned you into a stone statue for Merlin's Menagerie. I cleaved off your ears because you hadn’t listened to me about getting a haircut. Agatha did not partake in your mutilation, but she did cheer exuberantly. Can’t blame her though—it wasn’t the real Agatha. Then, I planted a pomegranate tree in your honor. That nightmare was rather lurid. It still haunts me. Come to think of it, your hair does fall into your eyes. I think it would look better if it hit a bit higher above your brows. Yet another time, you were unspeakably upset for no particular reason, stamped your foot until you opened a rift in the ground, tore yourself into two like you were made of gingerbread, and then, the split parts fell through the earth. I was also mad because you’d eaten the honeycomb for one of my beauty routines, but I didn’t get upset like you did,” she accused. “Another night, I tied you to a bedpost and gagged you with a satin pincushion. You looked quite comical, but wouldn’t stop mumbling. My nails were bloody and I had torn cuticles for some reason. I think you ruined my manicure. And all the Old villains and the New students besieged you and got a good whack in while you were restrained, and the whole bed frame creaked until the bed collapsed on itself. You’d broken free from the binds, splintering the wood. You blew them to ashes. Then, you put me in a glass bauble. Everything looked colorful and distorted, and I think I must’ve died of suffocation because I don’t seem to recall the rest. One night, we sat atop the framework of a gallows where the waxen corpses were still strung up, with very fine sewing thread, no less, and you told me you thought my glass slippers were a laughingstock and that I was no match for Cinderella. Then you smoked a pipe. We went ice-skating, and you fell through the solid ice and simply disappeared. Or was that the one where you drowned in a pit of ashes, compressed into diamond dust that I used to decorate the borders of my stationary with? All that aside, I laughed and then some force sucked me down after you, as if it were a portal to Hell. Agatha grew wings and tried to save me to no avail. I swallowed the glacial water and, and, um… then I woke up. And… uh, that’s most all of them. The recent ones, at least.”

She pinked egregiously, and glanced back at him nervously to gauge his reaction.

Rafal wore an exaggerated scowl, to keep his laughter at bay, and he’d bitten down on his lip hard, dribbling blood. He wiped the blood on his sleeve.

Sophie curled her lips at the sight of yet another stain, but it didn’t truly matter because his jacket was already doused in blood.

Rafal cleared his throat breathlessly, and tried to speak, but no words came out. He started again. “Hmm… well then. That confirms you’re a Reader.” Disarmed, he scratched his neck as it reddened.

“Yes,” she agreed awkwardly.

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Any reactions anyone? And did you catch the references I made? I’d love to get concrit on this one.

[criceofpain]

swim | sim jaeyun (edited and reposted)

summary: you invite jake for a quick little splash...

pairing: jake x fem!reader

genre: smut, a tinge of fluff at the very end

word count: 1326

warnings: usage of pet names ("daddy" and "baby"), semi-public sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, minimal impact play

“Still can’t sleep?” your boyfriend whispers from the other line, almost sending shivers to your whole body.

It was 2 in the morning. You lay flat on your bed, restlessly staring at the plain white ceiling above you. The two cups of coffee you downed while pulling an all-nighter for your final papers somehow slipped away from your thoughts, now leaving you wondering why your eyes were wide awake at this hour. Even listening to Jake’s soft voice from the other line was to no avail, not making you budge a bit.

“I'm kinda bored right now, baby.” you mutter, a hand slowly making its way to your chest. You wished it was his. “Did I disturb your peaceful sleep, hmm?”

“Nah, I'm still kinda hyper.” Jake replies, followed by a small yawn which you respond to with a small giggle. Cutie. You close your eyes and give one of your breasts a gentle squeeze, eliciting a small whimper. He chuckles in amusement. “Is my baby in need of care right now?”

You whimper again, this time louder. A hand sneaks under your thin silk shorts, feeling for that spot where you needed him the most. you shut your eyes again. Images of him ramming his cock inside your tight cunt, body glistening with sweat, head thrown back formed in your head as you rub your clit with your rough finger pad. You draw out a long deep breath that is purposely loud so that your boyfriend can hear it from the other line.

“Stop touching yourself.” Jake says sternly, almost like a whisper. “I'm sneaking out. Don't piss me off, baby.”

He abruptly ends the call, and you freeze. Instead of feeling as if he left you dry and high, your chest swells with anticipation as your plan on getting your man to fuck you in the middle of the night worked.

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Jake has snuck out of his room and to the back entrance of your residence, and what welcomes him is a sight worth seeing.

He spots you sitting by the swimming pool with you looking down at the water and your feet submerged in it. Seeing your whole self drenched, a tiny gasp leaves his mouth upon seeing you only in your nightgown and nothing else. He was confused why you would suddenly go swimming at this hour, but the way the silk fabric clung to your curves distracted him from such thoughts. The mild migraine he was having gradually subsided, however, a hard-on started to form in his pants at that moment. 

“Haven’t touched myself yet.” you whisper to him. He chuckled, taking off his shirt and sweats. you grin at the sight of the tent that’s formed under his boxers, lowering yourself in the water. “Can I get daddy started?” you whisper, running a cold hand up his clothed cock.

He replies with a guttural moan, looking down at your pleading eyes. Fuck. He wouldn’t be able to resist you pleading for him.

“I'll take that as a yes.” you giggle, pulling down his boxers, setting his aching erection free. You marvel at the sight of his tip, and you immediately press your warm tongue against it.

“Ah, fuck.” he sighed, placing a gentle hand behind your head, pushing his cock in your mouth further. You grip the handrail as you tried to keep a steady pace, and your other hand was about to touch your aching sex, not until your boyfriend pulls it and places it in his thigh. “I told you to not touch yourself, didn’t i?”

You pull away from his cock, licking his tip again. “Alright, grumpy pants.” you pout against him, stroking him with your free hand.

Jake was nearing his high when he suddenly lifts you out of the pool and pulls your nightgown off of you, revealing your glistening naked body that he so wanted to fill with marks. He lays you flat down in the cold, pebbled concrete and spreads your legs, revealing the spot where you needed him the most. Without a word, he latches his tongue on your clit and pushes two fingers inside your pussy. You react with the most beautiful whimper he has heard in his life.

“So wet for me already.” he smirked, circling his tongue along the sensitive nub. Your legs shake as he proceeds with his actions, a hand going down to grip his hair. “Please, I need you… I need more.”

His free hand reaches up your breasts, feeling for your perked nipples. Once he’s got a grip of it, he pinches it. The feel of his rough fingertips along your breasts has you stifling moans. A hand instinctively reaches to cup your mouth but Jake unfortunately pulls it away. You didn’t want your neighbors judging you the next day.

“Let me hear it, Y/N. '' His fingers moved at a faster pace, only for him to retract it again. You whine at the loss of contact, not until he practically shoves his fingers in your mouth, making you taste your own arousal. “Such a good girl for me.”

He sweeps you off of the concrete, and props himself to the patio chair. The sight of him manspreading with his cock straight up was enough to make you come right then and there. “You look so fuckable right now, Jakey.” you blurt out, still gazing at him as he gives himself some slow strokes.

“So do you, baby.” he laughs softly, motioning you to come closer. “Ride me.”

You immediately get on top of him, slowly pushing his cock inside you, letting him fill you up with his length and girth. You draw out a loud moan, much to Jake's satisfaction. He watches in amusement as his cock disappears inside your tight cunt, causing himself to groan.

“Move.” he commands, to which you immediately your hips. The way his tip hits your sweet spot has you breathing sporadically and clenching all around him. 

“My baby was so bored, huh?” he mutters under his breath, slapping one of your ass cheeks with his strong hand. you cry out his name as he watches your breasts bounce in the dim patio lights. “Couldn’t keep her hands to herself, wanting to be fucked so bad.”

You find yourself mindlessly nodding at his statements, throwing your head back as he squeezes your breasts harshly. “You want my babies so bad, huh? Wanna be filled up by me?” 

You vigorously nod again as you place a hand on his chest, keeping yourself from losing balance. His thrusts become more rushed and uneven as you were both reaching your highs. you throw your body against him, lock your lips with his in a heated kiss. 

You tighten your grip on his shoulders desperately as you feel a knot tightening in your stomach. “I'm so close, Jake.” you moan loudly, feeling his seed inside you spurt out, eventually triggering your orgasm.

Your hips slow down as you both ride out your highs, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you feel his warm hands along your spine. The rise and fall of his chest was like a hammock rocking you to sleep, but you try your best to stay awake and marvel at his beauty.

“You wanna go skinny dipping?” Jake suggests, pulling out his now flaccid cock from you. 

You lift your head up and give him a questioning look. “Don’t you have, like, a schedule for tomorrow?” 

He shakes his head and places a kiss on your forehead. “the whole soccer team can go fuck themselves. I'm staying here with you.”

You were genuinely surprised at his change of attitude, but you shake it off and just let him make up the lost time for you. “I love you, babes.”

“I love you more, baby.” he replies, carrying you to the outdoor shower as you rest in his chest.

a/n: proofreading this work was half nostalgic and half embarrassing tbh. this was the very first smut fic i posted upon joining enhablr and reading through it now reminds me of how much i've grown 🤩 however, i did make some changes... and i hope you guys still love it!

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𝑨 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝑵𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏 “𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓“ 𝑷𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

an: a silly little lifeweaver fic that no one asked for (i want him so bad). enjoy!

You tiredly staggered into your small apartment and let out a deep sigh. Finally, you were back home from what seemed like the longest work shift ever. Your feet ached and your mind was frazzled by the overwhelming amount of rude people. Dealing with ignorant and disrespectful customers was not your strong suit.

You tittered on the edge of a migraine and rubbed at your temples while hastily kicking off your shoes. Making your way to the couch, you wanted nothing more than to relax and enjoy the night.

And who a better person to spend it with than him.

Niran quietly walked into the living room, coming from the bedroom to investigate the sudden noise. He chuckled softly when he saw you laying face down on the couch, one arm hanging off of the cushion. A warm smile painted his face as he stepped towards you, his footsteps lightly pattering against the carpet.

A gentle and warm hand touched down on your back, landing flat and rubbing up and down soothingly.

“Rough day at work, dear?”

You nodded against the cool surface of the couch, sighing contentedly as Niran’s hand rubbed out the knots in your lower back. You turned your head to peek up at him, half of your face smushing into the cushion. He wore a pretty grin that made you tiredly smile up at him.

“I’ll go make some tea, love. You lay right there and look beautiful.”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Almost ten minutes later, you were still laying on the couch. Your eyes were half closed and you were about to succumb to sleep when the sound of light footsteps brought you back. You slowly opened your eyes and watched as Niran set down two cups of warm tea on the table in front of you.

“Sit up, love. Tell me about your day.”

With the help of your lovely boyfriend, you got into a comfortable sitting position next to him. He leaned forward and carefully grabbed your cup, handing it to you. You took it from his hands and blew on it before taking a small sip. The warmness of it made you significantly more awake and you smiled to yourself. One of Niran’s arms wrapped around you and you rested your head on his chest.

“Alright, now what happened at work today?”

You sighed and closed your eyes for a second, the memories of today's events flooding into your mind. Your tea sat comfortably in both hands as you started speaking.

“Well, two of our registers shut down at the same time. Tons of people were waiting in each line and half of them wouldn’t stop complaining. Not to mention there were only four of us working at the time. This lady threw a fit like it was our fault they went down. I was on my feet the entire time and my back was aching from carrying heavy loads. It was hot and humid and exhausting and I-“

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s over now. You got through it.”

You hadn’t noticed your voice growing louder with each passing second until Niran stopped you, rubbing your arm delicately. You took a deep breath and let it out, calming your mind and listening to Niran whisper sweetly into your ear.

“Customer service isn’t for the weak, darling. It takes a lot of mentality to do that, and because you’re so strong, you get through it. Ha, I could never work in customer service. I’d give them the same attitude back and get myself fired. And hey, it’s the weekend now, so you don’t work! We can sleep in and relax all day tomorrow.”

He placed a small kiss on your forehead and affectionately squeezed you closer to him. You chuckled and tilted your head to give him a hearty smile. He always knew just what to say to make you feel better, and you couldn’t be any more grateful.

“That would be lovely, Niran. Thank you. Ugh, I’m starving now. I’m gonna go get my leftovers.”

Niran didn’t say anything, slowly unwrapping his arm from around your shoulders. You sat your tea on the table and patted his leg affectionately, giving him a small smile before standing up. You walked into the kitchen and made a beeline for the fridge, where the leftovers from last night’s dinner awaited you. Opening the refrigerator door, you set your eyes on where you had put the container last night.

Except the container wasn’t there anymore.

You narrowed your eyes slightly and made a confused face before looking around inside. Maybe it got moved around somewhere? Niran must’ve put it in a different spot and you just weren’t seeing it yet. But after almost a minute of searching, you still didn’t find the leftovers. Shutting the refrigerator, you turned around to call out to Niran.

“Hey, love? Where are the-“

Turning around, your eyes landed on the kitchen table, where a container stared back at you, empty. You stopped midway through your sentence, standing lifeless in the middle of the kitchen. Those weren’t your leftovers, were they? Upon closer look, you saw a fork laying next to it, and what appeared to be little crumbs of yesterday's dinner.

You entered the living room again, your face expressionless and dark. Niran sat on the couch still, looking anxious with a nervous smile. A guilty smile. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before you slowly opened your mouth. You spoke calmly, but it was monotone and quiet.

“Niran, did you eat my food?”

He recognized your blank expression and quickly jumped up, putting his hands out in front of him defensively.

“I-It isn’t what it looks like! I swear!”

That’s all you needed to hear before you lunged for him.

“Niran Pruksamanee, you are so dead!”

As soon as you took a step forward, he yelped and clumsily took a step back, almost tripping over his own two feet. He quickly rounded the couch, standing behind it while you were in front of it. His throat bubbled up with nervous giggles, the smile growing wider and guiltier looking. His eyes pleaded for forgiveness on their own, but you were having none of it.

You shifted towards the right side of the couch and Niran moved to the left side, keeping both of his hands on the end of the furniture. You stared intently at him, your gaze fierce and sparkling with a sense of mischief Niran had seen before. And it usually didn’t end well for him.

“Wait wait wahahait! Please, l-let’s just talk about this!”

“Ohh no no no” you started, “you’ve said enough.”

Instead of chasing Niran around the couch and going back and forth, you got the idea to jump over it instead. When Niran was standing behind the middle of it, you quickly leaped over the couch. With a shriek, Niran pivoted around the couch and took off down the hallway. You had to contain a laugh from his girlish scream and quickly ran after him.

Since the apartment was small, there wasn’t much space to run around everywhere. You were able to use that to your advantage and catch up to him pretty quickly. He made a beeline for the bedroom and just before he could reach it, you jumped onto his back. He yelped and lurched forward. One of his hands came up to make sure you didn’t fall. He was already in enough trouble and didn’t want to add fuel to the fire if you got injured.

You wrapped one of your arms around his neck, careful not to choke him, and put the other one around his torso. Your hand rested on his hip and felt him tense underneath you. Niran poured out pretty giggles and shook his head, trying to walk toward the bed. You smirked and brought your lips close to his ear.

“You can speak in laughs for me, pretty boy.”

Deciding not to waste any more time, you instantly went in for the kill. Your thumb latched onto his hip bone and pressed in, your other fingers sneaking to the back of his side and mercilessly squeezing. Niran was in hysterics immediately and let out beautiful laughter. You knew that this was one of his worst spots, and you also knew that he deserved no mercy.

You already felt him crumbling underneath your hip squeezes and watched as his knees buckled. He slowly fell to the ground and you used this as an opportunity to get him onto his back. You quickly got off of his back and fought his defending hands to get the upper hand.

With a few more squeezes to his waist, you managed to lay him on the floor face up and straddle his waist. You gathered his wrists in your hand and held them above his head, basking in the giggles that spilled from his mouth. Now that he could see your face, you put on your best angry look and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Any last words, thief?”

“I hahahave to admit, it was pretty gohohoohahaHAHhaha!”

Your fingers landed on his side, rapidly pinching up and down. He threw his head back against the floor with a bright smile, laughter barreling through his chest. His arms tried to crash down against his sides, but you managed to keep them up. Behind you, his legs kicked out uselessly and he stomped his feet against the carpet.

“I can’t believe,” you pinched his hip, earning another squeal, “that you would eat MY leftovers. I mean who does that?!”

Niran shook his head through loud and hiccupy laughter. You watched as he scrunched his nose and crinkled his eyes out of reflex. It took everything in you not to show the big smile that was hiding behind the ‘bad cop’ facade. His laugh was as sweet as gold and glazed in honey. His small hiccups and wheezes were only one of your favorite things about it. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

And what a perfect opportunity to hear it in all its beauty!

“Nohohohahahaha! I’m-hah! Ihihi’m sahahahahaharry!”

You shook your head and tsked, bringing your hand up to his ribs and prodding in random spots.

“Nuh-uh. It’s too late for apologies. You should’ve thought about that before you decided to steal”

Niran squirmed around like a fish out of water and squeaked at each prod to his lower ribs. His lower ribs were more sensitive than his higher ones and you made sure to take your time to find each sensitive spot. You were methodical and fast-paced as you dug your fingers into each bone, watching his reactions intently.

Usually, when you and Niran got into playful attacks, you started slow and teasing. You would lightly trace his waistline to make him giggle and move to his sides to get a few squeals out. Those fights had a ninety-nine percent chance of ending with you on the ground a laughing mess, as Niran was always one to seek revenge right after.

But you made sure to change your tactics tonight. Starting with hip squeezes always made him a crumbled mess on the floor. Boisterous and bubbly laughter flowed out of him like an open ocean. His wide smile was bright enough to light a thousand rooms. You enjoyed the way you could make him squirm beneath you with a simple prod to one of his most ticklish spots. Continuing on the rougher side would tire him out quicker, so your chances of ending up in his spot were slim.

“Ihihihit’s nohohot stealing if Ihihihi mahade it!”

“Okay, fair point. But it still doesn’t give you the right to eat it without even asking!”

Niran was lost in laughter at that point. Your fingers skittered up to the backs of his ribs. He tried turning his body to the opposite side, but your wiggling fingers followed, not once letting up. You noticed him trying to form words and quickened your fingers. A snort escaped him and you couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on your lips.

“Hmm? What was that you were trying to say, thief?”

“IHIHIhihi’m sahahrry! I’m sorry, pahaha-please!”

“Please what, huh?”

Before he could get anything else out, you climbed your fingers back down and spidered them onto his stomach. He sucked in a breath, and you felt him tense underneath your hand. His laughter dropped to high-pitched giggles and you thought this was the perfect time for some teasing.

“You know, I’ve had a very stressful and long day today. I couldn’t wait to get home and eat my oh-so-delicious leftovers and relax with my oh-so-beautiful man. But come to find out, you had eaten them all! Do you not love me anymore? Are you against me somehow?!”

He was about to giggle and wheeze out a response when you shushed him, giving a squeeze to the side of his stomach. Any words about to come out of his mouth were quickly replaced with a bark of laughter.

“Ah ah, I said no apologies. Looks like I’ll just have to find something else to eat. I could really go for some fruit right now. Do you know what kind, Niran?”

His eyes almost shot out of his head at hearing your words. He blabbered out pleas’ and scrambled to pull his hands down. In his giggly and weakened state, he wasn’t able to get far in bringing them down and laughed louder in anticipation. You smirked down at him and tried not to laugh at his nervousness. You stopped skittering your nails against his stomach and slowly pulled his loose shirt up until his stomach was fully shown. You watched as it quivered underneath your fingers and smirked down at him.

“I could go for some raspberries! And I see an oh-so-beautiful man,” you trailed your eyes down to his stomach and gasped, “with an oh-so ticklish tummy all for me!”

“No no noho no! Pla-plehehease! Nahahaha, Ihihi CAHAhahahn’t!”

Niran’s laughter got more frantic as his squirming increased. Instantly, you lowered your mouth to his stomach and blew a raspberry. He screamed and threw his head back, falling into a never-ending pit of never-ending laughter. His legs kicked and hit the floor repeatedly. You blew raspberry after raspberry until his laugh was barely audible, his smile threatening to split his face in half.

You decided to give him a break when you saw the darkest shade of maroon paint his cheeks and tears form in his eyes. You sat up and smiled down at him, keeping your grip around his wrists. He sputtered out giggles with a big grin and took in deep breaths, his chest heaving up and down. Your hand came up to his face and he flinched, giggling even louder and attempting to move his head away. You cooed and teased him.

“Aw, did you think I was gonna tickle you again? Stop giggling and hold still!”

Niran relaxed a little when your hand wiped the small tears from the sides of his cheeks. You caressed your thumb against his face and booped his nose, earning a tiny giggle as a reward. You grinned and lowered your hand to his neck, fluttering your fingers against the side of it. He squealed and twisted his head, trying to evade your ticklish touches.

“You’re just too ticklish for your own good, Niran. Look at how flustered you are!”

“Stahahahap teheheasing. I ca-ahahaha-can’t!”

“Can’t what?”

“Ihihi cahan’t tahake it!”

Your fingers moved back to his stomach and lightly skittered all across it, keeping him in a state of airy giggles and squeaks. The smirk on your face never faded.

“Awh, you can’t take the teasing? Or the tickling? Maybe both? Either way, I think you can! And I think you deserve it too.”

Niran shook his head and babbled out protests again. You giggled innocently and prodded his side a few times, basking in the precious laughter it gave you like he was the sun. Slowly and teasingly, your hand spidered up his side, making sure to hit all of his sensitive spots on the way up.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth and squirmed around. You smiled and brought your fingers up to his armpit. Niran squealed at the feeling and giggles escaped his mouth. They raised in volume when he noticed the evil look on your face and he shook his head wildly, his eyes begging yours not to continue.

“Ohoho gohohosh. Plehehease nohohot there!”

“Where? Here?” You poked his armpit with a single finger. “Or maybe here?” A squeeze to his ribs. “Or what about here?” A skitter of fingers on his neck. You left him a giggling mess on the floor. He was squeaking and squealing like a child and you loved every second of it.

“Ohh, you meant here!”

Quickly, you let go of Niran’s wrists and shot both of your hands into his armpits, scribbling your fingers into the hollows. Niran outright screamed and threw his head back, diving headfirst into cackles and snorts. His arms crashed down by his sides and his back arched before falling back down. He tightened the space between his arms and his torso, trapping your wiggling fingers further in his armpits.

“NAHAHAnohoho! Ohohohhoho my gahahahad! Stopstopstahahahap!”

His torso shook with mirth as you deepened your fingers, making sure no sensitive spot went untouched. You switched between digging in and lightly skittering, keeping him on edge the entire time. You poked, prodded, and wiggled your fingers wherever you could. Niran made it easier for you by giving you no room to take your hands out. You giggled with him (and at him) and leaned down to blow a raspberry against his neck, getting a shrill squeal out of him.

“IHIHIHI’M SAHAHORRY! I’m sahaharry! Nohohoho mohohohohore!”

“Are you really sorry?”

“YEHEHEHES! Mehehehercy!”

You stilled your fingers and hummed in thought, looking down at him curiously. Niran gasped for air and let out tiny hiccups of laughter. He slightly relaxed and you felt his arms loosen, so you flexed your fingers. He squealed and squeezed them to his sides again, giggling up a storm and breathing heavily. You laughed and maneuvered your hands out of his armpits, receiving a few squeals and chortles.

Niran hugged his torso and looked up at you with a face as red as an apple and a smile as bright as a star. His chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath. You rested your hands on his hips and scooted down to sit on his lower legs, spreading them open slightly. Your hands traveled to his thighs and stilled on top of them, massaging them gently to calm him down.

“Y’know, I’m not sure you’re really sorry. I think you need one last bit of convincing.”You smirked down at him and lowered your voice. “After all, you always have to make sure a thief is punished properly.”

Without letting Niran fully process what you said, you found vacancy on his inner thighs and squeezed rapidly and mercilessly. Niran almost ascended into the heavens with how hard he started laughing. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and threw his head back, kicking his legs out like a fish out of water. You knew how much of a bad spot this was for him and you had no shame in using it to your advantage.

Niran’s hands raced down to grab yours, but since he was so weak with laughter, he didn’t attempt to slap your hands away. Boisterous laughter turned into hiccups and shrieks the longer you continued. You kept one hand on his inner thigh to skitter all across it and brought the other one lower to his knee, where you repeatedly squeezed the top of it. The different sensations made him fall into silent laughter and you could tell he couldn’t take it for much longer.

“Do you promise not to eat my leftovers ever again?”

Niran nodded slowly, tears threatening to fall down his face again. His stomach ached from laughing so much and his cheeks were sore. His entire face was painted red and he barely attempted to squirm around, telling you he was at his limit. You grinned and stopped your merciless squeezing to lightly spider your fingers across the tops of his thighs.

“Are you one-hundred percent positive you will ask for permission next time? And not steal them?”

“YEHEHEhehehes! Just-ahahaha-stahahahap! Plehehehahah-“

You hummed in triumph and stopped tickling him for good. You got off of his legs and sat beside his head, running your fingers through his hair while he caught his breath. Residual giggles spilled from his lips and you giggled too, gently getting the knots out of his tangled hair. The two of you sat in silence for the next minute or so, the occasional giggle escaping him. When he could finally function again, he tilted his head up to look at you.

“Thahat was ehehevil and sadistic. I didn’t you hahad it in you.”

You shrugged your shoulders and chuckled, smiling proudly.

“I had to teach you a lesson didn’t I, love?”

“Yes, you did. And I promise I learned it!”

“Good, because you’re making me dinner now.”

Niran sighed with a soft smile on his face and nodded. You giggled and booped his nose before standing up and reaching a hand out to him. He took it with grace and you helped him off the ground, keeping a hand on his arm in case he got too dizzy. Once he stood up, the two of you made your way back into the living room. You took a seat on the couch and relaxed while Niran walked into the kitchen, starting dinner for the two of you. You turned on the television and got lost in a show playing.

About thirty minutes later, Niran walked into the living room with two plates full of your favorite food. He sat them down on the table in front of the couch and you excitedly sat up, bringing the table closer to you so you could eat. It smelled delicious and you couldn’t wait to dig in. You looked up at Niran with starry eyes and smiled.

“This looks amazing, love. Thank you.”

He grinned and sat down next to you, instantly starting to dig into his food. You did the same and moaned in delight at the taste. Niran grinned and put his fork on your plate, trying to sneak a piece of your meal onto his. You quickly grabbed your plate and moved it away from him, narrowing your eyes and smirking.

“No way, Niran! This is all mine.”

He laughed and held his hands up defensively.

“Okay, okay! I’m not allowed to take any of your food. Noted!”

After the two of you finished dinner and cleaned up the table, you both laid back on the couch together and watched the television. Niran wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You rested your head against his chest and brought your legs up to lay out on the couch. You felt so warm and safe around him, as he was like a big teddy bear.

A little while later, you two were still cuddling on the couch. Your focus was completely on the show, so you were distracted for the most part. A yawn from Niran broke you out of your focus and you looked up at him, a smile on your face. He softly grinned at you, tiredness evident in his eyes. You patted his chest and made a move to get up.

“Let’s go to bed, love.”

He nodded and brought a hand up to stifle another yawn. You chuckled and slowly started to break out of your cuddle with him, only to be gently pulled back down by a firm hand on your waist. You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised and noticed the small smirk on his face. He pulled you in closer so his lips were right beside your ear and he tiredly whispered.

“You’re lucky I’m too tired to get you back right now. You’re in for it tomorrow morning, darling.”

[gutsybitsies]

WIP draft from my Chthonian AU. This takes place after Tua famiglia, Mia famiglia. Timeline wise, this is after Annabeth arrives in Camp Jupiter and takes the quest, but before she returns victorious.

Ethan sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to stop the incoming migraine. Around him, the dryads and underworld nymphs argued about scheduling conflicts and activities room reservations. Half of the camp was still under construction, meaning that the dryads who taught Music Theory and Ancient Greek are competing with each other for activities space. Nico’s eyes had glazed over, meaning that even though he looked to be paying attention, he was fast asleep. 

Ethan frowned as he pulled Mabel and Oakely off of each other, why were underworld nymphs so ready to fight all the time? For the past few months, ever since Annabeth disappeared and that demigod Jason appeared, Nico had been gone longer and longer from their camp. 

Last night, he had mentioned privately to him and Alabaster that things were not looking good in the Underworld, and that he had to help out Hades ever since the Doors of Death were open. 

“Let the gods burn themselves! Who cares about the Giants, about Gaea, who cares about any of them?”

Nico groaned against the flat palms of his hands, squeezing his face as he tried not to fall asleep. The dark circles under his eyes looked haunting. “He’s my father, Al.”

“We are your family!” 

“This place can’t exist if Gaea wins, she’ll destroy us all.” 

“Not if we side-”

A tendril of shadow shot out and slapped itself against Alabaster’s lips, silencing him. 

Nico’s tired eyes had turned almost molten with darkness, and he turned to Alabaster with a dangerous glare. “I am the leader, I make the decisions, you listen to me, you report to me. And I say this: you don’t make any unauthorized decisions, you don’t step a foot outside the camp unless it’s been approved by Ethan, and you fucking. Shut. Up.”  

“If you ever so much as breathe a hint of what you were about to say just now,” Nico said quietly, as Alabaster struggled against the tendril of shadow keeping his mouth shut, “This camp would be burned to the ground before this new war is even over. You can’t be this fucking stupid, after everything we’ve been through to have somewhere we belong?” 

He broke free of the shadows, “I want victory-” 

“And I want everyone alive,” The shadows around the room moved ominously, before Nico gritted his teeth and consciously pulled back his powers. He kneaded his forehead, looking tiny and overwhelmed as he sat on the throne of sharp, sharp swords. “Fuck, Al. I just need you and Ethan to helm this place and keep everyone safe, okay? I can’t be worried about you causing someone to smite this place down because you can’t control your tongue.” 

Ethan kept his face calm as he nodded and gestured for Alabaster to calm down as well. 

“Don’t worry about us, Nico,” he said. “Go and do what you need to. But remember,” he tapped Nico’s shoulders. “Get to the infirmary and have your checkup.” 

Which led to Nico falling asleep with his eyes open during activities meeting. Eventually the exhaustion must have caught up to him, because he finally slumped over his chair and his head thumped onto the table.

After a healer mandated and Clovis supervised nap, Nico’s dark circles looked a little better, and there was even a hint of color back on his cheeks. He pulled Ethan aside to his cabin for a meeting before he had to leave again. 

“Ethan, I need you to watch over Al and the rest of the campers,” Nico said. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone this time, I have to go and find the Doors of Death. I can’t have him lead an uprising here or run his mouth off and get everyone killed. I’m going to have a meeting to tell everyone about Gaea and the Giants so that they don’t hear it from any other source.”

Ethan nodded, “Go easy on Al, he’s worried about you. He doesn’t want you to run ragged doing missions that no one will appreciate you for.” Ethan gave Nico a handful of charms that Alabaster threw at him. 

Nico rubbed his hands over his face, before taking a deep breath and putting on a determined look. “I know. All the more reasons to keep everyone safe. Rally everyone up.” 

After Ethan left him to be alone in his room, Nico sighed again, he’d been doing that a lot recently. He had just returned from New Rome and found an amnesiac Annabeth wandering around there. Her steely gray eyes tried to place him in her memories, and her normally neat dreadlocks were in a state of disrepair. Mars had given Annabeth a quest to free Thanatos from his chains, but there was more to do if they wanted to avert disaster. Nico was the only one able to go and find the Doors of Death, no one else would be able to go through the Underworld as freely as he could. 

Jason was giving him a hard time, as well. Ever since he figured out that he was a Roman demigod after his quest, he was trying to reach out to Nico as often as possible because according to him, "there was no way I haven't seen you before." Nico didn't know what to tell him, he definitely heard about Jason in New Rome, and Hazel had mentioned him before, but he truly had never stopped in New Rome long enough to actually meet the guy. He tried to explain that as much as possible, but Jason still found time to Iris message him as much as possible "to get his memories back." Nico definitely didn't enjoy their conversations, not at all.

He thought back to Jason's worried face when he told him about his journey to the Doors, and how it almost mirrored Ethan and Alabaster's expressions. One more person to care about him, one more person to worry about leaving behind. Things were so much easier when you could die alone on the streets with no one looking for you.

There was a knock at his door, he could tell it was Alabaster. 

“Come in.” 

Alabaster’s footsteps were hesitant. 

“I’m not angry at you,” he said, sitting down on a beanbag chair that Nico stole from the recreation room. “I want you to know that.” 

“Are you going to be dramatic and say that you’re angry at yourself?” Nico replied drily. 

“No, I’m angry for you,” Alabaster frowned. “Why are you so insistent on becoming a gopher for the Olympians? You have us, are we not important enough to stay tied down to? Why go traipsing around the world and get yourself killed for people who don’t even know your name?”

“My father knows my name,” Nico said. “And why do you think that I’m not doing it for this place?” 

“We have a good defensive barrier, and we’re more hidden than Camp Halfblood, we don’t need to do anything even if the Gaea wins.” 

“You don’t. I’m not asking you to do anything,” Nico twisted the ring on his finger anxiously. “Al, I need to know that you won’t get yourself in any trouble if I die.” 

“Easy fix, don’t die. I’ve been hearing whispers, too. About the other camp, the Romans. Clovis and Lou Ellen mentioned it. That’s the camp that Jason is from, right? Let them handle this. The Olympians have two entire camps of demigods who worship them, they don’t need you. We need you.”

“And I need you, Al,” Nico leaned closer to Alabaster, oblivious to the hitch in Alabaster’s breath. “I need you to be on my side, to keep the camp under control while I keep you guys safe. Can you do that for me?” 

Alabaster looked away, “Fine.” 

“Thank you,” Nico smiled, his bright white teeth (the only healthy looking feature on his face) gleamed. “Now, isn’t that a lot easier than me strangling you with shadows?” 

..........

The campers gathered together in the rec room. Some sat on the ground, some found purchase on the beanbag chairs, every one of them was tense, as if they knew that they were about to hear some bad news. 

Ethan took out a remote and lowered a projector down (no expenses were spared in creating this camp, most of it financed by Nico’s black companion Underworld credit card, courtesy of Hades). Nico whispered, “When did you find time to create a powerpoint presentation?”

Ethan rolled his eyes, there’s always time for a powerpoint presentation. 

He clicked the control, the plain powerpoint presentation began, with a comic sans “New News: It’s Bad” appearing on the screen. 

“I’m sure that everyone’s heard the whispers already, there’s a new adversary on the rise.” 

He clicked another button, “Gaea.” 

“As most people know, Gaea is the mother of the Titans, one of the first deities in existence. The information that we have right now, courtesy of Nico, is that she is awakening and attempting to destroy Olympus. As most of us know from experience, she won’t be able to do that without extra help, haha,” Ethan tried to give a dry laugh. Some of the campers laughed along with him, others groaned. 

“You try to overthrow the divine monarchy once, and they never let you live it down,” someone in the crowd muttered. 

“Her plan is to reawaken the Giants, who can only be killed by the gods and demigods working together. Unfortunately, the gods have closed off Olympus,” Ethan continued. “Yes, Mark, you have a question?” 

A five year old demigod sitting on the lap of his older sister was holding up his hand. “Can I go to the bathroom?” 

“I-Mark, can you hold it in? You need to know this,” Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. “No bathroom breaks until the end of the announcement, okay?”

“Mark, are you going to ask to go to the bathroom when Giants are attacking us?” Alabaster asked. 

“Hey,” his sister responded, “He has a small bladder!” 

Nico sighed, and remembered whenever he’d be called to a senate meeting when he visited New Rome. No one needed impromptu bathroom breaks there. “Mark, you can go. But get your sister to fill you in on what’s happening later, okay?”

“‘Kay, Coco,” Mark clambered down his sister and waddled to the bathroom. 

Ethan coughed, trying to get the gravitas back, but it was gone. 

“Okay, so what are we supposed to do?” Someone called out from the crowd. 

“Do we have any quests?” Someone else asked. 

“Whose side are we on?” 

“Ethan, I need to go to the bathroom, too!”

Nico gave Alabaster a glance, and gestured for him to take over. 

“Quiet, quiet!” he yelled. “We do nothing, we stay here, and continue building our activities center, shrines to our parents, and look for more demigods to bring to camp.” 

“Whose side are we on?” Someone else asked again. 

Alabaster grimaced, but he looked at Nico, whose liquid dark eyes turned on him with a quiet glare. 

“No one will be lifting a finger for this unless they want to,” he finally said, forcing down a blush when Nico looked at him approvingly. “But we can’t side with Gaea, the Giants will bring utter destruction to demigods. And I don’t imagine that she’ll be happy with us since we technically defected from her children.” 

“It’s not defecting when we’ve already lost, it’s surrendering,” someone called out. “We’re losers, not defectors!” 

“Ethan’s the defector,” Someone, Miriam, said. “He defected before we lost.”

“And you’re welcome for that, Miriam,” Ethan pointed at her. “Also, you’re welcome for the time I saved your ass from getting eaten by your sergeant in the Titan’s army. Look, we can’t ally ourselves with an army of creatures who want to eat us anymore, okay?” 

“Very bad idea,” Nico added. “Plus, summer’s in full swing and we have so many activities planned. Don’t let Gaea distract anyone from the improv classes and the Chariot Races.” 

“I wanna win the Chariot Race!” Little Mark had finished going to the bathroom and was running back to his sister’s lap. “Coco, how many more days till the races?” 

The rest of the campers’ faces melted as they watched little Mark cuddle up against his sister. He was the youngest camper there, found during the quest of punishment that the Olympian gods forced the surrendering Titan’s Army demigods to undertake after their defeat. Most of them carried a mark, a scar, some sort of disfigurement from that harrowing quest that Olympus decreed necessary. 

Alabaster looked up at Nico’s tired face, and remembered him pushing out from behind Hades’ shadow to stand in front of them, putting himself between the wrath of Zeus and the scared and injured demigods that were about to be annihilated. A quest, he’d asked of Zeus. Some journey of redemption, just like the one that Heracles had when he committed a grave error. He was a war hero who lost the chance at any honor for himself because he chose to throw his lot in with the losers. 

All because of Percy Jackson, Alabaster thought bitterly. Because “Percy would’ve wanted amnesty.” He hated the fact that he had to thank Percy Jackson for his life now. He hated the fact that Nico would consider this camp “Percy Jackson’s legacy,” instead of Nico’s own legacy that he almost killed himself for. Alabaster wished that Percy Jackson was alive so that he could show him exactly what he thought of his hypocritical ass. 

“I’m going to be heading to the Underworld to find the Doors of Death,” Nico announced. “No one is allowed to follow me. If Camp Halfblood comes here to ask for help, let them in and show them hospitality, but I’ll trust that you all follow your judgment on whether or not to help out. But no one is allowed to aid Gaea or ally with any of the Giants, capisce?” 

The campers that joined later or were from Camp Halfblood originally said “aye” enthusiastically. Ethan nodded, leading to more campers saying “aye.” Alabaster looked like he was swallowing a lemon, but he nodded, and his friends joined in as well. 

Nico sighed in relief. “Good, now. Meeting adjourned.” 

[jesssssssssica]

juno! j.b pt.2

wc: 2.05k

school is hell. a place where people will just make fun of you for nothing, of course it doesn't matter, the people who make your life a living hell probably want to bone the life out of you.

take steve rendazo. stereotypical douchebag jock, that is constantly making fun of your every move, and yet he secretly wants you. he always wants the 'freaky girl', the ones that horned rim glasses and wear vegan shoes and use dark gothic makeup and play an instrument like the cello and wear converses and will most likely end up working at the local library. in all honestly, the jocks are the freaks.

although they'll never admit it, they're meant to be into girls like mel who incidentally is into middle aged teachers.

maths. what a strange lesson. i mean how do we know for sure that 1 +1=2!

"people! we're doing our worksheets now so pick your partners and get working!" mr matthews says, his monotone voice as dull as he looks, i really don't know what mel sees in 'men' like that.

jude comes over, his smile the same as it was when i was sat on that stupid chair on that stupid night. the smile that swept me off my feet.

“well! who’s ready to do some fun fun maths?” i say sarcastically.

of course certainly not me but let’s be honest who actually is?

“i did the prep questions for this last night.”, jude says, what a kind heart he has “you can copy my answers if you need to.”

he slides a piece of graph paper in front of me, avoiding eye contact with me.

“oh, i couldn't copy your work.”

“you copy my work every week.”

“oh yeah. i’m kind of a deadbeat partner aren’t i?”

“i don't mind though, at least you bring something to the table.”

“charisma?”

“something like that”

may and matt, that one couple that are always fighting, join us at the table, whispering aggressively at each other about god knows what.

"so, who's ready for some algebra?"

once again not me, but the tension that matt and may have created, has left me trying to be the mediator in the situation, which obviously isn't working.

"i actually have a menstrual migraine, which means i can't look at numbers today." may says, her eyes shut tight avoiding the numbers on the worksheets below her.

"may, i told you to go to the infirmary and lie down. you never listen to me." matt replies, his hands massaging his face in annoyance.

"no matt, because i don't take orders. not from you and not from any man. end of. " may says, a huff soon following from her lips.

"you know what, you've been acting like this ever since i went up to see my gran in liverpool and i've told you many times that nothing happened!" matt whisper shouts, eyes rolling back in his head.

who knew a relationship could have this much drama?

" don't lie to me, something happened. i can see it in your eyes, they're cold, very cold. cold lying eyes"

"what are you talking about? my eyes are not lying!"

"yes they are matt, they've been like that since liverpool"

if only you could see mine and judes faces, our heads constantly turning from the left to the right, like tennis spectators. we're so fascinated by a real couple's relationship.

"okay...." jude starts to say, standing slowly from his chair "i'm going to start on the second worksheets. y/n, do you want to get worksheet three from may?"

may stands up at the same time as jude stating that she's off to the infirmary.

"good." matt replies "call me when you're OFF the rag."

"fine. but you call me when you learn how to love just one person and not cheat at your brother's college just because you had four smirnoff ices and a bottle of snow peak peach flavored boone's!"

she really got him there.

"good, i'll be sure to do that, may. in fact, i'll make a note of it."

he jots down a note in his notebook.

"mmm snow peak peach is the best flavor of boone's... isn't it jude?"

his cheeks are now a scarlet red, a colour that i enjoy seeing on his beautiful face though, he continues to scribble down the answers on the worksheets.

may then finally storms off and in the corner of my eye, i see jude shake his head.

as i sit down on my bed, i examine the ad in the newspaper that reads the words 'pregnant? find the clinic that gives women the choice. women's choice health centre.'

'hm i should give them a ring.' i think as i pick up my hamburger phone and dialling the number that was printed in a nearly unreadable font.

"para instruciones en espanol, oprima numero dos." me and the voice say as i press the numbers again, only then finally hearing a voice greet me.

"yes, hello, i need to procure a hasty abortion?" i say, though all i hear on her end is static, "what was that? i'm sorry, i'm on my hamburger phone and it's kind of awkward to talk on. it's really more of a novelty than a functional appliance."

i smack my phone a couple of times, each wack harder than the one before.

"is that better? okay, there we go. anyway as I said, i need an abortion um, it was approximately two months and four days ago that I had the sex i think? i mean it's just a guestimate. okay so next saturday? okay thank you, that's great.

i hang up the phone, only then realising that adults now know i'm "sexually active".

bleugh. i hate it when adults use the term "sexually active."

i mean what does that even mean? does it mean that one day i'll deactivate or will i stay this way forever? if so then i guess jude became "active" that night.

we sit at the kitchen table, my father shovelling down whatever my step mother made for us. he then opens his mouth, still partly chewing on his food.

"you should have seen this octopus furnace that i saw today, i was so intrigued, i had to get out my hazmat suit just to get up in there."

my dad used to be in the army, but now he's just your average HVAC specialist. he and my mom got divorced when i was five and now she lives somewhere far away from me...with her new husband... and three replacement kids but she “makes it up” by sending me a cactus every single valentine’s day. 

though, they’re all in a neglected corner in my room,

i’m taken out of my thoughts by the sound of my stepmother, kelly cutting up my sisters, amy’s food. kelly always has the nicest nails i’ve ever seen probably due to her owning the town’s few nail salons, though she has a weird obsession with dogs and always smells like methyl methacrylate.

“so juno, how did your manoeuvre go last night?” my fathers voice says to me, as he points his knife towards me.

“which manoeuvre, dad? the one where i moved an entire living room set from one house to another, or the one where i downed a sixty-four ounce blue slushie in just under ten minutes?”  

“oh juno? were you the one that threw up in my urn, you know the urn by the front door, the one i got whilst in dorset? anyway i found some blue shit...” amy gasps at the swear word that comes out of kelly’s mouth “ i mean stuff, inside the urn this morning”

 i can’t deny it was me, but i do.

“ i would never barf in your urn, kelly. amy would though”

 all our heads turn to amy, who’s too busy piling up pieces of bacon onto her plate.

“amy if i see one more piece of bacon on that plate, then i’m going to call the police”

i walk to the clinic, my hands playing with the bracelet round my wrist, when i notice a protester holding a sign that reads “no babies like murdering” as she chants with a meek voice

“all babies want to get born! all babies want to get born!”

nice. and only when i get a bit closer to the clinic, do i notice that it’s not just some random person, it’s su-chin, one of my classmates. great.

“oh uh, hi su-chin”

 “oh uh hey juno. how are you?”

“i’m good... did you finish that english paper yet?”

“oh no.. not yet. i attempted it last night, but i was having trouble concentrating you know?”

“ hmm, you should try adderall, helps a lot”

su-chin shakes her head at my suggestion, though the scarf she wears around her neck, limits her mobility.

“oh no thank you. i’m off pills.”

“very wise of you. you know i know this girl who had this huge crazy freak out because of these behaviour pills. she like stripped down to her pants and jumped into the fountain just in the centre square and she was screaming stuff like ‘rahhhh! i’m the kraken! prepare to die’”

it was me but i would never tell her.

“i heard that was you.”

oh.

“well su-chin it was nice meeting you on this fine day”

i wave goodbye to su-chin, my fingers wrapping around the door handle when su-chin calls out

“y/n! did you know your baby probably has a beating heart. it can even feel pain..and it has fingernails.”

fingernails?

as i enter the room, i take in my surroundings. in the room there’s a girl in her mid twenties, sat behind a bulletproof pane of glass, her fingers tapping away on the desk in front of her. the waiting room however, is a big contrast to the mini office. while the office is small and only inhabited by one person, the waiting room is big and has at least 17 people waiting all ranging from adults, teens and the gross children that have been forced to tag along.

i walk up to the receptionist and without even letting myself be known she speaks..

“welcome to women's Choice, where women are trusted friends. please put your hands where i can see them and surrender any bombs.

i flash her my hands in a jazz-like way.

“hi. i’m im here for the big show”

she obviously doesn’t find my joke that funny as she doesn’t even batt an eye.

“your name, please?”

“y/n y/l/n.”

as i say my name she raises an eyebrow at me, yet continues to gather forms of paperwork on a clipboard.

i can tell by the way she looks at me, she thinks i’m using a fake name like fannie schmeller or ben dover. but no y/n y/l/n is real name.

she finally hands me the clipboard and pen and points to the seconds i need to fill.

“i need you to fill these out, both sides. also, please don't skip the hairy details because we need to know every score and every sore”

lovely.

as i’m about to turn to go sit down, she reaches into a jar filled to the brim by condoms and grabs a fistful offering them out to me.

“would you like some free, complimentary condoms? they're boysenberry flavoured”

“oh no thank you i would but i’m kind of off sex if you get me”

“my partner uses these every time we have intercourse,they always make his balls smell like pie.”

nice.

“congrats”

she then lets me free and i take a seat and due to being bored out of my mind i grab a random magazine that lies in the pile that’s been laid on the table. i don’t really pay attention to the words that are printed on the page, though my attention is brought back to my surroundings when i see the fingernails on everyone.

a teen who bites her nails until they’re basically nothing.

an obnoxious middle aged woman, scratching her arms rapidly.

the reception who continues to tap away.

another woman blowing on her fingernails.

fingernails everywhere.

 i can’t deal with it so i leave and just as i swing the door behind me, i hear them call my name.

a/n: sorry that there wasn’t a lot of jude! i’m trying to give him all the attention when he’s in it!

@aryraaaa i think you wanted to be tagged so i hope it lived up to your expectations!!!

[10renz0]

•★  SICK🌌🪐

JULIAN. LOKI X MALE! READER.

★•° Warnings : boy x boy, cringe, very fluffy,

Swear words, fruity af.  Crack treated, like seriously crack treated

Reader is a simp.

Highschool AU

(I'm not good in french even though I got a 9-

I will use Google Translate mostly. So if youre reading this and you're french, im sorry if i made a mistake or two, you can correct me if I'm wrong ^^)

★•° summery :reader and Julian supposedly had a date. But sadly reader got sick and couldn't come. So Julian decided to pay his lovely boyfriend a quick visit, just a quick one...

★•° a fluff story so no dirty thoughts.

• usage of pet names

• relationship goals

• probably ooc since I'm not the best in   writing oc 

Music you could listen to while reading:

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Écoute chérie; 

Vendredi sur Mer

              The moon will sing;

                                           Angus & Julia stone 

Back to the old house;

The Smiths                     

              Lamp;

                                                     Yume Utsutsu

                

                                (Enjoy ^v^)

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Readers pov:

*Sigh*

This. Was. The. Worst. Oh you wanna know what happened? Oh well you probably already had read the summery, you still want me to tell? Okay sit down and listen carefully. Also next time read the summery some people aren't as generous as me to explain why my day is ruined. And the people who have read the summery. Good job here have a cupcake *gives the cupcake to you* ^v^

Anyways where was i? Oh yeah, listen carefully...

It was any normal day, I woke up went to school met up with my lovely boyfriend🥰

And I remembered after school we have a date, great right? Well I'm not finished.

After school I went ahead to go home and get prepared for my date with my boyfriend. 

I got home, had an outfit ready, and I was about to go when suddenly.

*Chough* *Chough*

I have no idea if mothers have mother senses (it would be cool if they did) but as if she had a spidersense of her own she grabbed my arm, shut the door and made me sit on the couch.

Then she went on a full on ten minute long lecture about how I was sick and that I should stay home. Wait stay home? But I was about to go on a date. Mother couldn't possibly do this to me, oh but she could.

Well anyways, now I'm here in my room, in my bed all depressed because I couldn't hang out with my boyfriend )': I had already told him, well, texted him that I wasn't able to attend our date since I was SiCk. Oh please, as if I would die.

I was moping in my bed all pouty, from disappointment because I couldn't see my boyfriend, but also from pain. (stupid migraine) It was I think around somewhere in the night, after dinner. when I heard something. I stopped moping and listened carefully where that sound came from

*Tick* *tick* *tick*

It was as if someone was knocking against glass, again I stayed quiet and listened attentively

*Tick* *tick* *tick*

Wait it sounded like it came from my window. I got up from my bed, fear slowly creeping up, I went to my bedroom window, and shoved the curtens to the side slowly, and then i saw....

Third person pov:

There he was, Julian Loki Infront of your window, the best soccer player in your school, also one of the kindest people in your school. And most importantly, your lovely boyfriend that you where thinking about the entire day.

A smile made its way to youre lips, but confusion was visible on [readers] face. What was he doing here, it's somewhere between eleven o' clock and twelve o' clock, shouldn't he be home alseep? Worry was also evident on the boys expressions. [Reader] quickly opened the window and let him in.

"Julian what are you doing here?"

"Mon chéri, sorry I wanted to come here earlier but my mother wouldn't let me out of the house."

He said with a sweet and gentle smile towards you. You see why I'm so smitten over this guy? 

Julian is always so sweet and gentle, he's like that towards everyone, but towards you he is even more gentle.

"Speaking of, why are you up so late?

You said you where sick, you should be resting Mon amour."

He said, he spoke with such a gentle tone, it was angelic, he was an angel that's why. He ushered you to bed like a mother would to their child. And you being such a simp for you're boyfriend, obliged and laid down on you're bed. Oh yeah did I tell you that he had a bag with him, well he laid the bag on the ground and started to rummage trough the supplies in the bag. He grabbed what seemed like medicine and food, that could help [reader] with his sickness.

"I also might have paid a quick visit at the infirmary."

He said with a smile that could blind you because of how bright it was. He grabbed a container with some liquid stuff, probably soup.

"Have you already eaten? It would be great if you did, but that would mean I bought this for nothing"

He said with yet again, another blinding smile.

Because of the stupid migraine and the fact that the sickness made you not hungry, you nodded you're head a no. You where indeed hungry but because of the sickness, you felt like throwing up everytime you're nostrils smelled the slightest bit of food.

"I'm not hungry, thank you Julian but there was indeed no need"

That was a big ass lie, and the both of you knew that all to well, he looked at you with a worried expression, yeah there was no way that he didn't know I was lying

"Mon chéri please tell me the truth"

Yup, now I feel guilty about lying yippie :'D

I took a deep breath and told him the truth, that shows how much of a sucker I am for this man. He again looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

"très chère chérie, if you want to get better you should eat healthy things, i don't like seeing you sick and in pain."

He gave me a sweet smile, but behind that smile was clear that he was still very worried.

I smiled at him back with as much gentleness.

"Im sorry Julian, I didn't exactly mean to lie, it just kinda slipped-"

"It's all right Mon amour, just please don't lie to me like that again."

He cut me off before I could even properly apologize, I smiled at seeing his gentle smile reapearing on his lips again. He grabbed the container with the liquid stuff in it, he opened the container and low and behold chicken soup. He grabbed the plastic spoon that was in the container with the soup.

"Open you're mouth mon chéri I'll feed you."

He said with a smile as if he didn't say the most flustering thing, I felt my face heat up specifically my cheekbones. The spoon with the chicken soup was right Infront of you're mouth, slowly you opened you're mouth a bit, until it was wide enough for the spoon to fit, for some reason this felt so embarrassing even if there weren't any people around, it was just so embarrassing being fed by someone. A while later and the soup was finished, you felt a bit better now that you weren't hungry anymore, but the migraine was still haunting you. Luckily you're savior in need is here to help you from you're misery.

Julian again rummaged trough his bag that he had brought along with him, he let out a small 'aha' as if to say that he had found something. He brought the thing out of the bag and let me have a closer look, it was painkillers, he really though of everything.

"I've brought some painkillers."

He wouldn't stop smiling, as I said such a sweet angel. He gave you the painkiller and abit of water to drink with, in one swift motion you chugged the painkillers with the water down in one sip. The painkillers where helping a bit but not as much as to make it completely go away.

"My head still hurts"

"Would you like me to massage you're scalp Mon amour?"

Definitely did not expect him to suggest that, but who would say no to that offer? So you nodded youre head with a smile and gestured for him to sit next to you on the bed, I patted the empty place beside me, he made his way towards me and then sat next to me on the bed. He laid my head down on his chest, so that he could carefully massage my scalp while I was in a comfortable position. My head was laying on the side where his heart was, his heart beats where so soothing I could just fall asleep. Not long after did his hands began to gently massage my head, all of this was so very calming I could already feel myself geting tired and sleepy slowly and slowly.

"Is this alright mon chéri? If you're uncomfortable just tell me alright?"

I was already half asleep so I just let out a small 'hmm' so that he would know that I was still listening to him. He laughed at my tired state, he looked so adorable while laughing.

"Goodnight mon vie"

He said before giving youre lips a small peck. Not caring if he would get sick later, all he cared for now was that you where comfortable and safe. The rest didn't matter all that matter to him was you. 

Fin:D

★°•BONUS+

THE NEXT DAY

 you woke up from a very nice dream, you felt much much better after last night, guess Julian took very good care of you. you expected to wake up in you're own bed wich you did, but you specifically woke up in someone's arms, Julian's arms. he was still sleeping, so the ever so kind boyfriend you are, you let him have his rest and sleep. And seems like he had it enough because not even a minute after you woke up, was he starting to wake up. His eyelids slowly lifted up, revealing his golden brown eyes. They look so beautiful in the morning. He looked at you before a smile was forming on his lips, how cute this moment was. 

"Morning mon soleil"

Two boys waking up from eachothers arms, oh how adorabl-

*Chough* *chough* *chough*     

That was not me I swear. Oh it was julian, seem like he got invected when he kissed you goodnight last night....

Well then, atleast now you could repay him back with taking care of him this time.

Fin (fr this time)

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This was so crack treated and cringe, I apologize if you felt second hand embarrassment-

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Felix is sick after flying

Firstly, I just wanna say that I'm sleep deprived as shit.

Secondly, I wanna say i'm so excited for the Sunday Sickness thing proposed by our whump fic queen (@bellysoupset)

Lastly, I love this one. These two are adorable ❤️❤️❤️!!

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Atticus kept looking at his watch. He was impatient and fidgety as he waited by the airport gate for his boyfriend.

Felix had gone to visit his mom in London, and he’d been gone for two whole weeks. Atticus missed him a lot.

He tapped his foot and tapped his fingers. Finally, people started walking through the gate. He watched carefully, trying to spot his short boyfriend in the sea of people. And then he spotted him.

Felix saw him, too, and ran to him, dropping his suitcase and backpack halfway there before throwing himself into Atticus’s waiting arms.

Atticus squeezed Felix and Felix laughed.

“I missed you,” Atticus said.

“Really?” Felix said. “Because every single text you sent me and every single phone call didn’t make that clear.”

Atticus blushed and pulled away enough to look Felix in the eye before leaning back in and pressing a long, loving kiss to his lips. Felix’s hands tangled in his hair, and he pulled the blonde tighter against himself.

Finally, they got Felix’s stuff—Atticus being the gentleman he is and carrying it all—and they went to the parking lot and left the airport.

The airport was two hours away from their apartment, and after about thirty minutes on the road, Atticus noticed Felix dozing off in his seat. He wasn’t surprised. It was only early in the night there—the sun had just set—but he knew it was well past midnight in London and Felix was still on London time.

Atticus turned down his music on the radio so his boyfriend could sleep in peace.

He drove in silence, listening to the sound of Felix’s breathing. When they were just twenty minutes away, Felix started to stir in his sleep. He blinked awake and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Atticus cast a look at him. “You okay?”

Felix nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yeah. I think it’s just some delayed air sickness or something.”

Raising a brow, Atticus asked, “Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? You’re the medicine major, aren’t you?” Felix groaned again. “Since when are the roads in Tucson so bumpy?”

Atticus cast a confused look at Felix. The roads aren’t bumpy, he thought. “Do you feel like you’re gonna be sick?”

Felix shook his head. “No,” he said. Then he paused, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Actually, yes.”

Atticus’s eyes widened. “Shit. Okay, there’s a gas station right here. Just give me a second to—”

But it was too late. Saliva flooded Felix’s mouth and the Coca-Cola he’d drank on the plane ride came back up in a slow, painful gush.

Atticus cursed under his breath as he pulled into the gas station parking lot and put the car in park before cupping Felix’s forehead to steady him as he puked.

“You’re okay, baby,” he said. “You’re okay.”

Felix wasn’t puking anymore. Two gushes, and he was done. Now he realized what a mess he’d made of his pants and his boyfriend’s car.

He was about to apologize, but it was as if Atticus was reading his mind because the brunette suddenly said, “It’s fine. My car is old as hell, and it’s way overdo for a cleaning anyway.”

After another minute, Felix told Atticus he was fine.

Atticus knew that Felix didn’t get carsick. This was something else.

He went inside the gas station to get some plastic bags, and then they were on the road again.

“We’ll be home soon. Don’t worry,” he said when Felix made a pained sound.

Felix closed his eyes and tried not to focus on the movement of the car. His head was pounding, but this didn’t feel like one of his migraines. He didn’t know what this felt like.

It felt like forever before the car came to a stop, but Felix didn’t even notice the car was parked until Atticus said his name and he opened his eyes. He still felt like the car was moving on a bumpy road.

“Hey, Baby,” Atticus said softly, reaching out a hand to cup Felix’s cheek. “What’s wrong? You look pale. You’re sweaty, too.”

“Am I feverish?”

Atticus narrowed his eyes a bit and continued to feel Felix’s cheek and forehead. “Actually, no,” he said. “You feel clammy, but not warm.”

Felix involuntarily leaned further into Atticus’s touch, eyes closing again. “I’m dizzy.”

Atticus used his thump to stroke Felix’s hair for a minute before finally getting out of the car and going around to Felix’s side. The blonde’s eyes were overly shiny, and he looked exhausted. “Jeez,” Atticus sighed. “You were fine at the airport. What happened?” Maybe it was an ear infection, throwing Felix off balance. Immediately, Atticus fell into a mental state that was stuck between concerned boyfriend and talented med-student. “Does it feel like there’s pressure in your head? Or your ear? Or is this some kind of migraine?”

Felix didn’t answer. He just leaned against Atticus’s shoulder. “Everything’s moving,” he whined. Atticus frowned. He couldn’t help but feel worried.

“Come on,” Atticus said. “Let’s go inside.”

Felix groaned once more as Atticus unbuckled his seatbelt and guided him out of the car. As soon as he was on his feet, he swayed. Atticus quickly steadied him and cursed under his breath.

Before Felix knew it, his boyfriend had picked him up bridal style and was carrying him into the apartment building.

Atticus’s apartment was on the first floor, so they were inside it in no time.

“Maybe you should’ve taken me to my dorm,” Felix said while burying his face in Atticus’s shirt. “If I’m sick, I don’t want to make you sick.”

Atticus looked down at the blonde as he carried him into his bedroom. “But wouldn’t you make your roommate sick then?”

“Oh, screw that bloody wanker. I hate him and I don’t give two shits if he gets sick or not. He annoys the hell out of me.”

Atticus was tempted to say that he should move in with him in that case, but he kept himself from doing so. He wasn’t sure whether or not they’d been together long enough to take that step, even though Felix was practically almost always at his place anyway.

He brought Felix into his bathroom and steadied him on his feet before handing the blonde a clean shirt and some sweatpants. He waited outside the bathroom, giving Felix privacy to change. Finally, Felix opened the bathroom door, leaning heavily on the door frame. Atticus picked him up again and carried him to his bed.

He laid Felix down and pulled the sheets over him.

Felix made a pained noise in his throat and shifted a lot, trying to find a position that didn’t make it feel like the world was rocking wildly on a boat.

Atticus sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Felix’s hair. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t have the patience at the moment to read through his medicine textbooks to see if he could find anything.

Finally, he pulled out his phone and opened a website he used a lot for research on his papers and essays. He searched up delayed airsickness and sicknesses commonly gotten on planes and whatever else he could think to search up.

He was researching for so long that Felix finally found the least uncomfortable of the uncomfortable positions and was trying to keep himself as still as possible with his eyes squeezed shut.

Finally, Atticus found something.

“Hey, baby?” he said softly. Felis peeked one eye open ever so slightly, indicating that he was listening. “What does it feel like?”

Felix shut his eye again and sighed. “It feels like I’m on a boat or something. I’m really dizzy, Atti.”

Atticus nodded. “Are you nauseous?”

Felix nodded his head a little bit.

“Tired? Like, fatigue?”

Another nod.

“Cognitive impairment?”

Felix opened his eyes and peered at Atticus, a brow raised. “What the bloody hell is. . . whatever it is you said?”

“It’s, like, when you can’t focus. Or have trouble concentrating.”

Felix shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Atticus nodded. “I think you have disembarkment syndrome. It’s not serious—it’s just motion sickness and vertigo that comes after a plane ride—but I think sleep would do you a world of good. This says it’s best of you stay really still, and it also says that it should only last about 24 hours.”

Felix’s brows furrowed. “Only?!”

Atticus chuckled, most of his anxiety leaving his shoulders. “Hey, it’s better than some week-long bug or something. And the treatment is literally to just stay lying down until it passes. Which means”—he paused as he walked around the bed, climbing onto his side and snuggling close to Felix, hugging him tight—“we have 24 hours of cuddling ahead of us.”

Felix couldn’t help it. He smiled at his giant teddy bear of a boyfriend.

In Atticus’s arms, Felix felt slightly steadier. He cuddled closely to Atticus, letting his eyes fall shut and falling into the sleep that his body was begging for.

“Atti?” Felix groaned sleepily after a second.

“Hmm?”

Felix smiled. “I missed you, too.”

[waklman]

Tilly my lovely writer,

you absolutely can't imagine how I love your work. You are so talented and I can't stop reading your stuff. I'm so obsessed with Fake It, you gave Jake such a special personality, omg I LOVE IT. So sad that you suffering fro. I writers block, don't stress yourself, we love you.

Because of my very (un)healthy obsession with Fake It, I've got a lot of ideas for these two idiots. Hear me out, imagine this whole fake dating is stressing Princess so much and one day the bitch friends of Jake's ex saying to her that she's just a consolation prize for Jake and she will never be worth it or enough for him. Hurt to no end and an migraine incoming she goes home only to have a bsd argument with Jake. Shhr snaps at him and he also says something hurtful (like "no wonder that you're just have a fake boyfriend"). Of course Jake instantly regrets his words but his best friend is hurt. Alone in her room she cries herself to sleep only to wake up hours later with a raging migraine. Imagine Jake finds her nearly passed out in the kitchen, one time more realizing how important she is to him. He takes care of her. Worried Jake, protective Jake, care taking Jake that's what we need

first of all, i love you too & thank you so much for this sweet message because, really, i needed to hear that, i’ve felt so awful for not being able to update fake it (i know i shouldn't but it happens). anyways, this felt so nice to write bc i wasn’t struggling with it, so here is worried jake!! i know i had two other requests for this in my inbox as well, so this is also for those two anons :)

Jake doesn’t hate. 

All his life, he was told by his mother that hate was bad for the heart. That hate had no rightful place in his growing body. But, in the midst of his underwhelming teenage angst, Jake Seresin secretly concluded that his hate should be reserved for one thing, and one thing only—and that was making you cry. 

So, when you came barging into his room, hysterical and teary eyed over some stupid thing some girl said about you two, Jake had no intent of making you cry. It was just that, he could barely get a word in when you were mindlessly repeating it back to him. 

That girl has her head on backwards if she thinks Seresin actually likes her, he’s only sticking around because he feels obliged to. I feel sorry for him, I’d go ballistic if my parents picked out my friends for me.

Frustration spread through his body like a virus when you kept cementing that it was true, accusing him of agreeing with it too. And that’s when the worst thing he ever said to you came out his mouth this evening. 

If you want to fucking believe that you’re so unlikeable, then maybe it’s true. Maybe you are.

The moment the words fell off his tongue, you immediately went quiet, giving him a glimpse of what it looked like when he made you cry.

At that, Jake hated himself more than anything. Jake hated that you looked more hurt than you did when you originally stalked inside, looking for his assurance. Jake hated that he had to listen to you sob for most of the night, alone in the bathroom with the door shut. Jake hated that you might have taken what he said out of anger to heart. That you believed you weren’t worthy of being liked, especially by him.

Because if anything, that was far from the truth. 

And Jake couldn’t let you fall asleep tonight like this, not when he knew you always punished yourself by not tending to the migraines you got from crying. 

“Swallow it please,” Jake lets out a guilty breath, watching your throat weakly bob when you take down the Motrin he eased past your lips.

Seated across from each other in the bathtub, Jake’s frame struggles to fit in the confines of the porcelain, more than yours does—but he pushes the discomfort away, because you’d been sitting here for hours while he was laid in his bed.

And maybe it was because Jake had tiredly pleaded outside the door for a hour before coming in or maybe it was because you watched him struggle to fit himself in the tub with you just so he could mouth feed you some ibuprofen, but you lurch forward—knocking the wind out of him in a desperate hug. 

It takes all of Jake’s self restraint to not fall apart when you slot yourself between his legs and gently rest your chin on his shoulder, letting him feel you again. 

With a tight throat, he forces himself to speak. “I’m so fucking sorry, princess.”

When you sniff in his ear, Jake pulls you closer against him, cushioning the side of your head so it doesn’t hit the bathtub faucet. “I didn’t mean it. God I—I really didn’t fucking mean it,” he starts, voice already shaky. “I don’t want you thinkin’ that I only stick around because our families are close.” Jake swallows when he feels you move a hand to softly scratch at his nape, comforting him through this.

“I know,” you whisper softly, trying to ease the tension in his body. “If you did, you wouldn’t pick a fight with your sisters everytime they claimed me as a roommate when we stayed at hotels,” you let out a hoarse giggle, throat still sore from crying. 

At that, a small smile settles on his face. “I also let them put makeup on me so I was allowed in the girls room,” he adds. 

“Yeah, exactly. You just like me that much, you loser.” Your mouth stretches into a wide smile, cracked lips burning as it does. Finally, Jake lightens up, laughing at your little jab. 

“I just like you that much,” he repeats.

[castawaycat]

By Your Side

I copied this story from my Ao3 account. It was just easier to copy and paste and then edit it as best as I could on my phone. This story was requested by someone who has struggled with epilepsy for several years. I also struggle with seizures though not from epilepsy. So I did my best to describe the emotions one feels during a Grand Mal seizure. I hope that whoever reads this Drabble will feel comfort. Thank you for reading and for all the support.

Wandanat x female reader

You groaned in pain when you woke up to the sound of your alarm. Your head was throbbing and you wondered if you were having another migraine. The migraines had been happening more frequently; and you and your doctors were confused as to why you were having them.

“Y/n, are you alright? Is your head hurting again?” Wanda asked as she walked into the bedroom and handed you a cup of warm tea. Your doctors had suggested you stop consuming caffeine, so you had made the switch to drinking tea.

“I think I’m going to call into work today. My head is killing me.” You said as you shut your eyes tightly as you felt a stabbing pain in your head.

Wanda eyed you carefully as she placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll email your boss for you. Why don’t you go back to sleep? Nat will be home soon. Maybe we can all relax and have a movie night?”

You nodded your head, “ I’d love that. Thanks Wanda.” You said as you laid back down and smiled when Wanda tucked you in.

“Sweet dreams my love.” Wanda whispered before she gently shut the bedroom door.

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You woke up from your nap feeling dazed and confused. You found yourself standing in the backyard just staring off into space. You jumped when you felt someone touch your shoulder.

Natasha and Wanda had been freaking out for the past hour trying to find you. They felt relieved and worried when they found you standing frozen in the middle of the backyard. They had been trying to get your attention for over five minutes.

“Detka, you’re scaring us. Please let us know if you can hear us.” Natasha said as she finally placed her hand reassuringly on your shoulder.

You looked at her confused as you took in your surroundings. “Why are we outside?” You asked as you tried to remember when you had even gone outside. The last thing you remembered was Wanda tucking you in bed.

“Love, I think it’s time we go visit Bruce and Helen. We’re worried about you. You wandered off and we didn’t know where you went. You don’t even know how you got here.” Wanda said as she tried to keep her voice down.

“Can we just have our movie night? It’s probably just stress. I have been working long hours at work for this huge project. I’m off tomorrow. If it makes you feel better I’ll go see Bruce and Helen then.” You said stubbornly as you began to walk back towards the house.

Wanda and Natash both let out a frustrated sigh; it wasn’t what they had wanted to hear. But they didn’t want to argue and cause you more stress.

You were tired of seeing doctors and having them tell you that you were overreacting. None of your tests showed any reason for concern and some hospitals even put you down as a possible drug addict. Deep down you knew that Bruce and Helen would listen to you, but you were also terrified to find out the true reason for the sudden headaches. Google was no help as it always implied that you had cancer or a brain tumor.

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Natasha walked into the living room and placed your favorite blanket on top of you as you got comfy on the couch. “What movie do you want to watch, detka?” She asked as she cuddled next to you.

“Let me guess? You want to rewatch the Star Wars movies again.” Wanda said as she brought a big bowl of popcorn and sat on the other side of you. She had already turned on Disney+ and had it selected to show all the Star Wars movies.

You were a huge fan especially of the older movies. Most people complained about the poor cgi and special effects; but you preferred them over the newer Star Wars movies.

Natasha pretended to be annoyed with your movie selection; but she enjoyed seeing the happiness in your eyes every time you watched the movies.

Both Natasha and Wanda watched as your body twitched anytime there were bright flashing lights on the screen. At first they thought you were just cold.

Your heart was beating fast as the stabbing pain in your head had intensified. You did your best to ignore the pain and enjoy the movie; but every time a lightsaber would clash with another the pain grew into an electric feeling. The pain spread from your head to the rest of your body and within seconds your whole body began to convulse.

Natasha was quick to react as she got up quickly and moved you to lay on your side. “Wanda, she’s having a seizure. I need you to turn off the TV. I think the flashing lights are triggering her. Call Bruce.” She said frantically as she did her best to keep you from accidentally hurting yourself.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you convulsed even harder. It felt like electricity was pulsing through your body at rapid rates. You were aware of what was happening; but it was like you had no control of your body.

“Y/n, stay with me baby. We’re right here. Bruce is on his way. I need you to breathe.” She said to you as she watched in horror as you had stopped breathing a few times.

Your convulsions stopped for a few seconds before your body began to seize a second time.

“Damnit, where is Bruce?!” Wanda said frustratingly as she paced back and forth anxiously. She felt helpless as she watched you struggling to breathe.

Natasha was doing her best to make sure you didn’t choke on the foam that was now forming in your mouth. She didn’t even realize she was crying as she watched your eyes roll back.

The convulsions had finally stopped and you were still unconscious. Your eyes were open but they were glazed over and you weren’t responding to anything or anyone.

“Detka, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. I need you to keep breathing. Please stay with us.” Natasha begged you as her voice shook.

“I’m here. I got here as fast as I could.” Bruce said as he quickly moved over to you. With speed and precision he placed an IV in your arm and gave you anti-seizure medications, muscle relaxers and anti-nausea medication through the IV. He checked your pulse and listened to your heartbeat.

“Will she be okay?” Wanda asked as placed a shaky kiss to your forehead. Your eyes had closed and you looked completely exhausted.

Bruce gave Wanda and Nat a reassuring look. “I’m not sure. She’s stable right now. I need to run several tests to identify what’s causing her to have seizures. Have you noticed anything off about y/n lately?”

Wanda nodded her head, “she’s been getting migraines for over a year now. Recently she’s been zoning out, wandering off, forgetting where she is or what she’s doing.”

“It sounds like epilepsy. I won’t be sure until I do tests. Let’s get her to medbay and we will go from there.” Bruce said as he carefully picked you up and placed you on the stretcher he had brought with him.

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You looked so small lying down on the giant hospital bed connected to all the machines monitoring your vitals.

Wanda looked worriedly at Natasha who hadn’t said a word since they had arrived at medbay. “Nat, it’s okay detka. It’s okay to break. You’re safe.” She said as she watched her girlfriend's defenses fall.

Nat crumpled to the floor as she let out silent sobs. She had watched so many people die, she was a trained killer. Yet nothing was as terrifying as watching you struggle to live. She was terrified as she held you on your side; the only thing she could do was remind you that you weren’t alone and hope that you could hear her voice. “I should have made her see Bruce sooner. What if it’s too late? I… I can’t lose her.” Nat said in between sobs as she began to panic.

Wanda fell to her knees and wrapped Natasha in her embrace and rocked back and forth. “This isn’t your fault. Y/n is strong and stubborn as hell, she’s going to pull through.”

Natasha held onto Wanda as she started to rebuild her walls. She wiped away her tears and did her best to even out her breathing. “Thank you, detka. YA lyublyu vas.”

“I love you too. Come let’s go check on y/n.” Wanda said as she helped Natasha get off of the floor.

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Your whole body felt heavy and sore as you had started to wake up. The medications that were given to you made it hard for you to come to your senses.

“Y/n, baby it’s okay. You’re safe. We are at medbay, you had a few seizures.” Wanda said as she held your hand.

“Nat?” You asked as you did your best to open your eyes to find her.

Panic filled your chest when you couldn’t find her. You knew how terrified she must’ve been to have seen you so weak, vulnerable, and sick. Wanda had always been the understanding one. The one to give you space when it comes to you finding answers about your health. Natasha on the other hand would often argue with you about being vigilant on getting answers. You, Wanda and Yelena are all the family that she really has and losing you would crush her.

You knew that you were selfish and stupid for not going to get seen by Bruce and Helen sooner. The headaches, confusion and now seizures had taken control of your life, you were just scared to find the cause for it happening; but in waiting for answers it felt as though you were losing Natasha.

Wanda shook her head as she felt and heard all of your dark thoughts. “She’s not mad at you, detka. She’s worried about you. We both are.” Her voice broke as tears filled her eyes, “we don’t want to lose you. If Bruce hadn't gotten to us in time… I don’t know if you would still be with us.”

Tears fell down your face as the fear and guilt sank heavy on your chest. “I’m sorry. I should’ve just listened to you and Nat. I was just scared and tired. Tired of being told that I’m crazy, or that there’s nothing wrong with me. It was exhausting having to argue with doctors and call into work just for a stupid headache. Still, I should have gone. What if I’ve made everything worse by putting it off?” You said as you started to cry.

Your heart rate was spiking from the anxiety. You turned away from Wanda, “are… are you both breaking up with me?”

Wanda’s mouth dropped open in surprise when you had asked her. She shook her head as she moved closer to you and cupped your face gently in your hands. “Y/n, look at me. There is nothing that could make us even think about leaving you or breaking up with you. We love you detka. You know how much Nat loves you. It’s hard for her to see you hurting and there’s nothing that she can do… that we can do to help you. Through sickness and in health we love you.” She said as she pulled you carefully into her embrace.

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Natasha walked in your hospital room as she had heard the whole conversation between you and Wanda. She felt guilty that she hadn’t been there when you had woken up; but she needed a moment to calm down. As soon as her eyes met with yours she could see pain in your eyes and facial expression.

“Nat… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” You repeatedly apologized as you fidgeted with the tape that was keeping your IV line in place.

Natasha rushed to your side as she held you in her arms. “Oh baby, it’s okay. Shhh… stop apologizing. I’m not upset with you. If anything I’m upset with myself. I should’ve done more than just argue and push you to get seen. You shouldn’t have had to go to the hospital and doctors alone. You are more important to us than our missions. We promise that you won’t have to go through this alone and I’m so sorry that you even had to fear me leaving you.” She said sadly as she looked into your eyes which were now red and puffy from crying.

You nodded your head as you took in her words. You felt secure and safe surrounded by Wanda and Nat. Most of your fears had melted as your girlfriends did their best to reassure you. After such an emotional conversation you felt completely exhausted and began to drift off to sleep as Natasha and Wanda held you.

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Hours passed as you slept and Bruce had done every single test imaginable. He walked into your room just as you had started to wake up.

“Y/n, I have some good and bad news for you.” He said solemnly.

“The good news is that you don’t have cancer or any tumors.”

Natasha and Wanda relaxed into their seats upon hearing the good news. Natasha held your hand tightly as she spoke up first, “and the bad news?”

“The bad news is that you have epilepsy. Based on your EEG (Electroencephalogram) results it indicates that your brain activity shows all the signs of epileptic seizures. I think it’s safe to say that bright flashing lights are one of your triggers, stress is another thing that can trigger a seizure.” He said as he spoke slowly, making sure you were able to process everything he was saying.

Your voice cracked as you felt a mix of emotions, “what is the plan of treatment?” You asked as you tried to stay in control of your emotions. On one hand you felt thankful to finally have a diagnosis, but you also felt afraid.

What would having epilepsy mean for you? Would you still be able to drive, hold down a job, have children? What would your life look like? You had always been independent and the thought of losing your independence scared you.

Bruce cleared his throat as he looked down at his clipboard, “for now I’m prescribing you anti-seizure medication. They might make you feel very tired and dizzy until your body gets used to them. I highly suggest you take off work, as I’ve said before stress can trigger seizure activity. Screen time should be limited and try to be mindful of consuming caffeine. I want to observe you on the anti-seizure medications for the next few days.”

Both Wanda and Nat thanked Bruce as they walked him out of the room. They were relieved to know that your diagnosis was manageable.

You felt overwhelmed from the news of your diagnosis. You felt as though your whole life was changing.

Wanda and Nat joined you on the hospital bed as they held you in their embrace. “Detka, I know all of this is scary and unknown, whatever happens we will always be right here by your side.” They both reassured you as they kissed away the tears that fell down your face.

You didn’t know what the future held for you; but one thing was for sure. You had the love and support from your girlfriends and with them by your side, you knew you could face anything.