#i actually am not sure i get to be hungry besides like. some mornings

[local-magpie]

it is genuinely homophobic how often i need to put food into my body to avoid feeling Absolutely Fucking Horrendous. it's barely past 4pm, i ate lunch late, WHY do i feel like i am literally in the process of dying. i hate this

[idanceuntilidie]

Can I request poly yanderes x male werewolf reader please?

Where they collar him and force him to be their pet.

Sure you can!

Hope this was okay, I wanted to write this earlier but I had small issues with mental health.

Poly yans x male werewolf reader

tw. yandere themes and kidnapping.

Requests open,

There was a curse in your family. No one knows how it came to be.

It was a burden passed onto generations,

and now, you.

Thank whatever is out there that it only happened on the night of a full moon.

It made it easier to get through this.

It was your secret, no one knew, you wanted to keep people safe. Beside small interactions here and there you were alone, and it sucked ass.

Your body shivered, it was so cold in the basement. You hated it, but it was a small price to pay to keep everyone alive. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you killed anyone.

“Alex if you won’t get your ass in there-“

“I am trying Six, can you shut the fuck up for a second?”

“If you won’t shut the fuck up someone will call the cops”

Once upon a time, when you visited a coffee shop, a group of three caught interest in you.

You spilled your coffee and Six offered to buy you another.

You agreed shyly, hands shaking when Six gave you the cup.

It was cute, when they got back Alex and Mateo cooed about how adorable the interaction was. It sparked something, and each meeting it glowed brighter. Your face, eyes, hands, how you breathe made them more in love.It got to the point that it was burning, and your little interactions couldn’t satisfy the group.

They began to follow you.

They even went as far as getting into your house. They didn’t take anything, they just checked everything out, to see how you live. You had such a small house, you deserve better.

They decided to steal you away.

When they finally have gotten inside they began to look for you.

Alex didn’t see you leave the house tonight so that gave them a green light to get in.

“I thought you said that he didn’t leave!”

Mateo whisper yelled at Alex.

“He didn’t, I was watching him for the whole day he didn’t leave.”

Alex hissed at him.

Six only huffed, and tried to look for you, they heard a loud bang from the basement. It made them pause.

The door was closed, but they swear there is such loud noises coming from the other side.

They didn’t know you had a dog.

After some lock picking later, the door was opened and the noises were louder.

Six had expected a lot of things but not this.

You groaned in pain before you opened your eyes.

Was it morning already?

The whole transformation thing always tired you out. You also wanted to take a shower and actually put some clothes on, to save your clothes from being destroyed you only had boxers on, it was really fucking cold.

You rubbed the sleep of your eyes only to notice you aren’t in your basement.

You were in a very fancy room.

When you finally got up you heard a small jingle sound.You brought a hand up to your neck, a collar. A fucking collar. Before you even got a chance to scream the door bursts open, and you see three familiar faces.

“Oh you are awake already?”

Mateo chirped,

“Hungry?”

Alex smiled.

You were speechless. You tried to get away as far as you could, you didn’t notice Six sneaking up to you.They hugged you, forcing you not to move. They nuzzled their head into the crook of your neck. Alex and Mateo aww’ed at that.

“..Where am I?”

“In Mateos house”

You saw Mateo sigh dreamily.

“I have always wanted a pet.”

Alex nodded and Six hugged you tighter.

You swear they will break your bones.

“..Pet?”

Six let out a small mhm.

Then it hit you, you were kidnapped. How much did they see? How long were they planning this?You needed to fucking get away.You started to scream and scratch, it didn’t help. It only seemed to make Six angry, they pulled your hair and yanked it back.

“If you don’t calm the fuck up we won’t be so nice.”

He huffed.

“You are our pet now, and we don’t care if you like it, or not. Be a good boy and don’t struggle.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[7:41 am] 

(cw: reader is called “mama”)

Saturdays were for sleeping in. That tradition hadn’t changed for you when Jaehyun was your boyfriend, when he became your husband, and even now that you both had your son. Just that the tradition was a little different now. Now, Saturdays were for sleeping in and snuggling with your son under the covers of the bed. A tradition that Jaehyun had rarely ever taken part in since he was a morning person, even on chilly mornings like this.

Your son who had joined you about half an hour ago when Jaehyun brought him to the room and laid him beside you. You were barely awake but couldn’t fight the sleepy smile that came when you saw that your son slept like his dad, arms above his head with his head turned toward you.

Some time in the next half hour you were awoken again when you felt your son moving, but not his cute little cuddles paired with his baby murmurings. No, it was Jaehyun gently lifting him from your hold. You grumbled groggily, “He’s fine here.”

He stood right beside the bed bouncing your son who was slowly waking up in his arms, “Sleep in my love, we’re going to go on a boys jog.”

“Jaehyun,” you whined, rubbing your eyes much like your son which made Jaehyun chuckle at the uncanny similarity, “it’s too cold to take him out.”

“I’ll bundle him up, so he’s nice and warm. Come on, gotta keep up with my resolution. You don’t want me going out there alone do you?”

You groaned, grabbing your robe from the foot of the bed and followed them to the nursery. You sat in the plush chair, watching as Jaehyun moved around the room gathering warm clothes for the baby. You took the baby from his hold, sitting him in your lap as Jaehyun searched for something under his breath, “Is daddy taking my baby boy out in the cold? Is he stealing our cuddle time my baby? Beanies are in the bottom right drawer of his dresser.”

“Tell your mama we need our guy time and we’re going to be nice and toasty,” Jaehyun smiled as he raised the baby above his head and lowered him with a kiss to the baby’s chubby cheek. You both smiled at the babble that came from your son.

“You have enough blankets in the stroller? His hood is on? Maybe I should go get his fluffy white blanket,” You trailed off from the front door, watching Jaehyun tuck the blankets in around the baby in the stroller.

He stood up straight with his hands on his hips, he stalked over to you and placed a quick kiss on your mouth, “You were supposed to sleep in sweetheart. He’s warm in the snowsuit you made him wear, 2 blankets, beanie, mittens, and the stroller has the cover up on it. We’ll be back before he gets hungry.”

“Don’t run too fast, there’s still icy patches out there. Or you’ll both get cold and then you might get sick,” you instructed. You leaned over the stroller pressing a kiss to your son’s forehead. “Be careful please.”

“Always am, my love. Go get some rest, you know our little guy will need all our energy later.” Jaehyun told you with a smile.

Sure enough almost 40 minutes later you were busy holding a bottle to your son’s mouth and an ice pack to Jaehyun’s knee, “Didn’t I tell you to watch out for the ice? Is my baby ok?” 

“I think the ice will help with any potential swelling, I should be good in a few days,” Jaehyun sighed.

“I’m talking to our actual baby Jaehyun. Mama’s never letting you out of morning cuddles again my little love!”

Was it bad that Jaehyun felt jealous of his son being smothered by you right now?

[maraudersfan-club]

Remus lupin would be the softest sweetest most awesome boyfriend of all times

He is the kind of boyfriend to wake you up in he morning with kisses and with whispering sweet little nothing's in your ears , making sure you wake up with a smile on your face

He would walk with you to the great hole , and while you are walking he would either talk to you about the last book he read , or one of the things that happened in the few classes that you two didn't share and visa versa.

Sometimes you would walk in silence just devouring each other's presence , both left in your own thoughts

When you'd reach your table , you'd sometimes sit besides each other and other times against.

Usually the boys would reach the table 5-10 minutes after you did , because they are always grasping a few more minutes in bed

He would make two of his infamous moony toast , sharing the one with you , while you made his coffee

You two do not depend on each other , but it's obvious to everyone that you are in sink , both working together towards the same goal

Then you would fill your plate with other goodies to eat. Sometimes when it's close to the full moon he would neglect to eat much so you'd take some food with you in a paper towel , knowing that he gets hungry

Other times you'd claim not to be hungry , so he would do he same for you

You would walk together to class talking to the boys about maybe a new prank to do , or about James progress with a mystery boy- Sirius is always curious about who it is but James is not telling him, or anyone for the fact - or Sirius would tell you about what he did to the last party he attended

You didn't sit together, rather Remus sat in front from you in classes. Mainly because you didn't want Sirius and James to sit together and also because he often claimed that he could not sit next to you because "your beauty distracts him making unable to take proper notes in class"

At lunch the boys would sit together and you with the girls (marlene lily and Mary) would usually sit together and talk about anything. A lot of times the two groups would merge and then chaos ensued in there

You would continue your classes and at the afternoon you'd hang out with him or Lily in he library since your studying styles where similar . You'd rest a little in the common room , with all your boys , but more often than not you'd end up wondering around

Usually you'd go for 30 minute walks around the castle or the school grounds

Most nights in which you went at the astrology tower you met Regulus and you'd sir there and talk.

There's times in which you went to the forbidden forest you'd usually meet Xenophilous Lovegood , and you'd talk about whatever obscure creature was circling him mind at the time.

Some times you'd meet some friendly Slytherin in the halls and you'd take some walks around the halls together in silence or not

Other you'd meet Slytherins that did not like you , but fortunately , no one really tried to hurt you (except for snivellous and his friend group) make it be because Remus lupin was scary and noone wanted to mess with his girlfriend, because you are friendly to everyone not depending on the house , or maybe even because you were one true marauder , quick at spells and hexes

Once you'd get back from your walk you'd talk a tad bit with the girls and then you'd ho with Remus at his dorm. You'd sleep together more often than not. You'd usually fall asleep listening to him read a book. Actually it wasn't the story that got you to get to sleep , but his voice. Soft and earthy. His voice felt like home to you. When you heard him whispering at you , you always felt a little bit safer

Thia took a weird turn ig?? Idk what I am doing I am just writing what feels good to me

[vodika-vibes]

For Want of Honey

Summary: You're a beekeeper on Pabu, and Echo is one of your best customers. You like to think you're friends, and a long conversation on a hot summer weekend changes your relationship forever.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @kiss-anon

You hum a quiet tune under your breath as you carefully set jars of honey out on the table in front of you. And then you set the bags of honey candy in their basket, and turn to pull out some homemade honey butter from where you store it on the trip between your home and the market.

And when you turn back to the stall you’re greeted by a blonde head of hair and dark eyes focused on one of the rolls you made fresh this morning.

“Good morning, Miss Omega.” You greet with a small grin as you lean on the table.

Omega’s gaze sheepishly snaps to meet yours, “Morning, Miss Bee.” She greets, “Your rolls smell really good. Did’ya make them this morning?”

“I did indeed. Would you like one?”

“I didn’t bring any credits,” Omega admits.

“Well, that’s alright. I won’t tell if you won’t.” You hand her a roll and grin as she immediately shoves it in her mouth, “Your brothers not feeding you, kiddo?”

“She’s eating us out of house and home, I swear we go to the store once a day and we never have enough food.” An amused voice pipes up from the side, and you turn and grin at Echo.

“I can’t help it,” Omega mumbles, her face reddening, “I’m hungry.”

You wink at Omega, “You’re a growing girl. Besides, based on how tall your brothers are, you’re going to be a tall woman, which means you need those calories.”

Omega grins, “See Echo, I need to eat so much.”

Echo smiles at his sister, “I heard.” And then he shakes his head as she runs off, “Thank you for humoring her, and for feeding her. How much do I owe you?”

“For my best customer?” You joke as you favor him with a warm smile, and you’re rewarded with him nervously rubbing the back of his neck and his ears burning red, “No charge.”

He smiles at you, a small shy little smile that makes your smile grow wider, and he moves to stand fully in front of the stall, “Well,” He says, as he studiously avoids your gaze, “Do you have anything new for us to try?”

“Just the same stuff, I’m afraid,” You reply, “I haven’t had time to experiment, since I set up the new beehouse.”

“Another new one?” Echo asks, surprised. “How many do you have now?”

“That was number eleven.” You say with a delighted grin, “I’m thinking I’m going to try and make some meade…well, once I figure out how. I would hate for it to be bad.”

“I don’t think anything you make could ever be bad,” Echo says in return, his gaze serious as he looks at you, though when you beam at him, he quickly looks the other way, the blush covering his ears spreading down to his neck.

You giggle, he really is too cute. “Well, thank you for the compliment, Echo. But you should have tasted some of my first attempts at candy. They were awful.”

“I have a hard time believing that. You’re always so sure about everything.” Echo’s gaze flickers to yours, and he flashes a small smile, “I’ve always admired that. You don’t let anything get under your skin.”

You shift some of the jars so that they look a little nicer, “Well, I used to. When I was a kid. And then I moved out and cut out my toxic family, and it turns out that I’m not actually hotheaded. I just react poorly to people digging at my insecurities.” You pause and then flush, “Sorry! I’m not, like, trying to trauma-dump on you or anything! You’re just really easy to talk to-”

Echo laughs and shakes his head, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I am.”

You sigh in relief, “That’s good. Here, have a roll. I made them this morning.”

Echo takes a roll with an amused quirk of his lips, “Thanks.” He takes a bite and is quiet for a moment, “You know,” He finally says, “I was a lot more confident before…well…” He motions to his scomp, “When I was whole.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, thinking on his words, “You know…you still seem really confident to me.”

“Sure, about fighting, and about military stuff. But anything else-”

You’re already shaking your head, “Echo, you come and talk to me week after week. You put up with my flirting and my jokes, and yeah, you blush and get a little flustered sometimes, but you never stop coming. That sounds like confidence to me.”

Echo pauses, and then his gaze snaps to yours, “Wait. Flirting?”

“...ah.” You sit up, and tuck your hair behind your ear, “You didn’t notice that-um…you can forget I said that.”

“No, no. I want to hear more. What’s this about flirting?” He asks, and you watch, amused, as he settles into his skin in a way that you’ve only seen glimpses of in the months you’ve known him. 

“It’s really not that important-”

“I need you to understand that there’s literally nothing more important to me at the moment than this.” Echo says with a grin.

You laugh softly, “Honestly, I thought you knew, and that was why you kept coming back.”

“I keep coming back because I like the way you smile at me.” Echo counters, “You smile at me like…well…like how women normally smile at Hunter.”

“I like you. I think you’re funny, and you’re fun to talk to, and you come to my stall every week.” You pause, and then you favor him with a small smile, “You know, you can always come to my farm. I won’t make you leave.”

He stares at you, surprised, “I…really? I thought that you’d be busy.”

“Oh, I’m always busy, but I can give you a suit, and you can follow me around while I work.” You grin at him, “I wouldn’t mind.”

“I might take you up on that offer.” Echo replies with a small smile. “Although,” He says slowly, thoughtfully, “I was thinking-”

“Yes?”

“Well, you know that the fireworks festival is at the end of the week, right?”

“I’m aware, yes.” You say with a laugh, “The flyers have been everywhere for the last month.”

“Do you want to come to the festival with me?” Echo asks, “Like. As my date?”

You beam at him, “I would love that!”

“You…you would?”

“Honestly, I was going to ask you if you hadn’t asked me. I was just trying to work up the nerve to do it.” You admit.

“You were nervous?”

“I wasn’t sure you’d say yes. Now it’s not a concern.” You grin at him, “Also, aren’t you supposed to be watching Omega?”

Echo blinks at you. Twice. And then he curses, “I have to go!”

You giggle, and press a small jar of honey into his hand, “Here you go, on the house. Maybe you can stop by my place tomorrow? I’m a pretty decent cook, even with things that aren’t honey related.”

Echo twists the bottle between his fingers, and he grins at you, “I’ll be there.” And then he slides the jar into the cloth bag that he’s carrying. He flashes one last crooked grin and a wave, and then he vanishes into the swelling crowd.

And you giggle in sheer delight, before you calm yourself and start humming a delighted little tune. This is going to be the best thing ever!

[messedupfan]

Chapter 3

Summary: Wanda gets help watching the boys from her mom. Y/n walks into a surprise when helping your friend.

A/N: Hello! Hope all is well and as always, enjoy! ALSO SPEAK NOW TV IS OUT!!! jhgefhjeghjgfe

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Summers made working from home the most difficult. Wanda could hardly concentrate on her work before one of her boys started complaining about being hungry or getting bored or asking to go to a friend's house, etc. She sometimes wishes that she could have sent them to a camp but Vision was against it because he wanted them at his house during his weeks since he had the time off as well. She knows that she would have missed them terribly as well which is why she was okay with dropping the subject then. But now that she was dangerously close to her deadline without even being close to a finished product, she thought she might go insane on her boys. 

That's when she calls her mom in for back up. Then instantly regrets it as soon as she sees the hole in the house. “Honey! What happened here?” 

“My marriage fell apart,” Wanda says simply as she rushes to her office. “Pietro is going to fix it, don't worry!” She shouts from the stairs so she can get to work before her mom can catch her in a lecture. The woman shakes her head and makes her way to the kitchen to start lunch for the boys and her daughter. She comes over consistently for the rest of the week to help with house chores, breakfast and lunch, and entertain her grandsons. 

Wanda is grateful for her mother's assistance and is able to get a decent design for pitch at the end of the month and start a few backup ideas. She likes to over prepare. She was even able to complete a budget report and the booklets for the investors by the start of the weekend. Wanda feels bad that she had to prioritize work over her kids but her mother reminds her that she was doing this work for them. That she needs to provide for them. Besides, Wanda was still cooking dinners with Tommy and Billy as well as watching movies every night before bed. Though, it was getting a little tense between the two boys with different interests. 

On Saturday morning, Pietro arrives with his sleepy daughter and Wanda tries to hold in her laughter as she helps the little girl to her bedroom so she can rest. “You’re here early,” Wanda says as she returns downstairs. 

“Mom called me last night. Told me that I should have started the minute I found out. Thank you for that by the way,” Pietro says as he drops some material on the ground. He had pushed some furniture around while she was helping his daughter. “Unfortunately for Luna, she still wanted to come with me. I told her last night we’d be here at six am sharp. She said she was fine with it until I actually had to wake her up. But,” he shakes his head in amusement, “she still wanted to come here.” 

Wanda crosses her arms and leans against the wall. “She loves her cousins,” she yawns. 

“That she does,” Pietro stares at his tools. “Can I tell you something that you can't tell anyone?” Wanda confirms that her brother can confide in her. “Crystalia and I are considering trying for another. She could use a sibling, you know?”

“Oh, Pietro, that's wonderful news!” Wanda congratulates her brother. 

“Thank you, but please, don't tell mom. She'll call about positions and give other advice that I do not need to hear again,” he says recalling the conversation he overheard his mom and sister having a few years ago. Wanda cringes at the memory herself. 

“I’ll spare you, don't worry,” she says. “I’m going to start some coffee, do you want any?”

“Yes please,” he rolls out the plans Wanda had sent to him. 

You are knocking on Jean's door as you check the time again to make sure that you aren't running late. Your friend asked you to be at the location by noon and he sent you the address this morning. From what you saw from the images online, the place looked nice enough. You wondered why it needed altering at all but remember that he said there was an accident that led to this alteration. 

The door opens and it's Anna, Jean's wife. “She’s almost ready, you're welcome to wait in the living room,” she says kindly. 

“Thank you,” you step inside. It never gets easier walking into this house even though it's been years since you've lived here. It was a gift from both your family and Jean's when the two of you got married. Because the two of you were so young, neither of you cared about a wedding. In fact, the two of you were engaged for less than a week when you drove off to a cheap chapel and eloped. Both of your families were upset because they wanted to be part of the wedding process but were still happy the two of you decided to tie the knot. And since there was some money being saved for future weddings and college funds, that at the time weren't going to be used, they pooled together that money and surprised you and Jean with this house. 

It was a fixer upper for sure and you worked on it every weekend until you were twenty-two. When you and Jean got divorced. You paid for every repair and upgrade with the tips you got bartending and any extra scraps from the job sites that your foreman approved for you to take. You still did repairs for the house here and there whenever they needed it and couldn't afford to hire someone. But, it was no longer your house and with how much time and money you put into the place, it was the hardest part of the marriage to let go of. 

You bounce your leg anxiously as you wait for your daughter to come out of her room. “Can I get you anything?” Anna asks before she enters the kitchen. “You seem a little anxious.”

“No, thank you,” you politely decline. “I’m doing a favor for my boss and I just want to do a good job and make a good impression,” you admit. “Plus, his sister is apparently some great architect and she could be a great connection but you know how I get around new people.” 

Anna nods, ignoring your words and listening to your body instead. “I’m making you some tea. It can help soothe your nerves so that you're not this loud jumbled energy. Your whole aura is a mess and it won't help you make a good impression.” She disappears in the kitchen before you can decline the beverage again. 

“Hey, babe! Who was at the- oh! It was you,” Jean says as she enters the living room space. “She’s almost ready,” she remarks about your daughter. “She’s a little nervous about all of the new friends she's going to make. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude about it but these kids are going to be nice to her right?” 

“Yeah, yeah, well,” you pause. “I hope so. But they're not all new to her. She's met Luna a few times and they get along great.  He said her cousins are sweet boys, closer to Rachel’s age. Besides, they'll have parental supervision and I'll be nearby the whole time.” You assure the mother of your child. 

“Okay,” she takes a relaxing breath as she joins you on the sofa. “That makes me feel better. Where's Anna?” 

“Making me a tea,” you say and lean in close. “Apparently my aura is a mess,” you say in a manner that lets Jean know that you find her wife's assessment of you ridiculous. Jean laughs at your silliness. 

“You’re a jerk, she's only trying to help,” Jean defends. 

You lean back with your hands up in surrender, “I never said I wasn't grateful. I am going to chug that tea, I promise. Scouts honor.” 

Jean rolls her eyes, “You were never a scout.” 

“That’s because I was corrupted by your bad influence,” you retort playfully. 

“Oh whatever, if I remember correctly, you were the one pulling all of the crazy stunts. I never did anything. I was an innocent bystander,” Jean points out. 

You laugh at the flood of childhood memories that you and Jean share. She wasn't wrong, you were constantly getting into trouble as kids. Only because you were trying to impress her and maintain her attention. No matter what the cost was. It was amazing that the two of you were still alive today. “Okay, that's fair,” you say as Anna returns with a thermos for you. “Oh cool, thank you. I'll bring this back to y'all next weekend.”

“No problem,” she sits next to Jean and throws her arm around the woman. Jean falls comfortably against her wife and the two share a sweet smile with each other. You look away from them as you feel longing for a relationship again. Not with Jean, of course. The two of you didn't have what she had found with Anna. But you want that with someone. To have the close connection these two have. It was difficult dating as a single parent at twenty-seven. Not everyone was understanding that Jean and you are better off friends and maintain a healthy relationship. Many situationships fail because your best stories involve your best friend, who happens to be your ex-wife. Another relationship killer is surprisingly that your daughter is always going to be your number one priority. Always. 

Luckily, your daughter comes into the room and hops on your lap as she happily greets you. Clearing your mind of any thought of loneliness. “Hey, pumpkin! Are you ready to go?”

“Hmm,” she looks at you nervously and then to her mom's. They are worried about her as much as you are. She doesn’t have many friends due to her social awkwardness. You jokingly claim she inherited it from her mother but you both know it was from you. “Is Luna really there?” she asks. You shift around to grab your phone and pull up your conversation with Pietro and find the picture he sent of Luna with her cousins and show it to her. “Oh! I know those boys! They go to my school,” she says excitedly which lets you know that is a good thing. “They were in my class last year!” She hops off of you and straightens her outfit out,“Okay, I'm ready.” Jean, Anna, and you laugh as her tone has changed so fast. 

“Alright, I’ll see the two of you next Saturday,” you say as you get up and follow your daughter. The two of you jam out to whatever pop artist that has her interest at the moment. You couldn’t keep up with her and the stuff she likes. Songs were simple enough to catch on with the lyrics and it amuses her when you get them very very wrong. 

When you arrive at the house, you see that Pietro has made a lot of progress on his own and torn up most of the wall from the outside. As you park, you receive a text from Wanda asking if the two of you were still on to buy her a drink later on. Another one saying that she is looking forward to it. You regretfully message that a work thing came up and that you will have to let her know. Then, you knock on the door and are surprised to see Wanda is the one answering. 

She looks at you as confused as you are. Her expression quickly drops to one that she hopes is threatening. “What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?” Wanda starts out defensively. Whispering in a sharp tone so she doesn't alarm her kids or her brother. You gulp as you try to find the right words to explain that you're not some crazy stalker. 

But Rachel speaks before you can get a word out. “Can I go play with Luna?” She asks Wanda sweetly. 

This throws the woman off as she looks down and notices your daughter. She freezes as she connects the dots. “Um, of course, sweetheart. Go on in, she's upstairs with her cousins.” The little girl runs inside and disappears up the stairs. “You’re the person my brother asked to help with the hole?” Wanda asks, still not letting you inside. 

“I really had no idea the two of you were related.” You say as you hold up your tool box. “But, uh, yeah. You're the work thing that might prevent me from buying you a drink later,” you try to lighten the mood. 

Wanda isn't sure if she wanted you in her house. You know nothing about her and she liked it that way. She knew that eventually she would have to open up to you if the two of you kept up with the meetings. But not like this. Not with you repairing the damage she did to her home. But when Pietro comes to the door she has no choice but to let you in. “Hey, Y/n, I'm glad you could make it. This is my little sister, Wanda,” he introduces. You stand there watching Wanda. Waiting to see if she wanted the two of you to be strangers. Or if you were allowed to reveal your acquaintance. But she remains quiet. Taking her cue, you offer your hand in greeting. “Wands, this is the person I told you about. They do fantastic work. If dad were still alive, he'd have us competing to take over the company,” he boasts. 

You laugh, “You speak too highly of me, P. It's great to meet you, Wanda.” 

“Thank you for coming to help my incompetent twin brother,” she emphasizes to let you know that she isn't younger than her brother as he claimed. “I truly appreciate it.” 

“Ouch,” Pietro holds his chest, “I’m doing a nice thing for you and this is how you treat me?” He shakes his head. “Come on in,” he waves you into the house. You follow him in and Wanda walks away, announcing that she's starting lunch. You keep your eyes in her direction a little longer than you should have and Pietro notices. He snaps his fingers in your face and you look at him. “Don’t think about it,” he says sternly. 

You hold a hand up in surrender, “I wasn't. She just,” you can’t continue because he doesn’t believe you. “Nevermind, are you ready to get to work?” You ask as you set your toolbox down and remove your jacket. 

Wanda checks on you and her brother every few minutes. Seeing the two of you sharing a laugh while you work. The ease at which you remove pieces of the house. She didn’t like that she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you, but deduced it to her not trusting the stranger in her house. An hour later, she’s offering everyone lunch. The kids come running down and Pietro tries to get you to take a break. But you aren’t certain you’re allowed to. 

“Are you hungry?” She asks as she steps over the line of tape Pietro made for the kids. 

“I’ll be fine,” you assure as you pull off another piece of the wall from the inside. “Hey,” you stop her from walking away. “Are you going to block my number?” you set the piece on the pile. 

“Why would I do that?” She asks with her arms crossing over her chest. 

“I’m not sure if accidentally finding out,” you make a noise as you pull another piece out, “where you live is considered a creepy offense.” You grin at her as you look at her over your shoulder. 

Wanda smiles a little, “No, I'm not going to block you. Only as a thank you though,” she steps around and looks back when she hears the kids laughing to see Pietro being silly. She turns back to you, “For the free labor, of course.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” you grab the water bottle you had nearby. “Maybe you're the one who tracked me down,” you jokingly accuse. “Heard your brother rave about my work so you found me at a liquor store and charmed me so that I wouldn't charge you.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself.” Then she scoffs as she remembers the two of you meeting. She certainly wasn't dressed to charm anyone. 

The two of you stand there for a moment, neither certain if that's the end of the conversation. She wants to walk away to go eat but she wants to be certain that you're fine with going on without a meal. You are trying to decide whether or not it's too late to accept her offer and aren't sure if she's going to ask again or leave you to continue working. When she doesn't move you pull your gloves off as you step closer. “What’s for lunch?”

“Food that I made,” she says vaguely but still playful. 

“Am I still allowed to find out?” You shove the gloves in your back pocket. 

“I suppose I can't let you starve,” she replies. “But you didn't seem like you wanted any before.”

You shrug, “I didn't want to appear rude.”

Wanda nods once and drops her arms, “Some people might say it’s rude to decline a meal.” 

“I wasn’t raised that way,” you say, “But I do know people that have, so that’s a fair point.” 

She smiles at the floor as you stand a few inches from her now. “You are welcome to take a break and eat. Consider it another part of my payment.” She looks back up at you then quickly turns away. You follow her to the table where everyone else is eating. You pass them to wash your hands in the kitchen sink. There is more laughter and you turn to see your daughter, who you think is hilarious but is normally very shy around people she isn’t comfortable with, causing the laughter. Wanda notices a bit of food on Rachel’s chin and she instinctively wipes it with a napkin. You dry your hands and join the table. 

You sit in the empty seat next to your daughter and serve yourself a plate. You get to know Tommy and Billy as the group of you enjoy the lunch together and you feel better about letting Rachel hang out with them. Pietro was being truthful when he said that they are sweet boys. Once the kids finish up, they are racing up the stairs to resume their activities, leaving the adults to the table. “Thank you guys for helping me out. I truly appreciate it,” Wanda says as she sips her drink from her cup. 

“Thank us when the work is done, alright?” Pietro says as finishes his plate. You agree as you finish your food as well. 

“We should get back to it. Thank you, the meal was delicious,” excuse yourself from the table, grabbing as many plates as you can carry to the sink. Wanda tries to intercept but ultimately grabs what you can’t carry and follows you to the sink.

“You really didn’t have to, I could’ve taken care of it,” she says as she moves the plates. “But thank you, again.” 

You smile at her, “It’s really no big deal, Wanda.” You walk away to continue to work with her brother. 

As it gets close to dinner time, Pietro receives a call from his wife and he has to call it a day. He quickly packs his things, pulls Luna away from a serious Mario Kart competition, and bids everyone a goodnight. “I’ll see you guys in the morning before you’re off to your dad’s,” he says as he hugs his nephews goodbye. “Thank you for helping me with this,” he says to you. The two of you slap your hands together and pull into a short hug. 

“No problem, man. You know I’m always willing to help,” you reply. “Besides, I owe you.” 

Pietro nods once in acknowledgement and then moves on to his sister. “Do I need to rent a wood chipper? For tomorrow? Send the bastard a good message.” 

Wanda laughs, “No, he’ll just sue you for property damages. You don’t need to be dealing with that on top of everything else. He’s not worth it.” 

“But you are,” he says and hugs her. “Give your aunt and cousins hugs,” he tells his daughter. She does as he says sadly because she doesn’t want to go yet. Pietro promises the crying girl that they’ll be back the next morning but she is still reluctant to go. Unfortunately, he has to carry the girl crying all the way to his truck. The boys run off with Rachel to try and finish the match before it’s time for her to go too. 

You laugh as you watch them disappear. “I guess that’s my cue as well,” you say as you start to pack up your things. There’s an awkwardness to your movements as you aren’t sure if the previous plans for the two of you were still on or not. But you aren’t sure how to ask. “I’ll uh, see you tomorrow?” 

Wanda nods slowly as she watches you. “I wanted to keep our plans but, I’m sure you’re exhausted and well, keeping those kids entertained was pretty draining.” 

“Oh, yeah, no,” you wave your hands around as you play off the disappointment. “I get it. Another time then?” You toss your jacket over your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Wanda nods, “I don’t have Tommy and Billy this week. Maybe we can figure out a time to meet up. And it doesn't have to be at the store.” 

“Um,” you look to the floor then look back up, “Rach and I have a camping trip planned this week. We're leaving Monday morning. We'll be back on Friday, though. So maybe Friday night?” Wanda begins to worry about what the meet up might be interpreted as. She isn't sure why now she was having this anxiety. She said that she was looking forward to the store. She suggested that they meet somewhere else. Almost as if you can read her mind, you include. “It’d be nice to have a friend that isn't my ex-wife or my boss.”

“Aren’t I technically your boss until this is done?” Wanda asks with a playful tone. 

“You’re not paying me,” you retort. 

“I am, in food,” she reminds you. 

You click your teeth, “You’ve got me there.” You walk to the bottom of the stairs and call out for your daughter to let her know it's time to go. “So, Friday?” 

“Will you be offended if I bring someone?” Wanda asks as she thinks about how she can solidify that it's just friends hanging out. Nothing more. 

You laugh, “No, I won't be offended. The more, the merrier.” Rachel comes running down the stairs. “Ready, pumpkin?” You ask as she stops beside you. 

“Yeah, I almost beat Tommy, but he got me,” she frowns. “I will get him tomorrow though. I'm going to kick his butt!” she says with determination. Then she looks at Wanda and freezes, not noticing her there before. 

Wanda smiles at the young girl and leans forward, “Can you keep a secret?” Rachel nods, her eyes still wide. “I hope you win,” she straightens up and follows you and Rachel to the front door. “I'll see you tomorrow,” she says to you as she leans against the front door. 

“I will see you tomorrow, Wanda,” you bid her a goodnight and climb into your car. 

“I think Tommy and Billy will be great brothers,” Rachel says as she gets her playlist ready. 

“What are you going on about over there?” You say with a laugh. 

Rachel shrugs as she finds a love song, “It's okay, you’ll catch up eventually.” You laugh at her randomness. 

Wanda calls the boys down so they can start dinner and she smiles every time she thinks of your name.

Chapter 4

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 9 Nutcracker (Chucky-Doll version)

Day 9 brings for the first time ever a fic about the doll version of Charles Lee Ray, bear with me on this everyone lol

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluffy, No specific descriptions or pronouns for reader used. Doll, just doll, nothing weird happens but if you don't like that this isn't the fic for you.

"You know, you're like the size of one of those nutcrackers now"

"Jesus Christ, why the fuck did I think coming here was a good idea?"

"Oh c'mon Chuck, you love me. Plus would you rather be here with me or with Tiffany?"

"I'd rather be actually in fucking hell then with either of you if I'm honest"

"You're such a stick in the mud, Nutcracker"

You grinned at the doll standing on the side opposite side of your bed as you. He had shown up a few days prior and it took you a minute to realize your former serial killer boyfriend was now inside the doll. Apparently some voodoo magic or something along those lines had happened to get him in the doll but you really didn't care.

"I. Am. Not. A. Fucking. Nutcracker."

"I didn't say you were, I said you were the size of one"

He rolled his eyes but sat down beside you. The tv in your bedroom was playing some cheesy love story Christmas movie on it that neither of you were really paying attention to.

"Do you like...need to eat?"

"What?"

He asked unimpressed.

"Do you need to eat? Like you're a doll now but do you still get hungry"

"Look doll, I've only been a doll for like a week now, I haven't even figured most of this shit out"

"Well if it's been a week and you haven't felt hungry or eaten maybe the answer is no"

"I mean I guess babe sure-"

'You are really the size of a nutcracker though"

"If you mention a nutcracker one more fucking time"

"I'm sorry chuck!, you're just so cute and portable now. I can get one of those baby carriers and carry you around in it"

"No. No baby carrier"

"Oh c'mon! I can carry you to victims houses and everything."

He gave a grunt in response and you could HEAR the eyeroll he gave you from his place next to you on your bed. Just because Chucky was a doll now, that didn't mean he was immune to your teasing.

"Ya know somethin' chuck?"

You asked much quieter as you turned in bed to face his small figure.

"What doll?"

"I'm happy you came to find me instead of Tiffany"

"Really doll? and what would of happened if I would've found Tiff first instead. Would you have been jealous?"

He asked in a cocky tone, you knew he was teasing you.

"Fuck you Chuck, you do look like a nutcracker"

You said turning around in the bed to turn the bedside lamp off. You heard him let out an offended gasp.

"I'm not a fuckin nutcracker!"

He exclaimed but joined you in laying all the way down.

"Sure you aren't Chuck"

You teased one more time as you lulled off into sleep. The next morning you awoke before Chucky and decided to go run some errands and maybe get a little payback for him accusing you of being jealous of Tiffany....which you totally weren't...of course not.

You were down in the kitchen, making breakfast for you and Chucky until you heard a yell come from the bedroom.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm not a goddamn nutcrack!"

Chucky apparently liked the nutcracker clothes you had bought him when you went to the store, maybe even better then his good guy doll overalls. You grinned to yourself, maybe one day you would convince him to transfer his spirit into an actual nutcracker for the holidays.

[kyojurismo]

This is an emergency request, my depression has been really rough lately, I just haven't felt motivated to do anything and just feel stuck.

My request is how would Kyojuro Rengoku and Tengen Uzui help reader with this?

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon, i’m so sorry it took longer than expected, but it’s been a shitty weekend ngl… anyway, i’m sending you a big hug, i’ve been in the same situation not so long ago 🫂

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. am i gonna take this opportunity to put some things ppl should learn to accept? yes i am. r is not exactly a demon slayer but that’s up to you since i didn’t stated it explicitly hehe, kyojuro is unaware about the situation at first, fluff, depression, negative thoughts, it also comes a bit from my own experience so um it might not be the same to everyone yeah. lemme know if i forgot to tag something pls.

before we start, i want to add that i deeply care about this particular request <3

KYOJURO RENGOKU

kyojuro noticed you were acting “strange” but he thought that you were simply tired, some sleep would surely help you…

if you were able to sleep, he noticed you’d sleep too much

if you didn’t, he heard you toss and turn around the whole night

he felt bad because he didn’t know how to exactly help you

the worst came when one day you didn’t wanted to get out of bed

“good morning, sunshine,” he gently murmured while moving the cover off your head. he kissed your forehead and stayed there cuddling with you, hoping this would help you getting up

“you’ll be late,” you said, not moving

“i wanted to have breakfast with you first,” he smiled widely, caressing your cheek. “it’s all ready,” he added

“i’m not hungry.”

he frowned. he wouldn’t actually force you to get up, he’s not like that, but he tried to playfully grab your hips to move you

“leave me alone!” you pushed kyojuro away, snapping at him

kyojuro apologised and sat there for a moment, deep in thoughts

he decided to get up and eat his breakfast. he got ready for the day and decided to leave the tray with your portion close to the futon, so you could grab it easily

“i’ll be back,” he informed you before reluctantly leaving

once gone, you started crying and hid yourself under the covers. you felt bad about snapping at him, but you couldn’t control it

needless to say, you didn’t get out of bed once and the food was long forgotten

you simply felt stuck

you wanted to go out with kyojuro… but you just couldn’t do it?

when he was finally back, his smile disappeared completely when he noticed you were still in bed

he took a deep breath and put his katana away, taking off his haori too. he kneeled beside you and gently moved the covers

“would you like to take a bath with me? it might help,” he asked you, caressing your cheeks. “i… don’t know?” you met his eyes

“i’ll take you there, alright?” he said before gently taking you into his arms and getting you to the bathtub

kyojuro helped you bathing, praising you the whole time

he saw you struggling and he had not intention to call you lazy or something, on the contrary he wanted to help you the best he could

“i know you’re not hungry, but it might help you feel better?” he caressed your back slowly, comforting you

somehow he convinced you to eat, you felt a little better after the bath after all

he changed the futon, so it would be fresh and clean and feel more welcoming, before convincing you to sit on the engawa with him for a while

the gentle breeze of the night caressed your face, making you shiver

“i’m so sorry,” you whispered before starting crying. he hugged you and kissed your head, holding you close to his chest. “don’t apologise, darling. i know you’re struggling and i’m here to help you.”

you felt somehow as a burden for him, he had to take care of you even after his training session and you knew how tiring they were

“it’s already getting better, you see? you’re out of bed,” he smiled, kissing your nose. “tomorrow will go even better, trust me.”

he wasn’t grossed out by your behaviour, he helped you keep yourself clean and convinced you to eat if you refused to

he spent the night awake with you if you had trouble sleeping, making sure the negative thoughts filling your head would go away by talking and talking, making you finally smile

kyojuro never pushed you to do anything tho, because he wanted to avoid you from closing up in yourself

he’s not perfect but he’s learning.

TENGEN UZUI

tengen was a bit harsh in the beginning

[let’s be serious for a moment, due to the time they’re living in i don’t think they would be that experienced lol]

he noticed you slowly retiring from any kind of activity

you didn’t wanted to leave the house that much

you prepared lunch and dinner with less enthusiasm

your sleep schedule started to get messy

you even skipped bathing with him

you started feeling self conscious and avoided being naked around him

but you also felt like some kind of force was blocking you from following your usual routine

it felt heavy. too much.

“hey, it’s really late,” his voice startled you. tengen got up early as usual, but didn’t forced you to do the same

“baby, with late i mean it’s past lunch time.”

you stayed hidden under the covers, his eyes burning on your figure

“y/n,” he tried again, getting down on his knees. “baby, you really need to get up.”

you didn’t reply, of course. you knew you had to but you just couldn’t do it

tengen moved the covers away from your body, making you flinch due to the light coming from outside

“no!” you tried to get em from his hand, your expression screaming that you were angry for his actions

“tell me what’s wrong,” he effortlessly kept the covers away from you, staring at you in a serious manner

“i don’t know, okay?! just leave me alone!” you hit his chest, trying to move his body away. useless.

“you’ve been sleeping a lot these past days, you’re rarely getting up. tell me what’s going on,” he tried again, clenching his fist

“i told you already!” tears rolled down your cheeks, catching his eyes. his gaze softened, feeling bad for the way he acted. “i can’t do that, i just can’t.”

tengen pulled you to his chest and let you cry, caressing your back in a comforting manner

once you were done crying, he stayed there with you for a little more

“i’m sorry for screaming,” you muttered after a while. “that’s okay, i was in the wrong.”

“are you hungry?” he asked you, his big hands kept caressing your back. “i think so.”

“good! cause i made something very flashy,” he winked at you, trying to make you smile

tengen learned to respect your times, not forcing you

he helped you eat, bathing yourself even if you were a bit contrary on him seeing you, made sure you were sleeping properly

he enjoyed cooking for you during these kind of episodes ngl

“i’m very, very proud of you,” he kissed your head while cuddling with you in bed. you were grateful he didn’t judged you and didn’t complained about your behaviour

he showed patience and showered you with his love nonetheless

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what it i tell you the draft was about the get deleted after i finished writing it? lmao. as i said, it might work differently for others, and if you have gross comments to share then keep ‘em to yourself, thank you

[mikkyss]

Note : I’m not used to making this kind of stuff so ye it might be bad

Morning with them!

・Characters: Diluc, Xiao, Heizou

・Fluff, Modern AU 

☆ Diluc

It was early in the morning, and surprisingly you had a great night sleep! Not that it wasn't like that everyday, but this time it was so much better. You turned around, spreading your arms waiting for your daily morning hugs but the bed felt kind of empty. You opened your eyes to see that diluc wasn't there.

"Diluc? Where are you?" You thought he was in the bathroom but you recieved no response. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your arms.

You got up to fix your bed, and as always some of the pillows were laying on the ground.

As soon as you were done, you opened the door and you instantly smelled bacon and eggs. Your favorite breakfast! And of course there could only be one person that was cooking, Diluc.

You saw that he had just finished cooking so you quickly went to him and hugged him from behind. He was startled but a soft smile appeared on his face knowing that it was you.

"How was your sleep?" He asked. You loved hearing his morning voice, it was soothing for you.

"It was great! Actually this time it was much more better. Do you know why?"

He hummed, "Why is that?"

You chuckled hugging his waist tighter. "It's because you were there, beside me. We don't usually get to sleep together because of how busy you are at work. Me finally being able to cuddle you last night before sleeping after weeks made me happy!"

He hugged you and kissed your forehead, "I promise, I will make it up to you now that I have taken a week off."

"That's why I love you so much!"

"I love you too. Now let's eat, you look pretty hungry."

"Oh I'm starving! Thanks for cooking breakfast!"

☆ Xiao It was 7:45 am, you woke up pretty early today. You turned around and saw xiao facing you, still sleeping. He looked absolutely adorable while sleeping. It was mornings like this that you love, the sun is bright, the sunlight seeping through your window, the birds chirping, and of course being beside your lover, Xiao. You smiled and cupped his face, you were pretty happy that these past few days, he slept well! No Nightmares and he was able to sleep properly! You were about to get up and cook the both of you breakfast but he quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. 

"Good morning-" He suddenly kissed you, making you shut up. 

"Stay here a little longer. Please?" He was willing to beg you to stay. He wanted to cuddle you more but he won't ever admit that to you of course. 

A part of you wanted to get out of his grip, but you didn't want him to get all grumpy early in the morning. Another part of you wanted to also stay with him in bed a little more. "Fine. A few more minutes." Of course you chose the 2nd option!

It was saturday anyway, and the both of you don't have any important things to do today, so the 2nd option was the best option!  ☆ Heizou Your boyfriend Heizou, isn’t really much of a morning person. Not until he has fully woken up, that’s when he gets all energetic. You opened your eyes to see him asleep, you were about to get closer to his face but you noticed a small hint of smile that he was trying so hard to hide. “Oh heizou, I know you’re awake.” You giggled, seeing that he was trying so hard not to laugh. “Hm, if you’re really sleeping then you wouldn’t mind me tickling you?” He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head in defeat. You giggled and got under the blanket with him. “Don’t tell me you feel upset because you didn’t trick me.” “I’m not upset!” “Sure, whatever you say.” You got up to check the time which made Heizou frown. He didn’t want to get up yet since it was still early. You opened up the curtains and went to the bathroom. When you were done, you saw that heizou was still in bed. You wanted to start the day early because you and heizou made plans to go somewhere today! “Heizou, get up. We have to go somewhere today!” He whines and covers his face with his pillow. “5 more minutes.” “No.” The last time you listened to him saying 5 more minutes, the both of you ended up waking up again at 11 am, when he literally promised that he would get up early to help you clean the house! You weren’t that mad at him because at least you got a few extra hours of sleep. “Heizou.” “Fine!” ———————————————— THIS SUCKS BYE CRYRING

[lovingonryles]

a job well done

i’m gonna start by saying this is for a friend’s birthday, there is absolutely no other reason i’d be writing this otherwise 💀 anyways, love u ava, u better enjoy 🤬

pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, cursing, mentions of sex but no direct smut, actress!reader and timothée are filming something together, probably very ooc!timothée, basically just a bunch of fluff

word count: 965, should take about seven and a half minutes to read

listen to: banana pancakes by jack johnson

IT WAS UNUSUAL for you to be asleep this long. your boyfriend had been beside you awake for a while now, when usually, it was the other way around.

the way your schedule worked, you were used to early mornings filming or getting on flights that it just became a habit. so to say it concerned timothée when it’d been two hours since his awakening and you were still sound asleep next to him was an understatement.

he didn’t want to be disruptive, but he didn’t want you to stay asleep much longer. he started by gently shaking you, which didn’t work. he tried a bit harder, but again, that road led to a dead end.

“darling…come on, wake up…” he whispered, which again, led nowhere. “darling!” he tried a bit louder. he sighed when your eyes stayed shut. with one final, heavy push, your eyes shot open.

due to the light coming into the trailer, you immediately threw your hands over your eyes and groaned. “what’s the deal?” you whined. he just laughed.

“it’s 11:00 in the morning, honey. you gotta get up.” you quickly took your hands off your eyes, which was a bad idea, since the light made you squint. you looked him dead in the eyes while doing so, however.

“funny joke. why did you actually wake me up?”

“i’m not joking.” he grabbed his phone from the bedside table. “look.” you widened your eyes just the slightest bit to see that the lock screen did indeed read 11:16 am.

“oh my god…” you muttered. “i don’t know how that happened, i’m so sorry, you should’ve just done stuff without me,” you rambled.

“hey. look at me.” timothée placed his hands on your face. “it’s not your fault. it’s okay. i just didn’t want to be late to get on set.” he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

you giggled and raised an eyebrow. “you sure?”

“100%.” he got up and started stretching. “you hungry? i can get us some breakfast before we have to leave.” you laughed at his little routine. “what?” he asked, stopping. all you could do was shake your head and laugh.

“oh, so this is funny to you, huh?” timothée leaned over next to you to grab a pillow. without warning, he threw it straight at your face. you just gasped.

“don’t start a fight you know you can’t win.”

“trust me, honey, i’m planning on winning.” you threw the pillow back at him, but he caught it.

more pillows got added to the mix, and soon enough, they weren’t even being used anymore; just you two wrestling on the bed. it was all giggles and laughs until you all but pleaded him to stop.

there was a moment of silence after that as you lay on the bed underneath him. the air was thick and heavy as he remained on top of you, panting. timothée brushed a lock of hair out of your face. you could see his pupils dilate. you, in turn, gently swatted his arm. “don’t try anything. we have places to be in a few hours.”

you crawled out from underneath him and started to walk to the kitchen. the pillow fight gave you a bit of energy to enter the trailer living area. you could hear him yell. “i wasn’t going to-”

“save it,” you giggled. you turned around, hearing him exit the room. his mouth opened, trying to say something, but you grabbed his hand. he looked down, confused. you grabbed his face to kiss him.

it was just a little peck to distract him. your plan worked as he stood with a small smile afterwards. “so, you’re getting breakfast?” you confirmed cheekily.

all he could do was nod. “on me.” you concluded it was a job well done.

AFTER THE BREAKFAST your boyfriend "very lovingly," in his words, ordered, you two got ready to head on set and meet your castmates. that was all it would be for the day, so you didn't know why you felt so nervous.

timothée noticed it as you walked out of the trailer. "you okay?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. you nodded.

"ya," you quietly mumbled. you were playing with your hands, a habit he noticed you did when you were stressed. he grabbed one of your hands gently as an ailment.

"it's gonna be okay," he promised. you blushed at the simple touch and turned back to where you were walking. he smiled at this and ruffled your hair, only after giving the top of your head a chaste kiss.

meeting the cast wasn't nearly as bad as you imagined, and by the end of it, you actually wished you had more time to stay.

when you got back in your trailer, you mostly spent the evening unwinding. you two ordered more food since you were too bothered to make anything.

the night ended with you filing your nails after the picking you'd done at your earlier while you watched a movie. you were sitting on your boyfriend's lap as he braided your hair. the only light in the room present was the soft glow of your laptop with the movie playing.

you really weren't paying too much attention to it. you were too focused on timothée's fingers gently pulling strands of your hair over one other. it was a kind of weird thing he did in spite of boredom; he liked doing your hair. it came from watching his mother do his sister's hair. he was a fast learner from just simply observing. you teased him for being a hairdresser in a previous life.

"all done," he mumbled, snapping you out of your daze. you turned around, craning your neck to give him a gentle kiss.

"thanks, baby."

"anytime, honey."

[niabang]

Only Me and You

Continuation of The Summer it Came True

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Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

Word Count: 2984

Hi guys!!! Merry Christmas to you all and thank you for reading ilysm ♡. Posted a long chapter as a Christmas gift! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclamer: this chapter contains some soft dom × bratty sub dynamics and some really steamy kissing!

More under the cut!

You woke up the next morning on the floor just beside your bed. You made your way to the bathroom to pee and just brushed your teeth at once.

The pain was finally gone, thank goodness, and you were so hungry you could eat a whole cow. You washed your face, changed your pad and made your way back to your bed, and began to scroll on your phone.

You checked your messages, and you instantly felt bad.

Mines 🤎

Babe, are you okay?

I don't know why you locked me out, but please take care of yourself.

If you need anything, I'm right across the hallway

               1:38 am

Gosh, you were so mean to him for no reason yesterday. Well, not for no reason, but still. He just wanted to make sure you were doing fine, and you just yelled at him and locked him out, then proceeded to refuse his multiple appeals to be let back in.

You decided you were going to make it up to him somehow. You unlocked your door as quietly as you could and tiptoed to his bedroom to "surprise" him but when you opened the door he wasn't there so you made your way downstairs quietly and there he was in the main living room sitting on a couch watching tv.

You crept up behind him and put your hands over his eyes, being careful not to poke him with your nails. You had to get them done, actually.

You forgot how strong your boyfriend was as you didn't realise it when he stretched his hands backwards and somehow flipped you onto his lap. It happened so fast it gave you whiplash.

"Hi." You said smiling at your beautiful man. He always looked so good in the morning it was insane. His fluffy, curly hair was the best part, and you used your hands to move it out of his face a bit.

You looked down a bit and realised that he was shirtless. Bare. Exposed. Half naked. Whatever you wanted to call it. His pecks and abs were on full display close up. You wanted to trace every inch of his skin, feel every ridge with your fingers and maybe your tongue, but no one asked, and you probably shouldn't have thought that.

"My face is up here, Kel." Chan's voice snapped you out of thought. Shit were you staring that long for him to notice?

You snapped your head up at him, and your mouth couldn't even move for you to even try to explain yourself, but luckily for you, your boyfriend was being quite the chatterbox today.

"I mean, you don't have to stop looking if you don't want to. I'm yours." What in the world even prompted him to say that?

"Are you doing drugs, Chan?" You asked, putting the back of your hand on his forehead.

"No, I'm just happy my beautiful girl is back, and the evil monster from yesterday is gone." He said through a smile and pulled closer to him. You gave him a deadpan look and rolled your eyes to show that you were not amused.

"Oh no, she's back." He said, feigning fear in his voice.

You put your arms around his neck and then rest your head on his shoulder.

"You're so silly." You said after positioning yourself.

"Well, that's one of the many reasons why you love me, isn't it? He said while stroking your thigh.

"Maybe." You answered, and then chan lifted you up from his body and looked at you like he forgot something important.

"What?" You asked him to getting a bit worried.

"You still haven't eaten." Was he even real?

"My God, chan, you scared me. I'm the one starving, and I'm not even that worried." He was such an alarmist sometimes.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat."  Chan dragged you to the kitchen where you finally had a proper meal for the past two days.

"Don't lock me out again." He said when you were done with your food. He practically down next to you and watched you eat the whole time

"Hmm, is that an order or a request?" You replied.

"Hmm, i don't know anyone you'd like it to be. He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I'll think about it. By the way I want to get my hair and nails done I'm tired of these braids and i want a new look but the thing is I don't know if there are any salons that work with my hair type here." You explained your ordeal to your boyfriend.

"You should be able to find one here. Maybe check Google or something, and if you don't find one, just leave your hair out. I miss your fluffy hair." If you had skin any lighter than what you had now, you would be red as a tomato.

"I have been meaning to dye my hair actually, but I don't know what color, and I'm kind of scared of my hair falling out." You told chan.

"Then just do whatever you're comfortable with. Your hair still looks good as it is." Chan assured you.

"If I do end up dyeing my hair, maybe I'll go ginger like you. What do you think?"

"Well, they do say imitation is the best form of flattery..." What did you even expect this man to say in the first place?

"It's my fault for asking you dumbass." You said in the most condescending way you could.

"Call me that again. I dare you." You could have just said you were sorry and gone about your day, but you couldn't help but test your boyfriend.

He was standing up now and hovering above you with his two hands resting on the kitchen island.

"D-U-M-B-A-S-S, DUMBASS." You spelt it out, pronounced it, and as if that wasn't enough, you splashed a bit of water from your glass on his face and decided to make a run for it.

Chan chased you around every corner of the house, and you just kept on running with no direction. As long as he didn't catch you, you'd be okay.

You made your way upstairs, and chan was right behind you. You saw that his room door was open and decided to run in there then lock the door but you realised way too late that your plan wasn't going to work because chan had already made it into the room with you.

You immediately picked up a pillow and started swatting it around as your defense, but chan unfortunately matched your energy with a pillow of his own.

You decided to give up because there was no way you were going to win this fight against your boyfriend, so you surrendered.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll stay still." You dropped your pillow on the bed and sat down next to it to prove that you were really surrendering.

Chan dropped his pillow to and then proceeded to do the worst thing ever. He started to tickle you.

You laughed and struggled till you couldn't endure it anymore and begged chan to stop.

He stopped, and you guys stayed still looking into each others eyes till chan placed a kiss on your forehead and rested his head on your chest.

"You could have just said you wanted cuddles instead of almost tickling me to death." You said to him.

"Shh." He snuggled into you more, and you started to play with his hair.

He was everything you ever needed.

...

You and chan spent almost half the day taking out your braids. He offered to help you, and you really didn't want to take them out all by yourself, so you taught him how to.

He inflicted some sort of pain on your scalp every now and then, but he was trying his best so you endured, and plus, you didn't want him to feel bad for trying to help you.

He was going to take you to get your hair and nails done, and you still didn't know what you wanted to get. You would figure it out.

...

You resumed your normal gym activities with chan, and it only took you like an hour of begging the previous day to convince him to let you guys go back.

And even when he agreed to let you guys go back, he babied you so much. For starters, he made you guys take the car instead of jogging, and then he proceeded to remind you to drink water every five minutes.

"Chan, I'm not sick, you know? I'm all better now, I promise." You tried to sound as reassuring as possible.

"I know, baby, but just drink some water, please." You knew he wasn't going to stop till you drank the water, so you did. And there was just something about the way he talked to you that made you comply.

He took it extra easy on you while he was helping with your exercises, and when you were done for the day, he gave you a head pat and told you he was proud of you. The switch up was insane. He was basically guarding you like an egg.

You felt like you barely did anything, but you said nothing because you were currently weak in the knees over the treatment you were getting, and you didn't want it to stop anytime soon.

When you got home, you guys got ready for you to go get your hair and nails done, and you decided that you were going to go ginger like chan, but you didn't tell him. You wanted it to be a surprise.

You figured you'd eventually have to tell him if the people that worked in the salon spoke no English so he could translate for you which would take the fun out of it all but thankfully it was a foreigner who owned the beauty parlour and they spoke English so your surprise was saved.

Chan waited for you in the car while you were getting your hair done, and it was taking longer than expected. You got hungry halfway, but you couldn't text him to get you food because he'd see your hair, so you suffered in silence.

They started to wash out the dye from your hair, and the colour turned out so good you were in love. You asked for a silk press after that because you hadn't straightened your hair in a while, and you did say you wanted something different.

Chan came in and sat in the lounge of the salon while you were still there, but he didn't see you because the corner where you were getting your nails done was closed off from his view.

When you were finally done, you collected the bill and walked straight over to where he was sitting. He had airpods in and was doing something on his phone, so he didn't even notice that you were standing in front of him.

You tapped his shoulder twice, and his head snapped up to you. He took out his airpods, and you just stretched your palm out in front of him.

He gave you a confused look and looked back at your palm still in lou of what was going on till you asked him for his card then he went "oh!"brought out his wallet and handed you his card happily.

You walked over to the pay point and paid them for their services before leaving with chan.

"So what do you think?" You asked chan as you guys were walking to the car.

"Reminds me of someone." He answered. You couldn't even be mad because you basically brought it upon yourself by dyeing your hair the same colour as your cocky boyfriend's.

"I'm so done with you." You said in fake annoyance and attempted to walk faster than he was when he pulled you close to him by your waist before you could get any further.

"My pretty girl, you look so good, and your hair looks amazing." He said, then placed a peck on the cheek facing him.

You don't know exactly what happened because you completely blacked out when you heard the words "my pretty girl" leave Chan's lips.

Shit it took everything in you not to have a full on make out sesh with him in the exposed parking lot.

You both got into the car, and chan started to drive.

"Chan, I'm hungry." You said.

"What do you want?" He asked you.

"I'm craving pasta right now,"

"Hmm, pasta... I think i know a good place."

Chan took you to a restaurant where you guys ate, and when you were done, you let him pay again. You knew it made him happy to do it, but a part of you chipped away watching him.

You both got into the car and chan started to drive again but you told him to stop at a supermarket for some ice cream. You got a mini bucket for you guys to share, and you both got on your way.

"Kel, you haven't had water since you ate, have you?" He asked you while driving, and you looked at him. His eyes were still focused on the road. You didn't answer him.

"Kel?" He repeated your name looking for an answer.

"No." You said in a hushed tone. When chan heard your reply, he sighed and reached for the bottle of water he gave to you in the cup holder without removing his attention from the road.

"Here, drink it." He said, handing the bottle to you.

"But I'm not thirsty." You said taking the bottle from him. You knew you would end up drinking the water, but you just wanted a rise out of him.

"Kel, just drink it it's not that hard. "

"You're bossing me around, I'm not a kid."

"Baby, I'm not bossing you around. I'm only trying to take care of you, so please just drink water." Ah shit he got you.

You opened up the bottle and drank as much as you could, and chan watched you out of the corner of his eye. You dropped the bottle back in the holder when you were done.

"That's my good girl." He said and patted your thigh.

You have no freaking idea how you restrained yourself from straddling him in the front seat and doing nasty things to him.

You both got home, and chan went into the kitchen to do something, so you sat on the island watching him while eating your ice cream.

You asked him if he wanted some, and when he said yes, he grabbed a spoon and joined you. It was practically useless because he had both hands on either side of you, and you had resulted in feeding him.

Chan had been testing you in his own ways all day and he finally tipped the scale when he used his thumb to wipe some ice cream away from the corner of your lips and proceeded to lick it while maintaining eye contact.

You instantly dropped the bowl of ice cream and pulled chan closer to you by the belt loops on his trousers and kissed him.

The kiss started off slow with chan letting you lead, but that didn't last long once he gained entrance with his tongue. He took his hands off from your sides and placed one on your cheek and one on your back to sturdy you.

His tongue felt so good against yours that you didn't want him to stop. You let out a particularly unfathomable sound when chan bit down on your bottom lip, and you felt chan smirk against your lips. Cocky mf.

You put your hands on his shoulders and wrapped your legs around him using them to pull him in closer, and you slightly angled your head so that chan could go deeper.

You both were damn near devouring each other when Chan's phone rang and it was his mom, so he had to take it. You knew because he had a special ringtone saved for her.

"Fuck." Chan said after he pulled away from the kiss before he picked up the phone. You could see the bulge that had formed in his pants and you were pretty sure your panties were soaked. Chan's mom insisted on a videocall because she wanted to see you two.

"Hi mom." You said when Chan panned the phone in your direction. She insisted that you call her that instead of "Mrs Bang."

"Oh wow you look so pretty, you guys got matching hair colours that's cute. So how are you two doing?" She asked.

You could have told her that you and her son were just down each other's throats but you stuck to a simple "Thank you mom we're doing great. Everything is going well. How are things on your end?"

She told you how everyone was doing and when chan came in to frame she squealed to herself and rejoiced in the fact that she was going to have beautiful grandkids. She was so cute.

"Mom!" Chan said sounding embarrassed and she apologised and went back to talking to you.

"So Kel how is work going going?"

"Wow mom did you just call me to talk to Kel?"

"If I'm being truthful... yes."

"Oh wow well then I'm going to leave since I'm not wanted." He kissed your cheek and went upstairs to his room.

You talked on the phone with his mom for a while and when you got upstairs chan was already asleep.

You dropped his phone next to him and left to go to bed too because you didn't want to wake him up.

Plus you didn't know if you had that much energy to finish what you guys started earlier.

[slafkovskys]

Can you do “You can’t tell me that he doesn’t have a thing for you.” With Luca 🫶🏻 thank you Jess 🤍

warnings: creepy neighbor, protective luca

“luca, honey,” you call as the shirtless boy crosses the floor towards the front door. he pauses in front of the couch and turns to face you, still looking half asleep, “are you forgetting something? like, i don’t know, your shirt?”

he looks down and his shoulders slump before he tosses his head back, “this is why you shouldn’t make me do things before ten am.”

“do you want me to pull up the text messages from last night where you were asking me to go for brunch?” you raise your eyebrows and his silence is all the answer that you need. you point towards the laundry room, “there’s some of your clothes in there. hurry up, i’m hungry.”

“i can tell,” he chirps, sending you a smile at the annoyed expression that you send him as he passes. he plants a kiss on your head before disappearing into the laundry room. he comes back out a moment later with his top half covered in a sweatshirt that he had left at your apartment the last time he had stayed over and he props his hands on his hips, “does this match?”

it absolutely did not match his plaid pajama bottoms but as early as it was on a sunday morning, you doubt anyone would care. you certainly didn’t and you voice that to him as you nudge him towards the door. “you’re driving-”

“y/n!”

you freeze at the call of your name and so does luca. you turn your head to find sam staring right back at you, an almost relieved smile on his face as he stands in the doorway of his own apartment. he crosses his arms over his chest, “where are you going dressed like that?”

while he was dressed rather nicely for some reason, you and luca were still clad in the same clothes you had slept in the night before having come to the mutual agreement that a post-road-trip, picking your boyfriend up from yost at one am, breakfast date with plans to sleep all day afterward warranted such attire.

“oh, um-”

“to check the mail,” luca answers and if his face didn’t give away the fact that he was annoyed by your interaction, his clipped tone sure did. “do you need us to check yours too?”

sam avoids luca’s rhetorical question all together, keeping his focus on you, “who’s your friend?”

“boyfriend,” you and luca chime at the same time, sharing a knowing look and he bumps your shoulder with his gently. you knew that sam knew who he was that because he had asked on numerous occasions after seeing luca coming and going. you sigh, “we’ve got to get going. i’ll see you later, sam.”

“you bet,” you see him start to close the door as you turn around, but don’t actually hear it shut as you tangle your fingers with luca’s and head for the stairs. you can almost feel his eyes on you as you descend and it doesn’t help when luca chimes in,

“you can’t tell me that he doesn’t have a thing for you.”

“i know that he does, luca. thanks for pointing that one out,” you huff as you slide into the passenger seat of your car. instead of going around to the driver’s side, luca just stares and you send him a look, “please just get in and i’ll tell you about it.”

he listens, thankfully, starting the car so that it can warm up while you tell your tale.

“i helped people with their english papers last year before you got here,” you start, staring out the window, “like revising and offering advice so they can get a better grade, all of that stuff. sam came in a lot and he would only come to me. it started with small stuff, like little gifts and whatnot, and then on valentine’s day he asked me out on an actual date and i turned him down. he still would keep coming by even when i wasn’t there and then this semester he moves in beside me which i don’t know just how coincidental that can be.”

a beat of silence passes before luca speaks, “why didn’t you tell me before now?”

“because it’s not that big of a deal. he just- he took me saying no well. i don’t know, i didn’t want to bother you with it,” you start to pull on your sleeves and luca grabs your hand. “luc-”

“you saw the same thing that i did, y/n. he was watching you. your lease is up at the end of the semester?” you nod your head, chewing on the bottom of your lip subconsciously. he reaches up and gently pulls it out, “we’re finding you somewhere else to live or you’re moving into my dorm until then. i don’t like this at all.”

“it’s not that simple. you don’t know what it’s like to find something that’s affordable in a college town for one person,” you shake your head, “and i’m not living in a tiny dorm with you and adam.”

“what about just me, then?” he suggests and your heart skips a beat as you think about what he’s suggesting. “not a tiny dorm, but a place that’s ours? i mean, adam probably won’t be here next year anyway so that would save me having to find a backup roommate. you don’t have to give me an answer now, but just say that you’ll think about it.”

“i’m sorry, did you just indirectly refer to me as a backup roommate?” you shove at his shoulder and his cheeks flush. “are you sure that’s something you would want to do, luca? that’s a big decision.”

he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the top of it, “like i said, i don’t need an answer now. just tell me that you’ll think about it.”

you hum, “i’ll think about it if you put this car in drive and get me to brunch.”

“you sure know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” he rolls his eyes as he buckled his seatbelt, finally putting the car into reverse.

“and you love me so much that you want to live with me.”

“you got me there.”

[colorfultyrantearthquake]

Hold me tight | Steven Grant x reader

Description: You have a degree in psychology. Steven Grant gets to know you. One day, he is full of confusion. You were there to stand by him like you always do.

Warnings: Spoiler: Moon knight. Fluff♡, angst.

Words: 2000+

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After a long day at the museum, Steven was going home. He oddly felt down, tired, dragging his feet all the way home. He didn't know what's happening to him...from forgetting situations to skipping days. At first, he thought he had a sleeping disorder, but now he just knows something is terribly wrong. Halting his tracks, he pulled out his phone.

9.30 pm

You stretched your arms as you sat in your pyjamas in front of the tv, it was the weekend and you wanted to relax as much as possible. Grabbing the pop corn, you started munching on it as your mind wandered to Steven. You thought a lot about him, his soft, exhausted features, his calm voice and his oh so cute demeanor. You were sure you caught feelings for him, not knowing exactly when through the time you knew each other. But you certainly did.

Thinking about the first time you saw him, he was sitting beside the statue eating his sandwich when you asked him to take a photo of you, he took the photo then you thanked him and left.

Next morning, you found him on your doorstep. Alarmed and very curious you opened the door.

"Hellooo, good morning. I hope I didn't disturb you." He said while waving shyly at you. You kept staring at him without answering. Watching your face, Steven's smile fell as his face turned into one of realization.

"Bloody hell sorry I- your wallet fell yesterday and I thought it was best if I return it to you but it was very late so I thought I'd wait till the morning, I know this wasn't the best way but I really had no choice and I thought it'd be best if I just-"

"Steven?" You asked softly as your eyes caught the name. He was nervous, face flushed. He looked wrecked, hair disheveled, bags under his eyes with dark circles, face filled with stress. Your first thought was that he was definitely insomniac.

At your question, he furrowed his eyebrows, then followed your gaze to the name tag on his shirt. "Oh yeah my name's Steven...with a V." He said as he looked up at you, eyes shining with a bright smile.

Maybe you fell for him at this moment? You don't know, but you were certain that this was going to be a long friendship.

You were pulled out of your reverie with your phone ringing, grabbing it, you saw Steven's name flash.

"Hey Steven, how're you doing?" You said cheerfully, glad to hear his voice, but slightly worried.

"Uhh hey, love. Good evening, I hope you're good...."

"Am fine, Steven. Are you okay?" Slightly shifting, you started to feel the fear in his voice. "Yeah, no actually... I have no idea, I feel lost a-and I don't know what to do.. can I come by for a while?"

"Yeah sure of course you can Steven."

"Alright, dove. Thank you very much."

Hanging up, you started to tidy up the place, worry taking it's place in the pit of your stomach, you made some salad knowing he might be hungry.

Doorbell ringing, you hurried to open it, seeing Steven made your heart flutter, your fingers shaking as you pulled the sleeves of your top tightly, feeling nervous all of a sudden. "Come in, Steven." You stepped aside as he bolted inside the flat. He sat on the couch holding his bag tightly. He looked stressed enough to burst. You walked slowly towards him, kneeling in front of him, you studied him slowly. Fingers slightly shaking, rapid breaths. Steven looked at you and said "I--- I don't really know what's happening to me. Daily situations that I have no idea about. Hours, days I cannot recall or remember, not a single cell in me knows why this is happening. I am so confused and, yes God, so so scared of it. At the beginning I thought I had a sleeping problem but now... Now I know it definitely isn't." Steven said shakily as he held his bag tighter. Feeling panick rising into him, you caught both his hands in yours, tugging them slowly away from the bag. You held his hands gently, running your thumbs on the back of his hands until he calmed down. "Steven" you said gazing at his big hands wrapped in your smaller ones, heart thumping slightly feeling his fingers against yours sending sparks straight to your stomach. Shaking your head you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

This is not why you're here with him at this moment, he needs your help. Focus. You told yourself.

"Steven, it's okay. Whatever you're feeling, no matter what's happening to you it's okay, we're going to figure it out together. It'll all be easy and clear once we know what's really happening. You just need to breathe. Breathe, Steven." You talked to him in the calmest way could ever be found, allowing your heart to seep warmth into your words. Steven visibly relaxed after your words, his hands felt lighter as you kept holding them.

"Do you think I'm... Mad?" Steven said hesitantly, eyes full of fear and sadness meeting yours. Your heart tugged at his words. "Steven, no never say that. You're not mad, we don't know what's happen-"

"I hear voices." He interrupted you, "It feels like having a conversation with multiple versions of myself. Yet all of them are far from being me.... Does that make any sense?" You listened to him quietly, trying to wrap up the information he's giving you. "There's one voice that stands out the most, insecure, drained of life, feels unworthy of all the good things in his life. When I hear it, it sounds so broken and horrible I almost lose my consciousness after hearing it." Steven was looking the entire time at your hands, his grip tightening the more he told you about that voice. You didn't understand yet, he didn't either.

Suddenly, he looked at the clock, noticing it was 12.30, he retreated his hands from yours, carrying his bag, he stood up.

"Steven where are you going?" You followed behind him, almost hurt at his sudden, unexpected movements.

"Home, lovely. I have burdened you enough with my problems." He smiles a half smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Steven needs help. Walking closer to him, you stepped between him and the door.

"Stay here tonight." You didn't know where that came from, but it felt like the right thing.

Steven's eyebrows shot up in surprise, then confusion and refusal. "Dove, you know I can't do that, I have a problem, a big one, I don't know what it is, I can't stay. I could easily hurt you and never remember.

I. Cannot. Risk. That." That was your first time seeing Steven be so serious. You walked closer to him, searching his face for any discomfort. Maybe he didn't like the place? Maybe he doesn't want to share it with you? But all you saw was fear. Just fear. You hugged Steven tightly, taking both of you by surprise. You rubbed his back softly, wanting him to calm down, wanting him to stay.

Not knowing what to do, Steven held his arms hesitantly in the air, then slowly, they rested on your shoulders. Although Steven was the one who needed help and care, you felt safety all around you as you held him tight, arms around his waist, face resting on his chest. "It's going to be alright. Nothing will happen, Steven. I want to help you, I really do. I can help you, actually. If you stay, we might be able to figure it out, right?" You looked up at him. Steven held his breath for what seemed like forever, calculating every possible situation. "Alright. I'll stay."

Sighing heavily, he nodded at you as you took his bag to put it on the chair beside the door. You locked the door and went into the kitchen to give Steven the salad you made. Two minutes later, you came into the living room.

"Steven I made you a salad I know you must be terribly hung-" your sentence was cut off when your eyes laid on Steven. He took off his jacket, shirt and shoes. Clad only in his black pants and white under shirt, Steven was snoring softly on the couch, one arm on his eyes shielding him from the light. The scene didn't help your crush on him, he looked thousand times gorgeous, looking so peaceful and calm, not knowing any trouble, his face relaxed as he drifted into dream world. You brought a baby blue light blanket to cover Steven. Turning the lights off, you went to sleep in your room.

3.45 am

Fluttering your eyes open, your ears caught shuffling from the kitchen. Thinking it was a hungry Steven in search of food, you lifted the covers off to go check on him.

Turning around the hall entering the kitchen, you froze to the sight in front of you.

There sat Steven on your kitchen table, a plate of sandwiches in front of him. Lights still turned off, the warm orange lights of the street reflected on the surface of the table. He didn't acknowledge your presence at all. You didn't expect that.

"Steven." You said, waiting for him to look at you, to notice you're awake. Nothing.

"Are you okay?" Taking a step closer to him, he kept eating his sandwich. Your eyes averted to the sandwich. A pastrami sandwich. What the fu- Steven would never eat that.

"Stev-"

"I'm not Steven." Eyes glued to the plate, he spoke. Voice completely different from that of Steven's, much more firm. Your blood ran cold, eyes noticing the change in him this time. All of him.

His face...more stern, lips tight, jaw tense. Sensing your eyes on him, he looked up at you. His gaze made you shudder, both fear and curiosity. Recollecting yourself, you remembered Steven's problem. This, clearly, was the problem.

"Sure you're not." You spoke slowly in a low voice, not knowing who or what you're dealing with. He took a bite, still holding your gaze, silence surrounded you both as you kept staring at each other. Brown warm eyes turned into ice cold ones, non-fearing, confident, empty. This was the complete opposite of Steven.

Finishing his plate, he took it to the sink, washed it, dried it, then put it back in it's place. Turning around to face you, he leaned on the table, crossing his arms. You saw his biceps flex with the movement, noticing how strongly built he was, you almost swore that the body changed from that of Steven's. You noticed a necklace hiding into his clothes, you never saw it on Steven. It looked hot.

Smirking lightly, he clicked his tongue making your eyes snap up to his. "It's rude to stare, sweetheart. Did Steven not teach you that?" For someone who's meeting you for the first time, he seemed very relaxed, straightforward. You felt everything all at once, fear, confusion, excitement, curiosity. You kept staring at him silently. Feeling your past confidence fade completly.

"Cat got your tongue?" He said as he moved towards your fridge, opening it to get a beer. He sat back on the table, taking a swig of his beer, very relaxed into the chair with daring eyes studying you, daring you to speak. His American accent ringing bells in your head.

"Who are you?" You questioned. He looked down at his hands, then up again at you.

"Marc."

"How?"

"It happens."

"Where's Steven?"

Marc kept drinking his beer, coming to a finish, he didn't answer you for a while. He went back to the couch, sitting on it. You followed after him sitting at the far corner of the same couch.

Looking at his face, you saw no evident emotion, he was passive. You were growing anxious, starting to bounce your leg. "Where's Steven, Marc?" You emphasized his name. His head snapped at you. "You're smart, you'll figure it out soon enough." His eyes looking at your leg bouncing, your hands restless. He can feel your irritation.

You huffed loudly, not knowing which way to choose. You ran your hands through your hair, pulling it into a tight pony tail. In your living room, sat a man very familiar to you, yet you were meeting him for the first time. Your brain racked to solve the equation before he disappeared. Two people, one body. Same face, same hair, same everything

Different personalities, different voices, accents, behaviour.

You bolted up towards your room, turning on the lights, your hands searched hurriedly through your psychology books. Turning the pages of a certain book rapidly, your eyes scanning the lines rapidly. Breathing heavily, you sat the book back in it's place.

Now, everything makes sense.

You went back to the couch, watching Marc sit in the same place silently.

"Marc." You said. He didn't look at you, only staring at the black screen of your tv.

"I have to tell Steven." You told him slowly. He tensed when he heard your words, hands clenching and unclenching. You sat carefully beside him.

"I had it all under control until very lately. This barrier between me and Steven slowly disappeared. I no longer control when he fronts or not." He rubbed his face in frustration. You looked at him intently, wanting to ask but holding back.

"I don't want Steven to know, because then he'll panick, he'll freak out and the idea of being the alter will make him angry and upset. I don't want that... I care for Steven."

Although you didn't know anything about him, you knew he was being completely honest.

"I understand, Marc, truly I do, but I can't hide this from Steven. He won't hate you" you tried reasoning with him. Marc scoffed at you. "Won't hate me? He already does. Look at all the stress and frustration he's living in. He can't remember half his life because of me. Of course he'll hate me." Marc shook his head, disappointment itched on his face.

Feeling brave, your hand hovered over his shoulder, not knowing whether to touch him or not. Brushing your fingers lightly against his shoulder, Marc nearly jolted from his seat, scaring you. At this, you retracted your hand slowly, but then decided against it. Firmly planting your hand on his shoulder, you looked him in the eye trying to read whatever was under this menacing face.

"What was that for?" You asked.

Marc's mouth almost turned down at your question but quickly regained his passive look. "I am always alert around cats, they scratch" He winked at you. Your face flushed at his comment as you retreated your hand.

"Instead of exposing me to Steven, why don't you admit your feelings for him?"

You stilled at his words. What the hell. How did he know? You felt blood rise into your cheeks making your whole face fire up.

"You thought I wouldn't notice? Girl everytime he looks at you you almost have a heart attack." His smirk covered his face at your look. "He's such an idiot to be honest, I don't know how he doesn't see it. But I tell ya, try to show your feelings for him. You won't be disappointed." Marc winked again. Another minute passed in silence until Marc spoke again: "He can always see me in the mirror by the way. I have to go."

Before you had a proper chance to answer, you saw his muscles tense, eyes rolling back, and suddenly.....

"Wha---? Dove?" Steven was back, looking around confused, he looked at you and saw your face flushed with you on the brink of tears. Happy or sad tears? You didn't know.

"Dove are you alright? What happened?" Steven moved closer to you as he touched your forehead. "You're burning up, sweets. Did you catch a cold?" Steven studied your features slowly. Steven winced audibly "I hurt you, didn't I? Oh my God this is nonsense, I told you I'd hurt you." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, rubbing his thighs trying to calm down.

You grabbed his face with your hands, remembering Steven talking about the voice in his head, it was Marc. Remembering Marc's words about Steven. Coming to a conclusion yourself, that Marc is nothing but Steven, they're both one. One of them is pure innocence, having the most beautiful feelings. The other is the dark side, not knowing a moment of peace and love.

"Steven, I think I can help you."

Steven looked at you hopefully, almost non beleiveng what you're saying. "What're you saying? How? Do you know what my problem is?" Steven caught your hands in his bringing them down. You wanted to tell him about Marc, and you needed Marc's help. Will you take the risk, not knowing whether Marc will help or not?

Taking a deep breath, you looked at Steven lovingly.

"Speak up, love. What is it?" Steven rubbed your hands, pleading you.

"Steven, look in the mirror." You said, praying to all the Gods out there that Marc will help you, that he's listening to you right now. Steven was confused, you took him by the hand and stood up, leading him to the mirror in your bedroom, you both sat on the edge of your bed facing it. "Look in the mirror, Steven. Tell me what you see or hear." You tell him slowly. Steven looks between you and the mirror confused. "Love, are you alright? I see nothing there it's just us, me and you." Steven kept looking into the mirror. Your heart sank, fearing Marc won't show up.

"Please" you whispered it so softly, as you too looked into the mirror.

"Hm? Did you say something?" Steven looked at you, you were about to answer when his head snapped to the mirror, you heard it crack.

"What? Who's there? Who are you?" Steven's voice came out panicked.

"Steven, Steven honey calm down." You tried calming him as you held him tight. He looked at you, then back at the mirror. "It's okay, Steven. Listen to him." He looked at you for assurance. You nodded your head encouraging him. He swallowed thickly, before looking back at the mirror.

You let Marc speak to him while you held Steven tight, you cherished this moment, it will either turn to the best moment of his life, or the worst. Either way you wanted to be there for him.

Rubbing his arm in small, comforting circles, you stayed in your spot beside Steven for almost 20 minutes. He kept staring at the mirror in silence, probably processing whatever Marc was telling him. Your embrace helping him cope with this shit happening.

Steven suddenly looked at you, then back at the mirror, he nodded his head slowly. You wondered what Marc told him.

Finishing the conversation, Steven turned to face you.

"Bloody hell, I can't-- I can't gather myself." Steven shook slowly in your arms. "Breathe, Steven. What happened?"

Steven evened his breathing, looking at the mirror, waiting for another scare.

He then looked at you, took a deep breath and completely exploded.

"I am an alter to someone, Marc Spector. He told me you met him an hour ago when I fell asleep. He told me we've been in the same body for a long time. I am an alter. I don't even own the life I have." Steven looked helpless, you kept caressing him softly, letting him take it all out.

"I--- I don't know how to feel, it feels like I don't even know myself. He, Marc, told me, he told me that he lost control a while ago, our lives started bleeding into each other for an unknown reason. He said that, he said that he won't be in my way as much as he can, that he'll let me live the life I deserve, that he won't take anything from me as long as he doesn't need to. I don't get it, I just, I can't understand how would this go? How my life would be after this? I mean would there be a schedule or something? I don't get it." Steven was panting by the time he was done.

Taking a deep breath, you spoke: "Look, Steven. Right now, you don't have to do anything. We'll figure it out, along with Marc of course." You both automatically looked to the mirror. "It's going to be alright, the conversation I had with him, he really cares about you Steven. I know he didn't show up. I know you're frustrated and it's completely new and strange. But he really cares about you, he just doesn't know how to express it or show it, he didn't know how you'd accept it. He was afraid you'd hate him." You ended your sentence reluctantly, watching as Steven's face turned to look at you.

"Hate him?" He thought for a moment. "No, I don't hate him," he pointed towards the mirror, "We're technically... One? It feels awkward to say it but that's the truth, if I am him and he's me then we're one. Now I actually am pissed for the amount of embarrassing situations I had to go through, but I don't hate you, Marc. And I am much happier to know I am actually not mad." Steven ended his words smiling to the mirror sincerely, you hoped Marc was there to hear Steven's words.

"What I want now though, is for you to keep holding me this tight. I couldn't, can't and wouldn't make it without you, dove." Steven's eyes held hearts as he admired you. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach at Steven's words. You didn't have the courage in you to tell him your true feelings, but you were sure more than everything that you'd love nothing but to show him what he meant to you every single minute of your life.

You held Steven tightly in your arms as he rested his head on your chest, both gazing at the mirror.

You admiring your reflection.

Steven looking at his one and only love.

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HEART PIRATES WEEK 2024 - Part 4 of 9

I told myself last year that I was going to participate in Heart Pirates Week this year, and by thunder I'm going to participate in Heart Pirates Week!

Day Four: Ikkaku - Night

669 words; this is me pouring one out to the times I worked late shifts, especially the midnights; this one is very safe for work, actually, but does reference potentially disordered eating out of one (1) individual, so that’s a thing to watch for I guess; again: what is proofreading lol

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Shift assignments were honestly not the worst thing in the world, but honestly… most of them had experienced much worse. Three sets of mandatory shifts, eight hours each; that would last for a month before everything was reassigned, four shifts of six hours. The months would cycle as such, with people getting shuffled back and forth with little care as to where they ended up. Things were always new and different that way. Besides, most people still hung out with one another even when they weren’t on their mandatory shift, making things somewhat different from the traditional sailing vessels.

Then again, when one rides in a submarine in a world of sail and paddle boats, everything is a little different, isn’t it?

The only thing that wasn’t different, Ikkaku knew, was the overnight shift. It was her sixth month in a row working the overnight detail and she was beginning to wonder if the goobers that drew the lots every month had it out for her. Uni had tagged her out of the boiler room for a break, allowing her the chance to head to the top deck and enjoy the breeze that they were afforded thanks to giving the engines a break and unfurling their own sail.

It was quiet, peaceful even, as she listened to the soft sound of the waves against the metal hull of the ship. They had already passed into the climate zone of an Autumn Island, the gentle currents guiding them the rest of the way to their destination. It was the sort of silence that was reassuring and calming for some and yet restless and loud for another. A thought of the Captain crossed her mind; he was likely pacing around his tiny cabin with no sleep, no dinner, and no plans to rectify either. She sighed heavily; might as well check.

Trying to not make too much noise, Ikkaku went back below deck to the mess hall, where she found the log where everyone who watched the Captain eat something. It was last updated by Bepo that morning (dry breakfast cereal, coffee, banana); the math wasn’t difficult. When she couldn’t find whichever idiot was supposed to be on kitchen duty, she scraped together what she could find (an apple, some carrots with salad dressing, a tin of herring) and brought it along with the herbal tea that Bepo instructed everyone how to make. She went to the Captain’s quarters with the tray in-hand and knocked on the door. Sure enough, Law opened it much faster than if he had been sleeping, and the stack of books and papers on his desk wasn’t helping any.

“What’s this?” He eyed the contents of the tray and scowled, realization slowly creeping onto his face. “I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“How do you know?”

“A birdie told me. Now are you going to eat or am I going to have a snack while I clean out the boilers?”

The Captain thought about that for half a second before taking the tray and closing the door behind him. Ikkaku stood there and waited for his brain to catch up, then his manners. In moments he was opening the door again with a cowed expression on his face.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “I know you’re not my mom, or my maid. Mechanics have better things to do than watch over me.”

“That’s right,” she replied. “I will beat your ass if I catch you not eating on my shift when you’re up during it. You understand?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t make eye contact as they stood there, the doorway suddenly feeling rather small. “Can I go now?”

Ikkaku patted the Captain atop his head and smirked. “Yeah.” He then retreated quickly, which allowed her to head back to the mess hall and write down in the log that food was at least accepted before she got back to Uni and the boiler room.

At least she knew the rest of her sift would be quiet.

[jessjad]

Unexpected

Chapter 4

Summary: After a Halloweenparty Y/N actually didn't want to got to, her life seems to be turned around. The reason is a very stubborn Supe that seems to have her in his visier. Is it just a coincidance or more?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 1939

Warnings: none really, some language (duh)

A/N: Not me over here, who deleted the whole chapter and didn't have a backup of it. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Well, that's what my mind remembered. Hope, you still like it. All mistakes are mine.

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When Y/N woke up the next morning she felt incredibly warm. It took her a couple of moments to fully awake but then she shot her eyes open upon realizing why. A heavy arm was draped over her middle and Ben's bare chest was pressing against her back. Y/N smiled a little for a few seconds but then she sat up in shock.

Yesterday after she stormned into her bedroom she didn't come out again. All of this was so ridiculous and she just wanted to be alone. Some time later Ben had knocked on her door a couple of time complaning that he was hungry, but she ignored him. There were a lot of groceries in her kitchen. If he was really hungry, he could make himself something to eat. She had already made it very clear that she was not his servant.

The talk she had with her mom on the phone was still present in her mind. She never wanted to hurt her like that. Tears started to build in her eyes again. It had been a tough time for all of them and this was not a situation she had seen herself in. Trying to get rid of these thoughts she fell asleep at one point. And the whole time, Ben was still outside in her livingroom and not here. With her. In her bed.

Ben started to groan slowly. "What'r doin'?"

"What are you doing?" she pointed out.

Now, he opened one eye, wrinkled his nose and looked at her appraisingly. "I'm sleeping."

"IN my bed! You're sleeping... in my bed!"

To that Ben propped himself up on one arm and looked over to her.

"Where else am I supposed to sleep? On your little couch out there on which only my legs fit? I don't think so." Ben laid down again on his pillow and was already drifting back to sleep.

"Great... not just my life, my bed too." Y/N grumpled to herself as she left the bedroom.

On her way over to the bathroom she drew a quick glanze to the couch. Ben had no idea what he was talking about. The couch was big enough to sleep on it, she had had enough of good afternoon naps to prove it. And even he would fit on it without a problem, if he would not be such a big, whining baby.

After she freshened up, Y/N went back to the kitchen to make herself a coffee. At the same time she called the store. Stacey picked up and told her how the people had reacted after she left with Ben. They were asking if this really was Soldier Boy and why he left with that woman. They started to fight and argue with eachother, so that Stacey had to ask all of them out of the store. Y/N sighed at that and told her that she was coming in to work today.

"You gonna make breakfast today?" The bedroom door was open and Ben looked over, rubbing his eyes. "I had to order something yesterday 'cause you didn't cook anything."

"There is so much food in this kitchen. You're a grown ass man, make it yourself."

Ben groand. "Even Faye Dunaway was not in such a fucking bad mood as you are right now when I suddenly assfucked her."

'Oh, you're not gonna get into MY ass. That's for sure!' Y/N thought and drank a sip of her deliciously warm coffee.

"Well, you'll never know. Maybe you'll like it." Ben smiled sleazy.

"Huh, I can promise you right know, that..." she started to answer, but stopped and frowned. "Wait a second... I... I did not say that out loud!"

Now, the supe frowned too, but didn't give an answer. He stopped beside her, took out a mug of the cabinet and pured himself some coffee. Y/N looked up to him with angry eyes.

"Can you read minds?"

After he swollowed a mouthful of his own coffee he looked at the woman next to him hesitantly.

"It's not like that..." he responded. "It's more like... I can hear thoughts."

Oh great! That's not what she wanted to hear. It'll make things even more complicated and in a way it made her feel vulnerable. She turned away from him, placed her half full mug into the sink and left the kitchen.

"I have to go to work." She grabed her jacket and purse.

Ben followed her. "You think that's a good idea?"

"We'll see. I have to go back anyway to discuss the situation for the future. See you later."

And with that she left an almost worried supe behind.

"The Cameron Coleman hour" was about to air and Homelander tried to look at ease. Coleman made some smalltalk with him, but he didn't really respond to that. They got counted in and he displayed a big smile on his faces. The questions were discussed beforehand and so the blonde man was confident to be able to handle this interview.

"Today on the show we have Homelander, who will give us his intake on the recent events in downtown New York. There have been some videos and pictures that have gone viral."

In the backround on the big screen they showed various sightings of Soldier Boy and the woman he picked up out of different perspectives. Coleman turned to Homelander who did the same.

"So, Homelander. I'm sure you've already seen all of these." he pointed to the screen and Homelander nodded his head. "What do you think about this? Is this real... or fake?"

"Well, Cam, what can I say? It definitly lookes pretty real."

"He really seems to be back, right? Which brings up the question where he had been since the last time we've seen him in New York. It was confirmed that he blew up the house by which 10 people died. He didn't seem that stabile back then. You think that changed now?"

"Look. The last time he was back in New York he didn't stop by the Vought Tower. We had no official testing getting done on him. He disappeared and reapeared now. It is impossible to say how he's feeling and what's going on with him. But..."

"Is that not something that Vought should care about the most right now? That he's not a risk anymore?"

"BUT..." Homelander continuted firmly without answering Cameron's question. "... Soldier Boy is not what we need right now. He is not america's hero anymore. He is NOT better than me or any other supe of the Seven. We have men out there who will lookout for him and when we get him, he will be gone forever."

"Is... is that not a little... excessive?"

"I will promise you all out there, on my name, that I personaly will take care of him." Homelander said directly into the camera, ignoring Cameron completly.

And the underlaying anger in Homelander's eyes left no room for doubt on his words.

"Well, we... know, that we can rely on Homelander. He's our hero after all." Cameron brought the camera and attention back to himself.

"Another thing I heared is that you're now a active part on the board of Vought. Is that right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's right. After all, I am now the rightfully face of Vought." Homelander smiled.

"That’s true." Cameron agreed and turned to look at the camera again. "And after the break we will talk about how Homelander affects the flow of Vought's shares on the stock market and whether they will achieve this year's percentage or whether our 'all american hero' will have to change the marketing strategy. All this right after the commercials."

And while Cameron talked, the smile disappeared from Homelander's face and he seemed more and more distracted. As if he had to consider whether Cameron was intentionally embarrassing him or just wanted to clarify the facts in this way. However, the high pitched noise in his ears was only audible to himself.

The way down to the store went rather uneventful. The hoddie Y/N had draped over her head probably did his part to it. She tried not to make any eyecontact with poeple that passed her and kept her eyes down. By the time she went through the door, she released a sigh of relief. The noise from the streets outside went silend and calmed her racing pulse down a little.

"Y/N?" Stacey brought the attention over to her.

Y/N looked up and hurried to her co-worker behind the desk. In the back of her mind she still heared Ben's question and it made her uneasy. The escape out of her apartment felt better than staying in there with the supe. But now, being out in public, seemed not to be such a good idea anymore. If something were to happen to her, the best protection she could get would be from Soldier Boy himself. So, the faster she got done with this, the faster she would be back in her apartment... with Ben. Either of these solutions seemed not asspiaring, but that was all she got now.

"How bad was it yesterday? I know you said that the customers were... lively, but..."

"That's one way to put it. That they didn't rip the store apart was all. But what's more important is... you're together with a supe? I mean... Soldier Boy himself???" Stacey asked excited.

"Shh. Not so loud!" Y/N took a look around but the few customers didn't seem to overhear them. "C'mon."

They went a little further in the back. "It's not like I planed it. I... I met him on a halloweenparty and he... kept sticking around."

Stacey smiled over her whole face and it took everything from Y/N to not let her know the truth. Even with Homelander on live tv killing people the fascination did not die down, but she would not give in to it.

"But I don't wanna talk about it. I don't have much time anyway." and with that they talked about her probably long absence at work.

An half hour later Y/N was ready to leave again, but when they came out of the back, the store was full of people and when they realized, that is was really Y/N, the woman Soldier Boy had left with, the mayhem began anew. People started to get closer to the counter, taking out their phones to take pictures or videos, she had no idea. Stacey tried to break a way through the crowd, but it was not that easy.

"It's her! It's her!" , "She's together with Soldier Boy!" , "How can you do something like that?" , "She's together with a traitor!" , "Homelander is the only hero!"

This was not what Y/N had expected. She kept her head down and tried to make her as small as she could, but it did not really work. She was thankful for Stacey, but she also felt sorry for her to take in the bigger blow of this. They did not get as fast to the front door of the store as she had hoped and some of the people started to try and grab at her arm or her hair just to get her attention. This was getting bad.

But then, all of a sudden, the front door blew open with a bang. Gunshots rang through the air without hitting anyone and people started to gasp. The herd scattered down in shock and everyone looked around in fear. Only Y/N and Stacey stayed where they were, with their eyes to the door.

"Alright, Motherfuckers! Get out of the way!"

A/N: That was a close one. Who has come to help her? 🤔 We'll see next time. 😊

@lyarr24 @leigh70 @k-slla @deadlydivergentgirl @deans-spinster-witch

[i-am-too-sick]

I couldn't resist writing some good, ole canonverse sickfic. It's really just a drabble, and definitely much more fluff than anything, but I hope y'all enjoy!

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Nico was sick. He had been for a few days now, and somehow Will still managed to look after him between infirmary duties and regular camp activities.

Will suspected it was the flu, after all, Nico had all the telltale symptoms. Despite what anyone else would have guessed, Nico was a pretty easy patient, though Will figured it was because Nico was just too sick to be stubborn or argue with him.

Nico stayed to himself in his cabin, which was exactly where Will found him when he popped in one more with a plate of breakfast.

"Good morning, star shine," Will sang as he made his way to Nico's bedside. "I know you're probably not hungry, but you know, food will help you get your strength back."

"Actually, I could go for a bite of toast this morning," Nico replied, taking the plate from him.

Will's eyes lit up, relief dropping his shoulders as a smile split his face. Easy patient or no, getting Nico to nibble on anything over the last few days had been like pulling teeth. Will understood his boyfriend hadn't had an appetite, but that didn't mean Will wasn't going to just let him starve himself either.

Will climbed into bed beside him, his thoughts drifting as he let Nico eat his breakfast in peace. Will had loaded the plate with toast, scrambled eggs, and fresh strawberries from the fields, not sure what, if anything, Nico would be willing to eat.

"Are you okay?" Nico asked suddenly, shattering the easy silence between them.

"What do you mean?"

Now, Nico seemed nervous. "I don't know," he mumbled, looking down at his plate, habitually twisting the skull ring on his finger. "You seem different today. You're quiet."

"Oh." A small smile graced his lips. "I'm all right. Sorry if I worried you."

Nico looked up at him then. "You look tired." To make his point, he reached over and cupped Will's chin, using his thumb to trace the bags under his boyfriend's eyes.

Will closed his eyes, relishing in the soft touch. "I guess I am a little tired," he admitted softly.

"Rest. Sleep here," Nico encouraged, and Will could have sworn he was whispering in his ear. "They can handle the infirmary without you for a while..."

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A while somehow turned into a few hours. Will hadn't realized just how exhausted he was until Nico coaxed him into laying down, and by then he was sure he was out before his head even hit the pillow.

A hand on his shoulder is what finally caused him to wake, the incessant and forceful shaking enough to rouse someone from the dead.

Will's eyelids fluttered open, though he immediately had to close them, groaning softly. Someone was standing before him, that much he had seen, but the room had seemed to swirl in a mixture of colors and patterns, enough to make him feel disoriented.

"Will!"

That definitely wasn't Nico's voice. He cracked his eyes open again, finding a much more stable environment. He was met with the stern gaze of a fiery redhead, her natural hair still green in places where the dye hadn't fully grown out yet. Her hands were on her hips, and if Will hadn't known any better, he might have suspected he'd done something to offend her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, noticing his voice sounded a little gravelly.

"I could ask you the same thing," Kayla responded, though she sounded more annoyed than actually mad.

Will forced himself to the edge of the bed, dragging himself to an upright position, his legs dangling over the side.

"Ugh... Everything's spinning," he groaned, running a hand down his face.

"You've been overworking yourself again, haven't you?"

Will didn't answer her. She was probably right, in fact, Will was sure of it, but even after sleeping as long as he had, Will still felt completely drained of energy.

He felt the bed behind him shift. Then, there was a hand on his shoulder, and another one wrapped around to feel his forehead.

"You're running a fever." Nico.

"I don't feel so good..."

"We got that, doofus," Kayla said, and Will could just imagine her rolling her eyes.

"I feel bad," Nico said, and it took Will's sluggish brain to realize that Nico wasn't talking to him.

"Don't," Kayla replied. "This was bound to happen sometime, and if not this, then I'm sure he'd wind up catching something from someone else. At least now maybe you can convince him to rest."

"Shouldn't we at least let him sleep in his own cabin?"

"I think he'd prefer being with you, don't you think? Besides, we can try to confine the germs to one place. We don't need a flu epidemic right here at camp."

Will felt another hand on his face, the callused fingertips indicative of someone skilled in archery.

"I'll bring you guys some supplies from the infirmary," Kayla continued, before Will heard her retreating steps and the sound of a door closing.

Will felt warm breath and then Nico's chapped lips along the nape of his neck. It was enough to send a convulsive shiver down his spine. It was either that or the start of fever chills.

Nico chuckled. "Okay?" he asked. "You still with me?"

Will finally turned around to face him. Now they both had the telltale flush of fever on their cheeks, Will's eyes betraying the fatigue that came with the beginnings of illness.

"Sorry," he breathed, apologizing for being so spacey. "My head feels funny, like I'm floating."

Nico's face turned sympathetic. "It's really hitting you hard, huh?" He tucked a stray curl behind Will's ear, leaning in to kiss his exposed cheek. "Lay down with me."

Will obliged, moving slowly to accommodate the ache in his muscles. He snuggled right up to Nico, curling up like a cat.

"Do you need me to get you anything?" Nico asked, stroking back Will's hair.

"You really shouldn't be getting out of bed," Will countered.

Nico's next laugh morphed into a dry cough. "Neither should you, now. You need to rest."

Will hummed, still sleepy despite having slept practically the entire morning. "We're pathetic, aren't we?"

"No," Nico snorted, "we're sick. If that makes me pathetic, then at least I get to be pathetic with you."

Will craned his neck, looking up at his boyfriend with a grin on his tired face. "Has anyone ever told you you're a real sap when you're sick?"

Nico pinched Will's thigh. "Zip it, Solace," he said, obviously embarrassed rather than upset. "Just go to sleep already."

"Yes, sir."

It didn't take long for Will to drift off. Based on his experience with Nico over the last few days, Will knew what was in store for him when he woke up later. But if he had to be stuck in bed and sick, at least he knew he wasn't alone.