“I had a dream about you last night.”
“Oh, did you.” Will grins at him over his shoulder, up to his elbows in blood and fluids.
Nico kicks him. “Focus, stupid.”
“Yeah,” snarks Chiara, whose blood is currently splattering Will’s shirt. She reaches over and flicks Will on the forehead. “Focus in stitching the gaping gash in my leg, Solace.”
Nico frowns around his juicebox. “Hey. Lascialo stare. Only I call him Solace.”
“‘S my last name, Neeks.”
“Uh-huh. Everyone else can figure out something else to call you.”
“Possessive, are you.”
Nico smiles. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What’d you dream about, anyway?”
If Nico didn’t know Will so well, he’d take the casual tone for what it was. But he does, in fact, know Will and his horrible poker face, and notices the purse of his lips, the flick of his eyes in Nico’s direction every three seconds.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Everyone would,” huffs Chiara. “I have about forty dollars resting on you, di Angelo, and I will not be losing it.”
Nico sticks his tongue out at her. “Masticare lo zoccolo, zitella.”
“Hey!”
Will’s shoulders shake so hard he has to pause, trembling with the effort to hold back his laughter.
“I am trying to do a medical procedure, you two.”
Nico and Chiara speak at the same time.
“Yeah, in flip-flops.”
“Oh, are you? You’ve been flirting so long my numbing cream has started to wear off.”
That knocks Will back into doctor mode, eyes narrowing in focus. He is especially freckle-y today, not that Nico notices. And the sun is shining out the window at just the right angle to make Will’s curls look luminous. And his tongue sticks out of the corner of his perfect mouth, when he concentrates. And, gods, he’s wearing a shirt but the muscles in his /back/ —
“I can’t work with you oglin’ at me, Ghost King.”
“I’m not ogling at you.” Nico is a beautiful liar. Ignoring Will’s smirk, Chiara’s snickering, and his own flush is easy. “Why would I ever ogle at such an ugly person?”
“Because you’re in love with him, stupido. It’s embarrassing.”
“I think you should check her eyes, too, Solace.”
“How about you check deez fuckin’ nuts —”
“Alright,” Will says exasperatedly, before they can escalate too much and end up knocking a shelf off the wall. Again. “You’re done, Chiara. Take this ambrosia and scram. Don’t do anything strenuous and rip your stitches, ‘cause I’m not doin’ them again.”
She wastes no time bounding out of there. As soon as she’s gone, Will turns to face Nico, grinning.
“So,” he says, stretching out the syllable, grin wide and crooked, “you had a dream about me?”
Nico glances both ways, making sure no one’s watching. Then he darts forward to press a kiss to Will’s lips, relishing in the smell of his herbal shampoo, the chapped skin of his lips. Will grabs the side of his face and holds him longer, far past the quick peck he’d aimed for, kissing him until he smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder and pulls away, laughing. Will grins triumphantly, like he has the upper hand.
And, well.
Nico can’t have that.
“Yeah, lemme tell you about my dream.” He smooths his hands over Will’s shoulders. “This shirt was gone, for starters.”
“Mm. What else?”
“We certainly weren’t in the infirmary.”
“No?”
“No,” Nico breathes, breath hot on Will’s ear. He shivers. Nico smirks. “My cabin, dark, some low music playing…”
Will gasps. “Yeah?”
“…No one to bother us, you looking pretty as a picture on my bed…gagged.”
“Kinky.” Will shudders, hands sliding into Nico’s hair.
“Mhm. My dream come true.”
“That’s your dream?”
“Yes.” Nico pauses. “Dark, comfortable, warm…” He grins, wide and sharklike. “And finally, finally…quiet.”
It takes a second for it to sink in.
“Oh, you jackass!”
Nico cackles, stumbling back at Will’s shove. “Your — your face!”
“You jerk! I despise you!”
“Oh my gods,” he wheezes. He tries to calm himself, but one look at his boyfriend’s bright red cheeks sets him off again. “Oh my gods!”
Will huffs. Despite his embarrassment, he’s visibly struggling to hold on to his scowl, mouth twitching. “I’m breaking up with you. I’m gonna go date someone who appreciates me.”
“Nobody appreciates you more than I do, Sunshine,” Nico says, grinning. He presses a kiss to Will’s glowing cheek. “You’re just so easy to tease.”
Will rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I gotta work. Leave me alone.”
Nico presses another kiss, lingering until he feels him smile. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner, okay? Te amo.”
“…I love you too. Asshole.”
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swindled for the hole
for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘hole’
wc: 404 | rated m | cw: sexual innuendo, implied sexual content | tags: modern au, established relationship, date night, Steve is actually very good at top golf but lies about it to win a bet
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“And that’s…nothing.” Steve sighed. “How are we both so bad at this?”
“Well, I’ve never been good at sports. Not sure why you thought taking me to Top Golf would be the start of my shining golf career,” Eddie mumbled, chewing on a fried macaroni and cheese bite. “Food’s good, though.”
“But I’m usually good at this stuff!” Steve huffed.
“When have you ever golfed?” Eddie sipped his beer.
“Not golf necessarily! Getting balls in a hole!”
Eddie snorted so hard, beer came out of his nose. “Sweetheart, you have to know how that sounds.”
Steve clearly didn’t, the redness on his cheeks spreading rapidly down his neck.
“I do now.” Steve sighed, setting his club back in the compartment. “I have 4 points. And I don’t even think they’re supposed to be mine.”
“Well it’s better than my 0.”
Steve took a sip of his Long Island iced tea, then another, then drank the rest.
“Let’s make this interesting.”
Eddie glanced up from his mozzarella sticks and smirked. “Yeah?”
“Yep. I get one ball in the middle circle of any hole and I win. I win, I get in another hole.” Steve winked. “You win, you get the same.”
“You got a deal.”
Eddie chugged the rest of his beer and stood up to take his next turn.
He randomly chose the driver, figured maybe if it was bigger, he’d have a better chance of getting the ball further.
On the first swing, it did actually manage to go far, but it landed in the grass and got stopped by another ball.
He could feel Steve’s eyes on his back, but didn’t turn around, didn’t want to be distracted from winning.
He had two holes to get into.
His second swing was slightly better, and he managed to get the ball into one of the outer rings.
His third and final swing was terrible. His confidence was gone.
Steve brushed past him with a mozzarella stick in his mouth, smirk on his face.
“Wedge? Or nine iron?”
“You don’t even know what that means.” Eddie rolled his eyes.
Steve raised his brows in a challenge before grabbing one that looked smaller than the driver, but bigger than the first one Eddie used.
Steve swung.
The ball flew through the air.
It landed directly in the center of the middle circle.
He turned to Eddie with a smile.
“One hole down, one to go.”
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Lunch with the Harkers:
Mina: *clears throat* "So, Jonathan, how has your time in Whitby been?"
Jonathan: "ough. God. There were so many thirsty men I had to satisfy."
Jack: *chokes on his tea*
Mina: *grins* "Yes, my dear?"
Jonathan: "They were big strong moving men all so wantonly imploring me to quench their thirst. You see, they'd been left high and dry with no reward for their hard work, and it was up to me to fulfill their dire needs if I was to call in a favour from them."
Jack: *flushed, hiding his face*
Jonathan: "I would say they were all good specimens of manhood. Unlike me, who is only a meek quiet little thing. Wouldn't you agree, Dr. Seward?"
Mina: *trying not to laugh* "That's enough, darling."
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