#maybe he’s just so anxious and panicked that it’s sweat

[gatitties]

Hello I love your writing! I had an idea of a scenario that would be the teenager (13 years old) reader ends up connecting with something and ends up having a seizure (like Kiri in Avatar 2) and all of the crew are worried it could do with the Straw Hats, Whitebeard's crew, Shanks and Law please!

—Strawhats, Whitebeard Pirates, Shanks & Law x teen!reader (platonic)

—Summary: you have a strange blackout, despite not feeling anything wrong with you, your friends care about you

—Warnings: none

You swing the shopping bags so they wouldn't hit your legs again, trying to catch up with Sanji who was a few steps ahead of you. You had offered to help him with errands and here you were carrying more bags than you should have because there was no way you were going to make more than one trip to carry everything.

You felt your fingers go numb for a few seconds, your vision blurred and you fainted out of nowhere, the sound of your body hitting the ground alarmed the blonde. He let everything he was carrying fall to the ground to attend to you immediately, panicking when he saw that you only trembled and didn't react to his voice.

He carefully carried you running towards the ship, it was so loud that he woke Zoro up, though he didn't start a fight because he heard Sanji's desperate voice calling for Chopper.

"I need help over here!"

Everyone got anxious at the cook's explanation as they waited for Chopper to come out of the room where he was checking that everything was okay.

Nami and Robin had interrupted their coffee and gossip session, Luffy was pounding on the door impatiently while Jinbe was trying to push him away, Franky, Usopp and Brook diverted their slight concern with small talk.

You didn't wake up until a few hours later, pacing the deck as if nothing had happened.

"Stop right now!"

You fell backwards, Luffy's arms wrapping around your body.

"Uff- Luffy, you're crushing me."

"What the hell are you doing!?"

Nami hit him immediately making him let go, Usopp helped you up, patting you on the shoulder.

"What's happening? You look at me as if I had grown a third eye."

"You do not remeber anything? That could be troublesome! what should I do!?" the poor reindeer began to murmur "Rest! You need to rest, one day at least."

"But I don't feel sick."

"Doctor's orders, you have to comply."

Zoro gave you a little push with a sly smile, you rolled your eyes.

"You're not the best person to talk about it..."

You were running after Ace because he had stolen your food, until your body felt weak and you fell to the ground. Ace laughed thinking that you had stumbled because it wasn't the first time you've stumbled while trying to catch up. However he became concerned when you didn't react, picking you up when he got close to do one of your 'surprise attacks'.

"Come on, get up, it's not funny..."

His hands began to sweat when he saw that your body began to convulse, he held you in his arms to keep you firm and not hit yourself.

"Shit, shit, shit… Marco!? Where is Marco!?"

Several of the guys that were out there started looking for the doctor, luckily he was on the ship, although Whitebeard was out since you just arrived a few hours ago.

"What happened-yoi?"

Marco started to ask what had happened while Ace answered him, the blonde doing a quick check, he didn't find anything unusual so he let you rest while he went to report to Whitebeard. In that short time Izo stayed by your side to watch if you woke up or not since Ace needed to calm down, he wouldn't help being tense.

You woke up a while later, Izo smiled at you as he offered you a glass of water.

"I don't notice any discomfort, maybe it was a heat stroke?"

You swore and swore that you didn't feel any pain or discomfort when Marco came to ask, even though your vital signs were stable, Whitebeard didn't let you leave the ship for a couple of days or at least be accompanied in case it happen again.

"I can't risk someone young not receiving proper medical treatment, your health is more important than that of an old man like me."

You nodded at your father's words, despite the fact that you respect him a lot, you were still a teenager and you will probably end up running away, you need a little privacy and nothing has happened to you again, you would be fine on your own sometimes.

You went looking for Shanks because you should disembark now, but knowing him he would surely be drinking in the town bar, you actually found him there.

"I invite one more round! come on kid, you can order whatever you want, as long as it's non-alcoholic."

"I don't want anything, the ship is going to set sail without you, again..."

"Oh come on, come on, don't worry so much and enjoy the night!"

You sighed, shaking your head, there was no point, you had already tried to take him back, if he didn't want to it wasn't your problem, after all he is a Yonko and he knows how to take care of himself. You decided to get out of there, however, before you could go out the door, your body vanished from one moment to the next. Your body hit the ground at the same time as Shanks's beer mug, he ran towards you trying to make you react, his screams cut through the jovial atmosphere in just seconds, the customers being intimidated by the redhead's intense gaze.

"I need a doctor, someone get a doctor!"

The urgency in his voice, his posture, his gaze... no one could just ignore his presence and keep drinking, some people even fainted from the power in his voice, a brave little man ventured to your side, his palms sweating as he was inspecting you before Shanks's eyes.

It didn't take long for you to come to, confused by the situation, despite clarifying that you felt fine, besides the fact that the doctor didn't find anything serious at first sight, it was enough for your captain.

"We'll go immediately to find the best doctor in the whole world, don't worry."

"Maybe you're exaggerating a bit... there are a lot of people who faint from some discomfort, and I don't feel bad right now"

"No, you need to go to the doctor a couple more times to make sure it's not due to a disease."

"Okay, can I at least walk on my own?"

"No."

He held your body like you were a bag, you sighed looking up at the starry sky, hoping you wouldn't be treated like glass because of a little accident, you were in the crew of a yonko for a reason, despite being young you were strong enough.

It was quite late when both of you were playing cards, Law's bad habits got mixed up with yours, even though he always scolded you because you were still too young to mess up your sleep schedule, you just ignored him.

"I won again!"

"I'm sure you're cheating."

"Of course not, who do you take me for?"

You laughed at Law's scowl, moving the cards you had hidden, he dealt again, you looked at your cards, planning your next play, though before you could put the card on the table a big puncture to your head caused you to pass out, Law put his hand between the table and your head so you wouldn't hit it.

Immediately laying you on the floor, checking your breathing and pulse instantly, clicking his tongue as he saw you have little convulsions, he put you in a better position so you wouldn't hurt yourself with your little spasms, waiting for them to subside. He used his power to check you out as quickly as possible, getting frustrated that he couldn't find anything that was causing your current situation. He decided that for now it was better to let you rest since you had stopped moving.

You woke up the next day, verifying on your own that you had no discomfort, since you did not feel any pain or discomfort, you simply got up from the patient's bed. You were very hungry so you went to have breakfast with the others. No one was alarmed because no one knew what happened to you last night so they were surprised when they saw you disappear, in your seat a pen instead of you, they shrugged their shoulders thinking that Law was going to scold you for one of your pranks.

"No one has given you permission to get out of bed, I still need to check that it's nothing serious."

"I don't feel bad, maybe it was tiredness."

"I'm not sure, that's why I need you to stay in bed and not make too much physical effort."

"But-"

"No buts, now, did you feel something strange yesterday?"

"Now that you mention it..."

You lay on the bed, answering all the questions your captain asked you, you knew you had nowhere to run when he went all 'father' and doctor, ignoring him would only make the situation worse, so you hoped it was just a little accident and not worse, but you would have Law on top of you every day to take your medicine if you had to.

[ashwhowrites]

Please I'm begging you! Can you please write an Older! Neighbor! Eddie Munson x Harrington/Hargrove! Reader like they're in a secret relationship that her dad doesn't know, and they're both very horny, and maybe one night Reader's father gets home from work and Reader is on full panic mode, so she sends Eddie to hide in her closet or something like that, and she and her dad talk, but her dad can see that something's weird, but then he goes to his bedroom, and then Eddie gets out and they kiss each other and Eddie goes to his house. After some weeks, Y/N's father find what was weird when he finds Eddie Munson and her daughter making out and he's like "that's disgusting, when you finish eating my daughter's face you two come down and talk to me" and they're like he's gonna kill us but the both of them are surprised when Y/N's father only says: Maybe you can do that on Eddie's house (idk, I just want to read something Older! Eddie x Reader that's kinda funny!)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Man next door

When Steve and Y/N moved in, it was after Steve's divorce. Y/N wasn't close with her mom so she was more than happy to leave with her dad. She was worried about where they would go since she didn't want to be too far away from college. But luckily, her dad knew a guy from high school, and the house next to him was open.

Y/N later learned that the neighbor was Eddie, an old friend of Steve's. They kept in touch throughout the years so Eddie was aware Steve had a daughter, he just didn't know she was gorgeous and the devil all in one. And Y/N didn't know Eddie was handsome and had sex on legs. The moment they met, it clicked. The electricity was instant, like a snap of a finger. The sexual tension was there from the start and it made them weak. It didn't take long for them to fall into bed together.

But then it became more than sex, feelings arose and it was too hard to watch either be with someone else. Eddie bit the bullet for the both of them, asking her to be his and they'd figure the rest out later. She happily agreed.

The rest was history.

~~~

Now, eight months into the best relationship of her life, Steve still didn't know. She wasn't sure if he would accept it, it was his old best friend and Eddie was much older. At the end of the day, she was an adult and his word wouldn't be the last call. But she didn't want her dad to look at her differently, or Eddie.

But that was the least of her worries at the moment. Eddie's tongue in her mouth, and his fingers inside of her. It was a simple night in but their bodies craved something different. She was breathless against his lips as she felt her orgasm building, and then she heard the front door open.

"fuck!" She whispered, she pushed Eddie off of her. She scrammed to throw on her underwear as she raced to her bedroom door. She opened it a crack and could hear him shuffling around. Eddie was quick to throw on his jeans and shirt.

"Closet now!" She panicked, pushing Eddie inside. Before she slammed the door, he went in for a fast peck. She kissed him back quickly, then shoved him in. Eddie tried to breathe as quietly as he could, his hand thrown over his mouth.

Steve knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter. Once Y/N let him in, he took a seat on the bed next to her. He couldn't help but notice how anxious she looked.

"You alright? You look like you might throw up." Steve said, his hand on her forehead. Her skin was burning and she had sweat on her hairline.

"Fine!" She squeaked and swatted his hand away. Her eyes shifted to her closet, then back to Steve.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to make dinner, maybe lie down? You are burning up." Steve said, he stood up and walked out of the room, shutting her door.

She took a big sigh of relief and opened the door for Eddie, who of course stood smirking.

"Burning up? I wonder why." He teased, but she rolled her eyes and smacked his chest.

"Ha ha, now go home! Before he comes back in."

"Okay! Okay!" He said he walked over to her window, one foot out and one foot still in her room. "Kiss goodbye?" He asked as he pushed out his lips.

Y/N giggled as she leaned in and kissed him goodbye. It was a kiss that left her panting and biting her lip as she watched him walk to his house.

~~~

The next night, Eddie snuck through her window again. Her back against her bed as he rested on top of her. Their lips smashed together in a desperate, loud, and wet kiss. Both lost in each other and neither heard the front door open. They didn't hear Steve's footsteps until it was too late.

"Oh God," Steve said, immediately closing the door. Eddie and Y/N jumped apart at the sound of Steve's voice and the door closing. They looked at each other with pure panic. It was obvious her dad just walked on them.

"Um, when you are done and Eddie has his shirt back on and is satisfied with sucking my daughter's face off. I'd like to see the both of you downstairs."

Y/N gulped as she heard him walk away.

"Oh my God, what the hell do we do?" She panicked as she got off her bed.

"I'm gonna run, not sure what your plan is," Eddie said as he threw on his shirt and stumbled towards the window.

"Oh stop! He'll walk right next store. He already saw you! We have to talk to him." Y/N said as she grabbed Eddie's hand.

"Talk? Baby! He's not going to want to talk. He caught his friend from high school sucking his face with his daughter! Who's in college and I'm fucking in my 40s, He's going to kill me." Eddie sighed as he ran his hands over his face.

"We'll die together, come on." She said, yanking him along. They both slowly walked down the stairs, their stomachs sour as they walked into the kitchen. Steve sat at the table with a beer in his hand.

"Look Dad," but Steve cut her off.

"Sit." He demanded she scurried off to take a seat close to him. She rolled her eyes when Eddie sat at the opposite end of the table, feet away from Steve.

"Y/N," she gulped when her dad's eyes looked at her, "please do that at his house. I don't need to see that in my own house."

Both Y/N and Eddie shared a shocked look.

"Wait, you aren't mad?" She asked

"No, I'm not mad. Completely disgusted? Yeah. Utterly disgusting to see. But you are an adult and you are the only person who decides who you um... date." Steve awkwardly coughed.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I guess I figured you'd be very upset with me." Y/N said honestly.

"Never, huh," Steve said with a smile. He ruffled her hair and stood up. "But like I said, dates and everything at his house." Steve pointed at Eddie, who was still in shock at the whole thing.

"Deal," Y/N promised

~~~

Y/N quickly scurried down the stairs as Eddie knocked on the front door. He was picking her up for a date and she couldn't wait.

Eddie and Steve were already talking by the time she made it to the bottom of the stairs.

"You look stunning." Steve complimented with a smile.

"Can't wait to hit that later," Eddie whispered to himself, but apparently, Steve was a little too close for comfort.

"Dude!" Steve gagged with a glare.

"Hey, it'll be at my house!" Eddie tried to defend but that made Steve's glare harden.

"That's my daughter." Steve reminded him as he crossed his arms.

"Right, I'll shut up," Eddie said

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[silvervioletvalentine]

-Heaven help a fool in love-

Pairing : oscar Piastri x fem OC Bee

Summary : in which Oscar is a certified , terrified , glorified simp for Bee . His teammate who scares the hell out of him.

Warnings - none? Bee is a little mean , mean girl vibes but mainly fluff . Just simp Oscar and bad ass Bee. - first time writing again in months so I’m just trying to get back into it, don’t really think this is any good but gotta start somewhere right? :))))))))

Oscar felt like he was going to be sick. His stomach tossing and turning , hands shaking and feeling like he was the epitome of that Eminem song . Knees weak , moms spaghetti and everything .

I mean, it couldn’t be very healthy for him to feel this way.

He panicked , eyes darting around the room , too scared to even look at the woman that was causing him all of these sickening emotions .

Was it possible to be going paler and redder at the same time? He touched the back of his fingers to his burning cheeks and fought back a wince , maybe he was dying .

Death by intimidation of the most beautiful (scary) woman he had ever seen in his life .

The anxious pit in his stomach had only been growing since he had been informed of just who would be his new teammate would be this year . Her name ringing like a siren in his head as he wondered if this was a dream come true or a nightmare coming to reality .

A dream in the fact of this was everything a guy like him could wish for , a successful , amazingly talented driver who already was on the road to becoming one of the best , joining him as his teammate .

And a nightmare in the way that this could not end well for him. He was so sure of it . Based on the very limited , few times he had already spoken to her in the past , he was going to humiliate himself and make her think that there was something wrong with him.

Not being able to mutter more than a mouthful of strained and stammered words to her like he was a fresh teenager talking to a girl for the first time ever.

Was it hot in this room? Oscar pulled at his tightening collar anxiously , sweating profusely. Or was he perhaps having a heart attack?

He accidentally glanced across the table and caught eyes with Bee , the woman causing his feelings of imminent death and swallowed hard.

Bee was so beautiful but just so intimidating to him. With dirty blonde hair and sharp green eyes, cheek bones that could cut his skin and lips that had no right looking the way they did ..as the kids these days say, her face card never ever declined .

And then there was her tattoos , a body of art everywhere . Covering her arms , her legs , her stomach and chest . Every part of her skin that he caught a glimpse of was like a work of literal art for him to gaze at . And then there was the glittering piercings too, on her nose , her eyebrow , ears covered in diamonds and hoops .

She was a dream.

A beautiful dream but then she opened her mouth and Oscar was like a teenage boy all over again.

Because Bee was loud and rude and quite frankly mean. Judgemental and not afraid to express her opinion , she had gathered quite the reputation for herself . The complete opposite of Oscar’s quite and mellow personality , she was wild and free .

And it scared him because how was he supposed to mount up to anything in her eyes? He knew that she must of thought of him as some meek weirdo who couldn’t even look her in the eye for more than a second at a time without stammering like a little kid. But he just couldn’t help it.

He was mesmerised by all that she was . But he was also terrified of her too because he had seen how mean and how quick to anger she could be and he did not want to be on the wrong side of her , ever . No thank you.

They couldn’t have been more different and it upset him because he wanted her to like him , so badly .

But then he thought about how that one time she had asked him what he did on their break and he had quietly told her that he had just stayed at home , enjoying the peace and quite .

To which she had paused , nodded and casually told him that she had jumped out of a plane for fun. And that was the end of that conversation because what else could he have even said that a meek “cool.”

He must have seemed so lame to Bee and it made all of these nauseating feelings even worse.

I mean for gods sake , why couldn’t he have gotten a crush on someone a little less likely to kill him if he even so much as stepped out of line?

A loud clearing of a throat snapped him out of his panicking and in a daze he noticed that the room was already clearing out , eyes widening in shock at how long he had dissociated in panic for.

Then his heart dropped even further in his stomach as he turned his head to see who was wanting his attention , only to see Bee’s expectant eyes sharpening at him.

“Oh.” He breathed out in shock “hi.” He barely hid the grimace at how Pathetic he sounded then. Swallowing and shoving his trembling hands into his hoodie pocket .

Bee nodded at him a little skeptically , still eyeing him like there was something wrong with him.

“Hey. Are you okay? You looked a little spaced out there . Everything good?” She wondered , eyeing his red cheeks with a slight frown.

She wondered why he acted this way around her . From what she had seen, Oscar was always calm and friendly with the other drivers but to her he was always a little …stiff . Withdrawn, almost scared?

She tried to think back to remember if she had ever done or said anything to the Australian that could have him shaking in his trainers like he was. But nothing came to mind .

Her frown deepened , unaware that her curious frown looked more like a glare to poor Oscar .

He exhaled sharply , nodding his head too quickly .

“Yeah! Yeah. So good, just a little tired.” He said. Just wishing he could be cool around her for once.

But she looked so god damn pretty and her Spanish accent was thick from being home over the holidays as she spoke back to him casually like they were friends , making his heart jump in his chest.

“You need to get good sleep. I don’t want a tired teammate , too restless to help me out on the track.” She tried to tease him, to lighten him up a bit.

But Oscar took her words seriously , nodding his head with a heartfelt look on his face .

“I will always help you out.” He promised sincerely .

Bee paused , caught of guard. Then let out a slightly awkward laugh , nodding her head .

A little weird, she hummed in amusement , but also very cute. She grinned as she looked back at him .

“That’s very sweet.” She replied then asked him “speaking of helping me out , do you have a car?”

Oscar rose a brow at her “yes? Why?” He wondered at the sudden question . So random and abrupt .

She gave him a little smile , Tilting her head to be more appealing to get what she wanted. Oblivious to the fact that she only had to blink and Oscar would give her his kidney if she wanted it.

He was down bad. So , so freaking bad. It was disgusting really .

“My car doesn’t arrive till tomorrow night and I need to get to track . You have two cars right? One from team too?” She said.

It made him feel giddy that she had clearly kept some type of tabs on him to know that, so giddy in fact that he failed to mention that one car was back in Australia.

He only had one right now. The mclaren the team had given him. The same one she would be getting tomorrow night as well.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t even think about his next words , blurting them out loudly “you can have my car.”

She blinked at him in shock “yeah? You don’t mind? I know it’s a lot to ask-“

Oscar quickly shakes his head , smiling at her. “No! No. It’s fine. It’s only for tomorrow, you can have it.” Internally panicking as he realised just what he had said. But he couldn’t take it back now, not when she was smiling at him like he was her saviour.

She then reached out and grabbed him into a quick hug , laughing happily while he stood stock still in shock. Glowing red and heart palpating , feeling like he was in a dream.

“Thanks Oscar! I owe you one . You can ride mine anytime you want.” She tells him with a wink as she pulls away.

“See you tomorrow!” She leaves him standing there with wide eyes and red cheeks.

Hand pressed to his chest, eyes closed tight in disbelief .

“Shit.” He breathed out grimacing to himself as he realised that he had no ride to the track either now since he had just given his only car away.

Bee felt herself frown in disbelief as she drove down the road and spotted a familiar man in walking on the sidewalk alone , blowing the horn at him loudly and watching Oscar jump out of his skin.

His head snapping over to her in shock, giving her a sheepish grin when she glared back at him in absolute disbelief .

“What are you doing? Why are you walking? Where is your other car?” She throws the questions at him quickly as she pulls over to a stop in front of him.

Oscar paused , then mumbled quietly, embarrassed “Australia.” Peeking up after a minute of silence to see Bee gaping at him like he had lost his damn mind.

She spluttered loudly “what the fuck? Then why did you give me your car?!” She almost shouts , wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Who did that?!

He shrugged weakly “you needed it?” It comes out more of a question as he meekly gives her a smile as if to calm her down. Wondering why she looked so angry at him now.

She didn’t know what to feel other than frustration and confusion , wondering if he was so scared of her that he felt intimidated to give her his damn car! What the hell?

“So do you obviously!” She shot back while getting out of the drivers seat and rounding the car , opening the door for him to get into the passengers seat.

She stood like a disapproving parent , hand on top of the door as she scolded at him “get in Oscar!” She demanded while pointing her finger to the seat sternly.

And like the good guy he was, he quickly scurried to get in. Bee slamming the door behind him and getting back behind the wheel.

It was quite for a moment as she continued to drive , side eyeing him with a scowl on her pretty face while Oscar sat, blushing , beside her quietly.

She was concerned “are you being bullied?” She wondered out loud . Because what else could make someone think they had to give her their car just because she wanted it?

Oscar looked at her in shock “no! What?” He looked equally as confused as her now.

She frowned at him “then why so easy to give? Are you scared of me?” She then asked him wanting to figure this out .

Oscar wanted to die “no. God. No.” Yes. Very scared actually but not of her but scared of the way she made him feel.

It was stupid , he felt stupid and it was all her fault.

He looked back at her with a offended frown “you’re not scary.” He lied.

She scoffed , then jerked the wheel sharply making him let out a girly scream.

She snickered meanly “sure. Don’t lie next time otherwise I break your fingers.” She let him know calmly .

Oscar swallowed dryly at her threat having a feeling she wasn’t joking either .

“I didn’t - I didn’t exactly lie.” He tried to justify himself nervously “just emitted a little fact is all.” He muttered

Bee just rolled her eyes “you’re too cute to be this stupid.” She told him casually like she wasn’t flipping his whole world upside down with a single comment .

Oscar just looked at her in shock . Cute? She thought he was cute? He inhaled deeply , biting back a giddy grin.

“Thanks.” He stupidly replied instead . In a daze from being called cute.

He misses the way she rolls her eyes again, fondly shaking her head at him.

Definitely something wrong with him. She thought.

After that it became a habit of his to do everything for Bee, even when she didn’t need it or even asked him to do so.

He made sure no one bothered her before each race so she could get into the zone , making sure that she always had a sugary candy to eat as soon as she got out the car.

He made sure that she always had water on hand , he had elastic ties around his wrist to tie back her hair for her when she was sweaty.

Casually sitting behind her while she talked to lando about something , gathering her hair into his hands, Bee not even blinking or pausing in conversation as Oscar tried to braid if for her. Having watched some YouTube videos on doing hair for her.

Ignoring the flabbgasted look lando was giving him, he preened at the affectionate tap to the thigh she gave him when he was done . Feeling more of a rush from her simple touch than he did after a race, it was electrifying .

He stood in front of the beaming sunlight as soon as he noticed the way Bee began to squint as it stung her eyes , positioning himself so that she was shaded instead . He smiled to himself as she handed him her bag to hold while she got out her phone from her pocket , chatting casually to him.

He hooked her glittery bag onto his shoulder , unbothered by the looks he was getting from everyone else .

“I mean can you believe that bitch? Calling me trash when she looked like she had murdered Elmo and worn him for lunch? I mean- she had that much filler in her face that she could barely even blink!” She ranted to him bitchily like she usually did whenever someone annoyed her after learning that Oscar loved hearing her gossip and bitching.

Oscar nodded his head along in agreement , grinning in amusement at how mean she was . “She sure could cry though , Botox couldn’t stop the wailing.” He commented .

Bee just shrugged , unfazed . “She had it coming talking to me like that.” She replied.

“You could make even the coldest person cry.” He said impressed. Then he held out her little mirror in front of her for her while she reapplied her lipstick , quietly admiring her some more as she did so

Lando couldn’t take it anymore. After watching him put food in a designer lunchbox for Bee , hand washing her car for her and then asking him if he thought she would like a rag doll cat for her birthday. He couldn’t keep it in any longer .

“Did you drop the soap around her or something mate? Is that how you became her little bitch?” He joked. Laughing hysterically as he watched Oscar’s cheek immediately blaze with heat.

Oscar glared at him despite the embarrassment clearly on his face .

“I am not her bitch!” He denied weakly. He definitely was a little bit . “I’m just being nice. Like a good teammate.” He added as an after thought , another weak excuse .

Lando just snorted at him “you never brought me lunch or hand washed my car.” He said amused.

Oscar doesn’t miss a beat “that’s cause I don’t like you.” He snapped back at him defensively .

Lando smirked triumphantly “so you like her then?”

Oscar paused at his mistake , blinking wide eyes as he quickly tried to back peddle . “I don’t like her!”

“So you hate her?” He teased him. Trying to get him to admit what they all already knew.

“No!”

“So you do like her?”

“No!”

Lando tilted his head mockingly “so what do you think of her then? I think you’ve got a little crush Oscar. I think that you think she’s really pretty and you want to bang her-“

Oscar gasped loudly at him , face bright red “Lando! Shut up! I don’t have a crush on her! Jesus! What are you? Ten?” He hissed back at him , mortified .

Lando just giggled loudly at his reaction “you are so red!” He grinned at him amused “you like her soooo much-“

Oscar nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice piped up behind him, making his stomach sink as he watched lando smirk mischievously at him. Ever the shit stirrer .

“Who do you like? Do you have a crush Oscar?” Bee was frowning at him, not liking what she was hearing at all . The cute little guy that followed her around and did everything she asked was looking elsewhere? she didn’t like that thought at all.

Oscar looked back at her, saw her frown and frowned too. Because why was she frowning? He almost felt offended , assuming the worst.

Did she think that he was so Pathetic that a girl couldn’t possibly like him? That he couldn’t have a crush because he was so weird?

He frowned back at her even harder then , still defensive from Landos teasing.

“No I don’t! But so what if I did? Am I not allowed to have a crush?!” He exclaimed annoyed at the both of them now.

Lando just laughed while Bee just looked at him like he had lost his mind.

“Who?” She wanted to know, blunt and not giving a shit how demanding she seemed. “Who is the stupid girl that has you like this?” She felt her blood pressure rise.

Because In her mind Oscar was already hers. They hung out together , he did everything for her. She was pretty and hot and why wouldn’t Oscar want her? Surely there couldn’t be anyone better than her?

She scoffed bitterly .

Oscars eyes were wide and he looked terrified , face pale and cheeks a dark red. He gaped at her angry face , looking at him like he had somehow betrayed her.

“I don’t like anyone! Lando was just kidding weren’t you lando?” He hissed at the stupid Brit that had started all this in the first place , who was looking for too entertained for his liking.

Lando looked at his panicked face then at Bee’s angry one and laughed loudly . “Sure I was. And anyway , Oscar likes scary women. Don’t you buddy?” He patted him on the shoulder before leaving him to deal with the aftermath on his own, even giving him a wink as he went.

Bee frowned then tilted her head, brain ticking as she took in landos sly comment.

Huh. She relaxed a little then, maybe she was the stupid girl.

“Oscar?” She voiced.

He swallowed thickly “yeah?”

“I’m hungry.” She simply said looking pointedly at the lunch box in his hand.

“What are we having today?” She asked him taking him by the hand and leading him over to the table to eat.

He inhaled sharply , squeezing the palm of her hand three times. “Quiche and yoghurt . It’s strawberry and vanilla and -“ he suddenly frowned at her worriedly “you’re not like , allergic to yogurt are you? Or cheese? Cause I’m not trying to kill you or anything! I’ve never even asked you if you’re allergic to anything . Are you? That’s so stupid and careless of me-“

Before he could continue on his panicked tangent , Bee quickly cut him off.

Letting of a fond little giggle , she nudged his shoulder with hers in amusement . “The only thing I’m allergic to is bullshit Oscar.” She gave him a pointed look.

He just nodded quietly .

Then “Bee?” He spoke up timidly handing her the yoghurt to eat after watching her devour the food.

She just hummed , handing him her orange juice to take a sip of in return.

“Are you- do you have a boyfriend?” He manages to spit out meekly.

Bee hid her giddy smirk in her spoon, simply shaking her head no. “Very single. Could be persuaded not to be though.” She let him know , side eyeing him teasingly .

Oscar went red. Looked down at the table and nodded his again. “Ah okay. Cool.” Was all he muttered.

Another minute went by then Bee side eyed him again , watching him play shyly with his fingers while he waited for her to finish eating.

“Are you? Single?” She asked him . He better be, she thought darkly . This cute boy was hers.

Oscar startled , looking at her like a deer in headlights. Then he rapidly nodded his head. “Very.”

“Good.” Was all she replied.

He nodded too.

Good .

Cool.

They said nothing else on the matter. But Oscar’s hopes soared.

It kept going on like that for a while , Bee calling him cute and pretty and adorable and Oscar running after her like ‘a certified pathetic simp’ as lando likes to say. And it was going well in Oscar’s opinion , he got a little less shy and a lot more comfortable around her . A lot less scared.

And maybe that’s why he felt so comfortable agreeing to drink with her after a particularly good race . Allowing her to convince him to eat cake and drink champagne ,

Oscar found himself absolutely shitfaced on her couch. Very quickly reminded of why he didn’t drink , he was such a lightweight.

Which was how he found himself gazing at a equally as drunk Bee next to him on the coach, gazing at her like she had hung the moon in his sky.

His filter was gone and heart was on his drunken sleeve and he played with her soft hair in adoration.

“You’re so pretty. Like- like a plane.” He slurred to her.

Bee giggled quietly , nudging her head against his shoulder as she peered up at him with glassy eyes full of amusement . “Like a plane?”

Oscar nodded seriously “yeah but like the kind of plane people think are planes but then they blink and it’s the prettiest star in the sky. Not a plane.” He rambled to her passionately “you have such nice skin too.” He added as an after thought .

Bee was a giggling mess. “I think you’re really pretty too. I like your nose.” She whispered with a grin before planting a kiss on said nose affectionately.

He blushed , dazed. “Thank. I want to marry you.” He then blurted out without any grace , grinning drunkenly down at her like a sappy fool .

Bee laughed loudly in shock , looking up at him with a tipsy grin on her face. “Oh yeah? But you can barely even speak to me sober! How at you gonna marry me?” She teased him .

Oscar sniffled , serious when it came to how he felt about her , drunk or not .

“I’ve been working on it. I like doing things for you and seeing you smile. I like that you call me just to bitch about a bitch.” He replied honestly .

Bee felt her face soften as she saw the pure dedication on his face , all for her. She gently grabbed his face in her hand, stroking his red cheek with her thumb softly.

“You got a crush on me?” She whispered teasingly. Nudging her nose with his.

Oscar Just smiled and gently shook his head . “No. Much more than that.” He whispered back.

Bee smiled softly “yeah? You like me then?”

He laughed quietly and kissed the corner of her mouth gently , lingering there before pulling back just a little to see her eyes flutter closed.

“I love you.” He simply told her , drunk on champagne and his buzzy Bee. “So much it makes me silly. And I gave you my car even though I didn’t have another one and I want to hold your bag for you forever , and I want to make you lunch and kiss your face..” he whispered to her , blinking dazedly as the alcohol finally caught up to him.

He pulled the blanket further around their bodies , feeling her trembling breath on his lips as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. Knowing that he meant it too.

“I want you to be my girl.” He yawned.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair and laid down on the couch , letting him place his head on her chest tiredly as he snuggled up to her , intertwining their legs together .

“If you still feel this way in the morning , I will be.”

Too tired to speak anymore , he just linked his pinky finger with hers, a silent promise , and tucked his face further onto her neck . Letting her pull him close as he drifted off to sleep .

Oscar woke with a pounding head and a churning stomach , but he froze up as soon as he felt soft fingers in his hair. Sheepishly peering up at Bee’s amused face as she looked down at her with a tired smile on her face too.

“Morning sleepyhead. Sleep good?” She yawned. Tugging him closer to her , making his heart skip a beat.

Oscar nodded sheepishly then hesitantly cleared his throat as he remembered last night . Fidgeting with the strap of her top , he bit down on his bottom lip nervously as he wondered how to go about this.

“Bee?” He murmured shyly against her chest as he peered up at her through his lashes , letting out a content sigh at the feeling of her nails scratching lightly at his scalp , lulling him into calmness .

She smiled down at him knowingly “yeah?”

He hesitated for a moment , then muttered quietly “I’m not a forgetful morning after drunk.”

Bee just giggled “really? So you want to marry me then? Kiss my face forever?” She teased him softly.

Oscar just nodded, laughing sheepishly . “Yeah. I want to- I want you to be mine. My girlfriend. If you want that too.” He rambled anxiously “if you don’t want them that’s fine obviously -“

Bee giggled and quickly stopped him there “you want to date me?”

He nodded rapidly “so bad.”

She just smiled happily and casually muttered “okay.”

“Okay?” He repeated in disbelief .

She laughed in amusement “yup.”

He gaped at her , eyes wide and dazed “that easy? No fight? No negotiations?” He spluttered in disbelief .

She laughed loudly at him then “I love you Oscar okay? I want to be with you too , so yes it’s that easy.” She told him firmly . Easily . Simply.

Oscar felt like he was slipping into shock. “Cool.” Was all he could get out “I mean- I love you too. Yeah - this is awesome.” He grinned down at her happily . Overwhelmed with his love for her.

“Kiss?” He shyly asked while gently cupping her cheek in his hand , wide eyes gazing into hers , feeling like he was in a dream.

Bee just giggled before closing the gap and finally kissing him . Feeling the relieved breath he let out against her mouth as he finally relaxed against her , humming against her lips contently .

“Love you.” He mumbled into the kiss while smiling like a fool in love . “Love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She giggled as they continued to make out like teenagers on her couch.

Becoming teammates was the best thing they had ever done .

Lando was going to be the smuggest bastard ever when he found out that he was right .

[mlmxreader]

Not Alone, Never Alone | Eddie Brock/Venom x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Eddie Brock: Hello!!! May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for Eddie Brock X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I don't wanna be alone" Thank you 🖤🖤! 🐍anon

summary: Eddie's not exactly best pleased to be answering the door in the middle of the night, but when he sees who it is, he can forgive the interruption to his peace.

tws: swearing

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It was so late, the skies were a bleak bleached grey and the stars were nowhere to be seen, the constant whooshing rush of traffic swept by the window and the soft pitter patter of rain hit the panes between each car.

Eddie wasn’t expecting a visitor so late at night, but something about the doorbell ringing told him that it couldn’t have been good; Venom noticed it too, the rise in Eddie’s heartbeat, the valves slowly opening to allow adrenaline to begin pumping through his veins. Eddie was on edge, extremely so, unsettled and almost panicked as he grasped the door handle and slowly turned it, the wood creaking with each millimetre.

Eddie looked around when he could, and all adrenaline and panic and edge dropped from his shoulders the second his eyes met yours, a sigh of relief leaving his open mouth. He stepped aside, automatically welcoming you in and gently closing the door and locking it behind you.

“Everything okay?”

You shrugged, sitting on his sofa and shaking your head. “No.”

Furrowing his brows, Eddie put his hands against the inside of his upper arms as he frowned, swallowing thickly. “You wanna talk?”

“I don’t wanna be alone anymore,” you said quietly, shaking your head again, wringing your hands between your knees as you sniffled. “And I’m sick and tired of coming home to a man who only thinks of me as his own personal- forget it, I shouldn’t have come.”

“Stay,” he said softly, crossing the room and sitting down beside you, his arm outstretched across the back of the sofa as he dared to offer a soft and broken smile. “Please? It’s late, I don’t wanna think what’d happen if you walked home.”

“I walked all the way here without issue,” you pointed out.

“Just stay,” Eddie whispered, shaking his head. “We’ll make sure you’re never alone.”

You shot him a look, and then dared to scoff as you caved in, leaning over and resting your head against his shoulder. “Promise?”

“We promise,” he nodded.

“We can take turns,” Venom grumbled from inside his head. “I want Saturdays, though. Saturday is takeaway day.”

Eddie wanted to scoff and roll his eyes and tell the symbiote that it was a little more than about takeaway, but he couldn’t bring himself to as he cleared his throat. “Venom says we’ll take turns. But he wants Saturdays.”

“I was kinda hoping you’d have Saturdays,” you dared to laugh weakly. “I miss when we used to have takeaways every week and watch a shit film… remember? We’d end up tangled in bed after gorging ourselves on pizza and other shit, watch something so bad it was hardly watchable… I miss that.”

He nodded, not wanting to admit it but knowing that he did, too; Venom was confused, though. There was something wrong with Eddie, but he couldn’t pinpoint what.

His host’s heartbeat was elevated, skipping a beat once, he was producing sweat on his palms and his stomach was in knots; it was like he was nervous, but in a nice way. Like he was excited yet anxious for something. Venom couldn’t understand, although he was trying to.

Something was going on with Eddie, but Venom had no fucking clue what; he wasn’t sick, he wasn’t hurt, he wasn’t panicking. It was something to do with you, but it wasn’t something bad. It was like… it was like Eddie had a crush on you.

“Maybe I can work something out with Venom,” Eddie said, his voice only slightly shaking. “And we can have our Saturdays back.”

You nodded, taking Eddie’s hand in your own and mapping out the scars and calluses and little marks with the tip of your finger, making him smile and relax as he watched you.

“I’m sorry I woke you up so late,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to, I just… I didn’t know where the fuck else I was meant to go.”

He nodded, swallowing thickly as he let out an only slightly shaky breath. “I get it, don’t worry… does he know you’re here?”

“I wouldn’t chance it,” you told him. “He’s got Micro, who can hack into pretty much fucking everything. I wiped everything of my fingerprints, scrubbed every hard drive so he wouldn’t even think I’m here.”

“Frank wouldn’t hurt you,” Eddie murmured. “Would he?”

“Me? No,” you shook your head. “But you? I don’t wanna take that risk. You saw what he did to Marc when I decided to go on holiday with him for a few days after his dad died… he gets on my nerves. One minute, he’s this really hot, possessive, type who can’t leave me alone. The next thing, I’m coming back to a flat and it’s like he’s never even stepped foot in there before - all his shit gone, his smell scrubbed from the furniture, he’ll be gone for fucking days and… and even when he’s not, even when he’s with me, I still feel so fucking alone, Ed.”

“Do you feel alone now?”

“No,” you licked your lips, biting down on your bottom lip like you were trying to hold back tears. “And that’s the sad part - when I’m with you, I don’t feel alone at all. I know I shouldn’t, I told Frank I’d always be loyal but…”

You pulled away, kneeling on the sofa and looking at his lips for a moment; you couldn’t stop yourself, leaning in and capturing him in a kiss. Eddie didn’t even hesitate, kissing you back as he cupped your jaw with one hand, even daring to smile a little. You smiled back before you broke the kiss and pulled away.

“Then don’t be loyal to Frank,” Eddie told you with a shake of his head.

You looked at his lips again, clearing your throat as you nodded. “Fuck Frank.”

“Exactly.”

“Fuck, Ed,” you breathed out. “What am I gonna do?”

“Whatever you want,” he said gently. “If you want, I can get us a takeaway, and we can sit on the bed and watch a shit film.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’d, uh, I’d like that.”

“Wait here,” he told you, kissing your forehead before he wandered into his bedroom. You presumed he was grabbing his phone, until you heard a high pitched squeal of, “I fucking did it! I kissed them!”

[ctitan98official]

simp4thena : So I was wondering what would Alcina do if she found out that Y/n cracked someone’s skull open with a rusty pipe because said person was flirting with Alcina while she and y/n were in the village with the girls running small errands?

Omg yes! Let’s get into it!

Alcina Y/N and the Dimi sisters: *Running errands in the village*

Alcina: *Looking at a list of things she needs* Okay, I need to run over to Duke’s to get something.

Alcina: *Whispers to Bela* It’s a present for Y/N’s birthday. Will you watch them? *Hands her the kiddie leash Y/N is currently tugging against like a wild animal*

Bela: *Internally groans, puts on a fake smile to please Alcina* Of course, Mother!

Alcina: Thank you, dear. *Pats her head* Alright, everyone. Bela is in charge. I want you to listen to her, understand?

Y/N Dani and Cass: *Varying degrees of indifference, nod their heads*

Alcina: Good! I’ll be back soon, my loves! *Leaves*

Bela: First order of business! Cass, you hold Y/N’s leash. I don’t want to and you’re stronger. *Shoves the leash into Cass’s hand*

Y/N: *Darting at everything that interests them like a lizard or a bird*

Cass: *Rolls her eyes, yanking Y/N along as they start walking* I want a coffee or something. I had a long night of torturing maidens.

A/N: Imagine if they had a Starbucks in this shitty village XD

Dani: Ooh! I want a cake pop! Bela, Y/N? Do you want something?

Y/N: *Turns around, very excited, hopping up and down* COFFEE!

The Dimi sisters: NO!

Bela: You’re hyped up enough as is. Maybe we’ll get you a puppaccino or something.

Y/N: *Grumbles, lies flat on the ground and pouts*

Cass: *Continues to pull Y/N along, dragging them on their back*

A few minutes later

The Dimi sisters: *Sitting on a bench and having coffee and pastries*

Y/N: *Lying at their feet like a dog, happily enjoying their puppaccino*

Alcina: *Comes up, clearly annoyed about something* I hate every single manthing in existence.

Dani: *Takes a big slurp of her latte, has a foam mustache* What happened, Mother?

Alcina: *Takes a handkerchief and wipes Dani’s face* Nothing major, darling. Some idiot kept trying to flirt with me. I flashed my claws and he got the message, though.

Y/N: *Pissed, bolts off running, snaps the kiddie leash*

Villagers: *Panicking and fleeing as Y/N runs around on all fours like a dog and fucking barks at people*

Cass: … Dammit! I knew I should’ve brought Y/N’s muzzle! I hope they don’t bite anybody… *Thinking* But it would be pretty funny.

Alcina: *Stares off in the direction Y/N went, throws up her hands* Well, we tried. It’s their problem now. Come along, girls. *Ushers the Dimi sisters home*

A few hours later

Y/N: *Comes back to the castle, anxious, trying to act like nothing bad happened* Babe! I’m home!

Alcina: *Comes in* Draga! Where have you been?!

Y/N: *Chuckles nervously* Oh, you know. Just… Hanging out… Nothing to worry about!

Alcina: *Knows Y/N’s hiding something* Draga. What did you do?

Y/N: *Sweating* What?! I didn’t do anything! And, even if I did, which is completely ridiculous by the way, it wouldn’t even be that bad!

Miranda: *Knocks at the door, shouts out* Alcina! I need to have a word with you!

Y/N: *Squeaks and runs away*

Alcina: *Rolls her eyes, answers the door* Hello, Mother Miranda. What seems to be the trouble?

Miranda: Your stupid spouse just cracked a man’s head open with a rusty pipe! He’ll be okay, thank goodness, but I told you to keep Y/N on a leash. They’re a menace to society! *Shows Alcina a picture of the man’s injuries*

Alcina: *Recognizes the man in the photo as the one who flirted with her, chokes back a laugh*

Miranda: What?! You think this is funny?!

Alcina: *Clears her throat* Of course not, Mother Miranda. I’ll give Y/N a stern lecture. Thank you for notifying me of this.

Miranda: That’s better. Thank you! *Leaves*

Alcina: *Calls Y/N in* Draga! Come here!

Y/N: *Walks in guiltily* I’m sorry, Alci! He just pissed me off and I-

Alcina: *Kisses them on the lips* My hero. *Pinches their cheek*

Y/N: *Completely confused* Wow! If this is my reward for committing a crime, I should do it more often!

Dani: *Walks by just then* I mean, you should do it for the feeling of childlike joy that fills your heart, but I see what you’re saying.

Masterlist

[edutainer2022]

So I got under the weather - fever, sore throat, snuffles, the works. But I am "busy" (tm) and, therefore, need to be "fine" (tm). So I'm indulgently reposting a little fluffy Tracy-fever piece I wrote out this summer. I may or may not be eyeing another fever-snippet in my notes. Depends on how "fine" (tm) I am. Please, enjoy!

PUPPY BASKET

A puppy basket. Jeff didn't recall who exactly coined the term - his wife or himself. Or maybe his mother. The point was - with three kids so close in age (and then two more down the line) the flues and colds, and stomach bugs tore through the bunch like a wildfire. There was not enough manpower in the household to keep up with sick boys quarantined in different rooms. So it was just easier and more expedient to stash the sniveling and coughing, and sniffling, and generally miserable puppy ball in the master bedroom. Lucy and himself took shifts sitting vigil, giving meds and fluids, kissing burning up brows. If he were planetside, of course. Later, when the boys' mother was gone, it would be, likely, Scott's room and the elder boys taking up watch hours, while he was busy with grief and work. The one time he came home from New York to find all five boys succumbed to a flu, pretty much delirious in his room, little Alan hoarse from crying - even Scott too weak from fever to call Grandma (and too anxious to call 911 lest child services got a wiff) was a memory he didn't dare revisit often.

He could distantly recall that a feverish Scott would be restless, Virgil would be cuddly, John would be clingy. Gordon would peel off any scrap of clothes on him. Someone would invariably end up upside down with feet propped on the pillow.

That morning got him investigating in Scott's room first thing. Gordon and Alan drew a short straw and were off for a supply run early on (a bright and whistling Gordon and a grumpy half-asleep Alan). Virgil was not expected down this side of 10 am, John was just back from orbit the night before. But Scott never made it to see the Tinies (did they even call the boys that anymore? Alan was starting college in a month!) off, have his run and a morning coffee-cum-strategy session with Dad - something that had become a new, cherished routine for them. The parent alarm in him, that never lay quite dormant even through the endless night of the Oort Cloud, was now blaring full force.

Fair enough, Jeff found his eldest room in an uncharacteristic disarray - a blanket kicked off all the way from the foot of the bed down to the floor, last day clothes scattered on the carpeting - something he came to recognize more as the youngest style, not Scott, who had tried to emulate Dad's military crisp order since he was five and learned to make his own bed. Scott was soon found by his father's increasingly concerned gaze in the middle of the bed, tangled sheets and disheveled curls a testament to a night of tossing and turning, breathing shallow and raspy. Jeff's immediate guess was a nightmare - heaven knows he was no stranger to warding off those, plaguing his boy's naturally light sleep. But a fine sheen of sweat, covering Scott's face and neck, belied a different answer altogether. Jeff wasn't surprised, when the brow he reached for to smooth away the soaked fringe, was burning. Scott wasn't asleep per se - eyes squeezed shut against a headache - but he definitely wasn't alert and present either. Jeff wasn't surprised, but he was getting increasingly panicked. His own mother gave him a semi-clean bill of health and was currently in Kansas, helping a friend out. The time difference made the call tricky. Not impossible, of course, there  was no inconvenience Grandma wouldn't go through for him or his boys, for which Jeff was eternally greatful, but all the more weary to disturb his getting increasingly fragile Ma more, than necessary. Kayo was visiting with her own father, so that was not an option as well. The problem was, with Grandma away, there was no medic on the island. Unless, of course... Jeff remembered Virgil determined and precise with a medscanner, and later - all business and in-trade jibberish with the medical staff at the rehab center he had to spend first months back on Earth at. Despite budding worry, as Scott keened quietly and shifted under his father's soothing touch, Jeff smiled fondly. Virgil was, arguably, the closest to his Grandpa in looks and demeanor, but it appeared he followed his Grandma's professional leanings. He should try and wake Virgil up. Scott was definitely under the weather.

As if on cue, the door opened and a gigantic burrito walked in. Jeff started. The burrito was, upon a closer inspection, a human, barefoot, wrapped up in a blanket head to toe. The walking burrito was also eliciting grunts and a lung-splitting cough. Ouch. The intruder ignored Jeff completely, sidestepped the bundle of clothes on the floor, and collapsed on the bed, next to Scott, wrapping the latter immediately in a cocoon of limbs and blanket, like a cuddle pillow. Scott is restless, Virgil is cuddly... Jeff was beginning to get a bad, bad feeling about it. A quick dive into the fluffy depths of fabric and hair confirmed his fear - Virgil had a fever too. That left...

"John!" - he had to spring from the edge of the bed with speed and agility that would make his physiotherapist proud in time to catch a swaying ginger son from planting face first on the floor. John appeared soundlessly, a ghostly vision, almost translucent where he would normally be pale. A sneeze almost send them both toppling again, but Jeff managed to maintain balance and helped John walk the short distance to the other side of the bed. There was no question how the ginger was going to spend his spiking fever - the moment he climbed onto the mattress, John attached himself to Scott side like a limpet, the way Jeff had only seen Alan do so far. When sick, Scott was restless, Virgil was cuddly, and John was clingy. Well, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Puppy basket is go!

Jeff was halfway through the mental checklist of things he would need to make the logistics of his three eldest sons down for the count work (fluids, medscanner and monitors to keep track of the fevers, ask Brains if the medkits were in the same spots now, call Ma as soon as the time difference would permit, coax, trick and blackmail the boys into cold meds and cough syrup, call Gordon and Alan to stay away for the day and to go fetch Grandma from the farm, make sure Brains was alright and quarantined in his lab and rooms, check himself up, because Jeff needed to be on top of his game for the sick boys - the day and the following night could be tough), when a loud shriek pierced the silence of the room. Scott was frowning and trying the disentangle himself from Virgil's death grip. Jeff reached for his agitated son's shoulder and rubbed a thumb over - in the haze of the fever Scott could get disoriented and start fighting any restraint. Jeff knew the boy would never forgive himself, if he hurt Virgil, even unintentionally. But Scott was not to be easily placated. His face contorted with effort and, likely, a worsened sinus pain, to Jeff's astonishment, the young man grabbed a barely protesting John, lifted him bodily over his own frame, like he was a... well... puppy, and stuffed him into Virgil's arms, that immediately closed the hug around a different brother, as Scott rolled to the side in a sleek stealth maneuver. He would have rolled all the way over the edge of the bed, had Dad's arms not stopped him. That must have computed to the cold addled brain as "safe", since Scott stopped struggling almost immediately and let out a snuffle in a voice Jeff hadn't heard since when the kids' mother was alive. "M'hot", Scott complained without opening his eyes. Jeff reckoned he should probably be more concerned about photosensitivity and the fact any of the boys was yet to notice or acknowledge him. Jeff made an attempt to hoist Scott up against the headrest, but thought better of it as another painful moan escaped. Instead, he sort of rolled the son back to the center of the bed, closer to the pile of other brothers. Scott seemed game for that and shifted to snuggle and spoon against John's back. That elicited a hum and a sneeze from the ginger. Virgil didn't stir. Puppy basket indeed.

Satisfied that Scott was settled for the moment and the other boys seemed to have fallen asleep, Jeff felt confident enough to go looking for the fever vigil supplies and an extra coffee for himself. But he didn't leave before leaning to reach the assorted temples and forheads for the mandatory kiss better and a soft stroke. So sue him, he missed a lot longer than eight years of being their Dad first.

A detour to the infirmary, a chat with Brains, a lot more strained one with Ma and an anxious one with the Tinies later - Jeff was on his way back to Scott's rooms. Gordon and Alan, of course, offered to come back and help with their ailing brothers immediately. But Jeff shuddered at the idea of having all five of the boys sick at once. He was good, but the tenure in space was taking its toll. The youngest boys would be well supervised under Grandma's watchful eye, till it was safe (or absolutely necessary- something Jeff tried not to dwell on) to return to the island.

The sight that greeted him upon return to the bedroom tugged the corners of his lips up despite himself. Seeing his sons sick or hurting in any way brought him no joy, but the picture was just too precious and hilarious at the same time. John had shifted upside down, somehow, so Virgil was now cuddling his brother's feet. John was also curled in an upside down ball, head resting on Scott's stomach. Scott, in an attempt to cool off, cast his long, long limbs every which way, including over Virgil's lap and head, in a comical replication of the Vitruvian Man. As Jeff stepped in, though, the eldest shifted again, to curl himself around John protectively and to draw Virgil into a side hug. Jeff needed to go ahead with the med scanners and to get the boys awake long enough to make sure they got a drink of electrolytes and some saltines, but first he paused to reach for his comm watch and snap a picture of the puppy basket. He would cherish the moment while it lasted. And he could always use it as blackmail backup against these three running themselves to the ground - under the threat of the photo being leaked to the Tinies.

[the1975attheirverybest]

5 Stars

A/N based on this. I’ve actually had an idea to write something where Matty is in a relationship with a writer. Idk is this me soft-launching this couple? Is this just gonna be a one-off? We’ll see. 

Warnings: mentions of anxiety. 

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“Matty! Good to see you! Where is your better half, by the way? I’ve been trying to find her and congratulate her, but I don’t think I’ve seen her anywhere.” Her friend (a term she would use loosely here), the magazine columnist, approached Matty. 

He felt sweat drip down his back and he listened to this woman’s shrill, disingenuous enthusiasm, trying to keep a tight-lipped smile the entire time. Stay calm, stay calm, don’t let anyone know you’re pretending. “Thank you, Maureen. Really. She’s uhh- around here, somewhere. Just busy. She’s the guest of honor, she’s got a million people to see today. You know how it is. I’ll pass along your congratulations, yeah? Excuse me, please.”

With a gentle nod, Matty extracted himself away from that woman and to the other side of the room as soon as he saw his girlfriend’s best friend. “Ashley! Thank god I’ve found you. Have you seen our superstar yet? I can’t seem to find her anywhere and she’s not answering her phone.”

“I was just coming to ask you that!” Ashley clutched his onto his arm. 

“So, what we’re saying, here, is her book goes out into the world in a few minutes and neither one of us knows where she is?” Matty was officially panicking right now. His eyes darted around the room, scanning the crowd’s faces for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. 

“Pretty much. For all we know, she’s not even in the building.” Ashley shrugged. 

Something about that statement finally told Matty exactly where the love of his life was. “Course she’s not in the building!” He mumbled. 

“What?”

“Nothing, never mind. Think I know where she is. I’ll text you if I find her. Just in case I’m wrong, though, maybe take another look around?”

Ashley nodded and walked off in the opposite direction, looking for mutual friends or book editors, anyone who might have seen her friend or knows where she is. 

Matty studied the layout of the room, looking around for the fire exit sign. Once he’d managed to locate it, he opened the emergency door and took the stairs upwards, to the roof. If he had to guess, he would probably find her up there, smoking a pack of cigarettes that she’d stolen from him without his knowledge. 

At the top of the stairs, the door to the roof of the building was open. Yup. He was right. She was up here. He pulled his phone out, texting Ashley that he had found her, and then he checked the time. They had twenty minutes until she needed to be in the room. He could work with that. 

“Coulda at least told me you were going for a smoke break. I’d have joined you.” He called out to her as he walked up, taking his blazer off and wrapping it around her. It was cold out here in the open night sky, and her short dress wasn’t going to keep her warm. 

She turned around, attempting to give him a smile, despite her anxiety. Silently, she offered him his pack of cigarettes back.

“Lighter?” He requested as he placed one in his mouth. “Thanks, my love.”

“How’d you know I was up here?” She asked, blowing the smoke out of her mouth and looking at the skyline. 

“It’s where I would be if I were you.” He needed to approach this subject with complete delicacy. Despite her calm and collected act, Matty knew she was anxious right now, and he didn’t want to make it worse right before she had to go back in there and give a speech. “Oh, heads up. Maureen’s here.” His eyebrows shot up, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he stood next to her. “She’s been looking for you.”

She made a gagging noise. 

“She seemed like she was gonna implode with jealousy.” He added, hoping he’d make her laugh. 

She tossed the end of cigarette to the floor, stepping on it with her heel to put it out. She shook her head, “don’t know what she’s jealous about…” 

Matty heard the strain in her voice and turned around to look at her, her expression breaking his heart. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” His brows furrowed.

“I- don’t wanna do this. Don’t wanna go down there. In front of all these people.”

“Baby-“

“I know, I know! This should be the happiest day of my life. It’s a dream come true. I’ve wanted this my whole life.” She’d been quietly spiraling all day, now that she’s started speaking, it was like the flood-gates had opened. She wasn’t even registering Matty’s attempts to console or comfort her. He’d tried to remind her that she worked really hard on this for two years. Tried to tell her that she deserves this night, that it’s okay to be nervous, but none of it seemed to make a difference. So, eventually, he gave up. He stopped trying to speak, and decided to just be there and listen. 

“It’s not like I’m ungrateful! I know how big this is and how important this night is for my career. I just- I’m just-“ she fell quiet, frustrated that no word in the English language could possibly capture how she feels right now. 

“Nervous?” Matty offered a suggestion.

“Nervous?” She shook her head. “Matty, I’m fucking terrified! Look.” She stuck her hand out, showing Matty that it was shaking relentlessly. 

The sight made a wave of pain jolt his heart. He couldn’t stand to see her like this. He couldn’t watch as she trembled and do nothing. He grabbed her shaky hand in his, kissing it. 

“Oh, honey. Why didn’t you talk to me sooner?”

“I- I didn’t- I didn’t want it to be true. I wanted the fear to go away. I just wanted to be happy.”

Saying the words out loud finally made them true, she felt tears running down her face. “Oh, fuck, now I’ve ruined my make up, too.”

Matty wrapped his arms around her. “No, no you’ll ruin your white shirt! Matty!” She attempted to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go. 

“It’s okay, my love. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Who cares about the shirt. Just, let me hold you, okay? Let me.”

She took her first deep breath of the day. “I just don’t want this to be a disaster. My parents are here. You. George and Charli. Ashley and her brother-“

“Don’t mean to interrupt but Adam and Carly found someone to watch the baby. So they’re here too.” He tried to make her laugh, it seemed only to make things worse. “Sorry, sorry. Go

On?”

“I’m saying….I don’t want to let them down. Or my editorial team or my publishers! So many people’s livelihoods depend on this book, not just mine. And, everyone who’s loved me and been patient with me, and supported me through this. Everyone who didn’t laugh in my face when I said I wanted to be a writer, everyone who gave me feedback, helped me work out my ideas and make them real…the room is filled with everyone I love-“

“And Maureen.” Matty grinned. This time, she laughed. 

“…and Maureen.” She rolled her eyes at him. “My point is, this is the most important thing I’ve ever done and I have never been more scared to share it with the world. This whole time, it’s been my little dream. And as long as it remained that way, it couldn’t disappoint anyone. But now that it’s becoming a reality, right in front of everyone….oh my god! Book reviews are gonna start coming in soon! What if they’re not good?”

“It’s okay.” Matty’s armed tightened around her, knocking the wind from her lungs. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“How do you do it? Every two years?” She spoke, her moth next to his ear as he continued holding her through the panic. 

“Do what?”

“Release a new album! It’s your innermost thoughts and feelings in audio form and you just release into the world where people will judge it and critique it and tear it apart. How? How’d you do it when ‘Self Titled’ came out?”

he let her sleep out of his arms so he could step away and look her in her glassy eyes. 

“Oh, honey. When we put out self-titled I don’t think anyone cared. Nobody knew who we were back then. Your situation’s slightly different cuz you’ve actually written pieces here and there. People know who you are.” Matty smiled at her but he could tell that his words only served to remind her of the looming expectations of the masses. “Ask me about ‘I Like It When You Sleep,’ though.”

She sniffled, wiping the tears out of the corners of her eyes. “Okay…umm, what was it like when you came out with ‘I Like It When You Sleep’ ?”

Matty, took her hand again, squeezing it and rubbing his thumb over the back of her palm, soothingly. He knew it brought her comfort in situations like this. He looked up at the sky, as if the past were written in the stars. “It was….the most terrier I’d ever been in my entire life. As you know, George’d had this…anxiety during the making of the record. Cuz he felt the pressure of the world watching. He went a bit insane and lost confidence for a long time. For me, that didn’t happen during the making of….it happened after. I was so scared people would hate it.”

“So, how’d you deal?”

“Drugs.” He said without missing a beat. 

She smiled in spite of herself. “Okay, unless you have some cocaine in the pocket of this blazer you’ve given me….”

He kissed her forehead. “That’s not what I mean! I’m not done yet.”

“Sorry, go on.”

“The day before the record came out, I had…a similar nervous breakdown to the one that you’re having.” He winked at her. “I started thinking about the record and what I would go back and change about it if I could, whether I had any regrets or made any creative decisions that I was now questioning….”

“And?” She looked up at him with her big, beautiful eyes, expectation written all over her face. 

“Honestly? Not a single thing. Wouldn’t change a damn thing.” He finally looked away from the starry night and directly in her eyes, making her blush at the intense gaze. 

“Would you go back and change anything?” She considered his question for a moment, thinking about the various drafts she’d gone through, the rewrites, the choices to cut some pages and add others. A feeling of calm enveloped her as she spoke “nope. not a damn thing.”

“Then, you’ve got nothing to fear.” Matty smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into him. “No matter what the press says, no matter how tonight goes, no matter how booksales go…you’ll know you made the right decisions and did what’s best for the book. Not what’s selling these days, not what’s trendy, not what’s popular. You know what else?” He kissed her cheek, wiping the wet tears that had been drying on her face away. 

“What?”

“ your mind is brilliant. Anything that comes out of it is completely stunning. If the world can’t see that, then the world can go fuck itself.” He spoke with the softest tone, as if singing a lullaby. 

She giggled and shook her head. “Biased!”

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, Matty?”

“Put your hand in the inner pocket of my blazer. I got you something.” A bright smile erupted accords his face.

 She took out a sheet of paper, frowning. “What’s this?”

“Your first 5 star review! Go on, read it!”

“The- the New York Review of Books?

Is this real?!!!!” She was stunned. “Matty, I swear if this is a joke, then-“

He chuckled loudly. “It’s not a joke! It’s just not out yet. Comes out next week.”

“How did you? When did you? What-“ she stuttered, her tongue unable to keep up with her racing mind. 

“I have a music journalist friend who knows someone over at the NYR, so….didn’t know what to get you as a publication day present. Figured this would do.”

Matty watched her squeal with joy, dance around the roof, and eventually jump into his arm and hug him tightly, whispering “I love you” repeatedly into his ear and kissing his cheeks and neck. 

“If you’d given it to me earlier…could’ve spared us both the meltdown.” She noted when she’d eventually calmed down and had a moment to think about it.

“I know. But I wanted you to feel better because you’d thought about it and decided to believe in yourself and your book. Not because some guy from a fancy publication thought you were worthy.”

He melted her heart. As if she weren’t already in love with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him by his side. “That’s the sweetest thing that anyone’s ever done for me.” She kissed him. 

“The fancy publication is quite nice, though, isn’t it?” She grinned, beaming like a ray of sunshine. A remarkable difference from the cowering shadow of herself that had been crying and fearful a few moments ago. 

“You have no idea how proud I am of you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, giving her a peck. “C’mon. It’s almost time. We gotta fix your runny makeup.”

“Hold my hand until we get there?” She reached her hand out to him. 

“Of course. You’re gonna be alright, my love. If you get scared, think of me. If you feel panicked, look for my face in the crowd. I’ll be the one in the front row, crying tears of joy.”

[ohmyitsfaith]

The sunshine and the grump

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: “Hi!! I hope you're having a great day or night!,can I request a Ben hargreeves x Fem reader who's very loving and sensitive ,like she's silent and introverted with strangers but very extroverted with her loved ones and always supportive and very caring?,bonus points if she has chonky cat who's lazy and loves Ben! That's all!💓💓” -Requested by @weepingprincepeace​

Warnings: Sparrow!Ben being sparrow Ben? oh, also swearing

Word count: 2k

A/n: Thank you for the request, sorry it took so long!

The first time you met Ben Hargreeves was at a store robbery. You were an unfortunate customer at the cash register when the two masked robbers came in and not only demanded to get cash from the register, but forced you and the cashier to the floor. One was holding you and the cashier back, threatening you with his gun while the other got all the cash out of the register and from your purse.

Thankfully Ben walked in right as they went to hit the two of you in the head and two tentacles got the job done, without him breaking a sweat.

“Are you okay?” Ben helped you and the cashier up, the two tentacles still holding the now unconscious robbers.

“I’m gonna call the cops” the cashier walked away on shaky legs.

You on the other hand were too scared to say anything and too shaky to walk. So instead you just nodded. Ben’s hands stayed on your waist to keep you upright, for which you were simultaneously grateful and made you blush like a schoolgirl.

“Are you hurt?” Ben asked again, wanting to make sure that you were alright.

“No” you whispered, your anxiety keeping your voice under wraps.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m… I”m Y/n” you managed to get out.

“Alright, Y/n. We’re gonna wait for the cops and then I’ll take you home, alright?”

“No” you panicked. “No, don’t.”

“Y/n, you can barely walk from the shock, I’m not gonna let you walk home.”

Ben wasn’t sure why he insisted. Or why he actually cared. He didn’t know you, he had no actual emotional attachment to you. So why? What made him care? What was so special about you?

He didn’t know. And he wouldn’t know until the next time you accidentally met.

He was at a bar with Chris and a couple of girls, just drinking and having fun. After taking you home approximately two weeks ago, he did not expect to see you again. Yet you were constantly on his mind. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way you would tuck your hair behind your ears. Or maybe just that you were shy and sweet. He didn’t know you that well yet, but he could tell.

So when he noticed you coming into the bar, he was shocked but happy to see you. Not like he would ever admit that… to anyone but especially you.

But he couldn’t help going over to the bar and greeting you.

“Hey” he said simply, making you turn around.

“Hey” you looked down at your hands, instantly feeling self-conscious.

“Good to see you’re okay.”

You just nodded, feeling too anxious to keep up a conversation. Truth is, it wasn’t only Ben, who was thinking about you a lot. You did as well. For some reason, the notoriously always grumpy Ben Hargreeves was nothing but kind to you and you felt compelled to understand why. Even if that was made harder by your anxiety.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, swearing to himself that this was the last time he would try to talk to you if he couldn’t get an answer out of you.

“I…” you started, mustering up all your courage, “just a coke, thanks.”

“A coke? You came to drink soda at a bar?” he asked, but ordered it for you anyway.

“Well…” you exhaled. “I usually… um… come here to just… to just be somewhere. I don’t like to drink.”

“You do you” he shrugged and handed you your coke. “Well, see you around.”

“Wait” you grabbed his wrist in a sudden burst of confidence. “You… uh… you could stay” you told him. “If you want.”

Ben’s heart fluttered in a weird way he didn’t understand. He looked at where Chris was, but quickly made a decision and sat down next to you.

That night he got to know you a little bit and even convinced you to give him your number. So it was a total success for him. And it was a total success for you too because in a long time he was the first person you could really talk to without being a stuttering, blushing mess.

Your friendship blossomed in a matter of months. Ben started being less bitchy around you and started smiling when he was with you. He learned that you were actually a chatterbox if someone really got to know you. Whenever he had a bad day, you made sure he felt better in no time. You were always excited to hear about his day or week depending on the times he managed to call. You even loved hearing about his siblings even if the thought of meeting them made you incredibly anxious. You also always supported him whenever he needed it. You never said to him to fix it himself or anything.

So was it a surprise that he fell for you? Not really. At first, it was to him, but then he thought it through and he had to admit that it really wasn’t a shock. So, after a while, he gathered all the courage he had and asked you out. And oh boy, was he happy when you accepted!

That’s when he started hanging out at your apartment. He loved being there, especially after getting to know your lazy cat C/n (cat name). He loved the cat and he loved when he would greet him with small licks. After a while, it was obvious to him that the cat loved him just as much as he loved him.

Around the second month of your relationship, Ben took you to meet his family. Of course, you were scared about meeting them, but with Ben by your side, you felt at least a little bit at ease.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna love you” he promised, looking you in the eye as you stood before the gates.

“Okay” you breathed out, trying to calm your heart. “It’s just-”

“I know” his hand cupped your cheek. “But you have nothing to be scared of. I’m here and I’ll be here through this.”

“Thank you” you held his hand on your cheek.

Ben smiled at you and pressed a gentle and loving kiss to your lips.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded and Ben opened the front door to let you into the Sparrow Academy.

The house was huge, you saw that from only the entrance. You knew that despite everything, Ben and his family lived in great conditions. And if the entrance amazed you, then you didn’t have words for the living area. It was honestly bigger than your apartment.

Ben’s arm was around your waist as you marveled at your surroundings. And it tightened the moment he noticed his siblings looking down at the pair of you from the balcony.

“Nice of you to show up” Fei said sarcastically, which made you look up and practically shrink back into Ben at the sudden attention.

“I was busy” Ben replied.

“I can imagine” Fei was unamused.

“Who’s the pretty lady?” Jayme chimed in.

“She's my girlfriend, dipshit.”

“Jayme, play nice. She’s clearly frightened” Marcus tried to calm his siblings. “Hello. We’re Ben’s siblings. I’m Marcus, the leader. These are Fei, Jayme, Alphonso, and Chris. Sloane hasn’t arrived yet.”

“Hi” you waved shyly. ”I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you” Marcus nodded.

“Yeah, you as well.”

That’s when Grace decided to come in.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting company. I’ll make cookies!” she turned around immediately, a bright smile on her face.

“That’s Grace. She’s a robot. She cleans and cooks” Ben provided and you nodded.

That afternoon, you got to know Ben’s siblings. At first, you were shy and quiet, but as you grew more comfortable, you started talking more carefree. It was especially nice when along with the cookies, arrived Sloane, who was the nicest person ever.

“Oh, you must be Ben’s girlfriend! I’m Sloane” she greeted you with an enthusiastic hug.

“I’m Y/n” you said after she let you go.

“Sloane” Ben warned.

“Oh, don’t worry! Y/n and I will be great friends” she smiled so big, you were surprised how it didn’t hurt her.

And true to her words, you and Sloane became not only great friends but best friends. She was a bowl of sunshine and it really helped you to ease into this new situation quicker. She was always so supportive and kind, it was really refreshing.

It was a surprise to no one when on your first anniversary, Ben took you out for a nice dinner. You suspected what was gonna happen, but you let it all play out, not wanting to interfere with his plans. You didn’t take Ben as an anxious person and generally speaking, he really wasn’t. But this was a big step for you both.

“Take my hand” Ben requested.

“Why?” you asked, but lifted your hand to place it in his.

“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” he blurted out, his nerves getting the better of him.

“Alright” you chuckled and squeezed his hand.

“Y/n, I know that I’m not the type of person to actively show my love. I’m not normal either. My life and family is a fuck up, a real challenge. But I love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because you make me a better person. So Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”

Your heart was beating in your ear and you really fucking hoped that this was not a dream. That Ben Hargreeves was really on one knee in front of you, asking you to marry him.

“Yes” you whispered, not trusting your voice.

“Yes? You really will?”

“Of course” you nodded, feeling tears running down your cheek.

Ben jumped up and pulled you in for a hug. A hug so tight it made your heart hurt with realization. This meant so much to Ben. It finally convinced him that there is someone who really loves him and cares about him.

“Thank you” you felt weird thanking him, but honestly, you were thankful.

“What for?” he pulled away slightly.

“For loving me and sticking by my side, even though it was hard at first.”

“I should thank you then. I was an asshole.”

“No” you shook your head. “From day one, you have been so kind to me. I love you.”

“I love you too” he pressed a kiss to your lips, which you reciprocated easily.

And that was something the two of you incorporated into your vows a few months later. With Fei and Sloane as your bridesmaids (Jayme refused to wear a dress, but said that she was honored) and Chris as Ben’s best man (you learned to understand him even though it was challenging at times), you got married to Ben Hargreeves.

And that meant that you and C/n moved into the Sparrow Academy. Your life changed for the better and you had Ben to thank for that. His family became yours and you knew that they’d always be there for you, just as you’d always be there for them.

Honestly, life was great. You had everything you could ever wish for. You had an amazing husband, his family, and your cat. It was usually calm at the mansion and even when it wasn’t, it didn’t cause you any problems. So everything was great. Nothing could bring your mood down, right?

The alarm blasted through the space, summoning the sparrows. They were all dressed in their uniforms, standing on the balcony as you stood beside Ben.

“Dad, who are these assholes?”

Well, maybe your life won’t be so calm now.

[Masterlist]

[the-kr8tor]

Could you do Hobie noticing readers really anxious about their first lip piercing, and they think it's stupid that's they're panicking since they have a tongue piercing already but "that was forever ago and what if it doesn't look good or maybe I'm not cut out for it. I mean look at me im not cool like you" Just hobie being the encouraging and comforting person he would be while also teasing a bit. (I'm getting a regular labret piercing and I'm scared of needles but man do I really want the piercing)

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting! I love your prompt so much I almost burned my lunch because I was writing up a storm 🤣 hope you liked it! Good luck on your piercing! I was nervous too when I got mine. You can do it hun! I believe in you ❤️

I have a similar fic here

Hobie brown x gn! Reader

TW piercings, TW needles, mention of blood. FLUFF

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The cold needle against your lips is a stark contrast to your heated skin, you're nervous about this particular piercing, your hands shake, sweat drips on your forehead.

Even though Hobie's holding on to your lip gingerly, it still trembles under his touch. 

"Stay still, lovey" Hobie asks for the third time, "stop squirmin' you're gonna make me mess up" he tsks, almost annoyed.

"I need to go to the bathroom" you pout, already standing up.

"You went five minutes ago" Hobie follows your long strides to the bathroom "I'm gonna have to sanitize your lips again" he huffs. 

With your nerves acting out, You accidentally slam the door in his face, you didn't mean to. Cringing out, you fear the fallout of your actions. 

Grasping the sink, trying to inhale and exhale out your anxiety, you wait for angry words thrown at you. 

But instead you hear soft knocks on the door, like he's trying not to startle you and make you more nervous. 

A second later you hear his muffled voice.

"Love, if you don't want to do it anymore, it's fine. I'm not forcing you y'know" you hear another quiet knock "lovey? You alright?"

You clear your throat, trying to clamp down your emotions.

"Yeah, it's just…" you pause trying to find the right words "it's silly" 

"Well if it's silly, tell me anyways" you hear a thump on the other side. He doesn't force you to open the door but instead he lays his forehead over the door so he can hear you better. 

Hobie gives you time to find your words, but a minute later he worries, so he asks again "love-"

"What if it doesn't work out?" You blurt out, it wasn't your intention to cut him out. "I'm sorry"

"Nothing to be sorry about. What's not gonna work out?" 

"The piercing, I know it's silly since I already have my tongue pierced, but that was forever ago" 

"Yeah, I remember, I was the one who pierched you" he sighs remembering the memory "you squirmed, a lot, called you my worm for a bit, after that" Hobie smiles at your old nickname.

You come closer to the door, he can hear your feet shuffling "yeah, please don't call me that again" you say through your laughs. 

"What is it then? The needle?" He gets serious again.

"No, I mean partly yeah, but it's not that. I trust you, completely" 

"The blood then?" 

"No, what if– what if I don't look good in it" you open the door slowly, so he has the time to move away "I mean look at me, I'm not as cool as you" you avoid his eyes.

"You're right, you're not as cool as me" he comes closer to you as he confirms your anxiety, he cups your face carefully "you're much" he pecks your cheeks wetly "much cooler" 

You look at him through your lashes "no I'm not" 

"Fuck you, yes you are" despite cursing at you, his eye look at you fondly, his words dripping with affection "you're the coolest person I know, just wanting a piercing and actually going through with it. That's fucking cool" 

He rubs your jaw in a circular pattern, calming you down.

"But I haven't gone through with it" you play with the frayed edges of his shirt. 

"I was talking 'bout the last one, you may have wiggled a lot but you still did it, you were so bloody brave" he leans towards your face, squeezing your cheeks in his hand "Best pin cushion I've ever pierced" he says against your lips. 

"I was trying to impress you back then"

"I know, consider me impressed" he leans closer. 

You laugh, before his lips meet yours. Hobie can feel your smile while kissing you. His love gives you courage to get through with your piercing. 

You pull away, your eyes glossy "okay let's do it" you nod, a brave smile on your lips.

Hobie grins, he's proud of you "there you are my worm" you playfully glare at him. "You're gonna look so much cooler than me" he loops his arm over your shoulders, he leaves a kiss on your head "you'll be out of my league soon" 

"Stopppp, that's not true" you hug his torso "that'll never happen, 'Mr. Runway Model' " 

Hobie hugs you back, grabbing the back of your neck "only briefly, sweets" he leans towards you again, kissing you deeply.

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Thanks for reading! Please consider reblogging if you liked it ❤️

[linawritestwst]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬! (𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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i wrote this for @twistedchatterboxed's april collab! (day 22: first date)

i wanted to write a drabble/short fic at first, but. i am not good at writing those jdkslfkdls so yeah we're going with headcanons as always. these are a bit short, but i hope you like them anyway!

♡ riddle would be.. very nervous. he feels like it's stupid to be so worried, especially considering that he was the one who asked you out and not vice versa. he also doesn't want you to start worrying as well (or feel even more anxious if you've already been feeling just as nervous as him), so yeah, he would try his best to look like everything's under his control as always. it's not though. he's freaking out.

♡ okay, fine, maybe he should ask his dormmates for advice. normally he would just ask trey to help him, but.. um.. maybe this time he can ask cater too? i mean, he probably knows a lot about dating, romance and all that stuff.. he can just ignore the advice he finds useless. when he finally asks them to help him, cater goes insane because WOW THEIR DORM LEADER IS GOING ON A DATE HOW FUN HOW EXCITING HE'S TOTALLY NOT GONNA TELL ANYONE ABOUT IT

♡ when cater finally calms down, he actually does give riddle some good advice and trey does the same. both of them don't have that much experience with dating, but at least they can help riddle stay calm and remember that you most likely love him back and you would love to spend more time with him and get to know him better. he probably doesn't even have to try to impress you, you already think he's amazing. but hey, if riddle is still nervous, cater surely can help him pretend like everything is fine and he's not worried at all! it's not like he has experience, haha.. that's what happens when you have to pretend to be the funny friend every day

♡ of course, riddle would still want to impress you and now he kinda regrets just inviting you to another tea party in the heartslabyul garden (even though it will be just the two of you this time), maybe he should've chosen something more interesting? maybe cater was right and he should've invited you to a more "cool" and popular place? he really wants this date to feel special and he wants you to have good memories of it.. though maybe this being your first date with riddle already makes it special enough.

♡ when your date starts, you notice that riddle looks a little more nervous as usual. you can see a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek and his face looking more red, but not because he's angry, but because.. because of you, maybe? you want to help him feel more comfortable and you confess that you're actually a little bit scared too. ah, not because of riddle, of course! it's simply because.. well, this is a date. and you're on a date with someone you really like. it's only natural to feel scared.

♡ so.. if it makes riddle feel any better, he's not the only one who's sweating and blushing. you two can be awkward together, haha!.. riddle is surprised when he hears that from you. he was trying so hard to look cool and he really just.. wanted this date to be the best one you've ever had. hearing these words from you really makes him remember why he even fell in love with you and decided to ask you on a date even though it took so much time and so much courage for him to finally do it.

♡ your date goes surprisingly well after that conversation. you two learn so many new things about each other, you take a walk in the heartslabyul garden while holding hands and trying really hard to hide how much you're panicking at the moment and you make each other laugh one, two or even three times. this whole first date really just reminded you two just how much you both love each other and even though it felt like a week-long crush at first, you and riddle slowly continued falling in love with each other every day and before you knew it, you've started to feel like it's impossible to imagine your life without each other.

♡ when it's time for you to go back to your dorm, it's very hard to say goodbye to riddle even though you know you're obviously going to see each other tomorrow. you wish this date could last forever, haha.. but actually, it would be much better to have more fun and exciting dates with riddle than just make your first one last an eternity. and considering just how much you two have enjoyed this date, you're sure that you will see riddle even more often starting from now. and now you can finally say that you and riddle are officially a couple. it will take some time for him to get used to it though

[iloveblogging2]

Victims of Hanahaki Disease: An Ayato x Thoma fic.

Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/iloveblogging2/750384138947854336/victims-of-hanahaki-disease-an-ayato-x-thoma-fic?source=share

Chapter 2

Warnings: I LOVE KAZUHA PLS DO NOT GET MAD OR OFFENDED. KAZUHA IS ONLY “TOXIC” IN THIS FIC. 

“A-ah, Mr. Kami-” Thoma yelled waving his hand completely ignoring the many people in the area. It was a market day and Ayato was out on a walk trying to calm his mind but sadly that did not happen. 

After immediately catching a glimpse of the head retainer. Ayato panicked but before he could react Thoma ran to him. 

“My lord, we need to talk,” Thoma suggested out of breath. 

Ayato became anxious, his hand began shaking and he started sweating. 

Like a child, he felt embarrassed over a petty thing though it did not feel petty to him. 

It was a crush – a crush he had had for years. 

“My lord,” Thoma began grabbing Ayato’s hand while unknowingly making his lord more nervous "It's okay many people have ad this before, now I don’t know who it is but maybe you should tell h-” 

The Kamisato head wanted to die right now 

“NO” Ayato yelled catching the attention of the people in the area who for some reason stopped what they were doing to look at the peculiar two. 

“W-well” Ayato stammered his face turning redder than the crimson blood he coughed up “I-I just can’t” 

“But my lord you’ll die and who won't love you” Thoma vocalized “You're so awesome so who- never mind maybe I can help y-” 

Ayato cut him off 

“Thank you Thoma but you see” Ayato sighed before he continued “the person is in a relationship with someone else” 

“Oh......”  

“Yeah...” 

“Well can I still know who it is or-” 

“NO thoma” Ayato firmly denied 

“Ok s-” 

“Aah, Babe” A familiar voice yelled out. Ayato’s ears began ringing and he scowled 

It was Kazuha. Thoma’s boyfriend. 

Truth be told, he found Kazuha rude (Pls do not hate me), two faced and no matter how vocal him and Ayaka was about him, though Thoma did not seem to understand. 

“He's a nice guy really, he’s made some mistakes in the past, but he has changed” Thoma said trying to convince the Kamisato siblings that he is not so hopelessly in love. 

End notes: 4 more chapters left

[y0uareheaven]

NO BUT IVE HAD THIS IN MY HEAD FOR A LONG TIME AND I NEED SOMEONE TO WROTE IT FOR ME!!!

people: mark berskii, damon maitsu, wolfgang

In the KG while they sleep, they dream of the reader dying, then straight after they rush to the readers room 🥺

A/N: i wrote this as headcanons since i thought it would get pretty repetitive. also, for the sake of it, pretend they have an extra key to enter the room or something.

call it uh... boyfriend privilege.

Nightmares

Damon Maitsu

— he expected not being able to sleep peacefully on the first night in the killing game

— but he didn't expect getting such a violent dream, with you dying

— the image was terrifying enough to wake him up

— as much as he wanted to rush right at your door to make sure everything was fine, he couldn't bring himself to do it

— at least not in the state he was in, he needed to calm down first

— but the thoughts wouldn't let him breathe

— so he stealthily walks into your room

— 'just a little check up' he told himself

— unfortunately for him, you were also awake and surprised to see him here

— "damon? it's 3 am... what are you doing here?"

— oh, he fucked up

— he couldn't say the truth! that would be too embarrassing

— "i uh... realized i forgot to give you a goodnight... kiss"

Wolfgang Akire

— nightmares weren't a new experience

— but this particular one had a different effect: it was you

— therefore, he wakes up in the middle of the night, sweating

— were you fine? he had to find out

— heading to your room, he felt more and more anxious for the sight he might have to witness

— upon seeing you peacefully breathing and sleeping, all the built up tension disappears

— he sits on the floor, with his head leaning on the mattress

— 'maybe i'll just stay here for a few minutes'

— observing your face, his breathing starts matching yours

— he unintentionally falls asleep there

— although all his muscles were sore in the morning, he didn't regret it

Mark Berskii

— he barely gets any sleep already

— and when he does, it's a cruel nightmare?

— while slightly panicking, he weighs out the pros and cons of going to your room this late at night

— pros: he'd check up on you, possibly sleep next to you

— cons: maybe you'd think he's too clingy?

— he still ends up worrying about your safety

— he takes his own blanket, then does as planned

— he was relieved to see you well, even if he knew it was just a dream

— after that, he lays next to you, with one hand hugging your waist

— surely, he was going to sleep way better here

[skullsnbruises]

Catboy Soot just dropped-

Hello! @/poprockpanda and I can’t stop making edits of Wilbur as a catboy, and then i was given the idea of making a fic, and I couldn’t help myself <3 idk if this counts exactly as g/t? But it’s my account and I do what I want<3 so here!

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @brick-a-doodle-do @poprockpanda (SORRY FOR SECOND TAG) @da3dm

Feline Fine

Chap. 1 - Cat Out of the Bag!

There was something nice about taking a walk down the street without a real reason. Not needing to go to the store, not needing to meet someone, just enjoying the bustle of the city and getting some fresh air. Tommy could go wherever he wanted, having the whole day free to do so.

He walked past buildings slowly, no particular aim as he crossed the street. Traffic was light that day, the birds were out and about flying through the air, and even people’s faces seemed friendlier. Tommy was happy to take it all in, not a care in the world. Until, he passed by an alleyway, to hear a small and distant cry.

Instantly he thought he might’ve just run into a dumpster baby, and his heart panged. He imagined those movies where a child had been abandoned and then adopted by a passerby. Tommy was not at all intending to adopt this baby-

Why was he even going so far with this random, and probably inaccurate, thought??

He’d just check out the noise. Quickly. Then back to his walk.

He peered into the dark strip between the two shops, brick walls on either side. Tommy would be lying to say he didn’t feel a bit anxious looking down there. You normally avoided dark scary spaces, ‘cause there might be wronguns down there. But curiosity killed the cat, he supposed.

He crept slowly through the alleyway, minding the trash and dirt as he went. He cranked his ears to catch sound of the foreign cries again. He waited, waited… maybe he imagined them?

And then- a meow.

Oh! So his “abandoned baby” thought was wrong after all. Still, he had been somewhat on the right track.

Tommy spotted a box, scribbled in marker over top of it “please take care”. He cocked an eyebrow, wondering why the hell someone would not only dump a cat by the dumpster, but tape the box shut as well.

The blonde glanced around, and he found a shard of a broken beer bottle. He picked it up with a mildly disgusted expression, worried of disease, and then cut into the tape, careful not to slice too deep for fear of the cat inside.

The meows started up again, louder. And as soon as Tommy had cut through the slip of tape, they paused again. Hesitantly, he lifted the flaps of the cardboard box, and peaked inside.

Staring back with dilated pupils was a matted long-furred black cat with twisted whiskers and bright brown eyes. Something clicked as they met eyes, and Tommy was taken aback.

All in an instant, the cat was out of the bag- er, box- and it darted through the alley. Tommy panicked, and took chase, worried like hell.

The blonde raced across sidewalks, keeping the black cat within eyesight at all times. It seemed smart enough to try to shake him of its trail, but Tommy was fast too, and turned this way and that to stay just a foot behind.

The cat took a sharp turn, and ended up backing itself into a corner. Tommy pumped his arms, drenched in sweat, as he came up to the cat. He slowed his pace, the adrenaline running out as he panted heavily, and entered a mock staredown with the feline. They both had a steady rise and fall of their chests as wide eyes glared nervously. Neither made any sudden move, too afraid how the other’d react.

“W-wait,” Tommy heaved, then questioned why he was talking to an animal, “I- I don’t want to hurt you,” he hoped it would understand anyway. Hands came out softly, gently. He positioned down to his knees, remaining consistent eye contact.

Tommy outstretched a welcoming hand, “Come here… pspsps,” he called quietly.

The cat stared, blankly for a moment, before it took the chance and shifted its paws slowly, one in front of the other. Gradually making its way closer. A second or two and the eyes would glance back to Tommy’s expression, watching intently for a change, for a frown, for any aggression before it would move again.

The feline was right before Tommy, and it closer detail and view, the blonde could see how dirty it was. The fur was clumped and shedding. It looked rough and fine, like a brush would tear it all out. There was a chip out of its left ear, and old wounds that trailed through its skin, only slightly covered by the mess of loose pelt. The poor thing looked quite skinny too, starved, if Tommy had to guess.

It sniffed the blonde's hand with great interest. Tommy didn’t dare take a breath as he stilled his body. The cat judged him, stared through him, sniffing like it could tell Tommy’s true intent through a whiff.

The furball decided it trusted Tommy, rubbing a cheek against his fingers. He smiled, scratching underneath its chin.

“Let’s get you home, poor thing, would you like that?”

The cat purred deeply, leaning into Tommy’s touches.

“Alright, let’s go then,” he smiled.

And like that, a simple meaningless walk turned into adopting a cat. Tommy wrapped an arm underneath its belly, and scooped it up so he was holding its rear in one hand, the cats body supported by his shoulder, with its head facing behind the blonde. He sighed as he turned out of the alleyway, and made his way, noting the street signs to head back home.

What did he get himself into?

[angelst4re]

hiya!! i miss u sooo much and hope you’re doing okay!! could you maybe write something where jamie and reader are sleeping together but reader wakes up in the middle of the night feeling really anxious and having a panick attack because of the fight she had with her dad the night before and she can’t breathe so she goes to the balcony of their room to get some fresh air and try to stop crying. jamie wakes up a few minutes later missing her in bed so he notices she’s feeling bad and goes to comfort her? 🥺 thanks!!

hi love!! i'm doing okay :) and this idea is just so <33 i really wanted to write and post it tonight so it's quite short but also quite sweet <3

Midnight Rain- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: it's in the request :)

warnings: tw for abusive/alcoholic parents :/

note: yes, the title is a taylor swift reference again, i just didn't know what to title this fic haha!

“You stupid bitch,” he spat, picking up the glass beer bottle beside him, “what have I told you about waking me up?” 

“No, d-dad, don’t do this, please! I’m sorry! I just wanted to see if you were still alive for fucks sake!” You cried, backing away from your father before he threw the bottle in your direction, shattering into tiny pieces as it hit the wall. You were shaking from head to toe, consumed by fear. He was going to kill you. 

You gasped for air as you woke up, your hands trembling and your body glowing in sweat. You couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t you breathe? You swung your legs off the side of the bed and dashed towards the balcony door, your fingers trembling as you reached for the handle. 

You stepped out, ignoring the rain pouring down, more worried that your legs would give out beneath you with every step you took. You finally took a deep breath, gripping the railing so hard your knuckles were turning white. You squeezed your eyes shut as you steadied your breathing, and that’s when you realised you had been crying. You lift a shaky hand to wipe your undereyes, but someone else had gotten there first. 

“Jamie,” you whispered, your voice was shaky as you spoke, “go back to bed, I-I’ll come back in a moment, I j-just-” 

Before you could finish speaking, he pulled you towards him, your face buried in his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair. His chin rested on top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you. 

You had told him about your fight with your father the previous night, and he comforted you, calmed you down and assured you that everything would be okay. He always knew how to make you feel better, he made you feel safe. 

“Bad dream?” He asked, gently. You looked up to see his hair now damp, his t-shirt also soaked from both the rain and your tears. 

You nodded your head, not wanting to talk about it- not yet at least. 

“Why don’t you come back to bed, darling? It’s cold out here and neither of us are dressed for the rain,” he chuckled, “let’s get you into some warm pyjamas, yeah?”

You nodded your head, again, and followed him back into the bedroom. You watched as he took his top off, throwing it to the corner of the room and taking a hoodie out from the drawer, but instead of putting it on he put it on the bed and stepped towards you, motioning you to lift your arms up. 

You lifted your arms up and he gently grabbed the bottom of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it into the corner where his wet t-shirt was. He sat you down on the bed and helped you into his hoodie, kissing you on the forehead before going to get some bottoms. He picked out a pair of black joggers and laid them on the bed beside you. 

You stood back up and he helped you out of your shorts, as you stepped out of them, you grabbed onto his shoulder for support before sitting back down on the bed. He then helped you put the joggers on, his hand lingering on your waist for longer than it should have, but you didn’t mind, you craved physical contact right now, you didn’t want him to leave. But you feared he would as he picked up the damp clothes. 

“I’ll take these down to the-”

“No,” you finally spoke, “we can sort that out in the morning. I just… Can we go back to bed? I’m tired and I don’t want you to leave and I just want to cuddle.” You admitted, your face flushing in embarrassment, but Jamie found it cute. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiled softly, dropping the clothes before making his way over to the bed. 

He pulled the covers back and you both slid in, you shuffled closer to him as he pulled the covers back up over the both of you. He pulled even closer towards him, you could feel the warmth of his chest as you smiled into his skin. He placed a kiss on your shoulder just before you drifted into sleep, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’, to which then you heard an ‘I love you.’

[shir0tea]

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨jongho୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

-▶ in which you find yourself in the wrong place, at the wrong time

A/N: another drabble, was originally gonna be Seonghwa, but this fits Jongho so much more.

TW: mentions of death (gore), drugging

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This was supposed to be just another lazy, casual night of going out to the bar and drowning in your sorrow, yet here you are. Half of the lights in the bar were no longer working due to being shot at, fancy decor and paintings you're sure cost more than you and your place combined, soothing jazz, Sade specifically, playing in the background. But there was absolutely nothing soothing about a loaded gun being placed in the middle of the table while you play a game of poker with the mysterious man dressed in an expensive suit. Maybe if the circumstances were different, you'd get a few drinks with him and see where the night takes you. Maybe if you weren't an idiot.

You were already drunk, ignoring the people running around you and pushing past you as you kept walking to the nearest bar since the last one closed early. You stumbled inside, expecting a cozy atmosphere but were instead met with an almost empty bar with the exception of a couple officers and two men in black suits, pointing guns at them. One of them turned to you, looking you up and down. He glanced over at his partner and motioned him to escort the police men out. Maybe it was the mix of alcohol and panic, but the next few minutes were a blur. But you sobered up quickly once the gun was placed in the middle of the table, cards already placed in your hand, and the man from before sitting in front of you and his accomplice, placing cards in the middle of the table. What happened here? Who were these mysterious men? You didn't know. All you knew right now was that you really needed that damn 4 of spades to get a straight and pray to god that whatever cards the man in front of you has are worse than yours because the last thing you want to know is what's gonna happen with that loaded gun if you lose.

"You're sweating. Are you getting anxious?"

You look up from your cards. He was perceptive. But was he really, considering there wasn't much else to pay attention to? And of course, you were panicking considering the situation you're in, not to mention you had this godawful feeling in your gut that this was rigged. He was far too calm in a game based on luck. He had to have rigged it somehow. Before you even got a chance to think about anything else, the dealer finally revealed the final card. 4 of spades. You gulp, looking up at the man across, looking for any sign of his confidence wavering. Nothing. You both place the cards down... a pair. A single pair is all he has. He closed his eyes, sighing. He reaches for the gun, and rather than pointing it at anyone, he simply puts it away.

"It was just there to scare you."

He says calmly while reaching over to the deck of cards and pulling one out. In the distance, the loud blaring of sirens can be heard, making the taller man flinch and look back at the exit. He motions for the man in front of you to hurry it up, but he has no intention of rushing, it seems. He places it in front of you, but not before turning it around. A black bunny holding an anarchy symbol was drawn in the middle. At the bottom, some coordinates scribbled out.

"Go there. If you have the guts, that is."

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[edutainer2022]

I am on a long, long commute from Paris back to Ukraine, so I may be able to wrap up some WIPs, if the fancy strikes.

It's a "Tracy fever" little fic, but nothing too angsty, just pure fluff and an attempt at levity.

PUPPY BASKET

A puppy basket. Jeff didn't recall who exactly coined the term - his wife or himself. Or maybe his mother. The point was - with three kids so close in age (and then two more down the line) the flues and colds, and stomach bugs tore through the bunch like a wildfire. There was not enough manpower in the household to keep up with sick boys quarantined in different rooms. So it was just easier and more expedient to stash the sniveling and coughing, and sniffling, and generally miserable puppy ball in the master bedroom. Lucy and himself took shifts sitting vigil, giving meds and fluids, kissing burning up brows. If he were planetside, of course. Later, when the boys' mother was gone, it would be, likely, Scott's room and the elder boys taking up watch hours, while he was busy with grief and work. The one time he came home from New York to find all five boys succumbed to a flu, pretty much delirious in his room, little Alan hoarse from crying - even Scott too weak from fever to call Grandma (and too anxious to call 911 lest child services got a wiff) was a memory he didn't dare revisit often. He could distantly recall that a feverish Scott would be restless, Virgil would be cuddly, John would be clingy. Gordon would peel off any scrap of clothes on him. Someone would invariably end up upside down with feet propped on the pillow.

That morning got him investigating in Scott's room first thing. Gordon and Alan drew a short straw and were off for a supply run early on (a bright and whistling Gordon and a grumpy half-asleep Alan). Virgil was not expected down this side of 10 am, John was just back from orbit the night before. But Scott never made it to see the Tinies (did they even call the boys that anymore? Alan was starting college in a month!) off, have his run and a morning coffee-cum-strategy session with Dad - something that had become a new, cherished routine for them. The parent alarm in him, that never lay quite dormant even through the endless night of the Oort Cloud, was now blaring full force.

Fair enough, Jeff found his eldest room in an uncharacteristic disarray - a blanket kicked off all the way from the foot of the bed down to the floor, last day clothes scattered on the carpeting - something he came to recognize more as the youngest style, not Scott, who had tried to emulate Dad's military crisp order since he was five and learned to make his own bed. Scott was soon found by his father's increasingly concerned gaze in the middle of the bed, tangled sheets and disheveled curls a testament to a night of tossing and turning, breathing shallow and raspy. Jeff's immediate guess was a nightmare - heaven knows he was no stranger to warding off those, plaguing his boy's naturally light sleep. But a fine sheen of sweat, covering Scott's face and neck, belied a different answer altogether. Jeff wasn't surprised, when the brow he reached for to smooth away the soaked fringe, was burning. Scott wasn't asleep per se - eyes squeezed shut against a headache - but he definitely wasn't alert and present either. Jeff wasn't surprised, but he was getting increasingly panicked. His own mother gave him a semi-clean bill of health and was currently in Kansas, helping a friend out. The time difference made the call tricky. Not impossible, of course, there's no inconvenience Grandma wouldn't go through for him or his boys, for which Jeff was eternally greatful, but all the more weary to disturb his getting increasingly fragile Ma more, than necessary. Kayo was visiting with her own father, so that was not an option as well. The problem was, with Grandma away, there was no medic on the island. Unless, of course... Jeff remembered Virgil determined and precise with a medscanner, and later - all business and in-trade jibberish with the medical staff at the rehab center he had to spend first months back on Earth at. Despite budding worry, as Scott keened quietly and shifted under his father's soothing touch, Jeff smiled fondly. Virgil was, arguably, the closest to his Grandpa in looks and demeanor, but looks like he followed his Grandma's professional leanings. He should try and wake Virgil up. Scott was definitely under the weather.

As if on cue, the door opened and a gigantic burrito walked in. Jeff started. The burrito was, upon a closer inspection, a human, barefoot, wrapped up in a blanket head to toe. The walking burrito was also eliciting grunts and a lung-splitting cough. Ouch. The intruder ignored Jeff completely, sidestepped the bundle of clothes on the floor, and collapsed on the bed, next to Scott, wrapping the latter immediately in a cocoon of limbs and blanket, like a cuddle pillow. Scott is restless, Virgil is cuddly... Jeff was beginning to get a bad, bad feeling about it. A quick dive into the fluffy depths of fabric and hair confirmed his fear - Virgil had a fever too. That left...

"John!" - he had to spring from the edge of the bed with speed and agility that would make his physiotherapist proud in time to catch a swaying ginger son from planting face first on the floor. John appeared soundlessly, a ghostly vision, almost translucent where he would normally be pale. A sneeze almost send them both toppling again, but Jeff managed to maintain balance and helped John walk the short distance to the other side of the bed. There was no question how the ginger was going to spend his spiking fever - the moment he climbed onto the mattress, John attached himself to Scott side like a limpet, the way Jeff had only seen Alan do so far. When sick, Scott was restless, Virgil was cuddly, and John was clingy. Well, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Puppy basket is go!

Jeff was halfway through the mental checklist of things he would need to make the logistics of his three eldest sons down for the count work (fluids, medscanner and monitors to keep track of the fevers, ask Brains if the medkits were in the same spots now, call Ma as soon as the time difference would permit, coax, trick and blackmail the boys into cold meds and cough syrup, call Gordon and Alan to stay away for the day and to go fetch Grandma from the farm, make sure Brains was alright and quarantined in his lab and rooms, check himself up, because Jeff needed to be on top of his game for the sick boys - the day and the following night could be tough), when a loud shriek pierced the silence of the room. Scott was frowning and trying the disentangle himself from Virgil's death grip. Jeff reached for his agitated son's shoulder and rubbed a thumb over - in the haze of the fever Scott could get disoriented and start fighting any restraint. Jeff knew the boy would never forgive himself, if he hurt Virgil, even unintentionally. But Scott was not to be easily placated. His face contorted with effort and, likely, a worsened sinus pain, to Jeff's astonishment, the young man grabbed a barely protesting John, lifted him bodily over his own frame, like he was a... well... puppy, and stuffed him into Virgil's arms, that immediately closed the hug around a different brother, as Scott rolled to the side in a sleek stealth maneuver. He would have rolled all the way over the edge of the bed, had Dad's arms not stoped him. That must have computed to the cold addled brain as "safe", since Scott stopped struggling almost immediately and let out a snuffle in a voice Jeff hadn't heard since when the kids' mother was alive. "M'hot", Scott complained without opening his eyes. Jeff reckoned he should probably be more concerned about photosensitivity and the fact any of the boys was yet to notice or acknowledge him. Jeff made an attempt to hoist Scott up against the headrest, but thought better of it as another painful keen escaped. Instead, he sort of rolled the son back to the center of the bed, closer to the pile of other brothers. Scott seemed game for that and shifted to snuggle and spoon against John's back. That elicited a hum and a sneeze from the ginger. Virgil didn't stir. Puppy basket indeed.

Satisfied that Scott was settled for the moment and the other boys seemed to have fallen asleep, Jeff felt confident enough to go looking for the fever vigil supplies and an extra coffee for himself. But he didn't leave before leaning to reach the assorted temples and forheads for the mandatory kiss better. So sue him, he missed a lot longer than eight years of being their Dad first.

A detour to the infirmary, a chat with Brains, a lot more strained one with Ma and an anxious one with the Tinies later - Jeff was on his way back to Scott's rooms. Gordon and Alan, of course, offered to come back and help with their ailing brothers immediately. But Jeff shuddered at the idea of having all five of the boys sick at once. He was good, but the tenure in space was taking its toll. The youngest boys would be well supervised under Grandma's watchful eye, till it was safe (or absolutely necessary- something Jeff tried not to dwell on) to return to the island.

The sight that greeted him upon return to the bedroom tugged the corners of his lips up despite himself. Seeing his sons sick or hurting in any way brought him no joy, but the picture was just too precious and hilarious at the same time. John has shifted upside down, somehow, so Virgil was now cuddling his brother's feet. John was also curled in an upside down ball, head resting on Scott's stomach. Scott, in an attempt to cool off, cast his long, long limbs every which way, including over Virgil's lap and head, in a comical replication of the Vitruvian Man. As Jeff stepped in, though, the eldest shifted again, to curl himself around John protectively and to draw Virgil into a one-sided hug. Jeff needed to go ahead with the med scanners and to get the boys awake long enough to make sure they got a drink of electrolytes and some saltines, but first he paused to reach for his comm watch and snap a picture of the puppy basket. He would cherish the moment while it lasted. And he could always use it as blackmail backup against these three running themselves to the ground - under the threat of the photo being leaked to the Tinies.