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tarosin · 3 years

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the great adventures of y/n tommy wilbur and george - the water olympics

requested:yes/no

part 9 to the great adventures series

warnings: cursing, a suicide joke (the one george made in the vlog)

you were currently sat in your bedroom editing a video for your youtube channel however someone had different plans as you heard your parents talking to someone telling them you were in your room and that they could go straight up

“Y/N ITS ME CAN I COME IN”

you laughed before getting up placing your laptop on your desk before opening your door letting your friend inside.

“what is it with people randomly showing up where I live”

“ill have you know I asked your parents”

“Pfft yeah okay Tommy sure you did. anyway I’m glad you’re here editing was beginning to make me want to throw my laptop”

“you are honestly so dramatic pass us your laptop I’ll edit for you if you let me stay the night as it’s about to rain”

“you brought a backpack with you...you clearly planned on staying the night anyway but yes it’s a deal”

Tommy laughed before sitting on your bed waiting for you to bring the laptop over and sit next to him keeping him entertained as he edits for you. it was around late afternoon when he finished editing the video and you spent the entire time telling him about your merch plans and getting the sizes and items he’s going to want as you were planning on sending him some when you’ve agreed on a final design and products

“all done I want full credit for editing”

“hey I edited like a whole 3 minutes of the video..fine fine just stop staring at me like that”

the two of you realised it was a little late and neither of you wanted to cook anything so decided to go to a local restaurant. a few hours later you arrived back home it was pretty late now so your parents had gone to bed so you had to keep reminding each other not to yell, once in your room the pair of you collapsed onto your bed, you rolled over to face Tommy

“So why are you actually here huh, what’s going on in that mind of yours”

“I know it’s short notice but tomorrow afternoon would you like to go to this inflatable water course with me will and George”

“I don’t have anything else to do so I’d be more than happy to come with you guys what time do we need to be awake, we may as well set an alarm now in case we fall asleep as I tend to sleep in really late”

“I’ve got it don’t worry about it”

Tommy set an alarm as you logged into Disney plus so you and Tommy could watch tv for a while before deciding on sleeping arrangements, you put on the good dinosaur and instantly regret that decision as you began ranting to Tommy about how the films depressing. soon enough the pair of you fell asleep.

at 9 am Tommy's alarm went off waking the pair of you up

“y/n get up we’re going to a lake”

“Okay okay I’m up”

Tommy went to the bathroom to get ready so you could get ready in your room a few minutes later you both made your way downstairs grabbing a snack you could eat whilst you waited for your taxi to arrive. the pair of you arrived at the lake first, George arrived next and that’s when you noticed Wilbur show up and George beginning to record what’s happening

“Tommy is he wearing a suit?” you tilted your head to the left as Wilbur stepped out of the car

“it worked George”

“Why are you wearing a suit?”

“for the meal”

“we’re not doing the restaurant”

your eyes widened and you tried to hide your laughter as Tommy said he couldn’t change as he only hired three wetsuits, you all made your way to get your wetsuits, Wilbur reluctantly following you all as soon as you all stepped in several people began to stare at you all

“they’re staring at me because I’m wearing a suit”

George laughed before telling him it could also be because your hair was awfully similar to a highlight. you lightly hit his shoulder before rolling your eyes

“rude”

you laughed as you went away to get changed returning a few moments later

“I’m ready boys oh they gave will a life jacket”

“Why do you sound so disappointed”

“you not a fan of drowning then?”

“no, I’m not!”

Tommy grabbed your hand and ran towards the water before jumping in taking you down with him

“TOMMY I HATE YOU”

“HELP ME”

“NO SUFFER”

soon enough will and George made it onto the inflatable, Tommy tried to film his intro however the fact you and George were jumping in the background made it rather difficult. Tommy ran to Wilbur who pushed him into the water

“HA GET FUCKED”

you made your way across but saw Tommy in the water making you laugh which made you fall in the water too

“well hello again y/n”

“Hello Tommy funny seeing you here”

George managed to help you up whilst Wilbur pretended to help Tommy up before walking away. Tommy just held onto the inflatable whilst looking at you

“fine”

you reached your hand out and helped him back up onto the inflatable.

you made your way across the bridge Wilbur not far behind you so he could push Tommy off of the bridge into the water, he did but fell with him, you fell over laughing as George went to help Wilbur but ended up falling in himself. you George and Tommy ran to a high point of the course which will wanted you all successfully defended it and even managed to push will into the water. you and George weren’t the best at this course you had fallen three times and George fell twice

“look at them both”

Tommy turned around to see you and George in the water again as the pair of you fell once back on the inflatable you both made your way back to the others however George slipped and grabbed your arm trying to stay up ultimately dragging you down with him

“When is it my turn to be happy”

you all made your way to the canopy without falling, well that was until Tommy decided to lean on it causing it to fall into the water taking Tommy with it

“bye tom”

“he’s stuck save him”

“Nah this is funny”

Wilbur ended up helping him by making it so he could actually climb onto the inflatable

“you’re embarrassing us in front of the lifeguards”

you made your way across the course this time you didn’t fall as much as you did earlier on in the day, Wilbur went to push Tommy into the water again however this time you and George decided to get payback and attempted to side tackle him so he fell into the water

“bye will”

will finally got back onto the inflatable and pulled you aside

“We should form an alliance...I wouldn’t leave you behind”

“deal”

“When I say meet you there you start running the course I'll make sure you don’t fall”

“understood let’s do this”

you got ready to go as will told Tommy and George that the truces weren’t working and there was only one way to settle it

“meet you there”

you started running across the course you were doing surprisingly well, Wilbur only had to prevent you from falling once and that was because you lost balance over one obstacle

“I've got you! keep going”

eventually, you both turned around to see that Tommy and George finally set off and were making their way to you both

“we’re team weak..strong every day of the week”

you managed to contain your laughter as George fell as soon as Tommy said that

“we’ll be team pussy”

soon enough they caught up you and will went to push Tommy into the water however George snuck up behind you both and pushed you into the water

“ah yes water my good friend we meet again”

will helped you up first then you helped him up will noticed George fell and went to push him in the water whilst you made your way to Tommy

“I call this the leg turrent”

“you plan on doing this forever heh?”

you helped George back up whilst Wilbur tackled Tommy further down the course

“oh Tommy is still on the floor”

“what have you done to him”

you made your way to Tommy with George only to hear Tommy yell about the art of deception followed by a splash and Tommy's laughter. George got up to go get the drinks but fell again then stood up slowly turning to face you all

“that was called comedy.. I'll go get the drinks kills myself”

“the hydration is good”

“ah thanks, George you see I’ve personally been spending the majority of my time in the water”

Tommy ran over to you all then fell into the water making you all laugh followed by Wilbur telling him to complete the line about how many people are and are not subscribed to his vlog channel

“When did George fall into the water”

“How are you guys feeling for a race”

“I’m down”

“right you and George are going to run that way around, y/n and I will run this way and we’ll meet at the nub we fought for”

“winner gets to launch the other of that big floppy thing”

“GO”

Tommy and George ran off before you two however you and will made it to the nub before the others, mainly because neither of you fell and worked together.

“come across Tommy we will let you have the win if you make it across that”

Tommy ran at the bridge however he fell three quarters over the bridge

“oh fucking hell”

“he tried”

you and will helped Tommy up however George ran over

“George you’re ruining the moment” Wilbur pushed him over the edge into the water

“bye again George”

“let’s go back to the nub”

“I think me and y/n technically won”

“friends?”

“friends”

Tommy decided to shake hands with will and made you go over to him so he could give you a hug you stood with will filming Tommy for the outro you waved bye to Tommy as he fell a rather long distance into the water, once will stopped recording he pushed you into the water from the same height

“WILL I'M GOING TO KILL YOU”

once you all dried off and got ready you and Tommy made your way back to yours as it was late you agreed Tommy may as well stay the night again, the pair of you spent the night playing games together and arguing about who won the game you missed spending time with just Tommy and he missed spending time with you so you were both incredibly thankful he decided to come over to yours a few days earlier than expected.

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fatiguing-thoughts · 3 years

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“Sick” - Jacob Black x Reader

Request: Hey, I don't know if you're accepting an request, but here's one; Embry or Jacob inpriting about the reader who has cystic fibrosis. something sadder, as a reader being on his deathbed or something (it was very funeral, sorry)

The day that I met Jacob Black was one that I would never forget. It was one of the best days of my life. Though, all good things must come to an end, right?

I went to La Push for the first time since moving to Forks. I had heard it had a nice, quiet little beach from my doctor, Carlisle.

I sat on my sheet, drawing in my sketchbook. Though, a soccer ball kicked from the distance invaded my personal space, hitting into my leg.

“Damn it, I’m so sorry.” A handsome man says, jogging over to me.

“It’s alright, accidents happen.” I smile softly, handing him the ball.

“Thank you.” He smiles, but his expression quickly changed as our eyes met.

As our eyes met, I felt something inside me shift, it was if there was a force putting a pressure all around me, though it was serene-- it wasn’t unpleasant. His face changed, his mouth hung slightly agape, his eyes widened, and his overall his entire expression turned to mush.

“Do you mind if I take a seat with you?” He asks.

“No, of course not. Come sit.” I smile awkwardly, patting the sheet I was sitting on.

“Thank you.” He smiles, taking a seat after he threw the soccer ball to his friends.

“I’m (Y/N).” I smile, holding my hand out to him.

“I’m Jacob.” He takes my hand gently for a handshake.

I place my sketchbook off to the side, interested in getting to know the man sitting in front of me, there was something pulling me to him-- something that I couldn’t describe.

“You draw?” He asks, pointing at my sketchbook.

“Kinda.” I giggle.

“May I?”

“If you want to.” I blush, handing the sketchbook over to him.

“This… these are all amazing! You’re an incredible artist.” He smiles at me with wide eyes.

“Thank you. I think I’m alright.” I shrug.

“No, you’re far more than alright.” He chuckles.

“Well, what about you? What’s your talent?”

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve. But my favorites would be mechanics and woodwork.” His bright smile lit up every fibre of my being.

How could a stranger have such a hold on me?

“Oh so you’re artistic, too. That’s awesome, I’m sure you make beautiful work. As for mechanics, I’m jealous. I’m at the mercy of any mechanic whenever something goes wrong with my car.” I joke.

“Well, I could always help you out, if you need work on your car.” He smiles.

“That would be great. Or you could show me some of your work, too.”

“I’d love to. Could I maybe get your number?” He asks, his hand scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Yeah, of course.” I smile, taking my phone out to swap phones.

And from that day on, we were inseparable. He eventually explained to me everything in his world, it was a lot… but the feelings that I felt were too great to stay away; though if I were to be honest, staying away was the last thing I ever wanted to do. I wanted to spend whatever time I could with Jacob. He was my rock.

He quickly learned about my illness. I could no longer keep it from him after he watched me continuously get sick. Especially when he was finally able to ask why he smelled “leech” all over me-- which was Dr. Cullen. I came all the way to Forks to receive treatment from Carlisle, I needed his medical expertise if I wanted a chance to extend my life. Cystic fibrosis was no joke.

As time went on, Jacob took it upon himself to do everything together, especially everything I wanted to do in life. We did minimal traveling in the five hour radius, as I couldn’t go too far, we would go camping, we went sight-seeing, and just enjoyed everything that nature had to offer. He took me to places I would’ve never been able to go to without him. Jacob was truly the light in my life.

He came to every doctors appointment. He held my hand through it all. Though as time went on, my condition progressed far more aggressively than any of us would have anticipated. I was getting sicker as the days went on, growing increasingly weaker.

Jacob was handling it horribly, completely unraveling.

As I laid in the hospital bed that Carlisle set up in his home for me, Jacob was sitting next to me. I had fallen asleep earlier out of extreme exhaustion but I was beginning to stir.

Carlisle walks into the room to check on us, asking Jacob how he was doing.

“It’s not fair.” Jacob’s voice cracks, as Carlisle places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Jacob. It really isn’t fair.”

“They’re twenty! Twenty is so young. I can’t lose them.” He begins sobbing.

“I know, I know. There’s always another option, if you guys want to do that.” Carlisle suggests.

Were they talking about immortality? Jacob was so against the existence of vampires that I assumed he’d rather me be dead than one of them.

“It’s their decision. I can’t choose for them. I think we can talk about it when they wake up. How much time do they have left?” He asks.

“I can’t see them making it past tomorrow, Jacob. There’s an alarming amount of cysts and infections in their lungs. We’re looking at the end-stage now.” Carlisle says solemnly.

“Carlisle, will they even wake up?” Jacob panics.

“Yes, maybe once or twice more Alice said.”

“I’ll have to talk to them as soon as they wake up.” Jacob’s hands hold his head.

“I’ll leave you alone for a moment.” Carlisle murmurs, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

“(Y/N), please. I love you, I love you so much. I can’t lose you. I’d do anything to keep you here. I love you more than I could put into words. Don’t go. We were supposed to get married.” Sobs racked through his entire body, his voice breaking the entire time he spoke to me.

Despair filled his voice, so desperate to keep me around. The love of my life was unable to accept my fate, and who could blame him? We were so young.

I had a lot to think about over the next few hours. My life was coming to an end, and I had accepted it long ago; but that was far before Jacob Black came into my life. Things were different now, there was beauty in existing-- not only pain.

“Please.” His voice breaks once again, tears spilling from his eyes.

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tera-91 · 4 years

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It Doesn't Feel Like Christmas

Hey everyone! This has been stuck in my head since Christmas day. It originally started as a short (Maybe 1000 or less fluff fic) but turned into …. well quiet a bit more than that 😂 Hope you like it and as always feel free to comment 💜 I love feedback

Summary: Everyone has been busy and the holiday season snuck up on everyone, especially Virgil who feels guilty and wants to do something speical for his boyfriend

Pairings: Virgil/Patton (Moxiety) Roman/Logan (Logince)

Word count: 3780

Virgil woke up at 5 am like usual. This time though he wasn’t brought back to the land of the conscious by the sound of his blaring alarm clock. Patton had made sure that had been turned off before the pair had gone to bed the night before. A shifting figure beside him made him look down at the mop of strawberry blond hair. Patton always made sure the alarms were only turned on when the alarms owner had to be up the next morning. He took a deep breath and sighed at the smell of sweet pea and magnolia, the smell had always relaxed him. He didn’t know what he would do without Patton. He gently hugged the smaller figure closer to him.

Virgil was almost back to sleep when he heard an alarm clock break through the silence of the house. He reached over and clicked the light button for Patton’s clock to make a soft blue light display the time. 6 am. Huh, it had to be Logan’s clock but the genius didn’t have to go to work. None of them did.

Reluctantly, Virgil gently pulled away from Patton as to not wake him. Once out of bed Virgil couldn’t stop the small heart palpitation as he watched Patton grab his pillow and turn over, but a smile soon followed as Patton simply snuggled into the pillow and back to a restful sleep. Virgil walked over to his desk chair where Patton had a habit of throwing Virgil’s hoody when he pulled it off in his sleep. He slipped on the, slightly ragged, article of clothing and made his way into the common area of the three-bedroom home.

As he thought, Logan was there, although slightly more disheveled than he was used to seeing the other man. He actually had on pajamas, that he was sure Roman bought him, for once. The main clue was that the pants had the Andromeda galaxy and Logan rarely bought anything that had the stars on it as it seemed nothing was ever accurate enough for him to buy on his own accord. He had on a Beauty and the Beast night shirt, that was definitely Roman’s as it was at least 2 sizes too big for him. He stood at the counter, half asleep with his hair sticking up in various places and glasses slightly askew, while he waited for the coffee to finish.

“Sorry Logan, Patton turned off the alarm clocks and I forgot to set the coffee pot. Although, I didn’t expect any of us to be up this early either.” Virgil said as he reached up into the cabinet and pulled out their coffee mugs. “Go ahead and sit down, Ill bring you yours as soon as it’s done.” Virgil was somewhat surprised when Logan did just that. While he waited Virgil reached for the sugar and grabbed the milk from the refrigerator as took just a few moments for the coffee machine to stop with a beep to signal it was done. Sugar and milk with a splash of coffee for him, while Logan’s was mostly coffee with just a little milk. He was careful not to spill any as he made his way to the living room where Logan sat. Logan still seemed out of it as he handed him the mug, which was understandable as he had been told multiple times of Logan’s poor sleeping habits by Roman.

Virgil sighed as he sat down next to the bespectacled man. It would be an hour or so before either Roman or Patton would wake up, so for the time being it was quiet, but peacefully so. As they both drank their coffee Virgil jarringly realized it was Christmas Eve as he took in the state of the living room. They had all been so busy with work yet Roman or Patton or both had found some time to find some vaguely Christmas colored fairy lights and string them along the edge of the ceiling. He felt somewhat sad. He knew how much both loved the holiday, probably as much as he loved Halloween. Since it was Christmas Eve there wouldn’t be enough time to order anything for anyone and he doubted they would be able to find even a small tree to decorate. Virgil sighed, his anxiety had begun to build up. He didn’t like it when Patton was sad or disappointed and he was almost certain he would be.

“Contemplating current state of events?” Logan asked suddenly which caused Virgil to jump. Before he could say anything, Logan continued “We have all been busy, more so than last year and the lack of decoration reflects that.” He gestured towards the general area of the room a tree would sit.

Virgil took another sip of his coffee. “Yeah, something like that” he said as he ran his fingers along the edge of his hoodie. “I haven’t had the time to get my brothers anything let alone Patton.” He reluctantly admitted.

“I don’t suppose many of us have had time to find anything.” Logan began. “Roman has been booked with back to back shows between the two theaters and Re-re” a sigh escaped both of them at the thought of the chaotic twin. “Re has been in his forge every time Roman looks for him, working on commissions for the holidays.”

“Patton has been making a lot of trips to and from the bakery” Virgil ran his hand through his hair. “I lost count of how many dozens of cookies and cupcakes he has made for all the shelters and homes.” a small chuckle escaped him “You know Patton, even the animal shelters get a batch of handmade treats.”

Logan hummed in agreement. “Unless one has gathered gifts during the year, I’m sure we all will understand if we just get to spend tomorrow together, sans boxes wrapped in colorful paper or bags and bows.”

Virgil shifted, somewhat uncomfortable at the thought that Patton may have found him something but nothing had ever caught his eye as a Christmas present for his boyfriend. Roman and Re, well they were easy. All he had to do was call Joan, they would go to the metal store for him and probably stop by one of the supermarkets and grab something Disney related for him since they knew he didn’t do well in crowds.

That’s just what he was going to do he quickly decided.

Virgil got up from the couch and quietly made his way back to his bedroom. As he walked up to the bedside table, he was glad he had decided to put carpet in over the summer. He couldn’t help but take a little time to admire Patton. It always amazed him, the contrast of a sleeping Patton vs awake Patton. He looked peaceful and not at all like once he woke up, he would be full of energy that he would practically be bouncing off the walls.

Virgil sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his phone off the charger to text Joan.

V: Hey Joan would u mind going by the stores for me and grabbing Ro and Re presents for me?

J: What’cha thinking? V: Just about 10 pieces each of 15n20 and 1080 for Re, I’ll call Tyler and he can have it ready. For Ro, you no him basically anything Disney that catches ur eye. Especially anything Hercules.

J: Ah, got it! Ill get em and bring it by tonite when I come get Tals present from your place. Prewrapped ;)

V: Thanks Joan

J: NP V!

Virgil let out a quiet huff. He had his brothers taken care of now, well he still had to call Tyler but for the most part it was done. He just had to wait and make sure Re was out at his forge before he called. He turned and looked at the still sleeping Patton. It took everything in him not to just lay down next to him and card his fingers through the red tipped strawberry blond hair, the slight curls already making it stick up in hilariously weird angles. A moderately loud crash, which meant Roman was awake, caught his attention. Luckily it didn’t even phase Patton. He stood up with a huff, he still had to figure out what he was going to get Patton for tomorrow morning. He placed his phone in his hoodie pocket and made his way back out towards the living room. Maybe Roman could help him.

Virgil almost immediately turned around once he reached the end of the hallway. From were he stood he could clearly see the kitchen. A few eggs cracked and splattered on the tile floor while a bowl with pancake mix was tilted over on its side and mostly all over the counter with some of it on the floor. His eyes soon landed on Roman, or more accurately Roman’s mostly bare back which was only barely covered by a tank top that partially obscured the colorful tattoo located there, he wore the matching pants to the shirt he had seen Logan wearing earlier.

“I don’t know how you two always end up making a mess when you flirt.” Virgil said, startling Roman enough for him to step away from the counter revealing Logan up on the quarts top, his glasses pushed up onto the top of his head.

“Ah dear brother, you are just jealous.” Roman said with a confident smile as he turned and leaned back against the counter between Logan’s legs. Logan immediately leaned forward and draped himself over Roman’s shoulders, fixing his glasses in the process. “Besides you and Patton are just as guilty.” He said as he tilted his head back to look up at Logan

Virgil just rolled his eyes at the older man. “Uh huh, I am so jealous that you two make a mess. Yet the mess is usually preexisting as I find it adorable when Patton is baking not simply about to start making breakfast.” He said as he gestured to the floor.

“He is not wrong Roman. Patton is usually already covered in flour. I had yet to make any sort of mess prior to your appearance.” Logan said, smirk half hidden in Roman’s hair. The twin to pouted and tilted his head back. This caused the shorter one to laugh and give him a kiss.

Virgil shook his head before he made his way around the mess to refill his coffee. “Just clean up the mess when you’re done.” He said with a chuckle and made his way back to the living room.

“Will do bro!” he heard Roman call out.

He shook his head as he sat down on the couch. As different Ro and Re were there were still quite a few similarities between their actions that neither wanted to admit. Then it hit him, what he could do for Patton. He would wait until later when Patton would go with Logan to go see Roman’s Christmas eve performance. He’d make him his favorite treats.

Patton was next to wake up. He padded his way into the living room as he rubbed his eyes. Virgil could tell from the look on his face when he glanced into the kitchen that Logan and Roman were either still in there making out or they had left it a mess. Either way Patton’s face became red and he immediately dived for Virgil’s side. Virgil simply chuckled, placed his empty coffee cup down on the table and scooped Patton up. He shifted himself so that he was laying down on the couch with Patton’s head resting on his chest and he began to run his fingers through his hair. Patton wordlessly snuggled further into Virgil, both glad to have some time to themselves.

However, the peace didn’t last very long. “I am off to the forge my lovies and Merry B*%&^$mas too all and to all a good day!” Remus’s boisterous voice boomed through the house followed by the slamming of the front door.

Neither was sure if it was the loud voice or the slamming front door but both jumped. Virgil instinctively hugged Patton closer to him in an attempt to shield him from the nonexistent danger while Patton could feel Virgil’s fast heartbeat through his shirt. The taller one groaned and he placed his hand on his face. “I am not related to that one in the slightest.” Virgil sighed which caused Patton to giggle. Virgil waited a few moments to ensure Remus hadn’t forgotten anything before he reached into his pocket to get his phone to call Tyler.

“You’re such a thoughtful little brother.” Patton said as he reached under the hoodie once Virgil hung up the call. A large smile spread across his face at the deep red blush that appeared on Virgil’s pale skin. He loved it when his boyfriend became a blushing, cuddly mess.

“I-i just know how much he enjoys making things, though how someone that is a-all over the place like that ended up taking up blacksmithing which requires quite a bit of con-concentration.” Virgil slightly stammered.

“It’s simple my dear brother. I am the prince and he is the pauper that wants to be close to the palace, so he makes all the royal guards gear from armor to swords.” Roman appeared leaning over the couch looking at the two. Now both of them were red in the face with embarrassment at the position they were in.

“Roman that makes no sense whatsoever, that is not even how the story went, the pauper was not conically a black smith by trade. Also, you two are in fact related unlike the two boys in the book.” Logan made his presence known.

“Details, details my adorable calculator watch.” Roman said as he swept Logan up in his arms.

“Did you clean up the kitchen yet?” Patton asked as he struggled to keep from laughing as the two nearly ran to the kitchen.

The day went by rather lazily as no work needed to be done. Both Virgil and Patton enjoyed laying on the couch, the tv had been turned on at some point. Roman and Logan had joined them not long after they ran back to the kitchen, this time the pancakes had actually been made. They brought Virgil and Patton a plate and the four of them ate, bickering between Roman and Virgil being the main form of entertainment. 2 pm finally came, simultaneously too soon and not soon enough for Virgil. The three left and Vigil got to work.

He couldn’t remember exactly which was Patton’s favorite but luckily, he had enough ingredients to make both, since Patton kept the pantry stocked almost as if the home was a medium volume bakery. Which as much as Patton experimented it probably could be.

After looking through every drawer and every cabinet Virgil was able to gather most of the ingredients he needed. “Let’s see. Sugar, salt, vanilla, flour, chocolate chips, powdered sugar, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, oil, water, milk. What am I missing?” Virgil asked himself as he looked over the items he had scattered across the counter. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the large butter dish. Of course! Patton always had room temperature butter for when he did his baking, Virgil had to stop himself from smacking himself in the head.

Virgil got to work making the cookies. It was a tedious process. He started out with the filling by mixing powdered sugar and soft cream cheese. He made the first batch of dough and portioned them out. He broke the portions in half as equally as possible before he rolled them out, placed some of the filling on one before he placed the other half on top, sealed the edges of the stuffed cookies and placed them on a sheet before storing them in the refrigerator they had out in the garage.

He returned to the kitchen, mixed together a small bowl of equal parts cinnamon and sugar, and turned the oven to preheat for the next set of cookies. He began mixing the butter and sugar, some of it went flying out as he turned on the mixer. He hoped that enough stayed in the bowl as he added the vanilla and water. Having learned his lesson, he turned the mixer down low as he added in the flour. Unfortunately, when the light ingredient hit the bowl it looked like a cloud with some landing in his hair. Virgil silently cursed under his breath. No wonder Patton always ended up covered in flour or something else when he baked.

The oven beeped, an indication that the over was up to temperature. Virgil quickly tore the chocolate chip bag open, sending about a third of the bag flying in the process. He poured the rest of the chips into the dough, shakily he mixed it up and portioned them out before putting them on a sheet and in the oven.

As he waited for the cookies to bake Virgil set to cleaning the giant mess he made in the kitchen. He had just barely finished when the timer beeped. “Ugh how does Patton do this? I haven’t even gotten the powdered sugar out yet.” Virgil said as his anxiety began to increase. He took a deep breath, grabbed the potholders and took the cookies out of the oven. He carefully lowered the ovens temperature for the first batch of cookies before he turned around and grabbed a large shallow bowl, cooling rack and the bag of powdered sugar.

With shaky hands Virgil re-opened the powdered sugar, which of course had to explode out of the bag and dust the previously clean stone countertop, then poured some into the shallow bowl. He groaned; this was just impossible. Quickly, so not to burn his fingers, Virgil picked up a few of the cookies and rolled them in the powdered sugar before placing them on the cooling rack. Once he was done with that batch of cookies Virgil went to the garage for the first batch of cookies. He took each cookie and rolled them in the cinnamon sugar he made earlier before he placed them back on the sheet and slid it into the cooler oven.

As he set to work once again cleaning the kitchen, he didn’t hear the garage door open. “Virge?” Patton’s voice made Virgil stand ramrod straight. ‘No Patton can’t be home already’ Virgil thought. A hand on his shoulder and the timer going off simultaneously, made Virgil jump almost out of his skin.

“Pat? Babe what are you doing here?” Virgil asked practically losing control of his breathing as he quickly spun around and pulled the last batch of cookies and set them on top of the counter before he turned the oven off. He didn’t want to burn the cookies, after all they were for Patton. He knew he couldn’t hide what they were from him but that didn’t stop him from trying to block Patton’s view of them.

Patton simply giggled and pulled Virgil away from the hot appliance. “Well Remus showed up with you know who. Once the performance was over the four of them wanted to go and get something to eat to celebrate a wonderful performance.” Patton reached up and to shake the mixture of flour and powdered sugar from Virgil’s hair. “I took Roman’s car while they all piled in Remus’ I knew you had already been alone for a while. Also, I was hoping to get some alone time with you.” Patton said with a rare, somewhat smug, look before he pushed the taller one up against the wooded cabinets and cool stone counter before he pulled Virgil down for a kiss.

Virgil almost, almost, whined when the other pulled away. He couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face, neither of them was particularly forward when it came to affection, but Virgil couldn’t help how much he liked it when Patton would become bolder when the two of them were alone.

“What are you up to Virge? I come home and you look like an absolute ghost with all the flour and powdered sugar on you.” Patton smiled as he rubbed Virgil’s cheek that was also smudged with powdered sugar.

“Well, I um – I hadn’t been able to find you anything for Christmas tomorrow, so I thought.” Virgil said as he glanced over at the sheet full of cookies. “I thought I would make you some of your favorites, but it seems that I can’t do any of it right.” Virgil sighed as he ran his thumbs along Pattons hips. “I couldn’t hide them from you, and I don’t think I did it right. The first batch doesn’t look right and this one looks under done.”

Patton couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh Virge.” He started as he pulled back to peak around him. “Silly you did just fine.”

“Babe those don’t look anything like yours and the ones I just pulled out look like they’d fall apart as soon as you picked them up.” Virgil protested as the other pulled away slightly. “Pat? You ok? Your hand was kind of cold.” Virgil said as he reached up and grabbed one of Patton’s still chilled hands.

Patton quickly intertwined his fingers with Virgil’s and stuck their hands in the hoodie pocket so he could steal some of the warmth the oversize hoodie provided. “I’m fine Virgil, it was just cold outside and I forgot my gloves.” He said as he buried his face in his boyfriend’s chest. “You did great, the first ones just need another coat of powdered sugar and the others just need a few minutes to firm up as they cool down. You did just fine.” Patton said as he used his other hand and once again pulled Vigil down for a comforting kiss. Patton was always mesmerized how his lips were always so soft. Patton pulled back slightly “What made you do this?” Patton asked softly, afraid to break the moment.

Virgil leaned down so their foreheads touched. “I didn’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t feel like Christmas tomorrow.” Virgil practically whispered.

“How could I possibly be disappointed when I’m with you, everyday feels like Christmas.” Patton said. At his words it felt like a wave washed over Virgil. He leaned down and tenderly kissed the shorter one. Tomorrow would certainly feel like Christmas even if it was just filled with fairy lights and cookies.

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#sanders sides fic #human au #Patton #Roman #Logan #Virgil #Remus #tera-91

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I answered in short fics for each question!

1. Who Reaches Out To New Neighbours

“Nico, what on Earth are you doing,” Will asked, snaking his arms around Nico’s waist and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of Nico’s neck.

“There’s a moving truck which means new people. I don’t like people,” Nico replied, taking Will’s hands.

“So you’re stalking them from the window?”

“I’m observing,” Nico corrected, and Will sighed, gently turning Nico around in his arms and cupping his cheek in his hand.

“I know it unnerves you, but it’s going to be okay,” he said gently, “I’ll go round to see them, scope them out. I’m sure they’ll be nice people, and if not, we stick to ourselves, okay?” There was a small pause.

“You’re going to bake them cookies, aren’t you?”

“Yep, I’m gonna bake them cookies.”

“What if they’re psychopathic murderers, Will,” Nico whined dramatically, “what if they’re cannibals and they eat you after they eat your cookies, Will, you need to poison the cookies!”

“Oh my gods, Nico,” Will sighed in exasperation, “They’re not gonna eat us, you’d probably bite them if they tried because you’re like a freaking really grumpy cat, di Angelo!” Will smushed Nico’s cheeks, who tried his best at a murder glare. Will merely giggled and glowed, booping his nose. “Boop!” Nico snapped playfully at Will’s finger, who yelped in surprise and put on a fake hurt glare whilst Nico smirked smugly. “I’m gonna go bake cookies for the neighbours!”

2. Who Remembers To Buy Healthy Food

“WILL!” Nico yelled, and Will came skidding into the kitchen.

“What’s happened?”

“What is this?” Nico held up a bag full of salad ingredients on the end of a spatula, holding it at arm’s length.

“Healthy food.”

“I don’t want it, I don’t like it, I want to set it on fire.”

“No setting the food on fire, Nico! I’m making a stir fry, I figured I should make it colourful and healthy,” Will explained calmly with a small smile.

“But it’s yucky vegetables!” Nico protested, staring at the bag of healthy food like it had personally offended him.

“No, they’re delicious, and without them, you will literally slowly die of disease.”

“At least I would have tasted something better than cardboard!”

Will sighed heavily. “If I deep fry it will you eat the veg-”

“Yes!”

3. Who Remembers To Buy Junk Food?

Will was awoken by clattering downstairs. Convinced he was about to be murdered, he reached for Nico, but he found the space beside him unoccupied. With a heavy sigh, Will trudged downstairs, grabbing the bow and arrow he kept on the stairwell and loading an arrow ready. He turned on his glow, ready to attack- and screamed.

“Gods Nico! Don’t just do that! What are you doing down here? Is that McDonald’s?!”

Nico froze, a nugget hanging out of his mouth and eyes iridescently reflecting like a cat’s. “No,” Nico lied round the nugget.

“It’s like four am, holy shit Nico,” Will groaned, “I can’t believe you!”

Nico blinked, staring for a moment, before taking the nugget out of his mouth and holding it out. “Nugget?”

“I’ll make you into a nugget in a minute,” Will grumbled, turning on the light and sitting at the table. Will slid a bag over to Will, who peered inside, more than happy to see a quarter pounder inside. “Gods I love you. McDonald’s at 4am.”

“Only because I know you forget to eat after a night shift and somebody has to feed you.”

4. Who Fixes The Oven When It Breaks

“NICO!” Will yelled, and Nico skidded into the kitchen on his socks. “Is the cooker meant to do that?”

“Do what?”

“That.” Will pointed to where there was a plastic plate and utensils melted onto the hob.

“Will. How? How did you do this? How? This is worse than the time you set the spaghetti on fire!”

“I was trying to reheat my jacket potatoes on the hob and I left and then the plate was goo!”

Nico facepalmed hard. “You’re meant to put stuff in the Microwave, Will, good old Chef Mike! Of course plastic will melt on the hob! You’re supposed to have a brain cell! Idiota!”

“Sorry,” Will pouted, “I really can’t cook.”

“You silly sunshine,” Nico teased affectionately, wrapping his arms around Will and swaying slightly, “I’ll have to teach you to cook as soon as we get Leo to fix it. I’ll teach you how to cook real food, not this bland muck, then you won’t be living off hospital food all the time. In the meantime, how about we order a takeaway? You can choose and I’ll pay.” Nico pressed a loving kiss to his cheek to let him know that he wasn’t mad at Will for accidentally ruining the cooker.

“Any takeaway?”

“Anything you want. Now go sit down and I’ll do you some tea, you’re probably stressed about the cooker and you need to take care of yourself.”

5. Who Waters Their Plants/ Feeds Their Pets?

“Will,” Nico interrupted, “Are you talking to a houseplant.”

“And singing to it!” Will beamed, and Nico sighed, smiling to himself.

“That’s adorable Will.”

“Thank you! I watered it but I felt bad about forgetting to water it yesterday so I wrote it an apology song. Did you feed the pets?”

“Oh my god, stop being adorable you dork,” Nico huffed, standing on his toes to rest his elbow on Will’s shoulder. Will bent down to allow Nico to do so. “And I did. The cat hissed at me because I gave it the wrong flavour and the dog slobbered all over my face and proceeded to eat the cat’s food. It reminds me of you.”

“I have never slobbered on your face, I just licked it once when I was drunk and happened to drool on your cheek a little! Anyway, you’re only saying this because you know you’re just like the cat.” Nico hissed for effect, and Will giggled, resuming serenading the plants. Nico discreetly pulled his headphones on- Will loved to sing, bless his heart, he just wasn’t very good at it. But Nico never wanted him to stop, because his whole face lit up and it was worth the damage to his ears.

6. Who Wakes Up Earlier

Nico was rudely awoken at the asscrack of dawn by Will’s heavy stomping around the bedroom. Nico groaned in protest, burying himself into the covers. He scooted over to the still warm patch where Will had been sleeping and inhaled the scent of Will on the pillow. “What time is it,” he mumbled incoherently, and Will bounced towards the bed, kneeling down and gently stroking Nico’s hair.

“It’s six am, I just got back from a two hour jog.”

“Oh my gods,” Nico grumbled, pulling the covers over his face, “it’s too early, Will, come back to bed!”

“But I’m already awake!”

“And I didn’t fall asleep until half three, get back into bed so we can cuddle, you’re warm and I’m tired.”

“Sorry, Neeks,” Will said softly, “but I have an early shift at the hospital and I need to be there in an hour, but I’m off work tomorrow, so, we’ll stay up late with a movie and fall asleep together and I’ll stay in bed to cuddle until you wake up, and then I’ll do you breakfast in bed and we can cuddle some more and do whatever you want. We can take a bubble bath together with some candles and massage oils, just spend some time relaxing and pampering each other. Although maybe the candles shouldn’t be on the side of the bath in case the water knocks them down again.”

“Goodnight,” Nico groaned, and Will laughed softly, melodically, pressing a lingering kiss to Nico’s forehead.

“You go back to sleep, call if you need me, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too,” Nico murmured, burying his face into Will’s pillow.

7. Who Makes The Bed

“Nico,” Will murmured, and Nico groaned from underneath his blanket mound.

“What?”

“You stole all the blankets and I’m cold.”

“Here,” Nico mumbled, throwing one of his blankets to Will.

“Nico, there’s popcorn stuck to this,” Will grimaced. Nico whined tiredly. “We haven’t had popcorn since last month.

“Don’t care,” Nico protested tiredly.

“You need to make the bed.”

“You need to make the bed,” Nico retorted.

“I do!” Will protested, sitting up. Nico whined in protest at the shift, sitting up besides Will with a tired groan, his face in his hands.

“When?”

“I changed the sheets just a few days ago!” Will protested

“Not according to the popcorn,” Nico grumbled.

“Have we cleaned anything recently?”

“I ate the cereal out of the box this morning when I couldn’t sleep because we have no clean bowls.”

“I have no idea how to make the bed,” Will confessed, and Nico squinted at him through tired eyes.

“Neither do I.”

“Maybe we should have learned this before moving in together.”

“Mhm,” Nico mumbled in agreement, diving back under the blankets, “I’ll get the ghosts to do it.”

“What ghosts?”

“Never mind.”

“Nico, what ghosts?”

“Goodnight, W ill.”

“Nico, I’m scared.”

“Then cuddle me.”

8. Who Makes The Coffee

Nico threw himself into one of the dining room chairs, his hair sticking up in all manner of directions, tangled and generally looking like a bird’s nest. He groaned loudly, flopping his head onto the table with a thud and another groan. “Morning, sunshine!” Will grinned, and Nico looked up just long enough to hiss in pain as his eyes were assaulted with neon yellow spandex. Nico whined agonisingly in response, realising that the table was suddenly very comfortable indeed, closing his eyes. He heard the sound of Will getting the mugs out of the cupboard and the kettle being put on to boil.

“Coffee?” he asked hopefully, and Will laughed softly.

“I know it won’t wake you up much, but it is chilly and it’ll warm you up.”

“If I have coffee, I might go back to sleep.”

“Usually I’d say yes you should, but you slept a solid ten hours, that’s oversleeping, that’s why you’re so sleepy. So, once you’ve had your coffee and you’re comfortable but you’ve had the time to wake up a little, we’re just gonna have a lazy day and we’re gonna cuddle on the sofa.” Nico mumbled in appreciation, drifting off a little until he heard Will gently place the mug of coffee by him on the table. “Wake up, sleepy head,” Will said softly, running his fingers through Nico’s hair. Nico lifted his head up and pressed his lips to Will’s in a slow, lazy kiss, smiling in appreciation of the coffee.

9. Who Burns Breakfast

Nico woke to the sound of the fire alarm ringing in his ears. He grumbled rolling out of bed and almost falling back asleep on the floor, slowly trudging downstairs to an all-too-familar sight: Will at the stove and smoke everywhere. Nico coughed, opening the windows and wetting a cloth under the sink, holding it over his mouth and nose to avoid the smoke. He wet another and handed it to Will. “What did you do this time?”

“I tried to make toast.”

“Why is there a frying pan on the stove?”

“To make the toast.”

“For Hades’s sake Will, there’s a toaster.”

“I just put the bread in the pan dry and then it stuck and started to burn and I don’t know how but it caught on fire and then the bread turned to ashes and the fire’s just embers.” Nico sighed, picking up the broomstick they used to turn the smoke alarm off, leading Will to the living room.

“I appreciate you trying Will, but I’d very much like to live without you burning the house, so leave breakfast to me until you learn how to cook. Let’s eat dry ramen noodles instead. For future reference, you put the bread in the toaster and push the lever down and when it pops up you wait a few seconds for it to cool, put it on a plate, then spread the butter. Okay?”

10. How Do They Let Each Other Know They’re Leaving The House?

“Nico,” Will called softly, kneeling by the bed, and Nico groaned loudly from beneath the covers. “Nico babe, I’m popping to the shops, I’ll be back in half an hour okay? I’ve left the TV on for you, and I washed your favourite blanket last night, it’s time to wake up now, so why don’t you go downstairs. If you fall asleep on the couch I’ll wake you when I get back okay?” Will kissed the top of his head and Nico mumbled in response, and Will left for work

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“WILL!”

“WHAT?”

“WILL!”

“WHAT?!”

“WILL!”

“I’M IN THE SHOWER, ASSHOLE!”

“I’M GOING TO MCDONALDS YOU FUCKNUGGET, DO YOU WANT ANYTHING?”

“FRIES, NOW FUCK OFF!”

“YOU FUCK OFF!”

“JUST FUCK OFF AND BRING ME BACK MY FRIES!”

11. How Do They Greet Each Other When One Of Them Gets Home?

“I’m back!” Will called, locking the door behind him and pulling off his coat, catching his breath. Then the smell of dinner hit him, and he’d never been more hungry. He took his shoes off and scrambled to the kitchen, where Nico was just pulling a lasagne out of the oven.

“Go get changed into your pyjamas,” Nico said, “I’ll dish up, just go.” Will smiled softly and quickly kissed Nico’s cheek, making his way upstairs to change into his cotton pyjamas. He put his most comfortable slippers on and made his way back downstairs, where Nico had lit some candles and sprinkled a few rose petals on the table. Will blushed as Nico pulled out his chair for him, placing his plate in front of him. “After a double shift you deserve a nice romantic night. Once you’ve eaten, I’ll run you a bubble bath, with all those essential oils and bath bombs you like so much, then I’ll give you a massage to work all that tension out.”

“Aww, Nico,” Will smiled smittenly, “this is so romantic and sweet of you! But I think I’ll be too tired to give you anything in return…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Nico said softly, “you’ve had a long day, I don’t expect anything tonight. I just wanna pamper you and take care of you. We can just cuddle together. Wanna talk about your day? When you called me at lunch I figured you sounded stressed, and I’d like to hear about it.”

“I lost a patient,” Will admitted, slowly eating his lasagne. It tasted amazing, comforting, and Will found himself feeling open and honest. “I know it wasn’t my fault, they had end stage lung cancer, but I cried a little.”

“Hey,” Nico said gently, reaching across the table to take Will’s hand, and Will put his fork down, sobbing into his hand. “Hey, come here,” Nico soothed, standing up and making his way over to Will, gently hugging him, “I know you did everything you could to help, and I know you made their last few minutes comfortable and calming. It’s gonna be okay, Will, just cry it all out.”

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“WILL I’M BACK!” Nico shouted, and Will skidded to the door, tackling Nico in a flying hug. Nico laughed, backing into the wall for balance. “It’s nice to see you too, Will.”

“A whole day,” Will said against his shoulder, “I missed you. Bed was cold without you. Couldn’t sleep. I tried to watch a horror movie to remind me of you but I just got spooked without you.”

“I’m back now,” Nico smiled, hugging back tightly. Will hummed contentedly, inhaling Nico’s scent and lightly nibbling the flesh of his neck. Nico sighed blissfully, guiding Will’s chin up and gently kissing him. Will pressed Nico closer to the wall, kissing him slowly.

“I missed you,” Will said again.

“And I missed you too,” Nico smiled, playing with the curls at the nape of Will’s neck. Will kissed him again, letting it linger for a little longer until Nico pulled away. “Let me get showered and changed before you get all clingy with me, okay?”

“What? Sorry, I didn’t hear the part after the part where you’re getting naked.”

“Will,” Nico chuckled, “ I was gone a day, do you know how adorable you are when you get all needy?”

“I missed you,” Will protested, hugging Nico again. Nico sighed, smiling softly.

“I love you too but I smell of brimstone and blood, I smell gross, let me get clean and changed into something comfortable and then I’m all yours for the night.”

12. Who Brings Home Little Gifts Like Flowers/ Chocolates More Often?

“What’s this,” Will asked curiously.

“Open it,” Nico said with a small smile. Will looked at him curiously, and opened the small box. It was empty, so Will picked it up, frowning, examining the velvet box.

“Nico, there’s nothing insi…” Will cut himself off the moment he looked to wear Nico had been standing, because he was down on one knee with a ring in his hand. “Oh my gods…”

“I know I don’t get you much, because I don’t exactly have a paid job, and I know you’re always getting me little gifts all the time and bringing me back cool bones you find in your run through the forests, and I love the way you try and always fail to cook for me and you get all pouty and sad because you just want to make me happy, and I wanted to make you see just how happy you make me, Will. I want you to have my mother’s ring, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So William Solace, will you be my husband now and forever? Will you marry me?”

“Oh my gods, Nico,” Will gasped, “yes, of course! Oh my gods… I love you!”

“I love you too,” Nico replied with a smile, placing the ring on Will’s finger, “speaking of you love me, I’m stuck and I can’t get back up off the floor, help me.” Will giggled, carefully helping Nico up off the floor and pulling him into a hug.

“It’s funny,” Will smiled, “because I just went out and brought a ring for you too. I was gonna propose during dinner.”

“Oh my gods,” Nico grinned, laughing softly, and Will pulled the ring from his pocket. “Yes,” Nico smiled, letting Will place it on his finger and leaning up to give him a slow, loving kiss. Both men were crying a little but hey, who wouldn’t?

13. Who Picks The Movie For Movie Night?

“What are we watching?” Will asked, settling with his feet up and a bowl of popcorn on his stomach. Nico held up two DVDs and Will shook his head. Nico sighed, digging through the box and holding up two more. Will made a noise of consideration before shaking his head again. The process repeated until Will had picked a pile of ten movies. Nico sorted through them, picking out three of them.

“I like these,” Nico said, and Will cocked his head to the side in consideration.

“Eh… I’m not sure…”

“Will,” Nico groaned, “it’s been twenty minutes and you’ve already ate half of the popcorn to yourself!”

“Wait, this was meant to share?”

“Yeah,” Nico huffed, sorting through the pile of movies and holding one up. “This?”

“Perfect,” Will smiled, and Nico set up the DVD, before finally joining Will on the sofa and curling into his side. He smiled sweetly, kissing Will, who let go of the popcorn to hold Nico comfortably. With a small snicker, Nico stole the bowl of popcorn and sat on the floor, hunched over it like a gremlin and shovelling it into his mouth. “Hey!” Will protested, and Nico almost choked laughing. Will dove onto the carpet, attempting to grab the bowl back off Nico, who threw a piece at Will’s head. Instead of watching the film, the great popcorn war of 2019 ensued.

14. Their Favourite Kind Of Movie To Watch

Will screamed, grabbing Nico’s arm and pressing himself loser to Nico, almost crushing him. “Will,” Nico protested, wrestling him slightly to get them comfortable and readjust the blanket, “that was the funny part!”

“Nico, his guts are all over the floor!”

“I know,” Nico chuckled, “the circular saw just cut right through him! Gutted like a fish! Did you see the blood spray all over the nurse’s face?”

“You’re twisted!” Will replied, settling back into his side and stress eating chocolate, “why do I agree to watch these again?”

“Because you like the cuddles,” Nico replied, “and the kisses afterwards when you’re hopped up on adrenaline-” Nico burst out laughing as Will heard a scream and chopping noises.

“Oh my gods,” Will cringed, “I know I like horror and gore, but I’m not even sure this is legal!”

“It’s not,” Nico replied, “only in Russia.”

“Nico, I’m scarred for life.”

“I won’t let anyone murder you like that, Will,” Nico reassured, “that’s my job.”

“I’m scared,” Will whined, “turn it off.” Nico sighed, turning it off and turning to Will, cupping his face in his hands.

“I am so, so sorry,” Nico began gently, “I didn’t realise it would distress you so much otherwise I would not have put it on for you. Are you okay?”

“I need a hug,” Will whimpered, and Nico immediately wrapped him in his arms.

“No more illegal films, I promise. Only regular horror, because you like watching that more than I do.”

“Yeah,” Will agreed, and Nico rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“We’ll sleep with the lights on,” Nico soothed, kissing the top of Will’s head. “Hey, you’re shaking.”

“I’ll be okay,” Will replied, “just keep holding me and I’ll be okay. You make me feel safe, Nico.”

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” Nico reassured, rocking them slightly, “I’m right here. I’ve got you. Next time we watch Dracula, you love that.”

“Yeah, it’s my favourite,” Will replied, burying his face in Nico’s chest.

15. Who First Suggests A Pillow Fort?

,”Will,” Nico began as Will piled yet another freshly washed and dried blanket into Nico’s arms, “can we built a nest with these?”

“A nest?” Will questioned, the corner of his mouth jumping up.

“Like a blanket fort, but a permanent one, with loads of cushions. Most of these blankets are old and we have new ones, and it would be really romantic to sit in there. We can decorate it with fairy lights and we can watch Netflix in there or make out! Please?”

“Nico, I am an overgrown child, I am never gonna turn down the opportunity to make a blanket fort! Never! I could be fifty and I will still want a blanket fort!” Nico giggled, and Will grinned mischievously. “I got a load of unused cushions in the closet we can use for the floor, and I have lots of soft pillows too.”

“Have I told you how much I love you lately? Because I really love you.”

“I love you too, little boo,” Will replied, and Nico blushed at the nickname and smiled.

16. Who Builds The Pillow Fort?

Needs to be higher,” Nico said, and Will secured the bungee cord to the hook on the wall. “That’s about right,” he said, and Will looked at the frame and nodded.

“Now for the floor,” Will said, and he and Nico began to lay out pillows, piling them up until they had a soft floor, laying a blanket over it. Nico sat in the middle, looking up at the frame, and Will checked the feel of the frame to make sure it wouldn’t collapse. It could handle enough pressure, so Will started with the blanket walls that were against the wall, tying the ends to the chord and making sure the bottom was tucked in under the floor, sewing to the frame once he was satisfied with the positioning.

Nico looked at the pile of blankets still left, and Will stepped back to analyse the frame. They’d used bungee chords and thick strips of cut up denim to make a frame sturdy enough for a permanent blanket fort. Will carefully placed the first blanket underneath, tying and sewing it to the frame so it draped from the centre outwards, but not too low. Nico looked up, poking it and tugging it lightly, and Will set out on putting the third side on. He carefully tied and sewed it like before, and Nico was almost inclined to go to sleep, quite enjoying his minimal contributions despite it being his idea.

Next came the front of the fort, which was more tricky and Nico had to help position them so that they could be tied back like curtains and pulled shut. Nico had to hold everything in place whilst Will secured it, and then there was only the top blanket to go. Will had even gone to the length of installing a hook to the ceiling, to suspend the top blanket from and make it into a point at the top. Once it was secured to the bungee chord, it didn’t take long for Will to sew it to the frame. He stepped back to the door to admire his handiwork- it was right in the corner next to the window, the third blanket wall facing into the room and the entrance facing the sofa barely a foot away- it seemed nice and private. Nico was already hooking up all the fairy lights and arranging the cushions by the time Will crawled in- and it was a lot bigger than he thought.

“This is so cosy,” Nico commented, leaning against the wall with popcorn, his laptop on the pillow floor. It was really soft to sit.

“It’s so private in here, so intimate,” Will commented, and Nico smiled, putting the popcorn and laptop aside in favour of kissing Will.

“I can’t believe we’re grown adults and we made a pillow fort,” Nico commented between kisses, laying down and pulling Will to lay beside him.

“Worth it though,” Will replied with a smile, cuddling into Nico, “our own little escape, a private corner for us to hide and relax and have fun.” Nico giggled softly, melting into the lazy cuddles and kisses Will was eager to offer.

17. Who Tries To Distract The Other During A Movie.

“Nico, stop that,” Will said absently, picking up another handful of popcorn, eyes transfixed to the screen. Nico doubled his attention seeking efforts by prodding Will in the ribs. “Nico, I’m watching this.” Nico snickered, poking him in the ribs again, but Will simply ignored him, so Nico upped his game and started tickling Will.

Will shrieked, pushing Nico’s freezing hands away, and Nico laughed, moving his hands up Will’s shirt to tickle his bare skin. Will whined in protest and squirmed, unable to stop the stream of laughter that followed. He playfully wrestled Nico, putting him in a headlock, and Nico tried to twist, his foot somehow ending up by Will’s ear. They ended up in fits of giggles, just collapsing onto each other with uncontrollable laughter. They shared soft kisses and light touches, still tickling each other and laughing between kisses, enjoying the feeling of being young again, being childish again, because after a long week of serious adulting, it felt good to unwind.

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It started out with Will lightly tracing his finger on the back of Nico’s hand, which tickled, but didn’t stop Nico from concentrating on the movie. Then Will’s fingers started to trace patterns up and down his arm, enough to give him goose bumps and shiver a few times, but Nico had decided this was now a game of chicken and he was not gonna back down. As a result of Nico ignoring Will, Will only tried harder to distract Nico, and by the time Will was kneading his thigh and nibbling his earlobe, Nico was finding it difficult to hold back a soft moan. Will giggled, reaching over to turn the film off, giggling triumphantly when Nico wrapped his arms around Will, sighing happily as Will kissed down his neck. “What about the film, Will,” Nico protested, although he didn’t care about the film anymore, not when Will took his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it. Nico whined, whimpering when Will swiped his tongue across Nico’s lips. “I can’t believe you distracted me so easily, Will,” Nico huffed, and Will giggled against his lips. Nico figured they could watch the film another day- Will was in a good mood and Nico fully intended to make the most of it. After all, time spent with a busy husband who spent so long was work was precious, and intimate moments full of love and passion of any kind were always going to be so much better than any horror film anyway. Especially after Will had completed a week of double shifts and night shifts and Nico had been busy in the underworld when Will was home. Nico figured they had to make up for lost time, and he certainly didn’t mind missing the film in favour of a little fun.

18. Who Falls Asleep First

Nico was, through lack of a better word, one heck of a sleepy boy. He stayed up late, often had nightmares and interrupted sleep, so most evenings they didn’t even make it to the bedroom before Nico would get so comfortable he ended up drifting off to sleep. Even at mealtimes Nico had been known to yawn and rest his head on the table, and start snoring gently, with his cheek pressed into the table, barely on the chair. Nico fell asleep almost every time they settled in front of the TV for the evening, with the fireplace heating the room gently and fluffy socks, in one of Will’s hoodies that was more like a tent for Nico and comfortable cotton pyjamas, Nico would always fall asleep pressed into Will’s side and gathered up in his arms, and Will would gently braid Nico’s hair for him.

But today was different. After being left to his own devices to wake himself up in the morning when Will had been called into work early because of a road traffic collision, Nico had decided it a good idea to sleep in until five pm. So by midnight, Will was getting sleepy, and Nico wasn’t even twelve hours into his day. Will was very clearly fighting his sleepiness, but he kept nodding off and squinting and blinking at the TV, yawning every few seconds, until finally, he was lulled into a peaceful slumber, laying over Nico like a lizard on a rock, crushing him. Nico didn’t mind too much, gently braiding Will’s hair. He was rather cute like this, Nico thought.

19. Who Is Big Spoon/ Little Spoon

“I’m cold,” Nico whined, pressing closer to Will’s side. Will laughed lightly, rubbing his hand up and down Nico’s arm.

“Then maybe you should put your pants on,” Will suggested.

“Maybe I don’t wanna put my pants on,” Nico protested, leaning over Will and over the side of the bed, retrieving Will’s hoodie up off the floor and pulling it over his head. Will laughed softly as Nico nestled back under the covers. Nico rested his head on Will’s chest, resting his hand over his belly and pushing his leg in between Will’s thighs. Will wrapped his arm around Nico, resting it on his waist, kissing the top of his head and holding him close. Nico hummed contentedly, staying in that position for a while, until he realised it wasn’t very comfortable and rolled over. Will immediately curled around him, pulling him closer until their backs were pressed together. He buried his face between Nico’s shoulder blades, and Nico intertwined his fingers with Will’s.

“Goodnight, Nico,” Will said softly, and Nico whined tiredly in response. Will pressed a gentle kiss into his shoulder, and Nico lifted his head up. Will laid his arm across Nico’s pillow, and Nico rested his head on Will’s arm, adjusting slightly to press more tightly into the heat of Will’s bare chest.

“You’re really warm,” Nico mumbled, and Will squeezed Nico’s hand.

“I love you, Nico.”

“I love you too, Will.”

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Waking up with sunrise was never pleasant for Will- he always energised quickly, barely able to get back to sleep. He shifted slightly, realising he was right by the edge of the bed and trapped in place. Nico’s leg was wrapped around his waist, Nico’s foot pressing into the front of Will’s thigh. Nico’s arm was slung over his shoulder lazily, and Nico’s face was buried into the nape of his neck, his soft breaths tickling him slightly, holding him protectively. It seemed the human backpack would not be letting Will out of bed, but Will didn’t mind. He pulled Nico’s arm under his own arm, tangling their fingers together like they always did. It wasn’t very often that they were able to cuddle in the night. In fact, there was a second bed in the room, because Nico was prone to night terrors from PTSD, and sometimes he thrashed around a lot in his sleep, so cuddling like this was a luxury Will intended to make the most of. He was glad Nico seemed to have a restful sleep, so he let himself relax, remembering all the sweet nothings and giggles and surprises of the night before. He craned his neck, content to see Nico still wearing his hoodie. Will reached down to the floor to pull his phone from his jeans pocket- he had an email from the hospital, but it was only a reminder of the new junior doctors who would be coming in. Will was a registrar, training to be a consultant. Nico shifted slightly, his heel jamming into a rather painful place. Will hissed and groaned in pain, removing Nico’s foot from around him and cradling the damaged goods, but Nico just threw his leg back over Will’s waist, this time jamming his foot right into Will’s bladder.

“Nico,” Will called, and Nico whined in protest at being woken up. “Nico, I have to pee, can you let go?”

“Five more minutes,” Nico protested, pulling him closer and nestling into his back.

“Your foot is on my bladder.” Nico whined, reluctantly detangling himself from Will, pulling him to face him so he could kiss him good morning.

“Leave the bathroom light on and make me a coffee,” Nico mumbled, and Will smiled softly, looking for his boxers on the floor.

“Of course,” Will replied, before looking at how tiny and adorable and warm Nico looked in Will’s grey hoodie. “Oh, and you can keep my hoodie. You look adorable,” he said, smiling to himself as Nico blushed.

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bluesfortheredj · 5 years

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The front door shuts as Gwilym enters the house and he rushes past the living room door in a blur as he takes two steps at a time and runs upstairs with a grunt.

“Everything alright?” you call up, wondering if he was ill.

“Yeah, yep! All good!” he replies, then you hear a loud bang, “fuck!”

“Gwilym, are you okay?” you ask, slightly worried he’d hurt himself.

“I’m fine! Totally fine,” he calls out, “don’t come up!”

“If you say so...” you trail off, going back into the lounge and resuming your position on the couch.

A few minutes later you see him descending the last few stairs and he gives you a warm smile as he enters the room and sits down next to you with a bounce on the cushion. You naturally turn to the side to bring your legs up onto his lap, and he greets them with a knowing grin as he reaches out and pulls them the rest of the way. His hands rest on your calves as his thumbs stroke the fabric of your jeans lightly, and you both sit there for a moment in blissful silence.

“What did your parents decide to do about your birthday?” he asks casually as his eyes dart from your legs to the television.

“They’re coming over Friday instead of tomorrow. I think this’ll be the first time I haven’t seen them on my actual birthday,” you chuckle, “weird.”

“So I get you all to myself?” he asks, turning his head towards you with a smirk and that glint in his eye that made your thighs twitch.

“Uh-huh,” you nod; the ability to form a coherent response completely abandoning you.

“Perfect,” he whispers, and you melt into the sofa at his response, “what did you want again?”

“Nothing,” you smile, “I’ve got everything I could ever want right here.”

Gwilym blushes a little under your loving gaze and his hands stroke upwards on your jeans, eventually getting to your hands that are resting on your waist, and he pulls you forwards to slide you up onto his lap. Your arms automatically wrap around his shoulders as you rest your face against his neck and inhale his comforting scent that put you into a state of relaxation immediately.

“Is there anything you need that I can get you for your birthday?” Gwil asks.

“Nope,” you smile against his skin, “got everything I need, too.”

“There must be something, surely.”

You lift your head from him reluctantly then place a hand on his chest right over his heart, and let out a light sigh.

“Something straight from here,” you reply.

“Done,” Gwilym grins, placing his hand over yours to lift it to his lips and kiss softly.

After you’ve both eaten and the washing up has been done and put away neatly, you head up to bed for an early night while Gwil stays on the sofa watching some documentary. You kiss the top of his head as he sits on the sofa and take yourself up to bed, getting cosy underneath the covers, and drifting off within minutes of your head hitting the pillow.

Downstairs, Gwilym gets to work making your cake; the questions of what you wanted were a ruse, he’d had everything planned for weeks for your birthday, and the present he’d had to rush upstairs earlier was something he’d been waiting on for a month. He shuts the kitchen door after placing the cake mixture in the oven to try and stop the smell wafting up the stairs and waking you up, then sits himself down at the kitchen table to patiently wait for it to be done.

At around midnight he finally makes his way upstairs and slips into bed next to you, and you instinctively move over towards his warmth in your semi-conscious state. You snuggle your body against his and he gladly wraps his arms around you to get you as close as possible to him.

“Where have you been?” you mumble sleepily.

“Fell asleep watching telly,” he whispers.

“I missed you,” you sigh as you nestle your face into his neck and give him a kiss.

“Missed you too,” he smiles, tightening his grip around you.

You both soon fall asleep together, and you’re the first to wake in the morning as your excitement for the day ahead gets the better of you, waking you way before your alarm. Holding off on getting out of bed until Gwil woke was proving to be a struggle as the first few messages from well wishers filter through on your phone, and you soon give up waiting and jump out of bed ready to start your birthday celebrations.

“Where are you going?” Gwilym asks groggily as he feels the bed shifting.

“Bathroom, then downstairs to get started on the celebrations,” you grin as you turn to face him and his perfectly messy hair that begs for your fingers to run through it, “you look so handsome.”

“Come here birthday girl,” he grins, pushing the covers down a little and opening his arms out wide for you.

You were in no position to decline his offer as you looked at the love that shone from his eyes, and you melt into his chest with a contented sigh, making sure to run one hand through his lush locks as you lay on him.

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he says softly as he kisses your head, “I love you.”

“Love you too, you big softie,” you grin, pressing a kiss to his chest, “now come on, let’s have cake for breakfast… If you’ve got me one of course.”

“Maybe… Maybe not… You’ll have to wait and see,” he smirks.

You rush into the bathroom to get ready and as soon as you’re out, Gwil then goes in while you get dressed in the bedroom.

“Stay up here please!” he calls out before shutting the bathroom door.

You sit down on the bed with a huff as you wait for him to get out of the bathroom, your feet tapping on the floor impatiently while you try and distract yourself by replying to people on your phone.

“Finally!” you sigh as he appears in the doorway.

“Follow me,” he grins, holding his hand out for you to take.

He holds his arm out behind him as he grips your hand and leads you down the stairs then into the kitchen where his home made cake is sitting neatly in a box in the middle of the kitchen table.

“Surprise number one,” he announces, letting go of your hand so you can lift the lid of the box.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, seeing the expertly made birthday cake inside with hearts adorning the top of it and your name in fancy piping, “it’s incredible. I don’t want to cut it!”

“Let me show you surprise number two...” he smiles, leading you into the living room.

He opens the door to reveal the room decorated with balloons, banners, and two beautifully full bouquets of flowers in vases already, and you bring your hands up to cover your mouth in shock at the sight.

“You did all this for me?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, sliding his arm around your shoulders.

You turn in to his chest and bury your face in his shirt as your hands grab at the fabric, and you can’t help a few stray tears falling from your eyes and landing on him.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he panics, hearing your quiet sobs.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you reply, your voice muffled by his shirt, “I’m just really happy, that’s all.”

“Well you’d better dry them tears, else our parents will think I’ve done something drastically wrong,” he smiles, placing his hands on your cheeks and tilting your head up to his.

“But I thought...”

“Surprise number three!” he grins, kissing your nose.

“Oh my goodness, I don’t think I can handle any more!” you laugh through the tears.

“There’s only one more, don’t worry,” he reassures, thinking about that little ring box upstairs.

Hi! Maybe just some good old domestic fluff with Gwilym? I'd be dying to read that

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Rec List #1 Theme: 2018 Favourites

One of my fandom resolutions is to rec more in 2019. I’m going to post rec lists for some of my favourite Nick fics divided up by theme/content/ship or whatever I fancy throughout the year. It seems fitting that my first rec post of 2019 should be my favourite Nick Fics of 2018. If you’re interested in my Harry Potter themed recs, you can find them over on my other blog @writcraft under the tag #writ recs where I’m undertaking the same initiative.

This is by no means an exhaustive list - I’m limiting myself to ten recs per list and it is very difficult, I could have recced many more. I’ve read and enjoyed a whole raft of terrific stories and this rec list is simply based on my personal tastes which may not be everybody else’s cuppa. Please heed the content warnings the author has flagged on AO3 in each case, none of my recs include the content tags.

#1. Ten Track Sophomore Album by @junkshop-disco

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles | 4,228

Nick has always lived in noise, been the cause of a lot of it, but one day a boy writes him into a pop song and the whole world dissolves into static.

It doesn’t happen like that, not that easy, not that linear, but that’s the heart of it, the soul, if these things have such a thing.

My Rec: The Nick fic of 2018 is undoubtedly the final installment of junkshop-disco’s incredible Doodle of a Surface Life but that has quite rightly garnered so many recs by now if any Gryles reader hasn’t yet indulged, run, quick, what are you waiting for? I love DOASL with all of my heart, but I’m also a sucker for angst and I wanted to highlight this equally terrific fic in my rec list. The structure of this story, in which Nick loses his ability to hear music, is so cleverly done. It’s a very skilled writer that can create an entire fic around sound and make it come alive, and junkshop-disco manages it brilliantly. The fic reads like music, even as it describes the absence of it and it’s a stunning piece of writing. If you like your Gryles contemplative and angsty with confident, lyrical prose, this is the one for you. Junkshop-disco has such a terrific way with words I highly recommend reading all the works by this author. Every single one. But when you do make sure you take a moment to stop by this beautiful story and leave it all the love it deserves.

#2. Tell Me It’s The Strongest Shape by @louandhazaf

Nick Grimshaw/Elgar Johnson/Louis Tomlinson | 73,224

Nick and Elgar have it all. They’re famous, successful, and engaged to be married—and sometimes they play with others.

When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship.

They've always invited mates into their bed. It doesn’t ever mean anything. Until… it does.

My Rec: This is such a great exploration of polyamory and the complexities of open relationships, and the author took a great deal of time developing the relationships between the characters and really working on highlighting some of those difficulties. I tend to gravitate towards fanfic where I care deeply about the characters, and although Elgar seems terrific I don’t have the same fannish relationship to him as I do to Nick and Louis so I was curious to know how I would respond to this fic. Basically, the author killed it. I felt such a deep investment in Elgar, Nick and Louis throughout and everything just flew by as I was reading. It’s also really fucking hot. Like, REALLY. Brilliantly done. I loved it.

#3. Let The Boys All Sing And The Boys All Shout For Tomorrow by @lunarrua

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles | 18,429

It's February 1988. Thatcher is in power. There's a new drug sweeping through the clubbing scene. In Manchester, it's the eve of a major protest and a new musical movement. And when Nick finds Harry looking lost outside his favourite chip shop, it's the start of a weekend that will leave an indelible mark on both their lives.

My Rec: I saw the summary for this fic and actually yelled at my screen when it popped into my inbox. Gryles, set in Manchester in the 80s? Hell yes. The fic itself certainly didn’t disappoint, it’s absolutely beautiful. The author writes a well-researched, confident piece and the result is stunning. The atmosphere of the whole story is captivating and you can feel yourself transported to the heady days before the Manchester music scene shifted, the anxieties of the AIDS crisis and the fragility of the relationships formed during that period. The Harry of this fic has a transient quality which evokes the nostalgic reflection on a different time in our not so distant past. A real triumph. I loved this story with my whole heart.

#4. Séjour by @silveredsound

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 6,288

It is so quiet, which should be conducive to concentration, but Nick is bored and listless and lonely. He’s been there for two days and wants to know where the helpful lady is who’ll deliver him a gamine but takes-no-shit housekeeper who he can fall in love with without words. Words are not his friend.

“Where is my Love Actually moment?” he asks the ceramic kitchen sink as he pokes holes in the cover of one of the M&S ready meals he brought over with him.

«≠»

Nick’s got writer's block. Louis is a master of distraction.

My Rec: I’ve loved a number of stories by Silv this year and I was swinging back and forth between this and others, but there’s something about this little fic that has wormed its way into my heart and has taken hold so this is the one I’m choosing. As I said in my earlier reblog rec, this has such lush, evocative prose it perfectly captures the sense of a fleeting summer. There’s a seductive quietness to it, and a lovely unfolding of the story through snippets of tasting notes left by Louis on bottles of wine and Nick feeling a little bit lost and searching for words as he struggles with writer’s block. Two boys find one another in the warmth of a sleepy French town and it’s beautiful. Really wonderfully done.

#5. Fists & Flowers ‘Verse by @jiksax

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles | 1,613 (Make It Worse) and 2,322 (I’ll Do What You Like (If You Stay The Night)

He’s looking at Nick with that soft, terrible look in his eyes, the look that tells Nick the two of them are probably something.

My Rec: If anyone other than Jiksa had told me they were planning an angsty fisting fic series I would have been like umm really? But of course, it’s Jiksa, so naturally I found myself sobbing at the raw, devastating intensity of the story. Jiksa deftly weaves the intensity of the physical act itself into the emotional tumult of Harry and Nick’s relationship in a way that’s incredibly beautiful. A bold, brave, superb piece of hot, confident writing, rich with emotional complexity. Gorgeous.

#6. Constantly on the Cusp by @shiftylinguini

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 6169

It’s 5 in the morning, and Nick’s got an alarm going off, an unexpected bed full of pop star, and a nation to wake up.

It’s far too fucking early for this.

My Rec: UNFFFFF. I love Shifty’s writing. Like, an obsessive amount. I was so thrilled when Shifty started writing Tomlinshaw I didn’t know quite what to do with myself. It’s actually hard to believe this was Shifty’s first Tomlinshaw, because everything about the fic felt like they have been writing them for years. Louis is sleepy, horny and pissed off, Nick is awake, horny and wondering what it all means, and together they have this scorching hot, sexy moment. Nick’s internal monologue gives us so much insight into their relationship and the fic offers a lovely, warm, hopeful moment at the end. Fantastically written and a sexy delight from start to finish. Loved it!

#7. this cookie’s baking by @disgruntledkittenface

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles (Genderswap Femslash) | 8,148

Harry’s eyes flicker between Nick’s eyes and lips. “I just want to be your–”

“Baby,” Nick says softly, cupping Harry’s jaw, “you already are.”

Nick and Harry have a long-overdue conversation.

My Rec: This was the first genderswap Gryles fic I have read and I absolutely loved it. The relationship between Nick and Harry feels so perfectly them and there’s a lovely warmth to the whole story. It’s light and funny but also contains moments of real emotional depth and those first time explorations and the hesitancy of admitting to being something more than friends is handled in such a terrific way. It’s a gorgeous story with wonderful writing and I loved every minute of reading it.

#8. let’s make some new rules by @camiii

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 12,743

A coffee shop, a Christmas party & a fake date to make sure no one gets laid at the end of the night.

My Rec: This was such an enjoyable read. I love camiii’s Tomlinshaw, and seeing this pop up was a wonderful surprise. Barista Louis agrees to be Nick’s fake boyfriend as he pines over an ex that definitely isn’t worth his time, and they become closer in the process. The pace of the story is wonderful, the flirting is brilliant and despite some misunderstandings and Nick’s no good ex trying to fuck things up, the ending is warm and hopeful. A lovely story, full of festive cheer. Thoroughly enjoyable.

#9. I’ll be seeing you by @daretomarvel / renlyne

Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles | 11,481

It’s 2028, and Nick’s bought a house.

My Rec: I love Ren’s writing and this Notebook inspired Gryles is a beautiful treat of a story, in which Nick starts buying little bits for his dream house. It’s hard to believe this story is just over 11,000 words because the world the author creates is so rich, detailed, layered and complex. The relationship between Nick and Harry has all of these gorgeous details and nuggets of history as it grows and develops, seedling-like, into something that might just be everything they’ve both been searching for. It’s a warm, hopeful, beautiful story but as it’s Ren, it manages to still tug at the heartstrings in the best kind of way. I read this again as I was putting my rec list together and did so with a lump in my throat, full of feels for the Nick and Harry of Ren’s universe. Gorgeous writing with bags of emotional intensity. I loved it.

#10. All I’ve ever had are love songs by @candybarrnerd / icarusinflight

Nick Grimshaw/Louis Tomlinson | 21,688

Things are finally coming together for Nick.

Nick is the DJ of his uni's radio stations, and he passively aggressively dedicates a song to Louis.

My Rec: Icarusinflight is another author who was already on my periphery from Harry Potter fandom who wrote their first Tomlinshaw fic this year and I was so thrilled to see them writing in this fandom and I’m very excited about their upcoming 2019 projects which also includes fics featuring the 1D boys in various ship combos. I love uni AUs and I hadn't read one for a while, so this was such a treat. I loved how Louis is sharp, sassy and confident but with niggling insecurities. Harry was so affectionately humorous in this story and Nick’s voice is wonderful. This is a really well-paced, enjoyable story with a hot af first kiss that deserves a mention all of its own. The music references, the tea and the cameos from various 1D members are all terrific and the writing is brilliant. Can’t wait for more from this author this year.

Bonus Rec: I was meant to limit this to just 10 recs but I also wanted to give a quick shout out to @nightwideopen. I’ve said this in previous rec lists before, but I am constantly impressed by the quality of @nightwideopen‘s writing and the way they explore things such as asexuality and gender dysphoria which can be harder to find in a relatively small fandom. I’d particularly rec so far (it’s alright) and i’ve been thinking lots about your mouth from this year, both Tomlinshaw.

#recs #writ recs #gryles #tomlinshaw #rec list 1

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bugheadfamily · 5 years

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🎶Boys and girls of every age

Wouldn't you like to read something great?

Clink the links & you will read

These some fics of Halloween.🎶

Hey Buggies, the song & dance is over (literally), but the fics are still here! Below you’ll find a list of both supernatural/spooky seasonal type fics & Halloween specific ones (marked with a 🎃). After the trick-or-treating is over (but before the candy hangover sets in) get your Halloween fic fix here below the cut!

🎃 10.31.17 by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

On that night, when the veil is at its thinnest, he finds his way home.

body talks by @justcourbeau | NR

Instead of late morning light being his wake up call, Jughead was woken by the horrendous chirp of an alarm clock going off, and, really, that should have been the first sign that something was wrong.

Cooper's Monsters by @cooperandjonesinc | M

In the darkened halls of an abandoned mental hospital Dr. Hal Cooper has been making monsters.Betty, oblivious to her father’s machinations, comes across a horrifying creature. Together can they stop the doctor and free the others?

Curl of Ash by @darknessaroundus | T

Jughead attempts to save a strangers life in Queens one night. Nothing is what it appears to be.

Darkside by @exmachina187, @itsmarscosta | E

Jughead has had centuries to reflect on his life, but none of it had meaning until she came along.

🎃 Dirty Devil by @thesecretfandom | E

Betty and Jughead are celebrating Halloween, but their costumes seem to be interfering with their fun.

Dust & Desire by @darknessaroundus | T

They have a rhythm to their days, the result of having very little company but each other for years now. When Betty wakes from the nap, they eat mac and cheese before they go hunting. A Vampire Slayer AU.

erase & rewind by @sopaloma | M

When a powerful storm hits Riverdale, five students are hit by lightning as they leave school. The result of that storm will change their lives forever, in ways they never could have imagined. A Misfits AU.

🎃 go home people (the party's not over) by Anonymous | T

“It was your dad’s idea,” Betty chirped. “He told my mom that if people were going to stare at us she may as well make it worth her while.” Jughead bit back a sigh. “And she said ‘like what, throw a party’? And he said ‘sure, Alice, the perfect holiday is coming up’.”

🎃 Hollowed Hearts by @kmlefev | T

Betty and Jughead have a pumpkin carving contest.

🎃 Howling by @lovedinapastlife | T

Jughead's working a shift at the Blossom haunted house when he spots a familiar blonde ponytail and decides to try and give her a scare. He ends up smashed in the face, real blood added to his costume. Horrified, Betty tries to make it up to him. She's nervous to finish the house by herself, so Jughead offers to let her work on a few scenes and scares with him until Archie comes back from his break. There's nothing quite like method acting with a childhood crush and best friend when hearts are pounding and limbs are entangled in a ravenous display. Something's building inside of them, a low, penetrating howl.

🎃 I Don't Have a Lot of Friends by @typing123 | M

Joker Jughead and Harley Betty meet at a Halloween Party. It's definitely a treat.

Interview with the Coopers by @typing123 | E

What a perfect little family they make

🎃 It's A Great Pumpkin, Jughead Jones by @alisoncollis | NR

Jughead and Betty go to a pumpkin patch.

i will hang on the hook of your splendour by @jughead-jones/@stark | G

“We have to go up to Woodland House tomorrow,” Betty said, hopping out of the back of the van the night before, dressed in something that she called summer sleepwear and Jughead deemed to be sweet torture. “There has to be a clue there about these abductions.”Mystery Inc AU

🎃 Let the Right One In by @yavannie | T

When Jellybean talks Jughead into going to a Halloween-themed birthday party in Greendale, she does such a good job on his make-up that not even his best friend can tell it's him.

🎃 love is kinda crazy (with a spooky little girl like you) by @whaticameherefor | G

Jughead always thought that falling in love would feel like a punch to the gut. It didn’t, of course. It was more like a punch to the face. Right in the nose, to be exact.

🎃 Magic in the Air by @it-happened-one-starry-night | M

A tale from Riverdale. Betty and Jughead learn something interesting about the earlier inhabitants of their tiny town. Later, they attend a Halloween party together at the Blossom Mansion.

🎃 Movie Night on Elm Street by @bettsc | NR

Jughead Jones finds himself at the Cooper household on Halloween night, and it's not just the scary movies that are giving him goosebumps.

🎃 No Guts No Glory by @thesecretfandom | E

Jughead may have taken their pumpkin carving competition a bit too far, and now it's Betty's job to get the both of them cleaned up.

🎃 Nobody Knows You Now by @bettsc | M

They moved like this for what seemed like hours; neither one relenting to the other; both losing themselves in the intertwining of two souls.

🎃 october 2017 by @elizabethbettscooper | G

“Jug, you’re home!” she glanced up, grinning at him. He nudged off his shoes and started towards her.

“So it seems.” he said, smirking and dropped onto the floor beside her. “What’s up, Betts?”

“Do you have plans tomorrow? I want to go to the pumpkin patch.”

“The… pumpkin patch.” Jughead raised an eyebrow and put his arm across the sofa seat, leaning in to look at Betty’s planner.

🎃 Over the Wall by @typing123 | T

The Over the Garden Wall AU nobody asked for.

Palm Readings and You [AO3] by @soylent-greene | G

Fall AU - In a world where Jason never died and Riverdale never fell into chaos, Jughead and Betty come across a palm-reading who will change their perspectives on life and bring them closer than they ever were before, or ever wanted to be.

🎃 Pumpkin Spice (and all things nice) by @itsindiansummer13 | G

Jughead, Betty, and Halloween through the years.

Seek Forbidden Things by @maeve-of-winter | T

Kevin Keller has gone missing from Riverdale, and it's up to Betty and the rest of the gang to bring him back.

🎃 Self control by @bettyscooperr | NR

Jughead just really hates Halloween

Spirits, Are You There? by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

An abandoned asylum, plus a ouija board, plus Cheryl Blossom? The perfect potion.

strange days by @sopaloma

His sister is missing, his dad is talking to Christmas lights and Betty Cooper needs his help. November 1983 is a strange time for Jughead Jones. A Stranger Things AU.

🎃 The Cooper House by @satelliteinasupernova | T

“Let’s go to a haunted house, Jughead,” Jellybean had said. “It’ll be fun,” she said.

Except, now he was turned around somewhere in a dark hallway; alone. With no source of light nearby, he could barely make out his surroundings. Tentatively, he reached out to use the wall to guide him, taking one step at a time. The surface of the wall was uneven and with each step he felt another notch as his hand moved across one panel of wood to the next. The floor creaked softly under his feet. Here in the dark, it was unnervingly quiet. The only other sound he could hear was of the wind passing through the trees outside the house.

“Hey, JB?” he called out. “Where the hell did you go?”

🎃 The First Halloween Since by @typing123 | G

Single Mom Betty doesn't think she can face Halloween this year. She just wants a quiet night in with her daughter. Jughead's not so sure.

🎃 The Mouse by @typing123 | G

A hungry Jughead is lured into the woods on Halloween by a hungry vampire.

🎃 The One That I Want by @dreamersshouldknowbetter | T

Betty and Jughead meet at a Halloween party where they accidentally form two halves of a couples costume

the strange death of Elizabeth Cooper by @wolfofansbach | T

Betty Cooper, after a long struggle with illness, has passed away. Except--she hasn't, because against all rhyme and reason, she awakens on the coroner's slab, hale and healthy. The illness is gone, and she couldn't be in better condition, to the weeping relief of her friends and family, not least of all her longtime boyfriend, Jughead Jones. No real explanation is forthcoming, but what does it really matter, when Betty is alive? And he can discount the occasional oddity in her behavior. She's been through a lot, after all. Except, as the days go by and the strange happenings pile on, Jughead begins to suspect that whatever it is that crawled out of the grave that day isn't really Betty Cooper.

🎃 the unexpected perks of being a pumpkin by @thetaoofbetty | M

Jughead Jones has a damn good Halloween.

🎃 Things that Go Bump in the Night by @createandconstruct | T

Are sometimes things that also squeal...

Time Honoured Tradition by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency | T

When Cheryl dares Betty to spend some time in the abandoned house across the street she gets a little more than she bargained for.

What Happened on Elm Street by @tory-b | M

When Jughead Jones moves to Riverdale with his family, he uncovers a few mysteries this simple small town has been trying to cover up--specifically the murder that occurred in his house during the late 1950s that was never properly solved. Unable to keep his curiosity away, he teams up with neighbor and fellow mystery lover Betty Cooper to uncover the truth.

🎃 what we pretend to be by @sylwrites | G

It's his little sister's first Halloween, but his parents don't have money for a costume or the time to take her trick-or-treating. The answer to both of these problems comes in the form of his best friend's neighbour.

🎃 What's Your Favourite Scary Movie? by @gellsbellshead | T

Betty Cooper doesn't do scary movies. However maybe she could be persuaded by some cuddling from her boyfriend Jughead. This is a continuation of the fic "Movie Night"

🎃 when things go bump and grind at night by @rainystripe | M

Betty dresses up and Jughead is her slave.

🎃 won't you tell me what you're thinking of? by @flwrpotts | G

Betty enlists Jughead, Reggie, and Archie to help her set up for the annual Riverdale middle school Halloween dance.

Still haven’t satisfied your itch for Halloween fics? Check out our fanfic tag on @buggiebreak! Our Halloween event, Vice and Virtues, is going on and you can find fics posted exclusively to Tumblr there!

#bughead #betty x jughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead fanfic #bughead fic rec #riverdale #betty cooper #jughead jones #halloween #fanfic #fic rec #masterlist #*admin

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johnnys-so · 5 years

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johnny as an office worker

A/N: Literally no one requested this but I started out with a Johnny as a boyfriend post and ended up with this because i love this litle blurb story of tall sloppy johnny as an office worker. So enjoy it you cuties!

ok but imagine how effortlessly glorious johnny would be as an ordinary working man. imagine him escaped from all the glitz and glam and having to rush early morning to get a sitting spot on the metro ride to work just so he can actually get some tasty toast before he has to start working an 8hr day ugh i love

johnny woul be the kind of person who's not exactly known for his conscientiousness or timelineness. but boy does he try. he tries so hard everyday to wake up by the second alarm but it never happens. before he knows it, he's only downed half of his watery tea and he's heading out the door with his tie hung undone on his neck but his work bag in perfect condition (he truly loves his work supplies with vigour)

you're someone who's always witnessing johnny's mad rush to his workplace every morning, although inadvertently. the only thing you two share, is a common commute.

he doesn't even realise that you see him everyday get on the 3rd station from your stop, how you always trail your eyes as he tries to hold on to the overhead railing AND tie his tie all at the same time

he doesn't manage it however.

some days you could care less becaus you can barely keep your eyes open. but on some days, you're fresh and alert and you just find yourself humming along with whatever he's singing. Johnny has this annoying habit of humming the song he's listening to and by god his sweet sweet voice is the best thing about him

ok that's a lie. the nape of his neck is the best thing about him. One time on a very rushed day, you couldn't manage to find a seat with all the bodies pressed between the small capsule of the train. By the time you found a comfortable spot to stand awkwardly in, the doors gushed open and a new crowd spilled into your compartment.

And with the incoming crowd, johnny was pressed flush against you, in all of his unkempt morning glory. But the minute your hands grazed on the railing above, he took a step back, almost bracing his back against the oncoming tide of new travellers. Thankfully, he kept you from getting crushed.

but all you could notice, was the peek of ivory skin from under his shirt. His first top button had come undone and his tie was clutched in his hand above, the smooth silk of blue cascading next to his cheekbone. you didn't know what it was, but you really wanted to push that piece of cloth away from his face.

instead, you turned around and faced the glass of the door

it wasn't like johnny was blind to you either. if he was honest, he managed to get up early on most days, because of his motivation to catch the same train as you. he had managed to miss it sometimes, and he regretted not watching you smiling at kids on the train or humming to yourself as you read a book. he found it eerily calming to watch you so lost in your own world, when the people around you were always in such a rush - to get somewhere. you didn't realise, he thought wistfully, how much you made his morning.

but after the close-contact incident, you had fallen ill with a heavy fever and couldn't make it to your morning commute or to work for the next few days. you didn't think it meant anything at all, until the day you did make it to the train station - albeit, a bit late

And there, standing alone, was johnny. while you were literally running to get to the station on time earlier, you found that your feet had slowed down to a lazy walk. somehow you found yourself ambling to a slow stop, right next to johnny and he didn't know how or what to say but he tried anyway. "A rushed morning for you too?"

he had been aching to hear your voice. just one word, anything. maybe an excuse of a conversation. something was better than nothing. he watched as you let out an embarrassed laugh and nodded in response to his question. "Yeah, just couldn't wake up no matter how I tried," he heard you say.

"trust me, I understand that way too much -" and before he knew it, he was launching into his fumbled morning routinue. How he slept through his third alarm, how his cat had to scratch his ankles to wake him up. How he had nearly put shaving cream on his toothbrush. How his doorman had come looking for him at the wrong time. you didn't understad where all this information came from or how Johnny could talk to you like he had always known you, without even asking for your name.

but you felt yourself slowly slipping into his monologue, reacting appropriately in his pauses, laughing merrily when he slipped into a conversation about his cat.

the train came, you both got on, and the conversation flowed. until, you had to get off at your stops for work. But before the both of you turned away into your respective exits at the train station, Johnny reached out with his hand, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

you extended yours in return, placing your palm against his and admiring his long slender fingers for a quick second before replying, "I look forward to that".

#johnnyday #johnny scenarios #nct scenarios #johnny

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chibinightowl · 6 years

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A Sponge By Any Other Name

As per my usual, I can’t say no to @comebackolivia. I still think she’d have done a better job writing this than me, but when her retort is writer’s block, well... Enjoy some Alfred and Jason bonding over bakery!

~*~*~

“Alfred! Come on, it’s starting!” Jason’s piping young voice echoed down the hall and into the kitchen. “Alfred!”

“Don’t shout, Master Jason!” Alfred called out, placing a plate of cucumber sandwiches onto the tea tray for him and his young charge to enjoy along with the afternoon tea while they watched their show.

“Then what did you just do?” the boy called out.

Cheeky, that was a good word to describe the youth, Alfred decided as he picked up the tray and headed toward the sitting room. Jason was so young and yet so old in many ways, having experienced things growing up on the streets of Gotham that no youth should ever have to brave. When Bruce first brought him home, he thought they would have absolutely nothing in common but, much to everyone’s surprise, Jason had an insatiable love of learning that extended far beyond the classroom and his studies as Batman’s protégé, Robin.

A love that extended into the kitchen. One rainy afternoon, Jason had wandered into the sitting room in time to catch the start of one of Alfred’s favorite programs that he recorded and watched when time permitted, the Great British Bake Off. Alfred had paused it and made another cup of tea for the boy, then they proceeded to watch the show together.

Afterward, Jason had frowned in confusion asked a question that still made him chuckle to this day. “Why do they keep callin’ their cake a sponge? Isn’t that somethin’ to clean the floor with?��

The next day when Jason returned home from school, Alfred proceeded to show his young charge how to make a Victoria sponge cake. More flour ended up on the floor and on Jason than in the bowl at first, but once the cake was assembled and the boy had his first bite, his eyes widened in amazement and a new passion was born.

Baking.

“They’re makin’ bread!” Jason announced when Alfred entered the room, his thick Bowery accent strong as it always was when he was excited. “Like how you do it, with the poundin’ and kneadin’.”

Alfred set the tray down on the coffee table and took a seat beside the boy. He was still underweight and small for his age, even with six months of regular meals and all the snacks he could eat. It didn’t help matters that the physical conditioning he regularly did with Bruce was so strenuous on his body.

“It must be a yeast bread then,” Alfred said, taking a sip of tea from the delicate cup. “It requires some work to form the gluten structure.”

“What’s gluten?”

“Gluten gives a bread its elasticity, which helps it rise and allows it to hold a shape, either from a pan or when the dough is sculpted. It also gives bread its chewy texture.”

The expression on Jason’s face clearly expressed his confusion. “Bread can be sculpted? Yer shittin’ me.”

“That’s a quarter for the swear jar, young man,” Alfred admonished. They were trying to clean up Jason’s language, with mixed success.

Jason scowled, not liking to part ways with his hard earned money from various chores he did around the Manor. “You’re kidding me,” he corrected himself, enunciating properly for once.

“I kid you not. Keep watching and I’m sure you’ll see how it’s done.”

The boy picked up a little sandwich from the plate and started eating, eyes glued to the TV.

Mentally, Alfred added more yeast to his grocery list. He knew what Jason would want to do tomorrow afternoon when he picked him up from school. Dinner rolls were a simple enough dough to start sculpting with.

For now, he let himself relax with a boy who was practically his grandson and enjoyed the bit of quiet time they managed to carve out for themselves. Goodness knows that the calm around here never lasted for long.

~*~*~

Six years later…

Jason shuffled into his safehouse feeling more battered and bruised than usual. It wasn’t exactly uncommon after an Arkham breakout, but then again, he also wasn’t fresh off a bout of the flu. He was tired down to his very bones and only two things sounded good right now. Okay, three, but that was fully dependent on whether he got his ass out of the bathtub where he intended to soak away the chill of the night and the body ache he kept telling himself was from being slammed into a concrete wall and not his fever returning.

Pieces of his uniform were left scattered on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. He’d pick them up later when it didn’t hurt to bend over. Damn ribs, damn muscles, damn body. This was one of those nights where he seriously questioned his life choices.

But what else was there for him?

The hot steam of the shower helped ease the ache in his lungs and he coughed thickly, hacking up phlegm and spitting the thick goop into the drain. Stinging water from the powerful showerhead beat down onto his heavy shoulders and Jason rolled his neck slowly from side to side, one side of it popping to release some of the tension. At this rate, he would fall asleep in the tub.

Screw it, he’d just make a cup of tea and light up one of his aromatherapy candles. Eucalyptus and mint sounded about right. This particular safehouse was more upscale than many of his other ones. Here was where he kept all the things he learned to enjoy while living at the Manor. Most of the time, they were out of sight, out of mind, but whenever he was sick or just wanted to pamper himself, this was where he came.

Making his way out of the bathroom, Jason eyed his torn and stained uniform. Nope, not happening tonight. Shaking his head, he grunted as the living room lurched. “Fuck,” he muttered and padded into the kitchen to start the tea. His throat was starting to hurt again. Hard to believe, but after the last week of doing nothing but sitting around in abject misery, he was getting sick of honey in his tea.

Lemon and ginger and honey. His staples for the flu, as well as a takeout menu for that little Vietnamese place a couple blocks over that delivered. He made good use of it once he was able to tolerate food again.

Tea in hand, Jason turned off the lights and reset his alarm before carefully picking his way across the apartment to his bedroom. The candle was quickly lit, and Jason caught a good whiff of it before his nose decided to clog back up.

Great. Just great. Relapseville, here he comes.

~*~*~

Jason slept solidly for twelve hours. When he woke up, he stretched languidly and took assessment of his various aches and pains. Body ache, check. Stuffed nose, check. Sore throat…not too bad. If anything, it was just dry from all the mouth breathing he’d been doing.

More tea, more soup, and some Netflix sounded like the perfect way to spend his afternoon. Maybe he’d wander out to the pharmacy down the street later to pick up some more cold and flu meds, as well as some more tissue, but for now, he’d pop a couple acetaminophen and call it a win.

All of this involved getting out of bed though and it was with a definite grumble or two that Jason forced his body upright. The room spun a bit, but he waited until it stopped before grabbing his knitted afghan and wrapping it around his shoulders.

It wasn’t until he stood up and reached for his empty mug that he noticed it wasn’t sitting on his nightstand where he’d left it earlier before he passed out. For that matter, his candle had been blown out and the jar lid replaced.

He wasn’t alone.

Or rather, someone had been here who could bypass all his alarms and creep into his bedroom without waking him to clean up after him.

There was only one man who could and would do that. The same man who always seemed to know exactly where all his hideouts were too.

Jason hugged his afghan closer, and slowly made his way across the bedroom to open the door and peered out into the living room.

Bingo. Right on the money.

“Alfred, what are you doing here?” he tried to say, but it was punctuated by a few hard coughs.

The old butler simply turned from where he was stacking a pile of paperback books. “Good afternoon, Master Jason. I thought you sounded a bit under the weather on the communication channels last night and I see I was right.”

Jason sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “And here I thought I was doing a good job of hiding it.”

“Not to those who know how to listen. Now tell me, how long have you been ill?”

“About ten days. Been taking it easy and I’m over the worst of it. I only went out last night because of the all-hands call from Bruce.”

Alfred shook his head and frowned. “And now you’re relapsing from the strain. Have you seen Dr. Thompkins at all?”

“Just for a flu shot a few months ago that is clearly not doing any good.” Jason flopped down onto the sofa and coughed some more. “I’ll be fine, Alfie. Unless the shit hits the fan again tonight, I’m not going anywhere.”

The disapproving look from Alfred said it all, but the old man knew all too well how stubborn they could all be, especially him. “At least you have that much sense, unlike Master Bruce who had to be sedated last month when he tried to patrol while still recovering from his bout with this horrible flu bug going around.”

Jason snickered because that was typical Bruce. “I like to think I’m not that stupid. I plan on going out my second time around in another fiery blaze of glory instead of a smear on the street.”

Alfred’s frown grew, and Jason shot him a grin that was all sharp teeth and broken edges. This was a never ending source of contention between them, his ability to morbidly joke about his first death, but how else was he able to cope with the ghosts and horrors in his head when therapy wasn’t an option? Someone in the merry band of superheroes that protected the world from all the big baddies needed to put up their tights and capes and get a useful degree. He’d gladly spend Bruce’s money to go see them, as long as Bruce wasn’t able to get his hands on those files and learned to respect doctor-patient confidentiality.

Hell would freeze over first, he was sure of it.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” Alfred asked instead, rather than pushing the subject.

“Only if you make one for yourself and tell me more dumb shit that Bruce does when he’s sick.”

The butler cracked a small smile. “I’ll be here well into tomorrow if I were to do that.”

Jason laughed and coughed some more.

While Alfred prepared the tea (Jason was still convinced even after all these years that no one did it better than him, no matter what the blend), he queued up Netflix to find something to put on in the background. As he scrolled around, the title of a baking show caught his attention.

The Great British Baking Show. Was that…? No, it couldn’t be. But Jason did what any son of the Bat would do and clicked on it.

“Holy crap,” he breathed as the familiar opening started playing. Instantly, he paused it and waited for Alfred to return. Memories of afternoons in the Manor kitchen learning how to recreate some of the less complex recipes with an old man who was the closest thing to a grandfather that he’d ever had flooded through him. This show and the time spent baking together had been theirs, something that he’d never had to share with Bruce or Dick. Nostalgic? Yes, but only because Jason had a sudden yearning to return to those simpler times where he still managed to sift more flour onto himself than into the bowl.

The old butler’s face expressed his displeasure of the lack of proper tea cups in the apartment, as well as saucers, when he sat down beside Jason and handed him a mug full of steaming hot tea. “I found green Earl Gray in your cupboard,” Alfred pronounced. “I added a dash of lemon and a wee bit of honey to yours.”

“Thanks,” Jason said, accepting the cup. He nodded over to the TV and hit play. “Look what I just found.”

Alfred’s eyes widened in clear surprise as the show stated playing. “My word, I had no idea it made its way over to this side of the pond.”

“Neither did I,” Jason agreed. “It’s called something a little different, but it looks the same. Do you still watch it on BBC?”

“No,” Alfred replied after a moment. “I stopped after you…left us.” The slight hitch in his voice said it all and Jason felt like a complete and utter tool.

“I can put something else on,” he offered quickly, but Alfred was already shaking his head.

“Please, leave it on. We both enjoyed this show, if I recall.”

Jason let it be and settled in on the sofa, tea in one hand and his hand clutched around his afghan with another. Beside him, Alfred sat as he always did, upright and without a hint of a slouch, as though this was as relaxed as he got. Silence reigned supreme for a few minutes before Alfred frowned slightly. “That will never work. His batter is much too loose.”

Chuckling, Jason raised his mug to his mouth to hide his grin. “Yeah? You think you could do better?”

“Of course. Even you could make a better sponge.”

They shared a glance and Jason knew he was falling for the trap Alfred had just set, but he didn’t care in the slightest. “I dunno. It’s been awhile since I’ve baked anything besides cookies.”

“Then it’s past time you relearned how to make a proper Swiss roll.”

“Can I start with the Victoria sponge? Those are so much easier.”

#chibinightowl writes #Jason Todd #Alfred Pennyworth #Batfamily bonding #over baking #and tea

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tipsyylove · 5 years

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a little change (johnny suh x female reader) part two

hi! can you do a johnny high school bad boy au ? it can be either romantic or angsty but i’d prefer maybe both ?

high school au; angst; fluff; johnny suh; female reader; mature language; hella cliche

wowie look at me being a writer and getting part two out on his birthday

part one

word count: 1.51k

an: this is honestly so cliche hjjfbsjvfj but i hope you enjoy it!

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after lunch, you guys had headed back to school, and had made it on time to get to class.

“thanks for lunch, suh.”

“no problem.” he smiled at you.

"see ya in history!" you waved.

"see ya!" he said, walking away.

it was rather strange that you had caught yourself being so mean to johnny. he seemed fine, but maybe he wasn't. you didn't wanna hurt the man, he seems fragile.

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history class came sooner than you would have liked it to. i mean, sure, you liked the class because johnny was in there, but the class itself sucked. luckily, though, the seat next to johnny was empty again, it almost seemed that he saved it for you.

he wasn’t on his phone, he was just sitting, waiting for class to start. you had walked up to the seat, and sat your stuff down.

“hi (y/n)!” he said, waving at you.

“hi johnny!” you said, waving back

“woah, ms. (y/n) just called me by my first name? that’s crazy.”

you just laughed, and then class started. almost like what happened last time.

“alright class. we’re starting a new project today, and you will be working with someone that i assign you.” your teacher said.

your teacher listed of names of others, but then you heard your name.

“(y/n), you will be working with mr. suh.”

you celebrated in your head.

“yes!” johnny said, under his breath, yet, you had still heard.

“okay class, i highly suggest that you exchange numbers, this is your only project for this quarter, so, you guys should try and actually work as much as you possibly can.” your teacher spoke.

“you know what that means, (y/n).” johnny said, turning to you.

“ugh fine, get your phone out. my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx.” you said.

“okay, so..”

johnny had explained his idea for the project, and had said that you guys should probably start working on it after school, being that the week was almost over.

“yeah, your house or mine?” you asked him.

“is my place okay?” he asked

“yeah, that’s fine.”

the bell rang, and finally, freedom.

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you and johnny had put your stuff that you didn’t need away in your lockers. after that, you guys had met up again, and started walking to his house.

“so, ms. (y/n), have you figured out who the guy who likes you is yet?” johnny asked, starting to walk backwards, and in front of you.

“of course i haven’t. who would like me?”

“him, duh.”

“no shit, sherlock.” you spoke, lightly slapping his arm.

he exaggerated the feeling, and acted like he was just shot.

“how could you hit me, (y/n)? why me?” he had started to exaggerated more, if that was even possible.

you guys had just laughed it off, and continued walking.

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you had finally arrived at his house. it took well over 15 minutes, but you guys had some funny conversations. like, how is it possible for birds to fly, or about the rude people at school, and even crushes.

(flashback sequence)

“so, ms. (y/l/n), do you have a crush on anyone?”

“i mean if i figure out who that one guy is that you keep talking about, then yeah, otherwise, no.” you said.

“interesting.”

(flashback over)

“would you like something to eat, (y/n)?” johnny asked, grabbing your backpack, and setting it down.

“no, but thank you, your majesty.” you said, laughing after.

“suit yourself!” he said, grabbing some strawberries.

you guys headed up to his room after, and sat down on his bed.

“where should we start?” you asked.

“confessions.” johnny said, looking you in the eyes.

“johnny, we have to get started. this is a big proje-”

you were cut off by his lips meeting yours.

you gave in for a while, until he pulled away.

“that guy who likes you, is me. im sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.” johnny said, looking away, and blushing.

“hEY ARE YOU BLUSHING?” you said, referencing earlier today.

“yes, i am.” johnny said, looking into your eyes once again.

“do you promise not to break my heart?”

“i would never do anything to hurt you. i promise.” he said, taking your hand.

the rest of the night went great, and you had actually started on your project.

“bye, (y/n). you sure you don’t wanna stay? my parents aren’t home.” johnny asked, walking you to the door.

“yeah, ill be fine. see you monday !” you said, grabbing your stuff, and waving him goodbye.

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once you had gotten down the street, and back home, you realized that you had gotten a text from an unknown number.

“suh.” you said to yourself.

‘hi, (y/n), it’s johnny.’ sent two mins ago

‘just wondering if maybe you want to go to the carnival tomorrow’ sent two mins ago

‘?’ sent two mins ago

you couldn’t have asked me this when we were working?

‘wE hAve tO aCTuAllY woRK’

haha, well played, suh. what time?

‘ill just pick you up, is that okay?’

yeah, it works perfectly :)

‘okay, see you then. :)’

“did.

johnny.

suh.

just.

ask.

me.

out.

on.

date.”

you spoke out loud, still processing.

“yes, and i agreed.”

you went to bed nearly right after.

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when waking up that morning, you had made sure that you had an alarm set, being that you didn’t want to keep him waiting.

you had gotten immediately in the shower, and made sure it was quick. when getting out of the shower, you saw some texts from johnny.

‘hey, ill pick you up around six pm.’

8:43 am.

you had woken up too early.

at least you now had time to plan out what you were gonna wear.

maybe a skirt, and a t-shirt?

maybe a sun dress?

maybe a jean jacket?

maybe you didn’t have enough time to plan.

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it was now 5:30 pm, you had settled on an outfit, and were now ready to go.

you had decided on wearing the skirt and t-shirt with some black converse.

your hair was up in a messy bun, and your makeup was a neutral look.

you hadn’t eaten since lunch, though, but now you didn’t have time to do so.

soon enough, you heard a knock at your door, and opened it to see a johnny suh, holding a single rose in hand.

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you guys had made it to the carnival pretty quickly. you guys could see all of the amazing rides. but the one that you were most excited for was the ferris wheel.

“well, let’s go.” johnny said, reaching out his hand.

you grabbed it, and let him practically drag you to the nearest ride. you were excited, but you wanted to go on the ferris wheel, too.

“can we go on the ferris wheel at some point later?” you asked johnny.

“anything for you, your majesty.” he spoke.

you laughed at the mention to the first time you two had started talking.

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“do you wanna go on the ferris wheel now?” johnny asked you.

“yeah sure, i forgot my jacket, so i wanna get home sooner.” you said.

“oh, i wanted to take some beach pics after, but i can come back at any time.” he said, scratching the back of his head.

“nonononono, we can take pictures after.”

“yay !”

“let’s just get on the damn wheel.” you said, grabbing his hand.

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you guys were now at the top, and he started taking pictures.

who would have thought that you and johnny suh would be on the top of the ferris wheel, together.

you had been staring at him for a while now. yet, he finally noticed.

the ferris wheel was at a complete stop, with you guys at the top.

“can i help you, ms. (y/l/n)?” he asked.

you didn’t respond, all you wanted to do was kiss his beautiful lips. so that’s exactly what you did.

he gave in, and admired your lips on his. he rested his hand on your cheek for a while, but soon pulled away, realizing that the ferris wheel had started moving down.

you both now were in a deep blush, and were looking at the scenery on your sides.

“beach time.” johnny said looking at you, suddenly.

“beach time.” you said back.

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you guys had quickly gotten off of the ferris wheel, and started heading towards the beach. the sun was now setting, and made everything look amazing, especially johnny.

he started taking pictures, and you decided to capture the moment in a video.

you pressed ‘record’ on your phone, and captured him looking back at his photos.

“god, i love you.” you said, quietly.

you stopped recording, and put your phone back in your pocket.

“okay, we can go now.” he said, smiling at you, and grabbing your hand.

he walked you back to the car, and you got in, recapping everything.

“tonight was fun. we should do it again, maybe when it’s not so cold.” he said to you.

“i’d like that.” you said, before he started the car, and started to drive you home.

“you’ve changed me for the better, johnny.” you said, drifting to sleep.

#nct scenario #nct johnny #nct fluff #nct angst #nct au #johnny angst #johnny fluff #a little change

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brooklynnine-boooone · 6 years

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Cutesy Peraltiago sickfic

There aren't enough sickfics out there and they make me so happy.

9pm

"You look tired babes, go up to bed." Amy looked up to her husband's pale, lifeless face. She was concerned that something wasn't right, but also knew that he'd been working a tough case with Rosa and was up late working.

"I feel kinda icky, I guess I could do with an early one." Jake felt terrible. He couldn't keep up with Rosa earlier and had barely touched his dinner.

1am

Jake jumped out of their shared bed and bolted to the bathroom. Bile rose up his throat and he was sweating.

He barely made it in time. The small amount of food and stomach acid filled the toilet bowl.

Jake hadn't vomited since the halloween incident 2 years ago. He usually had a strong stomach and went on all the rides at the fair.

Once he had finished spewing his stomach contents all over the bathroom he fell to the ground. The cold floor felt amazing.

"Amesss, Ames, Amy?" He wearily called out for her.

Amy woke up quickly to the sound of her name and jumped up. She noticed Jake's half of the bed was sweaty and hot.

When she walked into the room she panicked. She'd never seen Jake so pale. She didn't have time to freak out as she was a strong willed woman who knew what to do.

She wiped the dribbly sick off Jake's chin with a tissue and took off his pyjama top.

"Amyyyyy"

"Yes?"

"Let's have sex"

"Not now, when you're better," Amy looked into his huge brown eyes. She wasn't used to seeing Jake helpless. Recently he'd become a lot more independent and was even learning to cook and do housework.

"Promise?" Jake looked like a tiny, innocent, man-sized, child. Amy nodded.

"I'll be back in a sec," as Amy left Jake sat on the bathroom floor, she looked at him and realised that he was the best thing that could ever happen to her.

Obviously, Amy was well prepared for an incident like this one. She had a whole binder of illnesses and what to do when someone gets sick.

She got out her first aid box and took out the thermometer, and some rehydration powder.

She added the powder to a glass of water and picked up the bucket used for cleaning.

"Here babe, drink this."

"Eww it's yucky," Amy knew he would resist, but he'd do anything for her, just to make her happy.

"I know Jakey, but drink it in small parts so it doesn't hurt your stomach."

Amy helped Jake off the bathroom floor, and put him back to bed. She put a thinner blanket over him so he wasn't too hot.

She put the thermometer in his ear, he didn't resist, just looked up to her and smiled.

"102.6 (39.2°C) You're pretty sick Jakey, I won't wake you up tomorrow morning and I'll call Holt first thing."

"I love you so much Amy," Jake told her.

"You'd do the same for me." Replied Amy softly.

3:30am

Jake woke to bile in his mouth and all on his pillow. Luckily he was facing outwards so Amy didn't notice.

He grabbed the red bucket and threw up. There was nothing left to throw up so his body continued to retch. It made him hurt so he groaned in pain.

Amy woke up, hearing Jake in pain. She rubbed his back and got a fresh pillowcase, telling him to drink some more water.

Jake fell back to sleep immediately. Amy picked up the bucket, cleaned it in the bath (it didn't fit in the sink) and placed it back next to her sleeping husband.

6:30am

Amy shut off her alarm quickly to not wake Jake. She was exhausted from looking after him, but powered through. The best cops were doing a training session and she had to be there.

Jake didn't even stir. She checked his temperature again as he slept.

101.3 (38.5), so he was cooling down.

7:10am

Jake slowly woke up. He tossed and turned and remembered what had happened last night.

He got up and went into the kitchen.

"Hey baby, how are you feeling? Made me freak out last night."

"Me too."

They locked eyes Ann's Amy kissed him on the forehead. It was warm and clammy.

"Have fun at work, Ames. I can finally catch up on those shows I said I'd watch."

"Love you Jakey."

Jake was feeling tired and groggy, but was able to watch a few episodes before drifting off.

The next thing he knew Amy had cone home and was snuggling next to him in bed.

She had brought home some Lucozade and white bread, usually forbidden goods in the santiago home.

She made him some dry toast and he smiled. According to him, he had the best girlfriend ever, and nobody was going to change his mind.

He had the next day off too ("48 after the last time you were sick!").

After 2 days off of work, he came back and received (unwanted) hugs from Charles and a small nod from Rosa.

This is my first fic. If you liked it let me know and I'd appreciate any feedback, even anonymous.

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #jacob peralta #amy santiago #jake x amy #amy x jake #sick #sickfic #cute #b99 fic #ellie loves b99 #b99 spoilers #vomit warning

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frenchcirce · 6 years

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Possession- Chapter 5

I swore that Possession would be finished at the end of June. Obviously we're in July. Which was supposed to be dedicated to another story. But my brain doesn't like to play by the rules, so here we are. Enjoy another update!

3 days prior- 10 AM

"You say you were attacked?" Ayako cried, alarmed by the news Mai was sharing.

Mai shook her head and resumed her walking toward the shinkan. "That wasn't really an attack, just some shaking furniture and the door moving by itself," she explained to her roommates. "I just went out and it stopped after a little while. It didn't cause any damage."

"You really have the worst of luck," Ayako sighed. "The moment we leave your side you get into trouble! It is a relief you didn't get hurt."

"The manifestations have been pretty harmless up to know, I don't think Mai was in any danger," Masako remarked.

The miko huffed in response."This is exactly the way of thinking that can get you injured," she said snidely.

The medium pursed her lips, vexed, and opened her mouth to retort something probably scathing. But Mai adroitly prevented the upcoming argument by changing subjects.

"It is over, no need to fret over it," she dismissed. "That's not the reason why I came anyway. I wanted to find you to tell you that we have the day off. Courtesy of our boss."

The announcement garnered the full attention of her audience.

"Really? You should have said so earlier! Let's try another one of those outdoor baths," Ayako proposed, her good mood miraculously recovered.

Mai laughed at the priestess' eagerness to ditch work. Masako, on the other hand, reacted more cautiously. "I won't certainly complain but... I would have thought Naru would ask us to take action since the spirit started to manifest itself."

Mai nodded, her friend's opinion echoing her own thoughts exactly. "Yeah, I was surprised too. Neither he nor Lin seemed to find this morning's display worrying. I expected them to request an exorcism in the very least, now that we have proof the haunting is real."

"Who cares?" Ayako shrugged. "You know very well Naru's the type to keep his reasoning to himself. I trust his judgement, he probably has something up his sleeve. Just enjoy a paid day of vacation while you can!"

"Yeah, you may be right…"

"I always am," the priestess declared sententiously, missing Masako rolling her eyes. "You need to relax these exams must have really worked up your nerves, you've been on edge since the beginning of this case."

Mai slowed her steps unconsciously, shocked by the realization that what the priestess had just said was true. Well, she wasn't exactly on edge, but she hadn't been able to shake away a feeling of unrest. The surroundings of the ryokan were paradisiac, yet their beauty was tainted by an unexplainable melancholy. Like a bitter aftertaste after too much sweetness.

But it was just because of the stress of her exams, right?

"I know exactly what we need to unwind!" Ayako suddenly exclaimed. She paused a few moments for effect before explaining her grand idea to the girls.

"What about we go on a trip for the day? I heard there is a village worth visiting down in the valley. Takigawa could drive us there, if I tell him it's for Mai's benefit I'm sure he'll agree. Let's invite the guys, what do you say?"

"I say that it's called taking advantage of someone's kindness," Mai laughed, thinking about the monk having to do Ayako's biding. "But I'm sure it could be fun. Masako?"

The young medium nodded and Ayako wasted no time putting her plan into motion.

"We're done touring the property already, so let's ask them if they're interested."

"How did it go by the way?" Mai asked. "Sensed anything out of the ordinary?"

Masako shook her head. "Nothing on my part. The place is beautiful, well-kempt and peaceful."

"I got the same feeling. The trees are healthy, and nothing is disturbing their rest. Only the shinkan seems affected. That clearly proves it's an earth bound spirit," Ayako declared confidently.

Masako hid her laughter behind her sleeve while Mai had to bit her lip hard enough to hurt to prevent her mirth from showing.

"What?" the susceptible priestess asked, squinting at the two girls in irritation.

"No-Nothing," Mai tried.

The glare intensified and Mai hastily diverted Ayako's attention with another topic.

"Speaking of work, care to tell me why you two didn't wake me up this morning?"

"Oh, that?" Ayako shrugged, already forgetting her anger. "Naru asked us yesterday to let you sleep. Since you seemed tired we thought it was a good idea. But, to be honest, touring the property was more like a morning stroll than actual work!"

So Naru hadn't lied earlier! But why had he requested such a thing? He wasn't one to let his employees spend their time idly. Mai voiced her astonishment out loud.

"Do you think he had an ulterior motive?" Masako enquired. "Although I found his request odd I assumed it was out of concern for you."

"Or he simply wanted you to have one of those dreams," Ayako suggested. "To be blunt your presence wasn't exactly indispensable here, so it was better for you to rest anyway. Oh, miss Akiyama, hello!" the priestess greeted when she took sight of the manager coming toward them in small, hurried strides.

The lady greeted them back politely, but Mai couldn't help but notice how strained the manager's smile was, and how preoccupied she looked. She hoped it wasn't related to the spirit wreaking havoc in the shinkan earlier.

"I was in search for Mr Shibuya, are you by chance aware of his whereabouts?"

"He is probably keeping watch in base. Is there something we can help you with?" Masako offered, noticing the manager's unrest.

The lady sighed sadly. "There is indeed. Could you inform him that the interview with my mother is regretfully cancelled? Her condition has unexpectedly worsened this morning, and she is no state to answer his questions."

Mai gasped at the news.

"Oh no! That is terrible! I had no idea it was so serious. Will she be all right?" "We are really sorry to hear that," Masako added. "We wish her a prompt recovery."

"Thank you." The manager smiled gratefully, touched by their sincere concern. "Her life isn't in danger, despite being almost ninety my mother has always been strong and healthy. But since my father's death…" she shook her head in desolation. "She is plagued with headaches and her strength is following ups and downs. She was recovering well until today, so I thought she had overcome her sadness." She sighed. "This relapse tells me her grief was deeper than I imagined."

A heavy silence fell upon the little group. Ayako was the first to recover.

"We will inform Shibuya that the interview is cancelled until further notice," she assured their client. "Don't worry about it. I am sure you have more pressing matters to attend at the moment than searching for our boss."

"Thank you," the manager bowed, relief evident on her features. "I am indeed very busy, it is a great help. Now I am sorry but I must go back to my duties."

The girls expressed their understanding, reiterated their best wishes for Mrs Akiyama's health and the manager left to welcome some important customer.

"This is so sad," Mai murmured, gaze lost in the distance. "I'm sure Mrs Akiyama loved her husband very much. She must miss him terribly."

"Yeah," Ayako agreed. "I can't imagine losing someone after spending such a long time with them." After a moment she added more lightly, "I can't imagine living together with anyone for so long though. I would probably shorten my husband's life by strangling him at some point."

A teasing grin bloomed on Mai's previously pensive face.

"Oh really? Do you have a potential husband in mind to say something like that? Seems like you do…"

Ayako flushed crimson.

"What- what are you talking about," she spluttered. "I didn't think of anyone in particular."

"I wonder who it is..." Mai ignored the priestess deliberately, a smug, knowing smirk on her lips.

"Masako," Ayako called, glowering at the medium who was hiding her own grin behind her yukata's sleeve, "we're going to plan the trip I was talking about. Mai, you go tell Naru about his cancelled appointment. Let's meet in our room in an hour."

The flustered priestess dragged Masako away, leaving a laughing Mai resume her walk toward the shinkan.

She entered the base after a few minutes, surprised to find it empty. She then recalled that Lin had sent Naru to their room earlier, so she veered her steps toward the boy's bedroom.

As she was coming closer to the shoji door she heard muffled voices. She stopped and strained her ears, frowning. They sounded like they were having an argument.

… temperature drop in her room… can't be related to…

… natural cause… I stand by my first hypothesis…

what about your… you know it's dangerous… shouldn't have…

... I did what was necessary… couldn't let her…

"Suit yourself. I'm going to analyse the data once more."

Mai recoiled from the door which Lin had opened with a little more force than necessary. He glanced down at her, muttered a "if you will excuse me" and left to go back to his beloved monitors.

Mai passed the threshold and cleared her throat loudly to signal her presence to her grumpy boss.

"Naru, can I come in?"

"Mai?" Her boss sounded surprised.

"Yes, it's me. I, hum, I have a message from miss Akiyama."

She heard a shuffle and Naru came the next second. His complexion was paler than usual and he features were drawn. Mai wondered if he was unwell.

"What is it?" he demanded bluntly, ignoring her concerned stare.

"Geez, you could use some manners," Mai muttered. "She wanted to let you know that her mother wasn't feeling well enough to attend the interview, apparently she fell ill this morning."

A flicker of interest passed in his eyes. Was it her imagination, or was Naru actually pleased by the news?

"I see. Tell the others they can have tomorrow free, too."

"What? But-"

"Mai."

Her mouth clamped shut at the piercing gaze Naru was sending her. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and she stood rooted in her spot like a deer caught in headlights.

The proximity, the intensity of his gaze, this was too close to what happened in her dream. She closed her eyes, vainly trying to repress the onslaught of memories featuring a very naked Naru.

"Are you certain you have nothing else to tell me?"

His voice was smooth like silk, and he was now close enough for her to smell his soap. She gulped, her throat painfully tight, her heart hammering in her chest.

He wasn't going to kiss her, was he?

"Aa- N- No?" she stammered.

Naru leaned in, his head coming closer in slow motion. Mai stopped thinking, her breath suspended to his slow, deliberate movement.

A stinging pain on her forehead broke the spell.

"If you say so."

Mai's hands flew to where he had flicked her forehead. She was gaping at him, mouth inelegantly open and probably as red as an overcooked lobster.

Naru, on the other hand, had the nerve to smirk.

"If that is all, you can leave."

Mai hadn't even finished processing what happened when she found herself in the hallway facing a closed door.

She blinked, before realization dawned upon her that Naru had purely and simply thrown her out.

She raised a vengeful fist to the door, muttering curses under her breath and went to her own room to wait for her coworkers.

If she had paid more attention, she would have noticed that Naru's tiredness wasn't natural. But all she could think then was how infuriatingly attractive her narcissistic boss was.

AN: I think this will need to more chapters to be complete. I'll try to update next month, stay tuned :)

#GH fanfiction #Possession #chap 5

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