#also I'm probably going to be finishing the prompts off counter for a while

[artsysurvivor]

[Image ID: Morgarath, with white hair and dark eyes, and wearing black armor with a tunic over it containing a yellow lightning bolt, is on a balcony. The camera is underneath the balcony facing upward, allowing the viewer to see wargals who are carrying maces, axes, and swords. The lighting is coming from the windows of his castle, lighting up the stones that make it up. Dark clouds surround the top of it. Everything besides what the window light touches—the back of Morgarath and some of the middle stones— is heavily shaded. /End ID]

[alphabetboyluvr]

PALLADIUM - MYG

title credit: palladium- greyson chance

pairing: dilf!yoongi x reader // friends to lovers, slowburn, eventual smut

synopsis:

min yoongi is urgent.  in the way he bites his nails down to the bed, and the way his sore fingers type out desperate sentences just minutes before deadlines, he is urgent. how he prepares jaehyun’s day bag before grandma comes by, and how he double checks everything is packed, he is urgent.  the requests for you to watch over jaehyun each and every deadline day are, always, predictably, urgent. but the way min yoongi falls in love with you is slow. gradual. tepid. until, like everything with min yoongi, it becomes urgent.  

wordcount: 3.2K

note from holly: this was a prompt from a winner of one of my kofi quizzes! was supposed to be a drabble but now we are looking at a lil three parter. no smut in this part, just setting up our dynamics <3 yoongi is a boy dad! idc! argue with the wall!!!!

PART TWO // PART THREE

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't urgent," Yoongi pleads across the bakery counter. Nails bitten down to the bed, he's got bags underneath his eyes. Hasn't been sleeping well these days. Hasn't really been sleeping at all.

"I told you last time—"

"I know, I know," he sighs, pushing off of the countertop and pacing a few steps away, raking a stressed palm through his long, dark hair. Dishevelled, he hasn't had it cut in a while. You'll never tell him, but you think it looks better this way. "Look, it's the last time. I promise. I just really fucked it this time."

With a raised brow, you fold your arms over your chest. The apron beneath you bunches a little awkwardly, but you've never cared much for composure around Yoongi. Have simply known him too long and seen him through too many clumsy stages of life to be bothered. 

Tipping your head back, you exhale a sharp breath from the very depths of your lungs. 

"You are so lucky Jaehyun is an angel baby," you eventually say, shaking your head as you reluctantly agree. "What time do you need me?"

"Deadline is at midnight," Yoongi says, "So whenever you can get to mine, really. Mum has him till seven, but then she's got Bitch'n'Stitch—"

"Hey," you scold. "My mum goes to that knitting group, too."

"I'm not calling her a bitch—but I've heard their conversations," Yoongi reminds you. He swears they don't actually do any knitting (as if they haven't handmade half of Jaehyun's closet). Thinks they spend the entire time gossiping. And while yes, they do do a lot of gossiping, they can multitask. Unlike him, apparently. "But fine. She has her knitting group at seven."

Yoongi will never simply call it a knitting group, if he can help it. 

Bitch'n'Stitch is his go-to, but he's also partial to Stitching Hour. 

Last week, you'd just gone on a rant about how it's inappropriate to insinuate that all women of a certain age from your small town are witches—"Women used to get burned at the stake, Yoongi. Burned!"—so he knows better than to say it out loud today, even if it makes him laugh whenever he thinks about them knitting on broomsticks.

"I'll probably be outta here at just gone six," you tell him. 

It's the late shift, so you're responsible for closing and cleaning up, but after two years of part-time work alongside your studies, you're a dab hand. Can action off every item on the to-do list in record time, and to a standard even your boss can't achieve. 

You're wasted on a small town like this, but someone's gotta do it. 

"That's fine," Yoongi nods. "I just need to straighten this essay out and get my citations done. You can go as soon as I'm finished—and hey, you can order takeout. I'll pay."

Knowing Yoongi, he's probably surviving on instant noodles, and spending all of his money on Red Bull and Jaehyun's meticulously planned diet. 

Jaehyun's been off formula for about two months, now, and Yoongi is terrified of feeding him the wrong thing. By the looks of his slightly skinnier-than-usual frame, he's the one in need of a good meal.

And so, as you're doing your final tasks of the day, you don't bin the breads that need to be chucked. Instead, you bag them up. All of them. The pastries, too. Will just have to hope Yoongi has freezer space.

By the time you make it home, you've only got ten minutes to spare for a quick shower before you need to rush to Yoongi's. You'll be a little after seven, but it's fine. You've resigned yourself to staying at Yoongi's until midnight, now. 

It's how it usually goes. 

He'll work up until his deadline, rewriting and revising paragraphs that are perfectly fine and need no alterations. His own worst critic, you know that he really doesn't need to stress himself out like this.

Still, he does. You think he'll always be this way—at least, he was in high school, and he remains to be this way, even in university. Too much of a habit has been formed. It's ingrained in the ridges of his brain. Pink and permanent—just like the pout on his lips as he opens his apartment door for you later that evening.

Forearm tucked under Jaehyun's pudgy thighs, Yoongi cradles his son into his side, as a look of relief relaxes onto his face. It's a stark reminder of why Yoongi stresses himself out so much. 

You can afford to make mistakes. The only person you have to answer to is yourself.

Yoongi doesn't have that luxury anymore. Hasn't done for a while, now. Won't ever get it again—or at least, not for another seventeen years.

"Hey," he whispers, then casts his eyes down to Jaehyun's sleepy head. Nestling into Yoongi's shoulder, Jaehyun's dark hair now has a little length to it. Much like his own, Yoongi is refusing to cut it. Another thing he's scared of getting wrong. 

The subtle nod Yoongi gestures towards Jaehyun is a request for you to be quiet. 

You're familiar with his paternal habits by now; the behaviours he exhibits only when he's wearing his invisible 'Dad' hat.

He tucks back against the door, letting you walk on through and into his apartment.

Shoes off by the door, Yoongi locks up as you shake off your jacket, and hook it on the empty peg in the middle of the rack.

Small and a little dark, Yoongi hates his home. Is strapped for cash, so turned the open plan kitchen and sitting room into a studio-type set-up. Has his bed where a sofa should be, and manages to cram everything somewhere. His desk, his small keyboard, his clothing rail that he really needs to reorganise. A bunch of his things are in storage. 

Jaehyun's room is what once was Yoongi's. It's got the most natural light, thanks to the window placement, not that it matters at this time of night. The curtains are drawn, playmat full of yellows and oranges scattered across the floor. Beside it, is Yoongi's laptop. The screensaver is running, and it's pretty obvious he'd been playing with the little toy octopus sprawled across the keyboard instead, when you had arrived.

"Bit late for nap time?" You question quietly as you pop your phone on the charging pad Yoongi keeps on the dresser.

Nodding, Yoongi gently rests his son down in his crib. These past couple of days, everything has been a little out of sync. He feels guilty—like he's failing—but the pressures he's been putting on himself are just getting far too great. He's doing the best he can, but it always feels like it's not enough.

But Jaehyun is loved, and sheltered, and provided for. Yoongi is doing all he can. He just still isn't sure he knows how to be a dad.

Which is silly, because as you watch him stroke across the dark hair that sits flat to Jaehyun's scalp, quietly monitoring his condition, you think that Yoongi was made for this. Is far more paternal than you are maternal.

Truth be told, you don't like kids all that much.

Your idea of a fun evening doesn't typically involve hanging out with an infant, and yet you'll do it for Yoongi. Of course, you will. Have known him for too long and have been through too much with him to not help him.

Plus, you really do adore Jaehyun. Sweet as can be when he sleeps, he really does look just like Yoongi at that age—or so you gather from the baby pictures you've seen a dozen times over at his parents' place. It's easier to count which features they don't share. Saves ever needing to do a paternity test, not that Yoongi would do one anyway.

Jaehyun is his kid. A little bit of DNA wouldn't change this fact, not in his eyes.

It worries you. Not because you think Yoongi isn't his father—again, they're too alike to not be related—but in case his mother decides she wants to play an active role in Jaehyun's life. You fear that the 1% of doubt could come true and tear any legal right away from Yoongi. You're not really sure how the courts would work it all out, but you doubt they'd side with him. 

Yoongi was never meant to be a father. Not now, at least. The outcome of a one-night-stand, Jaehyun's biological mother didn't realise she was pregnant until it was too late. Had no real choice in the matter. Was also nearing the end of her tenure in law school. A kid was not—and remains to not be—a part of her plan. 

You know the documents were signed. Legal rights, shit like that. Know that she must have an understanding of the law far greater than Yoongi. Just hope she hasn't done anything that will fuck him over in the future.

Still, it's not a topic of conversation Yoongi likes indulging in, and so you don't push, no matter how much you'd like to know the details. 

"Let him sleep," Yoongi eventually sighs, before sinking down to lie on the rug. "Better he rests while I'm working—and plus, he slept through till five-thirty this morning."

"Till sunrise?" You chirp, a little surprised but conscious of keeping your voice down. 

Yoongi nods, face rubbing against the carpet. "He's basically a teenager."

Rolling your eyes, you reach down for his wrist to drag him to his feet. He's got an essay to finish. 

"Shut up," you smile. "You've barely stopped being a teenager."

Sometimes, it makes you a little sad to think that Yoongi is missing out on his early twenties—but then you glance across to Jaehyun and know that he's not missing anything. Just experiencing different things. That's all. 

"Don't remind me," he grunts, lamely getting to his feet, letting you pull him down the hallway as you swipe the baby monitor that lives next to the charging pad. You'll come back for your phone later. 

"C'mon, gotta finish your essay. Can't be a DILF unless you get this degree."

"Untrue."

"You'll just be a D without a good job," you tell him. "DILF's are always suited up."

"That's simply not true," he doubles down. "I've been told I'm a DILF at least, like, six times. Maybe more."

Definitely more. If he knew the way girls on campus spoke about him? God, his head would be so big he wouldn't be able to walk through doors.

But for now, you shoo him back through Jaehyun's bedroom door and to his sitting room-come-bedroom. The apartment isn't large. A baby monitor isn't needed, yet one is set up by Yoongi's bed, regardless. 

And so, as Yoongi knuckles down with his work, you flop onto his bed, and take prime babysitting position—though you're pretty sure you'd get fired if you ever got under anyone else's sheets on the job.

But it's late, and you've worked a long shift. You're only gonna rest your eyes for a moment. A second. A fraction of one, even. Just to hydrate them a little. Replenish your—

You're out like a light.

The curse of Min Yoongi's bedsheets. You really should have known better. It happens every damn time. You know this. He knows this. 

Yet when he eventually wakes you, neither of you mention it.

"Hey," Yoongi mumbles as he gently nudges your sleepy body. Flopping down beside you on top of the duvet, his exhausted eyes close instantaneously. 

"I'm going, I'm going," you grumble into his duvet, half asleep but knowing that you should go and check on Jaehyun. 

The baby monitor hasn't made any noise to wake you, and Yoongi's just been with him for the last twenty minutes, quietly watching on as he slept. Is pretty confident he's gonna sleep through again tonight. 

Reaching out to pat you down, Yoongi doesn't really acknowledge the way he accidentally taps your ass. Nor do you. Just sort of pretend that he didn't. Pretend that it didn't make your heart race a little.

"S'fine," he says, voice muffled by his need for rest. "He's still sleeping. Just checked on him."

"Sure?"

"Mhm," Yoongi nods, the sound of his hair smooth against his sheets. "You gonna crash here?"

"You all done?" You question right back. Shuffle, and his hand lazily moves with you. His wrist now rests on your hip, and you both pretend like it's normal.

"All done," he confirms. "Was late, so I've lost ten percent, but whatever."

For someone who stresses himself out as much as Yoongi does over his grades, as soon as he's hit the submission button, he just ceases to care. Has a 'what'll be, will be' attitude towards it all. Part of you wishes he would adopt that mentality when he's actually writing his essays.

What you don't realise is that it manifests from the same fear. 

He panics and panics and panics before a deadline—and then is so worried about his grade that he just pretends like they don't exist.

Too sleepy to care at this moment in time, Yoongi's placement of his wrist on your hip becomes more intentional. Deliberate. 

It's not like you're a stranger to the weight of Yoongi's arms draped over your body. Not like it's the first time—it's just every time it does happen, you swear it'll be the last.

It never is.

And it's not like it's anything illicit. Not anything you shouldn't be doing. Nothing that takes you beyond the realms of friendship—but it does threaten the integrity of your oldest connection to another human outside of familial ties. 

So every time Yoongi gets a little too close, or you find yourself lingering a little long on his words, you tell yourself to stop. That this is just a symptom of the dry spell you've been going through.

"Are you staying here tonight?" He asks.

Again, it wouldn't be the first time. Have been having sleepovers with him since you were kids. Ghost stories, midnight feasts. Sneaking out to the park to find UFOs and stopping by the corner shop for snacks. 

Once high school hit, it was deemed unwise by your parents. Open door policy. 

You'd been furious. Outraged that your privacy was being taken from you, and being told it was for your own good.

And so sneaking out the park became sneaking in windows; films watched with headphones on, dinner eaten in your bedroom under the guise of a melodramatic teenage strop, but actually shared with the boy from two doors down who knew better than to deceive your parents.

All innocent. Nothing that required a closed door. Those escapades were saved for—or wasted on—other people. Either, or. Neither you nor Yoongi gave it much thought. Why would you?

Friends, is what you were. What you are. What you always have been.

Which begs the question: why the fuck is Yoongi looking at you like that?

But then the wrist of Yoongi's resting on your hip becomes his hand. The grip becomes intentional. The stillness of your body comes not from tiredness, but from trepidation. 

"Do you want me to?" 

"It's late," he husks, thumb stroking against your hip as if that's what friends do. "You're off tomorrow, right? Don't need to go home?"

"Right."

"Well, then stay," he shrugs, loosening his grip to roll onto his back. The ceiling is far less interesting than you are, but he has to stop looking at your lips and wondering if they taste like the strawberry lip balm you'd tossed on the side cabinet earlier. "Makes sense."

"Stay?" You question as if he still needs to clearly outline that, yes, he'd like you to stay. "And do what?"

"Sleep," he dryly replies, because it's the obvious answer. Because it's what you should do. You're tired. He's tired. Jaehyun is asleep in the next room over.

"Sleep," you nod. "Sounds good."

Domestication becomes you in times like these. A toothbrush sits in an old glass on the top shelf of Yoongi's mirrored bathroom cabinet. The rest of the shelves are pretty much empty, but he always puts it up there. Says it annoys him anywhere else.

"Surely it's more annoying having to get it down for me every time I crash here?" You banter with him as you lean against the back wall of his bathroom, waiting for him to retrieve it. 

Plucking it from the glass, Yoongi is swift with his movements, and the way he wets the brush, puts a pearl of toothpaste on the bristles, then hands it back over to you.

"Doesn't bother me," he shrugs, turning back around to shut the cabinet. When he does, he's greeted with your eyes in the mirror, and a feeling in his stomach that should bother him. 

See, the D in Yoongi's DILF actually stands for dependable (although occasionally dickhead also fits). He likes being asked to do things. Likes being helpful. Useful. Knows that he depends on you far more than you do him, and so he does this to settle the score. 

You help him pass his exams, and he helps you keep good dental hygiene habits. A win-win situation. 

Leaving you to finish washing up, Yoongi does the final checks of his apartment. Bolts the door. Turns out the lights. Makes sure Jaehyun's day bag is packed for tomorrow with his Grandma. Adds the day's clothes to the laundry pile. Stands in the doorframe of Jaehyun's room to just simply watch his son exist for a little while longer. 

He loses track of time doing this. It's a nightly routine, so you think he'd get used to it, but he never does. Still can't fully comprehend that a living, breathing creature relies on him for basic survival. 

Sure, he hides your toothbrush away, and puts things out of reach for you just to get you asking him for help, but this is different. He cares about nothing more than making sure Jaehyun is surrounded by abundance: love, shelter, food. Everything the world has to offer, Yoongi wants for his son—and that's why he's working so damn hard to make sure it happens.

There's a tenderness to how Yoongi strokes your back when you stand beside him. He's far gentler than he used to be. Benevolent with age. Isn't the same kid who used to chase you around his parent's yard with a worm in one hand, and a pile of mud in the other. 

"C'mon," you whisper, walking away because you know you need to break the contact. "Let's rest."

Yoongi nods. Is slow as he tears his gaze from his son, but just as stoic as he watches you saunter down the hallway and into your bedroom for the night. His bedroom.

You slip out of sight, just in time for Yoongi to exhale the air in his lungs. His sigh is full of unspoken words. Uncertain terms—and as he follows you down, he wonders how many more secrets will bloat his lungs throughout the night.

[faithisyours]

Blanket Fort

Vi X Fem!Reader

Ch 3 of The List

Other chapters: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 4

Summary: you and Vi build a blanket fort

cw: pure, unadulterated fluff

word count: 1.4k

an: Howdy y'all! I humbly present chapter 3. Hope you enjoy it. Next chapter I'm gonna keep a surprise, but it includes some familiar faces ;) It also might take me a wee bit longer to write, but I’ll try to get it out within the week. And a big thanks again to my beta reader @mythsretriever, check her out, she’s pretty cool. Also, I’ve been requested to start a tag list, so let me know if you want to be added! And finally, if you have any requests for fics or ideas for this one, or just want to chat, I’m all ears! (Please, I want more friends on this app). Men & minors dni

The apartment windows rattled against the heavy rain and rolling thunder raging outside. Lightning lit up the stormy evening sky, casting flashes of light into the apartment. You and Vi were hauled up because of this, but it didn’t matter much to you. You were happy to be home with the love of your life for a night off.

You were in the kitchen making dinner (it was your turn), Vi sat watching you from the kitchen island. You were making soup, one of your specialties, because Vi was feeling a bit under the weather, having been fighting a small cold for the past couple days (more than likely caused by the fact that she had just been naked in a lake on a chilly fall night with you a little less than a week ago). You felt slightly guilty, considering you were the one that had taken her to go skinny dipping, as well as the fact that you had not gotten sick at all. You resolved to make her soup; it was the least you could do.

Vi was still keeping the list close, although she had shared some of her ideas and asked you for some more recently. It was a good thing, too, because you had started to think she was instead just writing a novel.

You were adding the last of the spices to the pot of soup in front of you when Vi asked, “Have you ever made a blanket fort?”

Caught slightly off guard, but recovering quickly you answered, “I have…”

“I know it’s not a very teenager thing to do, but I’ve never made one and I added it to the list a while ago,” she said, eying you hesitantly.

“... so you want to make a blanket fort?” you asked, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“Ya, and I thought maybe today, since the weath-”

“Sold!” You cut her off.

“Dinner first, of course,” Vi reassured.

You shot her a smile over your shoulder. “Of course.”

You ate at the kitchen table, the soup being accompanied by garlic bread. Vi practically moaned around her fist bite, which made your insides feel fuzzy. You talked about upcoming plans, errands you both needed to run, shows you wanted to watch together; just mundane, domestic things. When you both were done eating, Vi helped you clean up the kitchen, growing more and more antsy by the second. She was practically jumping off the walls by the time you finished wiping the counter down.

“Hmm,” you looked around the kitchen, tapping your chin with your finger, “I feel like I forgot to do something.” Of course, you had forgotten nothing, and instead were prolonging Vi’s anticipation for your own enjoyment. She caught on when you couldn’t keep your sly smile contained.

“You forgot nothing, it’s blanket fort time!” she practically screamed. She grabbed you by the arm, pulling you towards the living room, but eventually stopped, realizing she didn’t actually know what she was doing. She looked around, looking a little hopeless, then turned her eyes on you. “Okay, tell me what we need,” she prompted, her hands open in front of her, ready to grab the first thing you say.

“Well, we’re gonna need blankets, sheets probably, the kitchen chairs, pillows, maybe some books, and the broom, probably.” She stared at you blankly for a second, processing, then leapt into action. Vi ran in the direction of the linen closet, so you went over to the kitchen to collect the chairs.

You were arranging the chairs in front of the couch, two on each side facing away from the space in the middle, when Vi came back with more than an armful of blankets and sheets. It looked as though she had ransacked the entire apartment, taking blankets from anywhere including your bed. You giggled at her overzealousness, and moved quickly to help take some of the blankets she had gathered.

“Looks like you found every blanket and sheet we own,” you said, amused. “That's good, though. We’ll probably need them all.” You set them down in a pile in front of the area you had designated to be the floor of the fort, which was in front of the couch and directly in line with the TV. Vi surveyed the space, nodding, then looked towards you for the next step. “Okay, first we should cover these chairs with sheets to make our walls. And we might need something heavy like books to keep them in place,” you said. It had been quite some time since you built a blanket fort, but it was all starting to come back to you now.

Vi got right to it, pulling one of the sheets from the pile and draping it over each pair of chairs. You went over to the coffee table (which you had earlier pushed against the wall to make enough space for the fort) and grabbed the books that sat atop it. You put a book on each seat, which held the sheets in place and prevented them from slipping. It was all coming together nicely.

Catching on, Vi asked, “Should we put some blankets down on the floor to make it comfy?” you nodded, happy she was starting to get it. Arranging a sheet down first over top of the area rug, you then layed down two comforters and lined the makeshift walls with pillows, making sure the biggest and comfiest went against the foot of the couch. You both added some extra blankets to snuggle up with once you were settled in the fort later. And then it came time for the roof. Working together, you pulled sheets across the chairs, using multiple to make sure there were no gaps and to ensure the fort was dark inside. Adding some finishing touches, like some electric candles and a small camping lantern, as well as a couple more pillows and blankets, the fort was complete. It wasn’t by any means the best blanket fort ever made, but it got the job done, and by the grin on Vi’s face, you'd say it was basically perfect.

“Ready to get in?” you asked Vi, who didn’t even give you an answer before launching herself into the fort. You couldn’t contain your giggle as you followed her in, albeit more calmly. It was a tight fit, but curling yourself up around Vi created some wiggle room. Vi threw a couple blankets across your tangled legs and settled into the pillows, pulling you closer by the waist.

The top of the sheet roof plus the angle you were positioned made for a perfect view of the TV, which was exactly what you had hoped for.

“Want to watch a movie?” you both asked simultaneously, which then made you laugh. So predictable.

“I chose last time, so it’s your turn,” Vi offered.

You thought for a second. “Pride and Prejudice (2005),” you said. Vi had already thumbed through and pulled it up on the screen.

“So predictable,” she whispered, shaking her head as a crooked smile appeared.

You gave her a playful shove in the side. “You know I like the classics. And anyway, Mr. Darcy reminds me of you.”

She scoffed. “How so?”

“Well, he’s proud, loyal, charming in a goofy way, and I find him rather pretty, especially when he smiles. And you share all of those traits,” you said. “But I will say your hands are much hotter than his.”

Vi attempted to play off your words, but a small blush crept across her cheeks. “Alright, let’s just start the movie,” she said, nodding towards the TV.

You kissed Vi’s shoulder, smiling up at her. “This was a great idea.” you said, and then proceeded to sneeze.

“Oh no, I gave you my sickness, didn’t I?” Vi looked at you apologetically. You just shook your head, snuggling back into her and turning your attention to the movie. It didn’t matter to you if Vi got you sick. You’d happily get her germs if it meant getting to also snuggle up with her to watch a movie while it stormed outside.

Eventually, though, and rather predictably, the combination of the movie, the storm, Vi’s warm body beneath you, and the comfort of the fort all lulled you into sleep. It looked like you’d be sleeping in the living room tonight. And there was nowhere you’d rather be.

Ko-fi

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[captainsophiestark]

Mad Scientist

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Day 5 Prompt: "You're the smartest person I know."

Summary: Kol's dating a scientist who's buried in college-level work and more than ready for a ridiculous, fun version of science for a break.

Word Count: 1,685

Category: Fluff, Humor

Shoutout/Credit to The Scientific American for the info on how Mentos-Coke reactions work!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Darling? What do you think would happen if I made pancakes with Mountain Dew instead of water?"

I paused, my pen hovering over the page in the middle of summarizing my findings for a lab I'd been working on at my university. I didn't turn around to face my boyfriend, Kol Mikaelson, who stood behind me in the kitchen, instead just staring off in thought for a moment.

"I don't know," I said, finally turning around to look at Kol. "As far as I'm aware, water's not one of the things like baking soda or eggs that's insanely important to the chemistry of baking. As long as you have the same amount of liquid, it should be fine. Maybe a little sweeter than normal, but basically still a pancake."

Kol grinned. "Excellent."

"What exactly brought this on?" I asked, standing from the kitchen table in the Mikaelson compound where I'd been working and wandering towards my boyfriend. "Just out of curiosity."

"Well you see," he said, holding his hands out in a grand presentation gesture and fixing me with a giant grin. "While I was getting the ingredients for making pancakes, I also found Mountain Dew. The rest is history."

"Interesting..."

I trailed off as I finally reached Kol, stopping so I could hold onto his arm and lean around him to look at the ingredients laid out on the counter, Mountain Dew included. My eyes wandered back to my books, still open and waiting for me on the table. I had no desire to go near them again right now, and this was the absolute perfect distraction. I looked back up at the grinning face of my boyfriend.

"Do you need any help?"

Within half an hour, Kol and I's initial experiment had expanded to encompass the entire kitchen and just about every ingredient we had in it. The Mountain Dew pancakes hadn't been much different than the regular pancakes, so we'd gotten progressively more creative in our ingredient substations, snacking on our successes as we went. My books lay long-forgotten on the table, Kol enabling my chaotic science tendencies in the best way possible.

"What if we put pop rocks in it?" asked Kol as he riffled through a drawer of sweet treats in one corner of the kitchen. I hummed to myself as I mixed our latest version, with orange juice instead of water.

"I don't know," I said. "I think we'll just get little pieces of candy in it without the pop, since the liquid in the batter would probably dissolve the candies enough to trigger the reaction before anything else. We won't know for sure unless we test it, though."

I finished stirring, then wandered over to join Kol. He'd set the pop rocks on the table along with a few other types of candies, and now stood in the open door of the fridge. I rested my head on his arm and hummed thoughtfully, until my eyes landed on something else interesting in the fridge.

"Since you've been back in the modern world... has anyone introduced you to the marvel of Coke and Mentos?"

Kol turned to face me, eyebrows furrowed but a smile on his face.

"No love, I can't say they have."

I grinned. "Then I can't wait to be the one to show you."

I snatched the bottle of Coke out of the fridge, snagging the Mentos and a piece of paper with tape too before plopping them both down on the table where we'd been mixing our batter. Excitedly, Kol joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Okay, so first we need to make the tube to hold the Mentos,  to make sure they all drop in at the same time when we want them to," I explained while I worked. I rolled the paper into a tube, covering one end with my thumb and then holding it out for Kol. "Put seven Mentos in there, please."

He complied, sneaking one for himself and then passing one to me. I looked over my shoulder at him, smiling, and he leaned in to give me a soft kiss.

"What's next, darling?" he asked, his voice low. I leaned back into him a little more, but returned my attention to the Mentos.

"Now, it's time for the reaction. Unscrew the lid of the soda, please." Kol took care of it, shifting a little behind me in anticipation. "Good. Now, I'm gonna dump these in, and after I do we're gonna step all the way back, okay?"

"Okay. And what happens after that?"

I shot him a grin over my shoulder. "Science."

With that, I put the tube of Mentos to the neck of the bottle, then quickly moved my thumb and let them drop all at once into the soda.

Kol's grip tightened on my waist as he used his vampire speed to get me to the far edge of the kitchen, hopefully out of the splash zone. A moment later, the reaction started, and the soda quickly bubbled and fizzed until it became a geyser, exploding out of the bottle. Kol gasped from behind me as it hit the ceiling, and I smiled.

The reaction didn't last very long, but once it fizzled down, it took Kol a minute to let me go and move to meet my eyes. He had a ridiculous grin on his face that I quickly mirrored.

"That was amazing, darling," he said. I practically glowed at the compliment.

"Thanks! It's really cool how it all works, actually. See, carbonated beverages are full of dissolved carbon dioxide gas, which wants to form bubbles and escape the pressure of the liquid. But to do that, it has to break its bonds with the water and interact with itself. Because the Mentos candies are actually covered in a bunch of tiny grooves, it makes it easier for the bonds between the carbon dioxide and the water to break, making the reaction of bubbles escaping the soda happen at a much, much faster rate!"

I'd started pacing a little, gesturing with my hands as I explained, but froze when I realized I'd been rambling for more than a little. I turned back to Kol with a grimace.

"Sorry. I know you probably don't care about how it works-"

"What? No! That was excellent, the way you explained everything!" He grabbed my hands in his as he pointedly met my eyes. "Darling, you're the smartest person I know. And it's absolutely incredible. Please don't ever apologize for the way your eyes light up and your voice gets all excited when you talk about something you love. It's one of my favorite things in the world to see."

I started tearing up a little bit at Kol's words, and as soon as he finished speaking I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, kissing him, hard. He smiled into the kiss and wasted no time wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tighter to him. Finally, after a few long moments, I pulled gently away.

"As much fun as I'm having... I do need to finish the lab writeup for my actual science class."

Kol sighed and ran a hand through his hair, then fixed me with a devilish grin.

"Fine. As long as you promise to let me know anytime you have an experiment to do that I can sit in on."

I beamed back at him. "I promise."

Kol gave me a sweet smile, then leaned in and kissed me one last time. Despite the homework hovering in the other corner of the kitchen, I could feel Kol sucking me in and distracting me to the point that I didn't care about my work. I was just about to give in, too, when someone coughed loudly from behind us.

Kol and I turned around to find Elijah standing in the kitchen doorway, his eyes scanning the disaster zone the kitchen had turned into. Soda still dripped from the ceiling, and horrifying pancake mutations were spread on almost every surface.

Elijah sighed heavily, his exhausted stare turning back to me and Kol.

"I trust that this will all be cleaned up before the two of you run off to other activities? Preferably sooner than later?" he deadpanned. Kol scoffed, and I tried and failed to fight a guilty grin.

"Yes, Elijah. We'll take care of it," I said. He nodded once, pausing to stare at everything for an extra moment before shaking his head.

"Good."

With that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. Even without vampire hearing, I heard his heavy, long-suffering sigh from the other room. I turned to Kol and giggled.

"Oops."

"He loves it," Kol said confidently, waving me off. "We keep his life interesting."

"Well, that second part is definitely true. Come on, let's clean up at least a little bit of the mess. We need to do it at some point anyway, and I really do need to go back to my homework."

Kol booed and rolled his eyes, but moved to start helping me deal with the mess anyway. He picked up the now mostly-empty bottle of soda and held it thoughtfully, then turned to me with a glimmer in his eye that I loved.

"You know darling, if we pointed these in a specific direction for the reaction... we could probably shoot the soda at Elijah and the rest of my siblings."

I grinned. "We absolutely could do that."

We stared at each other for a few beats, nodding slowly, communicating without words.

"I'll superspeed cleanup," Kol finally said. I nodded.

"I'll finish my lab writeup as fast as possible."

"And I'll go get more soda and Mentos while you do."

I high-fived Kol as I crossed the room to retake my seat at the kitchen table and he turned into a vampire-tornado of cleaning. We had evil masterplans to enact, after all, and with the two of us working like a well-oiled machine, the rest of Kol's family and anyone else in this house didn't stand a chance.

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TVD/TO Taglist: @elenavampire21

[everybodyshusband]

"no one understands me like you do"

mushy may ; day sixteen !! (approx. 1.6k words)

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(i'm still obsessed with @crimsonclergy's coffee shop au fic, thanks for asking :) and i haven't thanked crow in a while, so thank you @forlorn-crows for putting the mushy may prompt list together <3)

this one contains: they/them rain, hypermobile rain, hypermobile(?) dew, post-self harm dew, discussions of self-harm, hurt/comfort, australian mountain

Dew wanders around the cafe, rearranging the tables, collecting dirty cups and plates, and wiping empty tables down while there’s a lull in customers. Well, maybe it would be more accurate to say that he limps around the cafe. His leg hurts like a fucking bitch and he can’t wait until he can rest on his break; there’s nowhere to sit down while he’s working unless he’s sitting on the floor and restocking the lower shelves behind the counter.

Admittedly, giving in to the urge to cut himself right before his shift was probably not the smartest idea he’s ever had, but he’s proud to say that, somehow, it’s also not the dumbest. Every time he moves, he can feel the cuts stretching, and little trickles of blood run down his leg, smudging between his thigh and the inside of his jeans. He hasn’t covered or cleaned them properly, and he knows he’s going to be dealing with red, angry scabs on his thigh for at least a week because of it, but he didn’t have the time to look after the cuts properly. By the time he’d washed his blade and wiped the blood off of his thighs—and fucking carpet—where it had dripped down, he was already almost late for his shift.

Besides, even if he’d waited to do it at work, it’s not like there’s a place at the cafe he could have done it; the staff toilets have a faulty lock, and Dew’s lost count of the amount of times Rain has come barging in while he’s been in there. He’s not willing to risk the door banging open and Rain staring at him while he explains to them why he’s got the blade from a children’s pencil sharpener slicing through his skin.

“Are you… alright, Dew?” Rain’s voice startles him out of his thoughts, and he looks up from the table he’s wiping to see them staring at him in concern, the spoon in their hand frozen over the box of tea leaves. “You look like you’re limping.”

“Hmm? Oh,” Dew laughs. “Yeah, I’m okay. My, uh– My hip’s flaring up I think.” It’s a good lie. Believable, convincing.

Rain winces in sympathy, their knees do a similar thing to Dew’s hips; they deem it a good day if their knees only give out once or twice. “You need a heat pack?” They ask, raising their voice over the sound of the coffee machine boiling water. “I think I’ve got a wearable one with an adjustable strap in my bag, it might fit ‘round your waist.”

Dew’s touched by their concern, but—since his hip isn’t actually flaring up; small mercies, and all that jazz—he shakes his head. “I think I’ll be okay,” he assures them, “but I’ll let you know. Thanks, though.”

“No worries,” they smile, pouring the finished tea into a takeaway cup and sliding it across the counter. “This is Mountain’s, by the way.” Dew perks up at the mention of his partner’s name, placing the spray bottle down and walking—limping, wincing, whatever—over to the counter. “I know you’ll say no,” Rain starts, “but since you’re in pain, do you want me to walk it over?”

Dew smiles and shakes his head, swiping the cup off of the counter. “She’ll be right. His shop’s only next door.”

“She’ll be right?” Rain parrots in confusion.

“Picked it up from Mount,” Dew explains. “I dunno why he says it. Some kind of weird Australianism, maybe?”

“Christ, that man confuses me,” Rain mutters under their breath.

Dew snorts in agreement and begins making his way towards the door. Now that Rain can’t see his face, he winces openly, screwing his face up tightly with every step on his right leg. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Have fun,” Rain sing-songs.

“I will,” Dew replies in the same tone. The moment the door swings shut behind him though, and he’s out of Rain’s view, he sags against the wall and takes a deep shuddering breath. On the exhale, he pushes himself off the wall and wills himself not to cry as he walks the few metres to Mountain’s florist.

When he gets there, Mountain is ringing a customer through at the register, so Dew places the tea on the counter with a small nod in Mountain’s direction to make sure he actually sees the tea, and begins to walk out.

“Sorry, one moment,” he hears Mountain tell the customer “Dew! Wait a minute, will you?”

Dew nods and hobbles over and leans on the counter-slash-workbench to wait while the customer finishes paying for their flowers. It’s a lovely bouquet they’re buying; all bright reds, cheerful yellows and fiery oranges arranged neatly, but in a way that looks intentionally hap-hazardous—what with all the extra stems, leaves, and clusters of small white flowers trailing lazily out from in between the main flowers. It shouldn’t look nice, but it does, and Dew doesn’t know how Mountain does it.

It’s only when the bell above the door rings to signal the customer’s departure from the shop that Mountain speaks to Dew. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“What?” Dew furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he moves behind the counter to sit down. He’s never been more jealous of the fact that Mountain is allowed a chair behind the till.  “Nothing’s going on, everything’s fine.”

“You’re limping,” Mountain notes, pointing to Dew’s thigh.

“Y– yeah… My hip’s flaring up?” It comes out as more of a question than a statement, but Dew thinks his point still gets across well enough. 

“When your hip’s sore, you shuffle. You’re not shuffling, love. You’re limping.” Dew should be touched by the concern shining in Mountain’s eyes, as well as the fact that Mountain seems to understand him and his functions more than anyone else, but it only makes him feel bad. Mountain crouches down in front of the chair, placing a  hand delicately on Dew’s good leg. When he speaks, his voice is impossibly kind and gentle. “What’s going on, sundew?”

Dew tries to stop the flood of tears, really, he does, but once the dam is opened, there’s no going back. He falls into Mountain’s arms and starts crying in earnest, sobbing when his leg moves the wrong way and he feels his cuts all over again. “I’m sorry,” he sobs. “I’m really fucking sorry.”

“Hey, hey, no. You don’t have to apologise, love. This isn’t something you need to apologise for.” Dew barely hears him; just keeps forcing apologies from his lips as he cries into Mountain’s shoulder. “I’m going to go tell Rain that you’re having your break now, okay? Will you be fine here on your own? I’ll be as quick as I can.”

Dew sniffles and nods up at Mountain through the tears. “Yeah, I’ll– I’ll be fine,” he says through a watery smile.

Mountain leans down and presses a kiss to Dew’s forehead. “I’ll be back in a minute.” The door jingles on his way out, and through the window Dew can see Mountain locking it, in case anyone were to come in looking for flowers and find no one but a crying employee from the cafe next door.

True to his word, Mountain returns in about three minutes, a hot chocolate clutched in his hand. He hands it to Dew, who accepts it—with shaky hands and a whispered “thanks”—gratefully. He takes a sip and lets the warmth seep into his body, focussing on the way it blooms out from his throat and stomach into his limbs and chest. It’s a strangely calming feeling, which is probably why Mountain brought it for him, he supposes.

He lets Mountain pull him up and waits as his partner rearranges the chair’s positioning until it’s in a more convenient spot for him to still get work done. “I told Rain your hip got worse,” Mountain explains as he helps Dew back into the chair, careful to ensure his leg doesn’t twist awkwardly and makes the cuts worse. “They said you can be on break for as long as you need to, okay? They’ll cover for you.”

The warmth that spreads through Dew’s chest isn’t the hot chocolate’s doing. Rain is too good to him. Dew makes a mental note to cover every shift they need covering for until the end of time as a thanks. “Can I–“ Dew starts, tentatively. “Can I stay here? Just– Just for a bit, then I’ll get out of your hair,” he laughs; it’s not a happy sound.

“‘Course, love. That’s why I moved the chair. Stay for as long as you need to, yeah?”

Dew nods and takes another sip of his drink. “Yeah,” he says, softly.

“Now,” Mountain crouches down in front of him again, “I don’t have any customers in the shop right now, and I’m guessing you didn’t have enough time to take care of your cuts before work, right?”

“I was going to,” Dew protests, weakly. “But, I–”

“I’m not mad at you, sundew,” Mountain reassures him. “I’m just taking care of you.” Oh. Dew didn’t even think of that. “Right. I’m going to go find a clean cloth, and then we’ll get you all cleaned up. How does that sound?”

“Good, yeah.” Dew nods, moving to set his drink down in preparation of cleaning himself up.

“No, no,” Mountain says, pushing the drink back into Dew’s hands gently. “I’m gonna do the cleaning, if you’ll let me?”

Dew nods slowly, pulling the cup closer to himself. “You– You can do it. If you– If you want.”

“Good,” Mountain smiles. “Now, relax,” he orders, playfully. “Let me take care of you for a bit, sundew.”

[the-real-spot-conlon]

For the Sprace one-shot prompts: Spot coming down with a really bad fever or something of the like and just refusing to look after himself, so Race has to step in for him :)

This is such a good request! This is my first newsies fic so it may not be very good but here you go!

Spot lay on his couch, head spinning from his fever. He nearly dozed off to a sick slumber when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in!" Spot shouted, not being able to muster the energy to open the door. Spot heard a key jangle in the door knob and a few seconds later, Race and his goofy smile entered. "What do you want Higgins?" Spot groaned, leaning his head back onto the couch. "God you look like hell" Race joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh yea nice to see you too Higgins. Hey what do you have in your hands?" Spot motioned to the three bags in Race's hand. "I have soup, medicine, and games!" Race lifted the bags onto the counter and started messing around the kitchen. Spot heard the pots and pans clinking against one another, and finally decided to get up. "Higgins? What are you doing to my kitchen." Spot asked as he sat himself on an unused part of the counter. "You're sick, and I damn well know that you weren't gonna do anything about. Also, it's our kitchen, not yours." Race added, as he chopped up green onions to put in the soup. "Higgins, I know how to take care of myself. I don't need ya mothering me." Spot exclaimed, but Race wasn't gonna hear it. "Spot if I hadn't known you were sick from how you looked while sellin, you probably would have just sat in agony, all alone. I'm gonna take care of you, and you're gonna like it." Race shot back as he added more things to the soup. Spot just made a disapproving grunt as he layed down fully on the counter now, not caring if he was in Race's way of cooking or not. Spot wasnt acting like it, but he really did love that Race had shown up prepared. "Thank you Higgins" Spot whispered while looking down, being uncomfortable with the vulnerability he was showing. "Huh? What was that? I didn't quite hear you!" Race teased, and spot threw a carrot at him. "Can you hurry up and finish the soup? I need to get better by tommorow so I can go back to work," spot complained, still spread out on the unused area of the counter. "Spot Conlon I swear to everything good in this world, you will not even be leaving this apartment tommorow." Race threatened, pointing a ladle a Spot, who shot his hands up in innocence. After Race finished the soup, he and Spot rested on the couch together, Spot's head lightly snoring blissfully on top of Race, as Race fiddled with Spot's red suspenders. "I love you" Race whispered, thinking Spot couldn't hear. "I love you too babe." Spot whispered back, his voice scratchy from being sick. The two cuddled on the couch watching movies for the rest of the day, Race holding Spot the entire time.

[forevfangirlwrites]

Hiiii hope ur doing well, was wondering if you could maybe write a truth or dare thing for the how to handle fame series. Ik it focuses on Percy and Annabeth but it could be cool to see more of their interactions with the other characters like Jason, Will, Frank, Hazel etc, maybe they all come to Annabeths place for like a movie night or just to chill and be normal people for once without the fame and end up playing truth or dare, a very normal friends thing to do. Anyway hope you like the idea, if not then don't worry about writing it but yh, if you do decide to write it then I look forward to seeing what u do, u writing never fails to amaze me😊 Have a great dayyy!!!

It’s the first time since he’s started living with her that Annabeth is inviting her friends over. Apparently, it’s taken this long because movie schedules don’t always align easily (shocking) and Annabeth is clearly looking forward to it.

“It’ll be chill,” she had said. “We’ll just get takeout and catch up.”

But he’d insisted that he make the food instead, something he’s just now starting to regret. He’s always been confident about his cooking, but doubt is beginning to creep in as it gets closer to five.

Maybe he shouldn’t have tried out new dishes. But he’s been working on the menu of the café, and making finger food versions of the sandwiches and quiches is the best way to test out his ideas.

Plus, he’d figured that if Jason Grace and Piper McLean liked them (when they have probably had all the fanciest food) then they’d be good enough to serve.

“What are you thinking about?” Annabeth’s voice cuts through his thoughts, her arms coming up to hug him from behind.

“Nothing important,” he replies, basking in the warmth of her body against his.

She steps out by his side and raises her eyebrow. “Seemed pretty important.”

“Not as much as you,” he replies, effectively distracted by her lips, freshly glistening with lip gloss. He leans down to steal a kiss.

“Percy,” Annabeth giggles as he steals another one. “I just put on lip gloss.”

“I noticed,” he replies with a grin.

Annabeth shakes he head. “You’re—”

But whatever she’s about to say is cut off by the buzzer letting them know that the guests had arrived. Annabeth glides out of the kitchen to go receive them while Percy finishes laying out the kitchen island with the assortment of food.

Jason is the first to spot him.

“Hey man!” He says with a smile going in for the official bro handshake.

“Hey,” Percy replies, returning the smile. It’s the most casual he’s seen Jason in a while. But then again, the last time they’d hung out was at a famous restaurant for the double date.

Annabeth and Piper show up a second later as Jason eyes the food.

“Damn Annabeth, this is an upgrade from the usual,” he comments, moving towards a quiche.

“All Percy,” Annabeth responds. “You know if it was just me, we’d get the usual takeout. “

“Oh, I know,” Jason laughs before taking a bite. Percy tries not to stare too hard to note his reaction.

“It all looks amazing, Percy,” Piper says, stepping up the counter.

He shoots her a grateful smile. “Thank you, let’s hope it tastes amazing too.”

“Amazing confirmed,” Jason pipes up, mouth still full of food.

“I believe you,” Annabeth starts, “but how can you tell if you’re inhaling it?” She grabs one of the mini sandwiches and takes a bite, giving him a thumbs-up as she chews.

“If only his fans could see him do this,” Piper jokes, also picking up a quiche.

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A/N: Thanks for the prompt! It's not full on truth or dare because I'm not sure how realistic that would be for them to do but I did include the concept and elements of it in the fic and included the interactions with others in it! I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks again!

[ladylilithprime]

When In Need

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Stealth Crossover: Guardians of Childhood

Summary: Since the Magical Revelation, strange things tended to happen a lot more often and openly, and it was usually best to check with a magical before deciding if something was cause for alarm or just another Thursday. And then Jack came home from school with two shadows.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 19: Shadow

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EVER SINCE THE Magical Revelation had happened in the year 2000, it had slowly become more and more commonplace for humans to encounter literally fantastical things in their day to day lives, particularly if they lived in one of the openly Integrated cities and neighborhoods that were cropping up all over the place. Quite a few misunderstandings had happened over behaviors that humans saw as threatening while other species were honestly trying to be friendly. Cas and Jimmy had seen quite a few things once they got to college that would have been quite strange to them growing up, and relied a lot on their magical dorm mates to help them sort out what was actually cause for alarm and what was just another Tuesday.

So when the door to Lighthouse CommodiTeas opened to let in a rather distracted Jack who appeared to be muttering to himself, Jimmy didn't immediately twig to something being off. Even when Jack joined the line at the counter rather than going straight to his usual after school corner table to start on his homework, it was a little odd but not cause for alarm. It was only when Jimmy caught sight of the second shadow along the floor next to Jack's extending from the boy's feet that Jimmy started to get concerned.

He handed off the iced Unicorn Berry Latte he had just finished making, gave Charlie the covert "calling in the big guns" sign, and ducked into the kitchen. "Hey, boss, got a minute?"

Sam, alerted to the potential trouble more from being called "boss" by Jimmy than by his tone, set down his pen and closed the notebook around it. "Category?"

Jimmy shook his head with a grimace. The category system was a nice shorthand for the types of customers that meant capital-T Trouble and usually required the half-faerie's special brand of encouragement towards good behavior. A category one to two was usually a particularly entitled Karen-type who wanted to speak to the manager. Category three was the harassment types, the ones who thought a barista was there to service them in other ways besides just making a drink or warming up one of their cookies, muffins, or scones. Category four was the religious bigots who occasionally came in with crosses or a petition to try and make the "devil's creatures" leave their neighborhood even though Avalon was one of the most heavily magical boroughs on Seven Mile Island. Category five was the violent types, and those usually got Sam's attention from the yelling well before someone had to come back and get him.

This wasn't something Jimmy knew how to categorize. "What's it mean if Jack comes in talking to someone I can't see and has two shadows?"

"Did he look scared or hurt?" was the predictable first question, which Jimmy also wasn't sure how to answer.

"He didn't look scared, exactly," he said, frowning as he thought back. "Preoccupied, yeah, and he got in line rather than go to his usual table."

"Hm," Sam frowned and got up. "I'm glad you came and got me. It's probably nothing to worry about, but..."

"Better safe than sorry?" Jimmy offered as he followed Sam back out to the front counter.

"Something like that," Sam agreed, sounding a bit preoccupied himself now. Charlie finished handing off the change for the customer just ahead of Jack and slid away to make the man's drink just as Sam and Jimmy got to the register. "What's going on, kiddo?"

"Mixy Nox needs help, Father," Jack said solemnly, with more formality than Jimmy had ever heard from him. He looked up and his eyes flared a strange dark silver. "Please, my prince."

The hairs on the back of Jimmy's neck stood up. That was not Jack's voice speaking, much deeper and carrying an undercurrent of something that scratched at the back of his mind like branches on a window in the middle of the night. He glanced up sharply at Sam, hoping for a clue as to whether this was cause for alarm or not, but Sam didn't even so much as flinch.

"What do you need, Nox?" he asked softly, his own expression going very serious.

"There is a boy," that strange voice intoned with Jack's mouth. "His name is Matthew Alphonse Pike. His father is a real estate developer in the territory called Oklahoma. He has been warned of a curse on the land on which his company means to build houses, that Kahnanesgi will protect the land from defilement. He thinks sacrificing his son, who has affinity for Kahnanesgi's children, will break the curse."

"Idiot," Sam hissed under his breath even as Jimmy bit back a curse of his own. The Revelation had brought back a lot of superstitions and fearmongering with the knowledge that magical beings, creatures, and old gods were very, very real, and the government didn't always have a handle on stopping the more extreme groups from doing something incredibly stupid. Jimmy rubbed at the ring on his left thumb and resisted the urge to press close against Sam's side. "Alright, Nox, come on out of my son and we'll go talk about how to help your boy and the price it will cost."

Sam held out a hand, and Jack shuddered before a dark silver light seemed to seep out of his skin to form a glowing orb that hovered in Sam's palm. Jimmy caught Sam's eye, read the pleading there, and nodded shortly, taking his place as Sam stepped back and swiftly carried the floating orb into the back. Jimmy looked down at Jack, possessing only one shadow now and looking a little pale around the metaphorical gills. "You want a hot cocoa, Jack?"

"Yes, please, Mr Jimmy," Jack mumbled, shivering a little before seeming to settle. He looked up, a little sheepish. "I'm sorry if Mixy Nox scared you. Their physical form is kinda stuck in a tree back in the main courtyard of the Summer Palace, so they hafta connect with someone to talk when they're running errands between the Realms. It doesn't hurt, s'just kinda cold."

"So long as you're sure you're alright, I'll take your word for it," Jimmy said, mentally resolving to double check that verdict with Sam just in case. Jack still looked rather cold and the hot cocoa was going to take a bit to make, so Jimmy shrugged out of the open flannel shirt he'd been wearing over his uniform T-shirt and leaned over the counter to drape it around Jack's shoulders. "Go on and sit down and I'll bring your drink out to you."

"Thanks, Papa J!" Jack chirped, burrowing into the flannel and all but skipping over to his usual table, leaving Jimmy to stare after him and try to convince himself that he had actually heard the boy say that.

And then he shook himself and traded places with Charlie to go make the mug of hot cocoa.

[sunsrefuge]

hi del im here for the dating sim asks and. :) youll never guess. :)

(yeah its Quinn- i have to pick Quinn's route HAHAHBDJ)

QUINNIE !! (tbh at this point you might be her biggest fan next to Tres and it warms my heart so so much !! my silly mundane girlie ♥)

Quinn's Route could potentially be very fun!! She lightly frequents a few bars around DR and LA, but it's also not uncommon for her to wander around in the middle of the night, and to be off on her Whispers Agent missions! Man, wouldn't it suck if you met her while she was undercover so she had to lie to you about a bunch but you both hit it off really well regardless?? <- Not the take I'm gonna use here but it occurred to me and now I want to put her in such an AU fdfksjdnf - She's a part-time bartender in Divinity's Reach, so maybe you meet her at the bar one time! Regardless of which side of the counter she's on, she's very friendly and nice! When working, she's diligent about her responsibilities, but if you prove to be fun conversation then she'll do things a bit quicker just to have a few more seconds to chat with you! - You're gonna have to be either chill or affectionate towards cats, and you can't talk down to her about her bar job! ;w; She loves her job and has an absolute ball with it most days, so talking down about working in a bar in any form is going to be a huge turn-off for her !! Same thing with cats; you gotta at least be nice to her baby boy Pepper!!

(apparently i have WAY more to say about her than i THOUGHT i would. so !! readmore in the middle lmao)

[Fun fact continuation!] - She loves spontaneous outings!! Little adventures in between everyday life is what keeps her happy and goin'!! She'll likely try to invite you to some late-night street exploration, or dropping into some party she heard conversation about, or even just running around some woods at night!! Even better if you're the one who suggests something spontaneous first!! - Quinn's a huge sucker for sparring and duels as well; if you're the combat / adventurer type like she is, she'll absolutely want to spar with you and it is absolutely bonus points if you go through with it! A bonus for YOU is that she typically banters and flirts during duels. >:) - But she is OBLIVIOUS to flirting!! yours OR her own!! She's dumb!! She is absolutely the person that you could flirt with in increasingly obvious ways, and she would absolutely think that you just Really enjoy her company!! (Literally, her husband [who ive been ignoring for the sake of this bc his involvement would prompt It's Own Route ♥] was taking her on dates and giving her kisses and even calling her Dearheart and she never got it until he wrote her a whole ass love letter. She's THAT level of oblivious!!)

Good Ending: The trick to getting the good ending requires one thing: Being Very Direct With Her. As previously stated: Quinn is a total airhead about love. You could literally be making out with her on the couch and she would just think that you're great buddies who are hella comfortable with each other!! Being direct with her is going to give her a small crisis, but mainly in the "oh gods i've never been in a relationship before" department; the good news is: Even if she's hella bad at the whole relationship thing at first, she is undoubtedly going to give it her all. :3 This is definitely a girlie who's good ending finishes out with a wedding tbh, or at least a "years later" wedding bonus scene

Neutral Ending: Basically achieved but just. Not Saying Anything, lmao. You could be flirting with her, you could also not be flirting with her! Either way, platonic ending, basically! :D you'll still get to share your late night adventures and do spontaneous shit together, you're just (probably) not kissing in alleyways on your way home and whatever.

Bad Ending: you just?? don't hit it off that well i guess?? or you were mean to her cat, or about her job. :( She's not like a vengeful person so nothing all that exciting would happen here tbh! it'd be more like a gentle drifting apart! Unless you mistreated her on purpose and her brothers find out ♥ then you suffer at their hands, and that might be exciting! KSDJFNS

[luv4fandoms]

Santa is real! (DwayneXFemVamp!ReaderxLaddie)

This ask was so freaking adorable that I just HAD to finish up my little Dwayne x Reader x Laddie Christmas stories with it. I know we've all probably been through something like this and I know my mother did a lot to convince me that Santa was real for as long as she could. I hope you like the final story Anon, thank you so much for the prompt!! ❤️ And Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night 🦇😊☃️🎄

(this prompt was so cute it deserved two gif images lol)

Word count: 2,528

Pairings: DwayneXFemVamp!Reader (Romantic) Laddie x FemVamp!Reader (Maternal)

Warning: EXTREME FLUFF AND CHRISTMAS CHEER! Dwayne being an amazing dad, the boys and Star being an amazing aunt and uncles, Laddie being sad for a little bit.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

It had started out a normal night on the boardwalk, everyone was riding rides, playing games, scoping out that night's meal, and just having fun. You and Dwayne were currently walking down the boardwalk hand and hand with Laddie, the little boy happily walking between the two of you, holding your hands as you swung him every now and then. You were currently on your way to the ice cream place to grab a treat before you met up with the others again.

"Mom you can't pick Vanilla again"

"What is wrong with Vanilla?"

"It's such a boring flavor"

"I beg your pardon"

"It kinda is"

"Oh no you are not jumping in this sir"

"See even Dad agrees"

"What if I get French Vanilla…it's not boring…it's French"

"..."

"..."

"Fine! What are you going to get hmmm?"

"Superman!"

"Well I can suddenly see how you thought my choice was boring"

"What about you Daddy? What are you gonna get that isn't as boring as my Vanilla?"

"Probably cookies and cream"

"Cookies and…. THAT'S JUST VANILLA WITH COOKIES!"

"Exactly, so it's not as boring"

"I swear to God Dwayne"

"Come on mom, pick something we're almost there!"

"Fine…I'll get Mint chocolate chip"

Dwayne smiled at the two of you while you relayed your order before he paid the man behind the counter.

"Vanilla isn't boring" you grumbled.

"It's ok princess, we love you even if you like boring stuff" He smiled while wrapping his arms around you.

"Don't say that too loudly, I do like you remember" you smirked, earning a laugh from him while he leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"Hey mom can I go look at the new comic place while we wait?" Laddie asked, looking over at the new comic place that took over the old Frog's shop.

"Sure go ahead sweetie" you nodded, watching as Laddie ran off, he would still be within eyesight after all. Looking back at Dwayne you noticed that soft look in his eyes.

"What?" You laughed.

"I'm just glad you showed up here. Laddie really needed a mom"

"Well I'm more than happy to be it, especially with the perks of comes with" you smiled, taking yours and Laddie orders when the man handed them to you, Dwayne taking his own.

"Perks?"

"Yeah, I mean after all" you spoke while looking around, before leaning in close to whisper.

"Between you and me, he's got a smoking hot dad" this just made Dwayne laugh before he wrapped his arm around your waist, leaning down to kiss your neck as the two of you made your way towards where Laddie ran off to…what you didn't expect was to see him looking absolutely crushed.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" You asked, squatting down to try to look at his face as he stared at the ground, but he simply shook his head, not meeting your gaze.

"What's wrong?" Dwayne asked, also squatting next to you while placing his free hand on Laddie's shoulder…That was when the two of you heard the young boy sniffle.

"Is Santa not real?" He asked in a very quiet, defeated voice.

"What? Who said that?" You asked, instantly going into mama bear mode, looking around for whoever the demon was that told your little boy such lies.

"I was talking to a kid in the comic book shop who said he asked Santa for the newest Superman comic, and then these older boys came and said that we were babies for still believing in Santa, and that he wasn't real" he explained, finally meeting your eyes with his own tear filled ones. Your heart instantly shattered, not only for Laddie but for the other little boy who was no doubt crying to his parents as well at this moment. Those boys had absolutely no right to snatch the innocence of someone away like that, and honestly if they had been adults and not children you would already know who your meal would be for the night, as of right now they were tiptoeing that line.

"Laddie don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about" Dwayne told him, letting the boy collapse in his arms.

"But what if they're right dad?"

"They aren't"

"How do you know"

"Because your mom is friends with Santa" He smiled while looking at you, you two had already talked about what you would say if a situation like this ever occured, you had honestly wished it never would, but just to be safe.

"You are?"

"Yup!"

"How?"

"Well when I was about your age, I stayed up late one night, with my parent's permission of course, and waited to see him. Now living in the south we didn't have a fireplace for him to come down so he had to come in through the front door. So I was prepared. And I met him, and we became really good friends. So much so that he lets me in on his secrets" you smiled, telling your story while Laddie took his ice cream.

"Can I know a secret? I promise I won't tell anyone! Please mom!"

"Ok ok…this isn't one I'm supposed to tell you buuut…I don't think he'll mind. He told me that he is going to make a special stop to the cave this year"

"REALLY!?"

"Really! But you'll still have to follow all of Santa's rules though ok"

"Ok! I will!"

"Ok, shall we head back now?"

"Yeah let's head back!"

🦇🦇🦇🦇

So here you were, Christmas Eve, returning back from a friend's house who let you use her oven to bake some cookies for Santa with Laddie and the boys. Of course Dwayne was invited because Laddie thought it should be a family event. And that led to Paul giving Laddie puppy dog eyes asking if he could come since he was his big brother, which in turn led Marko to want to come, which led David to come to keep an eye on everyone, and Star to come to actually help if needed. Because let's be honest, Paul and Marko weren't going to be too helpful and David was going to just supervise…Which is exactly what happened. So after many apologies to your friend, and a couple of dozen cookies later, you were all heading back to the cave, a very happy Laddie walking between you and Dwayne, holding the cookies. A very done David and Star, and an icing and flour covered Paul and Marko.

"I still don't understand how you two managed to get that much icing on you…we didn't even make that much" you spoke when you entered the cave.

"Magic" Paul smiled, scooping a bit off his cheek and dabbing it on your nose. You quickly wiped it off and ushered them back outside.

"Go clean off before you get it everywhere"

"Ugh, fine mom" Paul playfully groaned. Marko was already heading towards the water since he was a bit more concerned that it had gotten in his hair and was beginning to dry. You turned back towards the group and noticed Laddie yawn, good, your plan to tire him out early tonight had worked.

"You tired Sweetie?" You asked, brushing his hair out of his face while he sat on Dwayne's lap.

"No, I can stay up"

"You know you're not supposed to stay up to try and catch Santa" Dwayne told him.

"But mom did!"

"Mom is very naughty sometimes" he said while looking at you, God you sometimes hated how easily this man could fluster you.

"But she made friends with Santa"

"But I also got a warning that year to never do it again, after all, that's one of Santa's rules" you told him.

"But I'm not sleepy" he said before breaking off into another yawn.

"Come on, how about your mom and I read you a story before bed?"

"Twas the night before Christmas?"

"Definitely" you smiled, watching as he jumped down and slowly went around saying goodnight to everyone before going towards his bed. You and Dwayne followed before you shot a wink towards everyone, their cues. Just as Dwayne finished the last line of the book, Laddie drifted off, and you both gently and slowly untangled yourselves from the boy. You made your way out into the main area again and found all the boys had gathered the stuff, ready to be placed in their right spots.

🦇🦇🦇🦇

"What are we doing again?" Paul asked as you, him, and Marko all walked the boardwalk, it had been a couple nights since the incident, and only a few nights left until Christmas, most stores were sold out of things but you knew these two would be able to help you grab everything you needed…be it paid for or not.

"We're gonna get everything possible to make Laddie believe in Santa again"

"Stronzo...I still can't believe some little punk told him that" Marko seethed, just as angry about the situation.

"Yeah honestly that kid needs his ass kicked, who goes around telling little kids that Santa isn't real?! Like that is the biggest crime you can commit!" Paul added, all of you felt so protective over Laddie, and knowing that he could have such an innocent thing snatched from him made all of you upset.

"Agreed, but that is why we are going to change Laddie's mind. Dwayne and I have already convinced him that I know Santa and that he'll make a special stop at the cave this year…only thing we have to do is make it look like he did" You all stopped in front of the all year round Christmas store on the boardwalk, all of you exchanging a look.

"Ready boys?"

"Leave it to us!" Paul smiled while opening the door for you and Marko.

"With us along sorella, we'll have him convinced for sure" Marko smiled, slinging his arm around your shoulder while you two walked in, Paul close behind.

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So here you all were, quietly putting your plan into action, even Star and David were helping out as they decorated the tree that Dwayne had pulled in. Marko and Paul unleashed the cans of fake snow they had gotten all over the cave, quietly laughing to themselves as it began to rain down all over the floor as well as the walls from their snow fight. Once you were done putting up the few ornaments you had acquired and David put the star on the tree, you had Marko lightly mist the tree with snow from above to make it look like Santa had brought it with him. You then got a plate and glass out for some cookies and milk, and as everyone ate and drank you wrote a letter, smiling as you did and remembering the letters your own mother would write that were "from Santa", they always did make you excited every year. Finally, with full bellies and boosts of pride, the boys and Star all said goodnight and went to bed, leaving you and Dwayne up.

"Last thing?"

"Last thing" you smiled at him, following him to the cave entrance and watching him walk out before making the path of flour, from the entrance all the way to the tree, over to the cookies and back. Dwayne walked along the path, leaving very clear boot prints as he took the path that Santa would take. He flew over to you once he was done, making sure to not mess anything up, and gathered you in a hug from behind.

"He's gonna love it"

"I hope so, I don't want my baby boy not to believe in the magic of Christmas anymore" you pouted while looking towards where his bed was.

"With you as his mom, I don't think that's possible" he smiled at you, kissing your head.

"Well him having an amazing father like you definitely helps" you laughed, reaching behind you to rest your hand on his cheek, your other resting on the hands around your waist.

"We make a good team"

"We really do," you said with a smile as you looked back at him, sharing a kiss before retiring to your darkened corner.

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The next night you were awoken by Laddie excitedly calling for you and Dwayne. Rushing towards the main area (just in case he wasn't yelling for you both for the reason you thought) you were greeted by Laddie with a smile from ear to ear.

"HE CAME! SANTA CAME!"

"I told you he would," you giggled while hugging him.

"He even brought snow! And he ate the cookies we made!"

"He must have really liked them, there isn't any left" Dwayne said with a smirk, looking at you while you both remembered Marko and Paul eating the most cookies.

"He even left a note mom!" Laddie smiled.

"Oh really? What does it say?"

"Whoa! What happened here?" Paul asked, looking all around the cave, successfully playing his part.

"Who brought the north pole to California?" Marko asked, jumping onto the couch.

"Santa did!"

"Well didn't have to leave snow on everything" David said while brushing the fake snow off of his wheelchair and giving Paul and Marko a pointed look.

"Laddie, what do you have there?" Star asked while pointing to the letter in his hands, causing the boy to remember it.

"Santa left a note! It says."

"Sorry I couldn't put up a better tree or bring too much snow, this old mans' got his agenda busy you know, I gotta give presents to the whole world after all! Ho Ho Ho! Don't believe in the lies those naughty kids tell you Laddie, they say I don't exist because they got coal for being on the naughty list. I'll even let you keep one of my reindeer's bells! See ya next year boy! P.s: I loved the cookies and milk, it was a good snack ;)" He finished, picking up the bell that was beside the cookie plate and ringing it.

"See! Those boys were just being mean cause they knew they were on the naughty list"

"Yeah! You were right mom, I feel bad for even doubting Santa" Laddie spoke, pouting a bit.

"Don't feel bad, I'm sure we've all been there" Dwayne told him.

"Oh without a doubt, Santa doesn't hold grudges" you smiled.

"If he did I doubt he would have left you something" Dwayne nodded towards the tree, to which Laddie immediately whipped his head around, having been so caught up in everything else he hadn't noticed the present laying under the tree.

"I GOT A PRESENT!" He cheered, rushing over towards the wrapped gift, and excitedly tearing into it.

"What did I get?" He chanted while tearing away the paper.

"IT'S A SKATEBOARD!!" He cheered, holding it up for everyone to see.

"I can be just like you now dad!" He smiled while running over to Dwayne.

"We gotta get you one too mom, so we can be the skater family!" He added.

"Yes we do" Dwayne smiled at you as well

"Well...I supposed if I had an amazing teacher I would consider it" you sent a smirk towards Dwayne.

"I'd love to teach you both"

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Bad Day - A "Kissing You" Drabble

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Rating: No warnings that I know of, just a bunch of fluff with the briefest of mentions about other enjoyable activities with our boy

Word Count: 800

Prompt #5 : Intertwining fingers

a/n: Okay, so I've been working on something for a while, and this is not that something, but rather a small piece of a different something that I'm really trying to convince myself to share. But for now, here's a small piece of that thing that I want to share for @browneyes-issac. I'm so sorry you had a horrible day at work and my brain wouldn't stop until I wrote this in hopes that it might help, even just a little. This is also my first ever released Frankie fic, and also my first time writing f!reader, and also the first thing I've written and shared on Tumblr in literal YEARS, so go easy on me. And if you like it, tell me to post the other ones that may or may not be sitting in my folders.

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Your day has been nothing short of miserable. 

As if a broken water heater hadn’t been enough, the standstill traffic on your way to work and the blown tire just two blocks from the restaurant gave you pause. And then you’d been foolish enough to believe that maybe, at least, work would be tolerable for once. 

But it hadn’t been, and now you're alone in an empty restaurant with a room full of tables still yet to be cleaned. Your coworkers had been no help, piling onto your load with table after table, nevermind your lack of a break. And then they’d left, all citing important events that they needed to attend while you stood, glancing at your watch as it told you your shift should be ending in ten minutes. Keyword, should.

A flash of headlights from outside brightens the empty room, and with a sigh, you head toward the front door, unlocking the deadbolt as Frankie appears on the other side. He’d agreed to pick you up when you’d called him about your blown tire, and he was, of course, on time. 

You're willing yourself not to lose it entirely when you breathe in his familiar scent, but it only takes a second for his wide smile to fade into genuine concern. “What’s wrong?” 

Saying nothing, you turn and walk back into the dining room, gesturing to the tables still stacked high with dishes. “There’s more in the kitchen,” you sigh, eyes falling to the ground in front of you, trying to hide your frustrated tears. 

Slowly, he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together and raises them to press a kiss to the back of your hand. “I’ll help.”

A laugh escapes you as you finally glance up at him, “You can’t.” 

Frankie’s eyebrows raise quickly, “and why not?” 

“For starters, you don’t work here. And you wouldn’t get paid. And it’s my job. You probably shouldn’t even be in here like this and you really can’t go in the kitchen and…” 

His grip on your hand tightens, causing you to stop your rambling. Without missing a beat, he counters your concerns with a plan. “How about you wash and I collect the dishes and bring them back to you? Then I can wipe down all the tables and rearrange everything out here while you finish up.” 

“Let me help you, Querida,” he continues when he notices you biting your lip, eyes flickering over the piles of work, and you feel him kiss your hand once more. You have to admit that his plan makes a lot of sense, and it would probably allow the two of you to be out of here long before you would if you did everything on your own. 

“Okay,” you agree after a long breath.

Frankie looks pleased, almost excited, and kisses your forehead quickly before rushing off in the direction of the nearest table. He picks up a stack of dishes and follows as you lead him toward the kitchen. Once you’ve shown him where to set things, you head toward the sink to begin the cleaning process. 

He appears every minute or so as he clears the dining room, stopping in between each trip to kiss you. Sometimes on your forehead, sometimes your shoulder or your nose. Whatever part of you he can reasonably reach, and with each passing moment you feel the weight of the day become a little lighter. A smile here and there, a laugh when he kisses you in the crook of your neck before rushing back into the dining room once more.

Methodically, you scrub away at the dirty plates, working as quickly as you can. Frankie is gone for a while, probably cleaning the tables, and soon the pile dwindles down to nothing.

Strong arms wind around your waist as you rinse off the plate in your hands, a warm chest at your back, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Almost done?” 

You nod, pressing into him as you place the last dish on the rack. “Done.” You turn in his arms, and he doesn’t protest when your wet hands wind around his neck to bring him down for a proper kiss. It’s soft and warm, and you hum when you pull away to find Frankie smiling at you. “Thank you,” you whisper. 

“Anytime,” he returns, hugging you a bit tighter. “Now, are you ready to go home? Because I think I have the perfect remedy for your bad day.” 

His contagious smile finally transfers to your own face, “Is that so?”

Frankie nods eagerly, and you know the spark in his eyes well, so without another word you lace your fingers through his and tug him in the direction of the door. 

And later, when you’re laying in his arms, feeling sated and so very loved, your bad day is nothing more than a forgotten memory. 

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Reminiscing Can Hurt

Hello and welcome to my writing!

I'm Author Max, at your service, and I wanted to write more gay stuff- HAPPY PRIDE MONTH- because I'm gay and so are other people <3

Remus Lupin x Male!Reader

This won't follow the books or movies like... at all... BUT CUT ME SOME SLACK I'M JUST TRYING TO HAVE FUN AND BE GAY

Harry is in like, what, his 5th year? Yeah. And you're all in Grimmauld Place for summer holidays. :)

Oh, also? You and Remus raised Harry because I said so and he deserves to be treated like a normal human being and raised as such.

Sorry- one more thing; watch out for kind of a twist because I hate angst/sad things so I pretend no one dies ever :3

Thank you for reading! (Sorry for the long intro)

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(Y/N) was leaning his back against the counter as he watched Molly cook next to him. You see, he offered his help, but knowing his luck in the kitchen Molly declined. He probably would've burnt the house down.

Sighing from boredom (Y/N) kicked off the counter and made his way out of the kitchen, down the hall to the living room where everyone else was. He walked in on Remus hunched over and whispering to the kids around him who were copying his pose. None of them had noticed his entrance so he quietly tiptoed closer to the group and were able to pick up bits and pieces of what they were saying.

Remus was holding a picture that he had found of the Marauders at Hogsmeade during winter, snow decorating their hats and rosy pink faces. He was seemingly telling the story behind the picture.

"See, (Y/N) had just slipped-"

(Y/N) snuck up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, quickly taking the picture from his hand and looking at it. The group startled, backing up and looking at you while you stayed low next to Remus.

"If I remember correctly, I didn't slip, you tripped me," he scoffed, smirking at Remus.

"No, I was your hero! I caught you and saved you from a very cold and hard stone death!" Remus dramatized, wrapping an arm around his husbands waist and pulling him into his lap.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, my love." He kissed Remus' temple and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, his legs hanging off the side of the chair they were in.

"Get back to the story," Harry basically whined, tugging at the bottom of his coat sleeves. (Well, technically (Y/N)'s coat, but he had given it to Harry seeing as it didn't fit you anymore.)

"How about you tell it, since you remember it better," Remus prompted him, kissing his cheek.

"What's going on in here?" Sirius asked as he skipped down the stairs.

"Uncle (Y/N) was just about to tell us the story of this picture," Harry informed.

"Ohoho, I've got to get in on this!" Sirius chuckled and sat on the chair next to Remus and (Y/N).

"Alright, but no interruptions Padfoot!" (Y/N) warned, waggling a scolding finger at Sirius.

"Can't make any promises." He winked at the kids for extra effect.

"So it was probably mid-day and we were finished buying everything we wanted. Peter-" Sirius and Remus grimaced but (Y/N) continued unfazed- "wanted to get a picture of us all. So James and Lily got all cute and pretty and stood up like good little children for the picture."

Sirius and Remus snorted at your wording and the kids snickered under their breaths.

"All jokes aside everyone was ready for the photo, but as Peter went to take it, our lovely Remus right here swiped my feet out from under me!" (Y/N) exclaimed, looking at the kids with wide eyes.

"I told you, you slipped!" Remus shot back with a wide, teasing smile. Mischief bubbled behind his eyes and everyone knew he was lying, not that he would admit it.

"Remus John Lupin, don't even try to convince me otherwise! And then, to top things off, he caught me in a way that would portray him as the hero in the permanent picture!" (Y/N) rolled his eyes, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"So chivalrous," Hermione teased sarcastically, making (Y/N) laugh and nod.

"It's alright, we got over it," Remus assured, holding (Y/N) tight in his lap.

"Do you guys ever miss Hogwarts?" Ron asked.

Letting out a bittersweet sigh (Y/N) looked at the boys.

"For many reasons, yes. A lot. I miss Hogwarts with almost every fiber of my being," (Y/N) whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.

"I'm afraid I'd have to agree," Sirius responded, trying to keep a smile on his face.

"Me, as well," Remus added.

"Dinner!" Molly shouted from the kitchen.

"Well, we'd better eat. But we'd love to hear more of your stories from Hogwarts some other time!" Hermione said eagerly as she stood, Harry and Ron agreeing with the same enthusiasm. Everyone stood and walked to the kitchen, (Y/N) following behind them all.

"Hey Love, I'm just going to look for something Molly couldn't find earlier in the closet. I'll be with you in a bit," (Y/N) informed Remus, making him cast a worried look over his lovers face before kissing his knuckles, walking into the kitchen.

(Y/N) shut the closet door behind him and lit his wand in the dark space. He sat down next to the wall and let the tears gather up in his eyes. He couldn't believe he was still grieving. After this long, he still missed his friends Lily and James. He missed everyone they had lost in the war. He tried to keep his sobs quiet, wiping at his tears ferociously.

He gasped as a bright light suddenly entered his vision, blue casting over his face in the dark closet. A portal stood in front of him, blue and never ending. With wide, teary eyes he watched it with an open mouth. Suddenly he heard James laughing, Lily's giggling accompanying it. Regulus said something gruffly to them and then all sounds stopped.

"H-hello?" (Y/N) whispered into the quiet.

"(Y/N)?" James said- and then suddenly the portal disappeared.

"Are you alright, Darling?" Remus asked as (Y/N) sat down at the table, appearing distraught but no signs of tears marked his face. (Thank goodness for magic.)

"I... I'll tell you later, yeah?" (Y/N) smiled unconvincingly at his husband who simply nodded, trying not to pry.

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I don't like character deaths 👍

Thanks again for reading! (It was lowkey probably the worst thing I've written)

-Author Max <3

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Prompt 77 (Tom Stall x Reader Drabble)

author's note: hah, apparently i enjoy writing for non-existent fandoms, but that's cool! I did say I was craving some domestic sweetness after watching a history of violence and the winter / Christmas prompts were amazing to get started with that!

warnings: none that I'm aware of, also no spoilers for the movie :)

word count: 0.7k

gif by @fancydracula

It was the first Christmas with Tom owning his small diner in your little town in Indiana. You've been a regular there ever since - the beverages were good and the pie was even better.

The fact that Tom himself was kind, quiet and a little shy was simply another perk.

This morning was no different.

"Hi Tom", you greeted the man behind the counter who immediately had a smile on his face.

"Hiya, honey. What can I get you? The usual?"

You nodded and climbed onto one of the chairs right across from him after taking off your coat and scarf. Watching him do all of his little tasks brought you immense joy.

The smile on your own face widened once Tom set down a steaming mug in front of you, as well as a piece of your favourite pie.

"So what are are you up to this Christmas? Visiting family?", you asked, digging into the baked good.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing special. I'll open the diner like usual so everyone who doesn’t have someone to celebrate with either can drop by here."

You let the statement sink in for a few seconds while following his every move with your eyes.

"Do you maybe want to spend the evening at my place?"

The question probably came out quicker than he could understand which made the situation only worse.

"You don't have to obviously! I mean, you could, if you're comfortable. Not that I wouldn't be comfortable with you, I am just saying. Your plan on letting the diner stay open is also good- not just good, pretty great actually." The realisation that you were rambling set in, so with the last bit of courage you had, you quietly added your last statement: "I just don't want you to be alone on Christmas."

His lips were slightly parted as he stared at you. "You being serious?"

You nodded. "I could pick you up after your shift."

Tom put down his hands next to the sink before leaning over the counter, closer to you.

"It's a date then." You felt the blood rushing into your cheeks at his statement. "I might be the luckiest son of a bitch alive", he whispered again and showed you that grin you started to adore.

You were excited.

After finishing the pie and your favourite drink, you went back home to prepare everything for tonight.

And finished just in time - with butterflies in your stomach and feeling good about yourself, you went back to the diner and arrived just as Tom was locking the door to his apartment right next to the diner.

His eyes fell on you as soon as he turned around, pupils dilated. "Holy cow."

"Hi there", you replied softly, a smile gracing your lips. "Ready to go?"

The man across from you nodded and let the keys slide into the pocket of his coat. "Never been more ready."

You chuckled and held out your glove-covered hand for Tom to grab. Where the confidence came from you didn't know, but you also didn't care.

The walk to your place was filled with both comfortable silence and pleasant conversation.

"Here we are", you stated after you unlocked the door and mentioned for your date to head inside.

You were currently standing in the kitchen, pouring two drinks, when Tom cleared his throat.

"Before we do anything else, I just-" He handed you a small envelope. "I suck at giving gifts, but… I hope you still like it."

"Oh my, thank you, Tom! You didn't have to!"

He smiled. "I wanted to. By inviting me over today you literally made me the greatest gift possible and I wanted to return the sentiment."

You pulled out a piece of paper and simply stared at the sheet in your hands.

It was a drawing of inside the diner, Tom behind the counter and you in your usual spot across from him, pie and mug in front of you.

After what felt like forever, you finally pointed at your outfit in the drawing. "Isn't this what I wore when I came into your diner the very first time?"

Tom shrugged once again, a grin playing around his lips as he noticed the smile on your face.

"What can I say? It was admiration at first sight."

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[24hlevi]

Hello. Could you do fluff prompt 9 for Reze if that's alright

im so sorry this is so late i feel so bad for not doing it but here i hope you guys like it

Home Sweet Home

Reze (Chainsaw Man) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: #9 "You've always felt home." from 200 follower fluff prompt list

reze was often out doing her job, which you obviously knew was extremely dangerous given that she was the bomb devil hybrid. that also meant she wasn't around a lot, and that left you alone most of the time, stuck in a worried state of if reze would even come back alive or come back at all, but she never knew these things. when she was on a mission, the only thing on her mind was the mission, and she wouldn't even think about you and how it would effect you if she did end up dying. that's just how she was and how much she cared about the missions she was given.

it was another day when reze was gone on a mission, and she had told you that it was probably going to take a while for her to get back which she never told you, and it only fueled your worry because she would never say how long it would take.

you sat on the couch of the apartment you and reze shared, watching the news when you were about to change the channel they started to report a chainsaw man devil fighting a...bomb devil. your eyes immediately widened when you realized that it was reze fighting another hybrid and soon enough the station stopped when the camera stopped recording and stopped entirely. you didn't even care, though. not about the tv at least, but instead about reze and how she was fighting another devil and how injured she could possibly get.

you heard keys outside of your door as they slid into the lock and the door opened, revealing reze with multiple cuts and bruises scattered across her body. you shot up off of the couch and rushed to the front door and caught the girl when she started to collapse to the ground. "are you okay? come on, we need to get you cleaned up." you said to her as you wrapped your arm around her waist and her arm around your shoulder and started to lead her into the bathroom.

once reaching the bathroom, you lifted reze up and sat her down on the counter before you grabbed the first aid kit and set it beside you. reze didn't speak the whole time you were fixing her up, only sucking in a deep breath whenever she was in pain and letting out a tiny "ow" every now and then. when you were finished, you looked at the girl in front of you as she stared back at you, as if she was waiting for you to say something and when you didn't, she did.

"i'm sorry about this happening." reze said quietly, her eyes averting from yours.

"it's okay. i know how dangerous your job is, so i won't pry or anything. but...i just wish you would tell me when it's a mission like this, one where you're fighting another devil hybrid. because i never know if...if you'll come back or not." you responded, your voice getting quieter and quieter the more you spoke.

reze's eyes went back to yours, and she felt a sudden shot of pain in her heart, a thing she hadn't felt ever before. she could see in your eyes how upset you were about this, and she never had realized before this how her own actions were causing this. she was so used to faking feelings and everything that she forgot that these feelings were real, and that it wasn't for a mission, but instead for real love. her hands cupped your face and leaned forward, placing a kiss onto your lips. usually the kisses between you two were quick and didn’t have much thought put into it, but this time was different, and it startled you for a moment. the way reze was kissing you now was slow and loving, as if she were giving you her whole heart into a kiss. even she was surprised at how she was doing this, having never felt such strong emotions for someone before and not knowing how to deal with it. but she now realized that she really did love you.

when reze pulled back from you, there was a smile present on her face as she looked at you with such love and adoration that you had never seen before from her. her hands were still cupping your face as she began to speak, “you’ve always felt like home, i just never realized until now, but i love you so much.”

a smile grew on your own lips as you have never heard her even say anything close to that ever before. you were always worried that what she felt for you wasn’t even real, after her having to fake it so many times. but it was confirmed now. she did love you, more than she could ever imagine. “i love you too, reze.” 

the girl’s smile grew wider as she pulled you in for another kiss, one just as loving and passionate, but quick, and she then started kissing you all over your face as she kept muttering out “i love you” over and over again. at least she finally found a way to express her love, right?

[starkerhowlter]

I'm Not Sick

Ship: Starker

Rating: T

Contains: stubborn!Tony, Language, a brief discussion of Flu testing

Initial prompt: "a fluffy sick fic! With someone taking care of the other!"

Words: 1,242

Summary: "I'm not sick, Peter!" "Friday, what's his temp?" "101.2 degrees Fahrenheit." "mhm."

Beta'd by and dedicated to my favorite human in the world ever: @cozysafechaotic. I love you lots, keep being amazing 💕

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Peter knows. He's known from the moment they woke up this morning to right now. From the way that Tony pushed away his gluten-free waffles, to the way he fell asleep at his desk. Tony's sick.

After the fifth cough, Peter sighs, "Tony, you're sick."

"I am not!" He coughs again. "There's just something in my throat, that's all!" He takes another sip of water, "I'm fine, babe!" The younger rolls his eyes but turns back to his work, deciding that the man's an adult and can take care of himself.

That is, until four hours later when the man's head hits the desk. "Shit, Tony!" Peter drops his wrench, jumps over the desk, and rushes to the man's side, "Are you okay?" His heart finally catches up with him, and he begins shaking the man gently.

The man raises his head, looking at Peter with a glare, flailing his hands. "I'm fine. I'm not sick! But Fuck, my head hurts."

"I wouldn't expect it to not, you just hit a stainless steel counter and a piece of titanium. I would expect you to have quite the headache! But you do need to go to bed, you're sick."

"No, I'm not!" Tony exclaims, indignant noise slipping out before he can stop it.

"Hey, FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"What's Tony's temperature?"

"101.2 degrees Fahrenheit. A low-grade fever." The robotic voice replies, "Mr. Stark is also showing symptoms of Influenza Type-A."

"That's what I thought. " Peter crosses his arms matter-of-factly and raises his eyebrow. "Now, do I need to escort you to bed or can you make it there yourself while I make you some soup?"

"I'm not sick!" He complains but rises from the desk. "But I will go to bed because you asked me to."

"Go, then." Peter nods, watching the man disappear into the elevator, and for it to ding before going to the kitchen. He turns on the lights before digging in the pantry and finding a can of Italian Wedding Soup. He quickly pours the soup into a bowl and shoves it into the microwave, quickly pressing the four button. He shoots Stephen a text asking if the man could come over with a few tests, and medicine for the older. The timer goes off before he receives an answer.

Peter knocks lightly, before entering their shared bedroom and pressing a damp cloth to the inventor's forehead. "Glad to see you listened to me. Did you get changed into pajamas?"

"Yep," Tony replies, sitting up in bed.

"I made you soup." Peter passes the boy his bowl, "Be careful, it's hot. Also, Stephen is going to come and do some tests on you and figure out what you have wrong with you."

"I told you I'm not --" The man breaks into coughs before he can finish his sentence. "Fuck. Sick. I'm not sick." He takes a bit of the soup into his spoon, sipping it. "Is this my mama's recipe? Oh, it tastes just like being back in Italy" Tony's voice breaks at the end of the statement, sounding almost childlike.

"It's... It's from a can, babe," he admits, "I wouldn't have been able to make your Mama's recipe in that time. I'm sorry. At least now we know you are sick. A healthy Tony wouldn't accept anything less than real Italian Wedding Soup."

"It's okay. This is perfect." The man tilts his head up, asking silently for a kiss.

"Yeah, not gonna happen, honey. You're sick."

"Am not!"

"Tony, you just ate soup from a can. Yes, you are. And I can't cuddle with you, because I can still get sick."

"Babe, we sleep in the same bed, you probably already have it." He sneezes, causing Peter to chuckle lightly.

"Let's not test that theory, I'm going to go wait for Stephen downstairs, eat your soup and watch some TV, and no. doing. work!"

"This is a punishment!" Tony exclaims, "What else do you expect me to do?! Lay here and wither?"

"Maybe, if it means you'll hush," Peter laughs walking out.

"You're a cold one, Parker," The older shouts as the door clicks shut.

About 30 minutes later, Stephen knocks on the door, mask, and gloves already in place. "Where is he?" He asks Peter.

"He's upstairs, follow me." Peter opens the door wider and leads the doctor up the stairs. "Wait here, I'm gonna make sure he's awake."

"Sure! Just let me know when to come in."

Peter knocks gently, before opening the door, "Hi, honey, Stephen's here to give you your flu test." Tony groans, sitting upright on the edge of the bed. Peter nods and opens the door, allowing the doctor in.

"Hi, Tony!" Stephen tries, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit on fire."

"Alrighty, well hopefully we can get you feeling right as rain again quickly. I'm going to do a flu test on you though, just to confirm Friday's reading that Peter told me she had. I'm going to access your medical file before we begin."

"Okay, whatever just get it over with..." Tony complains, leaning back against Peter.

The two watch as Stephen pulls up Tony's health reports and checks his heart, blood pressure, and does a basic checkup. "Alright, this next part will need Peter's help. Just to ensure you don't punch me."

"Alright, I trust you, Strange." The man nods at Peter, instructing Tony to look up slightly.

"Okay, I need Peter to hold your arms back and stay still or it'll hurt." Tony nods, nervously complying with the instructions. "Ready, Left first." The man takes the long swab and begins the Flu test, before doing the same on the other side. "Alright, Tony, it'll take about five minutes for this to cultivate, and let me know if you have the flu, as FRIDAY suggests. I will be back shortly." Stephen opens a portal, stepping through into the Avenger's health lab, and closing the portal.

"Fuck that was uncomfortable." Tony groans, leaning his head back onto his young boyfriend's shoulder.

"You're so dramatic, but yes. It's usually uncomfortable," Peter chuckles, wrapping his arms around the man's chest instead of biceps. "Why don't you eat more of your soup while we wait."

The inventor nods, picking up the bowl and consuming more of the warm food. Peter presses a kiss to his temple, as they wait patiently for the results.

It feels like forever when Stephen returns to their room, piece of paper in hand. "Well, Tony," he begins, "It's nothing serious, but it is Flu type A, good ol H1N1. Luckily your records say you got vaccinated about two months ago, so you should be just fine. If something starts feeling bad, or your symptoms get unbearable, let me know. Go ahead and take this and you should feel better soon." Stephen hands Peter a box of oseltamivir and the report before walking out.

"Thank you, Stephen!" Peter chirps, shaking his hand and leading him out of the penthouse.

"Now, you need some rest for the next few days while you take your medicine. I will bring you dinner in a few hours." He kisses Tony's forehead, before turning off the lights and leaving the room.

Around two weeks later, Tony's better and back in the lab. The two know no personal space and are working on projects for hours on end. Everything is perfect once again in their little world.

And then Peter sneezes.

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