#he also lowkey might have ocd but im not a doctor so

[mediumgayitalian]

"Don't worry about me."

"I'm allowed to worry for people when they are doing stupid, foolish things."

"You worry about everyone."

"False. I've never worried about Cecil Markowitz a day in my life."

Nico snorts, tugging on his boot and yanking on the laces. "Right," he drawls, "and the insistence on walking him fourteen entire fucking miles to the bus stop at the end of camp was because..."

Will flushes. "Because he's stupid, okay. He's actually unwell. I checked his brain and everything. If I leave him alone too long he'll get kidnapped, and then what?" He cocks a hip to one side, crossing his arms and tapping his foot and generally just looking like a carbon copy of his mother. Nico mourns his lack of camera. He needs to send Naomi another snapshot for the Wall of You Do Act Like Me, You Little Shit. "What am I gonna do if he dies, huh? Resort to off-brand Twizzlers? I'd rather kill myself."

The frayed ends of his laces cooperate, finally. He desperately needs new combats but the thought of having to break in a new pair makes him want to strangle the nearest karpoi. Any one of them would do.

Nico pushes himself to his feet, cupping both sides of his boyfriend's scowling face and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, holding there until he feels them soften. He smiles, snickering at Will's huffy pout.

"I am doing one errand," he says, exasperated. "Just one."

Will throws his hands up. "You know who else did one errand?! Orpheus! That's right, dumbass, and he died! So!"

He waves his hands again, because obviously he cannot simply make his point with his words alone. Oh, no. His whole body needs to get involved, or else there is Not Enough Emphasis.

Gods, Nico loves him to death.

To death, and then some.

"You are more dramatic than your father," Nico says, kissing him again before pulling away. "You know that?"

"I thought you loved me," Will grumbles. "I thought you loved me, and then you go around saying such insulting things. Don't you love me? People who love me would never say that to me."

"I have actually heard that exact speech come from Apollo's mouth. Twice, at least."

"I'm about to commit a felony. It rhymes with shmassault and battery."

"Shut the fuck up," Nico says, but he's grinning. Will is scowling hard but doing a very bad job of it, and Nico can actually see the don't you dare fucking laugh you're mad at him you have to stay mad at him flashing around in his eyes.

Nico swipes his thumb gently over his freckled cheeks.

It does not take very long for him to cave.

"I'm just worried," he admits, sagging into Nico's hold. His head, as it always has, fits perfectly in the crook of Nico's neck. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to his temple.

"Knew it."

"Shut up." The quick curve of his exasperated smile twitches against Nico's collarbones. "I just mean. Gods above, Nico. It's all the way across the country."

"I shadow travelled all the way across the world, once," Nico reminds him. He runs a hand through fraying curls. "I was fourteen at the time."

"Yeah, and you almost fuckin' died."

Will pulls away, agitated, and Nico lets him. The fraying curls get worse with every tug of his twitching hands, and the sound of his own echoing pacing makes him jump. The bags are deep and black under his eyes.

Nico sighs.

"Will," he says, and words hard to keep the frustration out of his tone, "Will, sweetheart, you cleared me."

But Will isn't listening. The mumbling has started, and so has the fidgeting; the bandages around his arms twist, and twist, and tug, leaving red marks on his bruised wrists.

"Monitoring hymn," Nico hears him mutter. "Or a lifeline..."

Nico checks his watch. He's -- well, he's late, technically, but he's never been punctual even one time, so it's fine. He's got time. He flops to the marble floors, leaning against his bedpost. He watches his boyfriend, notes the flicker and flash of his glowing freckles, of his spattered burn scars.

You and I both know you will be fine, Chiron had said. He had sighed, long and aged and hard, and stared at his buzzing, fritzy student. It will be good for him. Exposure.

"Will," he calls, eventually. "Tesoro."

Will stops. He blinks, coming back to himself, to the cabin. He searches around, eyes settling on Nico's comfy spot on the floor.

He sighs, shoulders sagging. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. He stands there a long while, still except his breathing, tense.

"Everything is -- green," he says eventually, voice small. "I don't know how to stop it."

"You know how to make it worse," Nico points out, as gently as he can manage. "You've been spiraling for weeks."

"Not -- weeks."

"Since the start of the month."

"Yeah, only a few days."

"It's the thirtieth, Will."

He looks up, eyes wide. "No." He blinks. "Actually?"

Nico's smile is small and sad. "Yes."

"I thought -- I thought --"

"I know."

He doesn't really. He's watched it for years, but he doesn't -- understand, not in the way he understands the depression, the anger, the grief. He and Will have more things in common than they don't, but he doesn't spiral. Not like Will does. His pain has always bubbled and burst its way out of him, tingeing the edge of his vision red and igniting the curl of his fists. His pain has made him quick. His pain has made him quick, it has made him bitter, it has made him miserable, but it has always pushed him forward.

Will's pain gets curled up endlessly inside him, twisting his insides to knots.

It robs him, sometimes.

"Come here."

Will does. The fight has drained out of him, and there are tears in his eyes, even as he tries desperately to blink them away. His bandages lay limp at his sides, fluttering in the breeze from the still-open door.

"It's not that I don't trust you," he says, somewhat desperately. He turns so they're facing each other, criss-crossed knees knocking. "I do."

"I know," Nico says. He manages a small smile. "I always know that, Will."

"Good." His bright eyes soften in relief, fingers rubbing at his sternum. "You -- you're powerful, Death Boy. More than anyone I've ever known."

Nico raises his eyebrows. "Careful with that, Sunshine. You're going to get smited."

"Smote."

"Don't correct me when we're having a vulnerable moment."

"Don't need correcting, then."

Nico's smile widens. Will's, this time, matches, dimple flashing on his left cheek. Nico presses his thumb there, relishing in the sudden heat of Will's face and accompanying rolled, flustered eyes. He lingers, and stares, and stares, even as Will squirms, as the glow turns into something hotter than blood heat.

"I'm going to be okay, my love."

"I know."

"It's one jump. Hazel is waiting, unicorn draught at the ready in case I start swooning like a damsel."

"I know."

"Even my dad knows."

"I know."

"I would actually have to try to die, Will. Like there would have to be real effort on my part."

"Just --" he scrunches up his nose -- "I don't know what you could say that would make me less scared of it. Of losing you."

"I mean it would kind of suck if you did." He tilts their foreheads together, because it looks stupid as shit at this angle, and he knows Will'll laugh. He's right. "Since you love me and everything."

"I suppose it's one of those conditions," Will allows. "The whole caring if you up and die thing."

"Yep."

"S'a real pain in the ass."

"You're telling me. I was just fine being an emo loner, not giving a fuck about anything, and then you had to go ruin it. Now I gotta stress about your wellbeing and shit."

"Must be exhausting."

"Miserable." He reaches for Will's hands and squeezes, hard, until Will squeezes back. "It is the most important thing to me, though. Ever."

Will swallows. "Okay."

"I love you, Will Solace. Even when you are annoying about grammar and when you are prodding me about my iron levels and when you are so far in your head you're losing time." He pulls back slightly, just enough to press a kiss to Will's knuckles. "Especially then."

"I love you, too." Will swallows. "You'll be okay."

"I will."

"And you'll IM me when you get there."

"I will."

"And I'll be okay. Waiting."

Nico smiles softly. "You will be."

Will takes a deep breath. He nods. He stands, pulling them both up, and walks to the darkest corner of the Hades cabin, shoulders tense but face brave. He turns, exhaling slowly, and brushes invisible lint of Nico's shoulders, hands lingering.

"I will see you when you get back," he says.

"When I get back," Nico echoes. He kisses him again. "Worrier."

Will huffs, and Nico laughs, and he lets go, and Will lets him, and he steps into the familiar darkness, and the last thing he sees before the shadows envelope him is the trust in Will's light eyes.

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hi can I have a creepypasta match-up please if you have time no rush!

Im 5'5 and im biromantic, I lean on guys more than girls.

My style is punk but it change whatever mood im in, I have long wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, and tan skin!

My hobbies are playing video games, watching movies, going out shopping and listening to music. I really want motivation to paint and do art but im always tired

My favorite seasons are winter and autumn it just comforts me tbh, there's something about it lol

My personality type is intj, im usually calm and chill but sometimes I can get very chaotic when I feel like it.

My positive traits are being a good listener, protective, laid back, going with the flow.

My bad traits are self critical, getting frustrated and angry at small things, being sensitive or crying out of nowhere, being chaotic and feral.

My favorite animals are frogs, cats, bunnies and lizards!

I struggled alot with anxiety and depression, ocd, and possibly adhd (i have no clue but my doctor said I could probably have it) dissociation disorder.

My date ideals are probably looking at the night sky in the woods or at the beach, going to the movies and arcades. At home we'd just watch Netflix and spend time together! I don't mind cuddles or anykind of kiss!

My love language is quality time and giving gifts. <3

Thank you for doing this when you get the time I hope everything is going okay too!

Oh I feel so bad for how long you've had to wait! But I'm getting to it now 😋

I MATCH YOU WITH:

Bloody Painter

Ugh omg okay this is too cute

I feel like Helen is such a homebody that even with small things like going out to shop is a big move for him (he looks a bit more normal compared to others to so it help with going out in public

He needs a better wardrobe anyways as a lot of his clothes have paint stains

He's not really the type to play video games but he still enjoys watching you play or listening to you in the background especially when you rage quit 🤣🤣

If you have motivation to paint boy oh boy is he the best teacher

Everyone is under the impression they have to be the best especially with art. But art is subjective there is no wrong way to do it

However if you need to learn basics, he'll spent hours with you and share his tools

He also has beginner books for tips and ideas

But if you don't have motivation he has no problem with you just watching him while he still teaches you with his techniques

I feel like Helen would be such a shocker when it comes to date especially if it's in the woods, he'll set up a cute but reasonable date site like maybe some lights through tree branches, a table big enough for you, chairs, maybe some flowers in a vase

Lowkey feel like he's the type to find a flower and place it in your hair 🌸

However with arcades, you could easily beat him a 5 yr old with not the best motor skills could beat him 🤣

You guys definitely spend a lot of time together even if jts in the same room, it's just so safe and comforting to be near each others presence 💖

He would love to give gifts his would just be his artwork be whether it's his emotions towards you, him recreating a photo he took of you and painted it, or sometimes even your favorite songs in a very life like way

Like however the song sounds or feels he'll find a way to paint the way it feels or might look like as well as the color he thinks are associated with it

He does give you things you like tho it's just if he has no money or not sure how to get it he'll paint something for you

He loves your personality tho, he's a narcissist but nothing compares to your own opinion about him

Those people still deserve love 💘

He's very quiet and reserved unless really bothered or really comfortable around someone aka you then he'll become talkative

He needs someone with your personality to mix with his, you guys are very similar but in different ways kind of like ☯️

Oh gosh he'll definitely help you catch random animals as long as there is enough room.and resources to help them. He hates when ppl just take in animals bc of how cute they are but have no way of taking care of them

Luckily a lot of people in the mansion have disorders such as yours and he's very observant so he tries to find a slow and gradual but healthy way to help with your triggers

Tries his best to keep you away from certain situations even tho sometimes they can't be helped

He'll keep a close eye on you especially if you dissociate. He's never really experienced but as much as he can read about it he will never know how it feels

Obviously he's very creative and if you need a certain way to organize your schedule or work area, whatever and wherever you spend a lot of time doing, he'll try to customize it for you (as someone with adhd myself I have to do a lot of color coordination)

Helps you with reasonable and small daily tasks

Not to make you sound like a dog but he'll give you a small treat with each task completed

You drank a bottle of water? X amount of kisses

You took a shower? (Honestly he'd join it cuz I feel like he forgets too sometimes haha) but he'll pamper you during it

Whatever small goals you have you guys will discuss your goals, whether that be a new game, making him go places, etc you get the idea

I hope you liked this 😁😁