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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (8) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n all aboard the speculation train

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selinabui somehow @.rollingstone thought it would be an amazing idea to slap me on their cover?? anyways may 2024 🔜 it has an exclusive interview with urs truly p.s. whoever came up with that nickname for me deserves a raise ♥️♥️♥️ tagged: rollingstone, shotsbynadia, michealpollard, lilybeehair and jesszhang_

oscarpiastri Forgot how to breathe for a sec ↳ tina_kim @ oscarpiastri ur so real for this

linasgirl4 'the speakeasy siren'??? 😮‍💨

eb_jonno i'm confused by your dress ↳ selinabui @eb_jonno i was confused as well, don't worry about it, just admire how good i look

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↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 49m fork found in kitchen, we had to wait over three years for a sophomore album, we'll live ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 47m but then again... no 'new' music makes me think that lina is being sneaky again

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 28m too many people talking about the 'no new music' bit of the interview and not enough talking about how oscar's going to drive lina to florence after the san marino grand prix ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 27m i didn't think it would be possible, but i think i just heard this woman giggle over a man through my phone via a printed interview

amie <3 @mieflrs · 2h it's actually so insane how smoothly the empty bottles pr team buried all the tommy talk. i didn't even notice bc they moved so naturally to 'chris and eb reunion??' and then the rolling stones cover + interview like they just dropped us better things to talk about ↳ amie <3 @mieflrs · 2h slay empty bottles pr team, i really appreciate y'all 🫶

r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/luckyluna9364 5 hours ago Lina x Oscar Timeline

Has anyone worked out the relationship timeline for Lina and Oscar? I've been talking to some of my F1 friends, and there's so much confusion about how and when they met because these two people have barely been in the same country at the same time. This is, of course, if we go off the common perception that Zhou Guanyu was definitely the person who introduced them.

buisms84 · 4 hr. ago op i was literally just thinking about this!! lina's been pretty much stuck in california since the pandemic and oscar flies around for races all the time, it's pretty possible that they didn't meet first but rather started texting? but then when did they start going out because they clearly look familiar with each other. fantstic013 · 4 hr. ago streets are saying as early as silverstone 2023 👀 but we all know lina is super secretive about her current relationships (bar whatever mess thomas howard was)

summersweettea1389 · 3 hr. ago i think the confirmed timeline is what we've all been experiencing these past few months. like there seems to be no other indicator they were linked, even platonically, before that insane hard launch. luckyluna9364 OP · 3 hr. ago I know that Lina can be really sneaky but she also loves messing with us, so I'm convinced she was subtly soft-launching him and we all didn't notice. But you know what I found most strange? Right before the hard launch, a bunch of different new sites were publishing rumours, I'm not super online, but were there rumours earlier? whatthekermitdid · 3 hr. ago ur talking about the rumors of them over the holiday season when they both happened to be at the same party but that was debunked ages ago - they went with different ppl but they may have met there?

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piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h no, i don't think u understand, i'm actually SCREECHING over oscar's answer to the 'texting the wrong person' question from the never have i ever video

↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEAR 🥹

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2h 'most awkward conversation of my life'??? 'not the best way to confess'??? SELINA WHAT DID U SAY TO THIS MAN 😭 ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 3h NO I NEEEED TO KNOW HOW SHE REACTED

lina !!! @EB_selina · 48m everyone keeps tagging/sending me the clip of oscar talking about accidentally texting me about me. guys, i was there, i know it happened, and i will be taking my reaction to the grave ↳ Oscar Piastri @ OscarPiastri · 12m She's embarrassed because she ghosted me for like a week ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 11m sir why are u lying???

june @linafesting · 2h finding out that oscalina's talking stage was oscar giggling and texting his friends how much he liked her and lina ghosting him after an accidental confession is pure comedy ↳ june @linafesting · 2h oscalina, the couple that keeps on giving us anything but photos together

↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 57m wait where did lina mention oscar? ↳ li(n)a @meliabelrose · 44m rolling stone interview, she mentions him like 8 times

r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/luckyluna9364 3 days ago Lina x Oscar Timeline [read new comments]

whatthekermitdid · 5 hr. ago ok so my f1 friend just told me that the never have i ever video was filmed like in february (or earlier) which means that oscalina were going out since at least then BUT (and maybe i'm delulu) i couldn't help but notice that he's v calm about it like it happened a long time ago which is really no help to this timeline

niaphilia283 · 3 hr. ago not to sound clinically insane but have we considered that they've been together for a lot longer than we imagined? thinking logically, selina isn't the type of person to so publically acknowledge a new boyfriend - she didn't even mention tommy until like seven months - and judging by her recent behaviour (the hard launch, the dedicated performance, the birthday instagram post) she's either down so astronomically bad she'll never recover from it OR they've been together for at least two years luckyluna9364 OP · 3 hr. ago if they've been tgt for even longer than ONE year i'd actually lose it bc there's noooo way lina would be that quiet about it niaphilia283 · 3 hr. ago wait i just remembered that two years ago would be around when tommy got engaged and lina def would've made a big deal about any relationship my bad

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clara @ zgy24 · 2h these photoshoots have the same vibe and it was the first thing i thought of 😭

lina for elle china zhou for champion

↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h what a copycat @ZhouGuanyu24 😒 ↳ 周冠宇 | Zhou Guanyu 🇨🇳 @ZhouGuanyu24 · 1h I did it better

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from the phone of oscar piastri

TWITTER

lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h been feeling mean lately, how much trouble should i cause? ↳ EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 2h selina pls have mercy MERCY I BEG

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h it's been an hour since that cryptic ass tweet, i'm shaking lina what do you have up your sleeve

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 32m OH MY GOD WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY????

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 43m We'd like to extend our condolences to @ McLarenF1, we're working on getting her media training, but it doesn't seem to be working ↳ McLaren @ McLarenF1 · 39m We're all in this together 🥹 ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 42m WHAT DID SHE DO???? IS IT THE LIVE?? WHAT DID SHE SAY IM AT WORK SELINA HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME

amie <3 @mieflrs · 29m i just know that pr team has being worked TO DEATH this past week like RIP

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r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/luckyluna9364 6 days ago Lina x Oscar Timeline [read new comments]

luckyluna9364 OP · 1 hr. ago this thread is getting super active after lina's livestream so i'm doing my best to summarise what ppl are saying: - a much longer relationship than anticipated is highly possible; lina was still pretty vague with the timing all she really said was 'long enough' what long enough is to her is up to debate (most are keeping the benchmark at 7mo) - lina mentioned her aunt (zhou guanyu's mother) has invited them to have dinner in shanghai which means that not only has lina's family known and met oscar but also that lina is stopping over in shanghai for a bit before performing in shenzhen (exciting news for the oscalina stans) - her freezing up suggests that she and oscar were keeping a lot of the relationship private or even secret for a while and it was genuinely a mistaken slip that wasn't at all supposed to happen (one can only wonder how oscar reacted) - a couple people think that EB planned the tour schedule around the F1 calendar (there are quite a few overlaps in races and shows) which would mean that they were together BEFORE tour announcement which was back in november - one user is betting their life savings that they met before oscar's f1 debut, for that user's sake i hope it's true.

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thepenultimateword · 7 months

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Skin Crawl

CW: Bugs, Bug horror, bullying

Hero scrubbed uselessly at the permanent marker, but even with the rubbing alcohol stinging their nose and their shoulders sore from vigor, an outline of obscenities stubbornly marred the top corner of the desk.

Hero sighed, leaning back on their heels. How did they even get roped into this? They’d only pointed out the spattering of language to their teacher so that they could punish those responsible. They hadn’t been volunteering to clean up the mess themselves. But the teacher had seemed so pleased with their willingness to help…how could they have refused?

They glanced to the back of the classroom where their dark haired classmate leaned way back in their seat, feet kicked up on their desk, book held open directly overhead.

“Are you…going to help?”

“Sure,” they waved without looking away from their page. “You can go if you want. I’ll do the rest.”

Hero straightened their aching back. “Will you?”

It came out a little snarkier than they’d intended, but Villain wasn’t exactly known for their work ethic. They were always coming to school late, staring off, or ignoring assignments. Unlike Hero, they hadn’t volunteered for classroom cleanup.

Villain cocked their head to the side, raising one dark brow. “How many times have you cleaned this classroom?”

“Well, just this once—“

“How many times have I cleaned this classroom?”

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t count all the times you mess around—“

“Oh yes, you do. You have that cute little book with all the tallies.”

Hero’s face burned.

But for some reason, Villain didn’t sound angry, just…making a point.

"Go on, open up to my page. Tell me how much experience I have staying after school."

Hero shouldered their backpack with a huff. "Ok, I get it. Just...make sure you drop the classroom key at the office when you're done. I don't want to lose the staff's trust because of you."

"Yes, master," Villain said and went back to their book.

Hero hesitated. Part of them still didn't trust their classmate to continue where they'd left off. Could this be a ruse to get them in trouble? Or maybe they just wanted Hero out of their hair and didn't care about the consequences.

Or maybe you need more faith in people.

Ugh. That was hard when everyone in this school had proven untrustworthy. Even the friends they'd made from the 'good crowd' hadn't lasted past the first month of the school year. None of them had what it took to stand up against immorality. They'd rather turn a blind eye and cut ties with anyone who might stir up the hornet's nest.

Whatever.

They grabbed their notebook off their desk and whisked out of the room. Now, what misdeeds had they borne witness to today? They flipped open to the middle of the boo; they might as well report these to the office before heading home.

11:45am--Caleb stuck gum on the inside of his desk sticking together the pages of the math textbook

11:50--Kayla texted in class for half an hour straight and did not complete any of her schoolwork.

12:30--An unknown underclassman with red hair shoved a smaller boy at lunch and took his place in line (please identify).

12:45--Taylor C. was making out with her boyfriend in front of the east stairs between classes, blocking off the way for anyone needing to use them. She also used some choice language against a well-meaning student who asked her to refrain until they left the grounds.

12:48--Victor verbally harassed an underclassman girl in the hallway despite her repeated refusals for acquaintanceship; he did not respond well to outside interven--

Hero's notebook hit the floor with a loud smack.

For a moment all they could do was stare at their empty hands in shock, then they lifted their gaze to the sneering, chiseled face in front of them.

"How many times did it make it into Book Golden Rule now?"

"Only once today, Victor," Hero said, bending for the book. Victor snatched it just before their fingers could brush the spine. At about the same moment, someone kicked them behind their right knee. Hard.

Hero gasped, collapsing onto the sneaker-smudged tile.

Victor flicked casually through the pages, stopping at his own tally sheet near the front. "Wow, my infraction rap is growing. You must be obsessed with me or something. Kinda gross but I guess you can't help it."

A chorus of laughter sounded over Hero's shoulder, and suddenly they were surrounded on all sides. They defiantly looked into the perpetrator's faces, memorizing identities: Caleb, Rick, Renna.

"Just give it back," Hero said dryly. "You're only making this worse on yourself."

Victor laughed now. "Really now? Your self-righteous ego is so big you still think you've got the upper hand here?"

"Not physically obviously, but anything you do to me, I'm just going to add it to my report."

Victor stared Hero dead in the eyes and slowly tore the notebook in half.

"I'm going to beat you so soundly, you won't even look at me without peeing yourself. You're going to look away from everything I do because all you'll remember is the pain of this moment.

"I'd never turn a blind eye for my own personal--"

The words scattered as Victor's fist met their mouth. Before they could recover he hit them again. And again. And again. A cleated food hit them from behind, sending a stab of electric agony up their spine. Dangerous. This wasn't just a scuffle. They wanted to seriously hurt them!

The next punch threw Hero on their back. They'd never been one for envy, but suddenly they wished they had one of those combat powers, super strength, invincible skin, knife fingers, anything actually useful for defeating evil!

Army boots smashed over their fingers.

Hero screamed.

"Shut them up!" Victor snarled.

Caleb's shaved head bent over them, and something knit and strongly scented of sweat was forced between their teeth and far enough in to make them gag. They spasmed but movement only made Caleb lean in harder. They couldn't breathe!

Where was the principal? Where were the teachers? Someone had to be hearing this? Someone here had to care?

The boots hit their ribs and tears gathered in their eyes.

"Aww, the wittle baby is cwying," Renna said. She balanced one foot on the center of Hero's chest and slowly leaned in her weight. "How does it feel when someone steps on you?"

Hero wanted to say that exposing someone for cheating wasn't crushing anything deserved, but there was too much sweater down their windpipe.

"Hey."

The group jolted and some of the wight lifted. Hero's vision was blurred, but between Victor and Rick's shoulders, they made out unkempt midnight hair and lanky limbs. Villain.

"If it isn't Psycho," Victor practically purred. "You want to get a few blows in too? Go nuts."

Hero's screaming insides twisted. They cared more about facts than rumors but they'd also never been this helpless in front of their dark classmate, as alone and outcast as they were but for totally different reasons. Villain supposedly had a penchant for macabre experimentation. Students said they had a devil in them. That they ate the raw innards of animals to feed it and placed curses on anyone who messed with them. There was even a rumor that they dissected a kid who made fun of them in class. Hero always found that one ridiculous, the student probably just moved away. But now, pinned and gagged and Villain getting closer they were having doubts.

Villain stopped directly in front of them. "Let the angel go."

Victor gaped for a moment. "Are you kidding? They write you up almost as much as me. You think all those after-school detentions come from thin air?"

Villain only slow blinked. "I'm giving you 5 seconds to get out of here before I do go psycho. Unlike angel, my problem-solving is more physical."

"Get out of here," Victor said waving Villlain away before back toward Hero, though the rest of his crew looked a little more nervous.

Villain shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Their mouth opened wide, cavernous. The inside might have actually been black for all Hero could see. Though something almost seemed...to move.

The first centipede dropped on Renna's boot.

"What the..." She kicked it off, lip curled in disgust. "Did you just throw--" As she turned back, she let out a splitting scream. Everyone whirled. Caleb lost his grip on the sweater gag, and Hero finally managed to roll to the side, coughing and spitting. When they raised their head again a mass of black centipedes scurried across the floor, swarming the group's shoes and wriggling up their legs. The great arthropods dropped in heavy droves from Villain's lips, some crawling down the sides of his face and neck in rapid desperation to get to the floor. Through it all Villain was still and unflinching though their eyes danced with dark amusement.

"You freak!" Victor shrieked slapping off bugs--all four perpetrators were already littered with angry bites. "You're possessed! You're--"

He cut off as a low buzz gathered in the back of Villain's throat, this time the bugs emerged as a cloud, a swarm of wasps, as black and large as the centipedes.

"Forget this!" Rick cried, taking off at top speed Renna and Caleb were close behind. Victor looked like he wanted to curse them out but all he managed was a rude hand gesture before taking off after his posse.

The centipedes followed in a dark wave, cutting a path on either side of Hero. Villain let them go, though a deep inhale sucked the wasp swarm, and a few stragglers on their shirt, back down.

Hero stared. Villain stared back. Hard black eyes evaluating. Hero's breath caught in their chest, which was probably for the best. It hurt to breathe right now.

“You know it’s being an insufferable goody two shoes that keeps getting you in trouble," Villain finally said.

Hero rose achily to their feet, brusquely wiping their face with a stifled sniffle. "Yeah, well...no one asked you." Tears threatened to spill full force over their lashes, so they began quickly gathering up the pages of their shredded notebook. "I'm going to have to add a tally for physical violence in school. I can't be biased."

Villain barked an incredulous laugh. "You're really something else, you know that?"

"And you have centipedes living in your stomach."

"Not sure if they actually live there, more like they materialize there when I want them."

"And how'd you figure that out?"

Villain smiled. "You mean you don't commonly dream of centipedes?"

Not really an answer but Hero snorted, catching themself with a wince on the wall as they did.

Slender fingers gripped their shoulders. "You should sit down."

Hero obeyed without argument. They probably looked completely pathetic right now. Tear stained, bruised, shaking. They'd always sworn it didn't matter how many people disliked them as long as they had their dignity. So much for that.

Hero ducked their head between their knees.

"Why'd you help me? Victor's right. I get you in trouble almost daily."

Villain slid down on the floor next to them. "Yeah. But being a massive pain in the butt doesn't mean you deserve to get beaten up. Besides, some of the things they do need to be exposed. And...it's impressive that you're not scared to do it."

Hero didn't fully know how to respond. That someone needed to care? That obviously when five students screaming at the top of their lungs didn't even crack a door there was a problem? Yes, they'd realized early on that putting things on paper was the best way to get results, but it wasn't like they were completely without ulterior motives either. Did choosing to confront the bad for self-serving motives make them any better than those who turned away? Villain had called them angel. But they were far from it.

"Is it a power?" Hero said, shoving away the thoughts and pointing at their mouth instead.

Villain nodded.

“Cool.” They couldn’t help the note of awe.

“Really?”

Hero looked them head on. “Yeah. I guess it’s unconventional, but you took on four people and won without moving an inch. That’s a real power.”

"You don't think it's disgusting?” For the first time Villain looked something close to vulnerable. Like Hero’s reply had thrown them off so much they’d forgotten their nonchalance. “It doesn’t make your skin crawl?"

"Not really." Hero looked up and down the vacant hallway. They wet their lips, took a deep breath, and shed their skin. They’d done it in the mirror enough times to know it was disturbing. It wasn’t the sort of shapeshifting that happened in glamorized movies. It was messy. Sometimes bloody if they went too fast. They looked at Villain with a mirror of their face. “That make your skin crawl?"

Villain grinned. "Not really."

A beat.

“So that’s how you get the dirt on so many people.”

Hero flushed and shed back into their own skin.“Most of the time yeah. They usually cover things up if they see me.”

Villain’s eyes roved them up down, hard and cutting and dark, like black diamonds. “Amazing.”

Hero shrugged, trying to pretend that gaze was not cutting them to the core. “It’s not a useful power. I connive against evil. I don’t beat it. After graduation I want to try for Allegiance Academy but…well you saw. What hero team would want someone who can’t even fight? Even with combat classes I’d never compare to the big powerhouses.”

Villain didn’t respond.

Great. Hero opened up to much. They’d gotten whiny with a practical stranger. They’d gotten Hero out is tight spot, not asked for their life’s dreams and woes

“Don’t hero teams need reconnaisance?” Villain said

Hero blinked. “I guess so.”

They’d never really thought about it before. That wasn’t the sort of role that showed up on the news. It wasn’t the thing that got peace prizes or admirers. But…maybe that was fine. They’d always craved power for the sake of being accepted into the academy and eventually chosen for a team, not for the sake of attention. Besides they were used to being alone; they were fine with it.

"Well, I better finish that cleaning," Villain said, pushing to their feet. "I wouldn't dare risk another infraction."

"Villain," Hero said before they got too far.

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For the help. You're...good."

Villain crooked a smile. "Never been called that before. Probably won't again. But I appreciate it."

With that, they were gone.

Perhaps Hero didn't need to be alone after all.

8 years later…

Hero straightened their silk tie in the rearview mirror, a silvery ribboned thing they normally wouldn't have gone for but couldn't say they disliked. Though maybe that was because it suited this face. Round, prim, pink-lipped, nothing like their own drab, haggard countenance. They swore each time they returned to their true skin it looked worse.

They quickly double-checked their current contours with the photo in their glove box. "So, this is our target's lover?"

"Remy Navarro," their earpiece crackled. "They've been together six months, and they are very involved in this villain's inside plans. We're thinking 24 hours tops before you come across something big."

Hero stepped out of the car and began weaving their way through the menagerie of fine-dressed gala members. "Ok, well you rushed me into this, anything else I should know before I find this criminal overlord?"

Their teammate hesitated at the other end of the line. "Just don't act surprised about the legs."

"Legs?" Hero said. "As in, they look weird?"

"As in. there are extras."

"Excuse me? I'm really beginning to think I didn't get a proper debrief."

"It was an unexpected opening. We had to take it. Anyways you're good at improvising."

Hero dodged around a cocktail tray. "I appreciate your faith in me, but I'm better at improvising when I've had a week to carefully study my subject's personality and mannerisms. I mean what is my personality? Are they an affectionate couple?"

Silence and then finally, "You'll be fine."

"Are you kidding me? Other Hero! Other Hero?"

They'd dropped the line, hadn't they? Hero sighed, stuffing the earpiece into their pocket. Sure, they'd do better without distractions, but this was verging on insanity. Other Hero had better gather more info on their new identity before tomorrow.

They stopped in front of an intricately carved set of double doors at the tops of the stairs. The private quarters of the newest villainous boss their team had begun tracking. The assignment was a rush job so all they had was a blueprint layout and the supposition that tonight's gala was prepared as a cover for something big.

They rapped quietly on the wood before immediately easing the door open. Lovers would be comfortable enough to do that, right?

A tall figure turned as they entered. Long midnight hair fell over dark-clad shoulders. Dark, hard eyes stared out of an even harder face. And yes, there were extra legs, though not the kind Hero had been expecting: they were black, rigid, clawed things sticking out from their sides, almost like those of an insect. Meanwhile, a pair of pitch-colored moth wings folded on their back, the tails gliding on the floor like drapery.

"Took you long enough," the villain said. A black centipede crawled down their cheek and settled like a parrot on the villain's shoulder.

Hero froze on the threshold, desperately trying to connect their dropped jaw back to their brain so they could snap it shut.

It had been years since they'd seen this dark figure; their jaw seemed even sharper, their lankiness had turned to elegant slenderness, and the bug parts were new, but Hero recognized them immediately.

Villain.

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Jack Grealish (Manchester City) - Snowman

Day 9 of Christmas

Y/n and Jack had bee running around the house since late last night, making sure that their daughters Kayla and Sophie's Christmas was perfect. They had laid out Kayla's Manchester City kits on the sofa, along with her various other toys from 'Santa'. Jack had taken the pleasure of eating the biscuits and the brandy since Santa apparently prefers a glass or two of brandy before leaving the house and going to the next.

The sunlight had just about shone through their curtains when they heard their daughters barging through the door, Kayla slapping down hard on her Dad, with Sophie trying to jump up on the bed. "Dad! Wake up! Santa came!" Kayla squealed. Sophie had given up on climbing the bed and ran over to her mum's side of the bed and poking her, babbling along. Y/n smiled and lifted the 2 year old before patting Jack beside her. "Jack, love." He grumbled. "Can we skip Christmas this year?" He asked. "No!" The two girls replied. "Silly dad!" Kayla giggled, pulling at his arm. "Can we go? I wanna see the presents!" He groaned and nodded, before hopping out of bed and throwing on his night gown. Oh god how he had turned into such a typical Dad on Christmas day.

They crept downstairs, Jack leading them all. He opened the door slightly and peaked in. "Oh dear, I can only see coal-"

"No!" Kayla nearly sobbed. "Only messing." Jack replied before opening the door fully and turning the light on to show a living room full of gifts, big and small. Kayla ran around, not knowing which to open first. "Y/n let Sophie waddle around, touching all the presents and grabbing some to bring back to help open, whilst Jack sat beside Y/n and watched Kayla run around tearing into her gifts. "Why's it got your name on it?" Kayla asked. "Well, Grealish is your name too, sweetheart." Jack replied. "I would've liked Haaland better." He looked back to Y/n who hid her laugh by smiling with Sophie at her colourful new toys.

As the day went by, Jack helped Y/n in the kitchen as they watched their daughters play outside in the snow. "We'll bring them in soon. Make sure they don't get sick." Jack said as he cut the carrots. "Let them finish the snowman first. This is the first snow they're actually allowed to play in." Y/n said. "I know I just-"

"Hi mum! Hi dad!" Kayla said sprinting in and running upstairs, whilst Sophie stood at the door giggling. "What's funny?" Y/n asked. She pointed at Jack who forgot he had Kayla's Christmas headband still on his head. "What? Do you not think I look stylish, Soph?" He asked while posing and making her giggle even more. "Silly daddy." Y/n chuckled along as she bent down to zip up Sophie's coat a bit more. "You haven't called me that in a while, love." Jack joked. "Jack, I-"

“Dad?” Kayla asked. “Can we use this scarf?” Jack looked at the designer scarf she held in her hands. “That’s Gucci.” Jack said. “You named your scarf?” Jack shook his head. “No, no. It means it's special.” Kayla’s eyes lit up. “So it’s perfect for our snowman. He’s special too.” Jack looked over to Y/n who looked back amused, almost to say 'Do it.' Jack let out a sigh and nodded. “I suppose so.” He said. Kayla cheered and ran outside, chucking the scarf around the pile of snow with coal as a mouth.

"Mum!" Kayla called in. Both parents looked out as Kayla pointed to what they believed to be the snowman. "It looks like dad now!" She shouted, making Sophie burst into a fit of giggles. Y/n laughed. Jack simply looked over to her, the same way he did the first Christmas he spent with her. Oh how the times had changed. From having to spend them away from eachother, to now spending them with their two daughters. He loved this woman and he loved the two little ladies out the back, laughing at something that bared no resemblance to him bar the Gucci scarf. "It's identical." Jack said. Y/n turned back to face Jack and nodded, matching the same face of love and adoration as he did. "The spitting image, love."

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 5 days

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Helpless part 40, It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us

"Neeks, you awake?"

"What time is it?" The Hades child mumbled, pushing his hair out of his face.

"11:24."

"How the fuck am I still tired?"

"Because you still need to catch up on sleep and you're off drugs medical and others after a while so you're still adjusting."

"I'll be honest I didn't process half of that." Will rolled his eyes teasingly, walking over to mess up his hair more than it already was. Will started to look through some files he'd brought in with himself as Nico started to get ready,

"Can I braid your hair?"

"You know how to braid?"

"Not very well, but Kayla made me learn a few years ago before she had to let Aussi cut her hair on a dare."

"I can imagine how well that went, but sure." Will sat next to him, brushing out and parting his hair before starting to do a french braid. "Do you have the second volume of Heartstopper?" Will laughed, quickly kissing Nico on the cheek.

"I can't believe I thought you were straight but yes, I have all the books."

"I can't believe I thought you were straight."

"Think you were the only one Neeks."

"Oh shut up Solace."

"Don't think I will di Angelo."

"Gods save me."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Nothing." He answered almost instantly,

"Not an option."

"I'm not hungry." He promptly ignored him and pulled out three ceral bars from his pocket,

"Pick one."

"Leave me alone."

"Do you feel sick?"

"I- I- just... can't, drop it William."

"I'll leave them here, just eat when you can, alright?" He said, half hugging him.

"Fine."

"Nico, have you considered talking to someone? Maybe keeping a journal as well?"

"Only if you'll also get help." He couldn't think of something he wanted to do less but Will needed help, desperately.

"It's not your job to worry about me."

"Will, I'm your boyfriend, it really is."

"Are you comfortable with the idea of talking to someone?" He was fine, he knew he was worthless what's the point of lying to himself.

"N-no." Fuck, this wasn't going the way he hoped.

"Nico, you don't need to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, that won't help. Also... I'm sorry about last night.. I- it's- yeah I'm just sorry."

"Will, no one's perfect, you need help, please, just try to."

"Neeks, I'm fine, really. I was just shocked last night and yeah, there have been a lot of people in the infirmary because of the war normally it's just less hectic." Lying through his teeth, he hated himself for it but that's fine, just another thing to add to the endless list. He wasn't Nico's responsibility, he doesn't need anything else on his mind.

"Just, take a break every now and then, I swear you're always working."

"Actually Kayla's ban me from working for the rest of the week soooooo."

"Good, you need it. Wait does that mean I don't get to see you for a week?"

"Nope, you can't get rid of me that easily. Apparently I'm too much of a simp for that, but I have a feeling she's timing it to make sure I don't spend the whole day here."

"I can see that happening, but you need a break so she is completely right."

"I really hate you sometimes di Anglo."

"I know." He whispers, blowing the son of Apollo a kiss.

"Solace, times up!"

"Better go Sunshine, also... I'll try journaling, I don't know if it'll help but I'll try."

"I'm proud of you Neeks," He ruffled his hair before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he kissed him back, wrapping his hands around his neck."I'll see you soon."

***

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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AN: hehe I like this one 😘

Synopsis: You tell Jack all the things you would do to him if you were his girl

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Singer!Reader

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It was no secret to your close friends how hard you had been crushing on Jack Harlow lately.

You were a famous singer and have been eyeing him for awhile.

An entire year to be exact.

You really got excited when you heard through mutual friends of the two of you how big of a crush he had on you as well.

You also might have heard how he had a poster of you in his childhood bedroom that he hadn’t taken down to this very day.

You didn't think he would be all that interested in you considering there was a little bit of an age gap.

He was 24 while you would be turning 30 later that year.

You two actually hadn’t crossed paths yet seeing as you were recording your new album, planning for your lingerie line, and now launching your make up line so essentially you didn’t have time to date anyone.

But you would make an exception.

If he was 6′3, had curly hair, and was from Louisville, Kentucky.

It had been such a busy day for you and you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was stuff your face with chinese food as you laid in your bed.

You were thankful that you had the next two weeks off to rest and then you would be back at it again.

It was Wednesday night when suddenly you got an alert on your instagram.

jackharlow tagged you in a post

Well, shit.

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urbanwyatt: I still remember her poster being on your wall and the day you bought it

jackharlow: had to admire that beauty on a daily basis urbanwyatt

dojacat: you didn't know she's already mine?

jackharlow: nah I'm shootin my shot so don't you come in here and mess it up dojacat

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jackharlowsource: OMG SHE RESPONDED

druski2funny: I see you my boy! jackharlow

jackharlow: soooo yourinstagramname are you in L.A. right now? 👀

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jackharlow: yourinstagramname how about next week? 🤔

yourinstagramname: jackharlow and if I am what did you plan on doing?

jackharlow: yourinstagramname that's for me to know and you to find out mamas 😘

yourinstagramname: hmm jackharlow I guess I'll see you in a week then 😉

jackharlowfan34: HE GOT HER! HE GOT HER!

jackharlowfan56: Jack has been crushing on her since foreverrr. they would be so cute together ❤️

yourinstagramnamefan: I'm excited to see what happens between them 😍😍

The week passed by quickly and your close friends noticed that you were a bit too excited. They were happy about it, but on guard as well.

You hadn't dated anyone serious in about two years.

Your last relationship had did a number on you and you knew that you needed to heal from it.

The problem was that you wore your heart on your sleeve and tried to see the good in everyone and everything.

And that's where your weakness was.

People took advantage and then left you to fend for yourself like nothing happened.

You had been cheated on, lied to, someone had gotten a girl pregnant while in a relationship with you. Basically you hadn't been lucky in the love department.

And it made it harder since you were famous. You didn’t know who wanted you for you or for your money.

You and your best friend Kayla were sitting next to each other on the flight back to L.A. in a comfortable silence on your private jet when she broke it.

"Y/N..."

"What's wrong?"

"I know you're excited about meeting him and all that but just... protect your heart this time."

"I will, but I don't even know if anything is going to come out of this."

You shrugged and you were simply being honest.

If it happened, it happened.

But if it didn't, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

It was sad that you were almost anticipating disappointment when it came to relationships.

"It's just... I worry about you. I mean in your last relationship he literally had a baby on you while bringing that bitch in your house like it was nothing."

"Don't remind me."

"I'm sorry, but you are my best friend and you've been through a lot of shit. I just want someone who is going to love you for you and not your money."

Well you couldn't argue with her on that front.

"I know and I'm thankful I have you to look out for me."

"Always mamas. Been riding with you since pre k and that won't ever change."

You and Jack had been texting back and forth throughout the week trying to get to know each other better.

You found out he was extremely funny and his favorite color was purple.

But he mentioned that anything and everything was his favorite color on you.

Jack- So I heard you like to cook

You- you will gain 100 pounds eating my food if you aren't careful 🤣

Jack- naw I'll burn it all off when it comes to the bedroom activities 😏

You- oh will you now? I've heard you go by missionary Jack

Jack- you have to wait and find out. no spoilers pretty girl.

You- well, I'd make you call out my name and ask who it belongs to. But I'm not so I can't and I won't but if I was your girl 😏

Jack- stop playin in my messages mama. got me all bricked up and shit. 🙄

You- who said I was playing Jackman?

Jack- how much longer until I see you?

You- let me get settled and I'll text you. By the way, I was serious about what I said.

Jack- which part? 🤣

You- don't play with me lol I'm not doing any of those things unless there ends up being a title.

Jack- well looks like I gotta make you my girl first then, huh?

You- and may the best man win 😏

Jack- wait what

You- see you soon 😘

Jack- naw ain't no see you soon who am I competing with!?!

You- yourself so make sure you don't fuck it up

Once the plane landed, you and Kayla were on the way to your house and would be spending the next few weeks with you.

It was around 3 in the afternoon and you planned on taking a shower and relaxing for a little bit before you let Jack know you were ready for whatever.

Once you had gotten settled, it was around 6 and Jack had sent you a text.

Jack- Mamas....

You- Yes?

Jack- I been waiting all day to see you 😌

You- I won't make you wait any longer. I'll send you my address to come get me. 😉

Jack- wear something casual

You- let me see what I can find

You were excited and nervous at the same time and you just hoped that the way you vibe through talking on the phone was the same in person. Once you were finally ready, you went outside and got Kayla to take a few pictures for you.

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jackharlow: I'm outside stink

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jackharlow: dojacat you mean MY girl, right?

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You walked outside to see Jack leaning on the side of the car waiting for you and he was all smiles.

"Hey pretty girl."

You went up to him and hugged him while taking in his scent.

Definitely LV.

"Hi."

"You ready mamas?"

"Yeah, where are we going?"

"Go kart racing. That's why I told you to dress casual." He answered as he opened the passenger side door for you.

"You not tryna see me on the track Harlow. I'm about to whoop your ass."

Jack had to have been doing some digging on you since go kart racing was one of your favorite things to do while you were off and you haven’t gotten to do it in awhile.

"We'll see about that. Actually let's make a bet. If I win, I get a second date."

"Who's to say I want a second date?"

"Damn mamas, you really about to do me like that?"

Jack turned onto the highway as he handed you the aux.

"Let's make it through this one first."

As much as you truly wanted to be in a relationship with someone, you had to be practical so it wouldn’t come to bite you in the ass later.

Luv is Dro immediately blasted through the speakers as you connected your phone and Jack was all smiles.

"You were listening to me, stink?"

"Of course. Been a fan for awhile and besides it's definitely one of my favorite songs."

"Well we can make that a reality."

"Stay in my good graces Harlow and we will."

"Well shit at least that let's me know I got a chance."

---

The two of you were now casually taking a stroll in the park near your house. After go kart racing, the two of you grabbed dinner but weren't quite ready for the night to end even though it was close to one in the morning.

"Aww, stink. Fix your face. You might beat me next time."

Jack was now pouting because not only did you beat him once, but multiple times around the track.

"I let you win, mamas."

"I know you don't expect me to believe that. As bad as you wanted a second date?"

"I underestimated you. I admit."

"It's okay. I'm thinking a second date might not be a bad idea."

"Wait, really?"

"Look, I like you. I really do. But, I need to take my time with this."

"I got all the time in the world for you. I'll go at your pace because I don't want to mess this up."

"I just... I've been hurt a lot and I don't think I'm ready to dive in head first. I've noticed that because I always want to see the good in people it makes me end up in situations that could have been avoided."

"I promise that won't happen if you give me the chance."

"People have promised me a lot before letting me down. So how about this, don't promise me anything, just show me."

"I'll show you that being with me is going to be the best decision you ever made."

And Jack definitely didn't disappoint. He let you take your time and go at your own pace like he said he would and you couldn't have been more thankful for that.

It had been about four months since the two of you began talking and the Billboard music awards were coming up. Award shows weren't usually your thing and you were going back and forth on your decision to go or not.

You hadn’t gone in at least three years.

That was until Jack asked you to go with him.

"I wanna show off my girl." Is what he told you and since you weren't doing anything else that night, you agreed.

But, you weren't his girl, not yet.

You both were now in the hotel getting ready and you were mesmerized as Metta was working on Jack’s outfit.

Sittin’ over here starin in your face with lust in my eyes sure don’t give a damn and ya don’t know that I’ve been dreamin of ya in my fantasies

“Stink, take a picture it’ll last longer.” He teased while coming over to pinch your cheek.

“I just might, but before I do I have to go get ready myself.”

There had been a delay with your outfit getting to you, but at least your hair and make up was already finished and that typically took the longest.

You added your signature hello kitty chain in order to complete the look.

When you were finished, you walked out to see Jack and just knew he was about to start drooling.

“Jack, close your mouth baby.” You said as you winked and went to look in the mirror while Metta and Urban laughed.

“Well, how am I supposed to with you looking like that?”

“I know it’s hard, but people will think that there is something wrong with you once we hit that red carpet.”

“I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

You simply sighed.

You were excited to go with Jack however, you wanted for this night to be over with.

It’s not the fact that award shows made you uncomfortable, it just wasn’t your scene.

You were an introvert and would had rather been in your house with Jack watching them instead of being in person.

However, Jack was nominated for at least three awards and he was excited and you weren’t about to be a debbie downer and mess that up for him.

You were nominated for at least five but couldn’t care less.

So, you had to go and support your man who is not actually your man yet, right?

After taking about twenty pictures, everyone piled into the black escalade in the front of the hotel and the nerves were now starting to set it.

You knew that the hotel was only about ten minutes from the venue so you had ten minutes to get yourself together.

You figured Jack could tell because you were holding onto his hand for dear life.

“Stink, you okay? I feel like you’re about to break my hand.”

You loosened your grip before mumbling a quick apology.

“I know this really isn’t your scene, Y/N, so thank you for coming and supporting me. It does mean a lot and I don’t take this lightly mamas.”

“Literally only for you Harlow, and you owe me for this.”

“I have an idea of how I can make it up to you. Definitely involves no clothes though.” He mumbled the last part so that only you could hear it and you immediately smirked before letting out a laugh.

“Hmm, who knows, tonight might be the night you get lucky.”

And it would be the night you got lucky yourself.

A few minutes later, the car had now stopped and it was showtime.

You had calmed down for a few minutes, but now Jack could sense your nervousness.

“I got you baby. Let me go first and then I’ll help you out. Don’t let go of my hand.”

“What is this, Titanic?”

“Stink, stop playin with me. Besides we do have the same name.”

You shook your head before giving him a nod and letting him know you were ready.

The door opened and Jack got out first and you could immediately hear the screams.

He had his back turned to them within a second to look over at you and to make sure that you were okay and ready to get out and walk beside him.

“You ready?”

You simply grabbed his hand as he helped you down and the screams got even louder.

“Jack and Y/N, over here!!”

“Give us a big smile!”

“How in the world did he get her?!”

“They look so good together!”

“We definitely do.” Jack whispered in your ear as you both posed for a series of pictures.

Afterwards, an interviewer from E! who you knew as Denise Langston motioned you both over to her.

Here goes.

“Well, isn’t this a sight to see? Jack Harlow with Y/N Y/L/N on his arm.”

“He practically begged me to go so here I am.” You joked while poking Jack’s side.

“Baby, don’t show off now that we’re in front of company.” Jack replied while smiling down at you.

“It seems as if you two have been together forever the way you look at each other.”

“Well....” You immediately cut Jack off.

“He actually hasn’t asked me to be his girl yet so...”

“Jack, what are you waiting for? Doja is here and you already know if she hears about this she’ll snatch Y/N up for herself!”

“Damn, Y/N, did you have to put me on blast like that? I had to take my time with her because she’s special and I don’t plan on letting her go.”

“Will you just ask her already?!” You heard Urban say from behind you and you stifled a laugh.

“Y/NY/L/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?”

“Hmm, let me think about it.”

“WHAT, we’re on national television and you have to think about it?!”

“Yes!”

You then reached up to kiss him and he reached down to meet you halfway.

Then you heard felt someone sneak up next to you. Doja Cat of course.

“Y/N, if he messes up, you know where to find me.”

“Where did you even come from? And I don’t plan on it. Might have to put a ring on it soon.”

“Well, look at that! You heard it here first straight from the red carpet on the Billboard awards. We have our new it couple, Jack Harlow and Y/N Y/L/N!”

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sawyer-is-not-my-name · 1 year

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Will Solace x half-Sibling reader x Apollo (platonic/family dynamic)

Cw: the readers mom is toxic at times and controlling

You sat in cabin 7, a lyre in hand the music seeming to just pour out of you, it was a natural born gift you had. Or at least that's what your mom called it. You brows furrowed as you shook your head, not liking the way it seemed to play. It wasn't perfect you knew your mom would've said something about it, if she were in the room. You put down the instrument, frustrated that your mom was all you could think of. You were in your father's cabin for gods sake, why were you only thinking of your mom.

You tried to forget about all the competitions you had done for your musical skill, all the time you spent practicing instead of sleeping, the strive you were forced to have to be perfect. A wrong note would've gotten you grounded, your mom only expected the best. She needed you to be the best, almost as if you winning all those competitions would bring your father back to her. It was exhausting.

You felt tears well up as tried your best to hold it together. You wanted more than anything to quit playing music, something you couldn't even escape while at camp. You had to practice so when you went back home after the summer, you'd be able to go straight back into competitions. If you didn't do well at the competitions you wouldn't be able to come back to camp. That was the deal you had with your mother. You couldn't even stop and try doing other things, all your time went to practicing.

You wanted to break the stupid the lyre, but you felt as though your dad wouldn't like that. Your shoulders gave way as you leaned down, getting ready to pick the lyre back up.

"hey, do you mind helping me in the infirmary today? There's gonna be a match of capture the flag today, so there's bound to be far too many injuries along with that." You nodded while standing up, you weren't one to go off and do things when you were supposed to be practing, but he needed help. "Yeah I can help, I'm not sure if I'll be much help but yeah I can try!" He smiled at you, "you're an Apollo kid, trust me you at least have some medical talent, even if music is your forte." The music joke, flew over your head though.

He could tell that you weren't fully invested in music, he realized pretty early on that you struggled reading music the first time you saw it, most of your skill came from muscle memory. You memorized the movements not the notes, he knew your passion wasn't music, and he was making it his mission to help you realize that. So when he saw you sitting there clearly upset and frustrated with the lyre in your hands, he decided to have you help him.

-----

He brought you into the infirmary with him, showing you around pointing out the various tools you might need, showing you where the ambrosia was. He could almost see a hint of a spark in your eyes as he showed you how to use things.

Kayla came up to you both, "Will, I really hope your gonna have him help you so you can teach him. You're not just gonna send him on his own right?" Will laughed slightly, "yes he's gonna help me, I wasn't planning on leaving him to figure it all out, I don't wanna overwhelm the poor boy on his first day in the infirmary." He smiled at you warmly.

----

When people started coming in it was you were a little overwhelmed, but then you seemed to know what to do. As if a voice in your head told you everything, maybe your father was helping you, or maybe it was just what you were meant to do. If people weren't in pain, maybe you'd even call it fun.

A few campers in, Will let you take the reigns, settling for supervising to make sure you didn't mess up. You were doing amazing he didn't have to tell you what to do, or correct your methods, you were acting as if you'd been doing this as long as he had.

When he was sure that you were okay on your own he told you he was gonna leave you to help other patients. You just smiled at him and nodded. He left to help a camper by Kayla.

"Have you seen y/n? He's doing amazing, he's a natural Kayla!" She nodded agreeing, "I'm gonna be honest, I didn't have much hope but he's a natural healer! I thought his thing was music, but he's doing amazing here! I think he's a healer!" Both of them were on the same page.

----

By the end up the day, you found yourself proud. You seemed so good at healing, and it was something you liked doing.

You sat at the Apollo table next to Will at dinner. Your half brother turned to look at you before saying, "you think you could help us in the infirmary tomorrow? You're really good at it, and we could use the extra help!" You shook your head, reality sinking in, "I have to go back to practicing tomorrow." Your stomach felt weak at the thought, your mother was very clear about what your future held. Medicine wasn't in that, she wanted you to have fame, money she wanted you to do something that would benefit her. When you learned of your father, you had asked her about taking a different path, and that didn't go well.

You got up and left the table. Your food left uneaten, no longer having an appetite. Your feet took you back to the cabin, your bunk near the back. You sat down grabbing your lyre and started practing from memory. The cords strumming out fine, but fine wasn't enough. You kept trying until it was perfect, before moving onto playing the violin your mother had insisted you also learned this summer, stating that the lyre wasn't enough anymore. Your fingers ached, but you kept going while everyone was at dinner.

----

By the time everyone was back, you were asleep the lyre and violin stuffed back under your bunk. Will was a little disappointed as he was planning to talk to you, but he didn't let himself dwell on it, he'd talk to you tomorrow.

When he woke up though, you were already gone. Your violin and lyre missing, but the rest of your stuff still here. You had gone somewhere else to practice. He was disappointed, he was. He wanted to talk to you, to try and see if you were okay.

----

You were outside by the lake, practicing the violin. The sheet music had note names scribbled in. Your hands already ached not used to playing the violin, you were miserable your brain hurt as well, from trying to read the music, but you didn't stop.

You kept doing that for a week, you weren't getting better in fact you seemed to get worse. Will's concern for you grew, his younger brother was never around him let alone around the camp at all. He didn't even know where you went off too during the day.

----

Today however you woke up, and went grab your violin and lyre but they were missing. They weren't anywhere to be seen, not under the bed, not in the cabin, not outside of the cabin. They were nowhere.

You sat down outside the cabin worried, what would you tell your mother. That you lost the new Violin your mother bought and the lyre your father had gifted you. Oh hades! What would your father even think, you lost one of the only things he ever gave you.

You put your head in your hand and just cried, you hadn't noticed the way the sun shone down on you, or the presence that appeared beside you. "My child, you must go easy on yourself." You looked up your father right beside you, his aura seemed to calm you but not enough. "I'm sorry father" the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them, you figured he was hear to yell at you for losing the lyre. Your father shook his head, "Son, it was not your fault. You didn't lose anything, I took them." You looked at him shocked, you didn't know whether to be made at him or if you should be grateful.

"you weren't meant to do music, it's not where your abilities lie. Don't push yourself for something, that you don't want to do." You shook your head, "I can't, what would I even tell my mother. If I don't do music, I can't come back to camp." Your father sighed, "how about we talk to your mother together?" You nodded, he stood up offering you a hand, "now?" He nodded "now, son" you stood up taking his hand before he transported you both to your moms.

You stood in the kitchen trembling slightly behind your father, your mother didn't look happy. "What'd he do?" Apollo shook his head, "nothing, I took the lyre and the violin. He's not having a career in music. It's not what he was meant to do." Your mother looked pissed, but it was clear she knew better than to argue with a god. "You're not supposed to interfere directly." He shook his head. "I didn't, I acted through someone else."

He had helped Will notice y/n, and he had asked a favor from Hermes to get one of his boys to steal the lyre and violin. So he hadn't interfered directly. "My son will choose his own path." He didn't have to say anything else. Your mother knew better than to argue anymore than she had, if she argued things would probably end badly for her. She just nodded, your father smiled at you, before bringing you back to camp.

He brought you to the infirmary, walking in and bringing you towards Will. "He's gonna be working in here from now on, I think" Apollo looked down at you for approval, you had the option to say no, just having the option was enough, but you had a feeling healing was the way you wanted to go. "Yeah, if that's okay with you Will?" Will nodded smiling at you, "of course it is okay, you're a natural literally!" You smiled at your brother, going to turn around to say a 'thank you' to your father but he was gone. You had a feeling he already knew though.

#male reader insert #pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo x male reader #riordanverse #x male reader #male reader #fanfic #percy jackson #will solace x m reader #will solace x reader #will solace x m!reader #will solace x male reader #will solace

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torukmaktoskxawng · 3 months

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not to bash neytiri but it is bad that u want mo'at to be kinda close to spider (I blame ao3 for this), and mo'at just yelling at neytiri. Oh no I just realized Mo'at and Ronal can never meet because they will make Kayla and Spider take care of themselves

I blame ao3 for all of my Adopted!Spider feels 😭

I would like to think Mo'at doesn't have any ill thoughts/feelings about Spider. Mo'at has lost almost everything to the Sky People, but I don't ever see her pinning all that hatred onto a child. She's too wise and ethereal for that, in my eyes.

Her daughter is very headstrong, angry, and pretty quick to action/violence regarding the Sky People. It's understandable. Neytiri's sister was shot right in front of her when she was close to Neteyam's age so the Sky People have left a bad taste in her mouth ever since. And while Mo'at did lose a child, she would never blame another child for that.

So, yes, I'd like to think Mo'at cares for Spider's well-being and wishes nothing but the best for him. Kayla, too. And if you thought one tsahik was bad, imagine two getting after you to take care of yourself 👀

Mo'at and Ronal is a storm you DO NOT wanna mess with

#tsamsiyu ta'em fic #ask anla #mo'at #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #atwow fic #atwow fics #atwow fanfic #atwow fanfiction

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nat-amethyst · 1 year

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Plague!Will being confirmed is so fucking cool - it also pairs with what was said by Apollon himself in the Hidden Oracle. Apollo asked Kayla & Austin to curse the colossus Neronis with a plague in case he missed his shot.

All of Apollo's children can plague someone, they just choose not to or don't know they can do it. My take is that they actually don't know it's one of their powers. Since it seems to come from their dark side and they have always been described as a sunny, chill, extrovert bunch, it would make sense. Especially for Will, since he has stated clearly in tsats that he loves being a healer and that, as a counselor, he ought to keep his calm no matter the mess. Him tapping into his dark side, embracing it to protect his boyfriend ? Man, I love it.

#plague!will #will solace #the sun and the star #tsats #tsats spoilers #EXCUSE ME BUT I FUCKING LOVE PLAGUE WILL SINCE DAY 1 SO I'M OVER THE MOON YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES IT'S CANON GO MY SON EMBRACE YOUR DARK SIDE #plague!will solace

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floating-in-the-blue · 5 months

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How about tattoos and childhood friends. I like the sound of that one.

How about trying Julie with Flynn and or Carrie or Alex with Luke and or Reggie. (or you can do Willex if you'd prefer - I'll love anything you write)

Oooh, the muse wants to go angsty with this one. And it got surprisingly long so I'm putting it under a cut.

So, Carrie is successful with the Candies, Julie (even more) successful with the phantoms and the two of them manage to stay mostly civil whenever they're forced to interact during awards shows or whatever but everyone knows they don't really get along and that there's beef. The media tries to pry but they're both evasive.

If this isn't a shippy story, Julie is probably married to Luke by this point and she mostly tries to just ignore Carrie's existence and concentrate on her career, her husband and also whatever future plans they may have.

Carrie probably has a string of pretty but meaningless boyfriends, tbh, and I could also see her starting petty beef with the girls in her band so maybe only Kayla is left from the original crew, the other spaces taken over by new candies.

But Carrie is Fine! Everything is Great! She's gorgeous and famous and rich and lives the good life but. ... something is always telling her that she isn't good enough. That she works too hard when other people seem to never have to lift a finger for their success (which isn't true of course but you know).

But she goes to therapy (her Dad insisted) and has a moviestar boyfriend turned fiancé and she doesn't care that the media just found out that Julie is pregnant because she doesn't even want that picket fence life with five kids Julie always talked about.

And then everything starts crumbling. Her moviestar fiancé cheats on her with a costar, her Dad is diagnosed with Something (but potentially fatal) and in the hospital, and she gets into a bad fight with Kayla that has the potential to be the breaking point for their friendship and Carrie spirals out and crashes and drinks too much and she doesn't know what she did wrong! Why was she already so unhappy even when she seemed to have everything she wanted? Why is everything so terrible now?

After a bad night and a morose day, she gets into her car and starts driving and she has no idea how she ends up on the Patterson-Molina doorstep but here she is.

Julie is not happy to see her. She's in the middle of putting groceries away, and waiting for Luke to get home so they can have a nice night out before their nights will be all eaten up by the baby, and the neighbours's gardeners have been going on her nerves all day.

But. Carrie is a mess. And you don't turn away people when they're hurt. Even if they hurt you in the past.

So she invites her in and parks her at the kitchen counter with a glass of water while she continues to pack away the groceries and glances at the clock on the wall, wondering when Luke will be back and how she can get rid of Carrie.

It's awkward as hell for the both of them, Julie is bristling with old grudges and Carrie still doesn't understand what she's doing here but eventually they start talking and then they continue to talk and the more they talk the more it becomes apparent how they both suffered from losing each other as a friend.

Julie is startled when Carrie admits that she never really understood what it meant for Julie with her Mom being sick until now that she might lose Trevor and then apologises for not being there for her more.

Carrie is surprised when Julie admits just how much it hurt to lose Carrie as a friend because Carrie somehow always assumed Julie was just fine and better and more talented anyway so why would she need Carrie (hello inferiority complex masked by a superiority complex).

Julie finds she's starting to forgive Carrie. They were just teenagers after all. They knew nothing. They were trying to figure out themselves and the world.

Carrie realises she really is happy for Julie, for the doting husband and the baby and the band.

The doting husband is, btw, VERY surprised to find his wife's arch nemesis in their kitchen once he comes back, and both of the women laughing about old stories with tears in their eyes.

He ends up ordering food for the girls and sets up a boy's night so they will have more time to talk with each other (but making Julie promise she'll text him 911 if anything happens with Carrie or the baby. Julie rolls her eyes but promises.)

The night grows long, Carrie and Julie ending up outside on the patio, lounging and remembering their childhood and swapping stories of the moments since when they've felt insecure or did mistakes because neither of them is perfect actually. And that's okay.

After a lull in the conversation, Carrie sighs and takes off a wide signature bracelet she always wears and turns her wrist so Julie can see the tattoo there (I'm not entirely sure what it is, a dhalia is more Rose coded so maybe the pattern of Julie's stars and moon necklace or just a letter 'J' or something).

"I've always carried you with me, you know?"

Julie laughs and (awkwardly because pregnant) removes her shoe and sock. She has a little wrapped candy tattoo on her ankle.

"Yeah, me too."

It takes time to heal a broken friendship like that. And once the calm mood of the night has given way to the glaring sunlight of day, things return to awkwardness again but they both decide to make a conscious effort to try and heal what was broken with more understanding of who they are and who the other person is.

Their respective bands/families are surprised but try to support it although Luke, Reggie, and Alex all (independently) give Carrie a shovel talk with the gist of "we're watching you and don't hurt our girl again." Flynn is the one that takes the longest to be won over and she continues to be grumblingly hostile but even she has to admit at some point that maybe Carrie did actually change and that holding teenage grudges isn't the most mature thing to do. From then on the hostility is more teasing than real and Carrie plays along because she knows Flynn has a lot of fun with it.

And of course Carrie manages to rescue her friendship with Kayla and Trevor recovers ;D

#jatp #julie molina #carrie wilson #yeo writes #phantomfloat

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hederasgarden · 2 years

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“You’re trying to get my thigh all messy, sweetheart.”

VIOLENCE. You picked violence with this photo and that dialogue prompt Kayla!

Now I'm thinking about riding his thigh while he's in full dress uniform like in the photo. He's chastising you for messing up his pants, but that's his own fault for getting you so wound up and needy that you don't even care. You just grasp his shoulders and rock your hips, desperate for a little more friction. He's kissing your neck and cupping your breasts, telling you what a dirty little girl you are.

Okay byeeee. Thank you for participating in horny hours which is 24/7/365.

#rooster thoughts #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x you #rooster x female reader #bradley bradshaw x reader

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daintyduck99 · 8 months

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Friends to lovers trope my beloved! hugging and absentmindedly kissing their neck, resulting in mortification for one of them for rulie please!

Also tagging @jmrothwell, who asked for the same prompt! <3

Julie frowns at herself in the mirror.

She looks fine. She's being ridiculous.

Reggie has known her since they were six and seven years old; he's seen her covered in mud and paint and god knows what else. Heck, he saw her cry because she got her hair stuck in a fan once!

Which…may have slightly been his fault, but he'd looked so torn up about it that she hadn't had the heart to be mad at him. Plus, he had held her hand the whole time as her mom got the fan detangled.

So. She looks totally fine, and he knows she's looked worse. He's just dropping by her apartment for a friendly weekend visit. No need to fret about her baby hairs, or if her tied-back t-shirt and patchwork jeans are cute but casual enough. None at all!

Still…

She tugs at her curls, wondering if she ought to try and tame them. But if she leaves them be, he might play with them, or bury his face in them when he hugs her.

She'd given him permission to touch her hair long ago, and the way he'd lit up is still burned on the inside of her eyelids.

And he's gotten really good at braiding it, which kinda outweighs the whole thing with the fan. She smiles at the thought.

"Daydreaming about your boy, babe?"

Julie squeaks, spinning to confront Kayla's smirk, which only grows as Julie stammers.

"H-he isn't…it's not like that!"

"Oh?" Kayla's eyebrows arch. "Julie, how long have you been standing there?"

Julie bites her lip, and Kayla relents a bit.

"Well, either way, I'll be out of your hair before he gets here. Don't sweat it, okay? I'm sure he's sighing into the sunset and messing with his hair in his mirrors, too."

She's gone in a whirl of glitter and fluttery purple fabric before Julie can object, or even ask her about her own plans.

And Julie tries not to daydream. She does.

But, well…

How else is she supposed to pass the time? She's sick of overanalyzing herself.

She's sitting on the couch with a book she hasn't absorbed a word of by the time he knocks on the door, wrenching her from a particularly interesting scenario in her head that involved them square dancing.

She may or may not have stolen his hat.

Anyway! Reality! He's here!

She plucks at her top and her bracelets and her hair, then hurries over to the door.

Swinging it open reveals his sunny crooked smile, and his bright green eyes, which have crinkled at the corners.

"Hi," she breathes, heart hammering against the bars of her ribs. "How—"

He surges forward and tugs her into his arms, startling a giddy laugh out of her.

He does bury his face in her hair, and her heart stutters. She hides her face in the crook of his neck as he murmurs…

"Missed you."

That does sort of answer her unspoken question. She missed him too, of course, and she holds him tighter in response.

She even missed the way he smells, like leather and some kind of smoky cologne.

He didn't always, of course. He used to smell like freshly cut grass from hours spent outside, or like cinnamon candies.

One thing that hasn't changed, though, is how sensitive his neck is. Ticklish. She'd first discovered it by accident when they were teens, playing with the fine hair at the nape of his neck, and she loves how blushy he gets, how it makes him shiver and surrender a quiet, breathy laugh.

A quiet, breathy laugh that's echoing a bit too sharply in her ears.

"J-Julie—"

Her eyes fly open, and she gasps, detaching her lips from his neck.

She tries to scramble out of his arms, but he keeps holding her close, and she presses her forehead into his shoulder with a groan. A blush burns along her cheeks, spreading to the tops of her ears.

"Oh my god, Reggie, I am so sorry…"

He swallows, hard. "You don't have to be."

She feels her confusion write itself on her face, wrinkling her forehead. She lifts her head slowly, still conscious of her flush.

And he's blushing too, but what really makes her gasp is the state of his eyes.

They flicker, like a candle burning low, to her lips, darker than she's ever seen them.

"If you want me," he murmurs, "don't be sorry. Just say the word, and I'm yours."

So she bunches her fingers in the back of his jacket, uncaring of the fact that they're still standing in the doorway for anyone to see, and tilts her face more towards his.

She's scarcely said yes before he's stealing the word straight from her lips.

And later, when Kayla takes one look at her and her still thoroughly mussed hair, squeals, and tells her good for you, Julie just beams…

Too sated and smitten to be mortified at all.

#friends to lovers prompts #rulie #reggie x julie #ficlets with ash #it's probably obvious but Julie goes to a university that's maybe a few hours away from where they grew up #the university bit just ended up being incredibly in the background lol #julie and the phantoms

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People miss Matty because they like the mess of it all. But, don't worry, I think we have plenty of mess coming our way. Something tells me Miss Kayla will be warming up her friendship with Mrs. Mahomes as soon as Taylor is out of the country. She'll be doing her best to warm up Trav's bed too. The real question is, will she succeed?

First, No one liked the mess. I just liked the look of them. I loved that they both were emotional singer/songwriters with the same friend group. The lore of it all.

Second, Kayla isn't going to be doing that because she is already getting dragged for her Oprah interview.

Third, Travis isn't going back to Kayla. They broke up twice because it wasn't going to work.

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 29 days

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Helpless part 36, sorry for the wait, here is a long chapter as payment

Nico woke up after three hours with a splitting headache, he felt nauseous, where even was he? He spotted the blonde boy sitting on the chair next to him reading a book, he was surprised that he wasn't off with ten other patients by this point. "You okay Neeks?" Will said putting his book down and walking over.

"I've got a headache."

"Nauseous to?"

"How'd you know?"

"It's normal, I'll go get you some water." Will walked out returning with a glass and handing it to the Hades kid, he started taking small sips from it, letting the cool water run down his throat, when even was the last time he drank water? "Would you be open to talking to someone? I know you don't like opening up to people but it could help."

"Are... are you forcing me to?" Nico asked so softly Will could barely hear him, he sat down next to the whispering boy.

"'Course not Neeks, we just want you to get help."

"Please don't make me talk to people." He whispered back, curling up.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Nico mentally laughed at the irony of Will telling him that when he was being kept in the infirmary which he really didn't want to do. The son of Apollo grabbed the small boy's hand and started rubbing the back of it in circles, "You could try a journal? I've heard that helps."

"Maybe... can we leave this for now?"

"Sure, anything in particular you want to talk about?"

"Can we finish our game of twenty questions?"

"Okay."

"Who's your favorite siblings?"

"Don't you dare tell any of them but Kayla, Austin will kill me if he finds out." Will laughed, "Least favorite of the seven?"

"Valdez, he's annoying as fuck also I fucked him that one time so it just makes everything awkward."

"Wait what?!"

"We were both bored and drunk, we never talk about that day. Anyways, have you ever dyed your hair?" He decided to let Will come to his own conclusions on that one, especially because Leo was too drunk to actually remember it, or he was just a very good actor. He remembered that night, it was the anniversary of when Bianca had died, while he last memories with her weren't the best he still loved her. He still wished he'd died instead of her. He was drinking himself numb, standing outside on the deck in the darkness when Leo walked, well walked was being generous, stumbled down the stairs, so drunk he could barely stay up right. He remembers thinking 'well might as well do it, haven't got anything to loose.' He remembers grabbing his shirt and smashing his lips against his.

"Why are you so drunk Valdez?" He muttered into his ear, trailing up kisses

"None ya business Shadow boy."

"Fine." He pulled away,

"Hey!"

"No sympathy sex if you don't tell me."

"My mom died today."

"I'm sorry."

"Di Angelo I seem to realise you are also drunk, would you care to explain why?" His words were practically just slurs, fuck it, he thought, they'd both just never acknowledge it again.

"My sister died today."

"What? But Hazel-"

"My other sister, Bianca, died when I was ten."

"I'm sorry."

"Can we just fuck senseless I can't take processing this anymore."

"Fine by me." And then that was it, they never spoke of it again and went back to hating each other, honestly it was a disaster that they we're probably never going to unpack.

"Nope, I was going to dye it brown again when I saw my mum but then she didn't talk to me for years so never really did that."

"That is messed up but in a desperate attempt to keep this light hearted we will unpack that later. Now, I will be kidnapping you and dying your hair every colour imaginable."

"Can I ask why?"

"You're blonde, what else would I do?"

"Umm... okay then, have you ever watched Star Wars?"

"Nope."

"What! How? I'm putting Kay or Aussi on tomorrow night and we are binging all of Star Wars together."

"Please no."

"Too late Angel boy." Nico sighed in defeat, shaking his head but accepting his fate.

"Why didn't you tell me you could speak Italian?"

"I didn't know, I mean the song I learnt a while ago but actually speaking it's like how Aphrodite kids can speak French because it's the language of love, Italian's the language of music."

"That makes a lot of sense."

"Speaking of Italy, do you miss it?"

"Yeah, but when I went back there with Jason on the Argo II I didn't really feel anything, everything there changed so much, it barely feels like home now. What's something no one or only one person knows about you?" Will could tell him so many different things, he had so many secrets but was it safe to share them? He could do the easy thing and say that he glows in the dark, he could talk about his mom or the things he does at night when he's sure no one's watching him.

"I can glow in the dark." It was too soon, he'd tell him... eventually.

"YOU'RE A PORTABLE SUNSHINE!!!" Nico cringed at himself mentally but it was so easy to get lost in conversation with Will, just about fun shit, not worrying about everything all the time. I mean he'd had his fair share of hard conversations and lectures from the blonde boy but it was still so easy to relax around him. That wasn't good, he couldn't let his guard down, especially after those kisses. He said he loved him, he kissed him after the first one, he didn't pull away but that didn't mean anything. He would leave after realising that he was worthless and didn't deserve love, he wanted to let him in but his brain wouldn't let him, the only reason he'd said half the shit he had now was because of Reyna.

"Shut up Doom and Gloom." He laughed, messing up Nico's hair.

"Don't think I will, Care Bear."

"Really?"

"You love it, be honest." Fuck, he shouldn't be letting himself get this comfortable, he shouldn't be getting this relaxed with anyone. But it was living sunshine, cinnamon roll, Will Solace, he could trust him... right? Will rolled his eyes in defeat,

"...Will you be my boyfriend...?" Fuck, why did he do that? What if he- his thoughts were cut off with Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, ambassador of Pluto smashed his lips against his own, grabbing his blonde hair. He wrapped his arms around the small boy's neck, pulling him as close as he possibly could until they broke the kiss.

"I'd love that Sunshine." Here goes nothing, at least he'd be happy for a day or two, he didn't want to build hope of Will liking him for any longer than that, but at least there would be some temporary happiness. A moment of silence passed until Nico asked the next question "What's going on with your mum?"

"Well- Umm.." Will struggled to hold back tears,

"You don't have to talk if you don't want to."

"I want you to know, it's just... hard."

"Take a deep breath, it's going to be okay." Will shook before a tear fell from his eye as started to talk.

"Well until I was eight she was amazing, honestly the best parent I could wish for. But then after that she became really busy, working two jobs to pay for the album she was writing. Then when I was nine she dropped me off a my aunts, said it was for a few days, three months later I ran away. Her house... it was a nightmare, constantly called the unwanted child, yelled at for getting in trouble at school and not paying attention. And for anything that went wrong... ever and well let's just say she wasn't the nicest overall. Food once a week and if I was in trouble once every three weeks and well she hit hard. I don't think mom knew how bad she was, at least that's what I used to think, now I'm not so sure. I ran away which is when I found camp, just wandering around aimlessly until I was attacked by symphalian birds and I just ran until they couldn't find me. I was in the infirmary for two weeks, which was when I met Michael... first time someone cared about my existence in a few years. I was claimed the first campfire I went to; I wrote to mom so much those first few months... poured my fucking heart out, never got a goddamn response. Well she sent me a letter yesterday... wanted to meet up next week, don't even know how she fucking found out where I was. Didn't even bother asking the fuck had happened." Will didn't realise he was crying until Nico wiped a tear from his cheek and kissed him on the forehead,

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm going to go there next week and say every fucking word I want her to hear." He said in a broken voice, he pulled him into a hug.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Will just nodded, sinking into the smaller boy's arms, slipping his hands into Nico's.

"Why do you always wear that ring?"

"Bianca gave it to me before she left, it was my mothers; nearly got it stolen at a club a when I was twelve."

"Why were you...?"

"Addicted to more things than I would be willing to admit, easiest way to get them. Cats or dogs?" A look over uncomfort washed over his face as he quickly changed the subject; Will knew he wouldn't get any more information on what had happened, at least any time soon.

"Cats and that is objectively the correct answer, also I already asked you that."

"Firstly, I don't care. Secondly, you're wrong. Thirdly, you are a golden retriever but you like cat's!? How?? Why??"

"Cat's are just better, and anyways you are the definition of black cat but preferre dogs."

"Cat's aren't 'just better' why do you think we have three headed dogs but not three headed cats?"

"Simple, a single cat is already perfect, why add two more when you've already got perfection?"

"Shush, dogs are still better."

"Whatever you say Neeks, just know that your opinion is wrong." Will teased, patting Nico on the head, covering his hand with his mouth to stop any protests. "Who's your favorite Mean Girls character?"

"Regina, what kind of a question is that? How much longer do you think Jason and Piper are going to last?"

"What?"

"His much longer will they last? It's doomed, my bets are another week or two before one of them snaps." Will thought back to the two of them, he didn't know either of them that well but he normally never would have guessed they're together.

"Umm... I haven't really thought about it but I guess another month maybe month and a half. Favorite book?"

"Ernesto, it was impossible to find and even harder to read since it was all in bad handwriting and dyslexia didn't exactly help. Also if I was caught with it I would have to spend months in the church but I still managed to get through it." Nico remembered finding the first page somewhere on the floor and picking it up, desperately trying to find out where it was from. It took him months to find one and about a year to read that one but he remembered the plot word for word. He could remember sneaking out at dawn to read it before anyone else was up, it was like that for half a year, waking up every morning to read it and then hide it from his mum and Bianca, he didn't know how he never got caught. "Do you like being in the infirmary all the time, I swear you never take a break."

"Yeah, I like being able to help people. Also I'm the only healer so I try to not put anyone else in the Apollo cabin have to be in here too much, I mean normally it's Kay and Aussi but sometimes we have other people in here. What's your favorite season?"

"Winter, I love the rain also I hate the sun."

"Heyyy!"

"Sorry Sunshine, it's the truth, when have you ever seen me outside willingly? What's your favorite song?"

"Probably... Pretend."

"Sing it?" Nico said laying down on his lap, looking up at him.

"Tonight my self-respect went out the window

It didn't stay for long

But I figured I'd be wrong

So, don't come close

My heart is rather clueless

I don't know why I do this But just once more

Let's close the door and play pretend

More than a glance

More than a friend

I'll close the door and play with you

Is that what you want me to do I'll do what you want me to do

Hit me up

It's fine, Mil pause my healing

It's all part of our truce

Oh, the sweet smell of abuse So, please don't go

My life is going backwards

No room in it for you But this bed fits two

Let's close the door and play pretend

More than a glance

More than a friend

I'll close the door and play with you

Is that what you want me to do I'll do what you want me to do

Why do I want it too?

I should be running from you

Why do I want it?

Oh, I want it too

Let's close the door and play pretend

More than a glance

More than a friend

I'll close the door and play with you

Is that what you want me to do

I'll do what you want me to do" Nico stared into his eyes, mesmerised by the blonde boy's voice. Will smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead."If you could have one wish, what would it be?"

"I'd bring Hazel's mother back, she deserves to see her again."

"Not your own?"

"I'd rather make her happy; do you play any sports."

"I love playing soccer but there isn't really time with being in the infirmary."

"You mean football?"

"No I mean soccer...?"

"Soccer is football, the abomination of a sport you have here that you call football is rip off rugby."

"I would argue with that but I really can't, there's basically no difference between the two sports. But it's definitely soccer."

"All Americans are dumb and that is the hill I will die on, you kick the ball with your foot, that's why it's called football. Where did soccer come from?"

"I don't know but it sounds better."

"It really doesn't Solace; just ask the next question, I can't afford to lose any more brain cells."

"Rude, but what's your favorite time of day?"

"Sunset, who's your favorite out of the seven?

"Probably Annie, but I talk to Leo a lot, mainly because he's here a lot."

"Can't imagine why." Nico said speaking in fluent sarcasm,

"What's your fatal flaw?"

"Holding grudges."

"How am I not surprised? Also that was the last question."

"Good, I was starting to run out of ideas."

"Same though," Will glanced down at his watch, "Neeks, it's almost lunch time. I want you to try eating just a tiny bit, stop whenever you feel sick, but could you try?" He half nodded, dreading what would come next.

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Sorry again for the wait, I got distracted

I'll be honest I was running out of questions at the end

If you're still reading comment your Hogwarts house

May the odds be ever in your favour

-Siri

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