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reidgraygubler · 3 years

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hot cocoa and cuddles part two (spencer reid/reader)

Title: hot cocoa & cuddles (part 2) Request: no Couple: Spencer Reid/Gender Neutral!Reader Category: fluff Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of a case/s, mentions of illnesses, tbh idk what else to tag Word Count: 2,348 Summary: the team returns back to maryland/dc after the case in alaska. reader discovers they still can’t warm up, even after everything they do. spencer tries to help out, again A/N: the long awaited part 2 of hot cocoa and cuddles. this is for the people who want to read part two and those who were looking forward to it… o.o thanks for all the love and support! Check out my masterlist!

part one

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I pulled my sweater cardigan tighter around my body and shivered slightly. I pulled my hands away from my sweater and wrapped them around my hot mug, which was just hot tea. My eyes de-focused on the desktop in front of me. Anything Penelope and Aaron were saying went in one ear and out the other.

“You okay there, Honeybee?” Derek asked, looking over at me. I shivered and looked over at him. All eyes were on me as I tried to make myself not shake from my freezing-ness. “We’ve said your name like 6 times.”

“We’ve been home for 2 weeks and I am still freezing,” I spoke through clenched teeth. I wrapped my hands around my mug, which was slowly getting colder. “I have done literally everything to keep warm, and I’m still freezing.” I shook my head.

“Maybe you should get a cat,” Emily spoke up. I looked over at her and furrowed my eyebrows. “Sergio keeps me pretty warm at night.” She smiled at me. I laughed lightly and shook my head.

“My apartment doesn’t allow pets,” I mumbled and stared at the table. I shrugged and shook my head. “I guess I just live in this constant state of forever being cold.” I frowned.

“Maybe you should get your blood check. You could have low iron,” Spencer spoke up, tapping his fingers on the tabletop. I looked over at him and shook my head. “Being cold can be a symptom of low iron… You could be anemic... hypothyroidism is always a possibility,” he continued on his ramble/.

“Hey, Spence?" I asked as I looked at him, my hands wrapping tighter around my mug, which at this point was starting to get lukewarm.

“Yeah." He looked over at me with a smile.

“I don’t think I need you to tell me of my impending doom because I’m cold. I went to Alaska, not a hospital filled with a bunch of sickly people,” I whispered. Spencer lifted his finger to retort but failed when I shot him a glare.

“Get a boyfriend.” JJ smiled at me. I looked at her, trying to hide my smile but clearly failing. “Like your own personal space heater in bed. Body heat is a wonderful thing,” she mused as she flipped her file open. I shook my head as I glanced at Spencer.

“Yeah, I’ll look into getting a boyfriend or my own personal space heater. Although, I’m not entirely sure if my apartment will allow those,” I pouted. JJ laughed and shook her head.

“Hey, Honeybee, I’m always free if you need a personal space heater.” Derek smirked at me. I laughed harder than I should have and looked at him.

“You seriously expect me to sleep in the same bed as you, Derek Morgan?” I cackled and shook my head. Spencer shifted in his seat and kept his eyes down on the file in front of him.

“You shared a bed with Pretty Boy over there.” Derek nodded to my friend beside me. I tensed up slightly and glared at him.

“Better him than you, to be honest.” I flashed him a teasing smile.

“Guys, let’s get back on the task at hand. Garcia,” Aaron spoke up as he looked back at Penelope. I stifled my laughter as I looked back at Derek. He grumbled something under his breath as he looked back at his file.

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I swear my heater was up so high (or as high as my bill would allow), I had my fluffiest and coziest pair of socks on, and at least 3 different sized hoodies on… The Alaska case was several weeks ago, I’ve been home ever since then… So why am I as cold as I am? And why can’t I warm up? Maybe I should take Derek up on his offer. Though, I think that’d be a whole new line I’d cross. Hard pass, thank you very much.

I should be asleep right now. 1:30 in the morning and I was sitting in bed with a hot water bottle pressed to my body. Something is wrong and I don’t know what. Crap, what if Spencer was right? What if I do have low iron or anemia? Or that hydro… Hypothyroidism, whatever that could be… I should ask him what that means. I wonder if he would be willing to be my personal space heater again. I mean, I know I kept him warm every bit as he kept me warm when we were in Alaska. And, he knows I’ve been cold. Listen, I’m just trying to rationalize wanting to cuddle Spencer Reid. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t stopped thinking about that. And, I wouldn’t be upset if it happened again.

“Screw this,” I muttered as I climbed out of bed with a blanket around my body. I shook my head as I muttered profanities under my breath. My body shook as I walked towards the front door of my apartment. I slipped my shoes on and left the house, freezing as I left my warm home.

And then I found myself standing just outside of Spencer’s apartment. Better him over Derek, I kept repeating to myself. I have a better relationship with him than Derek. Derek is more of an older brother to me. Spencer... I don’t know what he is to me. But he definitely isn't an older brother...

“Just… knock,” I whispered as I brought my fist to the door. It’s nearly two in the morning. I hope he wasn’t asleep. Although, knowing Spencer he was probably awake, reading over some old files.

“What… What are you doing here?” Spencer’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I blinked before staring at him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and red and black checkered pj pants. Though his hair was messy and disheveled, he was definitely not asleep.

“Just… Just coming to see how you’re doing,” I lied and shrugged. Spencer looked at me, raising an eyebrow. It was clear he wasn’t so sure of my answer. But to be fair, I wasn’t sure about my answer either.

“What’s really going on?” he asked, stepping to the side, silently inviting me in. I looked around his apartment and took a deep breath. His home always smelled like cinnamon and spice. I probably enjoyed it too much. Although, it made me feel warm… Which I was okay with. Answering Spencer’s question didn’t even cross my mind until I turned back and looked at him. “Is everything okay?” he asked again once I was facing him. I took a deep breath as I tugged on the ends of my sleeves.

“Uh, I was just… I was just thinking about the Alaska trip.” I wrinkled my nose as I looked anywhere but Spencer’s face. I was only mildly embarrassed that I was here… asking Spencer if he would want to cuddle with me… because I’m so cold. Man, I’m happy Spencer isn’t the teasing type. Not that he’d tease me about this. I know that anyone else would though…

“What about the Alaska trip?” Spencer looked at me, his tone telling me he was very wary about my statement. I looked at the ground and shrugged.

“Just something you said, I guess,” I started as I looked at him, “Well, something you said earlier today,” I shrugged as I looked back down at the ground. I really wanted my blanket and hot water bottle. Even though I was warmer in his apartment, I was still cold. “Could I really be sick? Is that why I’m so cold?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I looked back at him. A shiver worked its way down my body and all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers.

“Come on, I’m gonna make you hot chocolate, and then we’re gonna go lay in my bed, under the covers.” He held a hand out for me to take. I stared at it for a moment before carefully resting my hand in his. He clasped his fingers around mine before leading me to his kitchen.

“You didn’t answer my questions, Spencer. You know more than anyone that avoiding a question means your keeping something from someone.” I watched as he made two large mugs of hot cocoa.

He still didn’t answer my questions as we walked towards his bedroom. And, in fact, he was silent up until I was sitting beside him on the bed, holding my mug of hot chocolate close to my body. Even though I was now in a warmer home, with a hot drink, several blankets, and the warmest person I know (despite his sometimes icy hands), I was still very cold. So, I looked over at him, watching as he flipped through the pages of his book.

“Are you going to answer my questions?” I asked, reaching over and placing my mug on the side table. Spencer looked over at me with a raised brow, slightly closing his book. “Am I actually dying?” I asked, feeling a certain fear grow in my tone.

“You’re not dying,” he said as he folded the corner of the page in his book before closing it. I watched as he set it on his side table.

“You don’t sound very convincing.” I shrugged, pulling one of my several blankets tighter around me. Spencer looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. He carefully gestured for me to move closer to him, and when I hesitated, he pulled me closer to him.

“You’re not dying. You’re not sick. You’re just cold. Everyone knows you’re probably the one who gets cold the most. Even when we were in Florida, you were cold,” Spencer said as he kept his arms around my body, holding me close to his. His body temperature was definitely warming me up, just like it had a few weeks prior.

“Hey! That’s because the stupid officers had the A/C on 65! It was freezing!” I moved away from him and looked at his face. I could feel a giggly smile grow on my face as I kept my eyes on him. “You giving me your sweater was like a gift from God.” I looked down at him.

“I think that’s the fourth sweater that’s gone missing?” He copied my smile before laughing. I looked away from him, trying to play innocent. “And the only common denominator is you.” Spencer poked my nose before he pulled me back closer to him. I rolled my eyes before curling back into his side. The goosebumps that were once on my arms and exposed skin, were now fading away the longer I stayed beside Spencer.

“If it makes you feel any better, they were quite warm.” I smiled. I left out the part that I enjoyed that they smelled like him. “And, I’ll return them washed,” I added, again leaving out that I’ll be sad that they won’t hold his scent.

“If they weren’t my favorite sweaters, I would say keep them. But I’m rather fond of two of those.” Spencer looked down at me with a warm smile. I laughed.

“Thanks for letting me in. I know it’s late. I promise I won’t make this a habit,” I laughed as I looked out onto the blankets in front of me. Part of me wondered what temperature Spencer had his furnace on, and how it was so warm. Mostly because my furnace was on pretty high and it was still like an icebox in my apartment.

“It’s okay, really. You should work on getting a portable heater for your house and desk just so they warm up faster,” Spencer suggested.

I almost, very nearly, said “But then that’d mean I can’t come over anymore,” But I didn’t. So, I just stayed silent.

“Like Garcia said, your own personal space heater,” Spencer laughed. Though, I cringed, remembering what Derek had said.

“Yeah? Or I could just get a Derek Morgan.”

“Who would want him as a boyfriend,” he scoffed, sounding mildly hurt with my joke. I looked up at him with furrowed brows before sitting upright.

“I never said I wanted him as my boyfriend. I was joking that he said he could be my space heater or a boyfriend. I was saying… What I meant was I could get a boyfriend instead. Because, you know…. Cuddling is a good way to-”

“What if it was me,” he asked, cutting me off so swiftly. I had to look at him to make sure he actually said what he said, because he was so quiet and he said it so fast, I almost wasn’t sure.

“You want…” I furrowed my eyebrows, again, as I stared at him. Spencer was looking down at the blankets, probably wondering to himself if he actually said what he said. “Spencer, if you wanted to ask me out all you had to do was ask.” Okay, I was definitely warming up a lot faster now, feeling my blood rush from a sudden secondhand embarrassment that I didn’t really want to feel.

“It’s a lot more than that,” he muttered as he looked at me. I furrowed my eyebrows before reaching a hand up to his face. I carefully guided him so he was looking right at me.

“It really isn’t… Like, ask me a question, any question.” I smiled, feeling my fingertips warm up under the warmth of his skin.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, his voice very soft. I smiled before nodding, feeling a newfound excitement flood my body. Spencer lifted his hands and cupped my face, warming my cheeks instantly, before leaning closer to me.

As his lips connected with mine, I finally felt warm for the first time in weeks. His arms holding me close to his body, like he became my own personal space heater, again. I could sense that he knew I was warming up because when he pulled away from me and looked down at me, he was smiling.

“I’d be okay if I made a habit of this.” Spencer nodded as he carefully ran a hand through my hair. I couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Good.” I smiled before pressing my lips to his for a moment, “Because I could too.”

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novasheadcanons · 3 years

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The Brothers with a MC who’s presence is calming their sin

TW: None :3 SFW Fluff

Lucifer

-One word: Denial.

- He was always proud. And he found new pride in being the Avatar he is. He would never allow anything else to happen.

- But you wormed your way almost to easy into the eldest heart.

- You started bringing him tea and a snack in the evening, when the others were getting ready for bed and you knew he was still working. The amount of paperwork seemingly endless.

- He scroffed the first time you did this. He didn’t need a weak human to take care of him.

- He will absolutly deny how quickly he was looking forward to seeing you in the evening, a gentle smile your lips and delicious tea and his favourite cake in your hands.

- You humbled him. Soft whispers of comfort in the night when he was overworked, stressed and trying to ingnore painful memories. He allowes you to care for him when he previously would have strangled anyone who saw him like this. Now he’s questioning what he did to deserve you.

- He leans into your touch and reaches out for you in return.

- What was previously limited to when you two were alone starts to seep into his daily life with the brothers as well.

- He recrognizes his shortcomings and flaws more, but still struggles to act on it. But he becomes more forgiving. His brothers were sure he was deadly ill the first time they noticed.

- Lucifer will always be the embodyment of pride, but he becomes softer around the edges.

- He like to pull you on his lap and stroke over your cheek. It never fails to make him smile when you look at him with so much adoration.

- “You know I can’t let you go just yet, right?”

Mammon

-He thinks he’s dying. No joke. He has been googling his ‘symtoms’ 6 time now. - But ‘Help I’m the Avatar of Greed but I feel weird!’ doesn’t really bring forth anything useful.

- Mammon’s greed is something he never had any control over, and he still doesn’t. At least no concious control.

- It starts when you two are out and about. He made a new money making sheme and dragged you along, as usual, but now you two were sitting at this fountain for two hours already and he forgot why he dragged you in the first place.

- Mammon watched you laugh over something he said, but it was a nice laugh. A laugh that didn’t sting. You weren’t laughing about him. This was nice. He wanted more of this.

- When he actually managed to make money and he found himself looking for something for you instead of him, it dawned on him. This dork came home with 4 gifts for you and only one cool pair of shades for himself. Pff, he wanted nothing else anyway, why are you looking at him so surprised?

- He still gets the sticky fingers when he sees something he could sell to make money, but more often than not he placed it back after thinking about how you would not like him stealing and getting in trouble again.

- The Avatar of Greed is still well...greedy. But it changes. Mammon feels so fuzzy inside when you're happy, laughing, reaching out towards him. He finally noticed how much more he wants of this. No amount of grimm could outshine your smile when you look at him. You filled the emptiness he tried to stuff with grimm, clothes and jewelry.

- He hugged you close one night, not knowing you were still awake. You had been watching a movie together and decided that you would be sleeping here, to tired to go back to your room.

- He whispers quietly in your hair while pulling you even closer to his chest. “Ya are the biggest tressure I ever held...”

Leviathan

-absolutly oblivious to it. Like, this man does not notice at all.

- It also took a long time. His envy isn’t just jealousy. It is self-deprecation. It is comparing himself to anyone else and always comming to the conclusion that the other person is better.

- It only started when he accepted (for the most part) that you truly were his friend. That you didn’t secretly were planning a long-term joke on him.

- He had been ranting about a new fascination of his for a while now, while you were watching him being so in his element. He looked... happy maybe even a little confident? When he noticed how long he had been talking again he apologized but he didn’t look ashamed like he usually looked. More bashfull, but still smiling. And it didn’t take much convincing to have him continue.

- It was a lot of these little things. But more and more his envy lost it’s sharp edge that used to stab him in the back everytime he so much as thought about being proud of something he achived.

- You helped him becomming more at ease with himself. Your presence reminded him about all the things that were good in this life. Things others didn’t have.

- He realised this when he was complaining about how unfair something was when he looked at you. Patiently sitting there and holding his hand. With this loving look in your eyes.

- The widest smile you’ve ever seen from him streched across his face, lighting up his eyes and he squeezed your hand.

- “What am I doing? How could I complain about something so trivial when I have you by my side?”

- Cue both of you blushing and looking surprised. You couldn’t help but laugh a little when he hid his face in your shoulder when you hugged him. A blushing, blabbering mess

- He may be making progress but he would always be your Levi.

- There will be time where he falls back into his old harmfull thoughts but he knows you will be there to hold his hand. Just like Henry does for the Lord of Shadows!

Satan

-He caught on the quickest and welcomed it the slowest.

- Every since you moved in with them he felt weird when you were in the room. Probably because he was so sensitive. Satan picked up on everything in a room, so every little thing could set him off if he hadn’t learned how to quickly escape and rage in the safety of his room.

- But the more time he spend in a room, close to you, the calmer his mind became. He still picked up on everything but when he glanced at you, or when you softly touched his hand because you noticed his eyes tighten a little, a wave of calm washed over him.

- He did not trust it. At all. Were you influencing him with magic? Were you doing it on purpose? But if you were so powerful that you could calm the Avatar of Wrath with a single touch why were you always so close to dying??

- As usual for Satan he spend days researching, trying to find anything. Without success.

- He barged into your room, agitated by the lack of success. Satan had nearly kicked your door open. And froze when he saw you.

- You were laying your back, your legs streched out and propped up on the wall. Your D.D.D making contact with your face when he had barged in. He couldn’d help but to laugh a little. His previous anger forgotten

- Calmly he closed the door and joining you on the bed, where you had just set up and were rubbing your forehead. “The fuck, Satan?”

- He smiled softly, taking your hand in his so he could give the red spot on your forehead a little peck. “Let me make it better.”

- Maybe it wasn’t so important why and how. You calmed his wrath finally making place for something else.

- When his brothers catched on they would practially dump you on top of Satan whenever he worked himself into a rage. Works like a charm.

-He never said anything to you, but you knew. The look in his eyes told you everything.

Asmodeus

-For him the transission was so smothly he didn’t notices it for a while. He started complimenting you, without complimenting himself while doing it. He didn’t praise his outer beauty with nearly every single breath anymore. Still alot (Have you seen him?) but less desperatly. Asmo forgot to post his morning selfies twice in a row because he lazed around in bed with you.

- It irretated him to no end for weeks now. Something felt off and he had no clue what it was. It was driving him absolutly insane and his brothers were acting like they knew why, but noone would tell him anything!

- It was the third week now he didn’t feel like going partying to get praised, get eye-fucked by every passing person...

- Instead you two were in his room, wearing soft pjs and laying on his bed, shoulders pressed together

- You had grapped his hand while talking, gestureing wildly exited about something.

- It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy you talking, or wasn’t interessted but he was to mesmerised by your face, eyes shining with joy.

- Suddenly it just...clicked.

- “It’s you...!”

- He was sitting up, pulling you up with him. You rearly witnessed the Avatar of Lust looking at you so...seriously.

- “Asmo...is everything alright? Did I-“

- He had pulled you on his lap, arm tight around you, just holding you as close as possibly to him. You were all he ever wanted but tried so hard to deny. You loved him. Not the Avatar of Lust, but him!

- “I...I love you more than I love myself.”

-You calmed his desprate desire to be loved. To be seen.

Beelzebub

-It started after you made the pact with him, probably because you were spending more time with him now.

- probably the most noticable change out of the brothers.

- It also started of slow. A few less snacks in between classes, not 12 plates of food at breakfeast but 10

- The brothers noticed immediatly but he brushed it off. He was feeling fine. Better than fine actually. Beely felt this warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Smiling happily he took another bite, enjoying the taste more than usually before gulfing down more.

- The first time you two fell asleep in a bed together, you had made yourself comftable on top of him, he gently brushed some strands of hair out of your face. You had fallen asleep ontop of him. He was kind of hungry but you looked so blissfully happy...

- In the end he fell asleep, too. And he sleept through the night.

- Imagine his shock when he woke up before you, now really feeling hungry expecting it to be around midnight, as usual, but instead it was time for breakfest... When was the last time he didn’t get up in the night to eat?

- He is still eating an absolutly ungodly amount of food but he doesn’t feel like he is starving nearly every seconds of the day anymore. When he realised it was because of you, he picked you up in a bear-hug. Just holding you close and pressing his face into your neck. You swear you feel your neck getting a bit wet...

- “Thank you...Thank you so much...”

Belphegor

-after being freed from the attic he finally joined the ‘normal’ life in the House of Lamentation again

- the others had already spend a lot of time with you. So they figured it out by now already but they agreed not to tell Belphie for two reasons:

- 1. Nobody wanted him to be dissapointed should it turn out that it doesn’t happen for him.

- 2. They wanted it to be a surprise should it work.

- Belphie felt insecure for a while since all his brothers were already so close to you and he well... He wasn’t exactly starting of a clean plate here...

- So he occupied your time a lot for a while

- He didn’t notices his brothers small changes for that reason

- It started off by being more awake around you when you two had cuddle & nap sessions together. He shrugged it of to just wanting to get to know you more.

- Your presence made him being able to be awake for longer periods of time in the beginning, then when you forced him to participate in activities with Beel and you his energy didn’t drain as quickly as he was used to. When he slept, he didn’t sleep quiet as long but felt so much better after waking up.

- It made him suspicious. So he started watching his brothers more.

- After two month he confronted you at breakfeast.

- “What are you doing to me?” Okay, rude...

- Why were his brothers ginning so stupidly?

- After you spend a while explaining what you and the others figured out he leaned back, taken aback. A soft smile taking over his lips that he could not surpress fast enough.

- Later that night he made himself comtable on top of you, his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. He didn’t know what to do, but your lovingly petting his hair made him realise he didn’t need to.

- He still sleeps a lot, often and in the weirdest places, he will always be the Avatar of Sloth but this might not be so bad after all.

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wenwenbittercake · 3 years

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Can you do an iida x sick reader but the reader has emetopobia? I have emetopobia and it causes panic attacks when I see other ppl vomit or if I vomit

✨Iida edition✨

(Thank you marissawrld for the idea 💡✨. I hope you all enjoy it and please don't hate on me, this my opinion and my research. Me myself don't have emetophobia so if I present it wrong I'm sorry 😓😓🙏🙏🙏)

Iida and you've been dating for a few months now and things are going fine. He would be very cautious about your health and even if you sneeze a bit, he would run to you and give you his jacket and ask if you're ok?

He's probably the type of person who kept a medicine box in the dorm in case if anyone get sick (especially you).

He loves you a lot and he couldn't imagine you being sick under his care.

One evening, when everyone is going home. The rain was pouring out side and every student leaves with different sets of umbrella. But you however forgot it. You and Iida were standing in front of the school. Iida was searching his umbrella in his bag frantically. He realized that he forgot his umbrella in his locker.

"Shit."

"What's wrong? " You asked.

"Honey I'm so sorry. I forgot my umbrella up stairs. I will quickly run back and get it."

As he was about to run upstairs, you grab his arm and run through the rain. You didn't know what was in your mind that time but you know you want to have a great time with him. He panic of course.

"Y-y/n wait this is unacceptable you shouldn't-"

He couldn't finish his sentence as you run full speed through the rain holding his hand tightly. You laughed and giggled at the moment that Iida can't help but forgave you.

He than hold your hand back and run together with you in the rain.

When you both arrived to UA dorms, you both were panting and drenched in rain water. You both look at each other for a brief silence and laugh. For the first time you see him laugh with pure joy.

"Ohhh y/n you're such a naughty girl. " He said as he took of this glasses.

All of a sudden, you cup his cheeks with your hand and pull in for a gentle, yet sweet kiss.

Iida was shocked but slowly felt comfortable and hold you from your waist. You didn't know how long you guys were kissing bit a hold bang cause you both to separate from your deep kiss.

You both look at the direction and it was Bakugo. Looking at you both form the dorms window. His face is filled with disgust, confusion and redness?

"Go do that somewhere else you dammm nerdsss! " He yelled as he walk away.

You and Iida giggled at Bakugo reaction. Iida walked you to your dorm room. Before you how into your room you give Iida a good bye kiss on the cheeks and leave. You will never forget how Iida blushes to your kisses.

Next morning, you woke up by Iida palm on your forehead. He look worried and stressed.

"Good morning sweet heart." He said as he kisses your cheek.

"Good morning Iida, what time is it already?" You said as you try to get up.

"No no no, you stay. You're sick you need some rest."

"What? " You said as you place your palm on your forehead.

Yup it's hot as a warm tea pot. You felt guilty, cause you both plan to go on a date today. But it's cancelled cause you're sick.

Iida brings you a bunch of medicine and tells you when to take them. He also cooked chicken noodle soup for breakfast. You felt dizzy and weak at the time. You didn't complain much as it was your fault that you got sick.

You started feeling nauseous. Your hands and feet got cold. You can't, you can't vomit. Even thinking about it makes you want to throw up. Iida told you to wait for a while as he's going to bring more stuff from his room.

When Iida leaves, your nauseous feeling took over. To run to the bathroom and starts to vomit. What you are seeing and the vomiting smell makes you vomit more. Every last food you ate came out of your mouth. It wouldn't storm. You starts to choke bit it wouldn't stop.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands hold you from behind and Pat you're back.

"Y/n! Y/n! Calm down relax! I got you." Iida's voice slowly calms you down you stop vomiting and you felt tired. Iida clean up the mess you did.

You felt embarrassed that you starts to cry.

"I'm so sorry, i-i'm sorry you have to see me like this."

Iida hold u in his arms tightly.

"Shhh, you don't need to apologize, it's fine. It's not your fault. " He said as he kissed your forehead to calm you down.

"I-i know it's disgusting. I just can't help it."

"No don't ever say that. I don't see you disgusting. It happens all the time with people got sick. It's just a part of the illness. You don't need to worry about it." He said as he hold you in his arms.

He help you out with a warm shower and give you his warm and fluffy pjs. You insist that it's fine and you can where yours bit he believes that he clothes are warmer.

You then cuddle in the bed and watch movies or talk. When you feel tired, he hugs you and fall a sleep. You felt save and protected by him.

Next morning you woke up less sick. You felt a little tired but u felt more ok than usual. You hop towards Iida dorm.

"Iida good morning!" You said as you opened his door.

The first thing you see is Iida in a pile of blankets. His face is all red and look hazed.

"Oh good morning y/n"

(Thank you everyone for listening and I hope you have a wonderful day.❤💕❤✨✨💕❤✨✨)

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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i'd love to request something if that's okay ;-; i seriously love what you're doing here :3 i love all of your writing, and it's so refreshing to find really good writing for mystic messenger in october of 2020!! you're seriously amazing. anyway, i have unfortunately contracted the coronavirus ;-; i have been feeling down and would love something of seven (or full rfa, up to u :3) taking care of a sick MC. is that something youre comfy doing? if not, that's okay! much love to u, stay healthy! <3

Of course! I’m so sorry you aren’t feeling well; I’m keeping you and your family / close circle in my thoughts!! Also sorry you had to wait for this, but I hope it still helps you feel better. I’m going to keep this general to just sick, bc if it were specifically c*rona things would definitely be different bc we don’t want poor Seven catching it too. But that’s not fluffy, so imma change it just a bit. Take care of yourself ❤️❤️

Seven with a sick! MC

You couldn’t get out of bed. You had been feeling absolutely miserable; you had a sneaking suspicion you had caught some sort of bug, but how you were feeling this morning confirmed it. At least it was the weekend: you had no commitments for the day. You groaned, then closed your eyes again.

You woke up to your phone ringing; it made you jump. You reached around groggily for it and saw it was Seven. You answered immediately.

“Oh! You answered quickly. Good morning, My Love. Haven’t seen you get out of bed yet so I just wanted to check in,” he explained, his voice peppy as usual.

“I think I’ve come down with something,” you groaned, your voice sounding absolutely disgusting and congested.

“Oh no. I do remember you saying you hadn’t been feeling well. Can I come see you?”

“No. I don’t want you to get sick.” You wouldn’t wish this illness on your worst enemy; you were quite miserable.

“Awwwww really? But the Defender of Justice, 707 never gets sick! I have an immune system of steel!” He bragged triumphantly, trying to make his voice sound all deep and macho.

You laughed, which led you into a fit of coughs. “That doesn’t even make sense. An immune system of steel.”

“It’s impenetrable, Babe. You don’t have to worry about me...” the line was silent for a minute. “Please let me come take care of you?” His voice was whiny. “Don’t make me beg.”

You sighed. “Okay. But if you get sick it’s your fault.”

“Yay! I’ll be over in five.” Before you could even question the fact that his house was definitely more than five minutes away, he hung up the phone. He knows the password to get in, you figured. You closed your eyes once again.

When you opened them, you saw Seven sitting in your bedroom on a dining room chair he had dragged over by your bed. He glanced up from his phone. “I was only gone for five minutes,” he teased. “You fell asleep quick.”

“How long was i asleep for?”

He shrugged. “About an hour. Now tell me. How are you feeling? What hurts the most?”

You pushed down the covers, turning in bed very slowly to face him. “Well... I’m super congested. And I keep coughing. And I’m sure you noticed but I’m just tired, Seven.” You felt stupid complaining, but figured he came here when you were sick so he was gonna know every detail of how you were feeling.

“Not fun. Have you eaten yet today? Any nausea?”

You shook your head. “I haven’t even got out of bed.”

“You look pretty cute in your pjs though,” he winked. “How about I order some soup for us? Soup always helps when you’re sick.”

“For us?” You giggled. “Did you forget to eat too.”

“Yup. But soup sounds good to me.” He took out his phone, tapping buttons. “Our Uber Eats is on its way.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. You pushed yourself out of bed, walking towards him to give him a hug. He was extremely gentle with you; normally his hugs were spine-crushing, but this time around he was so careful as though he was afraid you would break in his arms. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice slightly hoarse. “I’m happy you came.”

“I love you too. But you need to stay in bed. It’ll help you feel better,” he scolded, taking your hand and gently pulling you back to bed.

“Seven,” you giggled, pulling back slightly. “I have to pee.”

“Oh,” he dropped your hand, his face flushing bright red. “Sorry about that. I didn’t even think about it. Let me walk you to the bathroom.”

“I’m sick, not dizzy or anything,” you insisted, but there he was, an arm around your waist as you slowly made your way to the bathroom. “You’re not coming in with me,” you scolded as you reached the door.

“But what if you pass out? What will I do?” He sounded genuinely anxious, his eyes filled with worry.

“You’re adorable. I’ll leave the door unlocked just in case,” you comforted, shutting him out. He was so cute. So so cute. But man he was like a helicopter taking care of you. You figured it was because he never really had anyone to take care of him when he was sick; he must want to watch over you the way he would have liked to be watched over.

You were surprised he wasn’t directly outside of the door when you finished. He didn’t keep his location a secret, though. You could hear lots of banging and rustling in cabinets in your kitchen. You made you way over to there next.

“Babe! Glad you made it out of the bathroom safely,” he joked. “Sorry if I’m overbearing. I’m just worried about you.” He looked down at the cups in front of him. “Oh! I’m making you tea! Go back to bed and I’ll bring some in when it’s done.”

You strode your way to his side, placing a kiss on his cheek and thanking him, then followed his orders as he shooed you back to bed. From your room you could hear him singing quietly to himself as he prepared your tea. His voice was actually kind of pleasant to listen to. You closed your eyes and hummed along. Your relaxed state was broken when you heard him shuffle into your room. “Tea is done and soup is here. Aren’t we in for a treat?” He asked, balancing mugs of tea and cups of soup.

“Sure are,” you smiled. You cleared off a few things from your nightstand so that he could set some things down before he made a mess. He smiled at you fondly.

He opened one cup of soup first, dipping the spoon in. He held it out towards your mouth. You laughed. He accidentally spilled the soup. “What’s so funny?” He asked, very flustered as he took a napkin to your blanket to try and dry up the spill.

“I can eat soup on my own, Honey. Don’t worry about the stain.”

He sighed. “I know, but. I just want to do something for you. You’re my partner, you know. I’ve never dated anyone before and I just want to make sure you receive the best of care.”

“You’re so freaking cute,” you said, unable to hide the smile on your face. “Okay. You can feed me my soup.”

His face lit up like you had never seen before. He was more careful this time not to spill the soup, but he definitely took pride when he brought the spoon to your mouth and you took a sip of the broth. “I’m happy that you’re eating,” he noted, a few spoonfuls in. “We’re just gonna take this slow though, so if you aren’t feeling well we can stop.”

“I kinda like this. You taking care of me,” you exhaled, letting the warm soup help you with any congestion.

“Just wait until you move in with me. This all the time. Even when you’re not sick,” he winked.

You coughed. “You want me to move in with you? Like eventually?”

“Well duh,” he said it like it was a fact. “The sooner the better, although it will probably depend on how Saeran is doing. He seems to like you though. So long as you don’t mind him living with us.”

“I’d love that,” you grinned, closing your eyes to picture a happy life with him and Saeran. “Can we just rest for a while?” You asked, peeking your eyes open. “I’m getting sleepy again.”

“Of course.” He held onto your hand but made no other movements.

“In my bed,” you reaffirmed, pulling his hand slightly.

“Oh! You want me to lay with you?” He asked, as though he had never laid next to you.

“Yes! I wanna cuddle so bad. That is, unless you think you’ll get sick.”

He crawled across you into bed. “Defender of Justice doesn’t get sick,” he grumbled. You turned on your side to face him and he got to work situating himself quickly, a hand around your waist, pulling you close, and one resting above your head, stroking the ends of your hair. You nuzzled into his chest.

“This is kinda nice,” you sighed, breathing in his scent. It was comforting. “Is it okay if I fall asleep? Like you won’t get too bored?”

“I’m never bored when I’m with you. I’ll probably fall asleep too, with you safe next to me. Wake me up the second you wake up, though,” he whispered, his voice soft and loving.

“Okay.”

“Pinky promise?”

You reached your hand down to the one on your hips, looping your pinky with his. “Pinky promise. Thanks for coming to take care of me. I love you.”

He pulled up the blanket, tucking it gently around you. “I love you too, Sweetie.”

I hope this was okay and hope you feel better soon!!

#mystic messenger #mysme #707

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rthoney · 4 years

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1. im ok with my height 2. Australian Shepard 3. not really.is a sweatshirt and leggings a style? 4. wii 5. probably like the 5 people i talk to every day, hamilton, music 6. i thought of like 6 different things.. 7. idk you pick something and ill answer it 8. fuck idk 9. YES BUT IF YOU TICKLE ME BE PREPARE TO BE KICKED 10. just pollen 11. straight 12. all three. 13. both 14. mermaid hehe i love swimming 15. no 16. 5′ 7″ 17. eliza idk i like my name 18. no 19. nope 20. ocean 21. kinda more like my dad and stepmom are so like i kinda am too. idrk. 22. people umm idk 23. i dont know 24. i dont have one. they all kinda just look like stars to me.. 25. ^^ 26. wtf is that 27. heights. spiders. snake. most bugs in general. sleeping bags. 28. absoultely 29. no 30. H.A.M.I.L.T.O.N 31. i get startled pretty easily but like actually scared, a little less easly 32.fuck alot. ummm i think 14 not including all the fish ive had 33.well its anon so... 34. idk. 35. new york, paris, austria, irleand, 36. in the same town i have lived in my whole life 37. meduim brown 38. both.. 39. naw 40. both 41. my mutals 42. my best friendsssss 43. i want another percing on my ear 44. ig 45. no 46. no thank you :) 47. i hate the sound of things being hit on metal 48. lin manuel mirandas voice <3 49. nope 50.NOPE 51. LIN. MANUEL. MIRANDA. 52. HAMILTON 53. im feeling good 54. the color that it is..... 55. idfk 56. listening for music 57. not that i know of 58. it means elizard hamilton 59. music. friends. art. thats probably not what it meant but idk 60. yes 61. being and asshole 62. hamilton and fanfics, mostly 63. idk what this means 64. DOGS. CATS. PANDAS. MOST ANIMALS. 65.i have wayyyy more than three tho..... 66. idk. 67. i dont have one. 68. i dont know what that is... 69. aquaruis...? 70. no ones old and ones dumb 71. probably my pjs or my london tshirt and jeans/leggings 72. if anyone reminds me i will lol. i doubt anyone will read all of these tho. 73.yes but i dont wear them cause i cant walk in heals 74. idk.... 75. fuck no 76. yea 77. YES I LOVE SWIMMING 78. swimmingggg 79. wasps 80. every broadway show ever to be profretionally recorded. 81. i have two in each ear but i rarely wear the bottom one 82. paiting 83.any one of my best friends. 84. memes. depressed people. fandoms 85.166 86. fuck no. 87. nope. like %80 of the time they dont match 88. sometimes 89. amithest. 90. idk 91. daisiessss 92. idfk 93. 0-2 94.read minds 95. ..idk 96. WINTER 97. idk 98. this ass hole i used to be friends with. he was a racist dick and very toxic 99. i d k 100. idk 101. converse 102. Washington 103. No 104. idk 105. yes 106. some 107. nooooo 108. most things lol 109. kinda 110. idk 111. idrk 112. yea but just like tiny spiders 113. yessssssss 114. sunny unless its raining 115. i dont know. 116. i dont fuccking know 117. blue...? 118. i wishhhh 119 personality 120. vegitables 121. watch hamilton 122. sky 123. sweet, i dont like sour things 124. dim 125. no 126. idk 127. my friends <3 128. what does this mean... 129. idfk 130. my brother 131. basically everything about me 132. sometimes but not really. 133. computer 134. FUCK YEA 135. no 136.what? 137. no 138. 6.7 139. ri ri, ri, genie, honey, riles, bitch, eliza, weirdo, trash, riley elizabeth gene (not my name) 140. no 141. once. but i was super awkward and didnt talk the enitre time amd never saw her again. i probably need theriapy 142. good 143. giving 144. racists, terfs, people who are assholes 145. 1 146. boys 147. what is that 148. my eyes :P 149. idk 150. lexi. peggy. alex. 151. early brodway era 152. yes. sometimes its a problem 153. LOL IM SINGLE 154. yess 155. yos. espisally when my friends hate it so i do it to mess with them 156. my family. talking about my life with my family. sharing things i like with my family, talking about who i like. 157. preforming 158. how i met my best friend. its a long story but ill say if anyone wants me to 159. 142 160. 3563 161. 7 162. 4641 163. i dont know 164. long 165. probably now is the longest its been. or like kindergarden lol 166. ? 167. no 168. a little 169. hell naw 170. yea.

HOLY FUCK THAT TOOK SO FUCKING LONG

thank you anon

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badwolfwrites-sometimes · 4 years

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Drawn Together: Chapter 16

I may or may not have forgotten to post this chapter here for a while... Anyway, there are 5 references to other pieces of Hetalia work, see if you can get them all right.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18923374/chapters/57211975

♡~Feli~♡: Ludwig

Ludwig: Yes?

♡~Feli~♡: Im sad

Ludwig: Why are you sad?

♡~Feli~♡: Mirror me is ugly ♡~Feli~♡: I have these dumb fat cheeks and this stupid baby face and this fat body ♡~Feli~♡: No matter how hard i try i cant lose them ♡~Feli~♡: Ill never be manly enough for girls to like me

Ludwig: Feliciano are you crying?

♡~Feli~♡: Ofc im crying ♡~Feli~♡: I just look so dumb no wonder ppl call me stupid

Ludwig: Okay, take a deep breath Ludwig: You only look ugly to yourself because you are crying Ludwig: You aren't dumb and you aren't ugly Ludwig: And I am pretty sure there are some girls out there that will like you Ludwig: Have you eaten anything today?

♡~Feli~♡: No ♡~Feli~♡: Im already fat enough i dont deserve more food

Ludwig: Feliciano Ludwig: Losing weight isn't about not eating at all Ludwig: Not that you have any to lose, you look perfectly fit in your pictures Ludwig: Once you stop crying go eat something Ludwig: You will feel much better

♡~Feli~♡: But ill still be fat and ill still have this stupid baby face

Ludwig: They are alright Feliciano Ludwig: They are barely noticable Ludwig: Now will you please go eat something

♡~Feli~♡: Okay

Ludwig: Good Ludwig: I am worried about you, do you think we could have another video call?

♡~Feli~♡: Let me dry my tears first

Feliciano took his time calming down. He made himself some tea and grabbed the leftover pizza from the fridge. Today, he was alone in the house, a feeling that worsened his melancholy. There was no one to hold him and cuddle him and tell him that things are okay. There was no one to yell at him and tell him to pull himself together and do something useful in life before whispering to him that he's beautiful. Feliciano craved those moments today.

He didn't even warm up his pizza before eating it like it was straight out of a famous Italian restaurant. His tea left forgotten as he dined, only the soft smell of cinnamon strong enough to calm his nerves down. It wasn't the time to be depressed, he had Ludwig to talk to. Finishing off his pizza, he grabbed his tea and retreated to his room, turning on Skype.

♡~Feli~♡: Okay im calm you can skype me now

Ludwig: Alright, let me just turn on my laptop

A few minutes later, Feliciano got the Skype notification on his computer. Accepting the call, he was met with the usual Ludwig business, bringing a smile to his face.

Ludwig was dressed properly, nothing too fancy, but also not in pajamas like Feliciano was. His hair was neatly slicked back and his room as tidy as always. Same couldn't be said about Feliciano.

On top of wearing pj's all day everyday, Feliciano was tightly wrapped up in a thick blanket like it was in the middle of winter and not plain old May. His eyes were still noticeably red and puffy, but Ludwig wouldn't comment on that even if it killed him. To add to the sad wintery atmosphere Feliciano had going on, between his hands, he was cuddling a colorful cup covered in stars.

Said cup was the first thing Feliciano noticed Ludwig was staring at. "Do you like it? I made it myself when I was a kid." He smiled.

Ludwig nodded, clearing his throat. "Yes. It really fits you, I must admit."

Feliciano giggled, feeling a bit of a sting from his eyes. He will probably have a headache in the morning.

"Are you feeling better?" Ludwig continued. "Did you eat anything?"

Feliciano nodded. "I had some leftover pizza so I ate that. And now I'm drinking tea to feel good about myself."

"Good. That is good."

"I guess."

"Do you feel better now that you had something to eat?" Ludwig asked, his concern for Feliciano noticeable in his voice.

"Yeah, I think. Sorry I worried you like that."

"Don't be. If anything, I am glad that you spoke to me about it. I know how you feel. I was a chubby kid too."

"How did you lose weight?"

"I didn't. Growing up, my weight just transferred into muscles and I trained for a while. None of it went away."

"Well, that's comforting." Feliciano sighed sadly. "I can't keep a training schedule to save my life. Especially now that I am out of school and do nothing all day."

"You just need something to push you to do it." Ludwig said. "How about a dare?"

"A dare? Are we playing truth or dare?"

"We can if you want to."

"Okay. What's your dare?"

"I dare you to do 3 pushups every day for the next month."

Feliciano nearly spat out some of the tea he was drinking. "Three?! I can barely do 1!"

"It is a dare, you have to do it." Ludwig almost smirked.

"Only if you do something as well."

Ludwig was about to start regretting his decision. "What is it?"

Feliciano thought hard for a while, before coming up with a challenge long and hard enough for Ludwig to do it. "You told me once you weren't much of an artist."

"Yes." Ludwig was definitely regretting playing this game.

"I want you to paint me a picture of what made you happy that day. Every day. For the next month." Feliciano smirked.

"Does it have to be a painting?" Ludwig meekly asked. "You know how busy my schedule is."

"No, but it has to be colorful. And I want them sent to me by 11 p.m. ever day."

"You really like challenges, don't you?"

"You dared me first. Now you have to do it too."

"Fine." Ludwig relaxed in his chair. "It is my turn I believe." He took his time thinking about the perfect question. "If you could only see one color for the rest of your life, which one would it be?"

Taken a bit by surprise, Feliciano thought for a while, looking around to spot a color which stood out the most to him. The sea was calm today, that got his attention, so calm it was almost calling for him, so, so very... "Blue." He said out loud, without realizing it.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me." Ludwig's voice pulled Feliciano out of his trance. "I would like to see brown mostly."

Feliciano's face almost twisted at the word brown. Why brown? It doesn't even stand out that much in nature, it's just darker orange and an ugly mix of colors together. "Why?"

Ludwig smiled. "My dogs are mostly brown." Well that explained a lot.

"I should have expected that." Feliciano laughed. "My turn. Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

An awkward question to ask Ludwig, Feliciano noticed. His cheeks have gotten a shade or two darker than usual, something that would probably go unnoticeable if he wasn't so pale. Regardless, Feliciano just had to know.

Ludwig breathed in. "No. I don't even have a female friend that isn't family to me."

"You've never dated?" Feliciano asked in surprise. And Ludwig was so good looking?

Ludwig shook his head, slightly embarrassed. "I get it that I haven't, but you? Look," Feliciano started, "when I come to Germany, we'll go hunting for ladies so that neither of us are single ever again, okay?"

It was no use in arguing over girls with Feliciano, so Ludwig just gave in. "Why are you so obsessed with them anyway?"

"Is that the next question?" Feliciano asked.

"Yes."

Feliciano thought for a bit. "I think it's because I have multiple personalities living inside of me." He pointed to his chest. "One is your regular flirty Italian, the other is a sad bastard and the third one is just a huge lesbian."

Ludwig laughed, but Feliciano continued. "I think we all have a female part inside of us, mine just happens to like girls more than normal."

"Okay, if you say so." Ludwig still had to recover from his laughing fit.

"Also, lately I've been having these strange dreams. Like, one time I dreamed I was stuck in a dreamworld and it was all really beautiful and nice, but I would die if I stayed for too long. And you were coming to save me." Feliciano rambled. "Would you come save me from the dreamworld, Ludwig?"

"Of course I would." Truth to be told, Ludwig wasn't following Feliciano much.

"Aw, thank you. Anyway, that's not even the weirdest. I dreamed about this guy Steve one time, only he wasn't actually a guy but some alien creature. And he had this big mansion and I was stuck in there and I couldn't escape and it was so horrifying." Feliciano shivered at the memory of his dream.

"I must admit that it does sound horrifying. Especially if you happen to be claustrophobic." Ludwig said. "Now that you mention it, I've been having some strange dreams as well. And for some reason, you are always in them."

That peaked Feliciano's interest. Not that he wasn't interested in the first place. "Oh, I wanna hear! I wanna hear!"

"Well, one time I was a pilot during World War 2 and I was stationed in Italy and I met you, but then something happened and I had to leave. My plane crashed and I was imprisoned and you came to save me, then..." Ludwig stopped. "I don't recall what happened next, but it ended nicely, I think. I just remember flying a Messerschmitt Bf 109."

"Mrs. What?" Feliciano asked.

"Messerschmitt. It was a German fighter plane in World War 2. It was a rival plane to Spitfire and had a yellow nose."

Feliciano laughed. "I'll forget it's name, but at least I'll know it had a yellow nose."

"That is all you need to know." Ludwig continued. "Then I had another dream and it was poker themed. I was the king of hearts and you were my queen. That is pretty much all I remember from it."

"You must think so highly of me to make me your queen, I'm flattered." Feliciano giggled. "What do you think these dreams mean?"

"No idea, but I wish I knew. Maybe, they represent our bond with each other as friends."

"Maybe. Maybe they are telling us of our past lives and all that. Like your war one."

"I want to stop you because if you start talking like that, we will never leave the topic of dreams."

Feliciano laughed, glad that Ludwig was listening to him by stopping him from going too far with his talking. "When will you come to Italy, Ludwig? We could have so much fun."

"As soon as I have some more free time, I will pay you a visit."

"Yes! We can go on tour of Rome and I could show you the Colosseum and The Pantheon and Bocca della Verita and I could show you our beaches and we would have so much fun!"

"You sound like you have already planned everything out."

"That's just one possibility. I could give you a tour of all of Italy if you want. You just have to come here first."

Ludwig attempted his nicest smile. And failed. Feliciano was so excited about all of this. "Would you show me the Rialto Bridge as well?"

It would be a lie to say Feliciano's eyes didn't glow at this point. "Of course I would! And maybe you can bring your girlfriend, if you get one in time, and you can do the kiss scene from the book! You can even get married! Can I be your best man, please?"

"You will have to fight Gilbert for that position. I doubt he would just give it away."

"Gilbert, you are a worthy opponent. But I must take you down for the sake of providing myself the glorious Best Man position." Feliciano delivered the speech. "I can do best wedding speeches, I think Gilbert is already losing."

"We will see." Ludwig laughed. "But wouldn't you want to be your brother's best man?"

"I'm the odd one out, they got each other. Aside from you, I don't have much options on who else to have as my best man." Feliciano sighed.

"Well, that is really sad. I probably won't marry at all, so if you get married, I can still be your best man." Ludwig said.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Yes."

"But what about Gilbert?"

"I admire you for believing that he would get married, but I doubt that would be the case."

"Harsh truth." Feliciano laughed. "I hope Lovi can get married. If not here, he could get married somewhere else."

"One day it might be possible."

"One day when the world isn't as hateful as now. I think he'll hate having to be married outside of Italy."

Silence fell upon them, just as the front door of Feliciano's house slammed shut. A soft, but loud voice could be heard. "Feli! I'm home!"

"Romeo is home. I'm not alone anymore." Feliciano commented.

"Do I suddenly not exist?" Ludwig asked, a bit offended by Feliciano's statement.

"No! I meant that I'm not home alone anymore. Don't go anywhere, I'd be sad if you stopped existing." Feliciano corrected himself.

A sound of footsteps coming up the stairs could be heard, but Feliciano failed to hear them.

"I won't be going anywhere then." Ludwig said, just as the door to Feliciano's room opened.

"Hi Feli." Romeo greeted. "Who are you talking to?"

Feliciano jumped slightly as the door opened, but smiled to his brother. "Ludwig. Come say hi."

Romeo did as he was told and greeted Ludwig. "Hi Lud."

"Hello." Came a response.

"Feli, nonno said he'll be coming home the day after tomorrow. We should probably prepare Lovi just in case." Romeo said.

"Good idea. I'll be down when we're done and we can plan the thing out." Feliciano responded and Romeo left him to wrap things up with Ludwig.

"So nonno is coming home soon. Which is bad. And we need to prepare Lovi for it. Which is worse." Feliciano explained the situation to Ludwig, seeing as the latter didn't know much Italian.

"I see. Basically, you get to be a pigeon again." Ludwig remarked.

Feliciano laughed, partially glad Ludwig still remembered that from a couple of months ago. "Probably. Maybe it works out okay in the end, but I doubt it."

"I am here whenever you need me. Except when I am at college or at work, but other than that..."

"Thanks." Feliciano laughed. "I gotta go. Me and Romeo have to plan this out carefully."

"Before you do, it is Romeo and I. Remember it."

"Yes, yes, Romeo and I, okay. Talk to you later, Ludwig!" Feliciano said, waving goodbye to Ludwig.

"Good luck!" Ludwig simply said and gave Feliciano a small wave before ending the call. They talked for good 3 hours, but to Feliciano it only felt like a couple of minutes.

He walked downstairs to discuss things with Romeo. Getting his brother and grandfather in the same room again won't be easy and Feliciano just hoped it would turn out okay in the end.

#GerIta #Germany x Italy #APH Germany #hetalia GerIta #gerita fanfic #aph gerita #hws gerita #APH Italy #aph seborga #hws germany #hws italy #hws seborga #APH #hws #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #drawn together story

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adorascake · 4 years

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Hi I saw you talking about instrument stereotypes in your marching band au and was wondering if you wanna talk about what these stereotypes were? Thanks for the fic it was a really fun read!!!

i don’t really feel like talking about all of the stereotypes so ill just do some im familiar with agahsls

flute (*chef kiss*): dainty, sweet, loves gossip, lipgloss wearer, Basic White Girl, either super quiet or the meanest girl you’ve met, oh yeah only girls play flute bc of cooties. um. im required to add tho that in my experience, flutes are literally all over the place. yeah u have ur stereotypical ones n ive known a couple in my life, one was my best friend for 8 years (she quit after 7th grade tho lmao. the tea is that i wouldn’t have played it if she didn’t make me do it with her), but some of my closest flute friends are: insanely smart and in a million clubs and high key intimidating until u get to know her, the biggest procrastinator and the definition of gifted child syndrome (also an atheist who loves Christmas more than the Virgin Mary); a pageant queen/rotc/girl scouts/stem girl who just wants to work for nasa; chillest dude ill ever meet and literally does not give af about anything; awkward uncle-like figure that is unpredictable; sweetest queen in the world who loves memes and is woodwind captain;;;u get the idea. as for me, i fall under some of the stereotypes lmao. im reserved and im a wearer of lipgloss but id consider myself kinda unpredictable? bc my non-band friends and family members all see me as this quiet sweet girl but i was heavily involved in band and leadership and have had to raise my voice at stupid 9th graders and have literally sat my booty on a moving prop in front of thousands of people with a microphone attached to my flute,,,so,,,tea. people are always shocked at how much i did in just my high school career bc they don’t see me like that, but im determined as shit and work my butt off to win awards and do exceptionally well in auditions. i guess that’s kinda my explanation for sticking adora on flute? it’s part of it, anyway. it’s just not expected of her bc of the stereotype and her overall demeanor. buuut she also plays multiple instruments and her primary instrument was supposed to be trumpet so it works out.

lmao okay with that rant aside ontoooo clarinet: passive, passive aggressive, pretty chill for the most part, probably tired, they’re pretty competitive like flutes ngl, will talk shit about u behind ur back, shows up to rehearsal in pjs tbh, has a very specific aesthetic they follow, and in my experience, date too much within their own section

oboe: mean, sarcastic shits, irresponsible af but also very timely and organized (again, personal experience that has a story involved that the directors never forgot all year long), probably march saxophone, OR they super sweet and the most friendly and talkative person you’ll ever meet

bassoon: chillest people on the planet, will trade a high five for a short nap, probably gay, take what they do very seriously but also complain about band nonstop

saxophone: do i,,,do i need to go into detail? plays careless whisper way too many times (seriously how the FRICK do all y’all have it memorized the FIRST DAY OF BAND CAMP????), will pretend to write on their music when the director asks everyone to write something down bc they don’t have a pencil, hair care is of upmost importance to them, a little full of themselves, probably also play sports

bass clarinet: don’t really have much to say about these dudes. the reed group is relatively decent as a whole. they do get forgotten tho

French horn: they are one of the following: full of themselves, take what they do seriously, both, or could not care less about band or music. oh my god the amount of times the mellophone soloists were called out for cracking notes last year—

side note i was supposed to play french horn but said NO i will be metal stick with holes girl>:(

trumpet: oh my god. the cockiest of the cocky. the good ones know they’re good and don’t hesitate to show it off. probably dating a poor freshmen flute. has probably dated 5 flutes in the course of their high school career and told them all they loved them and would never break up with them. these people’s egos are through the roof it’s actually crazy how high they are. hence, why adora gives off trumpet energy.

kk im getting lazy so low brass as a whole: what...idk what goes on in there but i don’t think i want to find out. it’s like. a cult or something i swear. also please @ confident dudes please stop changing in the band hall for rehearsal no one cares to see that (literally the amount of clothing ive had to clean up when it was the flute leaders’ turn to clean the band hall,,,this ain’t ur closet buddy please take ur cowboy boots and jeans home). also please stop losing ur stand tune music. and please keep ur locker areas clean it’s actually terrifying what goes on over in that area.

percussion/front ensemble/pit/drum line: okay front ensemble/pit is usually pretty chill, tho i hate them bc they got to stand in the shade for half of band camp while the rest of us suffered in 100 degree heat. oh yeah and they had their phones. also dated a dude in front ensemble who turned out to be a jerk and insulted my intelligence and abilities as a musician despite me being more accomplished than him,,,so im somewhat biased. but the electronics guys??? sweet as hell. always helped me when i had a mic issue n always had the mics all ready to go for us for rehearsal. when the fuzzy thing on the mic kept falling off?? they did try to help n i love them for that, even tho no resolution was found n the fuzzy thing kept falling off throughout the season (n at super regionals❤️). drum line?? druggies the lot of them. probably ripped. the girls are hot so catra could’ve been on drum line but i needed her on clarinet for the purposes of the fic. they do be givin off a sicc beat tho✌🏼

#AGAHSKSLS THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY #literally if anyone asks me about band i will go on a rant❤️❤️bc i love music❤️❤️#asks

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ilovereadingandilovebreathing · 5 years

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Can You please do a fanfic where Remy is sick with a bad flu or cold but still wants to go out and is determined to do so Patton has try to handle a whiney clingy baby that is Remy?

It took me too long, but HERE IT IS, precious, patient Anon. Thank you for your patience. As per usual, I doubt it’s what you imagined, but. C’est la vie.

Warnings for Brief Remus mentions VERY BRIEF Deceit mention

• • • •

A single knock immediately followed by a bellowing, “Helloooooooooooooo, Sides!” shocked Patton from his quiet evening of binging Parks and Recreation on the couch.

“Well, you’re early today!” Patton smiled and stood to greet the embodiment of sleep as he burst into the MindScape, sipping from the reusable Starbucks cup Roman had conjured for him.

“Yeah, planning a big night.” Remy took a large gulp from his drink before continuing. “First I’m gonna go bug Little Wernicke to get him to tell me about language stuff.” Remy took another sip. “Then, I gotta go visit Ol’ Ponyo (he hates when I call him that) to get Logan’s whole ‘sleep schedule’ thing sorted, and then I’m-”

“Hey, Remy, are you okay? You sound like you ran here.”

Remy cut off his current sip and replied, “Whaddyou mean? I’m fine! Just excited for tonight is all.”

“Are you sure? You sound breathless-”

“So anyway, I showed up because I have nooooo idea when I’ll be back, and I didn’t want you sending the snake or freaky Rere to hunt me down for bed time.” Remy took another sip.

“We never sent them-”

“Well, relay the message anyway. Keep. Away.” Remy took multiple sips from the cup as he turned from Patton. “Tata, Papa-”

“Wait! Don’t I get a hug?” Patton reached out beckoningly and wiggled his eyebrows.

[[MORE]]

“Uh, sure, I guess? Anything for you, Peachy Pat.” Remy crossed to Patton and lightly wrapped his arms around the Moral Side who squeezed him in return before swiftly leaning up to kiss his forehead.

“Oooo you’re hot!”

“Well, I know, but I definitely didn’t expect-”

“No, literally, Remy; you’re sweating.”

Genuine confusion overtook Remy’s features. “But I’m freezing-”

“Have you looked in a mirror recently?”

Remy gawked.

“No, not like that. Wow. I’m sorry. You’re just very, very rosy cheeked, Remy, and not in a cute way.”

Remy gaped indignantly. “I am always cute-”

“Remy, are you sick?”

“No, of course not!”

“Remy.”

“Seriously, I’m Sleep. How could I get sick?”

“Look, I don’t know the fancy details of it, but I know Lo, Ro, and Vee have been sick before from like...working too hard, so I’m sure you could get sick, too!”

“That’s ridiculous! I’m not like the rest of you!”

“Remy. You’re sick.” Patton slipped around Remy to shut and seal the MindScape door. “You need to rest and get better. Stay in for a night.”

“Patton. I’m fine.” Remy bit out.

“Then why are you drinking so much? Thirsty? Or is your throat not doing so well?”

Remy swallowed thickly and pulled the straw from his lips. “I just...you know I love coffee.”

“You don’t smell like coffee. I don’t see anything dark coming up that straw. That’s pure water. You know you’re sick, Rem; please, just stay here!”

“I told you, Pat; I have plans tonight! Important ones to help our Resident Brain, too!”

“Cancel them. Logan will understand.”

“Patton. I’m going, and you can’t make me stay here.”

“Oh, you wanna bet?”

Remy had never seen such a dark, nearly wicked look overtake Patton’s features, but he had no time to process before the other was coming at him.

•••••••••••

Strangely enough, finding Patton forcibly wrapping Remy in a blanket wasn’t the oddest thing Logan, Roman, and Virgil had ever come across. They stared for a moment in a mixture of confusion, amusement, and concern from their various positions on the stairs, having been coaxed out of their respective rooms by Remy’s shouts of protest.

“Uh, Patton?” Virgil called from his spot on the topmost step, brow quirked and a frown on his lips. “What are you doing?”

“Why are you preparing a Remy Blanket Burrito, Padre?” Roman chimed in from the bottommost step.

“Guys!” Remy gasped dramatically, now fully wrapped and perched on the couch. “Thank GOODness you’re here! Save me from this MAD man!!”

“Oh, Rem, you’re fine.” Patton scoffed lightly as he pushed himself off of the embodiment of sleep, clapping his hands together in a satisfied fashion before giving Remy a light pat on what was probably his leg. “Well, actually, you’re not fine, and that’s why I had to get you all nice and swaddled up!”

“What is the matter with Remy?” Logan asked abruptly, eying Sleep carefully.

“Nothing!!!” Remy screeched indignantly; if he could, he’d likely cross his arms and slouch in pouting protest. “I’m perfectly fine, but your father figure over here has decided that I’m sick.”

“You ARE sick, Remy!” Patton cut in. “You have a fever!”

“That’s ridiculous! I’m Sleep; not human!”

“But you’re part of one!” Patton retorted while retreating toward the kitchen. “And you need to get better! I’ll be right back!”

“Is Thomas sick?” Virgil piped up in a tenser tone.

“Not that I am aware of.” Logan reassured him. “But I believe as we can experience illness due to burnout, Sleep could conceivably experience the same if Thomas is not resting adequately.”

“I definitely wouldn’t say he’s been chummy with the Sandman as of late.” Roman muttered, rubbing at his own eyes.

“I’m not sick! I can’t get sick! Thomas has adjusted to his...unique sleeping habits, and so have I!” Remy’s voice faded into a rasp at the end of his terse tirade, drawing looks from the three Sides.

“You sound rough, Rem.” Virgil gave him a soft, sad smile. “Please give it a rest and let Patton take care of you. Give me one less thing to worry about for once.”

Remy sighed loudly and threw his head to the side. “Fine. Only for you, my nightly nuisance. You keep me busy, but I’ll give you a break.” Remy huffed, side-eying Virgil.

“Promise?”

“Oh my god, are we five?” Remy’s eye roll and Virgil’s intense stare created a tangible tension, neither speaking as one finally cracked under the other. “FINE. Yes. Yes, yes, I can promise to let myself be sick and taken care of and whatever other junk.”

“Good.” Virgil turned back toward his room.

“What? You’re not going to keep me company?”

“Nah, man. Snarky you I can do, but this whiny version of you gets my heart feeling uncomfortable.” Virgil pats over his heart before climbing the stairs.

“But you don’t really have a-”

“Please take care of yourself.” Logan interrupted. “We need you in peak state to get Thomas where he needs to be. Especially since you finally agreed to the sleep schedule.” Logan leveled Remy with a look before following Virgil’s path.

Roman crossed to the couch and put his hands on his knees. “Do you need anything? I can conjure up whatever you want that isn’t coffee or anything else to keep you awake.” Roman laughed at Remy’s groan. “You need sleep, Sleep! So, again: need anything?”

“Not from you, traitor.” Remy snarked with no real malice; he winked before finally submitting and wilting into his blanket with a weak smile. “Actually, if you could help me out of this blanket bind and into some PJs, that would be great.”

“Absolutely.” Roman began untangling the enormous blanket and laughed softly. “Patton does go overboard, but only because he cares. He’s good at what he does, especially the father role, so let him love on you for a bit.” Roman whooped and grinned in victory as he freed Remy from his cocoon; the prince reached out and pulled his friend to his feet, snapping his fingers to trade Sleep’s typical leather jacket for a lightweight white pajama shirt and black pajama pants with sleeping moons.

“Appropriate.” Remy chuckled and collapsed back on the couch, provoking a cocked brow from Roman.

“Need anything else?”

“That’s it for now.”

Roman gave him a look.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sure PattonCake can handle anything I can come up with, but I’ll let you know.”

“Very well. Rest well, my friend. I will see you in sickness and in health!” Roman sunk out just as Remy coughed out, “uh, I do?”

Remy sat in the sudden silence for a moment, just breathing and taking in how he really felt. He’d spent most of the day avoiding Roman’s freaky brother and his endless stream of whacked out sleep deprivation experiments and disturbing dreams, as he had been for a little while now, and honestly it was becoming exhausting. Tragic was the day for him that the other half of Creativity was set free.

“Here we go!” Patton breezed into the room with a tray which he sat on the coffee table in front of Remy, who’d rearranged the blanket in a less restrictive fashion. “Cute jammies! Roman?”

Remy nodded as he eyed the food on the tray. “Tea? Soup? Pat, I’m serious; you know we’re not actually human, right?”

“So? Nothing wrong with some herbs and homemade soup for any type of being! It’s good for the soul!”

“Which, again, we technically don’t have.”

Patton ignored Remy in favor of settling in beside him on the couch. “So, what do you feel like watching?”

“I don’t really care. Whatever you were watching is probably fine. Parks and Rec for the 18th time, I assume.”

Patron shrugged happily and pulled up their favorite streaming service.

“My god. And you guys wonder why I go to the hippocampus for my entertainment.” Remy mumbled and settled in to the couch, slouching into himself a bit. “Way funnier stuff in there, especially from the teen years.”

“Ooooo any baby Thomas stuff in there? I’d love to see that.”

“Well, apparently the memory parts of the brain didn’t really figure out how to communicate properly until Thomas was at least 4 or 5, so Small Tom Tom is a yes, but Tiny Tom Tom is a no.”

“Aw, man. That’d be cute, too, though! Maybe I should go with you some time!”

“Mmm maybe.” Remy assented as he settled in to the couch; the familiar theme song played, and Patton stretched before settling in himself.

“Doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo.” Patton sang along, waving a finger as the theme came to an end, and Remy chuckled lightly.

“You know the whole theme song? Even though it doesn’t even have words?”

“Sure. It’s pretty simple, especially when you’ve heard it hundreds of times.”

Remy just laughed again in response. After a few minutes, he eyed the tea and soup, eyes turning down at realizing Patton’s efforts for him, and he leaned over to pull the tray into his lap. He just caught Patton glancing at him with a small smile before he quickly turned back to the TV to give Remy some privacy while he ate. Remy’s own lips turned up as he brought the tea cup to his lips, his eyes widening at the taste; it was actually delicious. He’d never been a fan of tea that wasn’t green or the occasional black of the proper variety, but Patton somehow knew how to get the right taste for him. Roman was right; he was good at this. Remy scooped up some of the soup and couldn’t contain a small whine of relief as it soothed his aching throat the way his water hadn’t been able to.

Before long, Remy polished off everything Patton gave him, and he settled back with a contented sigh, his eyes drooping heavily.

“Good?” Patton murmured quietly so as not to startle Remy from his sleepy stupor.

“Great.” Remy mumbled with another sigh and hugged the blanket around himself tightly.

“Hey, Rem?” Patton whispered.

“Mmm?”

“You wanna snuggle?”

“Um who do I look like, Logan? Absolutely.”

“Well, I mean, you do...”

“Oh my god, Father of the Sides, cuddle me already.” Remy grumbled and thrashed out of the blankets to throw his arms around Patton’s middle, his head on Patton’s upper chest.

Patton just chuckled in return and pulled Remy in close, gently running his hands through Remy’s sweaty, slightly tangled hair.

Patton’s hold suddenly loosened, and Remy let out a discontented grunt. “Hold on. I gotta get something.”

“Noooooooooooo,” Remy moaned pitifully when Patton extracted him from his embrace; Sleep flopped down bonelessly as Patton stood and went into the kitchen. The Moral Side quickly returned with Remy’s cup filled with water and a damp washcloth.

“You’re still all sweaty and feverish even though you’re shivering.” Patton sat down and gently laid the cold cloth on the back of Remy’s neck, leaving his hand there to keep it in place. “I’m gonna help your body with getting your fever to chill out, okay?

“Bad pun.” Remy muttered and pulled Patton toward him; Remy let his head loll and fall to rest on Patton’s shoulder, the full body exhaustion finally kicking in now that he was settled and full. “...thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry I was such a pain in the ass.” Remy breathed in Patton’s ear before moving to lay in Patton’s lap.

“Too tired to sit up?”

Remy nodded mutely in response, his eyes closed, and Patton rubbed Remy’s back under his shirt, his hands warm and providing a slight reprieve from the chills Remy couldn’t shake.

“You sure...I have a fever?” Remy mumbled sluggishly as he rolled over to get more comfortable, his nose now touching Patton’s stomach and his arms wrapped around the other’s torso.

“Pretty darn, but chills with a fever aren’t uncommon with something like this.” Patton kept his voice even and soothing as he explained, “Lo, Ro, and Vee all experienced symptoms like this when they were burnt out. That’s all this is. You’ve just worked yourself too hard, like a computer that hasn’t been turned off in too long.”

Remy hummed in acknowledgement of Patton’s speech, the other unaware if the sleepy being even heard what he said; Remy’s breathing, though raspy, was becoming heavy and even.

Patton turned on the subtitles and turned down the volume on the TV; he ran his hand over Remy’s back in time with his slower breathing, hoping to help lull him all the way to sleep.

Patton’s gaze snapped up when he heard voices and saw movement on the stairs; Virgil and Roman froze midway down, staring first at Patton and then at Remy before silencing themselves and tiptoeing the rest of the way down. They slipped in and out of the kitchen quickly enough, Roman conjuring a whiteboard to ask Patton if he needed anything before they retreated for the rest of the night.

Patton shook his head with a small smile and a mouthed “thank you” as the pair nodded and headed for the stairs.

Virgil flashed him a thumbs up and mouthed an exaggerated, “no, thank YOU” with a point at Remy and slunk up the stairs after Roman, the latter blowing kisses from his perch before vanishing as well.

Patton shook his head, trying in vain to hold back laughter at his boys’ antics. Remy shifted in his lap, groaning unhappily as he tried to settle back in to comfort; he hugged Patton closer, like a child to his teddy, and sighed one last time in contentment before fully slipping off to sleep.

Patton kept on hand on Remy’s neck and the other on his back, keeping Sleep in safety and comfort until he awoke hours later, every bit as sassy yet clingy as he had been, though the hints of gratitude were far more obvious than before.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #thomas sanders #thomas sanders fanfic #thomas sanders fic #asks #replies #remyanon #mine #tsfanfics

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dvp95 · 4 years

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quiet on widow’s peak (6)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 2.9k (this chapter), 19.7k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

read this chapter on ao3 or here!

Hope my friends and I didn't make things weird for you yesterday. We're heading to the city around noon if you're still up for helping us with the boring part.

noon?? fucking alright i guess i gotta put pants on

lmao yeah, sorry. My parents woke us up at EIGHT like that's a normal time to be awake????

desgostang

What?

ill send u the link later and also no i didnt feel weird yesterday you guys are nice

That's good! And hey I wanted to ask. You were kind of put on the spot with introducing yourself, would you rather we called you Dan or Winnie? I just wanna make sure we aren't making you uncomfortable at all lmao

no its all fine you can call me dan idc and actually its best if you do call me dan when youre in my work lmao

Are you totally sure?

why would i lie abt this. dont be an idiot it isnt a good look on you

haha okay. I’ll see you around noon.

“Christopher is a nice boy,” Phil’s mum is telling him as she helps him with their fancy new coffeemaker. There are so many buttons and Phil is so, so tired. “And Sophie is lovely, such a soft-spoken thing. Why haven’t we met them before, dear?”

“Dunno,” Phil says instead of the truth, which is that he’d had no idea how he was supposed to introduce them. “You have now, though.”

His mum laughs and reaches up to pat his cheek. “True enough. I’m so happy that you’ve got good people around you, Philip. I’ve gotten quite worried about you down there by yourself, you know.”

“I’m not by myself,” says Phil. “I live with, like, thirty people.”

“Bunch of strangers, I’ll bet,” she says, because she knows him. “Aside from those three.”

The thing is, she’s not wrong. Phil’s obviously exaggerating about the number of people under the roof of the creaky Brighton house, but the truth is that he can’t keep track half the time. A lot of the rooms get sublet out randomly, or a significant other will start spending so much time around the place that they might as well pay rent, and Phil really isn’t good with new people. He gets along fine with Holly and Dave, but they’ve been there as long as he has and the closest they’ve ever come to a heart-to-heart was comparing anxiety meds over burned pancakes.

Chris and Sophie were there when Phil moved in, and they’d taken one look at him and decided to just keep shoving into his space until he liked having them there, like they were on a mission to adopt PJ’s sad, ghost-obsessed friend from the internet.

“You might be right,” Phil says, feeling a smile tug at his lips for the first time all morning. He’s already had a coffee - and a half, when PJ declared that not even Kath could make coffee taste good and shoved the rest of his Phil’s way - but he still doesn’t feel fully awake. “I’m only really friends with Chris and Soph because of PJ.”

“PJ is a good friend to you, isn’t he?” his mum hums. That slightly pointed tone doesn’t get to Phil the way it usually does, because he knows that she’s just trying to understand him.

It doesn’t escape Phil’s notice that he’s looking into a mirror whenever he sees his parents watching him carefully, waiting for him to tell them something he hasn’t explicitly said, because he’s been doing the exact same thing to his housemates for nearly two years.

Maybe he’ll tell his parents when he’s got someone serious or even, like, semi-serious. Longer than two dates would be a record at this point. But right now he already feels like he’s been one misstep away from disappointing them, and he doesn’t want to take the gamble that his sexuality will be that misstep.

He’s not up for this conversation, though, isn’t sure he’ll ever be, so he just says, “Yeah, he is.”

Dan is late. They’re so late, actually, that Phil’s wheel of worst case scenarios has been spinning silently and getting faster and faster the more caffeine he chugs. They roll in with flushed cheeks and a jacket that looks too thin, apologies on their shiny lips that Phil doesn’t even hear for a couple of seconds because he’s too busy staring at them.

“No worries,” Sophie says, interrupting their rambling before they lose another half hour to it. “You want something? I’m getting a refill.”

“No, no, let me,” says Dan. They shrug off their jacket and hang it on one of the empty chairs. Phil and his friends have co-opted the largest table in the place so they can spread out with their laptops and notebooks, and it doesn’t escape Phil’s notice that Dan has decided to sit next to him when they’ve got a couple of options. “I get free drinks if Gabe’s in a good mood. Anyone else need a refill?”

“Me,” Chris says, not looking up from his screen. “Not Phil. He’s cut off.”

“Hey,” Phil protests weakly. His heart rate really has picked up since they sat down, so he knows Chris has a point.

Dan grins, their soft cheeks giving way to the dimples that Phil is very quickly growing obsessed with. He just wants to make Dan smile and laugh constantly, to hear them cackle and see all the lines in their round face deepen with happiness.

Right. Phil watched a horror movie with PJ instead of unpacking this fluttering start of a crush last night, and now he’s just got to deal with it for the rest of the day.

As if it’s a compulsion, Dan clears the empty mugs from their table before heading up to the counter. Phil focuses on the EMF readings so he doesn’t get caught up on Dan holding four mugs by the handles with total ease.

PJ has got headphones on and his eyes closed, so he might not even have noticed that Dan is there. He’s been going through Sophie’s footage and his own audio recordings to try and find some anomalies while Chris looks for the weird visual stuff - they’re a great team at that, and it makes Phil feel like he’s not doing enough. Sure, he could find those things on his own, but not as quickly as they can when it’s a team effort, and they’re on a bit of a tight schedule here. Well, his housemates are. They’ve got actual jobs to get back to once the weekend is over.

Allegedly, Sophie is doing research on sigils, but it looks to Phil like she’s just doodling. Not that he really blames her if she is. He’s barely been paying attention to the chart he’s making of spikes in electromagnetism because he’s been so busy watching the door for Dan.

And Dan looks… good. They’re wearing chunky boots and a shirt that falls to their thighs - a dress, maybe, but it looks like a regular black t-shirt that got extended at the hem - with tight white jeans. The only colour on them is the plaid shirt around their waist and the shiny red product on their lips to match it. Phil watches them lean against the counter and grin at the older barista, and he’s so distracted by looking at their profile that he startles when a foot connects with his under the table.

“Stop staring,” Sophie says, quiet and smiling. “He’s going to notice.”

Phil considers correcting her, but then he remembers that he probably doesn’t have to. Dan had said any pronouns, that they didn’t care how they were referred to, so it would definitely be weirder to act like he knows better than Sophie.

He knows he won’t be able to use masculine terms for Dan. Not because they aren’t true, because he’s pretty sure they’re no less accurate than neutral or feminine would be, but because thinking of Dan as a maculine person is only going to allow Phil’s brain to fall into the familiar traps of gender in ways he doesn’t want to allow.

Gay monkey brain doesn’t need any more leeway in finding Dan attractive, that’s for damn sure.

“So, what are we doing?” Dan asks, interrupting Phil’s thoughts, and, wow, four mugs is a lot more impressive when they’re full of hot liquid. Phil marvels at Dan’s ability not to trip and spill it all as they dole out the coffee and teas.

“I’m doing the boring part,” says Phil. He turns his screen so Dan can see the Excel spreadsheet and laughs at the face they make. “Yeah. It's not glamorous, but it's the easiest way to find patterns in the EMF readings. Honestly, most of my job is just staring at things and finding patterns in them. Like, uh, what's that guy? With the butterfly splotches?"

"Worcestershire," Chris suggests.

"Rorschach," Dan corrects him, lips twitching like they aren't sure if they're allowed to laugh in Chris' face or not.

“That’s exactly what I said,” says Chris.

“You know EMF meters don’t have anything to do with ghosts, right?” Dan asks, ignoring Chris completely and leaning a bit closer to Phil to get a better look at his laptop. “I mean, none of this has anything to do with ghosts, really, but you’re more or less just measuring electricity.”

Phil is aware of that. He wonders if Dan thinks he just stumbles into haunted houses with equipment he hasn’t researched and waits to be spooked. He’s too distracted by how close Dan is and how good they smell to work up to proper offense, though. “Yeah,” he says simply. “But don’t you think it’s weird that the place still has electricity to begin with? Who’s paying for that?”

“A Wilkins, I’d imagine.”

“But why? If they’ve forgotten about the property or abandoned it on purpose, surely they wouldn’t still pay the bills.”

“Maybe they don’t handle their own finances,” Dan suggests. “How rich were these assholes?”

“I honestly don’t know,” says Phil. He taps his fingers in an erratic pattern on the edge of his laptop, trying to spark something in his mind.

It’s almost disappointing when Dan pulls away to dig out their own sleek Macbook out of their messenger bag, but Phil is also glad for it. He can think a lot easier when the warm scent of spice and mint isn’t clogging his brain.

Dan slots into the work as easily as if a space was left for them. They’ve got dozens of tabs open already and they start to go through them, cross-referencing magic things with Sophie in quiet tones and digging deeper into the Wilkins family than Phil ever would have thought to. Every so often they tap Phil on the arm and drag him into whatever rabbithole they’ve fallen down, chatting animatedly.

Phil knows, objectively, that Dan is a fan of his and that Dan is weird about research. It’s another thing entirely to watch it happen in real time, to see Dan pull up local census PDFs from the eighties and explain why chaos magic is bullshit in the same breath.

An hour or so goes by like that, all of them working on their own things with minimal words exchanged by everybody but Dan, and then Chris shouts loud enough to make the barista jump. Nobody else is in the coffee shop right now, which is lucky, because Dan’s got a hand over their chest and Sophie has slopped tea down her front. PJ, with his headphones on, simply cracks an eye open.

“What the fuck was that about?” Phil asks, putting his own palm against his chest to feel his heart race. Dan raises their eyebrows and looks at Phil, seemingly distracted from the startling, wordless exclamation.

They don’t get a chance to say whatever they’re thinking, though, because Chris is turning his laptop to the rest of the table and grinning wide like the Cheshire Cat. “I found something.”

Everybody gathers round, PJ getting up to lean over the back of Phil’s chair and Sophie getting so far into Dan’s personal space that Phil is certain they’re uncomfortable with it, and then Chris presses play upside down. It’s part of Sophie’s footage, Phil standing in the dim foyer and looking frustrated. Even without sound, Phil can tell that this is when he was arguing with Sophie about going upstairs. He squints, but he can’t see whatever it is that’s got Chris being so loud.

“What am I looking at?” PJ asks when the short clip ends, and Dan hums an agreement. Chris makes a frustrated noise like they’re being obtuse on purpose and rewinds to the beginning.

"There," Chris says, excited like he hasn't been since they got to Manchester. He taps his finger against the laptop screen. "D'you see it? D'you see the shadow?"

Now that Chris has pointed it out, Phil does see something. He moves his own laptop and notebook out of the way to pull Chris’ closer with a frown. Chris lets him do that, bouncing in his seat a little bit.

“That’s straight up a person,” Phil says slowly, tracing the outline of the shadow with the mouse. It’s behind him, in the entry to the kitchen, and it looks tall. Quite a bit taller than Phil, anyway, if he’s remembering that doorframe correctly. He decides to measure it next time they go so he isn’t going off memory. “I knew we weren’t alone in there. Like. I’m not crazy, that’s a human being.”

“That’s what I thought,” says Chris. “But press play.”

So Phil presses play. He watches the shadow stay perfectly still in the kitchen doorway until, suddenly, it’s not there anymore. He blinks, rewinds, and watches it disappear again.

Phil’s caffeinated brain is firing on all cylinders now. He grins and shoves his sleeves up to his elbows before he starts fiddling with the clip. The lighting gets played with until the shadow is more obvious and then he slows it down to 0.25 times speed to see if the shadow really just vanishes.

He presses play again. This time, with a very slow-motion Phil talking in the foreground, he sees the shadow move. It runs sideways, further into the house.

“What the fuck?” Dan breathes.

“We are not going back there without some serious protection,” PJ says, even firmer on the topic now.

“What, like sigils?” Dan asks, their pretty eyes wide even as they scoff. “You’d be better off with a fucking, like, baseball bat, mate. That doesn’t look like something that wants to be your friend.”

“I’ve got a crowbar in PJ’s trunk,” Phil says, absent-minded as he plays with the clip some more.

“Excuse me? When did you put that in my car?”

“Couple months ago.”

“Huh. How have I not noticed?”

“You’re not the most observant person I’ve ever met,” says Phil. He looks up at Chris, who’s got the same exhilarated look that Phil is sure he’s mirroring. They don’t get evidence like this very often, something so clearly there that it’s even got a skeptic’s mind racing. Phil exports the edited clip and then the original, putting them both into the Cloud and emailing them to himself. “Was this the only time you saw it?”

Chris nods, accepting his laptop back when Phil is done with it. “I’ll look through everything again, now that I know what I’m looking for and all, but I think that’s it.”

“Okay, cool.” Phil looks around at his friends and Dan, beaming. “Something weird is happening. I love it when something weird is happening.”

“I hate it when something weird is happening,” PJ says, which is a blatant lie.

“Well, we can’t go snooping around until it’s darker out, anyhow,” Sophie reminds them.

“Wait, we’re snooping?” Dan asks, their voice going up an entire octave in disbelief. “Like… you just saw that someone is there and probably not happy about people sneaking around, right? Don’t you have enough for a video already?”

“We’re spending the night,” says Phil. “It’s what we do.”

“It’s what you do,” PJ corrects him.

“Okay, yeah, you guys don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’m coming,” says PJ.

As if she can’t hear them bickering, Sophie turns to Dan with a sweet smile, her eyes twinkling with the same excitement in Chris’. They love this, just like Phil does. “What about you, Dan?” she asks. “Are you going to have a ghost sleepover with us?”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Dan says, their eyes still glued to the back of Chris’ laptop like they can see the shadow through it.

“Guess you don’t have anything to be afraid of, then,” says Chris.

“Uh, axe murderers, maybe?”

“We know what we’re doing, Dan,” Phil reassures them. He reaches a hand out to pat at their arm, feeling a bit awkward about it. “But you don’t have to come with us if you’re scared.”

That makes Dan’s gaze shift. Suddenly, those brown eyes are staring right into Phil’s soul, defiant and beautiful and impossible to look away from.

“Who said I was fucking scared?”

#phanfic #phanfiction #dnp fic #words words words #quiet on widow's peak #this chapter is a little short thanks to me prioritizing my mental health BUT i am still happy with it #so i hope you like it too #even if you might think the plot is slow!

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you-guys--are-losers · 5 years

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Hey! Could you make a oneshot where Michelle is sick and Peter takes care of her :)

//Totally! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, love. I have some AP studying to do, but I write better when I’m procrastinating, so here ya go!

Fever Dreams

Summary: When MJ falls ill, Peter makes it his priority to take care of her... No matter how unwilling his patient might be.

Warnings: Language, Death by Fluff

Word Count: 3,109

Characters: Michelle Jones x Peter Parker

ok mj so please don’t kill me

As soon as the notification lights up MJ’s cracked phone screen, she knows she’s done for. An audible groan leaves her lips as she glares at the screen, which has fallen into her lap on the outside of her blanket. For a moment, MJ seriously debates ignoring the text and allowing herself to be lulled back into the state between sleeping and wakefulness. However, just as she closes her eyes, the phone buzzes. Again.

MJ opens an eye to peer down at the screen.

i didn’t mean to tell him he just kept pushing it and i forgot what you told me to tell him

An incoherent mess of grumpy murmurs escapes MJ’s lips in a tangle as she shifts her body weight, still mumbling. It takes a moment to extricate her aching arms from their cozy blanket cocoon, but the air is unpleasantly cold on her skin as she picks up her phone and begins to text back.

So you told him the truth?

it was all i could think of

Another groan leaves MJ’s lips as she shakes her head slightly in frustration. This only worsens her headache, causing her to furrow her brow as she continues typing in her dark living room.

How the hell have you kept his identity a secret for this long if you can’t keep one secret?

i’m sorry mj

A sigh escapes her lips, but this time it is not a frustrated one. MJ takes a deep breath before typing her next reply.

I know you are, Leeds. I’ll let it slide this time.

She’s teasing Ned, and he knows it. He sends her an angel emoji, which does manage to get a slight laugh out of her, followed by a cough. Then, though, another text comes through.

peter just left my place though so you might be hearing from him soon

This causes MJ’s mood to fall again, and she lets out a breath. Suddenly, she’s even more tired than she was before, and she only manages to type a brief text before setting her phone down again.

Thanks.

Carefully, so as to avoid making her body ache more, MJ returns to her blanket burrito and closes her eyes once more. As she begins to sink into her fugue state, she mulls over the predicament at hand. It’s probably nothing, she reasons. He’ll text her in the morning, maybe, asking how she’s doing or why she didn’t tell him. And she’ll tell him the truth: she’s not that sick, and she just wanted to sleep. Everything is going to be fine.

Just as MJ is ready to shut off her brain, the phone in her lap buzzes with Peter’s ringtone. The movement is enough to jerk her out of her relaxed state, and a mixture of mumbled swear words leaves her lips as she struggles to get a sore limb free of the weighted blanket, which feels like an impossible task.

Are these two dweebs incapable of letting her be gross and sick in peace?

Finally, MJ manages to pick up the phone after several rings. She raises the cold hunk of metal to her cheek, which somehow feels like some Herculean feat with her sore muscles.

“Manhattan morgue here, you kill it, we chill it. How can I help you today?” MJ’s voice is flat, but she can’t keep the rasp from her sore throat out of her tone.

“You weren’t at school today because you’re sick.” Parker’s stupid, earnest voice has a note of hurt in it as he makes the statement. He isn’t asking; he knows, and he knows that she avoided telling him. MJ doesn’t like that she put that ache in his voice, so she quickly brushes past the statement.

“The CIA called me in today,” MJ rasps, pulling the rest of the blanket up over herself as she talks to him. “I can’t tell you about my mission, it’s above your clearance level, ‘Spider-boy.’“

“You told Ned and not me?”

MJ is quiet for a moment, struggling with how to respond. No snappy one-liner can explain away her reasons. No matter how much sarcasm she uses, MJ knows she will never be able to tell him the truth: that she told Ned because she doesn’t care how he sees her, and that she didn’t tell Peter because she doesn’t want him to see her at her lowest point.

“Parker-”

“You know what, it- it’s fine.” Peter’s voice is quiet as he interrupts her, and she can practically picture the resolute look on his stupid face. “It’s not a big deal. Are you alone?”

MJ glances across her empty living room as she answers. “No, the other two-thirds of my threesome is keeping me company.”

“MJ.”

“I’m fine, Parker–” MJ barely gets the words out before another fit of coughing wracks her body. Damn it. But then, she manages to stifle them long enough to repeat the words. “I-I’m fine.”

Peter is silent on the other end of the phone, and for a moment, MJ thinks she has gotten away with it and he’s going to mumble some sort of goodbye. But then, just as she lets out a sigh of relief, he speaks again. “Alright. May says I can come over, so I’ll be there in twenty.”

Shit.

MJ’s eyes widen as she holds harder to the phone, blinking quickly. “Alright. If you’re that eager to get me in my house alone, then I guess it’s cool-”

“You’re not going to embarrass me out of coming,” he replies, his voice calm and collected.

MJ mutters a curse under her breath. Why does he have to care so much about his friends? It’s not like she asked him to be selfless. But MJ knows deep down that she wouldn’t gravitate towards him the way she does if he didn’t have his stupid heart of gold, as annoying as it is.

“It’s just a fever, Parker. I’m not going to die after a night by myself.”

“Yeah, but I just… It sucks, to be sick when you’re home alone.” The note of determination that pokes through his words, when coupled with the way he is attempting to empathize with her, is enough to melt MJ into a puddle under her blanket.

“You know what sucks more? When your best friends are the sappiest people you know.” MJ allows a little note of fondness to seep into her tone, just enough to let him know that she appreciates his call. When he speaks, she can practically hear the slight cheerfulness that has slipped into his voice in response to her words.

“I’ll see you in twenty.”

“If the CIA doesn’t snipe you on the way in.”

MJ hangs up before she can change her mind, and then she is left in the quiet of her living room. She lets out a soft groan and rests her head against the back of the sofa, closing her eyes. She might as well take the last few minutes of dark and quiet while she can get them.

Unfortunately, those moments pass a little too quickly for her liking.

After what seems like only a few seconds, the door to MJ’s apartment rattles with the sound of a key in the knob, and then there is the sound of the door whining open. In contrast to the previous silence of the apartment, it is deafening. MJ groans and squeezes her eyes shut as the light from the hallway falls on her, and she rolls over on the sofa.

“Damn, Parker, way to make an entrance… Why do you still have that spare key?”

From across the room, Peter’s voice reaches her. He at least respects her headache by keeping his voice soft. “You left it with May that time you had us water your plants.” He is quiet for a moment, and MJ is pretty sure he is looking around the unlit apartment as he shuts the door. MJ rolls over again once the door is shut, blinking several times as she studies the dork in a Midtown hoodie and sweats.

His eyes find the TV, which is paused on The Haunting of Hill House. They then jump to the side table near the sofa, where a cold, half-empty mug of tea is placed beside a half-eaten bowl of saltines. There is also an empty medicine cup, out of which MJ took some cold medicine. The rest of the room is dark and fairly empty, except for her slippers on the floor, the wastebasket overflowing with tissues, and her old, worn slippers on the floor.

“You’re sitting here, in the dark, all by yourself?” Peter turns those earnest brown eyes to her, and MJ looks back at the TV to avoid his gaze. She is glad for the dark because she is pretty sure her cheeks are warm.

“Now you’re sitting in the dark, too,” she points out, studying the screen. “I like the darkness. It soothes my black soul.”

“Hey, I saw you sneaking dinner to Ned’s dog under the table yesterday, so we both know that you’re a softie, too,” Peter points out. The stupid grin on his lips is enough to make her feel even warmer, but now MJ doesn’t think she wants to look away.

“Whatever, dweeb.”

Peter winces at the grating sound of her voice, shaking his head. “Your throat sounds painful.”

MJ raises an eyebrow, and when she speaks, she exaggerates the husky tone of her voice even more. “Yours would too, son, if you’d smoked six packs a day since ‘62 like I have…”

Peter shakes his head slightly, but he’s still grinning. “What medicine did you take?”

MJ shrugs. “My mom had some cough syrup or something in the cupboard earlier,” she murmurs, resting her head back against the sofa. She tries not to think about the fact that he’s here, looking at her, when she knows for a fact she looks like death and she hasn’t dealt with her hair in over a day. If she had any more energy, MJ is pretty sure that she would be mortified to be seen by anyone in her stained Columbia t-shirt and old PJ pants, especially him.

Peter frowns, shaking his head. “You need to be drinking a lot, too,” he says. “How much have you had to drink today?”

MJ avoids his gaze. Instead, she gestures to the half-empty mug of tea, and Peter sighs. “Alright,” he hums. “May told me what I should do.”

MJ’s head snaps up, and her eyes widen. “You… You told May?” she stammers.

“Of course I did,” he says simply. “She was worried about you when you didn’t come to hang out with me and Ned tonight. She gave me a bunch of stuff to do.”

“Like what?” MJ presses, arching an eyebrow. She tries not to think about the way her heart is skipping beats now.

“She said that you’re going to be difficult about it, so you only get to know some of it,” Peter responds, grinning again.

MJ groans, shaking her head. “That’s it. She’s officially been demoted from her position as the coolest person I know. I guess I’ll have to occupy that slot again.”

Peter ignores that, moving towards the light switch. “She said you should take a shower first, or a bath. It’ll make you feel better.”

MJ barely has time to bury her face in the weighted blanket before he flips the switch, and a groan leaves her lips. The light does nothing to help her aching head. “Come on, Parker,” she complains, her words muffled through the cloth.

“You’ll feel so good if you do it,” he promises, and MJ can hear him moving to turn off the TV. “And if you do, we can watch the show when you’re done.”

That’s enough to pique MJ’s interest, and she slowly raises her head, closing her eyes. “I thought that you said you didn’t want to watch it,” she says, turning her head to where she thinks Peter was while keeping her eyes shut.

“Come on, MJ, go shower before I change my mind,” Peter presses, though there is a teasing note in his voice. “Do you want me to grab a change of pajamas?”

MJ hesitates, debating. She really, really doesn’t want to get up, not when her whole body is sore and she both has horrible chills and is overheating. But a shower is probably a good idea after sitting on the sofa all day, especially if he is going to be here, and maybe he’s right. Besides, she really wants to watch him flip out over some of the jumpscares.

“Fine,” she agrees after a moment, cracking her eyes open just slightly. “My pajamas are in my closet on the shelf to the left.” After a moment, MJ stands, sliding her freezing feet into slippers and moving to go to the bathroom.

“Wait,” Peter says quickly, moving to her side to press something into her hand. “May says to put some of this into the shower. It might make it easier to breathe.”

After the sudden, unexpected contact, MJ does not think that anything will make it easy for her to breathe ever again. For a moment, she panics, worried she is going to do something stupid. But, somehow, she manages to nod before disappearing into the bathroom.

It takes a while to calm down once she is alone, but Peter is right: the shower does help, as does the little jar he pressed into her hand, which she realizes is peppermint oil. The warm water feels nice on her aching muscles, and though MJ still feels like shit, at least she also feels clean. Once she has washed away some of the soreness, MJ steps out of the shower and reaches a hand out the bathroom door to grab the pajamas he left just outside. Once she has changed and run a comb through her hair, MJ does feel a lot better than she did before… She probably smells better, too.

After tossing the dirty PJs into the hamper, MJ emerges from the bathroom a moment later.

“Okay,” she admits, “so maybe you were right…”

MJ’s voice trails off as she breathes in the smell of something that she can’t quite put her finger on. She’s a bit too congested to tell what it is, but the apartment is warm. Peter has turned on the lights in the kitchen and living room, just enough to keep the room lit with a gentle glow. When she turns the corner, she finds the dweeb standing at her stove making a can of chicken noodle soup.

“Parker–” MJ stammers, eyes wide as she struggles for words. For a moment, she forgets about her aching head and body. He’s taken and washed her dishes, which are drying next to him, and he has her electric kettle brewing as he makes the soup.

Peter turns to face her then, and when he does, his mouth is open as if he intends to say something. However, as soon as his eyes find hers, he seems to freeze in the same way that she has. For a moment, they are both standing there, face to face.

Yeah, maybe MJ’s face is an ashen gray and her wet curls are soaking through the Hogwarts t-shirt she is wearing. And sure, Peter Parker is wearing her mom’s apron and has a little bit of the soup on the corner of his mouth from a taste-test. But in the warmth of the kitchen, with just the two of them in the apartment, something feels just a little bit too perfect.

MJ is the first to speak, quickly turning away from him. Her slippers shuffle on the linoleum floor as she crosses the kitchen to reach the cabinets, purposefully keeping her back to him. There is a large coffee mug in her hand before she speaks, and she continues to face away from him as she reaches for a chamomile tea bag.

“You didn’t have to.” She can hear Peter catch his breath, ready to continue, so she doesn’t give him room to speak. “But you did. So…” MJ turns then, wrapping her hands around a mug with honey at the bottom and the string from a tea-bag peeking over the edge. Peter hasn’t moved, and his gaze is nervous and unsure as it meets her own.

MJ can’t keep the corner of her lips from quirking up as she finishes. “Thanks.”

A breath of relief leaves Peter, and his whole body seems to release tension as MJ moves beside him to grab the kettle. The effect is rather comical, like the air leaving a balloon, and MJ’s grin grows as she takes the kettle and begins to fill the mug.

“May said it would help,” he informs her, moving to shut off the soup. “And you need to be drinking a lot of fluids while you’re sick.”

“I have been.”

“Half of last night’s tea doesn’t count,” he points out, and MJ makes a face at him as she sets the kettle back down again. However, the rhythm they’ve settled into is relaxed, and so the slight nagging doesn’t bother MJ.

“I’ve transcended. You don’t need hydration when you’re one with the universe.” Peter lets out a soft snort of amusement in response to her deadpan as MJ grabs a pair of bowls, and Peter reaches for two spoons and sets them beside the pot.

“Well tell the universe to help my best friend get better,” Peter replies, and his stupid, nonchalant comment is enough to cause MJ to nearly drop the bowls. Peter notices, but luckily for MJ he attributes it to her stupid fever. “Go sit with your tea and get the TV ready. I’ll be there in a minute.”

MJ is happy to obey, and by the time she has The Haunting of Hill House rewinded all the way, Peter has managed to set up a pair of tray tables and to grab an extra blanket for himself.

And that is how they spend the rest of the night: with MJ curled up in a massive blanket and Peter being scared shitless by the TV every few minutes. It’s warm and it’s easy, and it feels almost like something out of a movie.

And when MJ has almost drifted off to sleep, the brush of lips she feels across her forehead are is enough to convince her that it is a dream– never mind the extra bowl she finds drying on the counter the next morning.

#michelle jones #michelle #peter parker #peter x mj #mj x peter #Michelle x Peter #petermj #spideychelle #spidey #spideychelle hc #spideychelle fic rec #spideychelle oneshots #spideychelle prompt #peter parker fanfiction #michelle jones fanfic #michelle jones fanfiction #spideychelle fanfiction #original work

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yaasirambles · 5 years

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Studio Talks- Bang Chan

word count: 1,235

Note: just something i wrote after watching one of his lives that got me emotional lololol

You're sitting on your couch, in your living room. Watching a t.v show in the dark, In your PJ's. A pint of ice cream in your hands. *ding* your phone screen lights up. You pick it up and read the notification *찬이 의 "방"🐺Ep. 13 has started* You look at the time knowing it was late, but not exactly how late *11:30 p.m* You groaned wondering why he was up so late. So you texted him [To Chris 🐨] |why are you up so late? I see you on VLIVE| [From Chris🐨] |I could ask you the same thing. I couldn't sleep :( swing by?| [To Chris🐨] |I couldn't sleep either. I'm marathoning. But sure. Coffee and chicken?| [From Chris🐨] |Tea actually, but Yes Please 😁| [To Chris🐨] |omw be there soon| You put on some pants and one of his hoodies he left a long time ago from when they all came and cheered you up one night after a break up. He never asked for it back, despite seeing you wear it multiple times. You drove over to the JYP building and walked into the studio floor. Asking what room he was in. The guard told you and you thank him and gave him coffee and a piece of chicken and he smiled at you and said that you're too nice for the world. You knocked on the door and Chan turned and said "AH STAYS, LOOK WHOS HERE!!" you were well liked by them. Sure there were a fair amount of the sasaengs and haters. Jealous of your friendship with Chan and the boys. But. To be fair. You'd known Chan for years. The rest of the members you met only because of him. But everyone welcomed you, knowing how sweet you were. Taking the best photos of the boys. Interacting. Taking care of the members constantly. And most important to STAYS, making sure Chan and them got enough rest. So you walked in and waved. Shyly sitting down "Ah you're still going? I can come back later. I don't wanna interrupt your guys time with him" Comments flooding in "NO STAY WITH US" "AYYE SHES BACK. STAY!!!" "YOU'RE NOT INTERRUPTING. WE LOVE YOU MORE THAN WE LOVE HIM" "SHARE THE CHICKEN AND YOU CAN STAY" He looked at you "STAY have spoken. You're stuck here" So you stayed. Reading comments to him, both of you responding. Listening to music. Talking about the past. Letting STAYS know about some embarrassing moments from his childhood "guys one time he got scared because a goose was chasing him around a pond for his sandwich" You left for a brief moment to go get more coffee, because you needed a refill and you wanted to give him time with fans alone. He truly adored the personal time with them. You came back and he was ending his Live so you waited out the door. "ah she's not back yet. I'll tell her you said good bye. Thank you STAY for spending time with me. Bye STAY. Bye bye baby stays haha" and he smiled and turned off the camera. You walked in. "Ahh you're back.” "I think you're just running off pure adrenaline at this point Chris" "you're probably right" he laughed "you need to sleep" "I know... But it's hard. I think too much at night. You know me"he said, playing with the lid of his coffee smiling softly. You just sighed. And you talked about what he was producing. He showed you some songs him and Changbin wrote for the next surprise 3RACHA mixtape. You always admired their work. The messages in their songs. The issues in the world. Mental illness. Loneliness. Things other idols were too scared to talk about or not allowed to. He talked to you about how he wants to have his own studio. Just his. To work in. To design and decorate. How he can't wait to do a world tour. Go everywhere to meet STAY. In person face to face. You talked about your dreams. Your schooling. How you wanted to travel. Help others around the world. Learn different languages and cultures. You talked about intimate things. Like the act of sex. Not in a sexual context. But the action of being vulnerable. Naked. Not just physically. But emotionally and mentally. You talked about books. Music. Old memories. You guys laughed together. You loved seeing him like this. So happy. His eyes scrunching up and his mouth wide open, giggles falling out. He told you about how he felt lonely at night. When it was dark, in the room he shared with Binnie. Staring at the ceiling in the silence. While everyone else throughout the dorms was asleep. How he knew he had you, and STAY and the members. But he can't help but feel alone in those moments. How Sometimes he wishes there was someone he could hold and love. And you felt sorry for him. And you related. It was hard for you too. Living practically alone. Your roommate always out with her other friends, or boyfriend. Sleeping over at his apartment. Sometimes for days. You felt lonely in those at night too. You hadn't been in a relationship for maybe almost 2 years. Not even really dating. Maybe a date or two. But nothing went anywhere. And as for Chan, you knew after he joined JYP that he couldn’t. He was too busy. You looked up after spacing out. He was crying. His head held down. Tears silently and slowly falling. You got off your chair and kneeled down in front of him. "Hey hey don't cry Channie" "why do I feel this way? I don't understand. Why?" He whispered "it's ok. It's okay to feel this way" you took his face in your hands "Look at me Chris" And he looked up to meet your eyes "I hate this feeling. Feeling empty. Especially when I have so much to be thankful for. Isn't that shallow of me?" he looked angry at himself "Chan stop. Don't say that. You're one of the most hardworking caring people I know. This feeling will go away soon. And I will help you through it. I promise. No matter what or when. You're not shallow. It's ok to feel empty and lonely. Especially being an idol. It makes things allot harder. But I know you can do this. You won’t feel like this forever" you reassured. "Now stand up" You both stood up. He looked at you. Tears streaming out faster from his eyes. And you took him into your arms. Your heart breaking at his sobs. His repeating of the words "I don't understand. I don't wants to feel this way" he held onto you tight. Sobbing into your shoulder. You stroked the back of his head. Tears streaming down your own face "I will always be here for you. No matter what. No matter when. You're my best friend. And I'd do anything for you. I love you" you choked out "I love you too" he whispered And you stood there holding each other until god knows when and you guys went back to his dorm. The boys sound asleep. You led him to his room. Made sure he fell asleep and you slept on the couch. Too tired to drive home. Besides, you wanted to be there for him in case he still couldn’t sleep. LOLOLOL THIS A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT AND TOOK A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DIRECTION THAN I INTENDED SORRY. I'M HURTING. YOU'RE HURTING. LOLOL OOPS

#bangchan #bang chan #soft stray kids #chris soft #softchan #stray kids #straykids #bang chris #bang christopher #chanimagine #chan imagines #straykidsscenario #straykids imagines

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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Crush // Shawn Mendes mini-series part 2

part 2 wohoooo!! this is honestly such a cute story i love writing it, im currently finishing the last part so i’ll probably update very soon!

part 1

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The awkwardness soon vanishes. This clear new chapter we just opened with Shawn allows me to loosen up and just enjoy a nice evening. Aaliyah and Eric seems satisfied with the outcome, the parents seem to hit it off quite easily and when we leave they already start making plans for another meetup.

“It was so nice meeting you!” Karen sighs happily as she hugs goodbye to all of us.

“You too, email me that recipe you told me about!” Mom points at her and she nods her head laughing.

I’m just about to step out of the house when Aaliyah grabs my wrist and pulls me back. I look at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“I need your help with a little something. Can you come over sometime tomorrow?” she whispers confidentially.

“Um, yeah. Around what time?” I ask.

“Three pm?”

“Sure,” I smile at her and she lets go of me.

On the way back home I’m thinking about what Aaliyah could need help with and the only thing I have in mind is Eric’s birthday that is on the 29th. She must be planning something special for him.

I call Maddi around midnight when I’m already in my pj’s, but I know she must be still up, maybe even drunk. For my surprise, she answers the phone quite modestly.

“How was the family union?” she asks chewing on something. I throw the cushions off of my bed and crawl under the blanket.

“Um, very interesting,” I chuckle closing my eyes and just shaking my head at the thought of the evening.

“Uh, spill the tea!” She cheers clearly very thirsty for some drama, though this story is not as juicy as she would want it.

“Guess who Aaliyah’s brother is!” I say, but I don’t expect an answer so I just continue. “Shawn Effing Mendes.”

“What?! Are you kidding me?” She gasps. “How did Eric forget to tell you this small detail?”

“Apparently, he thought it doesn’t matter to me, which is kind of true, but there is more.”

“What more? Did he hit on you? Because I’m not talking to you again if he did. He is hot!”

“No, he didn’t, but what you don’t know is that we have history.”

“Okay, now I’m confused!? How do I not know about this?”

“Well, remember my ex, Dylan? I told you about him.”

“Yeah, the asshole who cheated on you,” she hums.

“Well, Dylan and Shawn used to be best buds when we started dating, but the guy hated my guts, or so I thought. He was always mean to me, talking against me and just… avoiding me like the plague.”

“I thought he is the nicest person on earth.”

“He might be now, but when I knew him, he treated me like shit. So it was pretty awkward to see him again after all these years.”

“And how did it go? Was he an ass again?”

“No. He was… nice. Well, we both acted awkward in the beginning, I didn’t know if he would continue his act with me, but he turned out to be nice. And then at one point he told me he is sorry for everything in the past and he was just acting like that because he wanted to amuse Dylan.”

I turn to my side and stare out the window.

“That’s good, right? I mean, he grew out that mean phase and he is all good now.”

“Yeah, it’s just still weird to be around someone I knew from my Dylan phase.”

“But it’s Eric who is dating Aaliyah, why would you be constantly around him?”

“Aaliyah asked me to go over tomorrow, I think she is trying to put a surprise together for Eric’s birthday, so I’m spending the afternoon at the Mendes house.”

“Oh, then keep me updated about the details and sneak me a shirtless photo of Shawn please.”

“Maddi!” I scoff laughing. “Why would I even see him shirtless?”

“Maybe he likes wandering around in his home without clothes on, how would I know?!”

“Unbelievable. I’m going to sleep.”

“Bye bitch,” she sighs making me roll my eyes at her smiling.

“Bye.”

I sleep late the next day, it’s past noon when I actually make it downstairs looking like a real human being. Eric and Dad are watching a documentary on WW II. while Mom is reading the newspaper at the dining table. I join her with a bowl of cereal.

“Do you have any plans for today?” She smiles at me over her narrow glasses as she turns a page. I lean closer hitting a confidential tone.

“I’m helping Aaliyah today, she asked me to go over around three.”

“Oh, birthday surprise for Eric?” she asks clearly excited.

“I think yeah.”

“Great. And you will probably see Shawn again.” Winking at me she puts the papers down.

“Why does that matter?” I ask with my mouth full. She caresses my cheek before standing up and walking over to the sink for some water.

“Isn’t he a nice young man? I think the two of you would look cute together.”

“Mom, you are literally talking about the biggest pop sensation, he is not really the kind of guy who just casually dates,” I say.

In my mind all these celebrities are living their wildest life. Even if I were interested in Shawn in any way, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even get in the game, he must have thousands of girls waiting for him in line. We are not really on the same page.

“Oh, come on. You guys knew each other in high school, you have a past, that connection must mean something!”

“He was an ass to me!” I blurt it out making her eyebrows raise.

“He was? What did he do?”

“It’s nothing,” I roll my eyes, but Mom gives me a demanding look. “He just didn’t seem to like me no matter what I did, he was avoiding me most of the time when I was with Dylan and also made some pretty rude comments sometimes.”

“Maybe he was into you,” Mom shrugs and I almost choke on the milk.

I start coughing like I’m about to die and my eyes start watering when I’m finally able to breathe evenly again.

“No fucking way!”

“Charlie! Language!” She hisses at me, but there is a smile hiding in her eyes. “You know, young boys tend to do it. They are mean to the girls they like.”

“Mom, it wasn’t in kindergarten, it was ninth grade or something. I think he just really didn’t like me back then and I don’t blame him.” I was annoying, thinking back at it. But hey, all teens are annoying!

“You can never know,” she sighs.

I totally ignore the theory Mom tried to make me believe, there is absolutely no chance of the nonsense she told me, and this is what I keep telling myself as I’m on my way to the Mendes house.

“Hey!” Aaliyah greets me with a wide smile. She is now wearing some more comfortable clothes than the last two times I saw her, the grey sweats and lose white shirt must be her home wear. “Come in! My parents are out at a friend’s place, and Shawn…” she starts, but just when she is about to finish he appears on the top of the stairs.

“Is here,” he chimes in. I look up and there he is, in a pair of checked pj pants and a black shirt. Looking at it, I think Aaliyah has his shirt on, it seems like the same size.

“Hi,” I smile at him.

“Come, let’s sit.” I follow Aaliyah into the living room and we sit down to the couch next to their Christmas tree. From the corner of my eyes I see Shawn going into the kitchen and for a moment I’m actually disappointed he is not coming with us.

“So. I want to surprise Eric with cooking for him, but I have no idea what. I tried to find out what’s his favorite, but he says it’s his favorite to everything!” she growls frustrated. I shake my head laughing.

“That’s typical.”

“Yeah. So do you have anything in mind?”

“Well, he really like tiramisu. He can eat tons of it, all the time. That’s good for dessert,” I offer. Aaliyah has her phone in her hands and she is typing everything I say down.

“Okay, got it.”

“Um, he likes gazpacho. He thinks it sounds fancy and you know, he likes everything with ketchup, so a soup that tastes like tomato was made for him.”

“Oh yeah, he pours so much ketchup into his sandwiches, it’s crazy,” she rolls her eyes jokingly. “Okay, so gazpacho. Anything else?”

“Um…” I try to think about the times we went to restaurants and Eric got really excited over the food. “Oh, we were once at a place and he ordered grilled mushrooms and he couldn’t stop moaning, it was very embarrassing, but I guess this meant he really liked it.”

“Grilled mushrooms, perfect,” she nods to herself noting everything down. “Do you mind helping me pick out his gift too? I have a few ideas, I want to go into the city and buy it tomorrow, I already looked up some jumpers online, but I can’t really decide.”

“Sure, show me!”

We spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through everything she had saved as a possible gift. She found some really nice ones, her taste is fantastic. As the time is passing I’m starting to feel like I’m with a friend and not with my brother’s girlfriend and I’m just hoping Eric will keep her around for a long time.

She asks me to stay a little bit longer so she can show me the awkward photos she has taken of Erik since they’ve been dating, but she gets a call and excuses herself quickly. I stay there in the living room, looking around a bit, I haven’t really had the chance yesterday, I was too occupied with the situation.

Shawn walks in, this time he has a headband on, keeping his locks back from his face.

Damn, Maddi is right. He is hot.

I shake my head at the thoughts and try to look as casual as possible.

“How is the birthday planning going?” he asks plopping down on the couch next to me.

“Good, Aaliyah basically had everything right, I just had to choose the best options.”

“How crazy is that our younger siblings are dating? I mean, I was thinking about it yesterday, the last time I saw Eric, he was about twelve or something. No wonder why I didn’t recognize him when I met him,” he chuckles and I nod agreeing. Aaliyah changed a lot in the past years too.

“Yeah. Strange that they are not babies anymore. I mean, I’m still mad that Eric is taller than me.”

“Oh I remember how you always wanted to get taller!”

“You remember?” I ask surprised. I used to never stop talking about my height, later I accepted my fate.

“Yeah, I remember once you told Dylan how you want to wear the highest heels to the dance so you two can be the same height.”

I laugh at the memory. I remember it too, it was quite early in our relationship and Dylan asked me out for the Halloween dance. I wanted to look taller and told Dylan I would wear heels. Of course, I ditched the plan as I found out how uncomfortable they are and ended up wearing my Converse.

“And at the end I looked like a punk princess with my Converse and mini skirt,” I scoff at the thought of my outfit for that night.

“I think you looked pretty,” Shawn says and I look at him. I catch his small smile before he shakes his head clearing his throat. What the Hell? “High school feels so far away, right?” he quickly says.

“Um, well for you I guess, for me… not really,” I chuckle shaking my head. “Your life got turned upside down, but not much has happened to me since then.”

“What? I don’t believe you. I’m sure you’ve been having plenty of fun. Parties, dates and everything.”

I can’t help, a sad smile plasters across my face. He can’t be more wrong.

“Not really… I had some rough years after Dylan and I split.”

“Can I ask what happened? I mean, after the split,” he shyly asks.

“Well, since I was a dumb naïve little girl, I needed an entire year before I could even think about getting to know other guys. Now it all just seems like the biggest bullshit. I shouldn’t have cared that much. And I’m not a fan of partying, I only go out on birthdays and maybe New Year’s Eve,” I shrug. Maddi has been trying to boost me up a bit, she attempts to drag me out every month or so, but I’m really not that kind of type. I thought I was, when I was with Dylan, he was a popular guy, I kept going to these lame parties with him in the last year of our relationship, but I never really enjoyed them. Shawn was long gone by then.

“I’m sorry Dylan played you so bad.”

“It’s fine, I mean, not your fault,” I chuckle. “But what happened to you and him?”

He sighs scratching the back of his neck.

“Not sure, I guess we grew apart and I realized that he is an ass. When I became a private student we kept in touch, but I met new people and I saw how different a friendship can be, so… I cut him off, I guess.”

“Did you guys fight?”

“Not really,” he shakes his head. “Well, we had one last very awkward phone call when I was in Atlanta, if I remember right. It was forced and… just awkward, really,” he chuckles shaking his head.

“And your life has been better since Dylan is out of it, right?” I grin at him.

“Yeah, you must know about it.”

I laugh nodding. I know everything about it!

Before I could even think about what I’m saying, my mouth just opens and the words roll down.

“The only good thing I got from my relationship with Dylan is that I know you now.”

My eyes widen and I wish I could take it back.

“I- uh I mean…”

I don’t even know why I’m so nervous suddenly, I didn’t even tell much. But for some reason, I can feel myself blushing.

“I meant that he basically ruined my senior year and I needed so much time to get myself over him, but at least now we can talk like, normal people,” I quickly add somehow saving the situation.

“What do you mean he ruined your senior year?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows and I’m happy he didn’t get caught up on what I said before that.

“Well, he successfully made me push all my friends away, leaving me totally alone when we broke up.”

“Wait, what? How about that friend of yours, um… I don’t remember her name, you always sat together at lunch.”

“Rochelle. Oh Dylan played us dirty. He told me Rochelle keeps hitting on him and being my dumb naïve self I believed him and not her. We had this huge fight and I called her a bitch. No wonder why she didn’t care about me when I was alone in the last couple of months of senior year.”

“Ouch, that sounds horrible. I’m sorry he did that.”

“Why did we even like Dylan in the first place?” I ask laughing to myself. It still bothers me how blind I was, I wish I could just shake myself.

“I have no idea!” He sighs rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry your senior year got fucked up, I wish I could be there to have lunch with you.”

I turn to him and swear to God he is blushing! And it is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I feel the urge to touch him, anywhere, to take his hand in mine, but I stop myself.

“That’s… nice. Thank you,” I whisper touched.

As I’m staring at him I realize this is probably the closest I’ve ever been to him. I wonder how many girls want to be in my position, they see the popstar, the heartthrob from the stage, while all I see is the guy who used to be mean to me in high school but now we are friendlier than ever. I could never see him as a celebrity.

“Okay, so I found some- Oh am I bothering?” Aaliyah walks into the room with her phone in her hands and she is giving me a knowing look. I quickly clear my throat turning away from Shawn.

“No, you girls just… do your thing. I have to make a few calls.”

Shawn jumps up from the couch patting his sister’s shoulder before walking out of the room. Aaliyah takes his place, still grinning.

“What?” I ask her playing dumb.

“You guys… I felt the sparkle,” she says wiggling her eyebrows.

“What sparkle? Aaliyah, you see everything in pink because of my brother.”

“Oh stop, don’t tell me you don’t like him.”

“I don’t know him,” I say truthfully. “The last time I saw him I was dating a douche and he was also being a douche to me. I can’t tell if I like him, because I don’t know his new self.”

“But you seem to get along with him pretty well and I’m sure you are attracted to him.”

“I’m not talking about this with you, you are his sister!” I gasp feeling myself blushing again.

“Whatever. But I think you two would look cute together.”

I refuse to carry on with the conversation about me and Shawn and Aaliyah fortunately doesn’t force it on me. I leave the Mendes house around five, Aaliyah thanks me the help and I can’t help but feel disappointed I don’t see Shawn anywhere when I’m leaving. Aaliyah’s speech about me and Shawn is slowly getting to me.

By dinner, all my thoughts are racing around him and soon I find myself stalking his social media profiles. I knew he is very famous, but seeing the numbers on his pages makes me gasp. Millions of people are following him, waiting for him to post anything. The last photo he uploaded to his Instagram is with his family, Karen and Manny are smiling proudly into the camera while Shawn and Aaliyah are messing around next to them. Before I could realize what I’m doing I double tap the picture liking it.

“Oh shit,” I suck my breath in. I hesitate, but then I realize how dumb this is. He must be getting millions of notes every minute, he won’t see this.

Gaining some confidence from this, I decide to follow him and continue my stalking session. I’m a few months deep into his profile when I get a notification. Opening the tab my eyes widen.

shawnmendes followed charlieprkr

I guess I was wrong about the notification getting lost. A moment later I see that he has liked two of my photos.

One was taken on a family vacation. Eric and I are posing at the beach, I have a red swimsuit on and the wind is blowing my wavy blonde hair that was so much lighter back than from all the sunshine. The other one is a picture Maddie took of me last month. I’m sitting in our armchair with a mug of tea in my hands, smiling shyly at the camera. We had Christmas lights in the window and the lights made me look colorful in the photo.

I’m just about to put the phone down and go to bed when I get a dm. I’m not surprised to see Shawn’s username, but I definitely get excited.

shawnmendes I’m happy I’m not the first one to accidentally like your photo, though I was minutes away from that haha

I smile at the message rolling my eyes.

charlieprkr Ha. Ha. I was hoping I can easily hide in the millions of your followers.

shawnmendes You could have, if only I weren’t stalking your profile as well. Fate?

charlieprkr I guess.

My fingers linger across the keyboard, trying to think of something else to write and keep the conversation up, but nothing comes to my mind. I almost give up when I get another message from him.

shawnmendes I’m in a nostalgic mood, I want to have a walk in the neighborhood, around our school tomorrow. Would you like to join me?

My smile grows wider than ever reading his lines.

charlieprkr Totally.

shawnmendes Great! Sometime around 4 pm?

charlieprkr Perfect. Where?

shawnmendes I’ll meet you at your house and we’ll go from there.

charlieprkr Then see you tomorrow!

shawnmendes Yeah, good night Charlie.

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kaiyeti · 5 years

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*knock knock knock* Izuku: Hey Tsu. Are you ready to go? *The one for all hero asked as he stood outside his girlfriend’s dorm. After a few moments of silence, he began to get worried and gently knocked again.* Tsuyu? Is everything alright in there? Tsuyu: *It was after another minute did the door open to reveal a pale sweating Tsuyu, eyes puffy as well a running nose.* Hey Iz-cough! Cough! I just need a minute or two a-cough-nd I’ll be ready to go. *She coughed, smiling weakly before covering her mouth as she stared to have a coughing, nearly falling if not for her boyfriend catching her.* Izuku: Yeah. That isn’t happening. *Izuku said firmly yet softly, gently placing his hand on her forehead.* Tsuyu: Izuku I’m fine. Ke-coughcough-rrro. It’s just a little cold. That’s all. *She mutter, weakly trying to swat his love’s hand away to no avail.* Izuku: *The green haired hero frowned with worry as he removed his hand for the groggy hero’s head then signed.* I was afraid of this. Tsuyu, this isn’t a little cold. You have a fever. We need to get you into bed to rest. Tsuyu: *Frowning shook her head.* No way. We have been planning this date for weeks. I’m not going to let a cold geeK-KERO!? *she started to tell Izuku until said boyfriend swept her off her feet, holding her like a bride which was her favorite way to be held by her love though she would never admit it and you can’t prove it.* I-Izu? Izuku: Our date can always be rescheduled and will. After all, *he said to his blushing love as he walked into the green rainforest like room and carefully set her down on her bed.* Your happiness AND health always come first. *He smiled at her, making her pink cheeks turn red as he lifted her head up slight to fluff her pillows.* Now I’ll be right back in the mean time get some rest, okay. *he leaned down and kissed her forehead causing her to smile.* Tsuyu: But what about you? Cough! Cough! *Tsuyu questioned watching as her love stood up walking to her dress and pulling out her pajamas, setting them besides her.* Izuku: I am going to get you some medicine and make you something to eat to help you feel better. In the meantime, do you think you can change into your pjs so you are more comfortable? *He explained, helping Tsuyu to a sitting position as she wobbled in post while holding her head to which Izuku gently hugged her.* Tsuyu: Actually I think I could use a hand. Kero. *She bluntly said, taking small joy at her blushing hero, causing her to smiled.* Relax Izu. I just need you to unzip my dress. Plus, it’s not like you haven’t seen mean in my underwear before. Izuku: I-I-I know. *The green haired hero stuttered as he slowly reaches up to Tsuyu’s back and unzips her dress when he freezes in place.* T-T-Tsu? Tsuyu: Cough cough. Yeah Izu? *She coughed looking over her shoulder, a strap of her dress falling off her shoulder, to see her love even redder then before quickly turning away.* Kero? Izuku: I-I-I-i thought you said that you were wearing a bra. Tsuyu: *The froggy hero tilted her head slightly confused when she remembered that in her sicken state she had forgot to put on her bra. Quickly she turned back around snatching he bed shirt to put in it. Unfortunately though do to her ill state she became light headed and began to fall from her bed though luckily she found herself in the arms of her boyfriend instead of on the floor.* Th-Thank you Izu. Izuku: Anytime Tsu. *Izuku shyly smiles as he laid her down, tugging her in, and stood up stroking her hair.* J-Just get some rest. I’ll be right back with something to eat and help you feel better. Tsuyu: *With that Tsuyu watched as Izuku leaned down kissing her forehead before walking out her dorm, giving her a small wave before leaving making her smile and cuddling into her sheet thinking.* How did I get so lucky to have a boyfriend like him? ~~~ Izuku: *Izuku carefully blows on a spoon of hot soup, cooling it before holding it out to his love.* Here you go Tsu. This should help you feel better. Careful though it’s hot. Tsuyu: Heh. Thank you Izu. *The ill hero softly smiles, leaning forward with a blush as she takes the spoon in her mouth drinking the soup and humming happily at the taste.* This is delicious. Where did you get this soup? Izuku: Oh. I made it. *Izuku smiled proudly as he took another spoonful to feed Tsuyu.* Tsuyu: You made it? I’m surprised. *Tsuyu admitted as she ate the soup.* I didn’t know you could cook. Kero. Izuku: Yeah. My mom taught me. She wanted me to know how so I could feed myself and my girlfriend when I got one. *He shyly smiled.* Tsuyu: Did she teach you how to made that tea you made me too? Izuku: Yep. How are you feeling now by the way? Any better? Tsuyu: I am feeling much better. Still under the weather but better. Kero. Thank you Izu... Sorry again for ruining our- *Tsuyu said happily before casting her gaze down before her head was tilted upward where her lips were meant with Izuku’s.* Izuku: Tsuyu, I got to spend the whole day with my hero and love of my life. I loved every second of it. *He told her, giving her another kiss.* Tsuyu: Even when I tongue whipped you when I woke up from my nap, kero? *She blushed with a teasing smile, making her love laugh.* Izuku: To be fair I should have woken you up front before placing that towel on your head. *The two laughed and giggled before Izuku crawled and laid in bed with Tsuyu wrapping his arms around her cuddling her.* I love you Tsuyu. Tsuyu: *She snuggle closer to Izuku giving him a kiss.* I love you too Izuku. *The two continued to embrace each other happily when Tsuyu pointed out.* Kero. You know you are probably going to get sick too by laying with me, right? Izuku: I am willing to take that risk. ~few days later ~ Tsuyu: Was it worth it, kero? * Tsuyu asked as she feed a now sick coughing Izuku some soup.* Izuku: Cough! Cough! Totally. *ENJOY @kickbase77 *

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21 Easy (and Cozy) Self Care Ideas to Practice this Winter

New blog post! Now that winter is making days shorter, colder and darker, it's more important than ever to make self care part of your regular routine. And I'm not talking about the Instagram #selfcare that requires fancy bath bombs or expensive lotions. I'm talking about 21 easy ways that you can get cozy and relaxed this winter, whether you're a college student like me, a busy mother of two or a full-time worker with a demanding job schedule.

Some of these self care ideas may seem obvious, but others may surprise you - and many of them are scientifically-backed ways to tackle stress. So regardless of how busy you may be this holiday season, check out these 21 ways you can add more self care into your holly, jolly life.

1. Make yourself a warm, welcoming drink.

On cold winter days, it probably feels natural to reach for something cozy to warm you up. If you're really looking for help relaxing, though, fill your mug with tea. Research has found that drinking tea can help lower people's stress levels. Plus, it can be pretty dang delicious! (If you have celiac disease, just make sure it's gluten free).

2. Watch a sappy holiday-inspired show or movie.

Sometimes, we don't need an award-winning movie or TV show to enjoy ourselves. At least a few times this winter, embrace your silly or sentimental side by watching a bad Hallmark movie or bingeing your favorite holiday baking show. (And if you eat chocolate while doing it, that's obviously worth bonus points).

3. Go thrifting for cute and comfy winter clothes.

Updating your wardrobe for winter doesn't have to hurt your wallet. Instead, make looking for comfy hats, mittens or scarfs a fun adventure by hitting up your local second-hand store.

4. Be your own masseuse.

Massage has been shown to reduce people's physical tension and mental stress - and if you have a chronic illness or chronic pain like me, a good massage is always a good idea! You don't need to hire a high-end masseuse to reap some of these benefits, either. Give yourself a massage instead by rubbing your own muscles while lotioning up after your shower or using a tennis ball or foam roller to break up any knots and tension. Pair this massage with a relaxing bubble bath and you have the makings of a perfect self-date night.

5. Set aside extra time to read a book, just for fun.

I know that winter can be a busy time with friends and family, but don't forget to set aside some alone time in your schedule. Add a good book into the equation, and your quiet night in will be extra enjoyable.

6. Bake yourself something festive!

Besides getting to eat a delicious pumpkin or apple inspired treat, you'll feel nice and cozy when your kitchen is warm from the oven and smelling like the holidays. (And if you need some ideas for gluten free pumpkin desserts or baked goods, try out this recent round up of mine!).

7. Walk it out (outdoors or at a local gym).

Depending on the weather where you live, going for a walk outside might not be an option. Even if you have to go for a walk inside, though, your brain will still thank you. Research has found that exercise can drastically improve people's mental health, and even just walking will lower how often people have "bad days."

8. Take up a new, indoor hobby.

And if being outdoors is realllly not an option, starting a new hobby that takes place indoors is ideal. Start putting together puzzles, learning how to cross-stitch...or even practicing rock-climbing, like I did last year! Who knows - you may end up finding a hobby that you love doing year-round.

9. Try out hot yoga.

Because there's no better escape for winter weather than a relaxing, mantra-and-stretch filled session of hot yoga.

10. Light one of your favorite candles.

More research still needs to be done on the benefits of aromatherapy, but science seems to suggest that certain scents can help us chilllll out. Find a scent that you enjoy, like lavender or peppermint, and experiment with burning different candles and seeing which smells work best for you!

11. Purge your social media feeds.

You've heard of spring cleaning, but winter is another great time to set yourself up for a fresh start in the New Year. If you find yourself spending more time than ever on social media since it's too cold or dreary to go outside, pay attention to how each account makes you feel and ditch the ones that aren't doing you any favors.

12. Get crafty and let out your inner child.

Create a wreath to hang on your door, use colorful pens and papers to create homemade cards or just doodle in a notebook. These kinds of creative activities have been linked to improved mood and creativity the next day...plus, you might end up with some very cute gifts to give this Christmas. Win-win!

13. Pamper yourself with a face mask.

I've only started using face masks this last year, and the hype is worth it. My favorite is a simple mix of honey with cinnamon that I apply on "problem areas" for around 10-15 minutes before washing it off, but there are tons of safe (and even delicious!) face mask recipes you can find online. No fancy or expensive ingredients or products required. Plus, dry winter skin will definitely thank you for the extra TLC.

14. Dust off your crockpot and experiment with a new yummy recipe.

I know I've certainly been lax in using my crockpot lately, and it can be hard to feel motivated to start cooking dinner first thing in the morning. But your future self will definitely thank you for the little bit of prep you do earlier, and winter is the perfect time to whip up something warm and gooey. May I suggest my crockpot stacked enchiladas or vegan mac and cheese?

15. Throw a pajama party.

Whether you have a solo party or invite friends, spend a whole, blissful day hanging out in your PJs.

16. Do something nice for someone else.

Acts of kindness have actually been scientifically shown to improve people's physical and mental health, so passing it forward this winter is actually a win-win. Donate to a local toy-drive, send a care package to a solider or pay for the next person's coffee in Starbucks. Little acts can have a big impact.

17. Start a gratitude practice.

If you're the journaling type, you can start writing what you're grateful for every day in a notebook. Otherwise, sticky notes or just thinking about two things you're grateful for each morning or night will still give you a positivity boost!

18. Set aside time to play your favorite "pointless" game.

Whether it's Sudoku, Words With Friends or a video game that you used to play for hours every day in high school, give yourself permission to just sit back and play for a little while. I know that during most of the year, I'm a major multi-tasker and anytime I do get to play a game, it's because I'm traveling or waiting to start another chore. So chillin' (pun intended) with my gamer self during winter is one of my favorite ways to relax.

19. Declutter at least one part of your house.

Along with purging your social media feeds, on days when cold weather keeps you in the house, you might try purging cluttered corners as well. Decluttering can not only improve concentration, but it can also improve your mood, lower your stress levels and give you a better night's sleep. And if you play your latest Netflix binge, favorite podcast or an epic holiday playlist in the background, you can make decluttering feel a lot more fun too.

20. Stretch yo' body.

At least for me, finding the motivation for a hard workout feels a lot harder when it's cold, dark and dreary outside. So on days when you feel like you're in a funk but don't feel up for a full workout, do some gentle stretches (even in the comfort of your own bed!) instead. It will loosen up your muscles, slash your stress and might even help you be more productive at work.

21. Choose a mantra for the upcoming year.

Obviously, you shouldn't spend all winter pining for spring...but it can't hurt to spend a little time reflecting on what you want from the upcoming months. In 2018, my word or mantra of the year was "discomfort." In 2019, it was "open." And while I haven't decided exactly what word I want to keep in mind during the start of a new decade, I think something similar to "change" will end up winning. What do you want to get out of this Spring? You still have some cold weeks to help you figure out your answer!

The Bottom Line of Self Care During Winter

As the days get colder and our social schedules get busier, it's easy to let self care fall to the bottom of our to-do list. I know from personal experience, though, that you can't run on empty...and when you better yourself through self care, you're also empowering yourself to be a better friend, family member, and personal overall! So this winter, give yourself the gift of self care rituals...and if you need even more ideas, feel free to check out my previous roundups: How to Create Your Own Self Care Retreat in 5 Easy Steps; 15 Self Care Activities You Can Do Without Leaving Bed; and 21 Self Care Activities You Can Do in 15 Minutes or Less! How are you taking care of yourself this winter? Give me more of your own self care ideas in the comments below! via Blogger https://ift.tt/2OKlqR3

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I Want It, I Got It: Chapter 6

Summary: Phil Lester was a worker for the BBC in London. Working in the advertising department, he was content being alongside his friend and fellow coworker PJ during every shift. However, the BBC is temporarily being used as a film set for a new movie staring Hollywood ‘It’ star, Daniel Howell. Being stuck as an extra on the set, Phil finds it’s hard to ignore the famous star. And maybe, just maybe, Dan finds it hard to ignore Phil as well.

Word Count: 2.7k (this chapter)

Warnings: Occasional swearing

Rating: Mature (for right now)

Updates will be every Wednesday and Sunday

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Thanks to my new lovely beta @thatphatdanussy who has already begun making some great edits to this monstrosity of a fic lol

Almost as if time didn’t exist, Tuesday came. Phil doesn’t quite remember how the past four days had gone by other than he spent majority of them with Spike on his couch or working on his computer on his assignment.

But somehow, Tuesday came, and suddenly, it was infinitely more real that he was going to be showing Daniel Howell around London. To say he was nervous was a total understatement.

Phil was borderline sick from nerves.

He didn’t sleep at all Monday night, and when he did manage to sleep, he somehow found himself waking up every twenty minutes or so feeling like he was going to be sick. He eventually resorted to getting up and taking a few melatonin pills before collapsing back into bed, at least a little bit more drowsy this time.

His alarm woke him up at half past eight and he slowly began to get up, despite his body’s protests to remain glued to his bed. He quickly showered, brushed his teeth, and put in his contacts before he checked his phone and saw a message from Daniel.

Daniel Howell: good morning my manager is saying that I should get to the BBC as stealthily as possible so im sadly already here ill be waiting just inside the doors.

Phil sighed. He knew that Dan had just told him not to hurry, but now he felt like he had to hurry up so he didn’t keep him waiting. They were supposed to meet at the BBC at around 10 and it was only a little after 9 now.

Phil quickly made himself an instant coffee to go and said his goodbyes to Spike before rushing out of his flat and down to the nearest tube station.

When he arrived at the BBC, it was a quarter to 10 and Phil honestly thought that the timing could be worse. But he was super relieved to not see the fangirls situated around the BBC anymore and having it look like normal. Phil was happy to see it as it’s normal building and not a mob of police tape and teenagers.

He walked inside, scanning his badge as he did so, and made his way towards the only area he could think of that Dan would be in. He turned a corner, and sitting directly in one of the lounge chairs was Daniel Howell, sitting with his legs crossed. He was wearing a pair of tight black ripped jeans, and even though he was donning a very expensive looking jacket, Phil could just barely make out a fuzzy black sweater underneath.

He looked down at himself and frowned as he noticed that maybe his red and white striped shirt and jean jacket wasn’t the best choice. But he shook his head and tried to not be self-conscious around Daniel.

Daniel was a movie star and probably a multimillionaire. He shouldn’t be comparing their outfit choices.

Daniel spotted him nearly immediately and looked up, flashing Phil another one of his dazzling smiles. On the right of Dan, Phil could see a massive guy stood with his arms folded over his chest. And just the other way, there was a short woman who was sitting in a chair next to him.

Dan stands up, and the man and woman follow suit. Phil suddenly feels intimidated, but forces a smile anyway.

“Hey!” Dan says with a smile again. “This is Joshua.” He points to the large man who just barely raises his hand in a calm gesture. “And this is my manager Marianne.” He points to the woman. “Please don’t be intimidated by them. They wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Joshua grumbles and Phil feels his stomach sink. He definitely can see that Joshua is not one to mess around with. “If you say so,” Phil laughs cautiously.

Joshua chuckles to himself and Phil suddenly feels like he wants to collapse onto the floor and cry. But he won’t, obviously. So he chuckles a little bit―albeit awkwardly, and then extends his hand out in some haphazard form of a greeting. Dan raises an eyebrow and then extends his hand and they make contact for a brief second as Dan’s hand slots a little bit too easily into Phil’s.

His hand is warm, and soft. But it’s also gentle and strong at the same time. Phil doesn’t know why he notices this, but he does. And when they let go, he misses the feeling of it in his hand.

He shakes the thought away.

This was Daniel Howell. He can find him attractive but this little...crush...wasn’t going to do. He needed to shake the thought now.

“Are you ready to get going?” Phil asks Dan.

Dan nods quickly. “Yes! Do you fancy we could stop somewhere quickly for food? I’m quite starved.”

Phil was taken completely back by the natural, posh, London accent Dan spoke in.When he’d read about Dan online, he thought for sure Dan’s accent would be much more Americanized but in a way, his accent was more British than Phil’s. It was quite amazing.

“Oh, of course!” Phil said, his own coffee having gone cold in his hand. “We can go anywhere really. There are a few Gregg’s around and also some Starbucks. I also think there’s a Costa around here too.”

“We can just go to Starbucks.” Dan says with a shrug. “I’m not really too picky. I’m not much of a coffee drinker but I’ll take some tea and maybe a cake.”

“Okay!” Phil’s trying so hard to not be awkward about this. “It’s right down the street.”

Dan smiles at him and then they set off.

Phil watches as Dan says something to Marianne and she remains in her place, unmoving as they leave. Joshua is trailing behind them by a good few feet. But that still makes Phil feel a little bit on edge, knowing his every move was being watched.

They were fine walking on the streets as not many people were around on an early Tuesday morning. But once they stepped foot inside of Starbucks, it was over.

Phil kind of―well, not kind of, he did expect this―knowing he was going to be out in the open with Dan all day but he was prepared for the exact level of madness it was going to be.

Daniel had barely walked up to the counter when people started rushing to be around him. Phil could see people trying to take photos of him and try to hide the fact that they were doing so. He saw people immediately typing on phones and worse yet, he could see people staring at him. People were staring him down like he was an enemy.

Well, maybe to some people he was. He’d seen some of the not-so-nice things people wrote about him when people saw that Dan had followed him. He’d repressed those tweets, but he still remembered them. He could only imagine what was going to happen now.

“We can go somewhere else.” Phil says, his voice cutting through the air.

Dan shook his head and flashed a smile that Phil could see was obviously forced. “No, it’s gonna happen no matter where we go today.”

Phil gave a sad nod and watched as Dan tried to place an order while the barista was clearly having a major fangirl attack behind the till. He felt bad, in a way, for both of them. He felt like he shouldn’t but he did.

Dan eventually had his order placed and he paid quickly with what Phil could see was a black credit card and he immediately felt his face flush. But he moved quickly in line, placed his order for a tall chai tea, paid and moved on.

Joshua moved with Dan so Dan wasn’t in any danger by being in here. Phil was pretty sure Joshua would tackle any person who even dared to get near Dan. But that didn’t stop Phil from worrying.

He shouldn’t be worrying. Dan was probably used to this.

“Daniel!”

Dan’s head shot up and Phil watched as he quickly grabbed his order and then flashed a smile at Phil again and he and Joshua retreated quickly out of the door. Phil grabbed his order next and thanked the barista who was clearly still star struck. And then he left as well.

Dan was standing off the side of the shop, trying to mask himself into the building. Joshua was stood on guard around him as Dan slowly opened his Starbucks order and took a bite of whatever sandwich he was getting.

“Sorry about that.” Dan says once he’s swallowed the bite. “It’s going to happen no matter where we go today. It’s not something I can escape, sadly.”

“I’m sorry.” Phil spits out. “I’m sorry that you go through that.”

Dan shrugs. “Comes with the job, right?”

Phil tries to ignore the clear and present sadness that is laced in Dan’s words and he’s suddenly feeling extremely bad about all that he’s said about Dan to PJ and even Gemma and some other coworkers.

The first place that Phil decides to take them is the London Eye. They hail down a cab and they all get into it as the driver takes them to Westminster. Dan sits besides Phil on the bucket seat while Joshua sits across from them his arms folded.

When Dan caught Phil staring at Joshua, he chuckled. “I promise he’s not actually mean.”

“Has he ever had to tackle somebody?” Phil asks, his voice aa whisper.

Dan nods and takes a sip of his hot drink. “Multiple times.”

Phil sputters and Dan laughs again.

The laugh is almost angelic and Phil really wishes he could hear more of it.

They get to the London Eye and Phil takes them over to buy tickets. When he offers to pay for them both, Dan waves him off and shoves his card it the cashier instead.

“I was the one who asked you to take me around London. The least you can do is let me pay for some of the expenses.”

Phil blushes. “Only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure!” Dan announces quickly as he grabs the three tickets and gives one to Phil.

They’re almost about to get in line when they’re being ushered by workers to go into an advanced line. Phil can almost see the pain in Dan’s face at knowing he was being treated differently due to his status but he didn’t deny the offer.

They made it to the front of the line before anyone else and they were given their own pod to ride in on the eye. Once inside, the doors shut, Dan walked over to the glass windows and looked out.

“I never got to experience London.” He says softly. “Even as a kid. I lived so close to here but my family never brought me or my brother here. I’ve been here for films but I’m normally so booked that I don’t even have time to go look around.”

Phil stands beside him and looks at him. He looks gorgeous in these lights. His brown hair is perfectly styled and curled. His cheeks are a perfect shade of rosey red. His eyes are gleaming but dark, like honey.

For the first time since Phil has seen Dan since meeting for the first time on set, he can see how stunning Dan is. Dan is stunning. He’s gorgeous.

And Phil is totally fucked.

“Is that Big Ben?” Dan breaks through the silence to point at the large tower in the distance.

“Yes it is.” Phil says, letting his clouded mind clear. “But it’s under construction right now so you can’t see any of it.”

“That’s a shame.” Dan says. “I’ve always heard about the bells.”

“It’s been weird,” Phil says, a small smile on his lips, “no longer hearing the bells in London.”

“How long have you lived in London for?” Dan asks, turning his back to the window now and resting his weight against the rail.

“8 years now.”

“8 years?!” Dan exclaims.

Phil nods. “Been working at the BBC for almost all ten as well.”

‘That’s mad.” Dan laughs. “I haven’t lived in the same house in the past 5 years for more than ten months, let alone 8 years. I’ve been having to move so often because fans keep finding my address.”

Phil furrows his brows and lets the smile he was showing all from his lips. “Your fans find your address?”

Dan nods, his expression solemn. “Nothing of mine is private anymore, Phil.” His voice is sad. “I can guarantee that if you go onto Twitter right now, headlines are already making waves that ‘Daniel Howell was spotted in Starbucks with mysterious man’. They never give up.”

“Is it hard?”

“Is what hard?”

“Is it hard being famous like you are?”

Phil doesn’t know why he asks that, but he does.

Dan shrugs. “In a way yeah.” He says. “It’s an interesting lifestyle but...”

The eye starts to slow down and when Phil looks, he can see they’re already beginning their descent back down.

Nothing more is said. It’s quiet and deafening and when the doors open, a mob of people and paparazzi are waiting. Phil isn’t prepared for the complete onslaught of cameras and phones and flashes to be thrown into his face until suddenly their is a hand resting on his arm, tugging him away.

When he looks down, his heart races as he sees Dan grabbing his jacket and trying to get him out of the mob of people. A car is waiting for them and Joshua immediately runs and opens the door just as soon as Dan jumps in and Phil follows.

Joshua climbs in with them and as they look, there are fans running for the car. Some are even running to try to climb on the car. But they’re driving off and away.

When Phil looks over to Dan beside him, ready to thank him for yanking him out of the mob, he notices that Dan’s eyes are glassy. He’s about to speak up when he sees a tear leak down Dan’s cheek and Phil feels the hurt. He feels that pain, even if it’s for a second. Because this lifestyle is...well it appears to be shit.

And suddenly, Phil gets it.

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Phil sees all of the tweets and headlines before he goes to bed that night.

“DANIEL HOWELL SEEN WITH MYSTERIOUS MAN AFTER FINISHING FILMING MOVIE IN LONDON.”

“DANIEL HOWELL’S NEW BEAU? WE’VE GOT THE EXCLUSIVE PICTURES.”

“WHO IS THE MAN PICTURED WITH DANIEL HOWELL?”

Phil feels quite sick looking at them.

He also feels quite sick knowing that his day was cut short because of them. The driver had taken them back to the BBC following the awful fan encounter and Dan apologized profusely when he exclaimed he wasn’t feeling well and would like to return back to his hotel.

Phil didn’t argue. He saw the tears on Dan’s face when they stepped out of the car from when he silently wept after what had happened. Phil would never ask him about it.

He also saw the tweets from Dan that followed.

@danielhowell: I’ve said this more than once but please do not follow me. I appreciate you all so much but it’s not okay to follow me around. (1)

@danielhowell: also please do not follow my car once I get into it. It’s not only unsafe for you, but it’s unsafe for me as well. Please know that your safety means the world to me and that’s not okay (2).

to@danielhowell:

@softdaniel: was that the amazingphil guy that you were pictured with in London???

to@softdaniel:

@yasmin__road: it has to be! The photos of the guy lined up with the same guy Dan just followed on Insta! I bet it’s a secret relationship.

to@yasmin__road

@danielhowell: phil is just a friend but I would appreciate it if you left him out of tweets like this. Thank you.

Phil read though more of them and eventually shut his phone off.

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