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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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I don’t know what type of magic you posses but Blanche has been like digital therapy I’m losing the stress I didn’t realize I had.

Like??? Why does reading about him make me feel so calm??? What’s happening????

It would be so cute if you knitting sessions with him and at the end exchanged the things you made

Also I think Yves could work as a middle child🤔 I’m an older sister and while Yves could work as the oldest, Blanche kinda out older brothers him imo

Tw: implied drugging

He would be hopping in joy when you agree to sacrifice your weekend to spend time with him. Blanche would excitedly clap his hands as he cheers, successfully winning you over instead of that indecent hussy who usually invites you to those raunchy home parties. It was also a smart move to choose him over some boozy party, as he was on his last straw. He would have sabotaged it out of spite, causing a casualty or two to scare you off.

"Oh, you are such a sweet little angel! Thank you, thank you!" Opened his arms, you would jump in and then he would gently twirl you around. Giggles resonated throughout his living room as he continued playing with you with such glee.

He carried you on his hip as he made his way to the sofa. Blanche set you down and stroked your hair, kissing the crown of your head before leaving for the stairs. You turned your head to see him taking his first step, using his trusty wooden cane.

You told him that you could help him take whatever he's trying to retrieve. He doesn't need agonizingly go up a flight of stairs for that.

He smiled. "Well. If my helpful darling insists, could you be a dear and bring us the 'box of Jolly and Joy'?"

You nodded and hopped off the couch, Blanche chuckled deeply as you bolted past him, rushing up the stairs.

"Oh, my sweet. There is no rush, there is no need to run. You could trip and fall, that wouldn't be ideal. Would it, dear?" You're already out of earshot before you can even hear him finish his sentence as you heard it more than thrice.

The box of Jolly and Joy is a large but lightweight wooden chest. It contains a random assortment of items, which includes at least two sets of knitting needles and a wide array of yarn. It definitely contained your favourite colour and in your favourite shades. It had other items in there, like his past wood carvings and relevant equipment, art supplies, bobbins to make lace, ribbons, music boxes, musical instruments, pottery tools, scrapbooks, stickers, VHS tapes of old, popular movies, embroidery and its relevant objects... He basically has every homely and vintage hobby contained in this chest.

"What can the box of Jolly and Joy offer you today, my flower?" Asked Blanche, as he sits with his legs together. He rests his hands atop his lap.

You rummaged through it, taking your time deciding what to do. Too occupied with it to realize that he is jotting down something in his notebook while his pocket watch is out.

You pulled out the knitting needles and yarn. Handing him a set while you held onto yours.

"Ah, wonderful choice. Thank you, my love. Thank you, box of Jolly and Joy!" He began casting a few loops onto his needle using the colored yarn you picked out for him. "What would you like me to make, my dear?"

You told him whatever he wanted. You said that you're going to make something for him.

That earned you a kiss on the temple. He said nothing else as he bent down to pick up a few more colors of yarn. You noticed that he also picked up a tattered, square sheet. Which you then recognized as the cover of a Vinyl Record disc.

You already started knitting as he stood back up, walking to the gramophone nearby and setting it up so that it could play the music he wanted.

Half a minute after he set the needle on the rotating disc, soft, crackly music started playing. A slow, calm, and elegant Valse Serenade sets the tone of the room to be lazy, carefree, and lax. There was a strange sense of longing, melancholy, and nostalgia that you didn't truly understand while listening to it, but it was so mild, that it became negligible. You let your muscles relax as you felt the burdens of the world evaporate from your shoulders, all you had to do was knit and enjoy.

"I shall prepare us some delicious snacks and cups of hot, herbal tea to enjoy." Said Blanche as he held onto his cane for support. You shot up from your seat and dropped your work onto the seat, you said that you could do it for him.

You told Blanche that you wanted him to stay here and rest his joints.

"Oh, my dove. You pamper me too much." He smiled, caressing your cheek. "What about preparing them together? You can choose your favorite types of treats."

And so, you agreed. Walking to the kitchen with him and chatting about the cookies and pastries he baked while you're away. You had a lengthy list to choose from: classic, chocolate chip cookies, raisin scones, lemon squares, palmiers, gingerbread shapes and men, pecan rum bars, oat cookies, mini rhubarb pies, slices of fruitcakes, strawberry and creme whoopie pies, shortbread and blueberry muffins, fudge brownies and finally, meringues.

They're all apparently baked fresh, this morning and yesterday. It's unbelievable, with his snail-like speed and capabilities, but you're not one to question a good thing. Whatever he makes, it's bound to be heavenly.

While he's brewing the tea and filling the kitchen with pleasant floral and earthy scents from his special blend of herbs, you were building the treat platter; choosing the ones that you like and the treats that you think Blanche would want.

He sets up the coffee table in the living room with saucers and small dessert forks. Blanche would return to the kitchen when he heard the kettle whistling loudly, he took it off the heat and poured it into two quaint teacups.

He giggled at how you decided to pile the plate with his baked goods, it was heaping over like a mountain. Blanche is always happy to know you enjoy his cooking.

The vibe was undeniably cozy. The warm, orange lights from his incandescent lightbulbs illuminated his cottage. The doors were shut to not let a draft in from the heavy rain outside in, but it was still a bit chilly. So Blanche took out a massive, weighted blanket from his 'Chest of Comfy' next to his gramophone. The two of you had it draped over each other's laps.

You hadn't restarted your knitting project yet, as you were too busy stuffing your face with Blanche's godly desserts. A knowing smile rested on Blanche's charmingly handsome features as he took a sip from his tea, his pinkie lifted up gracefully. In a few seconds, you will be asking if you could drink from his cup.

And he was right. Of course, he agreed. Anything for his beloved dove.

The rainy afternoon passes by with him knitting, while you're mostly eating and drinking. Making multiple trips to his kitchen to refill your cup and his, and the snack platter too. The record Vinyl played numerous other songs, all of which were vintage, gentle, kind, romantic, and easy in nature. Sometimes it would make you somewhat sad, but you think that's just how it sounds like back in the olden days.

Blanche would have been done in fifteen minutes, but he wanted to prolong the time spent with you as long as possible. So he pretended that he needed quite a bit of time to finish. Whereas you barely even started, not even 10% completed. But that's alright, he knows that you felt great and entertained, as his tea should make everything extra amusing to you no matter how mundane or boring. You're in your own bliss and he is in his own as you decided to knit while being perched on his lap. Blanket wrapped over the two of you.

However, when a certain song began to play, he would set his work down and have a joyful, toothy grin. "Oh, how fun! It's our favorite song to waltz to, can we please do that?" He watched you with such large and pleading eyes as he clasped his hands together in anticipation.

You mirrored his smile, hopping off his lap to humor his request. He would rise up, abandoning his cane and leading you to the clearing in the living room, made especially for waltzing between you and him.

He pressed a hand against your back while he had to slouch since he was too tall for you to comfortably reach his shoulder. You and he intertwined hands and soon, the steps were synced and fluid. Following the beat of the music and leisurely slow dancing around the room.

It's incredibly easy as you had practiced this numerous times with Blanche before, you could even do it with your eyes closed. You felt floaty and loose, eternally grateful to experience this magical moment with someone who you love, someone who actually filled the ominous void in your life.

You rested your head on his chest. This is your paradise and Blanche's heaven.

He let his curls sway to the rhythm of the music, occasionally it would brush your leg due to the close proximity. Neither of you spoke, only letting the rich vocals and melodic piano notes course through each other's blood.

Your project and his were left on the sofa, incomplete. But that only means you and Blanche would be spending much more time together to complete them.

Blanche lets out a soft sigh of delight.

All he ever wanted was dancing with him, in his arms.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #tw yandere #yandere concept #yandere x you #oc blanche #male yandere x reader #whoops did not realize i forgot to reply to everything else #yeaa blanche do be calming #might be the herbs he put in his tea #and thanks 4 the ask cool insight as an older sister

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raining-tulips · 4 months

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hi! i just found your blog :) love your commonplace book scans! if you don’t mind me asking, could you give a more in-depth explanation of what commonplacing is exactly and what your process is? i’m intrigued and considering getting into it but i wouldn’t even know where to start! thanks a lot xx

Absolutely! So my commonplace is specifically all movies, qoutes, articles, tumblr/Instagram posts, book excerpts, etc. that either resonated with me or I think I'll want to reference later. That is the heart of what common placing is - saving things for later physically rather than digitally.

Some of these just pop up in my feed, and I'll hit the like or save button. If it's an article, it usually first pops up as a preview on my Instagram and I'll open the full article on my desktop than bookmark it in a specific folder for common placing.

Sometimes, when I want to actively find something out (say, about if perfume is really bad for the environment, or I want to look at author interviews because I just loved a book) I will go out and search for that information.

Then, usually once a week I compile everything I'd like to print - i print the sources bc my handwriting is messy - into a word document formatted for two columns. I try and hold off printing until i have a full page worth, or two full page worth.

For images, I have another word document (these are printed in color, and i usually have to jigsaw to fit as many images on the page as possible, so different word document). Same thing, I try and wait until I have a full page to print. Usually x2 a month. I sometimes will print with an HP sprocket but the quality is really bad and the pictures are thick so, it's for when I'm out of printer ink or I think a photo will look okay with a sorta...uneven look.

I use just a Staples brand journal, TruRed. Cheap and easy. I draw a line at the top so I can write the date, and in the future if I want to tag it with a colored sticker or something, I can. My layouts usually include divided space on either the left or right of a page. The article goes in the bigger open space, and then the source (always write your source!!) and any commentary goes in the smaller margins.

Commentary is usually why I wanted to print it, what it reminds me of or makes me think about, etc. What I think the argument was missing, etc. Can be as little or as much as you like. As emotional and deep or as plain-jane as you like. There are no rules!

I trim printed text and images with a 12 inch trimmer bc I've got wobbly hands, but some people just use a little (blanking on the name) exacto knife? Any 12 inch trimmer will do mine is expensive but I also scrapbook so I use it all the time.

I paste things in using a tape runner (again, because I scrapbook and found a tape runner and my mom sells scrapbook supplies they're very accessible to me). Some people use tape, washi tape, glue sticks (liquid glue I've never seen).

And yeah, then I just decorate and play around. It doesn't have to be pretty. It can be really pretty if you want - I'm motivated by aesthetics, so, I like mine to be a little pretty.

If you'd like to see how I actually put it together and why I print certain things, my YouTube channel is the place to go.

Some people tape in movie tickets, receipts from where they shopped or ate, pictures from daily life. Some people mix common-placing and journaling, so including diary entries about their day or about a topic they love, or their thoughts and feelings (I keep mine in a separate journal, explained in this video). Some people mix common-placing with bullet journal or planning. Some combine all three!

At the end I just use a printer scanner (HP Envy 5500, cheap) and post them online that way bc I love the look.

People who have other styles you might try and look at are @petite-gloom (an OG who inspired me and many others) @fakelavender , @teddybearsticker .

#answered #commonplace #commonplace book #commonplace journal #journaling #journaling community #stubyblr

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worshipper-status · 2 months

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Literally so happy because my God is actually excepting of my obsession, but I’d kinda like to know how to worship him better less directly? (Ie. tips on digital alters/general worship tips?)

An excuse to ramble! Thank you :D

Worshipper's Guide to Indirect Worship

This is going to be my sfw guide for less direct methods of contact and digital altars, I may make an nsfw guide at some point on my own as a counterpart to this but for now...

(long post below)

Digital Shrines

Digital shrines are a good format for indirect worship, because you can curate it from anywhere, and no one will know. Technically I have two digital altars but one is more a back up of the other. One is I have a folder on my computer that contains all the media of the shrine, and the shrine itself is on my personal discord server. Usually I separate the shrine itself into media, devotionals, personal devotionals, writings, and links by using different discord channels. The channels breakdown like this for me:

Media: photos and videos of solely them

Devotionals: images I find on the internet that I feel embody our relationship, media created by someone else. Also picrews usually

Personal Devotionals: Visual media I have personally made to embody our relationship and can take full credit for creating. (This is a specific folder I made just to keep my art and others art separate)

Writings: Poems, songs, rambles, gushing, fantasies, etc. Any thought you have about them that's important enough to write down, put it here.

Links: I use this as a dumping ground for ideas I got from articles, purchases I want to make, or anything that requires a link to something else but directly relates to my worship of My Goddess.

Tumblr can also be a general dumping grounds kind of shrine, where I would not be too honest tbh, but it's a start. I prefer keeping my shrines private for the most part. My general advice is to stay away from tumblr for everything because you're not going to feel 1000% comfortable expressing your worship to its full extent because of the possibility of it being found by strangers. Also some things are just tmi to be honest. I have writings in my folder documenting times me and My Goddess have banged in detail so I don't forget. Tumblr doesn't need that kind of detail on here. So try and keep shrines at least somewhat private for your own sake. People are dicks.

As for advice for things to do to worship indirectly (and this goes hand in hand with the shrine a little bit) here's a list with general advice and ideas:

Scrapbook/Junk Journal about them (I'm biased this is a personal favorite of mine). Get a notebook, some scrapbook supplies, and either dedicate it to photos of your beloved or journal about any time you guys interact in ways that feel meaningful to you! I keep one physical scrapbook that I use for collages for My Goddess's photos, and am planning to start a junk journal for more writing purposes. I'll probably solely be using it to write about personal interactions with My Goddess, and on slower days, things I love about Her in general. It's both kinda a traditional journal and a part of my obsessive behaviors. You can also do stuff like this digitally with moodboard and collage makers like Canva which have free options.

Document about them. This is kinda vague so I'll explain. As part of my shrine, I have a document I'm building dedicated to bullet note points about My Goddess. If She randomly drops a fact on me about Her childhood, or Her interests. I write it down there so I don't forget. I want to be a good worshipper so I want to be an expert in everything about Her. I usually use a note taking app for this that I can organize into subgroups. Notion is a favorite of mine (despite them selling their soul to the AI overlords sigh) because it allows a lot of creative freedom in organizing the documents AND it's linked to my email so I can't lose it. Obviously, a google doc will accomplish the exact same thing, however my entire personality type is best described as extra, so I have to do things with extra effort at all times.

Write for them. This is where my pagan background kicks in a little bit, but in certain pagan traditions, especially stuff like Hellenic Polytheism, writing hymns or poems or songs for the gods was very important to their practices. So why not write those things for your God? It doesn't need to be shared, it can be bad, it can be whatever it wants to be. What I usually do, is I write poems for My Goddess, and keep them in my junk journal or digital shrine, depending on if I'm working physically or digitally, and if I'm feeling brave I'll share it with Her, but most times, they stay hidden in the depths of my shrine stuff.

Biggest overall piece of advice, create for them. Nothing shows devotion, quite like the personal experience of making something for someone else even if they never see it. Honor the Gods with the act of Creation, ya know?? It doesn't even have to require you to be good at drawing or whatever. Are you someone who gardens? Name a plant after them. Like makeup? Figure out what makeup styles they prefer on your chosen gender and wear those all the time, even if they're not there to see. Sewing? Make a stuffed animal of them. Speed runs? Dedicate every run to them, create a record for them. It can be as big or as mundane as you want and none of it has to be outwardly expressed to the other person. Just dedicate whatever hobby you have to them, and suddenly you'll have tons of shrine material.

Now for the quick part, of this!

General Worship Tips! (These are more indirect tho)

When getting dressed, pick outfits you know they'll appreciate. (Just please don't sacrifice your personal style for this)

Capitalize their name/title no matter what. They deserve the respect of one extra button push.

Write letters, even if you live close, even if you see them everyday, and even if you never send them. Use this as a format to express your emotions unbarred.

Save every photo they send you of themselves. If you need to edit people out of the photo do it, but you better be saving every instance of themselves they give you.

Fill your space with things that express yourself yes, but also have stuff that reminds you of them. Do they have a favorite animal? Buy those kinds of stuffed animals. They say they like certain types of aesthetics? Put some of that decor in your space.

I don't paint my nails, but if you do, paint them their favorite color.

Have dedicated jewelry pieces for them. While My Goddess did not give it to me, I have a memory of them associated with a bracelet I wear every single day. You can just buy a piece of jewelry and assign it as a symbol to them. They don't have to know.

Interact with their interests, with passion. Do your best to care about everything they care about. It'll give you guys tons of stuff to do, and help you understand them better.

Make pinterest boards dedicated to certain moments you want i.e. first date, wedding, future house/apartment dreams, pets you want with them, nursery room ideas, etc.

Make playlists dedicated to them.

Alright that's all I really have for right now! I hope some of this advice has been helpful and at the very least legible lol. I hope everything with you and your God goes well! If you want any more advice do not be afraid to ask me more questions :)

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onceuponmmy · 26 days

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Mother Day Ideas

Whether your mother is someone who likes the outdoors, or someone that enjoys doing things inside. You can't go wrong with anything bought or homemade...

Bookish

(reader/writer/linguist)

Write her a Story

Homemade Bookmarks

Homemade Puzzles/Crosswords

Write a Poem/Haiku/Family Quote

Her Fave Books (Date with a Book) with Bookmarks

Personalised or Cute Stationery (Pens)

A new Journal/Scrapbook (With Stickers)

Book of Puzzles/Crosswords/Pattern Colouring

Foodie

(cook/baker/foodie)

Make her Breakfast in Bed

Bake her something

Cook her something

Make or Personalise Apron or Utensils

Cooking Utensils/Equipment or Apron

Get her Fave Treats/Snacks

A selection of her Beverages (Hot or Cold)

Make up a Foodie Kit (Ice Cream Kit, Movie Munchies Kit, etc)

Outdoors

(gardener/active/animals)

Plan a Day Out (Park, Beach, Gardens, Museum/Gallery, etc)

Grow A Plant/Tree

Make something from wood/glass (Jewellery/Trinket box, etc)

Take care of the Animals for the Day.

Choose a Cap/Hat/Sweatbands/an article of Active Wear

New or Personalised Water bottle/Exercise Equipment

Plant/Flowers/Gardening Tools

Handy Tools (Hammer, tool bag, etc)

Pet Accessories or Mementos (Mugs/Shirts/etc)

Creative

(artist/crafter/memento)

Photography Projects (Digital Slideshow) Scrapbook

Make Cards/Paintings

Make Candles/Soaps/Bath Salts/Sugar Scrubs

Sewing/Knitting/Crochet (Scarf, Beanie, Slippers, Blanket)

Art Mediums (Paints & Brushes, Pencils, Clay, etc...)

Print Photography Portraits

Scrap-booking Supplies and Book

Sewing/Knitting/Crochet Equipment

Glamour

(fashionista/beauty/shopping)

Give her a Home Spa Day (Massage, Facial, Pedi-Mani)

Homemade Jewellery (Necklaces, Bracelets, Earrings)

Paint her nail, Create Hairstyles

Have a Fashion Show Runway

Design a Fashion Line with things at Home

Self-Care/Skin Care Kits

Gift Cards/Vouchers

Fashion Accessories (Wallets, Purses, keychains, etc)

Shopping Trip; Choose a new Outfit

Beauty Supplies (Lip balm, Perfume, Make Up, etc)

Entertainment

(singer/dancer/play)

Compose a Song

Perform a Play

Create Dance Routine

Make a Playlist/Mixed Tape or CD

Homemade Music Memorabilia Crafts

Music Memorabilia

Go to a Show/Orchestra/Play

Attend a Concert of Music Festival

Find Personalised Packaging

Technology

(gamer/computers/devices)

Play a Game with Her

Design a Game Together

Create something from old Tech Equipment

Laptop Decals/Stickers to Decorate

Sewn Laptop Case

Choose Accessories (Earphones, Speakers, Charger, Bags, Chargers, etc)

Personalised items (Mouse pads, Pictures, etc)

Desk Decorations (LED Lights, etc)

Portable Chargers & Desk Lamps

Smart Devices (Watches, Lights, Alexa)

Chill

(cozy/relaxed/homely)

Do her Jobs for the Day

Give her a shoulder robe

Movie/TV Series Day in

Junk Food Day

Slippers/Ugh-boots

Fluffy or Soft Blanket/Robe

Sleeping Mask

Massage Tools

Any Mother

(What to get if you're unsure) :

PLAN FOR THE DAY (Doesn't have to be everything, choose what you feel she would love to do)

BOUGHT (Can never go wrong with a custom gift basket)

Build a Gift Basket -

Basket/Gift Box

Treat/Snack/Drink

Self Care/Relaxation

Scented Goodie

"Mom" Goodie (Jewellery, Mug, Cozy things, Bookish...)

Fresh Flowers (Preferably Her Favourite)

Card/Poem/Haiku/Quote

MOTHERS DAY COUPONS (Just some options, or you can make them yourself in to a small booklet)

#mothers day #mother series #love #children #parenting #kids #mother #mom #activities

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yikesitskennawrites · 2 years

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Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

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Dinner was as normal as it could have been after the news about the kid being murdered. You didn’t burn down the kitchen this time since Marc and Steven kept a close eye on you as you stirred the tomato sauce for the pasta. Marc and you mainly chatted about the ingredients for the pasta he decided to teach you how to make. During the meal, Steven talked about his day and the things he did. He was still working on that scrapbook and he needed to set a reminder on his phone to get supplies, which you helped him with after he pulled out his old man glasses. The subject of Khonshu and his new avatar was danced around and you didn’t try to bring it up since it was obvious that neither of them knew much about it besides the sight of the Moonknight suit at the crime scene.

You supposed that if you were a god's previous avatar who abused you and you were no longer their avatar, you wouldn’t want anything to do with them either. After dinner and the dishes were done, you and Steven chatted at the table for a bit.

“Since you’re going to be here for a while, I guess I should get to know you properly. What do you like to do for fun?” Steven asks, his glasses were resting on top of his hair. You studied your fingernails as you picked dirt out from underneath them while you thought about what to say. You and the men still don’t know each-other well, not as much as you knew your best friend back in America at least. You knew that you had to trust these men to be able to feel comfortable meeting them everyday for dinner and sleeping at their place since Khonshu still scares the shit out of you; and probably will continue to until you know his intentions.

You purse your lips as you think about what you did for fun before the blip. You mainly scrolled through social media to pass the time, sometimes you watched YouTube or Netflix since it was cheaper than going out in New York. But during the summer days, winter breaks, and weekends that you had money saved up to do something, you loved going out and doing something fun. One of your favorites was Coney Island Amusement Park. You spent a few days there every summer with your parents and your best friend, you loved the Cyclone Roller Coaster despite it being a wooden structure that would wobble in certain areas. You watched a few theater plays at the Broadway Theater. Hamilton was one of your favorites despite pretending it wasn’t as good as it really was while in high-school because you didn’t want to get bullied. You and your best friend both knew the songs by heart and you secretly read some fanfiction of the show. You pretended to hate the lighting of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree since it was just lighting a tree, but there were a few times you were caught staring at it with wide eyes by your best friend. You loved the lights, it was different from the digital screens of the advertisements in Times Square.

You used to paint, although you determined that your paintings were terrible and any eyes that landed on your works were embarrassing and your paintings could never be shown to anyone. You still enjoyed the calmness of painting, it helped your anxiety. Maybe you should try painting again, it might help you now. You tried knitting and crocheting but you could never get it quite right and that frustrated you to the point that you dropped it and refused to pick up the knitting needles and crochet hooks again. You read some books, mainly the popular young adult books that were being made into movies such as The Hunger Games or The Fault in Our Stars just so you could compare the books to the films. The books were always better in your opinion.

You liked to bake sweets, brownies and cookies were always your to-go for baking. You learned how to perfectly bake a cookie without burning it or overcooking by the tiniest bit. You used to sell them at school for extra cash but the teachers found out and told you couldn’t do that because of something along the lines of food regulation. Obviously, you continued to sell them but you were just more secretive about it. Sports were not for you, you weren’t the athletic type. Although, you did learn that you were competitive in an intense game of tag and you could sprint the length of a football field and launch yourself over the bleachers in order to tag your opponent. But, you never joined soccer or track despite the teams trying to recruit you after seeing you deadass sprint just to win a game.

Your favorite thing you liked to do the most was stargazing. With the air pollution and smog in New York and London, stargazing was rare. One of the things on your bucket list was to travel to the Arizona desert and stargaze. But, with the fraud you committed, going back to America would be a stupid idea. Perhaps there's somewhere in the United Kingdom that has more clear nights and is away from the city. Maybe you could drag Steven and Marc along.

“I like to stargaze,” You say after a few moments of Steven waiting for your answer. He nods, his soft curls hitting lightly brushing against his forehead as he does so.

“Do you have anything else you like to do?” He asks. You gently bite your lip as you think about your interests. There wasn’t a lot to do in New York for the people who lived in it, the city was mainly for socialites and travelers. Tourists loved visiting the city just because of how it's portrayed in films as the city of hope and dreams. They also went there so they could see the places that the Avengers fought at, the locations alone brought in millions of dollars each year just because of the hype around the heroes. It was kind of like lingering outside of Beverly Hills in California just to catch a glimpse of a celebrity or to get an autograph.

“I haven’t really had the opportunity to find out my interests.” You say, which wasn’t a complete lie. You just haven’t found something that has peaked your liking enough that you would come back to it. Besides, you were too busy with work to be able to find your interests and it's not like you can afford buying anything to try out.

“I used to paint though,” You admit, “I was terrible at it and I hid all of my paintings in my closet because I was embarrassed of them. I think the family that moved into my house during the blip burned them. Honestly, if they didn’t, they should have.” You chuckle and Steven frowns a little.

“I don’t think your paintings were that terrible,” He reassures you, “I’ll show you terrible artwork sometime. We can paint together if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” He says, smiling at your surprised look, “Only if you want to.”

“Okay.” You say, you could feel a small smile forming on your face at the idea. It’s been awhile since you did something mundane such as painting. You’ve been too worried about Khonshu and the risk of Steven and Marc reporting you to the police to be able to focus on one task for long.

You ask, “What about you? What do you like to do?” Steven sits quietly as he looks away from you in thought. He hums and scratches his chin.

“You already know I like to study Egyptian culture and their gods…” He trails off, “Bollocks. I like any puzzle, although I really enjoy the crosswords the most. There’s nothing wrong with the three-thousand puzzle piece, it’s just that it’s too easy to lose the pieces and I tried gluing them onto a cardboard to hang it up but it's difficult choosing what puzzles get to be shown off. Although, I must admit that it's satisfying seeing the final outcome once it's complete. Not exactly like the crossword in the daily newspaper or those crossword books, ain’t it? Besides, the newspaper is dying and everything is online now, it makes it quite difficult to do crosswords in the paper- oh, I’m rambling aren’t I? I’ll stop now.” He cuts himself off and gives you a sheepish look.

“No, no,” You rush out, giving him a reassuring smile, “I like listening to you talk.” You say honestly. “It’s nice to listen to you.”

“But, you haven’t talked as much.” Steven says, “You were quiet throughout dinner and you don’t really speak much…” He trails off and shifts his eyes to the fish tank. “Even Marc agrees.” He adds after a few seconds.

“I just-” You start and then stop. You swallow as you gather your thoughts to form into a coherent sentence, “I guess, I don’t think I have anything interesting to add. I’m a boring person, really.” You shoot him a grin and he frowns at you talking down on yourself.

“You shouldn’t say that about yourself.” He scolds you, “Anything you say is important because it makes up who you are.” You shift in your seat as you listen to him talk, “I-what is it Marc?” He turns his attention back to the fishtank and presses his lips together. “Fine.” He states, you watch the shift between them quietly as Marc sits up a little straighter.

“So, what do you like to do for fun?” You ask before he gets the chance to mother-hen you like Steven did moments ago.

“I like watching the Chicago Cubs play baseball,” Marc says. You hum as you wait for him to pick up where Steven left off, but he instead surprises you by asking, “What music do you listen to?”

“Taylor Swift.” You immediately answer.

“You’re so sure of your favorite music but not of your hobbies.”

“I would sell my soul to go to one of her concerts.” You say in seriousness and Marc laughs. “I would do anything to listen to her live music. The last album she made was Reputation back in 2017 before she got blipped and I bet she has some bopping music stuffed in a drawer somewhere that she’s working on now.”

“You sound like a huge fan,” Marc says, and you nod before asking him about his music choices. “Eh. AC/DC, Jon Bovi, Tom Petty, Nickelback, and Guns and Roses are some of the bands I like.”

“You should make me a playlist,” You say, “If Steven can hear me he can add the music he likes to it too.”

Marc chuckles, “Steven and I have different tastes, he doesn’t care for rock that much. He’s more of an alternative or indie fan.” He pauses, “Also, he’s telling me to tell you that he doesn’t know technology that well, but he’ll try.”

“Thanks,” You say. You cross your arms over your stomach and lean back in the wooden chair.

“I should tell you before I forget that I’m meeting up with Layla for dinner tomorrow so we’re not going to eat together, alright?” Marc says, you blink at him. You’re not going to lie, that was a little surprising to hear.

“You’re eating dinner with your ex-wife?” You ask, looking with curious eyes towards him, “The one you send divorce papers to? You’re going on a date?”

“It’s not a date,” Marc groans, and rubs his palms off on his shorts, “We’re just two friends meeting up for dinner to chat. I haven’t seen her since Cairo and we have a few things to talk about.”

“You’re leaving me alone after you clearly stated that Khonshus new avatar is out and whoever it is, is killing teenagers and you’re obviously somewhat stressed about that.”

“I am not-”

“Bullshit.” You cut him off, “You wouldn’t let me be by myself in my own apartment- which I am glad about by the way, don’t give me that look, Spector,” You pause and glare at him momentarily before continuing, “and you called me a dozen times, your voicemails sounded panicky and you were begging me to answer the damn phone. You and Steven are stressed about this new avatar and whatever Khonshu has up his sleeves; and you just don’t want to admit it.”

“So, you don’t want me to meet up with Layla tomorrow?”

“No,” You breathe out and shake your head, “I do.” You wanted him to have a life and figure out where he and Layla stood even though you thought it was a little odd that an ex-husband and ex-wife were meeting up for dinner. Maybe they ended on good terms, who knows, it’s not your business and he’ll eventually cave anyway and tell you, it’s just a matter of time. Besides, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you needed to get used to being in your apartment or the laundry room alone.

You couldn’t rely on the men forever, especially since you were going to be eighteen soon and that meant you would be considered an adult rather than a teenager. You were hell of a lot more hesitant now to be on your own but you couldn’t let the god and his puppet know how terrified you were to be. You couldn’t let them win.

“I want you to admit that you’re scared and that it’s okay to be.” You say. Marc stares at you as the sentence leaves your mouth. Maybe getting the men to admit that they're terrified as much as you were this would make this easier for you. Logically, it should be the opposite if two grown ass men were terrified of a god and his avatar; but if Marc admits that it's okay to be scared because he’s scared, maybe that would make it easier to accept. You can’t just put your life on hold because an avatar killed a teenager and a god is purposely scaring you and stalking you. You and Marc make eye contact for a few seconds before you watch the switch happen between Marc and Steven. You groaned in frustration and rolled your eyes towards the ceiling.

“It’s bandages,” Steven says, "The bloody pigeon doesn’t have sleeves, he has dirty bandages wrapped around his body.” You give Steven a look and the smile on his face falls at your expression, “Did Marc say something?”

“No, it’s what he didn’t say.” You state, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Steven sighs and leans forward in his chair and places a hand on your knee.

“Marc doesn’t know how to express his feelings well,” Steven starts and you huff, “But, I speak for us both...here. We’re scared, we don’t know what's going to happen and what the pigeon is planning.” You press your lips together as Steven rubs his thumb across your knee. “Seeing Khonshu for the first time was horrifying, I thought I was going mad,” He admits, “I thought I was going to be thrown into the loony bin until Marc cleared some stuff up for me. So, what I’m trying to say is, your terror is valid and ours is too.” You felt a bit more satisfied at hearing Steven say that than try to cover it up and distract you with something else.

“Okay,” you say, “Thanks.”

“It’s not a problem, mate.” He answers and silence settles between the two of you. “Let’s do something that would help us relax, yeah?” Steven smiles, “Something to wind down from the day, unless you want to go to bed now?” You purse your lips in thought. You weren’t ready to lie in bed and be alone with your thoughts as Steven waits for you to fall asleep before sneaking off to the couch. You didn’t want to make yourself more worried than you already are about the current situation.

“What do you have in mind?” You ask and Steven grins at you.

“You want to play a board game or something? I think I have Scrabble lying around somewhere…” He trails off as his eyes scan the crowded bookshelves. Sitting down and playing a board game sounded fun but you were too anxious to sit still for a long time. You need to move around and get rid of all this energy, tire yourself out enough that you’ll fall asleep before Steven heads to the couch.

“Do you have a Wii?” You ask, maybe you could play Wii Sports.

“Wii?” Steven asks, his brows scrunched together at the question. You shake your head to dismiss it. You supposed that if he didn’t know how to make a playlist that he wouldn’t have any video game consoles.

“Do you have anything physical we could do, you know, like not just sitting?” You ask, Steven hums and looks around the room.

“We could clean the flat…” He says, a frown tugged on his lips as he took in the organized mess.

“Cleaning isn’t very fun,” You state as you turn in your chair to find something interesting to do. With the messy shelves lined with books and loose sheets of paper, it was clear that Steven and Marc didn’t own any board games- save for Scrabble which could be a single player game; but even as you scanned the shelves, you were unable to find the game. The corners of your lips tilted downwards, you couldn’t find any games. Not even card games like Uno or Blackjack, Marc and Steven were two grown men who didn’t even own games to play with other people; and if they did actually have them, they obviously put it somewhere for uneasy access. Did they not have any friends to play with?

You shifted your eyes away from the shelves and glanced at Steven. He wasn’t looking in your direction, he was frowning at the mess that had formed over the last year that he lived here. Now that you were thinking about it, Marc and Steven only ever mentioned Layla, not another single other person in their lives; and even then, they don’t own any games to play with her, you guess that was reasonable because Layla and them were divorced so playing games with your ex-wife would be awkward. Unless it ended on good terms, which it kind of had to if Marc and Layla are meeting up for dinner, which is totally not a date.

You trailed your eyes away from Steven and towards the television which showed the two of you reflection. Watching a film didn’t sound like the best thing to do, you wanted to move around, you should convince Steven or Marc to buy a Wii. They’re only fifty dollars at the cheapest now since the console is over ten years old. That’s like, forty-one pounds, honestly, not a bad deal. You move your eyes to the door and shake your head at the thought of walking. Going on an evening stroll would have been a decent idea if it wasn’t for the avatar so that was crossed out.

You came to the conclusion that there was nothing to do to calm your nerves. You breathed a sigh and shifted in your chair. Steven shot you a curious look and waited for you to speak.

“There’s nothing to do,” You say, leaning forward and placing your elbow on the table to rest your chin on your palm.

“There's plenty to do,” Steven says and gestures to the mess that has begun to consume his life, “we could clean.” You groan at the suggestion.

“That's not very banging of you.” You say.

He gives you a confused look, “What?”

“Banging. Y’know, like cool or fun or exciting.” You say, he slowly nods before bringing his attention back to the pile of books stacked on the floor and leaflets of papers scattered around his apartment. You could tell by his expression that it was going to bother him until something else distracted him or he decided to clean the mess. You bite the inside of your cheek as you think about what you could do to pass the time. One of the many things you did on rainy days when you were younger was building a fort; and at the moment that sounds pretty fun and relaxing. Although, you doubt Steven nor Marc would help you build it or allow you to move their furniture around.

“What are you thinking about?” Steven asks, you look at him, “You got this look on your face that kind of looks sad.”

“I was just..” You start and trail off. “It’s going to sound stupid and childish, but I was thinking that we could build a fort. I miss building forts and hanging out in them.” You admit and watch as Steven slowly nods and rolls his eyes at the fish tank.

“Why don’t we build a fort right now?” Steven says. You blink in surprise. “C'mon, table thief, let's build ourselves a fort, yeah?” You ignore his nickname for you.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, we can use the couch and the table as stands to help prop up the covers.” He pushes himself out of his chair and begins to walk towards the couch, “Come help me push the couch.” You stand up and walk to the opposite end of the sofa. You and Steven grip your fingers underneath the edge of the furniture and push it closer to Gus the Second tank.

“I’ll get some chairs.” You say before you walk back to the dining table and grab yours and Stevens seat and head back to the couch.

“I’m thinking that we could use the tank for the light since I don’t have any of those string lights,” Steven says.

“And Marc would be able to join us,” You add and Steven rolls his eyes.

“The git is calling us children for doing this,” Steven groans and directs towards the reflective surface of the fish tank, “bloody fun you are.”

“He’s just missing out.” You shrug, “He can’t come into our fort if he keeps bullying us and doesn’t put any effort into it.”

“You hear that, Marc?” Steven says, a few moments pass before he directs towards you, “he says he doesn’t care.”

“Not invited.” You hum, “I’m going to take the bedding off of the bed and we can use that as the cover.” You walk to the bed you’ve been sleeping in for the past couple of weeks and take the bedding off. It smelled like you and the men's laundry detergent. You wanted to frown at the scent since it made you feel a bit guilty at taking their bed, but the smell kind of comforted you.

“Here,” You say and place it on the couch. “We need something to help hold down the edges.” You scan the flat and Steven points to his thick Egyptology books.

“We can balance them on the corners of Gus' tank, we just have to be careful standing underneath the covers.” He says, you smile at the suggestion and the two of you begin collecting heavy books and placing them by the couch. Once you grab as many books as you thought you needed, you grab the comforter off of the couch and begin looking for one end of the blanket. You hand the edge to Steven and the two of you grab the edges with your hands.

“I’m going to place my end on the fish tank and-”

“Well, what about the couch?” You cut him off, “Don’t you think it's too short for my end? Maybe if we turn the couch outwards so the cushions are facing outside of the couch-”

“I was getting there,” Steven smiles and temporarily drops his end of the comforter before walking to one end of the couch. You mirror his actions and the two of you turn the couch outwards so the back is facing the inside of the soon-to-be fort. You pick up the Egyptology books and hand them to Steven who takes them and places them on the corner of the tank before doing the same to the other corner. You hold up your end of the blanket and drape the remaining over the couch before carefully placing Stevens books on either end to hold down the weight.

“If we get more chairs from the table, we could place them on the outside and they could kind of be our walls.”

“Brilliant idea,” Steven says while beaming at you. You carry back the two remaining chairs from the table and place them opposite from the other two you carried over earlier. You turned the chairs outwards so the backs were facing into the fort and Steven tossed you your end of the sheet. Carefully, the two of you draped the sheet over the chairs, the fort was done being built, now all you had to do was fill it with comfort items.

“I’m going to grab your pillows and if you have extra blankets somewhere, can you get them?” You ask as you walk backwards towards his bed. He nods, curls bouncing lightly on his forehead as he does so and you shoot him a grin before giving your complete attention to the task at hand. Grabbing the four pillows off of his mattress, you return to the fort and carefully slide each of the cushions into the fort between the fish tank and the chairs. You enter the fort the same way, taking your time to not knock over the blankets. For a moment, the brightness from Gus tank made it hard to see but not soon after your eyes adjusted to the light. You separate the pillows into two equal sections, Steven gets two pillows and you get two pillows.

Not a few minutes later, Steven was returning with the extra blankets. Carefully, he placed the blankets into the fort before sliding in himself. Together, the two of you worked together at making the fort as comfortable as possible as it was sitting in a slightly cramped space on a wooden floor. As soon as it was complete, you and Steven shared a grin and a high-five.

“Great job, Steven.” You say. You turned your face towards the tank and watched Gus swim around for a few moments as Steven laid down on his back.

“It was not a problem,” a certain someone says in an American accent. You whip your head towards him. Marc grinned at you as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Let Steven do all the work so you could enjoy the fort?” You ask and he hums, “I thought you were saying that building forts was childish and bullying us for it. I guess you had to stoop down to our level for you to be able to join us.” He reaches over to his side of the fort and grabs a small keychain flashlight before handing it to you. You ask, “What is this?”

“Steven thought you would like it. He got it from the museum when he worked there.” Marc simply says with a small shrug. You stared at the silver flashlight with one black button. You press the button and watch as it projects seven small five point stars.

“Woah,” You say, “that's so cool. Thank you.” You remove your finger from the button and the light turns off. “But this still isn’t an apology for bullying us.”

“You want me to leave?”

“No,” you say. You stare at him and wait for the simple five lettered word to leave his mouth. All he has to say is ‘sorry” and he would probably be forgiven. You might just drag it out longer just to see if he’ll apologize extra.

“I could read one of Stevens' history books for you.” Marc says, surprising you quite a bit.

“Now?”

“Or later,” Marc says, you nod slowly. This was probably the closest thing you were going to get as an apology from Marc. “We should buy you some Dr. Seuss books or something.”

“Okay, but his books smack hard.” You say and Marc gives you a small smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” You confirm and Marc lets out a small laugh causing you to smile. “Have you ever read Green Eggs and Ham?”

“No,” Marc shakes his head.

“Not even as a kid?” You ask, “Not even at school or your parents reading bedtime stories to you?” Marc shakes his head again, his eyes turning sad and distant, “Wow. Well, that book is good- one of the greatest honestly. I’ll read the Dr. Seuss books to you so you could make up for some of your sad childhood.”

“Yeah?” He smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You stare at him and press your lips together, did you say something that caused him to be sad?

“Yeah,” You breathe out. “Are you good, man?”

“Yeah,” He nods and clears his throat, “Tell me something about space.”

“Space?”

“Yeah, you’re a nerd for it. So, you must have some pretty cool knowledge about it.”

“Okay well,” You start and then pause. He wanted you to get distracted from him and his reaction towards whatever you said. What were you talking about? Dr. Seuss and his lack of childhood bedtime stories. Maybe he didn’t have a good childhood. You should let it go, you wouldn’t want anyone pressing you for that information if the tables were turned.

“Space is so vast that we only really explored our universe. We’re so tiny compared to the million-year-old planets, Y’know? We’re just a blink in time, here for one moment and gone for the next.” You say, occasionally turning on the projector flashlight and pointing it at the bedding above you. “Turtles can live over a hundred years old and some humans live over a hundred; but compared to the thousands-of-year-olds meteors that make up our constellations, that’s absolutely nothing. I mean, way to go for our bodies that have running organs compared to molten rock and lava. It's an achievement to live past eighty. Humans and turtles, and any living creature really is extraordinary.” You didn’t talk about space completely, but the words that you said distracted Marc and that was your own secret achievement.

“Steven and Khonshu turned back the night sky to get coordinates,” Marc says. You look at him with wide eyes.

“I saw that on Tiktok, almost every news outlet and person was talking about it.” You say, “That must have been cool to see in person.” He hums in reply and silence settles between you.

“I feel bad that you guys are sleeping on the couch,” You suddenly say. He turns his head towards you. “I know that you guys are trying to make sure that I’m comfortable and everything- which is really sweet of you guys. But, I’ve been taking your bed from you for like fourteen days and I feel terrible about it. I can take the couch or go back to my apartment even though I am terrified of everything that's happening; but it's not like I can avoid it, right? Weird shit happens almost every day in New York so this could be nothing more than Khonshu being a dick and just scaring me for fun.”

Marc cut off your rambling, “Listen, kid. If you want to go back to your apartment and go back to just dinners and evening talk, that's fine. You’re right that Khonshu could just be a dick like we told you; and we don’t know what he has planned, we could only give you the advice to say no if he asks you to be his avatar. Just know that our door is open to you.”

“Is it stupid to go back to my apartment tonight after the teen was killed?” You ask quietly. You didn’t want to, you wanted to stay here another night just to prolong being alone but, you had to go back sometime and sleep on your own couch. If Marc allows you to spend another night here, you will but you don’t want him to think that you’re expecting to. Well, now that you thought about it, Marc probably does since you changed into your pajamas before coming over.

“I don’t think he’s targeting you, because if he wanted you dead you already would be.” Marc says. He had a grimace on his face as he spoke. At least he was honest about it, you thought.

“You don’t think he’s like winding up his punch before throwing it?” You ask and Marc gives you a look, “Like, everything so far is being slowly built up before he strikes. You don’t think he’s making us anxious and paranoid before he kills me or you?”

“I…” Marc breathes out, “I don’t know, but if he wanted us dead we would be.” He repeats, “Khonshu isn’t the type of god to play with his victims before killing them.” You purse your lips. You don’t know about that, Khonshu was in your apartment the first week you met the men and he had to be in the laundry room despite you being unable to see his staff you sure as hell felt his presence.

You opened your mouth to press more about the subject but Marc cuts you off, “Don’t you have work tomorrow?” You close your mouth and nod slowly, “Okay, well it’s getting late and you don’t want to be grumpy in the morning, do you?”

“I wouldn’t be grumpy.” You deny and Marc smiles at you. “I stayed up until like two in the morning before and woke up at six am.”

“When was that?”

“Back when I was fifteen and living in New York.” You state, “I was reading and I couldn’t put down the story so I stayed up until I finished it; and then I had school and I didn’t regret a single bit of it.” You push yourself up and carefully slide back out before removing the stack of books on the corner of the tank and watching it as the blanket droops to the other side. Marc stands up and removes the other stack of books on the fish tank as you place your own on the floor.

“Steven didn’t get to enjoy the fort.” You state. Marc wads up the comforter as glances at the reflection on the tank.

“He says he did,” Marc shrugs. But he barely got to spend time with you in it? “He says that he liked building it and watching us bond.” Marc finishes with his back turned towards you. You stare at his shoulder blades as he walks to the bed. You guess that was true, usually you and Steven spend more time together than you and Marc, now that you were thinking about it. So, it must be nice for Steven to see you and Marc communicating and neither of you shoving the other out, especially him shoving you away.

“Are you ready for bed?” Marc asks and you shake your head.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” You say and you walk to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. It looked like your own, small and cramped. A shower and bath combined was shoved into the far corner and the toilet sat next to it. On the opposite side was the sink which was slightly cleaner than the table-top out in the dining room. It had the men's toothbrush and your own resting next to theirs in the toothbrush holder. You grab your own and borrow the men's toothpaste before running it underneath the faucet and brushing your teeth.

The first few days you spent the night here, you packed your toothbrush and toothpaste. Around the sixth or seventh day you stayed, Steven told you to place your toothbrush into the holder on the counter so you wouldn’t have to keep carrying it over. You were embarrassed of that, and quite frankly you still are. Spitting into the sink and rising off your toothbrush, you were done with your nightly routine. After using the toilet and washing your hands, you left the bathroom and walked over to the newly made bed. Steven sat against the headboard in his own plaid pajama bottoms and white t-shirt with a book on his lap. You crawled onto the bed and laid your head against the pillows as Steven smiles down at you. You guess that Marc wasn’t going to read to you tonight like he said he might.

“Let’s pick off where we last left off, that alright, dove?” Steven says, his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he glances down at you.

“Steven?” You say, you felt nervous asking him, but you didn’t want the men to spend another night on the couch. He turns his attention to you, brown eyes glittering with the nightstand lights.

“Yeah?”

“Do you…do you mind if you stay here?”

“I always stay here.” He says, his eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiles.

“No, like…stay here all night.” You say, “I just feel bad that you guys are sleeping on the couch and I can see that your body hurts when you wake.” His lips pursed and you could see the thoughts that he was thinking just by his expression alone. He was going to tell you that he was happy that you cared and he would have to decline your plea because he was quite fine on the couch. You knew what card you had to play next to ensure that they would get a good night's sleep for the first time in two weeks, so you say, “Also, I would feel a lot more comfortable having you closer to me because of…well, y’know.”

“Dove, we told you that there’s nothing to worry about.”

“But, you also told me that you don’t know for sure, so what is it, Steven?” You say, and he nods slowly.

You wonder if Marc was telling him what to say or to decline your plea, but before you could think further on that he admits, “I think I would feel better if I was closer to you too.” You internally pump your fists into the air in victory. You briefly revisited the concept that Steven was just as nervous as you were about the murder that happened today and that his acceptance for your question proves that he needs reassurance too. He flips open the book to the chapter he bookmarked last night. It was the chapter on the God Ra, the sun god. You listened to Stevens' quiet voice as he spoke and slowly relaxed into the routine the two of you have been in for the past two weeks.

You closed your eyes and allowed your breathing to slow. You forced all thoughts of the reflection of the day to be shoved aside. You’ll deal with them tomorrow, you decided, tonight you want to sleep as peacefully as possible. You were halfway asleep as you felt the bed dip and saw the flicker of the light turning off behind your eyelids. You felt Steven place his hand on your arm, you didn’t pull away, you were too tired to care; and honestly, it was nice. Not soon after, sleep took you.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the dip in the bed rise. You breathed in a sharp breath as you stirred, you rolled over onto your back and hugged the sheet to your chest. You closed your eyes with the intention of going back to sleep but the noise of socks shuffling on the wooden floor and the soft footsteps on the floorboards made you peek at the men to see what they were doing. With the little moonlight shining through the curtains and Gus the Second tank, you could see Marc or Steven walking quietly through their apartment.

You didn’t think much of it, you just thought that they were getting a glass of water or going to the bathroom, so you closed your eyes to go back to bed. You were on the edge of sleep when you heard the door unbolt and open before it shut and you heard it lock again. In your tired state, you didn’t think about why Marc or Steven left, but rather let yourself fall back into a dreamless sleep.

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