#i saw this right after waking up from a really long nap & was confused for like 10 minutes bc anons can't send image asks

[lunarlicorice]

(main cant send asks) that's right ive always been a celeste fan. that's right i do not know how to portray him accurately anyway

AWUAGJAJ this is 100% accurate you are going to kill me with this <3 !!!!!!

[bloodnight-blaze]

“ kiss me under the mistletoe! ”

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, and sylus w a gn!reader.

synopsis: the holidays are long over, but that doesn't stop you from hanging up a mistletoe as an excuse to kiss your boyfriend.

notes: listen.... listen okay.... i can't wait until december to write this i have to get it out now.... lengths of each section may vary but i tried to keep it to an 8 paragraph maximum.

warnings: canon is vague so you decide, inaccurate timing of mistletoe i guess, very short and sweet and self-indulgent, just a lot of fluff and a lot of kissing, reader wears lipstick in raf's part bc i am desperate to cover that man in lipstick stains, zayne is a menace, sylus is also a menace, pet names used: cutie (r), sweetie (s).

XAVIER — is very confused when he wakes up from a nap to see mistletoe dangling in his face. Last he checked, it was the middle of January so he's fairly certain he didn't sleep the entire new year away. Though, it's not something that's entirely out of the question.

Behind the mistletoe he saw your smiling face, and you pull the plant away from him as he sits up, planting yourself right next to him and looking at him expectantly.

Xavier knew what the mistletoe meant, he just didn't quite understand why you were using it now, weeks after Christmas.

You don't seem at all concerned by the timing of this, just smiling at his confusion and raising the mistletoe up a bit as you speak, "This is the part where you kiss me, y'know,"

And while he might have some questions, he's never been one to deny you what you want.

A small huff of amusement, and then he's leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You eagerly kissed back, barely able to contain the giddy smile on your face when the kiss breaks.

The smile on your face, coupled with the look of satisfaction in your gaze has him pulling you onto his lap, pressing a few more quick kisses to your lips before he's burying his face in your shoulder and letting out a small sigh.

His heart felt so warm, and even though he just woke up from a nap, he wouldn't mind falling back asleep like this. Which is exactly what he plans on doing, by the way, so any plans you had after your silly little idea are immediately canceled.

ZAYNE — would pretend not to notice it at first. He's not being mean, he just thinks the little frustrated pout you get when he acts like the mistletoe has always been there is cute, so he can't help himself. He's also curious to see just how far you'd go to get a kiss from him without having to ask.

It even becomes a game, of sorts, with Zayne sometimes acting as though he'd finally kiss you when standing under the mistletoe only to instead pat your head or press a kiss to your cheek.

You took his teasing as a challenge, and soon enough you somehow hung up mistletoe in all of the doorways in both your home and his. You even went as far as to hang one in the doorway of his office at the hospital.

A few of his coworkers had questioned him about it, and he couldn't stop the look of fondness that bleeds through his usual calm and collected demeanor, simply telling them that it wasn't any of their concern.

It all coalesces one night, maybe two or three weeks into trying to get a kiss under the mistletoe with him. He showed up at your apartment with dinner only to find you sitting at the kitchen counter, all the mistletoe you had put up set in a pile. Your arms were crossed, and you were glaring down at the plants as if they'd insulted you in some way.

"I give up," You say, a bit dejected. And Zayne feels a bit bad, admittedly, as he sets your dinner on the counter next to all the mistletoe. He doesn't really understand why you're trying to get an excuse to kiss him when you can just do it, but he'll humor you.

With a small sigh, he grabs one of the mistletoes and dangles it above your head. It's enough to get you to perk up, and you brighten immediately when he presses a kiss to your lips. It was quick, and when he pulled away, he mutters a soft, "Satisfied?"

"Hardly," You exhaled, but he covered your mouth with his hand before you could kiss him again, his lips quirking up in a slight smile at the frustrated sound that comes from you. You weren't getting anymore kisses until you ate dinner, no matter how pretty you looked with your puppy-dog eyes.

RAFAYEL — probably wouldn't even realize you had put mistletoe in the entryway of his home. At the very least, when he does notice it, he'll be far more interested in figuring out what shades of pant he could make with the plant rather than anything else.

You can't say you're shocked when you hurry back to his place after running a quick errand to find him crushing the mistletoe. You curse yourself for not buying a backup in case this scenario happened, but there wasn't much you could do.

That doesn't mean you were any less determined, however. The mistletoe may not longer be a plant, but it was in the paint he was making, and therefore the rules still applied, so.

Deciding to be patient, you would wait until Rafayel actually used the paint to make your move. The painting hung on his wall proudly when it was finished, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched you admire it for a few moments, "So? Would you say this is my new masterpiece, cutie?"

And you feign deep thought for a moment before you pull him down into a kiss. It wasn't heated, but it did last for a good second before you pulled away. Bewilderment in his eyes and a pretty blush dusting his ears and cheeks, you smile and simply nod to the painting on the wall, "Mistletoe."

It takes him a few moments to process your word, and his brows furrow slightly, "It's not even December," He says, though he certainly wasn't complaining when you pull him in for another kiss.

You kiss him until his face is covered in lipstick stains, and your lipstick was smeared. His breaths came out in small pants, a dazed look in his eyes when you finally pull away.

"...You're trying to kill me," He quietly accuses after catching his breath, and you can only laugh.

SYLUS — is rather amused when he steps into your apartment to see a thing of mistletoe dangling in the entranceway. He knew you were planning something from the moment you told him to stop by your place.

His amusement only grows when he sees you standing under the mistletoe, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible as he takes his jacket and shoes off. He doesn't need to ask questions, he's not a fool.

The mistletoe was there for a reason, one so glaringly obvious he couldn't help but feel a bit smug knowing that you were trying to find sneaky ways to kiss him. He was flattered, truly, but you didn't need to go to such lengths.

His hands were on your waist in an instant, and you don't miss the gleam in his eyes as he looks at you. Oh, he was never going to let you forget about this moment, and you were half tempted to pull away before he could get the chance to actually kiss you.

His lips capture yours before you can actually distance yourself from him, and it was much more gentle than you were probably expecting it to be. He kissed you like a man dying of thirst, and yet he controlled himself enough to not make you uncomfortable.

"You don't need to use a plant to kiss me, sweetie," He murmurs against your skin after breaking the kiss, instead taking to pressing light kisses against your jaw and neck.

The attention had your mind faltering for just a moment, and you grumble out a quiet 'whatever' before lightly pushing him away from you. You had to cover his mouth with your hand just to get him to stop kissing you. Not that it worked, because he just presses one against your palm, his gaze never leaving yours.

You're the one who wanted a kiss, even going as far as to bringing out mistletoe in the middle of January to achieve your goal. He's just simply giving you what you were asking for.

[xoxoxkisses]

Golden Leaves

Warnings: None

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You and Muichiro were walking through the forest after a long training session. You both decided it was a nice enough fall day to rest outside the estate. It wasn’t too hot or too cold, and the breeze outside felt nice.

The two of you found a field surrounded by trees. You decided to sit under a ginkgo tree. The leaves were turning a beautiful yellow color and were falling slowly around you. Muichiro came and sat down beside you and closed his eyes. You were cloud watching while he took a short nap.

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a weight on your legs. You looked down and saw that Muichiro had fallen onto your lap. You were taken slightly aback, Muichiro never slept this hard. Too scared to wake him, you remained still and slowly drifted into your own nap. Once you woke up the sun was slowly setting and Muichiro was no longer on your lap, you were on his. You shot up and looked at him. The face he made had shown he was a little surprised by your reaction.

You scooted back to your own area and tried to take your mind off of it. He was just being nice you thought. You reached up to fix your hair when you felt something in your hair, a yellow ginkgo leaf. You thought one fell in your hair, but you kept picking more out. “Oh, you noticed the leaves.”

You turned towards Muichiro confused. “What do you mean?” You asked tilting your head. He just stared at you with his normal black stare.

“I thought you looked really peaceful, so I wanted to see how many leaves I could put in your hair before you woke up.”

You felt a blush immediately come over your face. That surely wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. You stared at him for what felt like forever, but just then a small squirrel jumped on the branch right over Muichiro and a bunch of leaves fell on him. You broke out into a huge laughter while Muichiro mumbled something.

You laughed for what felt like forever. Once you stopped you noticed Muichiro wasn’t there anymore, looking everywhere you all a sudden felt the weight of the leaves crash onto you. That’s when you looked up and saw Muichiro hanging from the tree, with the same laughter you had when the same thing happened to him. You couldn’t even be mad, you laughed along with him. After a while the two of you headed back to his estate, each with a small golden leaf in your hair.

[justyechan]

Sanji x Male Reader

Warnings: Au!, fluff

You were resting in the blonde's room. After a long date the last thing you wanted was to spend another two extra hours getting home, so you asked your boyfriend if you could stay at his apartment, an offer he obviously wouldn't refuse.

You were taking a nap. Snuggled into a spoon shape, you being the smaller spoon, your head on Sanji's right arm and his left arm hugging your waist, clinging you to his body.

You never thought to see you that way, knowing Sanji and his flirtatious personality especially when it comes to women, anyone would think that he would end up with a slender and beautiful woman, full of charm and talent, just like he used to like. However, the day he saw you enter his cafeteria he was immediately confused, he had never been attracted to a boy, and he refused to do so, because he went through situations that, although he did not recognize it at the time, left a certain homophobia internalized.

But he couldn't help it, he drooled and hindered his movements every time you crossed that door. Even if he is the owner of the place, he would take the notebook and pen from the first waiter he meets and go take your order just to hear your voice.

After hard work and a lot of advice, little by little he was accepting himself, accepting his feelings and working on them to, perhaps in the not too distant future, ask you out.

Two years have passed since that day and you couldn't forget Sanji's red face with shame, hiding a delicate bouquet of flowers because he didn't know if it was the correct way to woo another man.

You smiled at the memory and carefully took the blonde's right hand, analyzing and touching every part of it. You loved his hands, so manly but at the same time so full of art, specially when cooking.

You turned to see his face, trying not to wake him. As handsome as ever, even asleep, his golden hair rested on the pillow and his serene countenance conveyed calm. You didn't understand how a person like him was with someone like you, probably the universe has the answer.

"I think I like you."

You whispered with a smile. You soon heard a small giggle from him still with his eyes closed, he slowly opened them and smiled.

"Really? 'Cause I like you too."

He approached your lips and kissed them. Another thing that drove you crazy were his kisses, always so gentlemanly and considerate, with only sincere intentions. You felt so lucky to have him with you and you hoped it would be like this for a long time to come.

You ran your hand through his hair and reached his cheek, deepening the kiss. The hand that was on your waist began to caress your back, giving you shivers. You separated panting, both with blushing cheeks, as in love as the first time.

"God, I want to have your kids."

Sanji ily

[koji-haru]

Time Travel AU Part: 27

“Aaand there she goes again,” said Gabriel as he watched Amora run off into the forest as soon as he flew down into the garden. Folding his copper and teal wings neatly behind his back, he made his way over to the human lying underneath the cooling shade of a tree. As he neared Adam, he noticed the small stretches, the leaves sticking out of his hair, the confused look in his eyes as he felt around his abdomen before turning his attention to the angel casually approaching him. “A bit late to only be waking up now, no?”

“Good morning to you too, Gabriel,” Adam yawned loudly while he rubbed the sleep off his eyes. Ignoring the confused and slightly concerned looks the angel beside him was directing at him, Adam twisted and stretched his limbs one by one, aching to hear and feel that gratifying crack in between his joints. The action itself helped recede the fog of sleep off of his mind, leaving him feeling well-rested and refreshed. 

“Um… You didn’t break anything in there, did you?” asked Gabriel, wincing a little bit as he heard each pop and crack that came from the humans long limbs. It wasn’t as if angels never stretched at all, but from the little he did know about humans, he knew for a fact that they were much more fragile and weak than any angel in Heaven. In fact, plenty of animals were made more sturdy than humans, and then some were far too fragile to have been accepted in Gabriel’s opinion such as hamsters. Surely, Adam was more sturdy than a hamster, right? 

“You drove Amora away…” Adam noted with a disappointed frown once he realised that that was what he was missing – the heavy comfortable presence of his feline friend resting on top of him. “And disrupted my nap.”

Having received such a response from the first man, Gabriel assumed that he could safely guess that Adam was, in fact, more sturdy than a hamster and that nothing was broken during his bone cracking and joint popping session. Which also meant that he could hold back with his considerations for the human. Having arrived at that conclusion, Gabriel decided to plop down beside Adam, letting his long wings fall on top of the human with a ‘poof’. 

“I can’t help that she doesn’t seem to be fond of me, and like I said, it’s a little late to still be sleeping anyway,” waved Gabriel off with easy nonchalance as he flapped his wings a little up and down against Adam, who was making inaudible noises underneath his wings. 

Soon enough, however, one of Gabriel’s wings were pushed roughly aside as Adam gasped angrily from underneath all those feathers. Deeply furrowed brows, downturned lips and fiery golden eyes promising pay back; perhaps for anyone else it might look somewhat threatening or at the very least, cause them to consider their next actions. Not Gabriel though. If anything, all the angel saw was an adorable little creature who was trying to put on a scary face but was anything but that. Bright green eyes directly faced golden ones, cool nonchalance against petty aggravation. Then, in a single moment, those green eyes shone with a mischievous glint and before Adam even knew it, he was once more buried under heavy layers of feathers. 

“Wha–” Adam managed to let out before being cut off and proceeding to slither and slip his way out of the angel’s wings, where fresh air welcomed him once more. In front of him, just a short distance from where he was lounging and enjoying Eden’s serenity, his spot was now completely occupied with three long copper and teal wings belonging to a smug looking angel leaning against a tree. Meanwhile, Adam himself was pushed out to the edges of the shade, on his hands and knees after having to crawl away from a possible suffocation. “Really?”

“Yup,” Gabriel answered, popping the ‘p’ at the end. 

Grumbling, Adam grudgingly accepted the new spot he now had under the tree, unable to do much to claim his original from the angel. Sitting cross legged from across Gabriel, Adam noticed the eager shine in the angel’s green eyes. Having spent quite a bit of time with the talkative angel, he had learned to read some of the angel’s mannerism. In this case, such a shimmery, keen look meant that Gabriel was bursting to either share something, as he usually did, or ask a particularly odd question, which he also usually did. Like an exhausted parent, tired from their child’s incessant wondering and question, Adam let out a loud sigh, “So? Just spill it, I can tell you want to say something.”

Gabriel clapped his hands, his face beaming with a happy enthusiasm, “Alright! Perfect! So, do you remember your promise?”

“Promise?”

“About our trade before,” Gabriel reminded him. “You said you’d answer some of my questions. And, well, I’ve finally come up with some!”

Right. A few days ago, Adam did promise to answer some of the angel’s questions in exchange for him explaining what he meant when he questioned Amora’s supposed lack of communication. While Gabriel’s clarification did provide Adam some sort of new perspective towards his feline friend, he soon realised that, overall, the trade felt more like a trick. No matter how he looked at it, it was just unfair. Gabriel explained one thing to him, which wasn’t particularly useful since he could’ve actually just asked Michael about it, and in return,  the crafty angel would get Adam to answer his questions. Yes, questions. Multiple questions. Then, there was also the added unfairness of Gabriel having been given time to consider what he wanted to ask. 

Just the mere thought of having been tricked into answering possibly prying questions had caused the energy to drain from Adam’s systems, his little nap suddenly not enough. “Okay, but I said I’ll answer some, not all of them.”

“Alright, that seems fair enough,” Gabriel easily agreed as he shuffled into a more comfortable position, with knees pulled a little closer to his chest. “So, first question: What do you like best about the garden?”

Taken aback by the simplicity of the question, Adam took a brief moment to pause and replay the question that had just been asked of him. Had he heard the question correctly? Was it really that simple? He had honestly expected something a little more awkward or galling, something a little personal, something a gossip like Gabriel would like to know. At the same time, however, he was very much relieved at this sudden turn of events. Perhaps the chatty angel wasn’t in a particularly gossipy mood today. 

After letting the happy disbelief travel through his system for a moment, Adam cleared his throat and finally replied, “Oh, um, well I like everything about it, but if I have to choose a favourite…Hmm, I guess just the fact that it was made for me.”

“As in?”

“As in the garden was made for me to live in. It has everything I could ever need, it’s my home.” A certain kind of fondness shone in the golds of his eyes as he further explained his answer, like fondness one would have for a precious present given to them from a distant happy memory. Something akin to nostalgia, soft joy mixed with a hint piercing pain. 

“Then, what’s your favourite animal in the garden? And no, Amora isn’t included,” Gabriel continued to ask. 

The simple question was surprisingly a little difficult for Adam. All of the animals in the garden were his friends, providing him companionship everyday without asking for anything in return. They could never harm him, betray him or leave him. All were fixed in their undying friendship to him. While others might call that boring, for Adam, it was peace and security – something far more important than temporary entertainment. Besides, the animals were all fun in their own right, especially when they weren’t out to get him. But if he had to choose a single animal as his favourite, excluding his best friend Amora, then he would have to choose…

“The horse,” Adam finally answered after a moment of thinking. 

“Really? Not something a little more impressive like the elephant? Or lions?”

Adam shook his head, “No, I like horses the best, after Amora of course. I think they’re pretty.” 

If time were to go back to some months ago, Adam might’ve chosen a different animal, something a little more impressive just like Gabriel had suggested. Perhaps the lion for their majestic ferocity, or maybe wolves for their unyielding loyalty, just any animal that had a fire in their heart. His prolonged stay in the garden, however, seemed to have shifted his perspective a little bit. Before, he wouldn’t have even considered horses to be particularly notable, much less a favourite. But now… He wasn’t sure when he began to think differently of the animal, but lately he has seen its beauty. When horses ran across fields in herds, their manes and tails flowing in waves through the air, a certain majestic air around them as they sped through the meadows without a care. Adam saw paradise in them. Then, there was also their initial awkwardness, their seemingly reserved attitude at the start only for them to come out as steadily loyal and loving once he got to know them better. It reminded him of a certain someone, though he would never admit that, especially not aloud.

“Pretty? That’s your reason?” Gabriel gave Adam an unconvinced look before a teasing smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he leaned slightly forward towards Adam, one hand half covering his mouth as he whispered, “You know, they’re Michael’s favourite too, isn’t that interesting?”

“R-really?” This time it was Adam who unconsciously leaned forward, a curious interest shining in his eyes, though he swiftly reeled it in once he noticed the smug look painted over Gabriel’s face. He coughed into his hand, his eyes unwilling to meet the angel’s proud green ones, “Uh, I mean, I guess it’s pretty interesting we share the same favourite… A-anyway! If that’s all you want to ask then–!”

“Nono, I have a few more,” Gabriel said, the smugness on his face fading into a more controlled expression – soft smiles and unreadable eyes – as he settled into a comfortable cross legged sitting position, chin leaning onto a hand. “Here’s another one: What do you think of Heaven?”

“Huh?”

Gabriel’s smile softened even more, eyes curving like a crescent as specks of golden light peppered his pale face. “Do you think it’s a nice place? What about its residents? Stuff like that.”

Heaven was many things for Adam. For one, it was his third home, the longest one he ever had. It was the place where he met one of his closest friends, Lute, and where his army was both formed and trained by him. It was where he earned his wings, and spent his time freely flying through its pink and gold clouds. Its skies always remained beautiful, whether they were soft pinks, golds and blues with cotton candy clouds, or vibrant purples, indigos and dark blues sprinkled with bright stars. Every place and every spot in Heaven was beautiful in its own way. It was a suitable reward for those who lived a good life on Earth. Did Adam enjoy Heaven? He wouldn’t say he hated the place. The needless bureaucracy, the amount of secrecy hidden in the background by higher ups in the name of their own understanding of righteousness, the heaven borns’ unconscious bigotry towards others; those things he absolutely loathed, but Heaven as a place? No, he couldn’t say he hated it. Still, Heaven wasn’t truly his home. As great as it was, it wasn’t a place he would like to return to. 

Adam had a lot to say about Heaven, his opinion of the place mixed with both positives and negatives earned through many millennia of living there. However, that was an Adam from a different life; this Adam, in this fresh new start, should know nothing of Heaven. This Adam had only ever been in Eden and nothing more, he reminded himself. Which was exactly why he found the angel’s question a little odd. Still, he decided to answer Gabriel anyway, his words and tone carefully crafted before being released.

“Um, well, I’m not sure?” Adam leaned back, his mouth the corners of his mouth downturned into a pensive frown. “But that’s where angels live, right? So, I’m sure it's a great place! Although, from the stories Michael told me, it seems like a busy place.”

“It’s only a busy place for angels with special roles like him, otherwise, it’s a pretty fun place. Flying through the skies is one of the best things ever. Just the feel of the wind along your wings,” added Gabriel, looking up at the skies, a dreamy look on his face. 

“That does sound fun,” agreed Adam.

“You know, you can experience flying too.” 

The angel looked Adam in the eyes; his face remained friendly looking with the same softness he had on earlier, and yet somehow, Adam couldn’t read him at all. It was like, every time he attempted to look inside his mind, the shine of his angelic face, gentle and unassuming, reflected those attempts back at him. And then Adam would be left with a kind face smiling back at him that sent odd tingles down his spine. 

“I don’t have wings,” Adam bluntly stated, the odd feeling in his gut both frustrating and worrying him. 

“You can gain wings,” Gabriel contended. “If you ascend to Heaven anyway.”

The frustration that had been gently simmering within him suddenly bubbled up into obvious irritation, his anxiety from earlier fading into nothing at Gabriel’s insinuation. A deep frown formed on Adam’s lips as he sent a heated glare towards the still smiling angel before him. The easy mood from earlier now completely erased from their shared atmosphere. 

“Really?” he hissed at Gabriel. “I’ve been asked so many times and my answer remains the same: I don’t want to leave for Heaven,” he said, ensuring to enunciate the last few words with a sternness in his tone. 

“But why not?” Gabriel tilted his head slightly to the side, expression remaining mostly the same. “Heaven has everything the garden has and more.”

“I don’t want to leave my home. I didn’t leave it for Eve, and I wouldn’t leave it for Heaven either,” argued Adam back, irritation steadily building up inside. This conversation had been brought up to him a few times already, and everytime he showed no hesitation in rejecting their offer. At this point, he felt like they were simply trying to wear him down. Unfortunately for them, however, Adam was more than stubborn, he was unrelenting. Having lived for so long, he had learned to have some patience, especially when it was needed despite what others might’ve thought of him.

“Then we’ll recreate the garden in Heaven.”

“Well, it’s clearly not the same place then, is it?”

“Heaven created the garden in the first place, what’s the difference?” Gabriel retorted. 

“Well–”

“Why are you so adamant on staying isolated in the garden?” the angel continued, his previous smile now turned into a flat line, the carefree look in his eyes now a sharp piercing green that kept trying to burrow through the human’s skin, chipping away at the layers one by one. “I just think it’s odd for a social creature to crave isolation.”

“What would you know? You’ve only recently become interested in the garden,” Adam tried to argue, trying to control the trembling worry beating in his chest that might’ve leaked into his voice. The longer their argument continued, the more he was starting to feel like he was being led to an inescapable corner. “Maybe I just like my peace and quiet.”

“That can be true,” Gabriel agreed. “But let’s be honest here, yours isn’t just mere preference. It’s like, hmm…somewhat defensive?”

Adam scoffed at the angel’s implications, finding these sudden prying and claims about him rather ridiculous. Was it accurate? A little. There was some truth in the angel’s words, but he wasn’t stupid enough to incriminate himself so easily. “Now you’re just talking nonsense.”

“Hmm, kind of like Lucifer?” Gabriel leaned his cheek on his palm, expression impassive, almost bored. 

The random mention of Lucifer gave Adam pause as thoughts suddenly surged through his mind. Was this going to be another situation like before? Was Gabriel another angel Adam needed out of his way? How long had Gabriel been suspicious of him? Adam was sure he was still in the clear. No matter what, Gabriel had no evidence against him, just like Lucifer. 

Suddenly, Adam felt a light poke at his cheek, and he felt his heart almost drop when he turned to see Gabriel so close to his face, sharp green eyes focused on him. 

“Wha–!” Adam shoved the angel away from him, though he ended up pushing himself away instead. 

“I think I can kind of understand what Lucifer meant now.” Leaning back and away from Adam, Gabriel pointed a finger to his head, “So many thoughts in that head of yours. Care to share?”

“No.”

An amused laugh left Gabriel as he eyed the human in front of him curious interest, “That’s fine I guess. We all have secrets to keep.” 

Then he stood up, brushing the dirt and grass off of his robes, stretching his wings wide behind him, the joints popping in the process. The air around them resumed their flow, washing away the choking staleness from earlier. The birds around them could be heard singing once more, and the grasses and trees regained their vibrant green. The tense bubble that enveloped the two had popped when Gabriel decided to retrieve his cheery demeanour. 

Looking down at the rightfully cautious human still seated on the ground before him, Gabriel leaned down slightly to pat Adam on the head. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, let’s hope you keep it.”

“Is that a threat?” asked Adam in a low voice as he pushed the angel’s hand away from him.

“No, it’s a compliment!” Gabriel smiled brightly, amusement shining in his eyes. “I came here searching for something and instead found something even better! Oh! And I still think you should move to Heaven!” 

Without waiting for Adam’s response, Gabriel unfurled all of his wings and took off to the skies, waving a friendly goodbye as he swiftly flew further away. Left with such a strangely affable farewell considering the conversation they were having, Adam remained seated on the ground, completely bewildered by what had just transpired. He suddenly had something to worry about, and yet his mind came up blank, unsure of what he was supposed to take from the day’s events. 

“What the fuck??”

Part 26

Part 28

[etherealyoungk]

please talk to me about sleepy tired hosh being all pouty and confused and cute

hii, omg this is so cute!

hoshi coming back from the studio just after lunch, tired from long hours of practice and running on low sleep so when he comes to your apartment, heads straight to the shower and crashes into bed for a nap. you let him be because you know how hard he's been working lately and you are busy yourself making dinner for the both of you. when it's dinner time, you go to wake up hoshi, who's sleeping soundly, soft snores leaving his lips, his hair messily and cutely falling over his eyes. you smile as you gently hold his hand, and he instantly holds onto it. you decide to let him sleep, not having to heart to wake him up when he was sleeping so soundly. you go back to the kitchen and start to serve a plate of food for yourself when you hear soft footsteps and an hoshi's arms wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"good morning love", he says, his voice still laced with sleepiness. you chuckle.

"you mean good evening", you say as you turn around to look at him, the look of confusion on his face.

"huh no it's morning baby", he says, pouting ever so slightly.

"hoshi, it's evening, it's dinnertime", you add and he just looks even more confused.

"but it's 8 am", he says throught a frown, his voice soft and he tried to figure out what was going on.

"it's 8 pm", you say.

"no i slept through the whole day right, it felt like that", he adds, caging you between the counter and him as he hugs you again, tighter.

"someone must have had a really really good nap", you say as you hug him back and he sighs, only hugging you tighter.

"but i swear when i saw the time it said 8 am", he adds, not convinced, the pout and confusion even more evident on his face.

you only chuckle in response earning a confused 'what?' from him.

"you're just sleepy and confused and you're so cute right now", you tell, cupping his cheeks and giving them a small squeeze before pecking his lips.

"i swear it was 8 am", he mumbles to you, still not convinced. he's finally convinced when you show up him night sky and the time on his phone again and he just tells you again how it said 8 am and his phone was tricking him or something.

[rainroses45]

Yes or No?

જ⁀➴ description: Sam has a vision of you…maybe this was a sign of your divination Winchesters x Witch sister

જ⁀➴a/n: this is heavily inspired from Agatha all along because IM OBSESSED also the fact that one of my divination gifts is the pendulum and my besties is tarots (Not edited)

જ⁀➴song inspo: Sea, swallow me

જ⁀➴warnings: Mentions of bad mental health, death, and witch craft (does that count?)

“Hey Dean do you know where I Ieft my aspirin?” A voiced called out from the next room.

Quietness - and soon a sound of rumbling echoed through the crack of the door.

“Do I have Sam’s aspirin?” You asked quietly to the crystal swaying before you.

Yes.

“It’s fine Sammy I’ll buy you some more on the way,” Dean said before the turning of a nob was heard. “Sweetheart do you need anything from the - hey why do you have your witch chain thing out?”

“Trying to see lottery numbers” “Really?!” “No.”

Dean let out a low chuckle. “Well you’re in a good mood.” He sits next to you on the bed. His legs off to the side. You wrapped your arms around your legs pulling them closer to your chest.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. Even with his tough demeanor and disgust for emotions, he could never let you just bottle up everything. He was your older brother after all.

“Nothing,” you sighed placing your chin to rest on your knee. “I’m just really sleepy.”

Dean saw the bags under your eyes and lazy focus of your mind, he knew something much more than just insomnia was wrong, but he decided not to push it - at least not right now.

“Okay well why don’t you take a nap while Sam and I go investigate the place,” Dean tapped on crystal hanging from the chain. “And when you wake up find me those lottery numbers.”

You laughed a little. “You know damn well that’s not how it works.”

“I know,” he said before closing the front door and whispering under his breath, “I just wanted to make you laugh.”

“No, no, no!” You threw the deck of cards off the bed.

“Why is it not working?” You looked down at the spread confused. “I must be missing something.”

Looking through each and every spread spread and it seemed like nothing changed. You were going to try another method when the phone rang.

The number behind the caller was practically tattooed in your mind. “Yes, Dean.”

“Are you okay?” He sounded scared, almost afraid, you were so confused by his tone so when you didn’t respond as fast as he liked, he asked louder, “Are you okay Y/n!”

“Yes, yes I am okay why are you asking me this, I thought we already established I needed a nap.” You tried to cover the rustling noise from picking up the cards. “Why are you calling me during my nap time?”

Dean sighed loudly.

“Forgot you need more beauty sleep than the rest of us.” You snorted. “Speak for yourself mr. i need more melatonin.”

“I’ll have you know- OW STOP HITTING ME SAM!” You giggled as your heard the car swerve a bit from sam’s blows to Deans arm. “…okay jokes aside, did you put the charm bags in the corners and cast runes around the bedroom?”

“Yes, why?” You held the phone close to your ear with your shoulder shuffling the now picked up deck.

“Are all the doors locked and windows closed and covered?” He asked - no he demanded to know.

“Yea Dean, why?” You turned to make sure the windows were covered and the door was triple locked. “You are scaring me.”

“Sam had one of his weird vision things.”

“About?”

Silence.

“It was about you,”

Silence.

“ And…”

“And what Dean?”

“And you were falling.”

The phone dropped from your shoulder on to the floor. The faint panicky hellos echoed through the speaker but were met with no answer. Suddenly everything made sense.

Quickly you grabbed the candles from the night stand and placed them on the floor. You moved away the previous spread and quickly began to shuffle the cards.

Everything you ever learned. Everything you were ever taught led you down to this road. You were reading for the wrong person and it took you this long to figure it out. “Okay, okay” you shuffled the deck, “pull yourself together y/n, it’s just a stupid prophecy, Sam is not always right.” Quickly but carefully you began to pick the cards from the deck.

“Ten of Pentacles,” you placed the first card next to the red candle. “My family brings me abundance.”

“Three of swords,” you placed the second one next to the white candle. “I have survived the pain.”

“The tower, I needed to change to be free.” Suddenly the sound of banging on the door interrupted you.

“Y/n! Open the door!” Your eldest brother yelled. He knew something was wrong. He knew he should have stayed with you, pushed you further into telling him what’s wrong - but it was too late.

“I must continue.” You whispered focusing on the energy around you. Wisps of gold appeared from the lines of the pentagram drawn on the floor. Cracks in the floor began to shift like tectonic plates but the cards stood still under the movement.

The Moon card followed up and soon the world with it. The walls began to rumble after each card was placed. There was only one card missing. A single card to link the thread of life back on track.

“To save you from this future I must place mine in the past.” Your fingers shook reaching for the last one.

“OPEN THE DOOR!” Sam yelled out, you could hear them trying to pick the lock but they knew they couldn’t reach you in time.

With that in mind, you had nothing to hold you back from picking the last card.

Shadowy figures rose from the floor, growing out their hands and slandering the floor with blood of convicted felons. They could not cross the barrier without the last piece. You were in control. You were the power.

“I am know who I am,” you yelled out to the monsters. The light of the candles began to grow towards the ceilings. “I know my place in this world!”

“Do you?” The dreadful voice called out. Its claws twisted onto the walls lifting them up as their elbows dislocated from their arms.

With the finale card in hand, you placed it down causing a bright white light began to illuminate the room blinding the brothers as they finally broke the door open.

The two older bothers quickly barged in, but were pulled back outside by an invisible force. The room had gone upside down like an hourglass, slowly tipping all the figures towards the high spikes of the ceiling, penetrating their chest with spikes.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed out as he watched his sister grip on to the nightstand. You were dressed in all white and were tangling above the now floor as the room flipped over. The shadowy figures felled to the bottom and let the grasp of death take them. Their screams filled the rooms as they shunned their spiked teeth at you.

“Hold on sweetheart, we will figure out how to get you out!” Sam yelled. You only nodded back, loosing the feeling of your voice.

Both Sam and Dean watched from outside the door trying to find some thing, anything to get you across the room safely.

“Sam when you said you saw her falling, you failed to mention the whole room turning into wonderland!” Dean grunted. He looked around him, praying for some rustic pipe to fall from the sky or something. Thankfully his eyes caught the sight of a rain guter pipe, and he pulled it down using it to smash the window into pieces. “I mean come on man! You couldn’t have at least told me to come prepared!”

“My bad next time I‘ll make sure to tell you even the carpet color-“

“Ummm guys..” you called out seeing the floor sink deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit, the spikes no longer so near. “I don’t think i’m going to make it.”

“Don’t be crazy of course you are,” Dean said climbing up to the window sealing. Sam stood by the open door watching as his brother tried balancing on the thin seal.

“Be careful.” He said stretching out his hand while holding on to the door hinges. “I can’t catch you and y/n at the same time.”

“I can’t keep my grip,” you grunted as you tried to hold on tighter. Your knuckles were turning white and your palms were sweaty.

“You better dig your nails into the wood before falling,” Dean pulled himself up. “Okay do you think you could jump into my arms without falling?” He asked.

“I don’t know Dean I’ve never done this before.” You sassed back, terrified of falling and never reaching an end.

“Okay wrong choice of words,” Dean rolled his eyes, really not in the mood for your comebacks, “but unfortunately I’m not shakespeare so can you do it or not?”

“No!” You yelled before slipping down a bit from the wooden leg of the table.

“SHIT!” Sam yelled trying to reach out to grab you.

“Okay new plan,” Dean pulled himself up on the ledge of the interior seal. “I’ll reach over and pull you in.”

“Are you crazy?!” You screamed. “Do you have a death wish?!”

“I could say the same thing too you missy.”

“Dean you aren’t thinking straight.” Sam argued back. He was on the verge of loosing his sister but he couldn’t loose his brother as well. “Maybe we just-“

“Don’t you finish that sentence Sam.” Dean cut him off. “I’m not just going to let our baby sister die.”

Sam was going to defend his stance when you cut him off. “You have too.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/n.”

“Dean it was written in the prophet, I- we have no choice.” Tears ran down your eyes as you realized that there was nothing left, there was no other option then the kiss of death.

“What prophet are you talking about?” Sam asked.

“It was in my readings, it was in my dreams, it was in my every future.”

“And you didn’t think to share this till now?!” Dean angrily screamed, still trying to swing towards you but failing every time to reach.

“I was afraid you would think i’m a freak,” you confessed as a sob caught in your throat.

“Sam is having fucken hallucinations and turning into a long island medium and you think you’re the freak!”

“Offended!” “NOT KNOW SAMUEL!”

“Sam has an escape! Sam can kill the monster who tainted him! I can’t! I am the monster!” You exclaimed. “I am the creator of the unknown balance!”

“What the hell are you talking about-“ Before your oldest brother could finish his question, your grip on the table weakened and you began to fall.

“NOOO!” Sam dove down to reach you, Dean followed diving down from the window to grab you, but like magic you fell into the shadowy pit and disappeared.

The boys assumed they would meet the same fate but were hit with the cold hard floor.

“What the fuck happened?!” Dean yelled as he got up from the floor.

The room was back to normal. The floor was on the ground and intact. There were no spikes and shadowy figures in sight. The furniture was all neatly in place and the floor next to the bed laid the reading you had place. The only differences was that the candles were put out, but besides that all cards laid neatly place face up except one.

Sam knew a bit about your craft, you tried to teach him a bit, but he never could do a correct reading. One thing he did know for sure was that the one in the middle was a representation of the truth, of who you are within.

Slowly, he walked towards the one card that was faced down.

“Sam what are you doing?” Dean curiously watched as his younger brother kneeled down and reached towards the card.

Flipping it over, the brothers saw a beautiful lady dressed in white. Her golden aura blazed against the shadowy figures around her. And as both their eyes reached the bottom of the card, there in gold calligraphy it stated -

the high priestess.

[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 20

Summary: The boys take Jordan to properly meet their sire, however one thing leads to another and an old face rears their ugly head once again.

It's been a while, but I'm just in time for my oc x canon's anniversary! Things are picking up finally, so the end is near.

Chapter 19 <<< >>> Chapter 21

TW// Stalking, Sexual Themes, Implied Smut

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Jordan had been sleeping peacefully with Marko that night, that is until she found herself in a dark room only lit by the moonlight casted through the windows. Marko was nowhere to be found, and she heard nothing but the deafening silence accompanying her. She scanned the darkness around her and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her, she started recognizing where she was. The Looff Carousel on the boardwalk, she’d visited this ride plenty of times while living in Santa Carla. She walked along the platform and grazed her hands along each horse that sat along the ride.

Without much of a warning, she heard the sound of mechanical whirring starting up and the whole attraction came to life, the tune “To the Shock of Miss Louise” started blaring on the speakers surrounding the ride. Jordan was perplexed and she grabbed a hold of the many poles circling the rotating platform. Said platform started to move and each horse moved up and down, Jordan carefully walked in between each horse trying to find any potential souls besides her own.

It didn’t take her long before she started feeling uncomfortable, she once again felt the sensation of being watched again. Her hair stood up on its ends and she grew anxious wondering who was with her. She thought back to the one person she saw who sported a clown mask similar to the clown face seen on the walls of the carousel. She jumped to the conclusion that it must’ve been the same person and immediately started scanning the room around her, she then only realized something.

Every single horse within her view had their eyes on her, and as she walked through the ride they only stared at her. The feeling of anxiety grew to an all time high, the ground beneath her started to disappear before her and she soon fell down with it. She only remembered one thing as she fell, the voice of someone saying,

“I’m still here…”

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With a nasty fright, Jordan woke up and found herself on the ceiling above her bed. She rolled over and saw Marko still lying peacefully on the bed with Bixby, not even realizing Jordan wasn’t with him. Mildly panicked as she struggled to get herself down, she called for Marko.

“Marko! Are you awake?”

No movement, she opted to get Bixby’s attention.

“Bixby! Wake him up!”

The little black feline lifted its head begrudgingly growling lightly until seeing the predicament his owner was in. The cat stalked over to Marko’s face and meowed and swiped at him, waking him up.

“Dammit cat, leave me alone! What?” Marko looked at Bixby angrily until realizing Jordan was gone and upon looking up he saw her still trying to free herself from the ceiling.

“What the hell happened?”

“Like hell I know, now help me down please!”

Marko grabbed Jordan’s leg pulling her down to the bed where she finished her little flying session. 

“Did you have a bad dream or something?” Marko rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.

“How did you know?”

“Vampires tend to fly in their sleep when in distress and not holding onto anything. Like one time, Paul took a nap and started to fly around the cave.” He recounted how confused Paul was after that experience.

“It was definitely a bad dream, but I’d rather not think about it too hard right now.” 

Jordan laid back onto the bed petting Bixby on his head as he sat in a loaf position on the bed. Marko did the same and nuzzled himself into her neck purring loudly. Taking a glance at her clock she saw it was 5pm, still another two hours before the sun properly sets.

“We should rest a bit more, it still isn’t sundown yet.” Marko suggested.

“I really don’t wanna go back to sleep after that.” Jordan responded exasperatedly.

Marko rolled onto his back and clicked his tongue thinking about what they could do to wait out the time. He reached a hand onto Jordan’s thigh and squeezed it, she only looked at him confused.

“The hell are you doing?” 

“I know what we could do to pass the time.” Marko winked at her and she tensed up and sat up.

“Are you out of your mind? Why now?”

“I know it’s a bit sudden but, hearing about your ex made me kinda mad. I wanna prove that I can treat you better than he did,I could rock your world babe.”

“And you’re gonna prove that by having the dirtiest sex imaginable?”

“Well…if that’s what you want then-”

“No. Don’t even, you have to earn that from me.” She stood up and turned her TV on to see what shows were on, Marko stayed in the bed watching her. His face was thoughtful.

“Earn it…what do I gotta do?” 

“You sure are desperate aren’t you?” Jordan moved away from the TV to look at him after settling on a show.

“I’m just asking, can a guy not ask a question?” Marko grabbed her hands and pulled her into his lap, without contest from Jordan.

“Listen, it’s just been a while since I’ve done anything like this and to be honest, the night Viktor turned me was my first time being intimate with anyone. And I don’t really even remember it. I don't want to rush into this and end up regretting it.” 

Jordan thought back to that night and how after she drank the blood, everything afterwards became nothing but flashes of distant memories and singular moments in time.

“Well, I can say this much, you definitely won’t forget or regret any of the action I'd give. I’d make all your worries melt away, you deserve everything. I want you to forget all about that scumbag and pretend like I’m your first…only if you're okay with it.”

Marko shoved his face into Jordan’s neck and nipped at her skin relishing in her scent and taste. She ran her fingers through his golden locks as he did so, she pulled his chin up and looked him in the eyes. She gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead making him grumble happily.

“Can I trust you?”

“May god strike me down where I sit.”

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8:30pm

Marko and Jordan laid together watching the TV quietly play a random show they'd both never seen before. However, neither of them paid any attention to what was being said. Jordan traced shapes onto Marko's tummy while he played with Jordan's raven hair, they both purred happily as they enjoyed each other's company.

They were pulled out of their comfortable silence though when they heard a loud knocking sound on the basement doors outside. Jordan begrudgingly sat up.

“Who is it?”

“It’s the pizza man! Open up, Jordan!”

Marko sat up as well and wrapped his arms around Jordan, purring.

“Did you bring us a spicy sausage pizza?” Marko asked, making Jordan swipe at him in embarrassment.

“Hell yeah! How do we open the door though?”

“There should be a key to open the lock inside a potted plant next to the door.”

After that, she heard some footsteps and shuffling leave and come back she then heard a sudden bang come from someone busting the lock open. Paul sauntered in

and Dwayne followed through holding a busted lock in his hands. 

“Couldn’t find the key, so we took advice from what you did-” Paul’s words quieted after he noticed a rather jarring change with Jordan’s outfit…or rather lack thereof. “Looks like someone got lucky last night.”

It was only then that Jordan had noticed she was completely underdressed for the occasion and Paul had been staring at her bare chest. She quickly pulled her blanket up to cover her up.

“Maybe I did, but that doesn’t give you the right to stare at my chest you asshole. Dwayne, can you toss me my clothes?”

Dwayne wordlessly handed her something to wear and Marko simply got up to get his clothes while completely naked.

“And you don’t look half bad yourself.” Paul purred at Marko who in turn cuffed the side of his head.

After Jordan finally put something on and looked more presentable she turned the TV off. “Why are you guys even here?”

“David wanted us to come and get you guys.” Dwayne explained.

“Dad wants to talk to us over dinner about Marko’s new girlfriend.” Paul chucked one of Jordan’s stuffed animals at Marko as he put his pants on making him trip over himself.

“You guys have a dad?” Jordan asked, Paul pulled her out of bed and threw an arm over her shoulders.

“Don’t worry about that right now, you need a nice outfit for tonight.”

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Within the hour, the boys had taken Jordan to a pleasant looking house. They had given little to zero information about who they were visiting on the way over. And now they were standing on the porch awaiting an answer from the person inside and Jordan was beyond nervous. David stood at the front of the group obnoxiously ringing the doorbell while the others just snickered quietly. Marko stood in the back with Jordan and wordlessly grabbed her hand to help relieve her anxiety.

Eventually the door opened up, and much to Jordan’s dismay, it was the owner of the video store on the pier of the boardwalk. She never liked him before and now she realizes why. The man had a look of annoyance in his face as he stared down the platinum blonde.

“Feeling a bit daring, don’t we David?”

“Just playing around, we brought Jordan like you asked.” David moved aside to let Marko bring Jordan up to become acquainted with their sire.

Marko gently nudged Jordan forward while she just stared at the vampire warily.

“Glad we can finally be properly acquainted, I’m Max.”

“I know, you own the video store on the pier.”

Max chuckled at her somewhat snappy nature. “You have a fiery spirit, it doesn't surprise me that Marko pounced on you once he finally had the opportunity.”

The others snickered at Marko while he quietly growled back at them. “Lay off Max, can we just come inside now?”

Max moves aside leaving access for the group “You’re invited…”

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Everyone sat around a dining table eating a quaint little dinner together, having small conversations together to break the ice between them. Jordan took note of how the boys were acting somewhat well behaved, they still occasionally made jabs at Max or each other but they didn’t do anything all too out of line. Eventually, Max began to start talking with the newest member of the family trying to learn more.

“So Jordan, I hope Marko has been treating you well, same thing with all my boys.”

“Marko has definitely been behaving well, can’t say the same about the others though.” Jordan eyed the others as they quietly chuckled. “I don’t care too much though, I mean, I’m happy now so yeah.” She shrugged her shoulders unsure of what else to say.

“I noticed you seemed to deny Marko’s love before all…this. What made you come around?” He folded his hands ready to listen in.

“I don’t know, it happened the day they all found out I was a vampire. We talked for a bit and I guess I liked his style, we made plans to hang out and now we’re here.”

“That’s wonderful, but now I wanna know what kept you from saying yes from the very first encounter with him?”

Jordan hesitated, telling Max means she’s going to have to tell her story once again. Before she could answer, Paul answered for her.

“She played hard to get, all because she had a shitty ex.”

“Paul shut up!” Jordan snapped at him.

“It’s true, you told us all about it last night. Now you don’t wanna talk about it?”

Max tilted his head curiously “I’m assuming it’s a long story?”

“Yeah, but to give you the cliff notes, I moved here, met a guy who turned out to be a vampire. We dated for a while and he ended up turning me into a vampire without my permission, and I may or may not have killed my whole coven and now I live in my parents basement.”

Max leaned back in his chair, his face was thoughtful. “I see.”

“There was a lot more stuff in between, but the point is that I was left with horrible trust issues for the past year and that’s why I rejected Marko at first.”

Max still looked thoughtful as Jordan spoke and the boys took notice of it pretty quickly.

“Cat got your tongue?” David asked.

“No…Marko do you mind if we talk in private real quick. The rest of you I want in the living room.”

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The boys and Jordan minus Marko all waited in the living room while Max talked to Marko. It was a sudden change and everyone had been caught off guard about it. Jordan was especially anxious about it.

“Do you think it was something I said?” Jordan turned to the others looking for reassurance.

“Who knows, I wouldn’t worry too much. Probably just chewing out Marko to make sure he treats you like a queen.” Paul sprawled out on the couch with his head on Dwayne’s lap as he spoke to Jordan.

“But what if he comes out saying it’s something about me and I might be causing problems.”

The boys all groaned quietly, then Dwayne shoved Paul off of him and asked “If I eavesdrop will you stop worrying?”

Jordan thought for a moment “Sure, just make sure they don’t notice you.”

Dwayne stood up and quietly moved towards the kitchen to listen in, he caught on to the middle of their convo.

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“You know the rules Marko.”

“Bullshit, she said she killed him. How do you know for a fact he’s still alive, I’m sure I would’ve noticed.”

“She just has a presence on her, it’s unmistakable, I know the feeling of a sire when I feel it.”

Marko huffed in frustration, “The hell am I supposed to tell her? That her ex is still alive and is watching her? She’d probably drop dead.”

Max laid a heavy hand on his shoulder “Listen, I understand this is hard, but even if you wanted to be with her, her sire will try to fight you for her. I don’t want to have to come and save you.”

Marko shook his shoulder to remove his sire’s hand “I don’t need your help, I’ll find him myself and fuck him up.”

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Dwayne perked up at the convo and returned back to the living room, as soon as he’s back Jordan stood up and approached him.

“What did you hear?”

Dwayne reached a hand up to scratch the back of his neck not saying a word.

“Please don’t tell me it was bad…”

“Listen, I wanna ask you something first. When you killed your ex, are you absolutely sure he was dead?”

“Of course! A stake to the heart instantly kills a vampire right?”

No one says a word for a moment.

“Well not if he’s your sire, a fledgling can’t kill their own sire in the typical vampire slaying way.”

Jordan’s face pales “You’re kidding, right?”

Dwayne then speaks again “Shit, then it might be possible.”

Jordan doesn’t say another word, and makes a beeline for the door and runs out into the woods surrounding Max’s house. The others don’t even have the chance to stop her and just stand by the open door.

“You guys stay here, I’ll go get her.” David quickly follows after Jordan.

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She didn’t know how long she’d been running for, a part of her didn’t even know why she was running. She just knew she wanted to get away, she couldn’t even fathom the idea of her ex still being alive. It just couldn’t be, she found herself in the heart of the forest she ran into and stopped for a minute to ponder what was happening. 

Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts a second, she wasn’t sure who to believe. Was she right? Did she think too confidently about whether or not she finished the job?

Before she could come to a conclusion, she heard a voice from behind her.

“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

Swiftly turning around, Jordan felt her heart drop into her stomach upon seeing who it was.

“Viktor…”

“Jordan, you look just as beautiful as the day you left me. In fact, you may look even better.” He slowly approached her, he looked practically the same from when she originally saw him from the first time.

Jordan didn’t speak, at a loss for words. Viktor approached her until he was at least one foot in front of her.

“Too stunned to speak?”

“...How? I staked you.” She stared up at him, feeling all alarms going off in her head.

“Well, didn’t your friend already tell you? With me being your sire, you couldn’t kill me by staking me. It’s silly, isn’t it?” He lifted a finger to twirl it around her dark locks of hair.

“Silly isn’t the word for it, infuriating is more appropriate.” She stepped away from him, breaking contact.

“Oh, Jordan you’re breaking my heart. It’s been almost two years, are you ever going to let go of my mistake?”

“Mistake? You’re full of shit Viktor! You planned to turn me without my permission, that was no goddamn mistake!”

“True, but I truly never meant to hurt you. I just want you back, you’re all I have now.” 

“Bullshit, you should’ve thought better before you pulled that crap on me. I’d rather let a train run me over a thousand times over before I ever think about going back to you!”

Viktor sighed, then laughed.

“You’re stubborn, you really don’t believe me? I’ve kept an eye on you ever since you decided to go on your own. I’ve been watching you every day making sure you would be okay, if I truly wanted to do anything harmful to you I wouldn’t have already done it?”

Jordan thought back to those feelings of being watched she’d experience. It made so much sense now.

“Of course it was you…I should’ve known. You know if you truly loved me, you wouldn’t breach my damn privacy and watch me for every moment of my damn life.”

“I just wanted to keep up with what you were up to, especially after that new boy came into your life. I can smell him on you, and to be frank…it makes me sick.”

Jordan grew more defensive. “If you even try to touch Marko I swear to god you’ll have the devil to pay god dammit.”

He laughed coldly, “Cute, you love him don’t you?”

“Yes, he’s not perfect but I’ll take someone honest over a lying asshole like you. If you want me back, you’ll have to fight me for that.”

Viktor’s face was thoughtful for a moment, the wind started to pick up around them as leaves flew past them and trees swayed back and forth.

“Let’s make a wager on that, how about in a week from now, I will come visit your home. We’ll confront each other and see what happens, and just to be fair, I’ll leave you be for the week so you can get your affairs in order.”

“Fine, I’ll rip your ass to pieces, you just wait.”

He smiled, “I’m looking forward to it, by the way, don’t even think about bringing any of the clowns with you. This is between me and you only, please don’t disappoint me.”

As Viktor finished speaking, a new presence made themself known.

David stood in the same opening “Get away from her you prick.”

“I was already on my way out.” Viktor quickly left not before giving Jordan a quick peck on her cheek. She couldn’t even say anything due to how sudden it was, she only watched him leave swiftly into the woods behind her.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” David approached her watching her.

“Not physically.” She turned back to face David.

“Don’t let him get to you, we’ll put his dick in the dirt before he even has the chance to take you away from us.”

David moved to leave before Jordan ran in front of him, cutting him off. 

“NO!” He raised an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, “I mean, no. Don’t bother.”

“Don’t tell me you feel bad for that bastard.”

“Of course not! I mean you can’t tell anyone about this, because I told Viktor that I’d confront him on my own. He doesn’t want anyone else with me, me bringing you guys along means I’m admitting defeat!”

“Who gives a shit! What makes you think you’ll be able to take him on by yourself when you couldn’t even take me on.”

“I’ve gotten stronger!”

“Bullshit.”

Jordan moved to attack David, but with a quick reaction he grabbed her wrist and crushed it under his vampiric strength making her falter. He let go and watched as Jordan fell to her knees in defeat.

“You going to fight him on your own is a death sentence, I understand what you’re trying to do. But I refuse to let one of our members get themselves killed because of their own stupidity. Imagine how Marko would feel if you were killed.”

Jordan stared up at David in disbelief, but she realized that he was being genuine. He stared her down making her know her place in their coven, Jordan stood up slowly.

“That’s a good point, but I will never truly be Marko’s mate if I never get rid of Viktor for good. I appreciate your care, but I need you to keep this between you and me. If I need you guys to help me, I’ll let you know. Just give me a chance to at least try, I’m tired of running.”

David said nothing, he sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine…but if Marko finds out, it’s your problem.”

“Fine by me.”

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. HYBE GAME CATERER 2

˖♡ - ̗̀synopsis⇢ ৎ୭ the games continue and Joohyung’s social battery continues to run low. 

˖♡ - ̗̀author’s note⇢ ৎ୭ I feel like after a year we’re finally here where I actually write the rest of the hybe game caterers series.

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EP. 2-1

⇢ the heat was getting to Joohyung and she was getting sleepy with waking up early and coming here doing lots of activities, her eyes were slowly closing and opening

⇢ *Joohyung-ah don’t fall asleep!* the editors edited as they showed Joohyung struggling to keep her eyes open

⇢ Joohyung cheered for Yeonjun as he ran, “let’s go jjunie!”

⇢ “I love Kai showing off~” Joohyung wasn’t shocked at how Kai can do anything and everything and she has pride for her Kai, and loves people praising her baby

EP. 2-2

⇢ it was finally lunch time and the mc announced to to everyone, but of course it isn’t as simple as that it was another game; answer the question correctly in five seconds get food, not answering the questions by five second or get it wrong go back in line all the way in the back

⇢ hearing that everyone ran in line, poor Joohyung was in the middle of a quick nap and Soobin quickly got her arm and got up startling Joohyung but still followed Soobin in confusion

⇢ Joohyung gasped, “Taehyunie no~” it was Taehyun’s turned to answer the question but the one he picked was an automatic dud

⇢ after Soobin got his question right he turned around to Joohyung and gave her a quick ‘fighting’ gesture before choosing his lunch

⇢ luckily Joohyung got a simple math question ‘5x100’ “easy 500.” Joohyung answered. “Correct!” The mc smiled. Joohyung quickly got her meal and ran to Soobin, “I got an easy one.” Joohyung was happy to finally eat something more filling.

⇢ “hyung! Noona! I did it!” Beomgyu yelled, as he ran to them with his food. Soobin and Joohyung clapped for him, “good job beomie~” Joohyung patted his head affectionately

⇢ Taehyun ended up giving up and came running back to their table. “Come, have some.” Joohyung moved her bowl closer to Taehyun. “Thank you noona~” Taehyun gladly started eating Joohyung’s food. Joohyung grabbed a napkin and started dabbing Taehyun’s forehead taking off the sweat caused from the heat

⇢ *what a great member she is* was edited into the video during the interaction

EP. 2-3

⇢ it’s time for dessert and of course you can only get dessert if you win the game. Joohyung was going crazy if the amount of games they had to play during the summer weather

⇢ it was a game where you can to say the correct name of the person being shown to you, which Joohyung worried because she seen many celebrities but never got the name

⇢ they started with Kai which was a mistake because he got it wrong after the members were hyping him up. “It was a practice round!” All member were defending Kai also because they didn’t want to loose the desserts. Joohyung just looked at them laughing, “wow to do really messed us up.”

⇢ in the end the staff let them slide with the “practice round” and actually started the game, but it didn’t go as plan because Beomgyu cause them to loose the cake

⇢ “let’s take Beomgyu out instead.” Joohyung said, as Beomgyu kept on taking too long to answer everyone laughed at Joohyung respond. The members ended up changing Beomgyu’s position and the direction of answering starting with Kai again and ending with Soobin, causing Beomgyu to only answer once

⇢ unfortunately they lost the last thing they had which was the ice cream because Kai messed up on the name making them loose all the desserts. “Thank you~” they admitted defeat immediately

⇢ fromis_9 ended up winning and giving up their cake to give it to txt because they saw that they lost. “Really?” Joohyung widened her eyes. “Unnie looks so much like cat with her eyes.” They cooed while looking at Joohyung shocked face.

EP. 3-1

⇢ random dance was the final game of the day. Everyone went back in the middle and got themselves ready, as they were doing so Joohyung chunked at the sight because it was all girls left and all boys on the right leaving Joohyung as an stands out more being the only girl on the right

⇢ Joohyung stayed close to Soobin while dancing and only really giving 80%

⇢ dancing behind Yeonjun always made Joohyung laugh because how hard he would go

⇢ when ‘Fearless’ came on the members pushed Joohyung to the front next to Sakura and hyped her up from behind. “Let’s go Jooie!” The members yelled.

⇢ Joohyung surprised herself in some dances it was like a core memory unlock because her body would move before she could think about it, and it’s thanks to Soobin who would show her the dances on his phone

EP. 3-2

⇢ Joohyung gasped at the sound of ‘Into The New World’ and immediately started dancing while lip syncing the lyrics, unfortunately they did lose Yeonjun and Taehyun

⇢ in the guys’ section they were all cheering Soobin and Joohyung on and the girls’ section was also cheering for their members and including Joohyung. “Joohyung-ah is so pretty!” The girls cheered.

⇢ the second Joohyung heard ‘Loco’ from Itzy she gave 100% making the whole crowd cheer. “That’s our noona!” Beomgyu got up on his knees cheering. “She’s too good~” Kai loves watching Joohyung perform

⇢ surprisingly to Joohyung’s ears she took first place with Seoyeon earning them a snack truck each. Seoyeon took Joohyung’s hand and both walked sassily to receive their prize which they could use for their next comeback

⇢ everyone thanked the staff for providing everything including having a fun time with the whole hybe family

[b0g-b0y]

Price x Enemy Dom M reader NSFW

Requested: @0nothingforyou0

Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to get out and I’m sorry if it isn’t the smoothest, half of it didn’t save so I had to rewrite it:(

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There is no surprise that Kortac and Spegru don't get along after all they are natural enemies.

Finding a battle between the two wasn't uncommon at all, the battles were fears and bloody no one got away unscathed, and just like falling down the rabbit hole y/n seemed to have gotten himself stuck in a situation he didn't know how to get out of really. All he had at the moment was his charm and wit in this unsavory moment.

As his eyes scanned the room he was stuck in, hoping to find any way of escape from the hell hole he found himself stuck in sadly the only way out was through a door that was locked. He didn't have his gear or anything his hope wasn't high that he would get out of there, he was captured by 141 or Spegru he didn't care to know the difference really.

After a while of pacing in this damp concrete room, y/n decided to have a seat in the shitty folding chair that sat in the room it was only a matter of time before he would talk to someone that wanted answers from him. So much time has probably passed but y/n couldn't tell you how much, when he did hear footsteps it was almost like music to his ears.

When the door did open he was faced with a man who had nice blue eyes and a beard that looked like overgrown mutton chops, as far as he was considered the hat on the guy's head was a bucket hat-turned cowboy.” You some type of dilf” y/n spoke first. The man looked confused clearly not understanding the comment.” Captain   Price, what's your name son.” Price said.” My name is Y/n but I rather take yours.” y/n said with a grin. The look of disappointment and surprise was on Price's face.” Come on darling don't give me that look, after all how could I not say that to a good-looking captain in front of me?” Y/n asked. “ Is that all you think about in your head muppet? You only think about good-looking men.” Price said.” Not always but when I do I picture you” Y/n shot back. The captain in front of Y/n was getting flustered, his face was turning red and he avoided any eye contact with the Kortac soldier in front of him. It wouldn't be long until the captain would leave the room, y/n made him speechless with all the flirty comments made to him. Price couldn't think right, he wasn't used to someone flirting with him, it was like his brain crashed and he needed a moment to reload.

It would probably be night by now, not how long it’s been scenes he last saw the caption. Y/n had taken a shitty nap in the chair he had in the room and now he was bored so he got up and checked the door and to his surprise, it was unlocked. Y/n took this opportunity to get his ass out of there.

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But good luck comes to an end…

Running out of ammo for his guns and Y/n was all alone at the moment he was meant to go meet up with Roze but that would have to wait for nightfall, hed already radioed Roze about his situation she would wait for him. But for now, he sat in an old stone building near a clearing waiting for the sun to go down so he could get a move on.

Y/N's eyes start to drift off, a nap wouldn't hurt. just as he was about to fully drift off into sleep he felt someone trip over his foot causing him to fully wake up to his dismay. Looking at who tripped over his foot y/ns eyes found the captains, they held eye contact for a while clearly not expecting to see one another.

“The fuck you doing here pretty boy?” Y/n spoke with a groggy voice. It took a moment for Price to get past being called pretty but when he did he responded.” Could be asking you the same thing, don't even have your gear on you, using it as a fucking pillow” Price shot back.” You’re not wearing your gear too. Let's make a deal you don't shoot me and I don’t shoot you” y/n said a little annoyed that he wouldn't be getting his nap.” Sounds fair” Price spoke well pulling out a cigar.

The silence between the two was uncomfortable after all, last time you saw the guy y/n practically left through a door. Not fully trusting the Captain Y/n refused to take the nap he desperately craved. Y/n watched as the Captain readjusted himself in his pants before taking another drag from the cigar.

“You come out here to have a moment to yourself, let off some stress.” Y/n asked. Price cleared his throat.” Something like that.” Price didn't meet y/n's eyes not wanting the man to see the faint blush he held.”Tell me what you came out here to do, we are both grown men.” Y/n teased. Price couldn't help but want to respond.”Came out here to be alone so I could jerk off… we all have needs” Price said shyly. Y/n's tired eyes looked over Price's body before reaching his eyes.” Well don’t let me stop you, come on.” Y/n teased with a wicked grin.

Price looked at Y/n for a moment, his words did sound appalling at the moment. Price couldn't believe he was even thinking about it, maybe thinking too long about it.

“Cat got your tongue Price, the least you could do is complete the task you came here for after all, you woke me from my almost nap,” Y/n said with a little hostility. Something about those words made Price let out a small whimper softly. Price hoped Y/n didn't hear it Price focused on his cigar to distract himself. A huff of air could be heard from Y/n he sounded kinda pissed off.

Before Price knew it Y/n was standing up.” You shy sweetheart I heard your fucking whimper your a needy guy so take care of it. That's what you came here to do anyway, I’ll even lend you a helping hand if you ask nicely darling” Y/n said. Price gave in at that moment, it's been so long since he has had the chance to take care of himself it's been months and god did he need it.”Please.” Price spoke as he took another drag from his cigar. y/n's eyes held firmly on Price for a moment before the caption got the idea to undo his pants, a soft sigh of relief could be heard from the man. Price almost forgot to grab the small bottle of lube he had in his cargo pants.” You came prepared?” Y/n said as he pushed Price into the stone wall roughly turned him around. Y/n got a glance of an electric blue plug Price had inside himself. Y/n grabbed Price's cheeks roughly and spread them apart so he could get a better look at the plug.

Without a warning Y/n roughly pulled the plug out of Price causing Price to let out a gasp and grunt. Y/n lubed up his fingers before quickly and harshly shoving them inside of Price. The thrust of his fingers were hard and fast, without warning Y/n curled his fingers inside of Price harshly. Y/n stop thrusting his fingers for a moment before adding a third one. When the third finger was added the hard thrusting continued but this time Y/n thrusted his fingers upward causing Price to stand on his tippy toes slightly.” Mmm fuck” Price whined out. “You always let your enemies on the field fuck you? What a whore” Y/n snarled.

But like whiplash Price didn’t get the chance to answer before he was once again turned around harshly Y/n picked him up and threw one of his legs over his shoulder. Price could feel the stone wall scratch his back but he didn’t care. Everything was so intense at that moment all Price could do was let out a song of lewd noise. Without a warning Y/n thrusted into him harshly, both of them let out a few moans. “Shit so tight.” Y/n said into Price's ear. All Price gave back was a whimper, the cigar he still had hung loosely on his lips well ashes continued to build up. Without warning Y/n started to move, thrusting hard and deep into Price, leaving Price to moan loudly. Price could feel the stone walls behind him scratching his back roughly along with Y/ns harsh thrusts god it felt so good for Price. “I’m close” Price panted out. “FUCk you’re so goddamn tight Price I’m close” Y/n snarled. It wasn’t long until they both came. Price came all over his shirt well Y/n came inside the man. Soft panting could be heard between the two. Slowly Y/n pulled out of Price, Y/n found the discarded blue plug and softly stuck it back into Price. After that Y/n set Price down gently.

Their soft afterglow was ruined by the crackling of Y/ns radio. It was Roze, asking if he was getting a move on, the sun had started to set. Y/n quickly got his shit together before he got a more on. Before Y/n left he pulled Price into a soft kiss.” Stay safe out there” Y/n said softly. Before Y/n jumped out the window that led to the field. All Price could hear was the faint sound of Y/ns radio as the sunset.”Stay frosty” he muttered.

[dominos-palast]

Pillow replacement

Fandom: XMen

Pairing:   Peter Maximoff x gn!reader

Characters mentioned: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Professor X

Used Pronouns: (they/them)

Warnings: none

A/N: In this story, reader is a psychic. They came from an isolated place and joined the school (here academy for some reason) not too long ago. They can use for example Telekinesis.

P.S.: This was written with a platonic relationship in mind, but you are free to perceive it however you like.

P.S.S.: This happens after the events of Apocalypse (2016) (Scott and Jean are teenagers and Quicksilver decided to stay at Xavier’s School)

Summary: Reader can’t sleep without hugging something. When the other kids use all the pillows to create a fortress of pillows in the academy, reader has to improvise. Word Count: 4k

Peter lay comfortably on his bed while reading some comic book he took from Scott’s room when he wasn’t around. He had his headphones on and was listening to Floyd at full volume. Because of this, he missed the knocking on the door.

He looked up and took the headphones off. “It’s basic manners to knock before you enter, you know?”

You rolled your eyes and stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind you.

“I can hear the music from over here. Why don’t you turn the volume down before you become mute.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled. “You mean deaf?”

You sighed at the realisation. Peter just grinned and slowly incorporated himself, leaving the comic and the headphones on the bed.

“Let me be. I’m too tired to think right now.” You pinched your nose bridge while still holding onto the door knob. Your eyelids were heavy from fatigue.

“Oh yeah, you weren’t around for breakfast. We should prohibit missions before 9 A.M.” He looked into the distance dramatically, remembering the many times he had been forced to wake up in the early morning hours to rescue civilians from burning buildings and such. Why couldn’t people blow buildings up in the afternoon?

“Why don’t you take a nap, though?” He ended up asking.

“That’s why I am here. The other kids are doing some massive fort out of pillow in the living room, and they took mine as well, and you know I can’t sleep without hugging something.”

“You didn’t fight for your beloved pillows? That sure is out of character.” He smirked teasingly.

“Last time I did, I ended up getting scolded by the Professor for sticking them to the wall with my powers. Anyway, would you lend me some-”

He grabbed the bag full of dirty laundry he had been leaning on. “Mine were also taken.”

You groaned displeased, and were about to leave the room when he quickly added, “You could use me as a pillow.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him, throwing a deadly glance. You saw him flinch.

“Nevermind, I wouldn’t qualify as a pillow anyway…huh?”

Peter didn’t know how to react to you dragging your feet in his direction. You took off some layers from your outfit and threw them on the ground without a care in the world. Then you climbed onto the bed. Finally, Peter snapped out of his confusion and smirked to himself, laying his head on the bag packed with laundry and spreading his arm so he could embrace you as you laid your head on his chest. You hugged his waist and put a leg on him, just as if he was a pillow. He looked down at you happily and made sure you felt comfortable. Then he squeezed you gently.

“I thought you wanted to hang me for offering you myself. You really must be tired to have accepted my request.” He admitted.

“I will hang you if you don’t shut it, speedy boy”, You replied, your eyes already closed.

He just giggled and rested his head on yours. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Didn’t you go get them?” asked Jean, already in her suit.

Scott replied in an annoyed tone. “Not in their room, and not in the living room sticking people to the wall. I can’t find them anywhere. Can we just go without them?” Scott groaned at Jean’s disapproving look. “I don’t know why the Professor insists on bringing them along. We already have you as a psychic.”

“Stop complaining, will you? Go look for them in Peter’s room.”

“They are the most antisocial person I have ever met, and you believe they’d be together in a room? We would have seen Peter flying off a window already.” Scott followed Jean to Peter’s room.

“Don’t be dramatic. They only have to get used to other people. They haven’t had it easy before coming here, after all”, she said.

But Scott wouldn’t take that as an answer. He still had bruises from the first time he had met you. Although he knew it had been his fault for pushing your buttons, you still didn’t have to throw him across the room in front of the other XMen.

Jean stopped in her tracks and pressed a finger to her lips, then opened the door to Peter’s room. Scott peeked inside. His mouth dropped.

There you were, Peter and you cuddled to each other, both sleeping peacefully.

Jean smirked, “I told you.” He glanced up in annoyance. “Let’s let them sleep. The Professor will understand.”

[moonlight-tmd]

LOL bee just makes himself a cocoon and nap :3

if he does end up napping all winter, how would the bot he's dating react for the first time and after? (could be blitz, prowl, or shock if ya want)

Hah, yeah. Bee would defo sleep off (most of) his first winter after being provided with so much comfy blankets and a heater. He stuff himself full of energon and oil and just goes to nap. He does wrap himself up in blankets like a cocoon- before he buried himself in an actual cocoon and after.

As i said in earlier posts on the AU, Prowl would be worried about Bee going offline if he's not in the right temperature. He does everything he can to provide Bee with warmth and as much fuel as needed. Bee loves to snuggle with Prowl when he's falling into hibernation and Prowl loves seeing Bee all comfy in his arms- he doesn't leave his side if not needed- only to refuel or for an emergency- If Sari wakes Bee up to play he'll scold her and be on watch the whole time Bee is playing out in the snow. The same thing happens every winter, Prowl is very worried about Bee even after he emerges from the cocoon.

Longarm(Shockwave) would just be confused af to why Bee isn't picking up his calls and then calls Optimus to know what the fuck is happening with his bf- he didn't know Bee was part-insecticon so that was a surprise, the hibernation protocol would explain why he's not responding. The next winter Longarm gives Bee the most comfy of blankets and pillows to hibernate on and even some high-nutrien energon so Bee doesn't run out of fuel in his system when he's hibernating. Longarm(Shockwave) loves to cuddle the newly-hatched Bee with all his fluff- even tho he's not big of a fan of organics, all that is thrown to the side cuz he just can't get enough of how cute Bee has gotten.

There is 2 routes for Blitzwing, they got together in Bee's 3rd year of being on earth, Blitz has been on the planet for a little over 1 year:

They're dating in secret- Blitz doesn't know what is happening, Bee just suddenly stopped showing up to their meetings when the snowfall happened. At first it was annoying but then he got worried, the longer it took the more dread of being abandoned yet again loomed over him. Then i imagine Bee, after being woken up by Sari to play, got stuffed with pure sugar and went out into the snowfall at night to meet Blitz, it was nearly 2 months since they last spoke... Blitzwing was about to leave, his Spark feeling crushed when he nearly bumped into cloaked Bee just coming from behind some trees. Blitz was so relieved and so worried cuz the moment he saw Bee all shaky and barely standing muttering the word 'cold' he took him to the nearest warehouse and lit a fire while also holding him close, it took great effort to stay mad at the little things and the cold that did this to Bee so his Hothead persona could warm Bee up like a heater. Once Bee was looking okay he was bombarded with questions; Bee was really sorry for having been absent for so long, of course he told Blitz the reason and what happened when it got cold. Blitz was having an internal fight for misassuming the reason and being grateful it was nothing serious. Bee of course gave him all the kisses he could muster in his sleepy state before needing to return to base cuz all the play in the snow earlier took a lot out of him. He promised Blitz that he'll come to meet him again as soon as the snow melts. Winters are so far the toughest of times for them, Blitzwing especially. He has to wait so long before seeing his beloved and he can't help but wonder how his little hummel looks like when he sleeps bundled up in blankets, all cozy.

If Blitzwing is openly dating with Bee and allowed in Autobot base, the moment Bee doesn't show up to their planned meeting twice, he's in on investigating shit- he'll go there and ask where, who and what. He's surprised to hear Bee's condition, Bee never told him- so he goes into his room and sees Bee all cozy in his berth. It utterly adorable. He just stays there and cuddles, pets and observes the tiny 'bot so comfy and cute in recharge. While he wishes Bee would wake up and talk with him he understands that Bee doesn't have control over it- the one time he visited when Sari woke him up he was so happy and surprised and a little worried. He spend the entire day playing and talking with him, Sari was jealous she got so little time to play with Bee.

In both scenarios, Blitzwing is surprised to see Bee change into a techno-organic but he loves him nonetheless and cuddles with him every chance given. Except Secret-Sparkmate Blitzwing has to suffer from not seeing his adorably cute Bee all cozy and sleepy til the spring comes.

that's all i got for the ships' reactions, thank you for reading!

[vinecradle]

05 OMG - girls night out! sort of.. (✿)

scaramouche x fem!reader

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and after a few minutes, you heard a loud crash that came from afar. suspecting it was kaveh, you stood up only to hear nilou somewhat lecturing kaveh.

with her hands on her hips, she spoke. "kaveh, we've gotten noise complaints the past 2 weeks.. i think it's best for you to come in by not barging through the door.."

kaveh just chuckled and ruffled nilou's hair, heading to the couch as he sat down. "alright alright, i'll stop barging in nowadays. anyways, where's layla?" he asked.

nilou huffed playfully at his action and just tidied up her hair again, then looking for the ingredienrs needed for the apple pie they'll be baking.

running your fingers through your hair and yawning, "she woke up from all our notifications earlier, and i think she's trying to sleep again. but she did say she wanted to join in with making the pie so i'm gonna wake her up."

knocking on the door to layla's room, you waited for her or her fungi to open it. "nilou, do we have any vanilla ice cream?" you asked. the said girl soon looked through the freezer and nodded. "yeah! is it for the topping?"

you nodded, and you were about to talk until the door opened. as you walked in, you saw layla hunched over the chair. "you know.. i actually got enough sleep and now i have enough energy.. i'll take a really quick shower first then i'll join in with making the apple pie. you guys can start first.." layla smiled, you returned the action and nodded. "alright."

after getting out of layla's galaxy themed room, you walked over to nilou and helped her find the ingredients needed for the apple pie. "do you know how long this'll take? i've never made an apple pie before.." nilou sweatdropped.

"well.. the first time i made it took like 6 ish hours because i didn't know what i was doing, but now it usually takes 3 hours for me to make them. and thats only the process, not including the dough being in the fridge.." you sighed at the memories of making an apple pie back in elementary, let's just say it did not go well.

you shook your head at the thought, "anyways, kaveh can you please find a bowl? something around medium sized, oh and also cling wrap!" the said male nodded and went on searching for the items needed.

kaveh then brought the bowl and you all started working, you opened up the freezer to get the ice water needed for the pie. "get ready, guys. this'll take a looong time." you said as you winked at them.

nilou chuckles and read the instructions you've written on a hanged whiteboard in the dorm, "do i just add the flour all at once? all 2 ½ cups of it?" she asked.

"mhm! the first few steps are easy so i can let you two work on it first while i prepare everything else we need." you then added the cubed butter, and asked for kaveh to break up into flour with a fork.

kaveh scrunched his face in confusion, "wait, why isn't it breaking up like you said?" and you laughed at his struggle.

"do it a little harder, kaveh. and dont make them too soft just make them break up until lumps the size of um.. peas! yes, peas" you said, and he nodded.

a few minutes whilst kaveh did his thing, layla came out of her room. "can i do the next step?" she asked as everyone nodded in unison. nilou smiled, and held layla's hand. "come on, then!" nilou said.

and after a few moments, kaveh had finished. "now, someone hold the bowl and someone mix." you said, as nilou volunteered to mix the dough. the two got to work, and they also had fun doing it.

smiling, nilou spoke. "andd we're done! yn, would you like to work the dough out?" you tied your hair up and nodded, "hell yea! working out the dough is my favorite part."

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"finally-" you stretched, "after 4 ½ hours, we're finally done." kaveh and layla yawned in sync, "i'm gonna take a nap.. we're gonna go at night right? i still have time to nap right?" layla questioned as the three nodded. and with that, layla went to sleep in her room and kaveh laid down happily on the couch.

"okay everyone now let's just rest up. we have a long night ahead of us." you winked and left to your room.

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and you all arrived at pardis dhyai, "FUCK!! KAVEH STOP CHASING ME!!!" you screamed and ran as he continued to chase after you, "OH HELL NO STOPPING YOU WOKE ME UP SO SUDDENLY I COULDN'T EAT THE PIE!!"

both girls smiled at the sight, as nilou laughs. "i think we should probably follow them, and take photos of them too."

the night is still young.

• anddd finally finished this chapter with 10% of battery left..

• if i made a playlist for this smau would you guys save it? bc im torn with what songs to add 😵‍💫

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

author's note :: the longest chapter for omg yet, i had sm fun writinf this but i accidentally posted the earlier part and had to redo 😭

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[mossyscavern]

Have a secret I never knew

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Miles had a very long day.

He didn’t hesitate to hang when Pav asked if he’s free. And now miles is content in Pav’s arms, it is warm, comfortable and a really perfect day all around.. making him wanna fall asleep right in his arms-.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Pav asked, parting the hug to sit up and look around.

“Hear what?” Miles asked, looking around himself. “Just this… rumbling noise.” He said, now shrugging his shoulders. “Must be the traffic.” Pavitr said, dragging miles back down to cuddle with the Afro-Latino.

Not complaining about the action miles sighed and snuggle in Pav’s arms even more… before said Indian bolted upward with miles landing beside the Indian. “There it is again!” He says looking around the room more.

“There’s what?” He asked, rubbing his head, fingers peaking through the fro. Pav pecked miles on the forehead before looking out the window. “That rumbling sound, was it an old auto-riksha?”

“…can it be loud or..?” Miles asked, trailing his words as Pav kept looking out the window, searching for the noise miles didn’t really hear.

“No, not technically… maybe if I ignore it?” He wondered. Miles shrugged, stretching his arms out to the Indian boy. Pav smiled fondly at the Afro-Latino and laid back down on his bed, back to snuggling his morales.

He tried ignoring the noise, but it kept going! The longer Pavitr prabkar listens… the more soothing the rumbling noise actually becomes. ‘Sounds like a cat purr.’ He thought with a smile and continues to listen.

After some time he got thirsty. He propped his head up, turned to grab the water from his bedside table… and stopped. The quiet rumble is dim.

‘Aww… I actually like it.’ Pav thought, laying back down to pout.. when the noise became loud again. With a content sigh he pulled miles in to hug him more…

The sound had gotten louder.

Confused he sat up, leaned his head against miles chest to confirm his theory… that rumbling! And it’s coming from miles!!

With his eyes widened at the discovery, he sat upright, while miles looks at Pav tired and confused as he saw the Indian smiling wide and his eyes full of stars. “Pav? What’s going on?” He asked groggily.

“You! My sunflower, are purring!” He told the latter happily. “Wha..? How does that *yawn* make sense?” He asked, still waking up from his not so sleepy nap.

“Well studies show that spiders can purr and you are proof!!” He says excitedly to the tired spider-man, who blinked in tired confusion. “Isn’t it huntsmen spiders though?” Miles asked.

“Yeah… but still.” Pav said, staring intensely at miles. “… you saying I can purr?” “Yes!” Pav answered, not missing a beat when he said that to miles. “Nah man, I ain’t believing another lie.”

At that, Pavitr frowned, eyebrows furrowed. Then smirked when an idea popped in his head. “Alright, bet.” He says, immediately pulling miles in a tight but grounding hug, fingers combing through the Afro-Latino’s fro.

Miles wasn’t sure what to make of this, but he ain’t complaining in the slightest. A hug and fingers combing through his hair? He really is trying.

‘All an effort to prove me wrong? Yeah right... it’s comforting though.’ He thought, closing his eyes.

The warmth from Pavitr’s hug, how grounded he felt from said hug and the feeling of his hair being combed through, it all feels so nice-. Miles eyes shot opened after hearing the sound himself.

The vibrating muscles around his throat area surprised him, then encountered by the passing air as he tested the waters of this new thing he can do.

“You didn’t know did you?” Pavitr asked, chuckling a bit at his boyfriend’s expression. “…no, just… new.” Miles mumbled, burying his head in Pav’s chest.

“Embarrassed?” The Indian spider-man asked. “Very.” Miles answered, his face blushing red, when Pav aww’d his face got an even darker shade of red. “Mets go back t’ uddling k?” Miles asked, voice muffled.

“Alright, mera pyaar (my love).” Pavitr said, lying back down with miles in his arms, continuing to comb through the Afro- Latino’s hair.

When he did that he can hear miles’ purring, even though the resident 1610 Spider-Man looks like he’ll never forgive Pav for the discovery any time soon. “Y’know I’m gonna tell, right?” Pav says, arching his brow.

“Tell the others and I will web your mouth shut.” Miles warned.

That whole sentence got a laugh out of Pavitr Prabhakar.

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… I uh, hope I’m not too late.

I’ve kind of… read this story where miles can purr, I thought it was cute but unfortunately the purring only works with huntsmen spiders…

Is that gonna stop me? No, did I write this for chaiflower? Yes. And I’ll do it again!

Also I wasn’t sure how I should do Pav’s language…it’s either (मेरा प्यार) or (mera pyaar) so I went with the second option… I might’ve made a mistake

[actualllyalex]

Hi! Hello! How are you? Hope you're good! Could you do Caregiver Minnie having a Bratty Little? (If it could be a Scenario I would be pleased)

ㅡ Thank you! ‹𝟹

First of all sorry for taking so long but I felt really unmotivated to write due to working a lot and really feeling deeply unmotivated to do anything. Feeling better now though and wanna start writing again to see if I still enjoy. I wasn't exactly sure anymore what a scenario is but i figured I'd just write a small, fluffy one shot

cg!Minnie with a bratty little (scenario)

Minnie's little had been bratty all day. Hiding to try and scare her, not wanting to eat the food Minnie had made for them and simply doing anything to annoy her.

Currently they were watching some of their favourite TV show, wanting them to calm down. But now they were moving around a lot which she didn't mind if if she would've liked to cuddle but they also started poking her belly, squishing their face into her chest and biting her. Not hard enough to really hurt but it was still annoying for the older girl.

Gently, she held their wrists and said "please stop that. Mommy doesn't like when you do that" and gave them a soft but stern look. They just ignored her as soon as she let go of their wrists and kept poking her, making her sigh out. She really hated punishing them and wanted to avoid having to do that. However when they bit her right where her shoulder met her neck she's had it, officially.

She picked them up and turned off the Tv before saying "You're not behaving today. You aren't listening to me and you haven't been a nice Baby". Then she made her way to the little's bedroom and sat them down on the bed. "You're going to take a nap now. So do you wanna change into your PJ's or no?" Minnie asked. Knowing they would deny it if she asked if they were tired and just gave them a simple choice. Her plan didn't work out though as they answered "No wanna nap" and then she offered "If you take a nap I'll let you nurse to calm down. How's that sound?".

The little thought about it for a moment and then agreed with a small nod. They were feeling tired but playing and watching TV just seemed so much more fun. They tended to get like this when they were tired and Minnie of course knew it. So she asked again "PJs or no changing?". It took them a moment to think before pointing out to the dresser with their pyjamas laying on top of it and Minnie got up to get them. She then helped them undress and put the pyjamas on them. They had a print with little Pokemon, their favourite show and then she took off her top and bra before laying down, pulling them with her and gently guiding their head to her chest.

Quickly they startled suckling happily, hand holding onto her boobs hungrily and trying to get as much out of them as possible. It didn't take long for their eyes to close and suckling to become weaker until they feel asleep, suckling a little from time to time which made a bit of milk dribble down but Minnie didn't care. They looked so peaceful like this and she stroked their back softly while watching. After some time she felt how dealing with them had exhausted her and she fell asleep as well.

Together, they napped for a good two hours before the little one woke up and saw all the spilled milk, grabbing a tissue to try and clean Minnie gently. However it still managed to wake up the older girl, looking down a bit confused before a smile formed on her face and she softly said "Thank you bug" before continuing to clean herself and their face. After she finished she asked "feeling better now?" to which they nodded. They then went to the living room where they played with some Legos and spent a nice evening together, with the little one behaving like the sweet child they usually were.

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On the Other Side of the World- All Time Low Fanfiction

Alex gets a bad bout of food poisoning while on tour in a different country. Word Count: 7906

More notes at the end.

“Jack, babe, wake up,” Alex softly said, gently shaking Jack until his eyes fluttered open. 

Jack blankly stared at Alex for a few seconds, trying to get his bearings from having just woken up after a particularly long nap. As he blinked away his sleepiness, hrie started to remember where he was and what was going on; he was in bed in a hotel room across the world from home with his boyfriend. They were playing a show that evening, and Alex had mentioned wanting to get food somewhere before going to the venue. After rubbing his eyes, Jack turned to face Alex, who was laying next to him with a soft smile. 

“What time is it?” Jack finally asked, his voice slightly raspy. 

“It’s just after two, we have to be at the venue by three thirty. I still wanted to get something to eat, if that’s cool with you,” Alex replied, as he laid down on his side to be right next to Jack. 

“Sure, that sounds good to me. Are Rian and Zack coming, too?”

“Nah, Rian is on the phone with his fiancée, and Zack is doing some workout in the hotel gym downstairs. They talked about eating somewhere together after the show, though,” 

“That sounds good to me. Honestly, I’m glad it’ll just be the two of us, we haven’t had a date in quite a while; I forgot how hard it is to do that on tour,” Jack continued, making Alex laugh. 

“True, it’s hard to find time to sneak away, especially when everyone wants to do things as a group. I’m excited to go somewhere with just you,” Alex replied, smiling as he pulled Jack close for a hug. 

Jack happily hugged Alex back, then placed a kiss on Alex’s forehead. They stayed like this for a moment, until Alex’s stomach rumbled in hunger, causing both of them to laugh as they pulled apart from each other. 

“You must be really hungry!” Jack exclaimed, continuing to laugh as he slowly sat up and stretched. 

“All I’ve had today is coffee and an orange. There wasn’t a whole lot that looked good at breakfast this morning,” Alex replied, a disgusted look appearing on his face as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Hey, it wasn’t that bad! My eggs were okay, and so was the toast,”

“I don’t know, those eggs looked a bit runny, if you ask me,”

“Well, it was a continental breakfast, those aren’t always the best. Since you’re the one who’s really hungry, you can decide where we go, if you want,” Jack suggested, sliding his shoes on before standing up. 

“I don’t really know what restaurants are good around here, it’s been so many years since we last came here. I was kind of thinking we could get street food; I saw a bunch of tables and tents right down the street,” Alex continued, putting his wallet and phone into his pockets, before walking over to the dresser to fix his hair. 

“Let’s do that, street food is awesome! I’m not super hungry, so I probably won’t get as much as you do, but I’ll still have something. Do you want to just Uber to the venue from there?” 

“Yeah, I think that makes the most sense. I’m ready to leave whenever you are,” 

“I think I’m ready, too,” Jack replied, looking at himself in the mirror by the door. 

“Is that what you’re wearing onstage later?” Alex asked, trying to contain a laugh. 

“Yeah, why? Is there something wrong with it?”

Jack looked at himself again, confused by Alex’s building laughter. 

“No, you’ve just worn that same shirt and pair of jeans a lot on this tour so far. All of our pictures are going to look like they came from the same night,” 

“I’ve done that the past few tours now, why would this one be any different?” 

“Fair enough, I guess I didn’t think of it like that. It doesn’t matter what you wear, though, you look great in anything that you wear,” 

A small blush crept up on Jack’s face as Alex walked over to him, and wrapped him into another hug. Jack gladly returned this hug, like the one from earlier, and smiled as Alex kissed him. They’d done this seemingly a thousand times by now, but it never grew old to Jack. 

“The same is true for you, too. You’re being really sappy and sweet today, like, more than usual,” Jack eventually said, when they finally pulled apart. 

“Yeah, I guess I am. I know we can act like a couple around Rian and Zack, but it feels more special when it’s just the two of us. Like, we can really be ourselves, y’know?” 

“I get it, I’ve always felt that way, too. Hopefully we’ll have some time to ourselves after the show, too,” Jack suggestively continued, making a smirk appear on Alex’s face. 

“Oh, we can definitely arrange to have some alone time tonight,” Alex replied, before putting his hand on Jack’s cheek and pulling him for one last kiss. 

“I love you so much,” Jack said, once they finally pulled apart. 

“I love you, too. Let’s go before this keeps going; I love you, but I’m too hungry right now,” Alex replied, as they both started to laugh. 

“Fair enough, we can just make up for lost time later. We can walk to the strip with the street food, right?” 

“Yeah, it’s just a few minutes away. I’m ready if you are!”

“I am, too. Let’s head out,” 

Alex led Jack out of the hotel room, and down the hallway to the elevator. As they rode down to the first floor, Jack texted in the band group chat, letting the rest of the band know that they would meet up at the venue later. Once they walked out of the lobby, they started down the street to where the street food market was. As they walked, they both looked around, taking in the sights of the country they were in. 

Eventually, they made it to the strip where the food vendors were; there were about two dozen different tents going up both sides of the street with tables in the middle. Most of the tents had signs advertising what food was available, and several had long lines of people waiting to place their orders. Alex looked around a bit, quickly noticing a tent that had different types of noodles and fried rice. 

“I think I want some noodles, do you want to go to that tent?” Alex asked, pointing to the tent that had a large sign with several different types of noodles on it. 

“Sure, we can do that. I might just get an egg roll or something, I don’t think I want a full meal,” Jack replied, following Alex over to the tent. 

The line moved quite a bit faster than either of them had expected, much to their delight. When they got to the cashier, Alex ordered seafood lo mien for himself, and two vegetable egg rolls for Jack. After paying, they received their food in white takeout boxes, and walked over to an empty table. 

“I can’t believe that we’re at this huge strip with so much authentic food, and the only thing you want are two egg rolls,” Alex stated, opening his box of noodles. 

“It all looks good, I’m just not that hungry. I think that long nap messed up my whole system,” Jack replied, taking a bite of his egg roll. 

“Well, suit yourself, I’m excited for these noodles! They look so good, I’m so happy that they had seafood, I prefer that over chicken or pork in these kinds of dishes,” 

“Good, I’m happy for you. I haven’t seen you get so excited over food like this in a long time,” 

“It’s not everyday that we get to eat this kind of food! We need to tour on this side of the world more often,”

Alex finally took a bite of his food, initially smiling, but quickly swapping for a confused look. Jack quickly noticed this, and felt equally confused by Alex’s reaction. 

“Is something wrong? You went from looking super happy to super confused almost instantly,” Jack pointed out. 

“No, it just tasted a little different than I expected. Not in, like, a bad way, just unexpected. It’s really good, though,” Alex replied, taking another bite of his meal. 

“Okay, as long as you’re sure,” 

Alex gave a quick thumbs up, then continued to eat his lunch. While Alex ate, he and Jack didn’t speak much, Alex was too focused on his meal, and Jack didn’t want to interrupt him. Eventually, Alex finished his entire portion, and looked over to Jack. 

“Was it good?” Jack asked, laughing at how quickly Alex had cleared his plate. 

“Very good. It tasted a little different than I expected, but it was good! I’m glad we came here, this was fun, and I’m glad we had some time to ourselves,” Alex replied, making Jack smile. 

“I am, too. Hey, we should probably head over to the venue. Do you want to get the Uber, or do you want me to?” 

“Would you do it? I think I got the last one,”

“Good point. Throw away the trash, and I’ll get it ordered,”

Alex gathered up the trash, then walked it over to a trashcan by the tent that the food had come from. When he walked back over to the table, he saw Jack ordering the Uber on his phone. 

“Okay, the Uber will be here in about five minutes, but I put it to pick us up at the end of the street, since a car can’t really get down here, so we should start walking,”

Jack stood up from his seat, and took Alex’s hand. They started up the street, looking around at all the different booths as they walked. Eventually, they made it to the end of the street, where their Uber driver pulled up at the same time. Jack opened the car door, and gestured for Alex to get in first. 

“Uber for Jack?” The driver asked, looking at Jack and Alex in the rearview mirror. 

“Yep, thanks for getting here so fast,” Jack replied, putting on his seatbelt. 

“No problem. We’ll be at your destination in about fifteen minutes,”

The driver began to drive away, and Alex put his hand into Jack’s. Jack gripped Alex’s hand tighter, as he looked over and smiled at his boyfriend. 

“Do you think Rian and Zack will already be at the venue?” Alex eventually asked. 

“I imagine so, especially since we’ll basically be getting there right on time,” Jack replied, looking at the time on his phone. 

“Good point, I guess we’ll start right into soundcheck when we get there, assuming everything is all set up,”

“Yeah, probably so. What do you want to do until the meet and greet with the fans?”

“I haven’t thought about that yet, maybe just relax?” Jack suggested, trying his hardest to stifle yawn. 

“We can, if you want to. You must be really tired, especially considering you took that long nap earlier,” Alex pointed out. 

“It’s the jet lag, I don’t know how you adjust so quickly when we go to other countries,”

“I don’t either, to be honest. I mean, I don’t always get a lot of sleep as it is, I guess my body is just kind of used to not running on a full night of sleep,”

“Makes sense,”

For the rest of the Uber ride, Jack and Alex stayed silent, looking out their windows and taking in the sights. It had been several years since they’d been to this country, so it was interesting to see what had stayed the same, and what had changed. 

Eventually, the driver pulled up to the front entrance of the venue. After thanking the driver, Alex and Jack got out of the car and went inside. They walked into the main room, and saw Rian and Zack already in their places onstage. Zack was tuning his bass, while Rian played some beats on his practice pad. 

“Hey guys, did you have a nice lunch?” Zack asked, looking up from his bass. 

“Yeah, we did! Well, I did, Jack just had a tiny egg roll,” Alex replied, as he and Jack walked up the steps to the stage. 

“Damn, that’s all you had, Jack? Are you going to be okay until the end of the show?” Rian asked, as Jack picked up his guitar. 

“I’ll be okay, I don’t have a huge appetite today. I’m just glad that Alex got to have his authentic street food like he wanted,” Jack continued, as he and Alex took their places onstage. 

“I’m glad you guys had fun. Are you ready to get into soundcheck? They’re going to start letting the fans in for meet and greet in about an hour, so we need to get going,” Rian pointed out, looking at the time on his watch. 

“Today’s flying by! Yeah, I’m ready. Count off when you are, Rian,” Alex replied, grabbing a guitar pick from his mic stand. 

“Alright, one, two, three!” Rian counted, as they all started to soundcheck their first song. 

Typically, their soundcheck lasted anywhere from thirty to forty minutes. They normally played at least some of every song, just enough to hear how it would sound in the arena, and to figure out if anything was off. Alex usually enjoyed soundcheck quite a bit, it reminded him of the early days of the band, back when the four of them would rotate basements for practice or jam sessions. It helped him remember why he loved what he did so much, especially on the days when he was burnt out from the tour life. 

Soundcheck was going well, everyone’s instruments sounded good, and they were having fun, up until the second to last song. Alex felt an uncomfortable feeling form quickly in his stomach, causing him to shut his eyes and grimace. He slowly stopped playing his part of the song they were rehearsing as the pain intensified, which Jack quickly picked up on. Jack looked over to Alex to see what was going on, and immediately stopped when he saw the look of discomfort on Alex’s face. 

“Hey, Alex, are you okay?” Jack asked, as Rian and Zack stopped playing, looking equally as concerned when they caught a glimpse of Alex. 

“Um, I think so, my stomach just started to feel a bit off. I think I’m just a bit full, but I’m okay. Sorry to make us stop mid song like that, but I’ll be fine. Let’s start into our last song,” Alex replied, clearing his throat after an uncomfortable swallow. 

“Okay, sure, let’s do it,” Rian replied, before cautiously counting off. 

They began to play Dear Maria, which started out fine. When they did soundcheck, this was typically the only song that they played in full. It was a fun way to wrap soundcheck together before the craziness of a show really started. When they got to the bridge of the song, Alex’s stomach started to cramp up even more, making him feel incredibly nauseous. He wanted to try to push through to the end of the song, they were so close to being done, and he was sure that he was just feeling a bit bloated from the large portion of food he’d just had. 

A few seconds later, Alex realized that he would not be able to make it through the rest of the song, and that he needed to find a bathroom, and fast. He stopped playing and gently set his guitar on the ground before quickly making his way backstage, leaving his bandmates to helplessly stare at one another. 

“Well, that’s not good,” Zack stated, as everyone silenced their instruments. 

“No, it isn’t. When we were eating, he said that his food tasted a bit different than he expected it to, but he didn’t think that there was anything wrong with it. He got seafood noodles, maybe some of it was undercooked,” Jack pointed out, his concern for his boyfriend quickly growing. 

“He got seafood at a street food tent? The people who run those don’t have to follow, like, certain regulations that normal restaurants do; I bet the meat was undercooked,” Rian continued, standing up behind his drum kit.

“His noodles had a lot of seafood in them, I think this is going to be really bad,” Jack said, sighing as his worry continued to grow. 

“Should we go and try to find him? Maybe he’ll just feel really shitty for a little bit, but then feel better in an hour or so,” Zack stated, hoping for the best. 

“I doubt he’ll feel better that fast if he’s really got food poisoning; he’s going to feel miserable at least for the rest of the night. I hope he’ll still be able to do the show,” Rian continued, as he and Zack started to follow Jack into the backstage area. 

They decided to check the green room first, assuming Alex would go to the bathroom attached to it for the most privacy. As they walked into the green room, they heard the sound of muffled coughing coming from behind a closed door in the left corner of the room. Rian and Zack looked over to Jack, mirroring his look of concern. Jack walked over to the door, leaning up against it, before lightly knocking on it once Alex’s coughing had subsided. 

“Hey, Alex, it’s me, the other guys are in here, too. Are you okay?” Jack gently asked, hearing a groan from Alex on the other side of the door. 

“Um, not really, I suddenly started feeling terrible when we were onstage. I got sick, but my stomach is still killing me,” Alex weakly replied. 

“Well, do you want to come out here and lay on the couch to get some rest? It’ll be better than sitting on that dirty floor,” 

“I don’t know if I’m done in here,”

“Well, that’s okay, you can always go back in, or we can get you a trashcan or something. You really should come out here, though,”

After a few seconds, Jack heard a flush before hearing the sink turn on. Once the sink was turned back off, Jack watched the doorknob slowly turn, before the door opened. Alex shakily stumbled out of the bathroom, his hand was on his stomach and his face was pale, aside from the flush on his cheeks. Jack could see beads of sweat on Alex’s forehead, only causing his concern to increase again. 

“Geez, you don’t look good,” Jack stated, taking in Alex’s jarringly different appearance. 

“Wow, thanks,” Alex replied, using his free hand to lean against the bathroom door frame. 

“Sorry, you know I didn’t mean it like that,”

Jack put an arm around Alex and slowly guided him over to the couch, and helped him sit down. Rian and Zack walked over to the couch, and shared a look of concern over Alex’s appearance. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this sick in my life,” Alex muttered, wrapping both arms around his stomach as he slowly leaned his head back, resting it on the back of the couch. 

Jack found an empty trashcan by the door, and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He set both things on the coffee table, then gently took a seat next to his boyfriend, not wanting to upset his stomach more by making the couch suddenly move. 

“Do you think we should cancel the show?” Zack finally asked, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. 

“No, I don’t want to do that. I’m sure that this will pass by the time we’re supposed to go onstage,” Alex replied, a serious look quickly taking over his face. 

“Are you sure, babe? You just said you’ve never felt this bad in your life,” Jack reminded, putting a supportive hand on Alex’s leg. 

“I know, but we haven’t played here in so long, these fans have waited so many years for us to come here, I don’t want to be the reason they have to wait even longer,” Alex continued, determination in his voice. 

“Heath comes first, Alex; if we have to reschedule, then we have to reschedule,” Rian tried, as Alex began to shake his head. 

“No, I’ll be okay, even if we can only do half of our set, that’s still better than nothing,” Alex replied, grimacing as he felt another stomach cramp. 

“Well, if you really want to play, I think we need to get you some medicine or something so you don’t feel as terrible later. I don’t think you could stand for a whole half hour even at this point,” Zack stated, as Alex sighed in defeat. 

“I think you guys might be right, some medicine would probably really help me feel at least a little better. Maybe some ibuprofen and some type of stomach medicine?” 

“We can run to the nearest store and see what we can find. Jack, why don’t you stay here with Alex and make sure he stays alive until we get back,” Rian said, as he and Zack stood up from their seats. 

“Thank you guys, I appreciate it,” Alex said, doing his best to force a smile for his friends. 

“No problem, man. We’ll be back soon, text if you need anything else,” Zack said, before following Rian out of the room, shutting the door behind them. 

Jack scooted closer to Alex and wrapped his arm around Alex’s shoulder, as Alex lowered his head onto Jack’s shoulder. Alex still had both arms wrapped around his stomach, he looked very stiff and uncomfortable. Jack placed a kiss on Alex’s forehead, not minding that there was still some sweat on it. 

“I’m sorry you feel so awful, I hate seeing you like this,” Jack said, bringing his hand up to gently stroke Alex’s hair. 

“I hate feeling like this. I guess there really was something wrong with those noodles I ate earlier. I thought the seasoning was just different, I didn’t think anything was actually undercooked,” Alex replied, leaning more into Jack. 

“Hopefully you’re right, and this will mostly pass by the time we go onstage. I don’t like it when you have to perform when you’re under the weather, it puts so much strain on your body. Hey, why don’t you try drinking some of the water I got for you? If you start to get dehydrated, you’ll just feel even worse, and we might have to go to the emergency room,” Jack warned, carefully leaning without disrupting Alex to grab the bottle of water on the coffee table. 

“That’s a good point, but I don’t know if I can keep anything down right now,” 

“Just try taking some small sips for now. If you can tolerate it, then maybe try to drink more,”

With Jack’s help, Alex reluctantly sat up, and took the opened water bottle from Jack. He cautiously drank two very small sips, then handed the bottle back to Jack. Alex slowly sank back down into the couch, leaning on Jack again, as he wrapped his arms back around his stomach and shut his eyes. 

“You’re probably going to have to drink more than that, y’know. We want you to stay hydrated,” Jack eventually said; even though Alex’s eyes were shut, he still rolled them back into his head. 

“I know, I just don’t think I can right now. I really don’t want to get sick again, and if I drink any more, I know I will. Even just that little bit is making me feel terrible,” Alex replied, feeling the nausea start to build back up in his stomach. 

“Well, go as slow as you need to. If you think you actually need to get sick again, I brought you a trashcan, or I can help you into the bathroom,” Jack offered, screwing the top back on to Alex’s water bottle. 

Alex silently sat next to Jack, doing his best to will the nausea away. He kept his mouth tightly shut, afraid that if he opened it, he would get sick again. After a few minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore, so he quickly bolted up and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Jack stayed on the couch, figuring that Alex wanted some privacy. As he heard his boyfriend get sick on the other side of the door, he sighed; he was in for a long afternoon. 

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“Alex, baby, are you sure that you want to go on? You can barely stand,” Jack asked, slowly helping Alex to his feet in the green room. 

All Time Low were due onstage in five minutes, and Jack was unsure how Alex was going to make it through just one song, much less an entire set. Alex hadn’t been able to keep anything down the entire afternoon, which made Jack incredibly nervous. Between the meet and greet and now, Jack had tried several times to get Alex to agree to canceling the show, but Alex refused. So, despite Jack and the rest of the band’s pleading, the show was going on as planned. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I might not be able to do the full set, but I can probably at least do half of it. These fans have waited years to see us perform, and I’m not going to let them down,” Alex replied, putting a hand to his stomach as he tried to get rid of the dizzy feeling that standing up had caused hm to feel. 

“I know that you really want to give the fans a great show, but your health comes first, I really think-“

“Jack, I’ll be okay, let’s just go out to the stage entrance,”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Jack conceded. He led Alex out of the green room, and over to the stage entrance. When Rian and Zack saw Alex, concerned looks took over their faces, matching the one Jack had. A tech handed Alex his guitar, and Alex gave a small smile as in thanks. 

“Alex, if you start feeling really bad, just tell us and we can figure out what to do. If you need to stop, you can stop,” Rian reminded, trying to hide the worry in his voice. 

“I will, don’t worry. I really want to make this work. Hey, I think it’s time we go on,” Alex replied, as their intro video came to an end. 

Hesitantly, Jack led his bandmates as they took the stage, immediately starting into their first song. As they played, Jack could tell that Alex was struggling, but he was doing a fairly good job at hiding it. His voice sounded like it normally did, and his guitar playing was unaffected. This led Jack to believe that Alex might have actually been right, he might actually be able to push through, and get through at least the majority of the show. 

Jack’s confidence in the situation was quickly shot, though, when Alex quickly ran offstage once they’d played their fourth song on the setlist. He looked to Rian and Zack, feeling a slight sense of panic as he quickly tried to come up with something to tell the fans. 

“Hey, guys, Alex hasn’t been feeling great today, which is why he just ran offstage. I think he’ll be back, but in the meantime, I think we should do a Blink cover! What do you think, boys?” Jack asked, earning cheers from the audience. 

Jack immediately started playing the riff to Dammit, immediately feeling relieved when he heard Zack start to sing the lyrics. As they played the song, Jack kept looking side stage, hoping to see Alex standing there. Towards the end of the song, Alex had finally made his way to the monitor area, his hand on his stomach just like earlier. Once the song had ended, he took a deep breath and put on the biggest smile he could muster, before walking back to his spot onstage. 

“Hey guys, I think Jack already talked about this, but I suddenly got really sick earlier today, and I still am now. I want to play as many songs as we can, and give you all the best show possible. Thank you for bearing with me, and apologies in advance if we have to call it early tonight,” Alex said, earning cheers from the audience. 

“Well, I do know, like, three more Blink songs, so we’ll make it work!” Jack exclaimed, getting some laughter from the crowd. 

As they started into their next song, Jack looked over to Alex, and could tell that his boyfriend felt disappointed in himself. Jack hated that Alex was so upset with himself, he was doing a great job, considering the circumstances. They played two more songs, before Alex bolted offstage again, looking much worse than the first time. 

To buy some time, Jack started to play All The Small Things, hoping that Alex would be able to come back onstage like before. Once the song was over, Jack looked over to the monitors, and saw nervous looks on all the faces of their crew members. 

“I’ll be back, I’m going to check on Alex. Hang out with Rian and Zack for a minute!” Jack exclaimed, before making his way offstage. 

Alex was sitting on a chair right past the monitor area on Jack’s side of the stage, holding a trashcan with one hand, and his stomach with the other. He had his head against the brick wall with his eyes tightly shut. His face was very pale, and he was now dripping sweat. Jack took a deep breath, then kneeled down to Alex’s level, and placed a hand on Alex’s leg to get his attention. 

“Hey, baby, how’re you feeling?” Jack gently asked, as Alex looked over to him. 

“I’ve been better, to be honest. I don’t think I can go back out there tonight,” Alex weakly said, hugging himself tighter. 

“I don’t think you should go back out, and that’s totally okay. I do think you need medical attention, though. You haven’t kept anything down all day, I really don’t want you to get super dehydrated,” 

“One of our crew members called an ambulance as soon as I came back here, it’s on the way now. I want them to wait until you three finish the show, though. I want you to be with me if I have to be at the hospital,” 

“Alex, no, you need to go as soon as you get loaded in. I’m going to tell Rian and Zack what’s going on, and we’ll play two or three more songs, just to give the crowd some closure. As soon as we’re done, I’m going to run off that stage, and get to where you are to be with you. Do you know what hospital they’re going to take you to?”

“Northwestern, it’s about ten minutes away from here. Are you sure that I can’t wait for you?” Alex asked, a sad and scared expression forming on his face. 

Jack was pretty sure that he could see the beginnings of tears form in Alex’s eyes; a sign that Alex felt really terrible. The only times Jack had seen Alex get suddenly emotional like this were when he was either really drunk, or really under the weather. He moved to Alex’s side, and squatted against the wall to put a hand around Alex’s shoulder. 

“I’m sure, you need to get treated as soon as possible. I’ll be right behind you; do you really think I’d make you stay at a random hospital in a foreign country by yourself for an extended period of time, while you’re this out of it? If you end up having to stay overnight, I’ll stay with you the entire time, until you’re discharged, I promise,” Jack assured, placing a kiss on Alex’s warm cheek, before using his thumb to wipe away the couple of tears that had spilled from Alex’s eyes. 

“Normally, I’d say that you don’t have to force yourself to spend the whole night with me in a cramped hospital room, but I’d really appreciate that. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this terrible, and I really don’t want to be alone,”

“Well, you won’t be, I promise. I’m going to get back onstage so we can get through a couple more songs to close everything out, but I’ll be at the hospital as soon as I can be. I’ll see you soon, I love you,”

“I love you, too,”

Jack kissed Alex’s cheek one last time, then apprehensively walked back onstage. He hated to leave Alex like this, even if it was just going to be for a little bit, but he knew that Alex would want them to give the show a proper close for the fans. When he got back to his spot onstage, the crowd started to cheer. 

“Hey everyone, unfortunately, Alex will not be returning tonight, he’s feeling pretty terrible. The three of us will play a couple more songs, but we’re going to have to call it early. We’re so sorry, but I promise that we’ll make it up to you all!” Jack stated, nervous to hear the crowd’s reaction. 

The audience began to chant ‘Feel better, Alex’, much to Jack’s relief. Normally, the fans were very supportive when a show had to end abruptly like this, but there was always the risk of upsetting the whole crowd, and getting a very negative reaction. Jack was happy to hear this, because he knew that Alex could hear it from backstage; Jack hoped that this brought his boyfriend some relief. 

The band started into their second to last song, with Jack and Zack both singing the vocals, with plenty of help from the crowd. Jack felt a little uncomfortable; his microphone was normally turned off, so the audience couldn’t hear him when he sang along off key to the songs, so singing with the intent to be heard was a bit daunting. 

“Alright, this next song is going to be our last for tonight. Like I said, we’re so sorry, Alex is sorry, too, but we’ll be back! Thank you guys for being such a great crowd, and for helping us sing along!”

The band began to play Dear Maria, luckily getting some help from the crowd again. As they played, Jack couldn’t help but anxiously count down until the end of the song, desperately wanting to bolt out of the arena and to where Alex was. He hated that Alex had to go alone, he wanted to be there for his boyfriend so badly. Jack knew that there wasn’t much else that could be done, he just had to get through one last song. Once the song ended, the three of them quickly waved to the crowd, before exiting the stage. 

“Where’s Alex?” Rian asked, looking around for Alex. 

“He’s at Northwestern Hospital, it’s about ten minutes away from here. When I came back here to check on him, our crew had called an ambulance for him, so I bet he’s already there,” Jack replied, feeling a sense of panic start to arise in himself again. 

“Do you want to go ahead and go over there? Rian and I can go back to the hotel and get some of your all’s things; I assume that if Alex has to stay overnight, that you’ll be staying with him?” Zack proposed. 

“Yeah, I’m going to stay over with him if he has to stay. I think I’m going to take you up on that offer, so I can get over there. Can you grab our phone chargers, some comfortable clothing for me, and some hygiene products? When I get there, I’ll text the room number that he’s in,” Jack continued, beginning to order himself an Uber to the hospital. 

“Sounds good, we’ll get over there as soon as we can. If you think of anything else you need, just let us know. Everything’s going to be fine, Jack,” Rian said, placing a supportive hand on Jack’s shoulder, sensing his worry. 

“Thanks, man. I’ll see you guys soon,”

Jack quickly made his way to the back door of the venue, where he selected for his Uber driver to pick him up. He watched the GPS tracking the driver like a hawk, feeling like he was crawling out of his skin from the anxiety. Whenever Alex had a health concern on the road, it always made Jack nervous, but this was different; Jack had never seen Alex so unwell in all their years of touring, and he hated that this had to happen while they were on the other side of the world. After a couple minutes, a car that matched the description of Jack’s Uber pulled up, so Jack walked over to the car and opened the door to the back seat. 

“Uber for Jack?” The driver asked, as Jack slid into the seat. 

“Yes, that’s correct,” Jack replied, as the driver started to drive. 

The ride was dead silent; partly due to the language barrier between Jack and the driver, but mostly due to the anxiety that Jack was feeling. He tried to calm himself down, he knew that being super anxious wasn’t going to help Alex feel better, and that being calm would likely be better for Alex, but he just couldn’t get the feelings of worry and concern to completely go away. 

After about ten minutes, the driver pulled up in front of the hospital, where Jack almost opened the door before the car was parked. He said a quick thank you, then rushed into the main entrance of the emergency room, and over to the receptionist desk. 

“How can I help you?” The receptionist asked, making a slightly concerned face at Jack’s nervous demeanor and slightly messy post-show appearance. 

“Hi, my boyfriend was brought here not too long ago, I was hoping to see him. His name is Alex Gaskarth, and his date of birth is December fourteenth, nineteen eighty seven,” Jack sputtered out, his speech sounding like word vomit. 

“Okay, he is in room eleven forty-three. Go down that hallway over there, it’s on the left side, about halfway down the hall,”

“Great, thank you. Two more people will probably be coming soon to see him, as well. Their names are Rian Dawson and Zack Merrick, just to let you know,” Jack replied, already starting to walk away from the desk, and over towards the hallway. 

“Thank you for letting me know, I’ll send them that way once they arrive,”

Jack pulled out his phone, sending Rian and Zack a text with the room number, before bolting down the hallway. He carefully looked at the room numbers on the doors, not wanting to skip Alex’s room in his frantic search. Eventually, he found room eleven forty-three, causing a bit of relief to wash over him. After lightly knocking on the door, he opened it up and walked inside, immediately closing it back behind him. 

Alex was sitting up in his bed, with a blanket on top of him, and his eyes shut. There was a light pink basin sitting on his lap, and he had an IV in his arm. Jack felt an odd combination of relief and anxiety; he was relieved that Alex had gotten such quick treatment, but seeing him in a hospital bed looking so weak was certainly a bit jarring. He quietly walked over to the side of Alex’s bed and gently took his hand, getting his attention. He slowly turned his head and opened his eyes, a small smile forming on his face when he saw Jack. 

“Hey, baby, how’re you doing?” Jack gently asked, starting to stroke Alex’s hand with his thumb. 

“Better now that I’m here, but I still don’t feel great. How was the rest of the show? I heard the crowd chanting for me to feel better, and I heard a little bit of the song you guys did right after you were with me backstage. The ambulance came after the first chorus,” Alex replied, tightening his grip on Jack’s hand. 

“I’m glad that you went ahead and came here. I hate that I couldn’t be with you on the ride over, but you definitely made the right choice. Rian and Zack are going to come here to bring us a couple things, like phone chargers and some clothes. Do you know if they’re keeping you overnight?”

Jack pulled up a recliner chair that was in the corner of the room, and brought it over to the bedside. He sat in it, then took Alex’s hand again. 

“Yeah, I think so, they want to make sure that I’m getting fluids; I think they’ll discharge me in the morning if all is going well. The doctor came in here right before you did, they think it’s food poisoning, too. I can’t believe I ate undercooked seafood,” 

“Me too, I can’t believe we didn’t realize it while we were at the street food market. Regardless, I’m just glad that you’re here, getting good care. Have you gotten sick again since you’ve been here?” Jack asked, looking over to the empty basin on Alex’s lap. 

“I did in the ambulance, but not since getting in here. My stomach still doesn’t feel right, but I don’t feel as insanely nauseous as I did earlier. I’m hoping that the worst of it is behind me now,” Alex replied, readjusting himself in his bed so he could see Jack better. 

“I hope so, too. You had me really worried, babe,” Jack continued, trying to keep his emotions under control as he looked at Alex in his eyes. 

“I know, I’m really sorry. Thank you for taking such good care of me back at the venue, I’m so lucky to have you, I love you so much,”

“I love you, too,”

Jack stood up from his chair, and placing a few kisses on Alex’s forehead, making them both smile. After sitting back down, Jack took a look at Alex’s vitals on the screen behind him. 

“Are those numbers normal?” Jack asked, making Alex laugh. 

“I guess so, no one’s come rushing in here to do something about them. But, what do I know, I didn’t go to college,” Alex replied, as Jack began to laugh. 

“Well, hopefully it’s all fine. Do you want me to put something on the TV?” Jack offered, to which Alex nodded. 

Jack grabbed the remote that was attached to Alex’s bed, and turned on the TV. He scrolled through the channel guide, until they found a rerun of a movie that they both liked. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, followed by the door being opened by Rian and Zack. 

“Hey guys, how’re you feeling, Alex?” Rian asked, as he and Zack went on the opposite side of Alex’s bed from Jack. 

“Better than earlier today, but still not great. Thank you guys so much for bringing us some clothes and stuff, you’re both the best,” Alex said, a small smile on his face. 

“Of course, man. Are you staying overnight?” Zack asked, setting down the bag that he’d put together for his friends. 

“Yeah, they want to make sure that I’m getting hydrated and stuff. I should get to go home in the morning, as long as nothing crazy happens tonight,” Alex replied. 

“Good, then you’ll have a good few days to rest up before the next show. I can’t believe you went onstage for the time that you did earlier, you looked really terrible,” Rian continued. 

“I don’t know how I did either, to be honest. Thank you guys for wrapping up the show after I had to leave, I appreciate it,” 

“No problem, it was fun getting to play some Blink songs, I just wish it could’ve been under better circumstances,” Zack said, earning a small laugh from Alex. 

“Hey, I think we’re going to head out, so you guys can have your time together. If either of you need something, please just text us. This hospital isn’t super far from our hotel, so we can come back if we need to. Send us a text in the morning about if Alex is getting discharged or not, we’re happy to help with that however you need us, too,” Rian said, walking over towards the door. 

“Sounds good, thank you guys again,” Alex replied, a grateful smile on his face. 

“No problem, man. Rest up and feel better, we’ll see you in the morning,” Zack replied, before following Rian out of the room, shutting the door behind them. 

As the door shut, Jack looked over to his boyfriend, and could tell that Alex was starting to feel very tried. 

“Hey, are you getting tired, babe?” Jack asked, as Alex slowly turned his head towards him. 

“A little bit, to be honest. Would you be upset if I went to sleep soon? I know you just got here, and you’re going to be here all night,” Alex asked.

“Of course not, babe. You need to rest so you can feel better. I’ll be here with you all night, so if you need anything, please just wake me up, so I can help you. Let me get myself set up really quick, get yourself comfortable in the meantime,”

Jack quickly changed out of his stage clothes, and into the sweats that his friends had packed them. He plugged his phone and Alex’s into the chargers, then went back over to the recliner chair. Jack lowered the head of Alex’s bed a bit, then turned the lights off and the TV volume down, before getting back into his chair, and grabbing Alex’s hand through the rails of his bed. His arm was in a bit of an awkward angle, but he didn’t care, if it brought Alex even just a little bit of comfort. 

“Is your arm okay? There’s no way that you’re comfortable like that,” Alex pointed out, looking down at Jack’s hand in his. 

“I’ll be okay, I just want you know that I’m here. Don’t worry about me,” Jack assured, as Alex smiled at him. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me today, you really are the best. I love you so much,” Alex said, sleep already very noticeable in his voice. 

“You never have to thank me, babe. I love you so much, I’m just glad that you’re doing a bit better now. Like is said, if you need anything at all tonight, wake me up, okay?” Jack reminded, settling into his chair. 

“I will, thank you,”

Alex’s words came out much more slurred this time; Jack knew that he would be asleep within seconds. Jack began to stroke Alex’s hand with his thumb like he’d been doing earlier, hoping that it brought his boyfriend some comfort. After just a few minutes, Jack started to hear heavier breathing coming from Alex, a telltale sound that he was asleep. Even though Jack still felt some nagging concern about his boyfriend, he was relieved that Alex was on the mend. He watched the movie that was on the TV for a bit, until a peaceful sleep took over.

Hello! I got a request for this fic on Tumblr, and it turned out to be way longer than I was initially expecting it would be! For those of you who have read my work for a while, you know that stories like this are what I initially started writing several years ago, so it was fun to kind of throw it back with this story! I'm really trying to write and post more often, but I am still the only one in my department at my job, so there are days when I come home from work and just want to do nothing, which has made it hard to be as consistent as I'd like to be. I've made it a goal to write more, though, so hopefully I'll have another fic up somewhat soon! As always, please feel free to send in requests if you have them, I love writing them! Thank you for reading, it means the world, especially after all these years. Lots of love, Liv.