#whatever its fine i’ll just make tumblr posts about it until i can be arsed to kill myself

[the-casbah-way]

i’m so burnt out every time i wake up the idea of going outside and pretending to be a functional adult is so unbearable i just want to stay in bed all day so i can be in my own head because the world i have invented there is the only one in which i can find any kind of peace or comfort and it’s because i don’t exist in that version of the world. i’m not compatible with reality and i’m not compatible with normal people and it takes so much out of me to keep functioning that once i get home and peel it all back there is literally nothing left. it’s so annoying because even though i constantly wish i was dead it’s not because i actually want to die because i don’t want to die at all. i just want to stop feeling like this all the time and i want to exist in a world that isn’t so overwhelming and horrible and confusing for me and if i could just take the time off that i need to rest and decompress when i’m overstimulated and burnt out then i’d probably be ok. but the real world is just relentless and if you want to get a degree and hold down a job you’re not allowed to stop so i guess i have to just do this until it kills me

[illfoandillfie]

Promise

Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy

Warnings: Implied smut and some Feelings talk but honestly it’s pretty tame.

Words: 1,413

A/N: It’s Aggressively Arospec Week! So, as promised, I’m going to be posting a few blurbs/short one shots and things during the coming week to celebrate, all of them taking place within my Platonically verse. All of the posts will be tagged as “platonically event” in case you want to find them later (or block the tag)

This first one is inspired by a song - Promise by The Novel Ideas. I think it was probably written with a more romantic relationship in mind but theres a few lyrics in there that I choose to interpret as queerplatonic, and that especially reminded me of Ben and Reader in Platonically.

Ben’s house was a comforting place. You’d always felt comfortable there, since you’d first become friends with Ben, but especially after you got together. It was bigger than your place for one, an actual house and not a rundown flat you had to share to afford, though it was still fairly small. Its yard was almost non-existent but there was a scrap out the back that caught the sun in the afternoons. More than once you and however many friends had huddled there on wintery afternoons to warm up or else sprawled out in as few layers as you could get away with hoping the mercury wouldn’t rise much higher. So, after a day mostly spent indoors, huddled at your computers, you and Ben decided it might be nice to take a picnic rug out into the sunshine to relax before you had to worry about dinner. Of course, when Ben suggested the idea he chose to use the phrase, “boost our vitamin D levels” and you thought he was insinuating something else entirely.   “Well if that’s really what you want,” he laughed, pretending to reach for the waistband of his joggers.

Instead you stuck to his original idea, grabbing a fuzzy orange blanket from his wardrobe and laying it out over the patchy grass, throwing a couple of pillows down on top so your heads at least would be comfortable. For a while you just sort of did your own things near each other. Ben was preparing for a new movie so took the opportunity to read over the information he had and sections of the script, occasionally muttering to himself or highlighting something important (nearly always almost dropping his phone onto his face). And you happily stretched out beside him, relishing the warmth of the sun as you played games on your phone and scrolled through Tumblr. But, the lower in the sky the sun got, the closer together you moved until the sky was tinted with pink and you were laying perpendicular to each other, your head resting on his stomach. With a sigh, Ben set aside his phone and looked up at the wispy clouds moving across the sky. You knew what he was thinking about though he stayed quiet. “How long before you go?” “We start shooting in two weeks but I fly out a little before that just so I can get settled and meet everyone and there’s time to do any prep stuff before filming actually begins.” He paused but realised he hadn’t really answered you, “twelve days,” “Thats ages away,” you said with a soft laugh though you both knew the time would go by quickly. It wouldn’t be the first time you waved Ben off at the airport, but it would be the first time since you’d decided to be queerplatonic partners. Something about it made you a little sad, knowing you wouldn’t have your best friend by your side for the few months it took to film the movie, but it wasn’t the end of the world and you were excited on his behalf too.   Ben sighed again, less audibly than before but you could feel it in the way his stomach and chest moved so you rolled over to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow, studying the pensive expression he wore and determining he needed cheering up.   “I expect you to bring me back a present,” He smiled, his eyes drifting from the sky down to you as he let his head turn to the side, “I’ll keep that in mind,” “And I don’t mean something crappy like sweets or whatever junk you usually bring me. That was fine before but there has to be some sort of perk since I’m your partner now. I mean, everyone thinks I’m your girlfriend so you really have no choice here, you have to bring me something good.” The smile slowly spread until Ben was laughing, “Okay, something good it is then.” You giggled along with him, ignoring the patch of hard dirt under your elbow until you couldn’t any longer and instead rolled onto your back so you could lie beside him and let him wrap you up in his arms. And for a little while that was enough. It was close to being too warm, hot as you were from laying in the sun, but you didn’t mind, content in the knowledge that Ben was happy too.

Slowly his grip loosened until it was just his palm rubbing gently over your stomach and side, his thoughts back where they’d been before, “If I’d known I wouldn’t have auditioned for the movie,” “What?” “If I’d known things between us would work. At the time I kinda figured it was a good excuse in case asking you out ruined shit. I could just lay low for a few weeks and then dip, give you some space. But now it kinda feels like a mistake.” “Are you kidding? It’s a great roll, Ben, and you’re going to be amazing in it.” “Yeah I know, and I am excited about it,” “I’d hope so since it means you get to go to Greece,” He gave another soft chuckle at that, “Yeah that’s definitely part of my excitement. And it will be fun. But things are really good with you. Like really good. And I don’t want to ruin that by leaving.” You understood where he was coming from but still felt he was being a bit ridiculous, “You better not be getting romantically sentimental on me. It’s not like we live in the Regency period and have to rely on letters in the post or whatever. And besides, we’re not romantically involved so it’s a bit stupid for you to get all depressed about going.” You gave him a poke in the ribs for good measure.   “I promise I’m not,” there was an audible lift in his voice, “I just feel very protective of you. I don’t want you to be sad.” “Uhhhh, I’m going to be house sitting for you so there’s no chance of me being sad. I’ll have this place to myself and I am definitely going to enjoy it. Playing music as loud as I want, eating my way through your stash of chocolate, playing all your video games whenever I want. Able to be loud when I masturbate. No need to worry about accidentally waking up a roommate or walking in on her giving her boyfriend a bj. Fucking paradise really.” Ben snorted at the last bit and squeezed you tight again before kissing your temple, “Okay, sad isn’t a problem then. But I also don’t want you to realise I’m not necessary.” It was your turn to snort though it was less about amusement and more about how daft Ben sounded, “But you aren’t necessary.” “Way to make a guy feel special Y/N,” “No it’s a good thing. Like, being aro, I know I don’t need a relationship of any kind and, honestly, I’d be happy being single. I was happy being single for a long time. I have no desire for a relationship. But I want to be with you anyway. It doesn’t matter that I don’t feel a particular way for you. I just like you so much and think you’re such a good friend and we have so much fun that I’m happy with you. And I don’t want to stop being with you. You being in Greece isn’t going to change that.” “Guess I never thought of it like that. Kinda sweet actually.” “Plus, y’know, we’re pretty great at sex, right?” “Oh definitely great at it.”

It was much darker by then, the sun hanging low in the sky, but you barely noticed as Ben’s lips met yours, soft and comforting at first though neither of you seemed to want to be the one to stop the kiss. So neither of you did stop it. Instead you both shifted around to make it easier, eventually settling with his knee between your legs, giving you something to rock against as his arms loosened and his hands slid down to cup your arse. You knew you would miss him while he was away. He was your best friend so of course you would. But you weren’t worried. And you hoped you could at least distract Ben from whatever worries he had about it, if not cure them entirely.   “It’s getting dark Benny, you wanna move this inside? Think I’m a little low on Vitamin D.”

[early-sxnsets]

No Wait Unblock Me

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43133210

Chapter 2/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster

Word Count: 1580

Chapter Summary: Simon and Baz finally get to "mutuals" status.

BAZ

For the third time today, I see a similar notification slide through my drop down.

bi-sammy sent you a picture

Part of me initially wants to sigh, roll my eyes, and swipe it away, because apparently part of me wishes to be alone for the rest of my life. Thankfully, the reasonable, tiny sliver of my mind makes sure I don’t make such a mistake.

Given the situation, one would think we’d parted ways. He makes a post, we stop the argument, all is fair in fandom and war. Except, now I believe Snow has grown under an impression that after one exchange, it qualifies us for somewhat of a friendship, and therefore reason to send me memes. Don’t get me wrong, memes are a fantastic waste of time and barely a waste of energy, but it’s strange that he’s not fucking off like most people.

Maybe I’m used to others being scared of me.

Maybe I’m used to others following my tactics of scaring them away.

Whatever I’ve done hasn’t worked, since this arse is immune to my attempts at coldness and mild animosity. I’m starting to suspect there’s something genuinely wrong with him, like he doesn’t get enough love and attention.

Guess that makes two of us.

I guess I somewhat crave this friendship. I’ll speak the truth to that and say yes, I smile when his memes pop up. They’re almost always fandom, and definitely made on Photoshop. This one, I see as I tap and let it load, is the crudely drawn Kirby graphic shoving burgers into his mouth, but over Kirby is photoshopped a picture of Huxley’s face and the burgers are Sam's ass.

It’s all poorly done and, sadly, extremely endearing.

My thumbs hover over my keyboard, cheeks creasing as I stare down at the picture. I lay back against my pillows, the curtains drawn and my hair pulled out of my face. It’s quite lonely; my life’s a sterile mixture of quarantined education and age old settled dust in my ancient room. It’s nice to have his somewhat obnoxious messages pop onto my screen, but it feels so odd. So foreign, and barely understood.

I want to understand.

gaystrell: why are you still messaging me?

I get an answer not even a minute later.

bi-sammy: do you want me to stop?

I don’t even hesitate to send out a reply, feeling a steadily growing lump in my throat, choking me mindless.

gaystrell: no.

bi-sammy: then why did you ask?

gaystrell: i just

gaystrell: don’t get it

bi-sammy: get what?

gaystrell: why you’d want to talk to me

bi-sammy: because youre cool

gaystrell: vexing me won’t get you “street cred”, if that’s what you’re after

bi-sammy: shit no wait that’s not what i meant

bi-sammy: dont block me fukc wait

bi-sammy: id just meant that you wrote all that shit and i thought it was really cool and

bi-sammy: i dont know

bi-sammy: i thought we could be friends since you did all that

bi-sammy: ill stop if you want me to

gaystrell: calm down you’re clogging my notifs

gaystrell: do that again and i /will/ block you

gaystrell: but………. if you actually do want to be friends i suppose i’m willing to give forth a little attention

bi-sammy: im osrry i dont speak posh cunt

gaystrell: too bad, blocked

bi-sammy: no wait unblock me

gaystrell: fine last chance

bi-sammy: bitch

gaystrell: b l o c k e d

bi-sammy: no but,,,,,,, i do want to be friends

I’m smiling like a fucking loon, scrolling through our brief exchange. It’s strange. Most people aren’t upfront about wanting to talk, or wanting someone to talk with. Wanting a friend, even. I have the people follow me and ask me questions, and of that only a small handful of those who actually interact eith me (and even in that, we usually only speak to give each other a helping hand).

And despite that, here’s someone who wants to try.

I suck my lower lip into my mouth, trying to think of my course of actions.

There’s a simple one I can take now (and probably should’ve taken as an initiative). I click his icon, and click “Follow” on his page.

It doesn’t take very long before I get a notification come through, starting that he mentioned me in a post.

It isn’t very long, but it gets its point across in the best way possible. It’s just a mobile screenshot, reading “gaystrell started following bi-sammy” with a quick caption.

god himself entered the groupchat. how do i block him?

SIMON

I wonder what it’d be like to see me in the moment. It’s a real shame Penn wasn’t around to capture it, since I’m in the middle of French class, but I must’ve smiled so stupidly that it caught the attention of the professor. He gave me a stern look until I set down my mobile.

The moment he turned away, I opened it back up and grinned.

At first, I didn’t believe what I was seeing. Him. Following me.

Us. Mutuals. Mutuals.

Of course I had to screenshot and post as a brag (barely humble, more metaphorically sucking my own knob for all my followers to see). Nobody really cares, as expected.

Well, nobody except the single message from none other than Mr. Bitch.

gaystrell: blocked. unfollowed. reported. waste of space.

My smile creases back my cheeks as they flush pink. I send back a quick message before turning my mobile over, foot tapping double the speed of the analogue on the wall.

bi-sammy: ;)

BAZ

He winked. Interesting.

I’m out of breath.

Fuck?

I lay my phone flat away from me, face down as I squint at my wall. I should respond in a composed fashion. I have to be clever, and not one-upping him is never an option. After all, does this qualify as flirting? Friendly banter? What am I doing with this random fucking bloke that I don’t even have a face to put to?

He’s my age. Roughly. Yes?

I check his tumblr again, as if I hadn’t just read his bio earlier.

simon // he/him // 17 // hold my fucking hand (please)

Maybe he’s just straight and I’m misreading it. Yes. Probably. Aren’t most people straight? Is that still a fact? (I highly doubt it, given how boring that must be.) But he winked at me. Somewhat prompted, I’ll give him that, but it was still a fucking wink.

I wink in texts to Dev and Niall too, though, but that’s different, isn’t it? I’d never snog either of them (especially fucking Dev), but hey. If unfaced internet boy asked for a snog, would I?

I’m too wrapped up and starved for human interaction to properly deal with this.

gaystrell: i will carry on with my threats, snow

There it is. Perfectly biting, while not being entirely rejecting. Maybe I’m better at this than I thought.

Or, perhaps, I’m worse, because even an hour and a half after sending the text, he’s silent.

I remind myself every few minutes that he most likely attends an actual school and has classes, but it makes my chest ache in the most unfair way every time my mobile tempts me with an unrelated notification.

I work myself to the point of moping down in the kitchen, slumping against the fridge whilst watching Vera make tea. She’s relatively silent, knowing better than anybody to leave me to sulk.

“You’re a drama queen,” she tuts, looking over me. Granted, I dress like a slob and borderline haunt this godforsaken mansion, but I feel as though that makes me entitled to being the way I am.

“I’m lonely,” I sigh, head resting against the fridge. It hums beside me, the chromed metal cooling my cheek. “Am I not granted a dramatic spell every now and then?”

“Not unprovoked.”

I set a hand against the handle, then let it drop. I’m not hungry. “What if it was provoked?”

“Is it?”

Instinctively, I pull out my phone and click it on. Nothing. “Perhaps.”

Vera frowns at me, walking over and setting a hand on my arm. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?”

My eyes slowly roll as I push myself off the appliance, standing upright. “Physically, yes. Don’t fuss. It’s just… online shit.”

“You spend too much time on the phone,” she sighs, letting go and going back to the tea as she fixes me a mug. “Don’t you think you’d be happier to disconnect from social media for a day or two? Go on a walk, see nature?”

I snort, looking outside. “And what? Trip and bust open my knee? That’d wind me back up in care for at least a few days.”

“You act like you’re made of paper and glass.” She offers over my mug, letting my fingers wind around the handle before she shakes her head.

“I might as well be,” I huff down before thanking her and blowing on my tea.

Once I leave back up to my room, I realise it's somehow more depressing in here over the kitchen with Vera’s disapproval of technology rantings. At least she’s some sort of company.

As I’m sipping my tea, I go back to scrolling on my laptop as a notif pops up, jarring me with the sound but letting me breathe again.

bi-sammy: why do you know my last name smh

I exhale slowly, smiling to myself.

gaystrell: you commented on my google doc, you idiot

[javocjovian]

The Angel Who Would Be Human

______________

So I had an idea for a prompt and the resulting scene took a life of its own. I posted the first part on Tumblr, then realized I never posted the end. So here it is!

Supernatural Couples Prompt: A powerful entity has turned someone of your choosing into a human (or if they’re already human, into an angel/demon). The curse will only last for a week. Pick your favorite couple, or experiment with a new one.

Part One/My Earlier Post

Read the whole thing on Archive of Our Own!

The Angel Who Would Be Human, a.k.a. Gabrizar Aww Yiss 

Balthazar had always tried to humor humans. Or at least, he always tried to try. Some of them were just so stupid that Balthazar couldn’t help but write them off as a lost cause. But as it turned out, they were all right about one very important thing that even Balthazar had to acknowledge he’d been too stupid to see: 

Naps were amazing.

Seriously, they were better than sex.

Okay, maybe not sex. But speaking of…

Balthazar sat up and looked around for Gabriel. He remembered falling asleep with Gabriel atop him, half naked and gorgeous (Gabriel was pretty sexy, too), but then he couldn’t remember anything until he’d woken up feeling so good that he wasn’t even angry at the Fates any more.

Scratch that. He’d still smite them, but not now. Now, he wanted to find Gabriel.

Balthazar stretched luxuriously and got to his feet. The fire was still crackling, and cool afternoon light spilled in through the window. The rain and thunder had stopped, and the sky was now steely and cold. Balthazar didn’t bother tying his robe. He heard Gabriel’s voice around the corner and headed that way. Gabriel had much more important things to do than answering phone calls. Namely, Balthazar.

Balthazar stepped into the kitchen, shamelessly elegant and tousled-haired. He called out to Gabriel, who was sitting at a table talking quietly.

“Oh lover, I couldn’t help but notice that bathtub of yours is roughly the size of a baby hippopotamus and has some wonderful looking whirlpool jets...” He hummed, sweeping his tanned arms around Gabriel’s neck, “Perhaps you and I should… oh.” He paused.

Castiel was sitting at the opposite end of the table.

There was an audible pause in which none of the three men seemed able to look away from each other. Gabriel had been having a meeting, a very much in-person and in-clothing meeting, with none other than Castiel. And for some reason, there was a grocery bag full of peaches on the table, plus three more at Castiel’s feet.

Balthazar took a breath, then went on as if nothing had happened, “...Like I was saying, break out the bubble bath and try to see how many times we can f...”

“Hello, Balthazar.”

“...ck in one day?” Balthazar smiled, then let his attentions slide to Castiel, “Oh, hello Castiel. Didn’t see you there.”

“You were just looking at...”

“Castiel.” Gabriel interjected, looking like it was costing him all of his strength not to grin wickedly. He gave Balthazar a sly wink.

Balthazar beamed.

Castiel looked a little nauseous.

“As you can see, I am incredibly busy at the moment...” Gabriel continued.

“So busy.” Balthazar emphasized.

“...so, like I said, I cannot help you.” Gabriel said, idly touching Balthazar’s arm.

Balthazar smirked, then stood back up and strode to the refrigerator, “Oh don’t mind me, I’ll just be making tea.”

Castiel blinked like he’d gotten something stuck in his eye, “Could you… could you at least close your robe?”

“No.” Balthazar and Gabriel said in unison. Gabriel sounded defiant, Balthazar politely unperturbed.

“Cream? Sugar?” Balthazar offered.

Castiel could have sworn Balthazar winked at him. He looked determinedly at Gabriel, who was now outright grinning in pride.

“You told me you’d been stabbed… by a monkey king’s spear.”

Gabriel feigned forgetfulness, “Oh right… right. Well. No. As it turns out, I actually have a social life, Castiel, unlike you. So if you don’t mind...”

“Gabriel.” Castiel said firmly, “We need. Those weapons. All of heaven needs your cooperation.” He said, “I also… I brought you peaches.”

Gabriel looked touched.

“Right-o. Thanks, Cas.” Balthazar swiped a peach off the table and put it in his mouth.

Castiel glanced at him, then quickly looked away in alarm. He was exactly waist height with Balthazar, “Gabriel.” He repeated.

“Alright! Alright. Jeez, Cas. You sound like a broken record.” Gabriel scooted his chair back in annoyance, “But can’t it wait? Please?” He tilted his head.

Balthazar returned to the table and put a steaming cup front of Gabriel, then one in front of Castiel. He leaned back against the counter and sipped his tea, looking imploringly at Castiel.

Castiel’s eyes shifted between the two of them. He sighed, “Fine! You have one week.”

Gabriel and Balthazar looked delighted.

“Very sporting of you, Cas.” Balthazar said, “Really. I am in your debt.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. He drank his tea, more to have something to do other than look at the determinedly half-nude angel and the Archangel flirting with him across the table. But then he noticed something odd. Aside from the obvious...

“Too much cream?” Balthazar noticed.

“No.” Castiel squinted, “Your neck. What happened to it?”

Balthazar touched his neck reflexively, but it was Gabriel’s wide-eyed look that enlightened him, “Really, Cas, I don’t know what...” Balthazar had hickeys on his neck, “Ah. Right. Well you see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much...”

“I’m the daddy...” Gabriel interjected quietly.

“Is that so…?” Balthazar raised his brows.

Castiel cleared his throat, “No, no. I know about that. The uh… the pizza man showed me.”

Gabriel and Balthazar forgot their flirtatious argument immediately and stared at Castiel in intrigue.

“I mean,” Castiel resumed, “Why do you still have bruises?”

Balthazar understood Castiel’s meaning at once.

“I’m just that good, Castiel.” Gabriel winked and sipped his tea.

It looked like Castiel was ready to accept that Gabriel had some sort of stronger effect in that regard than Castiel had been aware of, be it from his Archangel grace or from… experience. But then something else clicked in Castiel’s head, “Balthazar.” “Yes?”

“I thought I heard… was it you who ran into the eldest sister of Fate this morning?”

Balthazar gave Gabriel a subtle glance. He wasn’t sure why he’d done it, but in the next moment Gabriel was covering for him, and it made Balthazar tingle in all the right places.

“Well that looks like all the time we have.” Gabriel cut off Castiel’s questioning, “As you know by now I have a tub with Jacuzzi jets, an incredibly sexy angel (present company excluded), and a week without your puppy-dog eyes dogging me left and right.”

For a moment, Castiel seemed concerned that there was something wrong with his eyes, “Right. Right. One week.” He reiterated.

“And what a week that will be.” Balthazar agreed, “Now I suggest you shoo, Castiel.” He tipped him off, “Unless of course...”

Gabriel and Balthazar shared a look, then Gabriel suddenly lifted a brow curiously at Castiel.

Balthazar looked politely intrigued.

Castiel, however, was speechless, “I… huh? Wait. You don’t mean...” His face fell, “You do. Uh… oh, no. I should go.” He suddenly nodded in agreement, rising to his feet with his tea cup still in hand.

Gabriel was grinning again.

“Have.” An awkward pause, “Fun...” Castiel expressed a look of inner turmoil before he poofed out of the room, and off the continent.

Gabriel sighed, “Finally!”

“Yes, finally.” Balthazar said, then put a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder suggestively, “But you should know I’m not calling you ‘daddy’.”

“Oh...” Gabriel chuckled, getting up and examining Balthazar closely, “I’ll have you saying all kinds of things, baby.” He flirted. He was leading a more than willing Balthazar away from the kitchen when, “Wait...” Gabriel looked at the peaches on the table and the bags on the floor, realizing something, “He took my cup!”

“It’s just a cup, love.” Balthazar husked.

“But…!”

“C’mon, let’s…. Just… I’ll buy you a new one.”

Gabriel let Balthazar lovingly pry him out of the kitchen, leaving two unfinished cups of tea in the kitchen, and a lot of peaches. He coaxed him with kisses all the way into the bathroom, until Gabriel had forgotten he ever owned tea cups in the first place.

Gabriel kissed Balthazar with a slow kind of passion. Once they were inside the cool lit room, he gave Balthazar’s robe a swift pull down his back, and Balthazar let it fall to the tile floor, “You tease.” Gabriel purred, sliding his hands up Balthazar’s firm chest, “Do you know how badly I wanted to do that the whole time Cas was here?” His eyes raked over Balthazar’s nude body.

“You should have. He might’ve left sooner.” Balthazar held back a laugh, leaning into Gabriel.

“I don’t know… you saw his face when we suggested he stay.”

Balthazar really did laugh this time, “Can you imagine, a threesome with Heaven’s most prudent angel?” He asked, pulling up Gabriel’s shirt.

“That’s a nice way of saying ‘a stick up his ass’.” Gabriel took his shirt off and threw it aside.

“You’re just thinking about putting things up my arse.”

“Can you blame me? I mean, have you seen your ass?”

“Yes I have, thank-you-very-much.” Balthazar smirked.

Gabriel kissed him, bare chest to bare chest, as he backed Balthazar right into the edge of the tub. He pressed his denim into Balthazar’s cock and Balthazar hummed happily, grabbing hold of Gabriel’s rear. Gabriel reached around Balthazar and turned the tub on blindly.

The faucet spring to life, filling the room with warm and the sound of rushing water, “It takes longer than normal. Bigger tub and all.” Gabriel spoke between kisses.

“Whatever shall we do with the time?” Balthazar sighed, rolling his body into Gabriel’s. He opened the kiss and tasted Gabriel’s tongue, earning a shiver of arousal from Gabriel.

They made out as the tub filled, caressing and tasting each other in the billowing steam. Balthazar’s hands reached Gabriel’s jeans button and he began undoing his pants.

“I say, we take nice, hot bath. Get a bite to eat. Then spend the next week fucking each other senseless in front of my fireplace.” Gabriel suggested casually.

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Balthazar said, “You’re such a romantic, Gabriel.” Whether he was being sarcastic or not, Gabriel couldn’t tell, but Balthazar kissed him with such passion that Gabriel didn’t think it mattered.

Gabriel pressed another button behind Balthazar and the jets turned on, turning the tub into a bubbling whirlpool. Gabriel let Balthazar disrobe him (Balthazar was very happy to find that Gabriel wasn’t wearing underwear), then the two of them sunk into the bubbles.

The tub was biggest enough for the two of them to fit without touching, but they cuddled up anyway; Balthazar with his arm around Gabriel’s shoulders, and Gabriel with his arm under Balthazar’s waist. It was so warm and relaxing. The skylight above showed gray clouds moving across the sky, and Balthazar couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be.

Soon, the jets and the water and Balthazar lying regal and naked in his arms was too much for Gabriel, and he slid atop Balthazar, straddling him in the water.

Balthazar no longer had the stamina of an angel, however, so he decided to repay Gabriel’s favor from that morning. He hoisted Gabriel’s ass up out of the water and sat up. Gabriel had no objections whatsoever. So with a sultry look from Balthazar, he lowered his lips around Gabriel’s cock and sucked him into his mouth. Gabriel’s eyes fluttered shut as Balthazar the human gave him a blowjob in the heat of the bath.

“Oh fuck, Balth...” Gabriel’s lips parted in satisfaction.

Balthazar hummed in interest as he became intimate with the shape of Gabriel’s cock. He licked and sucked and swallowed him as easily as he’d eaten that peach. In fact, the taste mixed quite well with Gabriel’s musk. It was delicious.

Gabriel’s head was soon tilted back, his hands gripping the tub’s ledge behind him. A steady slew of curses fell off his gaping lips. It felt like Balthazar was sucking the grace out of him.

Balthazar smiled internally. He loved the way Gabriel leaned back, exposing himself completely to Balthazar. He even loved the way Gabriel rolled his hips slightly and grabbed his hair. He sucked him with steadily growing fervor. He couldn’t get enough of Gabriel’s cock, and Gabriel couldn’t stop moaning.

“Fuck yeah, oh fuck, oh shit, Balth...” Gabriel’s body was tight and sweating in the steam.

Balthazar slid his wet hands up Gabriel’s body, loving every inch of it. He took Gabriel out of his mouth for a moment, supplementing the motions with his hand, “You’ve such a nice cock, Gabriel.” He flicked his tongue over the tip and Gabriel shuttered, staring at him wide-eyed. There was something so carelessly sexy about Balthazar’s voice in that moment, “I think I’ll have it in me later, with your permission of course.” He said.

Gabriel nodded numbly, “Yeah… oh fuck, yeah.” Then Balthazar swallowed him back into his mouth and Gabriel groaned, “Oh you so have my permission holy fuck.”

Balthazar hummed in amusement at that sentiment. Holy fuck, indeed. He caressed Gabriel's balls with his free hand, working his cock until Gabriel’s whole body was shaking. Gabriel was practically vibrating from head to toe with pleasure. There was something so erotic about the way Balthazar so carelessly and elegantly blew him. Gabriel couldn’t stand it.

“Shit, Balth, I’m close...” He panted, but Balthazar didn’t stop. He rolled Gabriel's balls and sucked his cock until Gabriel was gasping and grabbing Balthazar’s shoulders. Then his whole body was seizing up and he came hard down Balthazar’s throat. Balthazar took it with a look of determination, and it made Gabriel’s whole body shake in arousal, “Yeah, Balth, oh yeah.”

After several incredibly strong jolts, Gabriel was hunched over, his head practically resting on Balthazar’s. Balthazar slipped Gabriel out of his mouth in satisfaction. He kissed up his spent cock, then up the light brown dusting of hair. He kissed up his belly and chest, all the way up to his lips, then scooped him back into the water and onto his lap. They kissed lazily as Balthazar lay Gabriel back down, moving atop him into the water. Balthazar’s weight felt so good pressing into him in the bath.

It took several moments of slow, luxurious kissing for Gabriel to come to. He put his arms around Balthazar, his whole body tingling in the water. It was bliss.

“You. Have done that before.” Gabriel concluded.

Balthazar gave him an appreciative look, “Yes, I have.” He kissed his neck, “But you might be my favorite.”

Gabriel smiled at him.

 They lay like that in the water for a while, basking in each other’s glow and talking about nothing. Eventually, Balthazar felt a different kind of hunger gnawing at him. Literal hunger, actually. So they drained the tub and dried off together. Gabriel brought some clothes for Balthazar to try. It took quite a few trips to find something Balthazar would actually wear, however.

“How much denim do you have, exactly? Oh no, I’m not wearing that. Leather pants, really? Alright, give them here… actually those are quite fetching, let me have those...”

“You’re lucky you know how to suck a dick.” Gabriel grumbled.

Balthazar looked like he was well aware of this as he got dressed surrounded by most of Gabriel’s wardrobe.

 Finally, they were both dressed and ready to go out. Gabriel was helping pick up Balthazar’s wet clothes from earlier and hang them to dry in the bathroom.

“Oh no, not this.” Balthazar took his jacket, “I’ll have to get this tailored. Where’s the nearest laundromat?”

Gabriel looked at him in thinly veiled amusement, “There isn’t one?”

Balthazar was stunned, “Where do you get your pants pressed?”

“I’ll press your pants...” Gabriel muttered, eyeing Balthazar up and down.

Balthazar shot him a knowing look, then hung his jacket up in the bathroom, “The steam should help at least...”

“Let’s go!” Gabriel called for him.

“Coming! Coming.” Balthazar replied impatiently.

Gabriel held the door open for Balthazar. As he walked by, he gave Gabriel a slap on the ass and kept walking. Gabriel grinned and caught up with him down the trail into town.

 This time, Balthazar was much better equipped for walking into a Swiss village in the middle of November. He had a pair of gloves, a couple of Gabriel’s sweaters, a lovely overcoat and scarf, and some pants that fit Gabriel perfectly but were even more perfectly too tight on Balthazar. Balthazar was keen on Gabriel’s unwillingness to bring him other pants, especially as Gabriel kept glancing at his butt. Balthazar didn’t mind. When they got to town, he held Gabriel’s hand loosely.

“So where are we going?”

“Well, there’s only one place to eat around here, but it’s fantastic.”

Sure enough, they reached the only place people seeming to be going in and out of. It was a small tavern that looked like the inside of someone’s home. It was wooden and cozy, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. A few heads turned as they walked in, but Gabriel took a seat without hesitation.

A few of the older locals came over to greet Gabriel. They all insisted that he hadn’t aged a day, and were delighted when Balthazar introduced himself in fluent Swiss-German. The two of them had a fantastic time eating fondue, raclette potatoes, and roesti. Gabriel was very amused at how quickly Balthazar took to his human ability to taste. He even said the music sounded better.

They had a few cocktails after their meal, and Gabriel had to remind Balthazar that he could get drunk now. Balthazar seemed half intent to try it, but he decided now wasn’t the time. He’d rather have a walk around the village with Gabriel, while still able to walk straight. Not that ‘straight’ was the theme of the week.

After a few goodbyes, Balthazar and Gabriel left the tavern to stroll through the village. As dusk fell on the mountains, Christmas lights sprang to life everywhere. And when the clouds broke again, a light snow began to fall. It might have been the humanity in him, but Balthazar thought it was absolutely magical. The Fates couldn’t have sent Balthazar anywhere better. Being in the middle of nowhere meant he could kiss Gabriel just about anywhere they went. Once Balthazar began shivering with cold, however, Gabriel led them back up to his cabin.

 The cabin was warm and inviting, and Balthazar was happy to be back. He warmed himself up in front of the fire as Gabriel got settled in. Soon enough, he felt Gabriel’s arms link around his waist. He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

“What did I tell you? Being human isn’t so bad.” Gabriel kissed his jaw.

“Mmm. Maybe you’re right, Gabriel.”

Gabriel paused, staring intently at Balthazar over his shoulder, “That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”

Balthazar laughed and turned in Gabriel’s arms, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I said maybe...”

Gabriel cut him off with kisses, “Shh… Don’t ruin this for me.”

Balthazar chuckled in the fire light. Then he took Gabriel by the face and kissing him softly, “So what was that about getting a bite to eat, then spending the week fucking each other in front of the fireplace?”

Gabriel couldn’t help but feel a little breathless, “You keep kissing like that and we can do whatever you want.” He lifted his eyebrows.

Balthazar grinned and began to disrobe Gabriel. They helped each other out of their many layers, until Gabriel was naked and Balthazar was struggling with his pants.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.” Balthazar eyed him.

It was true. Gabriel was beaming.

Balthazar was sitting on the chair by the fire. With Gabriel’s help he finally got his pants off, “You and your skinny...” He’d started to complain. But the next thing he knew, Gabriel had looped a finger around the silver necklace Balthazar wore and coaxed him down to the floor at Gabriel’s feet.

Balthazar followed his lead, a little surprised (but definitely not complaining) as he sat naked looking up at Gabriel. Then Gabriel turned around.

“...where are you going?”

Gabriel was fetching something out of his wardrobe, “You’re human now. So we’re going to need… oh where is it? Ah-ha! Here.” He held out a clear bottle with Hindi lettering, filled with blue liquid.

“Ah.” Balthazar said. Despite how casually Balthazar was leaning naked against the leg of the chair in the firelight, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

Gabriel must have picked up on it, because he set the bottle on the floor and knelt down, “But not yet.” He said, getting on all fours and moving between Balthazar’s legs. He crawled atop him, kissing him in the warmth of the fire until their bodies were so interlocked that Balthazar didn’t know who was who.

Balthazar kissed him back greedily, loving the sound of their lips against the crackling of the fire. The moon shown brightly through the window and the ledge was beginning to pile up with snow. It was so cozy that Balthazar forgot to be nervous.

As their kisses became more searching, Balthazar pulled Gabriel down onto the floor so he was laying atop him. Gabriel purred in interest. He tasted Balthazar deeply, running his hand through his hair while the other smoothed down Balthazar’s thigh. He was encouraged by Balthazar’s contented sigh, so he felt down to Balthazar’s ass, squeezing and opening him up testingly.

Balthazar didn’t stop him. In fact, he spread his legs a little and slipped a hand between their bodies to stroke their cocks together. They shared a satisfied sigh, and it was all the go-ahead Gabriel needed.

Gabriel grabbed the bottle of lube blindly. He sat up a little to better squeeze some into his hand. The sight of Balthazar ruffled up and carelessly jacking them off beneath Gabriel was breathtaking.

“Something wrong, love?”

Gabriel shook his head, “You are so perfect.” He eyed him.

Balthazar smiled, “That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”

Gabriel faked a laugh, but his smile was genuine, “Hilarious.” Encouraged by Balthazar’s cocky expression, Gabriel decided to make himself busy while he warmed the lube in his hand. He backed out of Balthazar’s grip and put a hand on Balthazar’s knee.

Balthazar took the hint and stopped touching himself. Instead, he watched curiously as Gabriel gave him a flirty look and bent down between Balthazar’s legs. He spread them for Gabriel, and was rewarded when he left Gabriel’s lips caress his cock.

Balthazar hummed in arousal.

Gabriel teased him with hot breath and slow licks, until he finally sunk down and swallowed Balthazar into his mouth.

Balthazar’s expression screwed up, “Yes, Gabriel.” He moaned softly.

Gabriel sucked him slow and steady, teasing him more than anything. But it drove Balthazar wild. Once Balthazar was good and wet, Gabriel pulled away and began stroking him with his hand. Then his head was dipping down again and licking somewhere else.

Balthazar glanced down, then he felt it. Gabriel was rimming him. Balthazar’s chest swelled as he felt Gabriel’s tongue teasing his entrance while his hand slowly jerked him off. He’d been rimmed before, but something about the way Gabriel was stroking and toying with him was so much better than anything he’d ever felt.

Gabriel firmly circled Balthazar’s entrance with his tongue and was rewarded with a soft sigh of approval. Spurred on, he dipped his tongue into Balthazar’s body then licked again. Balthazar’s body clenched then melted, making Balthazar’s head spin.

“You’re such a tease.” He breathed.

“You love it.” Gabriel rumbled, dipping his tongue back into Balthazar again. He did this a few more times, then gave him a long, hard lick and pressed his tongue inside Balthazar, eating him out for real. His lips pressed against his entrance and Balthazar moaned.

It was such a tingly, jarring sensation, but it warmed Balthazar in all the right places and Balthazar loved it. His body was undulating in the firelight. He had a hand over his eyes, his lips parted, his feet scuffing the floor as Gabriel stroked and licked him from the inside.

After several long moments of Balthazar feeling like he was drowning in pleasure, he felt Gabriel move away. He glanced down and saw him switching positions. Gabriel took Balthazar’s cock back into his mouth, making Balthazar’s heart leap in arousal. Below, Gabriel was slipping a warm, slick finger into Balthazar’s body. Balthazar’s breath shuddered and he moaned. Gabriel’s mouth was so wet and tight, and that finger was reaching all the places Gabriel’s tongue couldn’t. It was practically sinful.

Encouraged by Balthazar’s flushed appearance and indulgent sounds, Gabriel finger fucked him steadily, stroking him from the inside.

“Gabe...” He mouthed.

Gabriel grinned internally. Balthazar was tastier than anything Gabriel had ever put in his mouth. He slowly added a second finger, opening Balthazar up and curling his fingers in all the right places.

Finally, Gabriel found Balthazar’s spot and pressed his fingers into it. Balthazar’s back arched with a groan. He picked his head up in surprise, “Fuck, this is… brilliant.”

Gabriel gave him a cocky look and Balthazar didn’t even mind. He smiled at him, but it opened up again as Gabriel kept stroking past that spot. His head fell back down, trying hard not to squirm in pleasure. Gabriel was practically glowing. He added a third finger, stretching Balthazar and fucking him slowly as he sucked his cock.

It was such a slow, maddening pace that it was making Balthazar tingle with need. Finally, just when Balthazar thought he couldn’t take any more, Gabriel pulled off of him completely. Balthazar glanced down and saw Gabriel grabbing more lube.

“Ready, baby?”

Balthazar nodded breathlessly, “Oh, fuck yes.” He watched heatedly as Gabriel spread more lube over his own cock. It glistened like the saliva and precum on Gabriel’s lips. Balthazar wanted to kiss him, to claim him, like there was a predatory animal rising in him. But he was just as happy to be taken by Gabriel.

Gabriel shifted his hips between Balthazar’s legs and held the tip of his cock at Balthazar’s entrance. He gave Balthazar a wicked grin, then pressed in.

Balthazar moaned as Gabriel began slowly filling him up. Sure, he’d been rimmed and fingered a few times, mostly when he was too drunk to care who or what he was fooling around with, but this… this was so much more. They groaned in unison as Gabriel’s cock kept parting Balthazar’s tight heat.

Once Gabriel didn’t need his hands anymore, he lowered himself over Balthazar, using his hips to slide himself inside Balthazar completely. Hands on the floor, hips against his ass, Gabriel dipped down to kiss Balthazar’s gaping mouth.

They shared a sloppy, breathless kiss in the stillness of the moment. Balthazar had never felt so full, and yet it was perfect. A new kind of pleasure was expanding in him, making his whole body rush with pleasure. He pulled Gabriel closer, wasting no space between them. It was so warm.

Slowly, Gabriel began moving his hips, not breaking the kiss. He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, making Balthazar tremble beneath him. He looped his arms around Gabriel’s waist. Gabriel’s elbows were on the floor, his hands on either side of Balthazar’s face. As he fucked Balthazar, he felt Balthazar’s body begin to move with his. It was an almost unconscious effort. Their bodies moved together, Gabriel slipping in and out of him until Balthazar couldn’t keep up the kiss.

“Oh yes, Gabe...” He moaned hotly.

Gabriel grinned. He propped himself up on his elbows to give his hips a little more power. He gave Balthazar the full treatment. He entered him completely, pressing against Balthazar’s ass on every thrust and rotating his hips upward. Then he pulled out slow and did it again. And again. Until Balthazar’s hips were fucking Gabriel back with trembling desire. Gabriel picked up the pace, making Balthazar curse endlessly. Soon the cabin was filled with the sounds of sex.

It was incredible seeing an angel look so human, even if he was human at the moment. Balthazar was arched up and heaving under Gabriel, his hands in his hair. Gabriel raked his hands over Balthazar’s body, fucking him with confidence.

“Yeah, Balthazar. Take it. You’re so fucking sexy. I’m going to fuck you all night.”

Balthazar groaned words of encouragement, until Gabriel couldn’t help himself. He sat up properly and fucked Balthazar hard and fast, making sure to work Balthazar’s prostate with every thrust.

Balthazar’s hand flew down to his cock, but Gabriel was already there, using the excess lube to pump Balthazar’s cock.

“No. You’re all mine tonight. And I’m going to make you come so hard.” He gripped his cock possessively.

Balthazar’s head fell back, overcome with arousal, “Yes, Gabriel. Oh, yes.” Gabriel was overwhelming him, and he loved it every bit of it.

Balthazar’s moans were becoming more like shouts as Gabriel stroked him with every hit to his prostate. The sounds made Gabriel tingle with pride and arousal. Soon, they were both becoming more and more overcome with need.

“I want all of Heaven to hear you being fucked by me, Balthazar.”

“Fuck, Gabe.” Balthazar was breathless with ecstasy, “Fuck!”

“Yeah baby, yeah.” Gabriel panted. He pumped his cock in and out of Balthazar, making sure to rub along every inch of him.

Balthazar shuddered and moaned, “Yes. Oh, fuck me, Gabriel.”

Gabriel’s head was swimming, but that command sent a chill down his spine. He bit his lip and put all of his efforts into fucking Balthazar senseless. It seemed to be working. Balthazar’s whole body was tight and trembling, squeezing around Gabriel and making him gasp.

“Gabe… I’m so close.”

“Yeah, me too.” Gabriel breathed. He bent back down to grab Balthazar’s hair.

They shared every breath, every stroke and thrust. Soon, Balthazar was grabbing Gabriel’s hair and twisting his body up against Gabriel. A soundless plea fell off his lips, and Gabriel knew what was coming. He gave his cock a long, firm stroke and jabbed right into his prostate, and Balthazar was coming hard onto his chest and stomach.

Balthazar moaned hotly, his whole body tightening up. Especially around Gabriel’s cock. Balthazar seemed to like fucking through his orgasm, which was good for Gabriel because he couldn’t stop. Gabriel groaned through his lips as the sensation of Balthazar’s orgasm pushed him over the edge. He pulled out quickly and came hot and heavy onto Balthazar’s thigh and cock. Heaven (or at least all of the Swiss village) definitely heard them.

 Both men panted heavily, shaking in their post-orgasm high. Gabriel felt Balthazar pull him down atop him, and Gabriel obeyed happily, landing on him with a fwump. They breathed together, basking in each other’s smells and sounds in the light of the fire.

They lay like that for what felt like hours. Until Gabriel picked his head up to look at Balthazar. They both looked like they’d been put through an angel banishing spell. They were disheveled and flushed. Yet, Gabriel couldn’t remember Balthazar ever looking sexier.

“That… was amazing.” Balthazar finally sighed, putting his arms around Gabriel’s shoulders.

Gabriel kissed him lazily, “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

Balthazar smiled, “We’ll have to do that again. Several times. After I’m recovered, that is.” He shifted a little, testing the muscles in his lower half, “I haven’t come like that in centuries.”

“I guess I went a little rough on you, huh?” Gabriel said sheepishly.

Balthazar shook his head, “No. It was good. Very, very good.” He kissed him.

Gabriel kissed back, putting a hand to Balthazar’s forehead. A faint, blue glow radiated from Gabriel’s hand, and suddenly Balthazar’s discomfort was gone.

“There.”

Balthazar looked impressed.

Then Gabriel snapped his fingers and their mess was gone, “Care for a drink?”

Balthazar’s eyebrows couldn’t have gone any higher, “Absolutely.”

They sat up, but as Gabriel got up Balthazar took him by the arm and kissed him. He hadn’t kissed him like that before. It was a slow, grateful kiss. When he broke it, Gabriel looked at him closely.

“What was that for?”

Balthazar thought about it, “Taking care of me.” He said simply, “You didn’t have to let me stay.”

“You’re right. I wanted to.” Gabriel said.

He smiled, “Well, thank you, then.”

They shared another slow kiss, then Gabriel said, “What do you take? I’ve got Whiskey, Bourbon, Vodka...”

“Oh, Vodka. Please.” Balthazar nodded.

Gabriel got up with a wink and walked to a small bar beside the bed. Balthazar watched him, reclining naked by the fire. This was going to be an excellent week, he thought.

This episode of Supernatural was brought to you by Casa Erotica and way too much Vodka.

That's all folks! I wanted to keep this one short, but now I have a million more ideas or Gabrizar stories (including a threesome with Cas hahaha). Hopefully I can get some of them written out, but this one is complete! Cheers!

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#SamLives - Pt.3

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[This story has been edited and reposted on the official #SamLives Tumblr. The new post of Chapter 3 can be found here.]

(The main difference between this version and the updated version is the scene in the kitchen. Instead of Signe being there, PJ is still hanging out instead.)

“Jack, you need sleep.”

Day Nine of the #SamLives debacle.

Jack would be lying if he said he’d been sleeping fine, that he hadn’t been worried. The stress of the situation was beginning to take its toll, and it hadn’t been made any better by the GameTheory video that had come out the day before. Matt had good intentions, Jack knew, but...it hadn’t exactly worked the way he assumed the other YouTuber had been hoping.

“Game Theory: Does #SamLive? THE SCIENTIFIC PROOF!”

MatPat was one of the few YouTubers who had, accidentally, learned of Sam’s existence. It was at that Rachel Ray event, the one where he and Matt had been on the same Taco-Making Team™. Sam hadn’t been feeling well so Jack had brought him along for the day, keeping the little eyeball in his hoodie and out of sight, close to him in case Sam needed him. But in the midst of the chaos of the competition, Jack had been jostled by Matt, had tripped and landed on his arse. Matt had immediately apologized and laughed it off...but when he’d reached down to help Jack stand up, Sam had peaked out from where he’d been hiding in Jack’s hood. Matt had frozen, a stunned look on his face, and in an instant Jack knew that he had seen. That he knew. For a moment the pair had been frozen in a stare-off, neither sure what to do. Then Jack had shaken his head quickly and put a finger to his lips. No. Please. Quiet. Don’t say anything...

...and Matt had nodded. He’d helped Jack to his feet and not commented on it at all. Tom (their third teammate) had missed the entire exchange, cracking some joke about “Laying down on the job”. Later, in a bathroom down a back hallway, Jack had explained everything to Matt...and Matt had sworn he wouldn’t tell a soul.

So when #SamLived had taken the YouTube scene by storm faster than Scott Cawthon turned out FNaF games, and when Jack saw that GameTheory had made a video about it....he knew what Matt was trying to do. The video wasn’t proving that Sam was real. The video was to try and counter-prove the theories saying he was and to point out all the reasons why Sam couldn’t possibly exist. Which would have been fine, except that it meant all of the fans over on the GameTheory channel who hadn’t heard about the #SamLives chaos would now be in the know.

“...ack? Jack!”

“Hm...?” Jack dragged himself from his thoughts and blinked, shaking himself mentally. “Sorry Peej, I missed that.”

PJ was watching him from the office chair next to his with a frown on his face. He nudged the Irishman’s leg with his foot.

“Man, you were totally out of it for a bit there. I was just saying you should get some sleep.”

“I’m tryin’, PJ, I swear I am,” Jack smiled weakly. “I’ve just been stressed. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

"Are you still up for recording a game today? We can wait until next week if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Jack pulled on a brighter smile. Good ol’ PJ. He was a decent guy and an even better friend. But Jack shook his head, running a hand through his hair to fix it. “Don’t worry about me. One video isn’t gonna be the death of me! I’ll take a nap when we’re done, alright?”

PJ held up both hands in surrender, returning the Irishman’s infectious grin.

“Whatever you say! But you had better be serious about that nap. You look like you need it.”

Jack scoffed and laughed, his next words dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, thaaaanks, thanks for the compliment. I reeaaally needed that self-esteem boost. You’re too kind.”

“No problem!” PJ grinned cheekily back at him.

The two fell into laughter, and once they had started into the Nintendo Switch game they’d planned on recording, most of Jack’s worries fell away for the time being.

That’s not to say they didn’t come back. Jack kept his promise to PJ. He took a nap, crashing onto his couch with all the grace of a baby giraffe. Signe - knowing he needed the rest - only pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to his devices. But his sleep was a restless one, leaving him feeling only a fraction better when he woke up later to his phone ringing on the coffee table beside him.

With his face still buried in the stiff couch pillows, Jack reached out out blindly, his hand skittering across the table’s surface like a drunk spider, landing on the remote, a game controller, and yesterday’s mail before finally coming into contact with his phone. He answered it without looking, face still half-mushed in the pillow.

“Mph?”

“...Jack?”

“Wassup?”

“Did I wake you up?”

The humorous tone on the other end of the phone was vaguely familiar, and it took him a moment to make the connection in his barely-woken-up state.

“...you’ve reached Jacksepticeye’s mouth. His brain isn’t here right now, but if ye call back again in a few minutes it might’ve come back around by then. Either that, or his mouth will have left too.”

“The infamous screaming Irishman of YouTube, missing his mouth? The horror!”

“Oh, shuddup Mark,” Jack chuckled. He dragged himself into a semi-upright position, slouching on the couch. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing asleep at six in the evening?”

“I took a nap.” Jack yawned and scratched at the scruff along his jaw. “Is there a reason fer this call or didja just miss hearin’ my voice?”

“Can ‘both’ be an answer?” Jack could hear Mark’s grin from the other end of the line.

“Heh, I s’ppose,” he chuckled a little. “But really, what’s up?”

“I...eh. Saw the video that GameTheory posted. He really jumped on the bandwagon quickly, didn’t he?”

“Is this about Sam again?” Jack didn’t mean for it to come out as annoyed as it did, honestly. He really didn’t. But it sounded that way anyway and he winced at his own words. Signe stuck her head out from the doorway to the kitchen, an eyebrow raised in question. Jack waved her off with a soft smile.

“I...” Mark faltered. Seemed like he’d hit the nail right on the head. “...well, yeah, but I’ve got a reason for bringing it up, I swear.” The American was quick to defend himself, and Jack couldn’t help but wonder if Mark thought he’d hang up because of the subject matter. He sighed and sat up a little straighter.

“Oh yeah?” Jack asked, trying to sound more friendly. “And what reason might that be?”

“Well see...the thing is...” Mark trailed off. Jack could hear sounds in the background, movement. Like Mark was moving around the house. Was he pacing? “...I mean...w-well, it’s kinda...weird. I mean not bad weird, or freaky weird - okay it might be a little freaky to some people but–”

“If this is about your third nipple I already know,” Jack snickered, trying to lessen the tension with a joke. But it didn’t seem to help because Mark let out a frustrated groan on the other end of the line.

“No! No, it’s...” More silence. “Okay, it’s kind of about Sam, but kinda not.”

“Okay...?” Jack stood up from the couch, shuffling to the kitchen as Mark struggled to find the words he wanted to say. Coffee. He needed coffee for this.

“OH!” Mark shouted suddenly, as if he’d had an epiphany. “OH! Oh oh oh! Okay! So! In Bendy and the Ink Machine, Joey Drew has that...that one tape recording, where he’s talking about belief. About how it can do amazing, impossible things, and how you could even cheat death or something–”

“Mark, what in th’ blue blazes does this have ta do with my imaginary friend?”

“I’m getting there, I promise.”

Jack rolled his eyes and started the coffee machine, leaning back against the counter with one hand tucked in his pocket. Signe was seated at the kitchen table with a book, and she was still giving him puzzled looks that made her curiosity about his phone call clear. Jack covered the mouthpiece and lowered his voice.

"It's Mark," he murmured. "Keeps asking about Sam."

"You gonna tell him the truth?" Signe asked.

Her hands were cupped around a warm mug of tea, and she held it up near her face to let the steam warm her while she waited for a response. Jack didn't respond right away...but before he could even figure out an answer, his phone buzzed against his ear, a notification pinging in the background. So he pulled the mobile away from his face and put the call on speaker, minimizing the app so he could check whatever had just gone off. All he offered Signe was a half-shrug as his response to her question.

“Belief. I’m talking about belief,” Mark continued. Jack opened Twitter, still listening. “I never really thought about it before I played Bendy, but afterwards...it just made sense! And then you posted that video with Sam and I remembered that quote from the game...”

Jack swiped over to his messages, and saw one from somebody he was fairly certain he wasn’t friends with. Weird...he tapped it. It took a long time for the message to load, and once it did, the app closed itself out. Jack scrunched up his nose. Well then. It was gonna be one of those days then, huh? The rustle of static came over the speaker for a moment and Jack frowned, struggling to understand Mark’s words.

“If y...ave...nough of it you ca...”

“Mark? Mark, you’re cuttin’ out, man–”

Jack tugged his other hand free from his pocket and tapped the screen - and he gasped sharply when a static shock jolted through his finger. He shook his hand roughly through the air and winced, cursing under his breath. What the hell...? Then whatever weak connection he’d had with Mark’s call was gone, the call dropping and ending abruptly. Jack...blinked. And stared at his phone.

"You alright?" Signe looked up from her book again to frown at her boyfriend, who tugged on a soft smile. He shrugged and tucked his phone in his pocket. Ah, well...Mark must’ve had bad reception.

"I'm fine, Wiish," he crossed the kitchen to plant a kiss on the top of her head, squeezing one of her shoulders gently. "Just a little static shock. Surprised me more 'n anything. But don't worry about me! I'm a big, strong boy! I can handle anything!"

Jack's tone turned humorous and his antics drew a giggle from Signe, her eyes brightening and her lips curling up at the corners in a brilliant smile.

"Sure you can," she teased, poking at his side and making him scamper away. "A big, strong boy who's scared of being tickled."

"Hey! I'm not scared of it!" Jack protested as he continued making his coffee. He pretended to look highly affronted by the accusation. "I jus' don't like it! Can ye blame me?!"

Signe just stuck her tongue out in response then returned to her book, a soft smile still gracing her features.

Jack finished his coffee and moved on with his day, his focus turning to recording and uploading the day's videos…though somehow Mark’s little ramblings about “belief” lingered with him, hovering in the back of his mind.

What had he meant by that…?

[A/N] This part/chapter ended up being longer than the previous two...oops lol. Got a little carried away. I don’t have a real plan for this, but I have a feeew ideas about where it might go. This could get interesting... :3c

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