happy birthday to the lovely @pure-magnus i hope you have a wonderful, amazing day filled with love, chocolate and laughter, i truly wish you all the best!
i wanted to do something for your birthday, so here we have a short little fluff fest. i hope you enjoy it and again, i hope you have the best birthday <3
Alec used to end his days with training, something to exhaust his body enough so that he would fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Now, his days end with Magnus, and Alec smiles at how much things have changed.
They’re sitting on the balcony, a place that unintentionally
became their after dinner spot, where they just sit and drink and talk, trading
soft kisses and gentle touches before they head to bed. Alec loves the domestic
feel of it, how without much thought or planning, they somehow fell into this
routine of being together, spending days and nights together, basically living
Which, well, as much as his siblings already treat the loft
as Alec’s home, he and Magnus hadn’t really talked about it.
Yes, Alec spends basically every night here, he has the
majority of his clothes here, and there is even a designated spot for his bow
and quiver in the hallway. But neither of them has brought up the conversation
about it, they still haven’t called it living
Magnus sets his glass of wine down beside Alec’s on the small table and starts
playing with his rings, something Alec now recognizes as a nervous habit.
“Hey, what is it?” Alec asks, placing a hand over Magnus’
and looking at his boyfriend.
“Nothing bad, I just want to ask you something,” Magnus
tries to reassure, but there’s still a cloud of nervousness in his eyes. He
takes a deep breath before speaking again.
“I was wondering how you’d feel about moving in here,
officially, I mean, you spend most your nights here already and I could make a
bit more roo-”
Alec places a finger to Magnus’ lips, the beginnings of a
smile playing at the corners of Magnus’ mouth at the gesture.
“I would love moving in here, with you, officially,” Alec
says and Magnus’ smile forms fully, as does Alec’s. They spend the rest of the
night talking about everything and anything, and after a few hours, Alec is
basically falling asleep on Magnus’ shoulder.
“I think it’s time we head to bed, Alexander,” Magnus
whispers and starts getting up, pulling Alec with him. As soon as they reach
the bedroom, Alec flops onto the bed and he hears Magnus laugh before magic
makes its way to Alec’s body, changing his clothes to pajamas. Alec looks up at
Magnus, a grin on his face.
“Thank you, love,” he mumbles out as he snuggles further
into the mattress, but then his words register fully in his mind and his head
snaps back to look at Magnus. Magnus, who has that loving look in his eyes, the
one laced with a bit of surprise and awe, and Alec knows he did something
Magnus moves closer to press a kiss to Alec’s forehead,
before whispering: “Any time, Alexander.”
Alec smiles at him and Magnus gives him another quick kiss
before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed. It gives Alec a moment to
think about the new pet name he unintentionally gave Magnus.
Even after five-hundred odd years, he exudes an aura of danger when he isn’t careful. With his soft lips dragging over your skin and his hands gentle on your bare skin, it isn’t easy to forget that this man has killed more people than you ever wanted to count. Yet you sometimes wish he would give into at least some of the passion, let go of his tight control, built over hundreds of years, so you could see him sweat and groan and struggle to go as fast as you both need until he roars out his release. He learned so much else during those years - how to have you writhing and screaming in seconds, how to make your back arch in a perfect bow with a small movement of his fingers or tongue, but he also learned how to restrain himself, not give into the temptation of pushing you past your limit, of making you scream in pain instead of pleasure. As you enter his study without a single piece of fabric to cover you, he glances over with the hidden darkness sparking in his eyes and in the corner of his smirk. He lets you climb into his lap, hands careful, though you can see some small part of him giving into the temptation beneath his mask.
Here’s a reminder to anyone here who is new or who doesn’t know, or even those of you that have forgotten, that the submit for this blog is permanently open to suggestions for gentle reminders. And if this is being posted, the queue is almost empty!
Despite the entirety of the GRSHN being run and administered by one person, that doesn’t mean that my journey to spread positivity is walked alone; thanks to this blog and all of you, it never has been.
Any and all suggestions for posts will be extremely appreciated, however it’s okay if you don’t want to or can’t submit anything, or if you would rather your submit come through as anonymous; I’ve tried my best to offer as many options as I can to include everyone who wants to help out. I appreciate all of you, no matter what. However please be mindful of the rules of submitting before you send anything in.
This is a great way to be involved with the GRSHN and the community’s efforts towards spreading positivity. Thank you all so much for the continuous and overwhelming support since day one; let’s continue to make dashboards a brighter place!
Okay I can’t even express how important Leticia Saltier is to me. I see myself in her. As a girl in technical theatre (I’ve been pushed into stage management, but my heart lies in all the physical work of being a stagehand) it has been so fantastic to see myself in one of my favorite things.
She is so gentle, but has a powerful presence and gets shit done and she is such a badass. She is the dream, she’s what I strive to be. She is honestly the epitome of what a good stagehand should be.
Wow. I just don’t know how I can explain any better how important Leticia Saltier is.
Imagine going to a Rolling Stones concert with Harry. My dream
Going to any concert with Harry is my dream; even if it’s a bubblegum-pop boyband/girlband.
Getting drunk on the venue beer. Feeling the liquid slosh over the plastic rim and soaking his suede boots. The both of you swaying to the gentle beat of the Stones’ songs. Smiling at fans who recognise him and posing for photos with them when they ask. Having his arms slid around your waist as he holds you close and sings into your ear. Singing loudly to the songs he loves best and knows off by heart and cheering with the rest of the crowd. Snapchatting him when he’s singing and he just laughs and shrugs away all embarrassed and sheepish.
“Best concert experience ever.”
“Enjoyed yourself, Peaches?”
“So good! You always make ‘em better. Thanks for comin’ with me.”
@myrrahthescotch is such a lovely dog especially with other dogs. She grew up around Kilo so is used to him being a bully (they get along super well now though) and was so good when meeting Lola. She is very gentle and wants no confrontation and is very nurturing. Lola seems to get along with her so far, as long as they aren’t in a high energy/excitable setting
Could I have a one shot involving Prompto comforting his s/o after having an anxiety/depression fueled crying session? I've been feeling down lately and could use some sweet Prompto.
Sounds like we all need a little Prompto tenderness in our lives, huh?
While I’m more than happy to provide a little comfort and refuge for anybody who needs it, especially if its packaged in a smiling blonde box, I can’t say I’m not a little saddened to hear that you both have been feeling low lately. I want to offer a sincere apology and warm hug.🌸
I understand that having your mood dip low and slow every once in a while is not only natural, but healthy and beneficial to your mental state and overall wellbeing as a means of processing your emotions and feelings.
With that said, however, I want to also remind you that it’s important to be kind and gentle with yourself, too!
I feel like we’re all so hard on ourselves, and view our worth and self image with such harsh, scrutinizing eyes that rip apart all of our positive qualities and unique characteristics, leaving us feeling hollow and unworthy of appreciation and love.
But please, even if it’s only for my sake, or for the duration of this one shot, take a step back from the mirror inside your head, from the hatred you look at yourself with, and instead see yourself the same way we see the stars: as a glimmer of light in the darkness, a marvel of nature and creation that astounds and amazes those who have the pleasure of viewing it.
You may feel like you’re a black hole, a void in space - but believe me, you’re a masterpiece of the cosmos, and the fabric of the universe wouldn’t be complete without you.✨
I have a fic request! I noticed after Ending B 9S gets really protective of 2B and tries to stand in front of her a few times during the assault mission. When you go in his room during the credits, he talks in a gentle voice, while showering 2B with power up items, money, and tells her to be careful. So, I have this headcanon that they had sex after Ending B and that's why he was acting like that toward her. Would you be willing to write another lewd fanfic of these two again? Thank you!
(Once again, I’m doing the dirty and this time I’m like, fuck it, I’m sin mother and this ship is mine to steer. No real attention was put on the “how” in this one, however. Androids have genitals now; deal with it.)
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Her gloved fingers brushed along the side of his face, judging the reality of his existence by this simple set of light movements of leather against artificial skin. Her knuckles curled as they ran over his cheek, a finger tracing his chin and, after a moment of slight hesitation, following the shape of his lips. His shaking breath parted the plump skin, his cheeks lightly dusted with blush pink.
She realized that this moment was something he didn’t expect and wasn’t something she had planned. It was born of a spontaneous desire to assure that it really was him and not another formatted version she needed to learn to love again.
“2…B?” He finally ventured when her fingers finally came to rest against the shell of his neck. She looked down but only saw the blackness of his visor, not the deep, dark blue eyes his model type was equipped with. His voice caught, embarrassed.
“Yes?” She prodded. 9S adverted his gaze even though he couldn’t see her eyes behind her visor. She raised an eyebrow, inviting him to voice his thoughts.
“…I…um,” he took her hand in his own. He gripped her smaller, delicate yet deadly fist in his own as if debating allowing her to fight this internal war with him.
“Thanks.” He gave her a soft smile, a smile she could could see past with no assistance.
She wasn’t going to push him, not now anyways. This wasn’t the time, time that was running short. At any moment, Command would give an order that would possibly divide them and she would never get this opportunity again.
So she ignored it and gently separated their hands, moving hers to press against his chest before leaning forward and bringing their lips together. The cool and firm skin yielded against hers, warm breath mixing as they each tested the boundaries of what they could do behind the closed door of the room the Resistance had given them. She felt the steady hum of his systems underneath her palms, growing in confidence with each beat before tugging that the buttons of his coat. 9S froze and swallowed, unsure of how he should react or use his hands as they rested uselessly at his sides.
He didn’t have to wait for long before his chest was exposed to her hands, which tugged urgently at his skintight undershirt. Her tongue pushed against his lips, looking for any sign of entry into his mouth as one hand slid up his back and entwined itself in his hair, nails pressing on his scalp.
She felt her pulse rate spike as they gave into the simpleminded desire coursing through their systems, blood pounding in her ears. A combat model, she shouldn’t feel this nervousness. Yes, she was bold and confident but that was in a situation where breaking the other person was perfectly acceptable and the desired goal. 9S wasn’t a person she wanted to hurt, even accidentally.
Gently, she pushed against him, causing him to rest on the bed, her palms on either side of his head. Their lips had came unglued during the transit; 2B panted, a small trail of saliva of unsure origin slicking the skin as she stared down at him. His cheeks and ears had become a shade of red that could only be described as “adorable”, his mouth just as lewdly askew as hers.
She stared down at him, attempting to gage his reaction to what had transpired before. Everything about him urged her on, begging her to keep going, including the obvious stiffness in his pants that was growing harder as movement aroused them both.
Still…she reached behind his head and undid the knot of his visor, pulling the obscuring black fabric from his eyes while doing the same to herself. His eyes, despite being artificial optics with wires and no soul behind them, were the most expressive part of him. One look into them told her everything and sealed the consent she needed.
Granted, she doubted that what she saw behind the thick veil of lust and desire was that look in his eyes she knew and feared. It was that look that was always followed by a swift betrayal in the form of a sword through his chest. He knew something and he wanted to tell her, but he was still searching for the right time and that wasn’t now, thank the God she still believed had abandoned her.
His coat and undershirt were urgently pulled off to silence her own thoughts on that terrifying subject. He couldn’t speak those words if his mouth was occupied with hers, his hands flush against her backside.
She could feel her own body heat rising, the fabric of her undergarments and clothes becoming too tight and heavy for her to bear. It felt similar to a buildup of reactor heat before the inevitable self destruction, her neither regions throbbing with sweltering, wet need.
“9S.” She separated their lips to gaze into his eyes again. He took the hint surprisingly well, but she didn’t doubt the label of “high end” attached to his model type. His logic systems worked far and above hers, able to solve these kind complexities when his own sheepishness finally died. He undid the near invisible buttons right at the side of her chest, the black fabric of her shirt coming loose before falling from her shoulders and arms and onto the ground. His thumbs trailed over her bare skin, tugging at the edges of her leotard to get to more of that smooth flesh he just wanted to feel*.
He visibly twitched when he felt her palm slide along his crotch, fingers grazing his member. One dragged against the damp tip, playing with him mercilessly as he panted uselessly against her mouth. “Ah…a…2B.” She cupped her hand around his length, the leather of her glove smooth and molding to his skin.
They moved against each other, losing clothing and inhibition. Underneath all the layers was bare skin, soft, peachy and a layer of untouched sensitivity. Other loosely regulated YoRHa members spoke in not-so-hushed tones about doing this very selfsame thing all the time around the Bunker, but 9S himself had never been privy to the practice. The way 2B moved for them though, her hands firmly planted on either side of his head and hips hovering above his crotch, broadcasted experience he couldn’t match. A tiny, jealous part of him wondered who else had the undeniable honor of witnessing her lewd and bare, the part also wondering what happened to them. He hadn’t even been inside her and he knew she felt as breathtaking as she looked when her eyes were low and her cheeks red with the effort of restrained sounds.
Keeping the theme of control firmly in her hands, she lowered herself onto him, hissing as she twisted the sheet in her fingers. His systems flushed with heat, his back arching at the sudden but welcome feeling that rushed through his nervous systems.
Who could possibly give this feeling up? After a moment, her hips began to rock against his before they became full thrusts, rapid exhales leaving their mouths in synchronized shallow breaths of air. What kind of idiot would let her go?
She had done this before. With him. Of course, he doesn’t remember, but she knows where he’s weak, the spots he didn’t like to be touched and the way he moved.
He hadn’t changed. They hadn’t wiped him away…and for that, she’s glad. It’s a small consolation prize for the suffering she will soon bring down onto him, pleasure before pain.
She wondered if it was worth it.
Inside, she was capable of burning him alive, smothering him in the greatest way possible with crushing, dominating force. Her slick muscles held him firm, wet, hot and…shit, he’s burning and his blood is boiling in his veins.*
He pushed against the bed, going against her weight to sit up with her in his lap, her head on his shoulder. She followed his lead, wrapping her legs around his back, tightly holding him flush to her. Fuck, it felt too good.* Her head throbbed, processors firing in overdrive as it all began to dull into one feeling of never wanting to stop*. If she didn’t stop…if they never stopped…
“Ngh…ah…ah.” His tongue fought a losing but heated battle with hers, warm saliva trailing down her lips. 9S moaned as she curved her back to allow for deeper penetration and closer contact between them. N-no way he was going to live through this. The way she rode him so desperately, so hungry for him and…well shit she was heavier than him and she wasn’t being gentle. If he broke his new body though, it was a hell of a way to go.
*Man, 21O is gonna be pissed…“how did you break your body again?” “I got fucked by a combat android and I learned that being on the bottom is dangerous to my health yet really awesome.”*
No way in hell he was going to tell anyone about this.
“Don't…don't…” She licked her lips and gasped for words. “Stop…thinking.”
*Just do me one favor please*, she wanted to beg. *Don’t do this to me again.*
Her nails dug into his skin, trails of red left in her wake. The pain was nothing compared to the all consuming pleasure, a mere inconvenience in the face of something he needed if he was going to be strong and…was he really going to tell her? He trusted her with his life, but his own mind was in shambles with what he had learned from digging where he had no right. Was he really going to doom her to the same fate? Was that fair?
“Stop thinking,” that’s what she had demanded.
Losing himself in her, in the feelings she drew out of him, was far better than the truth.
They had been called back to the Bunker and separated by circumstance, preparing the mission that would hopefully end the war. Adam and Eve had been destroyed, leaving the machine network venerable.
This was their chance, and yet *their chance had past. She came to his room one last time, the air heavy with knowledge and tension. His skin still smelled of her, his chest marked by thin cuts. It was fresh, the feeling still raw in his mind.
What could he say…? He was pathetic when it came to her. All he could do was give her a gift and words heavy with barely repressed affection and love.
Maybe…maybe when this fight was over, they could run from YoRHa no matter the outcome. They could escape together, become rouges and relocate where Command could never find them. He could research machines and she could fish and…and…
Was it…selfish? Was this what she wanted? Did she still want war or did she want the same peace he did? Was he only doing this for himself?
He had no time to answer. The mission came first.
Her hand lingered on his shoulder, as if she wanted to say something else, do something else, but nothing came to her.
“…Be careful, 9S.”
There it was, the frigid love he so hated. He wanted more warmth, more heat, more of the genuine person she was, not the soldier façade she put up.
He would tell her. No matter the outcome, she deserved the truth.
*Lance and Keith are in Keith’s room with Lance finishing his early breakfast so they can both get to their training*
Keith:*in a quiet and groggy, yet gentle voice* You know, sometimes I look at your face. Your luscious hair, your vivid blue eyes, your soft cheeks… and I wonder “what pretty shade of red can I spread across your face today?”
Lance:*chokes on food before giving a wide eyed, crimson colored face of shock* D-dude…
I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon being cooked inside
the kitchen that was just outside of Jason’s room. I couldn’t help but smile
slightly as I sat up from my spot on the bed and pulled the covers away from me
so that I could go out and see him. I grabbed one of his many discarded shirts
and pulled it over my head as I walked out of the bedroom and towards the sound
of delicious food cooking in the distance.
His back was to the kitchen entryway as he continued to cook to his heart’s
content, so I just smiled as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against
the door frame. Jason was nothing but perfect in my eyes, he was kind, gentle,
and he never treats me as if I’m anything less than a human being. Even though
he thinks I’m not his soulmate, he still treats me with respect and something
that I probably shouldn’t consider love but I will anyway.
Pushing myself off the wooden doorway I slowly walked towards him and wrapped
my arms around his waist, well I tried too at least, and placed a kiss on his
exposed back. “Good morning hot stuff.” I hummed against his back with a smile
on my face.
Jason chuckled as he placed down one of the kitchen utensils he had in his hand
and turned in my grasp so that he could face me directly. “Sleep well sweet
cheeks?” He asked as he rubbed his hands up and down my sides.
I hummed softly and nodded my head as I leaned it against his bare chest. “I
did, thanks for asking.” I laughed as I pat him on the back gently. “Pancakes and bacon? What’s the occasion?” I asked
with a smile on my face as I looked up at him.
Jason just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he removed my hands from
around him and turned around to continue cooking our breakfast. “Just felt like
cooking this morning is all. Can’t I cook for my favorite girl?” He asked.
I let out a laugh and shook my head as I moved over to the counter and hoisted
myself up on it. “Aw! I’m your favorite girl? I feel so special!” I hummed as I
poked at him with my big toe.
He rolled his eyes as he took the food off the stove and placed them on the two
plates that he had set out for us. “Well you are the only girl in my life right
now so I would hope that you think you’re my favorite.” He said as he took hold
of my ankle and proceeded to let his hands ghost up from my ankle to my knee
and up to the top of my thigh. “Your skin is always so soft…” He mumbled
I let out a sigh of content as I leaned my head back against the cabinet that
was directly behind me. “It’s called lotion hun. You really should try it some
time.” I stated with a giggle.
Jason chuckled deeply as he looked at me directly in the eyes. “You have said that
before, haven’t you?” He asked as he made himself level with my legs and gently
brushed his lips against my skin. “But, I don’t think my skin would ever be as
soft as yours. I have too many scars and callouses that lotion definitely won’t
fix.” He mumbled as he placed a kiss on the side of my knee.
I bit my bottom lip slightly as I watched Jason with careful eyes. His fingers
were like fire against my (S/C) skin and wherever he touched left a burning
sensation in their wake. “Jason…” I breathed out his name as I reached down to
brush my fingers through his hair.
He looked up at me through hooded eyes before chuckling and placing a kiss
against the top of my thigh as he stood back up. “Come on, let’s eat before the
food gets too cold.” He said as he placed his hands on my hips and proceeded to
remain situated between my legs as he placed his forehead against mine with a
soft smile on his face.
I looked at him with a soft expression as I reached up and gently placed my
hands on his cheeks. “Food sounds nice.” I hummed as I rubbed my nose against
his, earning a chuckle from him in response before getting a kiss from him.
Jason stepped back and gently pulled me from the counter top so that he could set
me on my feet. He reached over and picked up the plates from the other side of
the counter and handed the one he made for me to me.
We walked towards the couch, fell back into its soft cushions, and turned on
the television so that we would have some form of noise going on. The two of us
ate in a comfortable silence as we kept our eyes trained on the T.V., but I
could feel Jason glancing over at me every few minutes.
“You know, if you take a picture it will last a lot longer.” I said with a
smirk as I turned to look at him with an amused expression.
He let out a chuckle as he set his plate down on the coffee table that was
directly in front of us and gently pulled me into his side. “I was just
thinking about how amazing you look in nothing but my shirt.” He hummed as he
rubbed his hand against my side.
I rolled my eyes as I leaned forward to place my plate down as well and leaned
back against him once I was done. “Why thank you sugar. But there’s something
else you were thinking about, wasn’t there?” I asked as I looked up at him with
all knowing eyes.
He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face and let out a laugh as he
shook his head. “I swear, you know almost everything, don’t you?” He asked as
he took my wrist, that had his name on it, and gently ran his thumb over the
band that I kept over it. “Why won’t you let me see it?” He asked in a soft
I let out an annoyed sigh as I tried to pull my wrist away from him, but his
grip only tightened. “I won’t let you see it because it’s practically gone. You
know this.” I said as I ran my free hand through my hair.
“Then it shouldn’t be an issue to allow me to look at it. It’s not like it’s
going to be my name or anything.” He said. He couldn’t be more wrong though.
I let out a frustrated sigh and shook my head as I yanked my arm away from his
grasp. “If you want to know so bad then I’ll just tell you. My soulmate is
dead. He died before I could even meet him and when your soulmate dies their
name fades from your wrist and you’re left all alone in this cruel world until
the day you die. Now will you stop asking to see it? I don’t want to go through
the pain of remembering the day that his name disappeared.” I snapped as I
stood from my spot on the couch and stormed towards his room to gather my
I grumbled to myself as I grabbed my jeans and began to pull them onto my legs,
buttoning them when they were fully on, and went in search for my shirt and
bra. How many times have I told him that I didn’t want to talk about the name
on my wrist? Why couldn’t he just let it go and let bygones be bygones? Why did
he have to push the subject to the point of making me mad? I let out a groan as
I tied my hair back into a loose ponytail and walked to the area where my shoes
“I didn’t mean to pry.” I heard him say from the doorway.
I let out another sigh as I stood up straight and turned to look at him fully. “Then
you should have thought about that before you asked for the millionth time. I
already told you I didn’t want to talk about it or even think about it Jason.
Why did you completely disregard what I said?” I asked as I crossed my arms
over my chest.
Jason let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the little
white streak that I loved so much, and looked at me with soft eyes. “I’m sorry
alright? I just thought that maybe if I knew your soulmates name I could help
you find him so you’re not alone whenever I happen to find mine. You’re too
amazing to be left alone for the rest of your life Sarah. You deserve so much
better than this, than me, and whatever you will go through when I have to
leave.” He stated as he put my hair behind my ear. “I know not everyone ends up
with their soulmate in the end, but I have a feeling that I will and I don’t
want you to be left behind and unloved.” He mumbled.
I stared at him for a few moments before letting out another sigh and wrapped my
arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. “Jason… Don’t worry about me… Just
knowing you and having the time that I have had with you existed is more than
enough for me. I don’t need a soulmate to make my life better. I’ve had the time
of my life with you so far and if the time ever comes that I need to leave you
be and let you live your life then that’s fine by me.” I stated.
Jason let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even
closer to him. “Don’t say that… You’ll find someone… I know it…” He whispered
to me before pulling away to look at me.
I opened my mouth to say something but the dreaded ringtone that I had set for
my father began to play and my face turned into a sour expression as I pulled
away completely. I grabbed my phone and slid the little bar to answer the
dreaded phone call. “You have impeccable timing. What do you want Dad?” I asked
in a harsh tone.
“Now is that any way to greet your father
Angel Face?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Yes, it is. Especially since the last time I saw you it was nothing short of
pleasant. Now, I’m not going to ask again after this. What do you want?” I
hissed. I felt Jason walk up and wrap his arms around my waist and rested his
chin on my shoulder. I quickly shooed him away and walked towards the bathroom,
locking the door behind me so that he couldn’t follow me inside.
“I need you to come to the docks tomorrow
night at eleven. I have another deal going down and your presence is required
because I need Daddy’s little angel to work her magic on the boys.” He said
and I could feel my stomach turn at the thought.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I want nothing to do with your
business?” I snapped as I leaned back against the door.
“And how many fucking times do I have to
tell you not to talk to me like that?! Do you forget that I know every little
thing you do? Everywhere you go? I even know where you are now and who you’re
with. Don’t think that I won’t tell my boys to hunt him down and dispose of
him! Because as of right now he is doing nothing but distracting you from your
daughterly duties! Now be at the docks by eleven tomorrow night or you can kiss
your little play thing goodbye.” He yelled at me through the phone.
I let out a shaky sigh as the thought of my father doing something to Jason ran
through my mind at the speed of light. “Alright… I’ll be there… Just, leave him
out of this Dad. I’ll do anything you want just leave him alone.” I muttered
into the phone.
“That’s my girl. I’ll see you tomorrow
night. Eleven pm. Don’t be a minute late. Bye Angel Face.” And with that
the line went dead.
I let the hand that was holding my phone to my ear drop down to my side as I
leaned back against the door even more. This was just great, this was
absolutely perfect. I shook my head as I turned and unlocked the bathroom door,
only to open it up to a very concerned, and confused, Jason Todd.
“What the fuck was that all about?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.
I frowned as I shoved my phone into my pocket and shook my head. “Nothing, Dad
was just being an asshole again like usual. Don’t worry about it.” I said as I
quickly pecked him on the lips. “But sadly, I have to get going and I won’t be
able to see you tomorrow night either because I have to go visit Daddy dearest.”
I grumbled as I moved away from him and picked up my purse and keys.
Jason let out a sigh as he followed me towards the front door of his apartment.
“Alright, call me if you need anything alright?” He said as he wrapped his arm
around my waist and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “Especially if you have
another incident and if you do I’m going to take you to the hospital this time.”
He mumbled against my lips.
I let out a light laugh and pushed away after I kissed him back. “Alright Mr.
Worry Wort. I’ll see you later Jason.” I said and with that I exited his
apartment and made my way to the elevator down the hallway.
Jeffmads where Madison is sick and Jefferson takes care of him and it's so domestic and I cry.
“Any better?” Thomas murmured, cupping James’ cheek. He pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
James coughed, then sniffled, fighting to keep his eyes open. “Yeah,” he murmured in a scratchy voice. He was wrapped up in a tight cocoon of blankets, lying against the pillows.
Thomas smiled at him. “Good. More soup? Blankets? Sleep?”
“Lay with me,” James said, looking up at him. “Just… stay.”
Thomas laid on the other side of the couch’s corner, taking a spare blanket for himself. He rested his hand on the other side of the pillows and set a hand on James’ shoulder, giving him a smile. “I love you.”
“You too,” James mumbled before coughing. He let his eyes flutter shut.
Thomas gazed at him with a smile. “You should sleep,” he murmured. “You’ll feel better.”
James didn’t respond. His breathing evened and he relaxed against the pillows, an almost peaceful expression coming over him as the minutes passed. Thomas watched with love in his eyes - even when he was sick as hell, James was adorable.
In response to your questions: I am an idiot. My favourite colour would be violet or lavender, or any gentle colour, really. I would love a datemate, but I have no game. My mom... it depends. I DO HAVE A SWITCH, AND I'VE BEEN PLAYING THE SHIT OUTTA BREATH OF THE WILD. My friend's eyes are brownish hazel? Went an hour ago? I don't know. I don't know. No candles here. Not done with cooleg. I don't cook, but I also don't use olive oil.
Spain: “YOU”RE SO LUCKYYYY!!!! I WISH I HAD ONE!!!”
Zeke: I think you’re wrong about Nico, Ivory. I think you’re living in the past. But I don’t want to upset you. We don’t need to speak about it further.
Ivory nods and they both settle into their drinks. The sound of hushed conversations, clinking wine glasses and elegant music adds a gentle, relaxing ambiance. Zeke and Ivory smile gently at each other.
Zeke softly: Dance with me?
Ivory nervous: I’m so self conscious, Zeke. You’re dressed so handsomely. And here I am in jeans and a fuzzy sweater in this gorgeous upscale hotel. Had I known you were bringing me to such a fine place I would have changed into something presentable. I look so plain.
Zeke: You look beautiful, Ivory.
He takes her hand, walks her close to the piano and they begin to dance slowly to the beautiful music.