you gotta love his voice

Unexpected

Originally posted by mrscalumhoood

Warning: Mentions of Abandonment      

     There was always something about a morning run that Ashton loved. The smell of fresh air, his lungs burning with each step he took. The usual route Ashton took was blocked off by construction, so instead he decided to run along the hiking trail. It was drizzling out making the trail muddled a bit. Ashton’s breath came out in pants as he continued his trek. His legs were aching at an extreme. It was a good kind of ache and the music blasting through his headphones edged him on even more. Ashton had been running for nearly an hour, the sun starting to rise higher in the sky and warm the cool morning air. After a few minutes Ashton came to a stop and he bent down, hands resting against his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His left hand came up to look at his watch and Ashton made a mental note to himself that he had thirty minutes to get back home, shower, and head out for his meeting. He reached back to grab a water bottle from his backpack and flipped open the cap. After taking a chug of water Ashton continued on his run.

Something was screeching loudly and had somehow managed to go over Ashton’s music. It had gotten to the point of annoying Ashton that it suddenly peaked his interest to figure out where the noise had come from. His running had begun to slow and soon Ashton came to a stop. Ashton was a panting mess, sweat dripping from his face as he pulled his earbuds out to listen. It was quiet for a few moments and then the sound picked back up. Ashton’s eyebrows furrowed and he knew how dumb it was for him to follow the sound, but he did anyway. The screeching grew louder as Ashton moved closer to the sound and the more he listened Ashton seemed to recognized the sound. It was that of a baby’s whine. One of an infant no less. “It can’t be,” he muttered to himself coming to an abrupt stop at the sight of the black trash bag. Ashton felt his blood run cold and he hesitantly approached object. The trash bag moving about as if something was in it. When Ashton’s foot stepped on a branch and it snapped the crying stopped. “Please don’t be what I think it is,” Ashton whimpered already feeling the tears spring at the corner of his eyes. He bent down and with shaky hands Ashton grabbed the opening to the bag. Ashton’s breath hitched in his throat as he opened the bag and a cry of agony left his lips at the sight of the child. “Fuck,” Ashton hissed, pulling the bag open even more. 

Tiny whines left the child’s lips and Ashton’s hand ran through his hair in frustration. “Is anyone else out here!” Ashton yelled, looking around to see if someone else was there. That maybe the child’s parents were close by. He looked down at the baby, the little boy had to be around two maybe three weeks old. Hands tiny and face red as he cried harder. Ashton began to coo at the infant and he slowly reached into the bag to pick the child up. “I gotcha sweet face,” Ashton hummed, bringing the child up into his embrace. He began to rock the child, trying to soothe him. Ashton sighed deeply and he stood up with the child in his arms, making his way back towards his car. Once Ashton made it to his car he opened the back door and laid the infant on the seats. He pulled out his phone not sure what to but call his mom. 

“Hey Ash,” his mother’s cheery voice filled the line. 

“H-Hey mom I uh-I have a situation,” Ashton sighed, looking down at the infant that was staring at him with big eyes. 

“What kind of situation,” Anne questioned, her voice now matching the tone Ashton had. 

“I um-I found a bab-a baby,” he stuttered out. The line went quiet and Ashton sighed in frustration. 

“What do you mean you found a baby?” Anne asked, confusion laced in her voice. Ashton gripped at his hair and he tried to think of a way to say this lightly. How was he suppose to explain something like this to his mom. 

“I was out on my run and the usual route I take was being worked on, so I decided to take a run on the forest trail right,” he began to explain, “There was this sudden screaming and I went to investigate.”

“Investigate? Ashton you don’t go on a sleuthing trip in the woods on your own!” Anne exclaimed.

“Ma that’s not the point! I found a fucking baby in a trash bag in the middle of the woods. No one around at all. An abandoned baby and I don’t know what to do,” he huffed.

“Watch your language when you talk to me,” Anne scolded, “Okay…you found a baby. The best thing to do is contact the police. You’ll give them a statement and then they’ll put the him or her in child services.” Ashton stared down at the infant in worry and for some reason he found himself shaking his head. 

“What if no one adopts the baby? I can’t live with myself knowing he went through life without parents,” he said, hand reaching out to rub the baby’s tiny hand. The child was freezing and Ashton began to wonder exactly how long the baby had been out in the woods. “I don’t have a car seat,” he mumbled more to himself than anything. 

“Ashton I need you to think logical right now. What this baby need is to be in the care of professionals,” Anne said, trying to drive some since into her son. Somehow she already knew what was going on in his head and knew Ashton was planning to do something stupid. Ashton grinned when the child grasped his finger ans Ashton felt his heart swell with love. “I’m serious Ashton call the police-”

“I gotta go mom love you,” Ashton quickly said. The sound of his mom’s voice shouting through the phone was cut off when he hung up and Ashton looked down at the baby with furrowed eyebrows. “Hey Sweet face do you want to take a trip to the doctors office? Yeah I know you do,” Ashton said in a baby voice, his phone beginning to blow up with text messages from his mom. Ashton ignored the messages and soon was on his way to the nearest pediatrician. What Ashton was about to do was crazy.

     Ashton sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office his legs bouncing up and down to soothe the once again crying child. He had no idea what he was doing, but for some reason Ashton knew he couldn’t just leave this baby in child services. From what he’s heard being in the system wasn’t all that great and if at some point a family ends up having their own child then they might send the baby back. Bouncing around from different homes wasn’t healthy and not an ideal for a child in Ashton’s mind. “Mr. Irwin?” the nurse question making Ashton’s head shot up at the words and he quickly scrambled onto his feet, lifting the baby up to his chest before walking towards the door. 

“So who’s this little guy?” the nurse questioned, grabbing the baby from Ashton’s arms. 

“Um I don’t really know,” Ashton muttered, realizing he didn’t know the child’s name. If the child even had a name. The nurse looked at him quizzically and Ashton blushed in embarrassment. “I uh found him in the woods-after the check up I’m going to call child services,” Ashton said, telling half the truth. 

“Oh wow-that’s unfortunate. Good thing you brought him in though,” the nurse said, a hint of pity laced in her voice. Ashton nodded at her words and watched as she placed the young boy on the padded table. “First thing we’ll do is test his respiratory system. Can you hold him up for me?” she requested, grabbing a stethoscope. Ashton did as she said one of his hands lifting the child up as his other rest the behind the baby’s neck to support it. “Such a shame you know,” the nurse started making Ashton look at her in question. “Oh abandoning the child in the woods. Someone must have been desperate to get rid of this child. Most cases a situation like this shows that the mother hid her pregnancy and had the child in secret,” the nurse said, listening to the baby’s heartbeat. Ashton’s eyebrows rose in understanding and he nodded at her words. If that was the case then this child definitely didn’t have a name nor a birth certificate at that. 

“If he doesn’t have a birth certificate do you know how child services obtain one?” Ashton questioned, laying the child back down once the nurse was finished. 

“From how young he looks child services would probably chalk his birth up to maybe last week, then they go through all the paperwork and whatnot. I’m not quite sure. Uh his heart rate sounds good, if he’s been out in the woods for who knows how long it’s a miracle that he didn’t die of pneumonia.” Ashton thought of what the nurse had said and he looked down at the child in curiosity. “Wait here and I’ll grab the doctor,” the nurse smiled, exiting the room. If Ashton was going to do this he had to do it right. He grabbed a chair and brought it closer to the table and rested his chin against the side as he watched the child. 

“You’ve been through a lot huh, buddy?” Ashton mumbled, brushing his finger over the infant’s cheek. Ashton was confused on how someone could give up something so innocent. The child didn’t ask to be born, now did he ask to be abandoned. Somehow Ashton felt like he was responsible for the baby now. After finding him Ashton wasn’t sure if he wanted to call child services. Ashton smiled down at the baby who had become fascinated and had taken a liking to the man that had found him. The more he stared at the child the more Ashton convinced himself that this was the right thing to do. He found himself picking up the child, kissing the plump cheeks of the baby and grinning at him. “I’m gonna call you Ian,” Ashton said in confidence, the infant sending a gummy grin towards him. This felt right and for the meantime Ashton decided he wanted to be the child’s father. Even if the law forbade it.  

Jack Maynard - *cough cough* I’m Sick

request:
psychotic-scorpio: Can you write an imagine about Jack getting sick and you having to take care of him, please. Love your writing so much, love. 💜💜

A/N: tbh, I’m not very sure what I’m writing here. I’m trying to get back in my groove. I really hope you like it though. 

Word Count: 1258

Loud coughs could be heard as soon as you entered the Maynard-Pieters household. Kicking off your shoes at the door, you dropped your bag onto the little table shoved against the wall in a corner. You continued further into the house to find Jack sat on the couch in the living room.

“Hey buddy”, you called, sitting down next to him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here!” he moaned, letting his head roll onto your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you lifted his head and turned to face him, inspecting him. You lifted the back of your hand up to his forehead, then moving it down to his neck. “Got yourself a fever too, eh”, you chided him.

His lower lip jutted out, forming into a pout, as his head rolled back onto your shoulder. A barely audible groan left his lips. “Ugh! It hurts (Y/N), my head hurts”, he moaned. “Everything hurts!”

Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him close to your chest, hugging him tightly. “Have you eaten anything yet?” you asked.

“I don’t want food. I just wanna go to sleep”, his voice was hoarse.

“Love, you gotta have something. How ‘bout I make you some soup, eh?” you tried.

He looked up at you with bright eyes, asking, “Your special soup?”

“Yup!” you responded, chuckling. You stood up to get started on it, but Jack’s hand latched onto yours, keeping you next to him. “Don’t you want your soup, love?”

“But I want you stay with me more”, he whined, gently nestling his head closer to you.

“How ‘bout I make the soup, and then I’ll be back, and we can cuddle all you want”, you proposed.

He nodded happily at the thought, so you quickly got up before he pulled you back in. you headed to the kitchen to get started on the soup, bringing him some pills and glass of warm water while the soup was boiling. Once it was done, you brought it back to him, getting him to sit upright.

“Shit, Jack. I really think you should go to the docs. You can’t even sit straight. You’re too weak”, you voiced your concerns, your arm wrapped around his waist as he rested against you.

“No, I don’t need the doctors. I’ll be fine”, he reasoned. “Besides, I have your special soup”, he grinned cheekily.

A warm smile made its way across your face when you saw the look on his face. Even when he was sick, he still managed to put you in a good mood. Laughing along, you agreed, “Fine, but if it gets worse then I’m taking you to the doctors. No arguments”, you added, seeing the look on his face. You grabbed the remote from the coffee table before getting comfortable in the sofa, letting Jack lean into you.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, exasperated, but not really surprised to find the TV at the football channel when you turned it on. “Do you boys watch anything else?”

“(Y/N)! It’s football! Even you like it!” he defended. Rolling your eyes, you flipped through the channels, not being able to fine anything you could both agree on. You eventually gave in to him when he played the sick card and settled on a show you could hardly remember the name of.

About halfway through the first episode, Jack had finished his soup, and was now resting comfortably as he snuggled against you. His hand reached for yours, closing his fingers around your hand as your hands met. You sneaked a glance at him, trying to get a read off him. His gaze was directed onto the television, he seemed to be focusing a little too intently. Your fingers closed around his in response. You heard a small release of breath come from Jack. Silence enveloped the pair of you as you tried to be stealth about the glances you were sneaking at him.

The night passed rather quickly, with the pair of you sitting in comfortable silence for the majority of the time as you watched whatever show Jack had chosen. As the final credits rolled for 5th episode you had sat watching, Jack spoke. He turned to you, a yawn escaping his lips, “I’m getting a little tired. You alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine! I should head back home before it gets too late”, you rushed out, a sinking feeling kicking in at the thought that he wanted to get rid of you at only 9pm. You stood up, pushing off the blankets and cushions that surrounded you.

Jack latched on to your arm, chuckling lightly despite the smile not reaching his eyes. “That’s not what I meant, (Y/N). I was kinda hoping you’d stay over?” he trailed off.

His grip on your arm had travelled to your palm, holding your hand snug in his once again. “Oh. You want me stay?” you echoed, your eyes lighting up, relief washing over.

“‘Course I want you to stay. Who else is gonna take care of me, eh?” he joked.

“Well c’mon then. Let’s get you to bed” you offered.

Whining, he argued, “I mean I’m not that tired. Can’t we just watch one more episode?”

On cue, you phone rang. You picked it up before checking that Oli was ringing you. “You still over at Jack’s?” he asked, after the greetings had been out of the way.

“Yeah I’ll be here all night.”

“Good”, he laughed. “Do me a favour will you? Make sure he gets enough sleep. We’re meant to be filming tomorrow. And I haven’t got any other day free this week, so if he wants a video with me, he’s got to be up for it tomorrow.”

“I’ll do my best”, you reasoned, looking over at the boy in question. “You know what he’s like.”

“Yeah, thanks (Y/N). I owe you one. Cheers (Y/N), goodnight!”

“Anytime. Goodnight Oli”, you smiled, hanging up. Turning to Jack, you relayed Oli’s message, “Guess you gotta go to bed if you want a video up this week.”

“But I’m sick (Y/N). Don’t I get any special privileges?”, he pouted.

“Sure you do. But only if you go to bed now”, you bribed. Looking at him, you realised how innocent he looked. He was wrapped in blankets, looking like a little child, as he begged to watch more TV. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep how’s that?”

“No. Stay the whole night. Please?” he begged, refusing to get up unless you agreed. And you there was no way you could actually say no to him, especially not now.

“Fine. C’mon then” you said, extending your arm to him, hauling him up. With some miracle, you had convinced him to take a quick warm shower, and got him a pair of clean sweats and hoodie.

The second he got back into room, he collapsed on the bed, lying across you. “There’s no way I’m gonna sleep with you like this.”

“Fine, fine” he said, scrambling over to the empty side.

“See? Isn’t this better” you asked, getting under the covers.

“Hmmm, not quite”, he trailed off. Jack got under the covers with you, his arm snaking around you as he pulled you against him. “This is much better”, he whispered.

Holding back the butterflies, you let yourself snuggle against him. “Yeah, this is nice”, you whispered back, the close proximity having taken its effect on you. As you drifted off to sleep, a calming wave washed over you, helping you fall into a sound slumber.

 A/N: really hope this wasn’t too shitty. And for thank you for not leaving when I went MIA. I promise I’ll slowly get more stuff up soon. Love you all to bits!

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....Take Me Back To When

Originally posted by now-s-cream

Pairing: Kirk x reader

Warnings: motherhood? Is that a warning? Lots of nostalgia

Words: 2749

A/N: Took me way longer than I intended, but here’s part 2 of “I Was Younger Then….” Thanks for sticking around and being mostly patient with me while life got in the way of pretty much everything. 

I’d love to hear any and all feedback you want to give me!! 

Part One is here if you missed it!

“I Was Younger Then….”


She groaned as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Squinting at the alarm clock, she could barely make out the numbers that told her it was far earlier than she would have liked to be up. She felt the cold sheets beside her, and sighed as she remembered that she was still alone. She stretched, turning down the noise on the baby monitor as she grabbed her robe off the chair and pulled it tight around herself. She padded down the hall to her daughter’s nursery. Picking up the baby, she rocked her, whispering comforts as she headed to the kitchen to heat up formula. Shaking her head, she noted the dinner that had been left out was untouched. Her husband hadn’t come home last night as promised. Biting back disappointment, her mind wandered into a sudden memory of years ago.

She was eight years old. She and James had pulled yet another dumb prank on his brother, and they were pressed together tightly in a closet, each of them fighting to get to the keyhole and watch everything go down. “Shhh!” She giggled, and James turned to her, shooting her a glare. She clamped her hand down over her mouth to stifle the noise and he grinned at her. The two of them had become inseparable in the three years since they’d met, and she could tell that he was close to laughing himself. A set of footsteps had them both going silent, and he took the crack in the door so she could watch through the keyhole.

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anonymous asked:

Can i have scenarios of my babies from teiko (the gom+haizaki+nijimura) and the 'beauty' of puberty (from squweeking voice to awkward boners stories)

(oh my god i love this ask!!?!?!)

Kuroko: He doesn’t get that much of a growth spurt, which makes him burn with envy, but on the inside. Thankfully, this boy is rather pure, so he doesn’t have any awkward boner stories. And he’s rather quiet too, so nobody really catches him when his voice does that embarrassing breaking thing. 

Kise: Puberty went smoothly for him. His cute looks transformed into his pretty boy looks, and he gained some nice muscle and height. However, having to deal with this newfound attractiveness and the popularity it attracted was difficult for Kise. Especially when talking to his fangirls sometimes brought out his voice breaking. He’s lowkey jealous that he doesn’t have much facial hair because he thinks that makes him ‘less manly’. 

Midorima: He shot up in height, which shocked his parents, as well as delighted them. You can surely imagine poor Shin-chan’s embarrassment, though, when his voice broke. He turned red and in his mortification, made a silent promise never to speak again until his voice deepened properly. 

Aomine: Another one with embarrassing voice cracks, who Satsuki teased relentlessly. He had a growth spurt over one summer, which meant he had to get new uniforms and clothes because the old ones no longer fit him. Also, middle school Aomine, upon newly discovering the wonders of gravure and porn, had many an embarrassing wet dream and random boners in class. 

Murasakibara: Poor Mukkun had to deal with growing pains along with his growth spurt. He found that buying clothes in Japan was difficult and tiresome. He, however, was nothing short of displeased when all his team mates got cool deep voices, and he still had a relatively squeaky one (i love suzuken as him ok don’t get me wrong!!). Murasakibara also chanced upon his older brother’s porn stash one day, which meant the weeks to follow were filled with random boners here and there. 

[EDIT: i forgot akashi lmao] Akashi: He, too, didn’t get much that of a growth spurt, especially compared to his counterparts, which left him really pissy. His voice would squeak and crack and break every time he spoke, and he found his intimidating disposition very hard to keep up with. Unfortunately, even the absolute Akashi wasn’t prone from accidental boners, and resorted to thinking about his father, the number one boner killer. 

Haizaki: He actively combats the newfound BO with copious amounts of axe body spray. I mean, he’s gotta smell the part too, you know. Haizaki loves what his voice sounds like, though, because he can be all sorts of intimidating now. He’s horny practically all the time, though, and is the victim of the classic ‘I have a boner and I have to go up to the board to answer a question’ trope.  

Nijimura: He bulks up a little with puberty, along with a deepening voice, both of which make him really glad. Facial hair, though, not so much. If he didn’t shave, he’d look like a dad, which didn’t help with the whole ‘tough guy’ image he associated himself with. 

Bonus! Momoi: She doesn’t think puberty is all bad, especially compared to what Aomine is going through, because all that happens to her is that her boobs grow. Her waist becomes a little slimmer and she loses some of her baby fat. That’s until she gets her period. The Teiko basketball team knows not to cross paths with her then, or they’ll end up beaten into a bloody pulp. Satsuki is vicious on her period. 

anonymous asked:

You gotta die sometime or Something Bad is Happening?

You Gotta Die Sometime bc I love Andrew’s voice and his solos are always my favorite. Like, Tracie killed it as well in Something Bad Happening and both songs are fundamentally devastating, but I just really loved Andrew’s voice and performance. Plus, I just love the melody of You Gotta Die Sometime - that offbeat piano is very very good.

Jack Maynard - I’m Sick *cough cough*

Requested: Yeah

Anon: Can you write an imagine about Jack getting sick and you having to take care of him, please. Love your writing so much, love. 💜💜

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS FOR 400 ohmygod ily all so much!! I’ve been busy a ton lately but i figured i could spare some time to dish this little one out for you guys. I hope you guys enjoy it
p.s. If you get my title reference, don’t judge, I couldn’t resist ;)

Word Count: 1258

Loud coughs could be heard as soon as you entered the Maynard-Pieters household. Kicking off your shoes at the door, you dropped your bag onto the little table shoved against the wall in a corner. You continued further into the house to find Jack sat on the couch in the living room.

“Hey buddy”, you called, sitting down next to him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here!” he moaned, letting his head roll onto your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you lifted his head and turned to face him, inspecting him. You lifted the back of your hand up to his forehead, then moving it down to his neck. “Got yourself a fever too, eh”, you chided him.

His lower lip jutted out, forming into a pout, as his head rolled back onto your shoulder. A barely audible groan left his lips. “Ugh! It hurts (Y/N), my head hurts”, he moaned. “Everything hurts!”

Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him close to your chest, hugging him tightly. “Have you eaten anything yet?” you asked.

“I don’t want food. I just wanna go to sleep”, his voice was hoarse.

“Love, you gotta have something. How ‘bout I make you some soup, eh?” you tried.

He looked up at you with bright eyes, asking, “Your special soup?”

“Yup!” you responded, chuckling. You stood up to get started on it, but Jack’s hand latched onto yours, keeping you next to him. “Don’t you want your soup, love?”

“But I want you stay with me more”, he whined, gently nestling his head closer to you.

“How ‘bout I make the soup, and then I’ll be back, and we can cuddle all you want”, you proposed.

He nodded happily at the thought, so you quickly got up before he pulled you back in. you headed to the kitchen to get started on the soup, bringing him some pills and glass of warm water while the soup was boiling. Once it was done, you brought it back to him, getting him to sit upright.

“Shit, Jack. I really think you should go to the docs. You can’t even sit straight. You’re too weak”, you voiced your concerns, your arm wrapped around his waist as he rested against you.

“No, I don’t need the doctors. I’ll be fine”, he reasoned. “Besides, I have your special soup”, he grinned cheekily.

A warm smile made its way across your face when you saw the look on his face. Even when he was sick, he still managed to put you in a good mood. Laughing along, you agreed, “Fine, but if it gets worse then I’m taking you to the doctors. No arguments”, you added, seeing the look on his face. You grabbed the remote from the coffee table before getting comfortable in the sofa, letting Jack lean into you.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, exasperated, but not really surprised to find the TV at the football channel when you turned it on. “Do you boys watch anything else?”

“(Y/N)! It’s football! Even you like it!” he defended. Rolling your eyes, you flipped through the channels, not being able to fine anything you could both agree on. You eventually gave in to him when he played the sick card and settled on a show you could hardly remember the name of.

About halfway through the first episode, Jack had finished his soup, and was now resting comfortably as he snuggled against you. His hand reached for yours, closing his fingers around your hand as your hands met. You sneaked a glance at him, trying to get a read off him. His gaze was directed onto the television, he seemed to be focusing a little too intently. Your fingers closed around his in response. You heard a small release of breath come from Jack. Silence enveloped the pair of you as you tried to be stealth about the glances you were sneaking at him.

The night passed rather quickly, with the pair of you sitting in comfortable silence for the majority of the time as you watched whatever show Jack had chosen. As the final credits rolled for 5th episode you had sat watching, Jack spoke. He turned to you, a yawn escaping his lips, “I’m getting a little tired. You alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine! I should head back home before it gets too late”, you rushed out, a sinking feeling kicking in at the thought that he wanted to get rid of you at only 9pm. You stood up, pushing off the blankets and cushions that surrounded you.

Jack latched on to your arm, chuckling lightly despite the smile not reaching his eyes. “That’s not what I meant, (Y/N). I was kinda hoping you’d stay over?” he trailed off.

His grip on your arm had travelled to your palm, holding your hand snug in his once again. “Oh. You want me stay?” you echoed, your eyes lighting up, relief washing over.

“‘Course I want you to stay. Who else is gonna take care of me, eh?” he joked.

“Well c’mon then. Let’s get you to bed” you offered.

Whining, he argued, “I mean I’m not that tired. Can’t we just watch one more episode?”

On cue, you phone rang. You picked it up before checking that Oli was ringing you. “You still over at Jack’s?” he asked, after the greetings had been out of the way.

“Yeah I’ll be here all night.”

“Good”, he laughed. “Do me a favour will you? Make sure he gets enough sleep. We’re meant to be filming tomorrow. And I haven’t got any other day free this week, so if he wants a video with me, he’s got to be up for it tomorrow.”

“I’ll do my best”, you reasoned, looking over at the boy in question. “You know what he’s like.”

“Yeah, thanks (Y/N). I owe you one. Cheers (Y/N), goodnight!”

“Anytime. Goodnight Oli”, you smiled, hanging up. Turning to Jack, you relayed Oli’s message, “Guess you gotta go to bed if you want a video up this week.”

“But I’m sick (Y/N). Don’t I get any special privileges?”, he pouted.

“Sure you do. But only if you go to bed now”, you bribed. Looking at him, you realised how innocent he looked. He was wrapped in blankets, looking like a little child, as he begged to watch more TV. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep how’s that?”

“No. Stay the whole night. Please?” he begged, refusing to get up unless you agreed. And you there was no way you could actually say no to him, especially not now.

“Fine. C’mon then” you said, extending your arm to him, hauling him up. With some miracle, you had convinced him to take a quick warm shower, and got him a pair of clean sweats and hoodie.

The second he got back into room, he collapsed on the bed, lying across you. “There’s no way I’m gonna sleep with you like this.”

“Fine, fine” he said, scrambling over to the empty side.

“See? Isn’t this better” you asked, getting under the covers.

“Hmmm, not quite”, he trailed off. Jack got under the covers with you, his arm snaking around you as he pulled you against him. “This is much better”, he whispered.

Holding back the butterflies, you let yourself snuggle against him. “Yeah, this is nice”, you whispered back, the close proximity having taken its effect on you. As you drifted off to sleep, a calming wave washed over you, helping you fall into a sound slumber.

A/N: Okay, I’m really not proud of this one. Tbh I’m not even sure what I was writing, but oh well. I think I might just be a little out of it. I’m really trying to get back into the swing of things :( In the meantime, please enjoy this and feel free to go back and check out my other stories too if you haven’t (or even of you have, go give it a read again if you fancy).

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