#I finished this before midnight and I got it on twitter before it ticked over so IT COUNTS

[tyuninthemirror]

— beside you: c.bg

— pairing: idol bf!beomgyu x fem!reader — genre: slight angst, fluff — word count: 2082 — disclaimers: none — synopsis: being on tour, all beomgyu wanted was to be beside you. he did all he could to make time pass, but did he ever consider how you felt? — series masterlist

— author's note: honestly, this wasn't my best work but i felt like i needed to get this out to get the series going. :( hope you still enjoy it though! ♥ (edited 6/30/23), (re-edited 12/31/23)

You checked your phone yet again that evening, a sigh escaping your lips – one of many that night. Your message had been sent at noon, delivered by 2 pm, but it remained unread.

The official TXT Twitter had confirmed they'd wrapped up their show in Houston, and as midnight ticked closer, you couldn't help but wonder why Beomgyu hadn't replied yet. You let out a self-deprecating chuckle, the sting of unshed tears blurring your vision as you stared at your phone screen.

You and Beomgyu hadn't been going out for long. You two met months ago since you worked at the game store he often frequented, but you only officially got together right before he went on tour. You knew dating an idol would be hard, but you couldn't ignore your feelings for him.

You supported everything he did and were ecstatic to hear he was going on tour. Everything went well in the beginning, Beomgyu messaged you when he woke up and sent photos of everything he ate, but stopped a few days ago when they arrived in New York. Sure, you understood the time difference and their busy schedules, but it suddenly took him over a day to reply, even if he was actively responding on Weverse.

"'Message me whenever,' my ass," you snickered, repeating the words he told you as they were leaving Seoul to start their world tour. You wiped your tears away, switched your phone off, and headed to bed, a thousand scenarios rushing through your head.

"Are we leaving yet?" Beomgyu groaned in the van, checking the time. "C'mon, let's get going, people!"

"Jesus Christ, what's the rush?" Yeonjun snapped, glaring at the younger boy from the front.

"He's just anxious to finish everything and return home," Soobin chuckled. "Y/N is waiting for him and all."

Kai snickered, nudging Soobin playfully. "I'll bet he's been bombarding her with those cheesy kissy emojis."

"Of course, he has! Have you seen all the stuff he bought her? I bet he's sent a billion photos to show off," Yeonjun joined with a mischievous smirk as he faced Beomgyu. He didn't expect the silence that followed. No snide remarks, no banter, just silence as Beomgyu started at the phone in his hand.

"Uhh, are you ok, Beomgyu?" Soobin asked after a brief pause.

"Am I supposed to be doing that?" Beomgyu asked, looking up at the boys who stared right back at him.

"You mean the texts?" Taehyun asked in return, confused at why the atmosphere had gotten serious. Instead of a goofy 'gotcha!' or joke, the older boy just nodded.

"Well, don't you want to show her everything you're experiencing abroad?" Yeonjun questioned. He always sees Beomgyu on his phone and assumes he is texting you. "Don't tell me you haven't been texting her?"

Before Beomgyu could respond, their manager gets into the front seat announcing their schedule for the day. Soobin and Yeonjun looked at each other, a bit worried at how Beomgyu had reacted earlier.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Soobin asked as they returned to their shared hotel room, Yeonjun following behind them. Though Beomgyu seemed normal throughout their schedule, something felt off. The older boys noticed how Beomgyu stared at his phone throughout the day.

"Yeah," Beomgyu answered, smiling a little bit. "I couldn't understand some of the questions during the interview earlier, but I think my English is improving!"

Yeonjun wasn't convinced. "We're not talking about the interview. You've seemed… off."

"What do you mean?"

"The conversation this morning seems to have bothered you," Soobin explained. "So we just wanted to make sure you're ok."

"Yeah, I'm ok, but I do miss Y/N a lot," Beomgyu chuckled, his voice cracking a little as he finished his sentence. Yeonjun was about to tease him about it, but he held it back when he saw Beomgyu's eyes glaze over.

"It can't be that bad," Yeonjun comforted. "Don't you guys call each other at night? It's not like you can't see each other."

"I haven't called Y/N in a while," Beomgyu admitted. That's when it clicked in Soobin's mind. He had been sharing the room with Beomgyu through their tour, but he had yet to see him on the phone with you since the New York stop.

"Did you guys break up?" Soobin cautiously asked. But it didn't make sense to him because he had just seen Beomgyu buy you a new pair of earrings when they were out yesterday.

"No! Of course not!" Beomgyu exclaimed, jumping up from where he was sitting on the bed, panic evident in his voice. "What made you say that?"

"Listen," Yeonjun sighed, pushing Beomgyu to sit back down on the bed. "If you don't tell us what's going on, we can't help you."

Beomgyu stared at the two boys standing in front of him, contemplating whether or not he should tell them. After a minute or two, he sighs in defeat and opens his messages with you.

y/n ♥ - 7/17/2022 - 22:00 i just had lunch~ did anything interesting happen in houston? miss you lots, hope today's show went great! x

"Choi Beomgyu, these are from last night," Yeonjun's rebuke was stern as he held the phone. Soobin's brows furrowed as he read more of your one-sided conversation.

y/n ♥ - 7/14/2022 - 10:00 it's midnight here now, i hope i'm not texting at a bad time. :)

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 13:00 it's 1pm there, you must be busy preparing for tonight's show. break a leg! i'm heading to bed since i have an exam in the morning. i miss you. xx

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 17:00 good morning from my side of the world! don't forget to take the probiotics i packed for you!

me - 7/15/2022 - 22:00 hey, y/n! hope your exam went well! the last few shows went great. we'll be heading to houston soon.

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 22:10 it did! the professor was nice enough to give us extra point but i think i barely passed. :))

y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 23:30 you must be asleep, sleep well! xx

y/n ♥ - 7/16/2022 - 07:00 sorry for texting this early in the morning, but i just wanted to say good night. i miss you. x

"Did you really only reply once out of all these messages?" Yeonjun's disbelief was evident. "Honestly, I'm surprised she's still waiting around."

"So much for missing Y/N," Soobin commented, handing the phone back with disappointment. "How could you leave her hanging like this?"

"I do miss her," Beomgyu's words were muffled by the mattress. "But every time we talked, I just… missed her more. I thought if I messaged her less, time would fly by, and the tour would end sooner."

Yeonjun shook his head, sitting beside Beomgyu. "That's selfish, man. You're not the only one in this relationship. Y/N understood what dating an idol entails, and she signed up for it."

Soobin chimed in, "She knew about the distance, the crazy schedules, the secrecy. She was prepared to deal with all that."

"Maintaining a relationship takes effort, especially in our line of work," Yeonjun added. "You need to balance your career and your personal life. And you can't just wish the tour away."

Silence hung heavy as Beomgyu processed their words. Eventually, he nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry for worrying you guys."

"We're not the ones you should be apologizing to," Yeonjun pointed at the phone.

As if on cue, your message popped up, and Beomgyu's face lit up, only for his expression to fall as he read it.

y/n ♥ - 7/18/2022 - 19:00 beomgyu, i think we need to talk.

"You dumbass," Yeonjun facepalmed.

"Talk to her. Just be honest," Soobin advised, allowing Yeonjun to cool down for a second. "I'm sure you can fix this."

"You better! How many times we've stuck our asses out to cover for you when you snuck out to meet Y/N! Don't let it go in vain!" Yeonjun scolded, raising his voice.

After asking Soobin and Yeonjun for some privacy and replying to your message with a 'call you in 5 minutes', Beomgyu spent the next few minutes scattering his brain, thinking of an excuse for his stupid behavior.

"Hey," Beomgyu's voice was soft as he greeted you, a tentative smile on his face.

"Hey," you returned the greeting, managing a smile despite the whirlwind of nerves inside you. You had braced yourself for a conversation that might end everything, especially after the silence on his end.

"Gyu, I just—" you started.

"I'm sorry—" he blurted out at the same time, and you both paused, a brief moment of laughter breaking the tension.

"Sorry, go ahead," you urged, your heart pounding against your ribs.

Beomgyu took a moment, his eyes cast downward. "I owe you an apology for the way I've been lately," he confessed, visibly uneasy. "I’ve been delaying my replies to your messages on purpose… I thought if I didn’t read them right away, time would pass faster and I'd be back with you sooner."

Your mind went blank, his words not quite computing.

"Y/N?" His voice pulled you back.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?" You blinked away your confusion.

Beomgyu repeated his apology, his half-smile tinged with regret. "I've been missing you so much, I thought I could make the tour go by faster. I never meant to ignore you or make you feel unimportant."

"I was so scared, I thought it was about me," you admitted, tears well up in your eyes as he expresses his feelings. The anxiousness you felt the last few days dissolved into nothing.

"No, Y/N," Beomgyu denied in a panic. "I handled it all wrong, I thought you would be lonely there while I was out here."

"Dummy, I'm so happy you're out there seeing the world. You've wanted this for so long," you tell him. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off as clingy. I just wanted to make sure you're taking care of yourself. You should enjoy being on the road as much as you can."

"Baby, sorry should be the last thing you say," Beomgyu sadly shakes his head. "I promise I'll communicate better from now on."

"Thank you, Beomgyu," you said, feeling a wave of warmth at his words.

"So, to more important things," Beomgyu exclaims, setting his phone down on the table and standing up from where he sat to riffle through his luggage. "Look what I got us! Matching beanies!!!"

You two talk for the next few hours until Yeonjun begs him to go to sleep.

"Good night, Y/N," Beomgyu smiled, looking at your face through the screen as you lay in bed. "I'll let you know when I finish my schedule tomorrow. I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't exchanged those words before the tour, and hearing them now felt monumental.

"I love you too, Gyu," you responded, your voice a whisper.

From off-screen, Yeonjun's voice chimed in, half teasing, half pleading, "Great, lovebirds. Now can we please sleep?"

With a shared chuckle, you both said your goodbyes, closing the call with reluctant smiles.

The screen went dark, and the quiet of your room enveloped you. Beomgyu's words echoed in your heart, a soothing balm to the ache of the past few days. Despite the distance, you felt closer to him than ever, knowing that love could bridge the gap between continents.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a contented sigh. The weight of his worry had lifted, replaced by a promise to do better, to be the partner you deserved, even from halfway across the world.

There was a soft knock at his door, and Soobin peeked in, a knowing smile on his face. "All good?" he whispered.

Beomgyu nodded, his smile a mirror of Soobin's. "Yeah, all good. Thanks, hyung."

Yeonjun's voice floated in from the hallway, teasing but warm, "Now get some sleep, Romeo. We've got another big day tomorrow."

The room settled into silence as Beomgyu drifted off to sleep, a single thought comforting him into dreams: 'I love you too, Y/N.' It was a simple phrase, yet it held the power of his entire world.

And so, the night passed, with both you and Beomgyu holding onto the love that had been reaffirmed, a love that would continue to grow with each passing day, no matter the distance, even if you weren't beside each other.

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Happy birthday, All Might!

#All Might #Toshinori Yagi #MHA #BNHA #My hero academia #boku no hero academia #My animation #I chipped at this over two weeks but due to my bad time management I ended up pushing myself for the last two days. Hand hurty! #I finished this before midnight and I got it on twitter before it ticked over so IT COUNTS #When I finished it I started laughing like the last person in a marathon that really didn't think they were gonna make it #That laugh of dumbfounded joy and accomplishment #I'm seeing mistakes but I must live with them!

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Clear The Area - Chapter Seventeen

Previous Chapter Here

Warnings: Strong language and an air of discomfort.

Notes: I hope this reads OK as it’s quite dialogue-heavy.

Tags: @kelbabyblue @jennmurawski13

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

The night shifts weren’t all bad. From time to time, they were even as good as “pretty straight forward”. They proved especially useful when trying to finish patient notes and random admin that always got left to the very end of the shift. Perhaps they’d endure a tidy-out of the stock cupboards if the crew was feeling generous. Since O’Brien had taken up his post at the hospital years earlier, he had insisted upon mandatory training updates for the ER units every three to four months (the national average was about once a year) so the team were regularly reminded not to set fire to their computers and not to leave boxes in places people could trip over. You’d be surprised how often both those things happened in an emerging crisis. 

“I swear he thinks we’re idiots half the time.” Complained Jack, his head now glued to the palm of his hand. Jack was hurtling towards an early retirement thanks to an ever-increasing distrust of the corporate environment ER departments found themselves in. We trained to save lives, he’d say, not file stat reports. He was so right, it hurt. 

The crew was sat round the reception desk. The ER was empty except for a local homeless man the team allowed in from time to time to sleep off his latest drunken adventures. 

“Who doesn’t know how to bend their knees when lifting something heavy?” Jack asked again. 

“Ryan for one.” Sarah joked, pointing her cold cup of tea towards the fellow nurse in question. Ryan was a tall and skinny guy, not dissimilar to Alexander Skarsgard in the right light but with less charm although he had left a few of the interns swooning of late. Shanna quite liked him, too. 

“One time, Sarah. One time and I suffered for it greatly.” Ryan remarked, spinning a full 360 in his swivel chair. “Did you tick ‘agree’ or ‘strongly agree’ for question eleven?” 

“Oh, if you don’t tick ‘strongly agree’ even if you only ‘agree’, they mark you down a couple of percentage points.” Entered Audrey, slamming down a pile of files on the desk beside Sarah. Their nightly routine just got more interesting. “Just get it over with. It’s not worth the effort. It’s just O’Brien being obsessed with stats again. He turns everything into a competition. I swear it’s unhealthy.”

Ryan looked momentarily confused before returning to face his computer screen. He re-read the question for the fifth time and rubbed his eyes in resignation. Something about 3am made this far too complicated. 

“When did you even find time to do this, Aud?” Jack asked, turning back to Sarah and Audrey in time to witness their shared look self-satisfaction. “I’ve been sat here for half an hour and am still only part way through the first section.” 

“I logged in at home earlier.” she responded before catching Sarah’s quizzical look. “Well, Michael did most of it for me.” 

“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Jack, chucking his pen on the table, giving up. “Got no chance then, have I? Michael’s a bloody genius. Hey, how much for him to do mine?” 

“Normally I’d say $100 but he’s pretty cheap these days.” shrugged Audrey. “Probably a fancy cigar would do.” 

“He still grumpy about the you-know-what?” whispered Sarah to her friend when the guys started joshing between themselves. 

Audrey leaned back on the desk beside her and took the mug from Sarah’s hands to take a sip, grimacing slightly at the sweetness. For some reason, Sarah had to have at least three sugars in her tea if she was drinking it post-midnight. It helped to keep her more alert apparently. She didn’t drink it like that at any other time of the day. “No more than usual. Seems like we’re both unlucky in that department at the moment.” 

Sarah smiled at her in acknowledgement, lips thin before biting the inside of her cheek. 

Following their last meet-up, Chris had been decidedly quiet. Too quiet almost. It was weird. He hadn’t messaged her. He hadn’t called or visited their apartment except to collect a parcel he had left. Sarah has been out for a run at the time and had felt silently glad to have missed him. He hadn’t updated his twitter and there had been multiple sports events occurring that would have guaranteed a humblebrag or five. Shanna had pledged to buy rib-eye steaks for a Saturday night meal during a Celtics game and he had cancelled at the last minute citing an interview he had conveniently forgotten. Even Audrey thought it was weird. If anything was guaranteed to get his attention and bring him out of whatever funk he was in, it was the promise of sports and a ‘Grade A’ barbeque. 

Shanna merely put it down to his laziness or him having something better turn up. Scott had started replacing Chris around their apartment, wanting to get some of his own distance from the tricky Zach situation and it helped her feel better knowing he was at least in touch with him if Shanna wasn’t. He was evidently still alive. 

Sarah decided to swap a couple of daytime stints to partner up with Audrey for the nights. She needed the comfort of working with a good friend to calm her down from whatever ledge her anxiety had placed her on. 

“You know that he’ll come back, right?” Audrey interrupted her thoughts. Maybe Sarah spoke too soon. “Haven’t you got that birthday thing for Lisa coming up?” 

That trip was a couple of weeks away yet. She was trying to bank some reasonable excuses but everything sounded lame in the cold light of day and Lisa was never going to accept her not coming as well. Surely things would have smoothed themselves out by then? 

“This won’t just fix itself, hun, you’ll need to speak to him eventually. And the sooner the better.” 

It was like Audrey had a hotline straight into Sarah’s psyche. It was unnerving at the best of times. Sarah knew she was right of course. It’s just, a little bit of distance would be a good thing, right? Even Chris himself had offered that advice from time to time, and stressing herself out at this point almost seemed counterintuitive. 

“I reckon you could go in an hour or so if you wanted.” Audrey offered, nudging her friend with her elbow to bring her back into the room. “It’s dead out there.”

“I hope not.” Sarah joked, trying to lighten the mood. “We’d be shit at our jobs if that was the case.” 

Audrey laughed for the first time since Sarah could remember that day. It was moments like this that reminded her of why she enjoyed working alongside her so much, and why she didn’t mind if it resulted in overtime. 

“You wanna take patient referrals while I take the EPRs?” 

“How can I refuse an offer like that?” Sarah picked up the dozen or so documents sat in front of her and grabbed the nearest chair. Audrey told her she’d put the kettle on and nudged the guys still glued to their screens. Ryan had pretty much given up logical thinking and was now ticking random boxes. Jack was cursing under his breath. O’Brien was going to be in for a real treat when he could finally tabulate the responses. 

It was nearing 6.20am when Sarah and Audrey finally packed up to go. Matt and Stephanie had just arrived to take over for the morning, bringing a fresh perspective for the day. There wasn’t much for them to catch up on so it should be a smooth few hours at least. Sarah even ran a mop through the staff locker room as an added gift – Steph was a notorious clean freak – nearly tripping Greg up in the process. 

He’d been on leave for the past fortnight and his hair was a little longer than she remembered. A five o’clock shadow graced the lower part of his face and it suited him more than she thought it would. He had kept up with the informal tie-less attire and he seemed to be, dare she it, enjoying himself. 

“God, I’m so sorry.” She held her hands up in a mock mea culpa. “I was just gonna put it away before heading out. It was a stupid place to leave it.” 

“Did you not take the Health and Safety refresher?” he joked, rebalancing himself and trying to play down the redness creeping into his cheeks from the embarrassment of temporarily losing his footing in front of her. 

“You gonna rat me out to O’Brien? ‘Cos you know as well as I do that he doesn’t need yet another reason to know he’s right.” She shifted the mop and bucket and placed them back in the supply closet before reaching for her bag again. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He moved passed her before turning to face her again. “Tell you the truth, I ghosted the last couple of tabs myself. Who knew there were so many ways to ask questions about standing in elevators?” 

Sarah rolled her eyes in acknowledgement. “Yeh. I can’t wait to have the team meeting when he realises we’ve all pretty much done the same thing. That’s gonna be fun. I might finally take some of my holiday.” 

“Yeh, good plan. Hey listen,” His words stopped her in her tracks, feet from the exit. “Um, I know it’s been a while but I was wondering if you might want to reschedule that tennis match some time? Or if not, we could get some dinner or something? There’s that new sushi place on Reagan Street. It’s meant to be really good if you fancy it?” 

She was indeed familiar with that very restaurant thanks to the glowing reviews she had been unable to avoid since it opened. Audrey had only mentioned it a mere thousand times in her presence. Word was that bookings were now months in advance so she wasn’t sure how Greg was hoping to find a table unless he wanted to make plans with her in November. Given the number of commitments he always appeared to have going on, it wouldn’t be completely outside the realm of possibility. 

“Wow, I thought that place was fully booked?” 

“Yeh, it is, but I went to college with one of the investors and he’s promised me a one-off.” 

Of course he did. Sarah bit her bottom lip to stop herself from chuckling out loud, imagining Audrey’s face when she would inevitably find out. To be honest, she was genuinely surprised he was still showing a minor interest in her. When she finally made eye contact with him, his earnestness was practically shining. Had he always had perfect skin?  

“Um…” That was a good start, she thought. 

“Honestly, it’s not a big deal if you’d rather not.” He helpfully pre-empted her awkward rejection but she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. “I’ve been meaning to go is all and I knew you liked sushi and figured it might be fun? They have live Jazz on Sunday nights.” 

When did he find out she liked sushi? And live Jazz? Just how much had Audrey told him about her? 

Realising she probably looked perplexed, she shuffled her shoulder strap back up onto her shoulder and tried to relax the awkwardness setting in between them. It was still quiet and no one was within earshot that she could figure out of her peripheral vision. 

“It’s not you, Greg, I promise. It’s just, I’m not really looking to get into anything right now. With anyone. Plus, we work together and…I’m sorry. I hope that’s OK?” 

“Hey, look, I promise it won’t be awkward. There’s absolutely no expectations from me and if you change your mind, just let me know, yeh? I literally know no one else who likes Sashimi so I can’t waste my only chance to get a table.” He chuckled and she felt more at ease. 

“If it’s any consolation, I’m a pretty crap date.” She smiled at him as she edged herself down the hall, putting space between them both literally and figuratively. “You wouldn’t be missing out.” 

“Oh, I doubt that somehow.” He returned her smile. “I’m serious, though. Just let me know. Anytime. No expiration date.” 

And with that, she had been left dumbfounded by two men in the space of a single week. 

* 

It would have been easier to get the early morning bus home at this time, as tired as she was starting to feel. She hadn’t slept well in the last few days and she had a creeping nausea from the lack of proper rest. The walk and crisp, fresh air might do her some good. It was practically full daylight even at this hour, and it was sometimes fun to watch people on their own way to work, huffing along, trying not to drop their coffees. 

The out-of-town school bus passed her a few minutes out from her apartment and as she rounded the corner, she got this weird sense that someone was watching her. Another corner turned and she could see her building in the near distance. Still, she couldn’t shake it. She stopped, pretending to fumble for her phone in her pocket and turned around swiftly to see a sweaty Chris stop a few steps behind her. 

It took her a moment to register it was in fact him, his beard fuller and a Red Sox cap pulled down low over his eyes. He had sweats and sneakers on and looked like he was on a run. Honestly, if someone else had spotted him from this distance, they would have worried he was going to attack her. 

“Hey,” she said, turning to fully face him. “What are you doing out at this time?” 

He didn’t respond at first. He shuffled from one foot to the other before grounding himself and taking a couple of steps towards her. Again, he shuffled back a step like he was rethinking his move. She didn’t appreciate seeing him like this, so unsure of himself. 

“Five months out from filming some pre-shoots so figured I’d make a start.” He finally spoke. Not a really a smile but he at least sounded OK. 

“Cool.” She said, nodding back at him. “Um, I’m not sure if Shanna is awake yet but do you want to come inside for some water or coffee?” 

“Yeh, that’d be great. Thanks.” 

She turned to continue walking on. For a few long moments, he stayed walking slightly behind her. A couple more strides and he had decided to catch up. The last time it had taken this long to walk this same street, she had been so drunk she had narrowly avoided falling into her neighbour’s front garden. 

“Five months? You’re not that out of shape.” She tried to make a joke. It was the only thing she could think of. Audrey would be eye-rolling like a champ if she could see them now. 

Chris knew she was trying to make small talk now so he decided to indulge her. It was a fair response, he thought - he was doing OK - as he followed her up the stairs deliberately keeping two or three behind her in an effort to keep it casual. 

“Oh, y’know. I fluctuate pretty easily. A few pizzas here and there and it’s game over.” 

They walked into her kitchen and she had been right in assuming Shanna was still asleep. Unless she had awoken really early but that was highly unlikely, unless there was a sale at Ted Baker she didn’t know about. 

He lingered in the doorway while she searched the fridge for a bottle of water. Grabbing one from the back, she turned to hand it to him expecting him to be within an arm’s reach from her but he had been distracted by something down the hall before turning back to her. Gratefully, he accepted it and walked into the kitchen to take up his usual spot leaning against the counter. 

“Sorry, did you say you wanted a coffee?” She offered. 

“Nah, I’m good. Can’t really take caffeine until this afternoon.” 

“Sorry. I always forget how strict it is.” She apologised, offering him a sympathetic smile. 

He took a long swig from the bottle, not breaking eye contact from her. “No need to apologise. You OK? Night shift?” 

“Yeh. Pretty quiet, thankfully.” 

“I’ve always meant to ask but what is it like, a night shift? I can’t work out if it would be worse or not.” 

She understood what he meant and laughed. “It can go either way to be honest but it’s been quiet the last few nights. Nothing crazy. I caught up with some paperwork, so…” She shrugged again, acutely aware of how boring she must sound. 

He nodded at her. “Aren’t people supposed to be crazier in the summertime?” 

“Well, kids are around more and families tend to spend more time together, so…” 

The apartment was unnervingly quiet now which was weird. She could hear the uptake in traffic outside which provided some relief that perhaps he couldn’t hear her heart beating out of her chest. She could make out some small sweat patches on his hoodie and it did something to her that she wasn’t expecting. Shaking the thought from her head, she turned to switch the kettle off. 

“What?” He asked. 

She jerked her head back around to face him. “Huh?” 

“You were thinking of something. Your neck just went red.” He smiled, tilting his head at her and relishing the look of surprise making its way over her features, knowing he’d caught her out. 

That was news to her. She knew she had “tells” but a red neck was not usually one of them. How come no one had ever told her about this? 

“I can’t tell if you’re joking with me or not.” She inquired, playfully narrowing her eyes at him in an effort to lighten the mood. 

He shrugged a shoulder at her, a smirk starting to cross his fine features. Joshing with her was good. She’d take that. A small step in the right direction. 

“Sometimes, it’s really obvious. You get it when you’re embarrassed about something, or when you try to lie. I’d never really noticed it before, but...” He paused. His expression started to turn more thoughtful and she wished he’d just continue to make fun of her instead. 

“Guess I won’t be playing poker anytime soon.” She finished the thought for him. 

“Yeh, no, you’d be rubbish at that. Just terrible.” He took another swig from his bottle and waited for her to throw something at him. 

“Thanks.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

The room went quiet again. She stirred her mug of coffee and offered him another chance at one which he politely refused although his discipline was waning slightly now he could smell it. 

“So this is fine.” He said after a couple of minutes, nodding in a slightly exaggerated manner. He looked out of the kitchen window. “We can do this, right? No awkwardness. No embarrassment. Just normal, everyday conversation.” 

“’Course,” she nodded in agreement. 

“Start as we mean to go on, right?” 

She nodded again. This felt like a trap and she couldn’t put her finger on why. Chris had a knack for saying and doing two different things at the same time, an intimidating ability that often put people on edge if he thought it would serve his purpose, whatever that may be. Probably the actor in him. When you called him out, he would aggressively defend himself which only served to prove the point you were making in the first place. 

Scott was the only one, truly, who knew when it was happening. It had taken Sarah years to get to a similar position but now, she wasn’t sure she was remotely close to it. 

“It’s as good a starting point as any, I guess.” She shrugged again, sipping from her cup. 

“So there’s no need to ignore me then.”  

“I haven’t been ignoring you, have I?” 

“You tell me. I’m just pre-empting it is all. I’m just saying we can still interact, you and me, if we need to. Like, it doesn’t always have to be in social settings with other people around.” He took a final drink from his bottle and turned to locate the recycling pot stashed away in the corner. Even with a mundane task, he always looked cool doing it. 

“So don’t worry about it.” 

“Alright then. That’s good to know.” She shot him a raised eyebrow which he caught and returned with a sly smirk. “I’m just trying to be sensible. We have to get this right or else there’s no point.” 

“I know, I get that, too.” If he wasn’t attempting to be serious before, he was now. He had a hand on his hip and seemed to have grown a few inches in height. “What do you think I’m trying to say?” 

“I…think I’m on the backfoot again and it’s weird.” She held a hand up in defence. 

“Hey, I’m just doing what we agreed, OK? I’m just following your rules.” 

“They’re not rules.” She struggled to regulate the volume in her voice in case she disturbed Shanna. “And you’re making it sound like I’m controlling the situation when I’m not. We both agreed on this. There’s no point being difficult about it.” 

Was he being difficult? Yes. Obviously, he was. He wasn’t happy. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling but happy definitely wasn’t it. Things were out of sorts and he hadn’t been able to eat carbs or sugar for four days so the withdrawal symptoms certainly weren’t helping. He should go easier on her. She was doing the thinking for the both of them. He should learn to be more grateful for that. 

He scratched the back of his head and let out an audible sigh in frustration. “I’ll try harder, I promise. We’ve got that cabin thing coming up with Mom, so…I promise I’ll be good.” 

He imitated the scout salute and she smiled at him, a smile not quite reaching her eyes. 

* 

Another night shift and Audrey and was starting to get suspicious. No one willingly switched for a night shift. For one thing, there was a disproportionate amount of recovery time. A couple of night shifts often took in excess of a week to recover from; a week that a nurse definitely did not have to spare. 

“He been buggin’ you?” she asked, finally growing tired of the silence. 

“Who?” Sarah looked up from the cabinet. “No, not really. We haven’t really spoken.” 

“So why are you ignoring him?” 

“I’m not ignoring him! Why does everyone think that?” 

“Who’s everyone?” 

Crap. Audrey had her there. Sarah open and closed her mouth without a sound coming out. She took a breath. “He’s not bugging me. He’s not. I’m just trying to limit the times we’re in the same place at the same time.” 

“Huh, you’d think he would at least allow you to have peace in your own home.”  

“Well, to be fair, he hasn’t been around all that much, but…at least I don’t have to worry about him showing up unannounced. It’s stupid but I feel way more awkward about him than I thought I would. It’s like I can’t even stand to be under his gaze.” 

Audrey glanced at her friend, wishing she could offer some words of comfort. Even for someone as verbose as she normally was, she was finding it a struggle. Sarah wasn’t much looking for words of comfort at the given time either. She was all too aware of the predicament she was in and how much responsibility laid at her feet. In her mind, waiting it out was the only logical solution she could come up with. The only logical solution that didn’t require more conversations with someone who could feasibly run rings around her “theory” that if they just stayed apart for a little while, they would suddenly and magically forget about the past couple of months. 

They stayed filing documents in silence again, the air seemingly getting thicker. 

“You ever spoken with someone and it’s like they’re thinking the complete opposite of what’s coming out of their mouth?” Sarah huffed while shoving the cabinet drawer closed. 

“Not really. That person’s usually me.” 

“But why?” she asked. “Why can’t you just be normal?”  

“I mean, it’s not my go-to response of course. It’s normally reserved for occasions when I am trying to indulge someone because I know they’re talking bullshit. Like, when I know Mike has been gambling but he tries to deny it? It’s just easier to figure him out that way.” 

Sarah froze to the spot, looking at her friend. She breathed a heavy sigh and turned to lean back on the table behind her and crossed her arms. She stared at her shoes for a second. 

“Chris is a smart guy. I’ll give him that.” Audrey muttered loudly so she was sure Sarah could hear. 

“Give me something! I’m your friend here.” She implored her before chuckling to herself at Audrey’s face and her own apparent lack of self-awareness. 

“You know what I think? You’ve probably got withdrawal symptoms from the all the amazing sex you’ve had and now you’re sulking. I think you should get back on that horse and let him fuck you again. That’s what this is.” 

Sarah eyed her friend again. For once, she would love to hear someone tell her that she was right. “That’s really not helping, y’know.” 

“And this is?!” Audrey’s shriller tone cut through the dry air, smacking Sarah right in the face. “Honey, this isn’t healthy. You hiding out in the hospital and treating it like your own solace is not healthy at all. I love you but you are your own worst enemy.” 

“Alright, thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you for your unswerving efforts to be honest with me at all times and not, like a normal pal, be comforting in any way.” Sarah comically bowed to her friend before considering leaving the office. She would have followed through with the idea as well if it wasn’t for the cosy warmth of O’Brien’s office versus the coldness of the ER department thanks to a leaking pipe. “It’s difficult. I’m sorry. I don’t wanna fall out with you, Audrey.” 

Audrey just smiled at her. “I don’t know why you think you have to be the beacon of morality all the time, Sarah. Take a look around. No one else is. We all out here just trying to live our lives as best we can and a part of that is taking advantage of moments of happiness when we find them.” 

Something about what Audrey was saying did resonate with her but comparing two months of happiness with Chris to ten years with Shanna was not something she could in good conscience do. Shanna was her security blanket. She provided a comfort of living with someone with shared life experience, of knowing how little you thought about yourself because you were given up as a baby. Honestly, from the very first day they had met, Sarah felt lucky to know her. 

Yes, Shanna could be immature at times. Maybe a little selfish. She would often get carried away with trivial things and wasn’t the most reliable person, but what Sarah got in return was worth that and more. Her family enjoyed highlighting the maternal care Sarah would have to provide to someone who was seven months older than she was, but honestly it didn’t matter. 

Maybe this was one of the rare occasions where Audrey was wrong. 

Chris was a fling at best, Sarah told herself, when she was lying in bed struggling to fall asleep. When she was cold and missing his arms around her. They were both having shitty times and they both got something out of it. That was what Chris had said himself at the very beginning. 

Chris 08.15am: You home? Shanna said you were working late again 

It was like he knew she would be thinking about him. 

Chris 08.17am: I really dont want u ignoring me all the time. This is hard for me right now as well 

Fuck. 

Sarah 08.21am: I kno. I’m so sorry I made you feel like that :(

He didn’t respond. She thought she saw the tell-tale three dots of him writing something but nothing appeared. Giving up on sleep, she got up and headed into the kitchen. Shanna had left her some bacon in the fridge and a fresh bread bun on the side so she turned on the grill and set about making some coffee. 

She felt strangely awake for this time and the apartment was nice and warm from the bright sunshine streaming in from all corners. Maybe a run would help. Or a cold shower.  

Chris 08.44am: I wanna be honest with u but I dont think u want that 

Chris 08.45am: so what do i do?? 

Fuck knows. 

Chris 08.51am: Can I come over? 

Sarah 08.54am: that’s not a good idea 

Chris 08.55am: cos you know what will happen? 

Chris 08.56am: what does that tell you?? 

She was sure he was nursing some kind of hangover or, quite possibly, he was still a little bit drunk. There were two responses she could give, she figured. The first would be her usual denial and perhaps an excuse that she was busy or working later than planned. The second, and ultimately the one she opted for, was to agree with him. 

Sarah 09.05am: I know what it tells me. That’s why I’m saying you shouldn’t come over 

Another three dots followed. There was only so many times they could go around and around in circles and as much as Audrey’s words made sense to her, it felt like she had to make the effort to regain some normality. 

He didn’t respond. She stared at her phone for an age but nothing came through. Maybe he got the message? Maybe he had fallen asleep. She was both relieved and suspicious; Chris wasn’t someone who backed down from an argument when he thought he was right. He had said as much himself. 

She turned the grill off, having lost her appetite. A run might make more sense and could help clear her head. 

She couldn’t sit around waiting for Chris to make his next move. 

*

#Chris evans #chris evans fic #evans fic #fanfiction #clear the area #sarah bernette #chris evans x original female character

[thepinkwriterr]

Creature Comfort // Peter Parker AU Part Two

Tobias Jesso Jr. - Can’t Stop Thinking About You 

“It’s ridiculous! What’s the point of having magic if I can’t cast spells?” I followed my father through the study into the living room. “You saw what happened when I saved-” I thought of the last time I saw him. Did he remember? Did he mean it? What did it mean? Would he still like me now that everything changed? Does he feel the same way about me?

My thoughts raced in a millisecond as I finished my sentence. “-Peter.” I finished. “You don’t even know how you did that. You didn’t know what spell that was. It was purely circumstantial.” My father rationalized. “C’mon Dad.” I pouted. “Claire-”He sighed,“I can’t lose you. What if we have to fight another war? I can’t lose you too. Not you.” My father’s voice cracked as he spoke. “Dad...” I trailed off. “I-I’ll be fine.”

“Fine. I’ll train you harder and teach you out of the Training Wheels Guide. But you have to promise to be focused. That means no TV, no Friday night movies with friends-” He explained. “Dad, you know I don’t have friends.” He wasn’t amused. “And no boys.” Shit.

With Peter rattling through my head, I was already breaking his rules. “Got it.” I nodded. I beelined for the stairs. “Everyone is coming for dinner tonight. Look presentable.” My father informed me. I turned to face him. “Who’s everyone?” I questioned. “You know who.” He nodded. 

9:35. Everyone should be here about now. Would Peter be here? What happens if he is here? Will it be awkward? Probably. Will he think I look good? Of course he will. I always looked good. I rationalized. Alright, time to go. I swung my door open and walked down the stairs. They were all seated at the table, and my father was talking. 

“You can’t blame the kid! He did his best.” Tony seethed. “-He could’ve costed Claire her l-” I came into view of Stephen. I could see fire in his eyes. Quickly he stood and met me at my standing place. “What are you wearing?” He whispered-yelled not so quietly. “What’s the problem?” I asked, looking down at my outfit. “All my colors match.” I returned. Tony and Steve snickered at my gull. “You look homeless! Ripped jeans and a star wars shirt?” He mocked my outfit. I shrugged. “I-I think she looks fine.” Peter spoke up from the table. Oh my god... He’s here. He’s here and complimented me. 

Stephen shot him a fiery glare. “Just sit down...” He curtly ordered through gritted teeth. “Okay...” I trailed off, sitting next to Tony and Bruce. “What’s his problem?” Tony jabbed. “I know right.” I joked back. “Enough!” Stephen exclaimed. Dinner was awkward. My face was still burning from Peter’s compliment, and my dad was still upset about my snide comments. Eh, whatever. He’ll get over it. 

Sometimes it was nice not to worry about the avengers. Save for the first and last twenty minutes, it was like we were all normal people. We weren’t superheros. I wasn’t sitting in between The Hulk and Iron Man, I was sitting next to Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. The two smartest guys I knew. He wasn’t Dr. Strange, he was my Dad. The coolest loser out there. And I wasn’t laughing along with Thor- Well, I was, he’s always Thor. But the hammer was gone. Anyway, the point is, we dropped the egos. 

T’Challa was the first to leave. Then Steve, Rhoady, Sam, and Clint. Bruce and Natasha looked at each other, pained, as they both stood to leave. I could feel the tension in the air. “They’ll be together within the month.” Tony leaned over and whispered after they left. I gave him a stifled laugh. 

“Well, I have to go. Can’t have Loki destroying what’s left of Asgard.” Thor joked as he stood. “I’ll see you soon.” My father stood and shook his hand before showing him out. With Tony gone to the bathroom, it was just Peter and I, alone. “So...” He muttered awkwardly. “Yeah.” I nodded, laughing at our awkwardness. “How have... things... been?” He sputtered. “Good.” I answered after laughing. “What about you? How is it being Spiderman?” I joked. 

“It’s fun.” He nodded, rubbing his hands on his thighs under the table nervously. “Good.” I nodded as well. “What’s goin’ on here?” Tony asked, sitting down in his spot once again. “Oh we-we’re just talking. That’s all...” Peter jangled about. “Welp, I think we’ve expended our hospitality long enough. Are you ready, Peter?” Tony stood from the table, then looked to Peter. “Uh-yeah-yeah.” He nodded erratically. “Bye, Claire. It was nice to see you again.” Tony embraced me in a short hug. “Make sure to give Stephen Hell.” He joked. “Bye, Tony. I’ll be sure to!” I laughed. Peter slipped out behind Tony after shouting a quick, “Bye!” 

I slumped down in my seat and sighed. Well that didn’t help my racing thoughts... “You wanna help clean this up?” Dad asked, walking into the dining room. “Huh? Oh yeah, sure.” I nodded, standing. “Huh, Peter left his jacket.” He spoke up, looking to the only tucked in chair. “Really? I’ll hurry and give it to him.” I quickly snatched the black jacket and ran out the door. 

“Peter!” I yelled as I stood in the doorway. Tony’s car door open and Peter got out. “Yeah?” He called back. “Your jacket!” He quickly made his way over to me. Now we were alone on the secluded porch. “Thanks...” He breathlessly spoke, inches from my face. I wanted so badly to reach out and kiss him again. But I couldn’t risk it. The time isn’t quite right. “Thanks...” He repeated, looking lost. “You’re welcome.” I grinned. I couldn’t help but smile. He made my heart skip a beat, as cheesy as that sounds. “I-I’ll see you later.” He mirrored my smile. “Yeah... see you later.” I whispered as he ran off. 

“You okay, kiddo?” Dad asked as we dried dishes. I shrugged. “I’m a little tired I guess.” I shrugged again. I couldn’t tell him about me fancying Peter. He wouldn’t like it because he’s so protective, and I wouldn’t be aloud to be around him ever again. Plus, he won’t teach me spells. 

He has to like me. He just has to. I mean, he kissed me. He kissed me! And then when I’m around him he’s all nervous and awkward. I thought over every interaction I had ever had with Peter as I laid in bed that night. I mean, he must think of me. He must.

Peter’s POV 

The ride home was silent. My heart was racing and my face was still flushed, and I could feel adrenaline pumping through my whole body. I had nothing to say. All I could think about was her fingertips brushing mine as she handed me my jacket. I was still gripping the cloth in my hands as it lie in my lap. 

When Tony dropped me home, I just walked to my door. “Hey Kid, what’s up?” May asked as I walked through the kitchen. “How was dinner?” She questioned further. “It was good. Fun.” I nodded. “Is everything alright?” May asked. “Yeah, I’m just tired. That’s all.” I lied, shrugging. “Alright. Well, get some sleep. You have school in the morning.” She patted my shoulder.

I was still tired in the morning because I stayed up until midnight looking at Twitter. Probably not the best choice. Pulling my clothes on felt like weights attached to my limbs. I rubbed sleep from my eyes and put my shoes on my feet. I hurried to the subway, not wanting to be late for school.

I tried so hard, but I couldn’t get her out of my head. She was just so pretty. I’d never felt this way. I mean, I’ve had elementary school crushes, but this girl... She was gorgeous. She was smart. Funny, witty, she had great style. And not to mention, she could do magic. Oh, and also, she saved my life! Jesus, I have to do something about her. It seems like she’s always ticking in my head. 

“Peter. Peter? Peter!” May’s voice pushed through my thoughts as I walked into the house. “Oh. Hey May.” I had walked all the way home, and even went on the subway all while in deep thought. “You have been acting weird lately. What’s up, kiddo?” She ruffled my hair and slumped into her chair, resting her chin on the back of her hand. 

“I-I’m fine. Really.” I lied. “I’m just...thinking. That’s all.” I wasn’t entirely lying. May’s face lit up and smiled. “There’s a girl.” Her smiled showed that she knew. “Wuh-what? N-no...” I looked to her nervously, sputtering and sweating buckets. 

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel memes #marvel #peter parker #spiderman #tony stark #peter parker x reader #infinity war #dr strange #stephen strange

[jamielton]

late night snack - Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson

Pairing: Jamilton

Words: 1339

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10642380

Alexander writes until the wee hours of the morning. In the bedroom, Thomas -sleeps soundly. Midnight snacks and a yelp ensue.

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A little drabble I decided to crank out instead of sleeping. Entirely gratuitous fluff about them bois inspired by the following prompt: Imagine your OTP waking up at the same time for a midnight snack and Person B scares Person A on accident.

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It was late.

As per usual, Alexander was still awake, typing away on his computer as he tried to write down all his thoughts in an at least somewhat concise manner, which was tricky considering that his writing was being fueled by about three and a half cups of coffee and determination alone. Still, he tried. It wasn't for work or anything, just thoughts on the last book he'd finished, so when he glanced at the corner of his screen and saw that it was already three in the morning, he decided to stop, at least for a bit. Maybe it would help with the formulation of his opinions, give him more to work with once he had taken a breather.

As he sat back, he could feel his spine popping as it straightened, and to him it was satisfying. Thomas always cringed at the sound, thought it sounded like it hurt. He smiled briefly at the thought of climbing into bed and curling up close to him, which was an image that seemed pretty appealing, given that he hadn't slept in roughly twenty hours. Gone were the days when he could stay up for forty hours, functioning purely on energy drinks, strong, terribly tasting coffee, and sheer spite as he wrote down essays, planned projects, worked for the sake of working.

As age creeped up, he got tired quicker, but he wasn't complaining. Ever since Thomas stumbled onto his life, things had changed. And 'stumbled' was the correct term, he didn't simply walk into his life, he crashed down into it, tearing things apart just so he could build them back up later. Alexander was still the same as before, but completely different at the same time, as was Thomas. They both molded each other as they moved along.

Alexander pulled a face at his own thoughts, and just how cheesy it all sounded, even to him. But love was love, and if love meant thinking about the object of said love sweetly enough to create cavities, so be it. He'd welcome it gladly. 

Before he could derail on waxing poetic about Thomas in his mind and spend another twenty minutes at it, Alexander pushed his chair away from his desk and stood up, walking over to the kitchen. It had already been hours since he'd last eaten, and his stomach was already gurgling its complaints. 

Ever since he moved in with Thomas, he had never had the issue of opening the fridge and seeing nothing but a nearly empty bottle of ketchup and a suspicious take out box on the back of a shelf that had been sitting there for god knew how long. There was always fruit, cold cuts, the works. Thomas liked keeping things stocked, and actually enjoyed doing grocery shopping, which baffled Alexander to no end, but he appreciated it nonetheless. He couldn't really complain about convenience.

He didn't take too long to figure out what he wanted, just took an apple from one of the shelves and bit down into it with a satisfied hum as he leaned over the counter, arms resting on the marble top. In that quiet, still moment, with only the soft ticking of a clock on the background, Alexander relaxed, eyes closing as he chewed. 

It didn't last.

Now, Alexander was a naturally jumpy person. It was fairly easy to scare him, probably because he spent most of his time in his head, thinking about something else, considering something that had absolutely nothing to do with the present moment. Not too hard to freak out someone who was only present in body and not mind most moments.

Which was why when the lights turned on in the kitchen, Alexander managed to yelp, drop his apple and jump back, all in under three seconds, just enough time for a familiar laugh to make itself known.

"Good evening," Thomas said through barely concealed and sleepy giggles, grinning as Alexander placed a hand over his heart and the other on his hip, doing his very best to glare at Thomas.

"It was, until you decided to give me a heart attack," Alexander said dramatically, picking his apple back up from where he dropped it on the counter. "Jesus. I should put a bell on you or something." 

"Or maybe just stop getting jumpscared by electricity." Thomas was still chuckling a bit as he walked into the kitchen and walked over to Alexander, kissing his forehead. "I thought you'd have gone to bed by now." As he spoke, he moved over to the fridge, looking over the shelves before closing it again and settling for some cereal, standing on the opposite side of the counter from Alexander as he prepared it.

Alexander merely shrugged, taking another bite of his apple. "Was about to, as soon as I finished eating. What are you doing up, anyway?"

"Twitter notification on my phone woke me up, and I couldn't get back to sleep. Thought I'd come see what you were up to, maybe grab a late night snack, and now here we are." Thomas finished pouring cereal and milk into his bowl and put them away before pulling out a chair and sitting down to eat, motioning for Alexander to do the same.

Once they were both sitting down, Alexander managed to relax again, resting his head on his hand as he ate.

"Were you writing?" Thomas asked after a few moments, voice soft as he looked up at Alexander, who in turn, nodded.

"Mhm. Nothing big, just some thoughts about that book you gave me. Finished it right after you went to bed," he said, already thinking of more things to write down as he remembered the book, and where he left off. It would have to wait until he woke up, of course, but he hoped he wouldn't forget them.

Thomas didn't miss the metaphorical light bulb showing up over Alexander's head and smiled fondly, shaking his head. "Of course you did. I take it that you liked the book, then?"

"Yeah! It was pretty interesting, honestly. Guy knows what he's talking about." 

"Good, I'm glad. Can I read what you wrote, after you're done?" Thomas asked, tapping his fingers against the counter top.

Alexander was never one to sell himself short, he recognized that he was a good writer, and that he knew how to build and form ideas very well, but every time that Thomas showed interest in his ramblings or writings, it almost took him by surprise. It was not only flattering but comforting that Thomas enjoyed the things he said and wrote, that he was genuinely interested in his ideas, not to be nice, but because he appreciated them. He was quick to nod, smiling. "Of course. I'll show it to you as soon as I finish."

"Looking forward to it. I really enjoyed the book, I wanna know what you have to add to it." Thomas smiled openly at Alexander, and even if his words were simple, they still made Alexander's heart flutter. He had a habit of doing that. Alexander secretly hoped that it would never stop.

He smiled back in reply and took the final bite out of his apple, getting up to throw the core in the trash. With a sigh and a stretch of his arms above his head, he moved back to his chair and waited until Thomas was finished, both in comfortable silence as they sat together.

Didn't take long until the bowl and spoon were washed and they were both walking back to their room in silent agreement that yes, it was time to go back to sleep. Or simply to sleep, in Alexander's case.

The moment they both laid down, Alexander immediately burrowed under the covers and curled up close to Thomas, head on his chest and an arm slung around his waist, eyes already closing. The last thing he felt was a kiss pressed to his temple and arms wrapping around him, holding him close as he drifted off.

#jamilton #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #jamilton fanfic #jamilton fanfiction #hamilton #thomas jefferson #alexander hamilton #jay writes #y'all if you see any mistakes let a bitch know i wrote this while sleep deprived