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dem-obscure-imagines · 3 years

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New Year’s Eve Drabbles 2020

Fandoms: Jumanji, Rise of the Guardians, Ben 10 Alien Force, Maleficent, the Hunger Games

Note: Happy New Year! Here’s to hoping 2021 is a little kinder. I did a set of New Year’s Eve drabbles a few years ago and it was a lot of fun, so here you go! I hope you like them!

Warnings: Hunger Games spoilers

Alex “Seapilot” Vreeke x Reader

Word Count: 0.4k

The idea of a new year, admittedly, made Alex a little nervous. It was only a few months before that you had found your way into Jumanji with your new friends, rescued Alex, and brought him with you to modern day. And the six of you had figured: What better way to celebrate the new year than to have a little party?

So, you’d helped Bethany and Martha get the living room of Bethany’s house ready while Spencer, Fridge, and Alex picked up pizza, snacks, and drinks. You set some party favors out on the table. There were cute glasses proclaiming the new year, noise makers, candy, streamers, balloons, and some confetti.

When the boys got back, you helped set up the kitchen and Alex walked over to you, helping you unload the pizza and breadsticks and garlic knots. You kept catching him glancing at you, but every time you looked at him, he glanced away nervously, chuckling to himself.

“What?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just…I have this irrational fear that when midnight hits, all of this will go away.” He exhaled a long breath. “And I’ll be there all over again.”

“Hey.” You grabbed his arm, grounding him in the moment. “That’s not gonna happen, alright? You’re not going anywhere, and neither are we.”

“You’re stuck with us, Vreeke.” Fridge said, giving Alex a pat on the shoulder. “Nothin’s gonna happen. It’s over. The game is gone.”

“I know, but…It’s just stuck in my head.”

“It’s gonna be okay, alright? I’ll…” you bit your lip, thinking. “I’ll take your mind off of it.”

“Okay,” He nodded. And he didn’t know exactly what you meant, but he trusted you.

So, when 11:59 rolled around, you walked right over to where Alex was standing, his hands shaking, his eyes fixated on the TV screen, and you cupped his cheeks in your hands, turning his face to yours.

“Stay with me. Stay right here with me.” You whispered to him, your eyes focused on his. “No numbers, no countdown, just us. Just you and me.”

“I like the sound of that.” He whispered back, his hands resting on top of yours for a second before sliding down to your waist and tugging you closer.

And so you stayed there, and when the clock struck midnight, your lips met his, soft and sweet and everything he ever dreamed they’d be. When you pulled away, he exhaled a long breath, his eyes sparkling.

“That’s the first time I’ve been kissed in twenty years.” He said softly.

“You want a second one?” You asked.

He didn’t even reply, just pulled you closer and aligned his lips with yours once more.

Jack Frost x Reader

Word Count: 0.3k

The relationship you had with Jack was, well, complicated. You were a college student. You’d been friends with Jack for a few years because you were, what he called, the oldest believer. Even long after Santa had stopped bringing you presents, you still believed, and therefore, when Jack had flown past your window one night and your jaw dropped, he decided to loop back around.

The rest was history.

You were at a college party to celebrate the new year, but honestly, you just weren’t feeling it. So, you wandered up the stairs, found an empty bedroom, and opened the window to get some air.

“Oh come on, party girl, tapping out already?” Jack said, floating just outside the window.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.” He shrugged. “What’s up?”

“New Year’s Eve party.” You told him. “It’s hot down there. And loud.”

Just as you said it, all the people in the lower level of the house started shouting numbers.

“Sounds like it’s almost over, though.” He floated closer and sat on the windowsill. “Hey, uh…” he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, his icy blue eyes landing on yours. “Do you mind if I do something I’ve been wanting to for a really, really long time?”

“What would that be?”

“Well, it’s a surprise.” He tilted his head. “Can you close your eyes?”

And while you knew Jack was a trickster in every meaning of the word, you closed your eyes, waiting in the window, the cold air refreshing on your face and in your lungs. And then, a few moments later, you felt something cold and soft against your lips. You couldn’t help but kiss him back.

Ben Tennyson x Reader

Word Count: 0.4k

It was Kevin’s idea to have a little New Year’s Eve party. Of course, it was just the four of you, the team, celebrating. You had been exiled to the back seat with Ben and because you were on patrol, there was no champagne to be had.

Gwen had, however, brought along some plastic wine glasses and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. It was better than nothing, and though you didn’t admit it, you were glad you were with the other three of them. It was better than spending the night alone.

Kevin drove the car out into the middle of the field and parked, tuning the radio to a New Year’s Eve broadcast. It was then that the four of you split into pairs. Kevin wrapped an arm around Gwen and they stepped off away from you and Ben, who stayed closer to the car.

“Want me to top you off?” He asked, holding up the bottle of sparkling juice.

“Sure, thanks.” You held up your glass and he poured more juice into it.

“A new year, huh?”

“Yeah…” You nodded an took a sip. “Weird.”

“Weird.” He agreed. “I have this weird, funny feeling that things are just gonna get weirder from here on out.”

“It always seems to where the four of us are involved.” You chuckled, sitting on the front of Kevin’s car.

Ben joined you.

You motioned to Kevin and Gwen, off in their own little world. “They’re good together, you know?”

“They are.” Ben chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s weird too, but…it’s getting less weird.”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded. You sighed and looked up at the stars. There were so many. So many planets and solar systems and galaxies in the vast, vast universe spread out before you. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It is.” He agreed, but he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you.

About twenty minutes later, the countdown started. You’d never had feelings for Ben. You didn’t know why. He was cute, he was confident, and yet, you’d never felt anything romantic for him. Well, until tonight. When the countdown got dangerously low, he looked at you and you looked at him and it just…clicked.

So, under the sparkling stars, side by side, you brought in the New Year with Ben Tennyson, his lips interlocked with yours.

Diaval x Reader

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You had to hand it to her, Maleficent threw quite the party. It was the eve of the new year, and to celebrate, Maleficent had called together all of the people of Aurora’s kingdom and all the fae of the Moors.

You were an enchantress from the kingdom, someone who was magical, but unaccustomed to the woods. You were wearing a fine silver gown made of silk and a moonstone circlet around your head. In your hand, you held a goblet of champagne, and as you walked through the forests, which were lit up with the gentle glowing magic of the creatures who inhabited it, you couldn’t help but be amazed by their beauty and grace.

You continued through the Moors and, inevitably, ran into a tall stranger. Quite literally. You found yourself standing right in front of a tall man with dark hair hanging in his face. It took you a moment to recognize him. This was Diaval, Maleficent’s companion and shapeshifter.

“Pardon me, didn’t see you there.” You apologized.

“I blend into the dark, I’m afraid.” He chuckled. It was true, with his dark hair, dressed in all black, he did indeed blend in with the shadows.

“No harm done.” You smiled. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Of the (L/N) house?” He asked, his eyes widening. “You’re the enchantress.”

“I am.” You nodded, smiling softly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, taking your hand in his and raising it to his lips. “Maleficent has mentioned introducing the two of us, but she’s been…busy, it seems.”

“I can imagine taking care of two kingdoms would be quite the task,” you mused softly. “Well, the pleasure is mine, Diaval. I will admit, your abilities are intriguing to me.”

“Oh. They’re not mine. It’s Maleficent’s magic that granted me this form. Usually, I’m a raven.” He admitted, a sheepish smile finding his face.

“Fascinating.” You said, your eyes alight with awe. “Well, Diaval, what do you say to accompanying me for the evening?”

He slipped his arm through yours, his dark eyes sparkling and a promise written in his smile. “I’d be honored.”

Peeta Mellark x Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Another New Year’s Eve alone with your books. You couldn’t complain, though. It was quiet. It was nice. It was you, the TV, your cat, and the Hunger Games books. Specifically, you were reading the first book, starting the series over again for what felt like the thirtieth time. Your books were very worn, the spines cracked beyond repair. You loved them and everything they stood for.

So, you opened the cover and pulled the bookmark out. You were nearing the end of the games. Peeta was hiding from the careers somewhere while Katniss took care of Rue. And when she died, as she always did, you cried. A few of your tears landed on the page of the book, and when the third tear landed on the paper, you heard a thud in your kitchen.

Looking up, you searched the room for your cat, but you spotted him on the chair across from you, notably, not making a mess in the kitchen. So, slowly, you walked through your apartment until you reached the doorway of the kitchen. You thought maybe one of your barstools had fallen over or something. But no, sitting in the middle of your kitchen, a shocked look on his face and a large gash on his leg, was none other than Peeta Mellark, right down to the District 12 jacket and the Josh Hutcherson face.

“What the fuck.”

“Is this…Where…where am I?”

“In my kitchen. In my apartment. Are you…You’re Peeta Mellark.”

“How did I get here?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. You looked at his leg, the shock of a fictional character sitting in your kitchen wearing off when you realized he was injured and bleeding pretty badly. “Shit, you’re bleeding! Um, I’ll get a first aid kit. Stay right here.”

You ran to your bathroom and back, carrying your first aid kit. He was lucky you knew your shit. He was also lucky he’d landed there before it got too badly infected.

“What district is this?” He asked, looking around your apartment, still sitting on your tile floor. “Where am I?”

“Peeta, I don’t know how to tell you this.” You sat down and opened your first aid kit, pulling out some ointment and bandages. “This isn’t one of the districts. This is another…world? Reality? I don’t know the terminology, but…”

“What do you mean?”

“Once I patch you up I will try to explain everything, okay?” You applied some hydrogen peroxide to his cut and then put ointment on it, wrapping it up in bandages. “Is that too tight?”

“No, it’s fine. Thank you.” His eyes were grateful, but you could tell he was still shaken up.

You helped him to his feet and he limped to the living room with his arm over your shoulder for support. Once you got him settled in a chair, you walked back out to the kitchen and got him a glass of water and the leftover half of a Subway sandwich that was in your fridge. You were planning on eating it for lunch the next day, but he needed it more than you did.

“You must be starving. Here.”

“Thank you so much.” He said, taking an eager few gups of water. You knew he was definitely dehydrated. “I’m pretty sure this is just some amazing dream.”

“It might be.” You shook your head, chuckling to yourself. “I don’t know how to explain this to you, but, here…” You handed him all three of the Hunger Games books and watched his face as he looked them over, curious but sullen.

“This…this is a joke, right? I’m not…this is…how…?”

“I don’t know either. But, um, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Or as long as you want to. I can’t imagine going back to a place like that. To the games…”

“You’ve read these a lot, huh?” He noticed how beat-up they were and looked up at you. “Why?”

“They give me hope. Things are pretty bad in my country right now, and it gives me hope that even though things are bleak, they can get better.”

“So they do get better?”

“They will, Peeta. It’ll get worse first, but they will get better.”

He smiled a soft but painfilled smile.

Your TV announced that the new year had arrived, and when you looked, it was indeed midnight.

“Happy New Year,” you said quietly.

He nodded and let out a long sigh before repeating, “Happy New Year.”

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swanimagines · 3 years

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IMAGINE SAVING ALEX’S LIFE IN JUMANJI, AND LATER HE SAVES YOU FROM VAN PELT.

[x] requested by anon

You had given Alex one of your lives, hoping he could come home too. And now it was paying back, as Van Pelt held a gun on your head, your last life almost fading away in front of your eyes.

“Van Pelt, stop!” you heard Alex exclaim as he ran to the scene, panic evident in his eyes. Van Pelt laughed.

“Well well, isn’t it the Seapilot? Coming to rescue the love of his life?” he grinned at you. “You don’t give me much of choice. This land is mine, and I won’t let you take it away from me. One less of you means that I’ll win.”

Alex was silent for a bit, before he forced Van Pelt to turn to face him. “Take me instead.”

“As you wish.”

“Alex, no!” you exclaimed, stepping forward but Van Pelt pointed you with his gun again.

“Don’t move.”

“Y/N, it’s alright.” Alex reassured you, but before Van Pelt could turn back to him, Alex hit him, knocking him out. You both stared at his body, before Alex quickly stepped forward to lunge to embrace you. “I thought I lost you.”

“You looked up to him, before smirking a bit. “Is it true? What Van Pelt said? Are you-”

“In love with you? Yes. Ever since you saved my life.”

Your lips curved into a small smile. “Funny. I would say the same.”

You giggled at each other for a few seconds, before Alex promptly leaned forward to kiss you.

You didn’t expect that, but it was a welcome surprise. You had loved Alex for a bit now, you could almost say it was love at the first sight. You wrapped your arms around Alex, his hands found themselves on your head and you felt like you were in some corny romance movie, only fireworks were missing.

You broke off when you heard someone clear his throat. “Guys... that’s cute and all but Van Pelt’s goonies are after us. We need you.” Spencer stood there, scratching his neck nervously and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Right. All right. We’ll be there.”

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dem-obscure-imagines · 6 years

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Strengths and Weaknesses

Alex “Seapilot” x Reader

Strengths and Weaknesses

Prompt: “Hey! Can you do a Seapilot imagine (jumanji), where reader is fridges sister and sea pilot fancies her, but then she saves his life (instead of Bethany) and he proper falls in love. Then at the end when Vanpelt confronts them instead of him holding a gun to Bethany he holds a gun to reader. Fridge and seapilot kind of says to take him instead, he saves the reader, and then they kiss. Maybe could Alex’s young self come back with them so it’s kind of happy. Over protective fridge aswell please! Xx” and “Hey could you do an Alex (jumanji) x reader where one of the readers Strengths is ‘alex’ and she’s confused before she meets him. Then they fall in love, then at the end could you make it so his young self comes back with the kids so it’s not sad, could there be a kiss scene😀 thanks x”

Note: I’m kind of in love with Alex??? I think we all are??? These two requests were pretty similar so I combined them. Hope you enjoy. Also, there are Jumanji spoilers, so I’ll put it under a cut.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1375

Play the game, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Well, now you were stuck in a video game outrunning motorcycles with rocket throwers, man-eating animals, and the like. Your character was Penny Fixit, a mechanic. You were wearing, from what you could tell, a khaki vest, khaki capris, some sturdy brown boots, a red bandana around your neck, and some aviator goggles were resting on your head.

Your left hand had a sparkly diamond ring on it, and when you had asked Nigel in the car earlier, he had said it was from your fiance, someone called the Seapilot. Spencer explained that there had been another character in the game but they couldn’t choose it, meaning somewhere in here there must be someone else. Or maybe he had already spent his three lives.

The five of you made it to the marketplace where your adoptive brother, Fridge, now about half his normal height, had de-fanged a snake that had been poised to strike Martha. And now, you were all following some handsome stranger to evade Van Pelt’s men.

“I am so stoked you guys are here. So stoked.” He sounded very stoked. The stranger had black hair, handsome features, and warm brown eyes.

“You’re the other player, right? The pilot?” Spencer asked.

“Yep.” You passed another obstacle and he instructed: “Stay off the white tiles and don’t move.”

Several blades slid out of the walls. Your eyes widened. Then they slid back out. The pilot moved a plank over a pit and walked across it with ease.

“Careful. It’s a horrible way to die.” Alligators snapped in the water below and your heart raced. Spencer went across next. Then Martha, Fridge, Bethany, and then you were the only one left. You looked down and gulped, frozen in place. The pilot held out his hand and nearly melted you with a soft smile. “Come on. I’ve got’cha.”

You took a few shaky steps and then took his hand, letting him pull you over to the other side. Stumbling into him, he looked you over, but didn’t say anything. He knew who you were. And now, he was super stoked.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A few moments later, all of you were standing outside again. “I’m Alex.”

“You’re one of my strengths.” You blurted out before the others could introduce themselves.

“What?”

“Look.” You pressed just above your heart and your profile popped up in the sky.

Penny Fixit

Strengths: Machinery, Fixing Things, Tinkering, Alex

Weaknesses: Fear of Heights

“My name’s (Y/N).”

“I’m Spencer. This is Martha, Fridge, and Bethany.”

“You’re a girl?”

“Woman,” Bethany did one of her little flirty finger waves. You kind of laughed. You were lucky the avatar you picked was a girl.

Alex led the group to his hideout and made everyone Margaritas. He explained his weakness to mosquitos and then took a seat next to you.

“Cheers.” He clinked his glass against yours.

“Cheers.”

***

You had done it. You had snuck into the flight shed. The helicopter was a little bit broken, but you knew exactly how to fix it. Fridge handed you your toolbag, which was in his backpack for reasons unknown, and Alex was helping you with the fixing.

“Wrench.”

He handed you the wrench.

“Screwdriver.”

He handed you the screwdriver. You rewired some things, and then when you closed up the door, wiping off your brow.

“Ready to go, Flyboy.” You patted his chest.

He smirked. And then his eyes widened in fear as he looked around, realizing just where he was and what had happened here previously. You took his hand.

“You’re my strength, Alex. Let me be yours.”

Alex took a deep breath and then nodded, putting on his sunglasses.

“Alright. Let’s do this.”

***

The mission was a success, and even if you had hit a little bump in the road, everyone had made it out alive. Alex managed to help you overcome your fear of heights by holding your hand and talking to you. Luckily, you didn’t explode. For some reason, you were afraid that would happen.

It was once everyone was out of the helicopter and celebrating that the mosquito struck. Alex slapped the back of his neck and passed out.

“He’s dying…” Ruby whispered.

“Alex! Alex, wake up!” You knelt down beside him, looking at his wrist. His last stripe was fading. But...you still had two. Maybe…

“Spencer, how do I do CPR?”

“Uh, three chest compressions,” you pressed down on Alex’s chest three times. “One breath, two breath, repeat.”

“How do I-?”

“Pinch his nose shut and breathe into his mouth, full seal.” Spencer instructed.

You pinched his nose shut with your fingers and then breathed into his mouth twice. Then, you repeated the chest compressions and did it again.

“Wait, your arm!” Martha interrupted. “I...I think you’re giving him one of your lives.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“But what if you need it?”

“I want Alex to come home too.” You moved the hair out of your face and continued until Alex’s eyes opened and he started breathing on his own.

“What happened?”

“(Y/N) gave you one of her lives,” Bethany explained as you and Alex got off of the ground.

“Are you serious?” Alex looked at you for a few seconds before pulling you into his arms and hugging you tight. “Oh my God, thank you!”

“Don’t mention it.” You smiled, hugging him back.

***

It was hours later, and it was all over. Jumanji had been saved and Nigel was driving down the road towards your group. Alex had not only saved your life during the fight, he had kissed you, too. You were still up on cloud nine and you doubted you would ever come down, jittery with all of the emotions that came with newfound love.

“Thank you for saving Jumanji. This is where our journey ends.” Nigel held his hand out to Alex. “Seapilot. It’s been a pleasure.”

“I’ll see you on the other side.” Alex looked at you and saluted before shaking Nigel’s hand and getting whisked off into the sky.

“Penny Fixit, thanks for all your help.” You took Nigel’s hand and shook it, and once again you streamed away in a ribbon of green light.

When you came to, the five of you that had gone in together were all in the basement of the school again. You looked around a bit, but Alex wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“Where’s Alex?” You asked. The others looked around too, but their new friend wasn’t there. Fridge watched as your expression sank.

“You alright, little sis?” He walked closer to you.

You nodded and pretended you would be okay. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

The group finished up most of the detention project and then started walking home. All of you had decided to stop by the Freak House just to...check. It was different. Painted bright white and decorated for Christmas. It looked...normal.

You weren’t sure what this meant. There was a car parked in the driveway, and the front gate was open, so you all walked up the front path to the door and rang the doorbell. Alex’s dad opened the door. He looked a lot younger and a lot healthier than you remembered.

“You must be Alex’s friends. I’ll go get him. He’s upstairs. Come on in.” He opened the door and all of you walked inside, looking around. It was nice inside. Normal. Furnished and painted and full of paintings and family portraits. Footsteps tracked down the stairs and you almost couldn’t bring yourself to look, but you did.

Alex ran down the steps so fast he almost tripped. He was wearing a red and white baseball shirt, his black hair framing a youthful face. He was taller than you, built well, and really cute. Immediately, you found yourself crushing. Not that you hadn’t been already.

“Alex,” You almost whispered.

He smiled, taking a few steps forward. “I was afraid it would spit me out right where I started.” His fingers brushed the hair out of your face.

“Bro,” Fridge was about to pull him off of his sister, but Spencer put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Welcome to the future.” you laughed.

“I’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

“I think I can help you out.” You smirked as he pulled you in for a long-awaited kiss. Alex may have been your strength, but as far as he was concerned, the feeling was mutual.

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dem-obscure-imagines · 6 years

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Flyboy and Fixit

Alex “Seapilot” x Reader

Flyboy and Fixit

Part 1: here

Note: I’m currently trying to write two books at the same time rn so please pardon my absence lmao. Here’s some fic. Warren Peace to come. Also, until I can find some gifs of Real World Alex, enjoy a shirtless Nick Jonas :)

Word Count: 753

Warnings: None

It had been three months since your adoptive brother, Fridge, your new boyfriend, Alex, and your former acquaintances-turned-friends had escaped the crazy game that had kidnapped you and put your lives at risk. But now, looking back at it, you decided it wasn’t so bad. After all, you would have never met Alex if it hadn’t been for those possessed drums.

You had gotten your time-travelled boyfriend just about up to date with a fair amount of movie marathons and Netflix binge-sessions. You helped him make an Instagram and Facebook and Snapchat and a few other things, all of which were now riddled with pictures of you. He was a boy in love, he couldn’t help himself.

One morning, you walked into the psych class you shared and set your books on the table behind the one you and Alex sat at. He was already sitting, scrolling through his Instagram feed. His thumbs moved sort of awkwardly while he did it, but he was getting better. Most people wondered how this boy had just sort of appeared on the face of the planet seemingly out of nowhere, but none of them really questioned it all that much. Their minds had been warped by the warped reality.

You snuck up behind him all sneakily and then wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing a million little kisses to his soft cheek. He burst into a fit of laughter and turned his head so his lips could find yours. When you pulled away, a grin tugged at your lips.

“Fancy meeting you here, Flyboy.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, pressing his lips to yours one more time. And then another. And then one last time for good measure. You eventually grabbed your books and sat down next to him, slipping your hand into his. Alex’s phone sat on the table long forgotten as soon as you were sitting at his side. “Missed you.”

“You saw me this morning.”

“It’s been too long.” He laughed. “Do you have any plans after school?”

“Nope.”

“Well, can I come over and watch more of those...what were those movies we were watching called?”

“Hunger Games?”

“Yeah those. I like those.”

“We can finish those today and start the Divergents. I think we still have some popcorn in the cupboard.”

“I like the way you think.”

***

And so after school, you drove your brother and your boyfriend back to your house and retreated upstairs to your room. Alex spread out on your bed and turned on the TV while you popped some popcorn in the kitchen and then returned to where he was waiting, pillows arranged just so and blankets pulled aside and prepared for some major cuddles. As you had learned, your boyfriend was big on cuddles after twenty years alone in the jungle, and you couldn’t say you blamed him.

So, with the popcorn ready and your impressive Blu-Ray collection ready to go, your joined Alex under the covers, laying your head against his toned chest. He brushed the hair out of your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his other arm wrapped tight around your back, fingers rubbing slow circles to work out all of the knots from the day before.

You exhaled a long sigh and snuggled further into him, causing the dark haired boy to laugh softly.

“I…” Alex started, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

“What?”

“You’re so...I’m just so stoked you’re here. So stoked to...be here.” Alex’s voice was quiet, and you could tell he was getting emotional. You couldn’t begin to imagine the strife this boy had been through, and yet here he was, trying to be a normal teenager in a time he wasn’t accustomed to. Of course, it was easier with you there. But it couldn’t be...easy, exactly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiled.

You looked up at him and smiled, holding him a little tighter.

“What I’m uh, trying to say is, uh… (Y/N)...”

“Yes?”

“I love you. I really, really love you.”

“I love you too.” You reached up and stroked his face, fingers gingerly searching the soft surface. He kissed your forehead again, long and meaningful.

It didn’t matter where he had come from or how you met. It didn’t matter that he was a metalhead and you loved pop. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t existed in your life until a few months before, you loved him with every piece of your being, and you couldn’t imagine being anywhere but his arms.

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