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Nathan knows Youssef by now. After a year of dating, he should know where Youssef keeps his keys, where the water level is marked on his tea kettle, that kind of thing. What he doesn’t know however is how to stop his boyfriend from hurting every time he sees the news. If there was anything Nathan could really say about himself, when asked about his childhood or things like that, he would normally just say he was a good listener. He wasn't wrong, he had been one, but that is a skill you pick up quite readily being British-Caribbean and also a wallflower. His sister would say he was a quiet kid, but that's because she never knew the truth till they were much older as she didn't attend the same school as he did, even if she was subjected to the same points of view anyway. No, Nathan could say with absolute certainty that if he didn't despise having to hear other people's issues (at least, outside of the people he cared about), he may have become a psychologist instead of an art teacher

This is it. This is the worse day of Henry’s life. This is it. This is the worst day of Henry’s life. Of course, it’s a lot admitting that, given his entire life - but as he turns the handle on the pink coloured leading to Juniper’s bedroom, he can’t help but want to sink into the ground and never come back up for air. Cancer. Their daughter has cancer. It’s so…wrong. Junie just started big school. She was barely a little girl, just turning 5 not even 3 months ago before all of this happened. She was still a baby. His and Alex’s baby. A baby that had no idea her whole life was about to change when Henry walked into that room and she spotted him, bounding over with string bracelets on her wrists from another normal day and colouring pages from being with Nora and June that afternoon in hand, grinning. “Papa, Papa, look what I made!” Henry can’t help but grin, even if he wants to scream. Alex has already done the screaming. Lots of it. In the doctor's surgery that afternoon, on the

alternatively titled "i'm not looking for an escape all cause I'm scared I might lose you" Did he end up sleeping in like, a homeless shelter or something? What was he doing last night? …No, really, what /was/ he doing last night? It was the beeping that woke him at first. Loud beeping. It was as fucking obnoxious as Henry’s alarm in the mornings, which contrary to the blonde’s beliefs, Alex could hear through the wall thank you very much, Henry, you pompous early rising ass. Honestly, why he loved the man who had become his roommate was still a mystery. Well, okay, it wasn’t /exactly/ a mystery, given June and Nora had been giving him flack about it since Henry moved into their apartment one spring morning when Alex desperately needed company for financial reasons and only those. However, as fate would have it, Henry was not only loaded, but also gorgeous. Like a Greek statue in a museum come to life type of beautiful. Alex supposed that was exactly what came when your roommate

Even if it’s a little much for a 12 year old to really think about, he still knows it’s true. He would have married her. He really, really would have. It’s been a year, Jesse realises, when he looks at the calendar that morning before he goes to school. It’s been a year since Leslie died. A year since she tried to enter Terabithia on her own without him and paid the price for it. The thought still doesn’t sit well with him, leaving his stomach churning both on the bus and in classes. Janice can see he’s off, so can some of his other friends, but he stays quiet about it as, well, they just don’t get it. They never will get it. The only person who maybe gets it is May-Belle, given she’s now as big a part of Terabithia as Leslie was, but it’s a different set of feelings that drag him through the mud and fog of the day. Ones he never got to express. He may have only been 11 when Leslie came into his life, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know what love and crushes and all that mushy

There were no angry words at all as we carried boxes down the hall One by one, we put them in your car Alex couldn’t believe how empty the brownstone was, in the end. Even though the normally bright windows were ominous darker than normal, it was a different kind of empty. The echoing kind that seared through you and left something behind that was painful and longing. He supposed that it was like a breakup of sorts, if he had to compare it to anything. Given he was going through one of those right here, right now, it seemed adequate. God, adequate. Even as he was leaving and Alex was carrying boxes of what was once their belongings that were just now his, Henry was still rubbing off on him. It feels almost like they’re moving out - only Alex is standing still at the door as Henry closes the boot of his car with a practised ease as well as a small smile his way that makes Alex’s insides churn. Nothing much for us to say, one last goodbye and you drove away I watched your tail lights

Josh knows that he’s too pregnant to be on stage, but despite the worries of the cast and his work husband/boyfriend, he’s determined to do the show. If he can pretend like he’s totally not in labor first. Everything was fine. Everything was- Josh breathed in as best he could as another small contraction rolled through him, naked torso thankfully not displaying any signs of what he was going through as he gripped the iron currently sweeping over his suit shirt a little harder than necessary. It was just Braxton Hicks and nothing else. Never mind he’d been having them since last night, they were barely anything to sneeze at. Plus, he had bigger things to worry about, like tonight’s show. Of course, it was a surprise that a casting company took on a pregnant actor, as that wasn’t too common given the business was all about needing to be available and present and have a good image and all that - but Josh guessed that if it wasn’t for not only his directing debut a little while ago last

[alternatively titled 'Partition'] At first, it was just friendly. After all, what business do a 54 year old dad and a 31 year old man have outside of just being friends? [RPF] ~Driver, roll up the partition, please I don't need you seeing Yoncé on her knees~ He can’t believe that song is playing in the background right now as flashes of colour zoom past his peripheral vision, one faint object bleeding into the next as his hoodie and shirt disappear along with them. Normally, he wouldn’t be doing this. Hell, he /shouldn’t/ be doing this. At least, not with a married man. However, as Matthew’s hands continue to grip his ass while his still-clothed hips push him back towards his trailer’s bedroom, Josh finds that the voice of reason, as so many times before, is becoming less and less obvious as he and his co-star continue to blur the lines between them. This wasn’t the first time and Josh doubted it would be the last, or, maybe he hoped it wouldn’t be. It had all started weeks

If only he knew how it came to this - both of them staring at eachother as bewildered as someone would be in this situation. After all, it’s not every day you find your colleague arse up in a toilet after not attending work in person for almost 2 weeks, he supposed. Much less find that said colleague pregnant with your baby at the same time. It was fair to say that Tom and Santi were two of the most creative minds in the gaming and food industry. They were both known (or at least, now known after Mat, their boss, retried) as the masterminds behind Game Theory and Food Theory respectively, but they were also known as work friends that strayed as close to something more as possible. It wasn’t a surprise they were like that, however. Not to anyone who knew them and themselves. They had been friends for years since Santi had been inducted into the company, their friendship was built on common interests like late-night debates about the latest gaming trends, media like TV shows and

Two people that love Henry very much have a talk, only it’s not exactly who you would expect it to be. It's quiet, somehow when it happens. Given what happened before it, he had expected it to be louder. In fact, he expects a lot of things. One of them being that Alex expects that when he opens his eyes, he'll be in a hospital bed withering in immense pain, blood still sprayed across his chest. However, he just gets water and lots of it - which is already confusing enough as no hospital he knows exists within the ocean. They don't see the car coming, which is understandable given it's quite late at night in winter and Shaan's just picked them up from the airport in order to take them to Balmoral for Christmas, as it was Queen Catherine's year to host them. (They alternated yearly after all, given both had dual visas - plus, Alex's mother and father were kind of in the Rockies for their late anniversary trip, so it had worked out after all.) Granted, the roads aren't exactly

It’s not the fact that Alex has suddenly stormed Kensington to confront him that causes his stomach to lurch. No, it’s that when he does, Henry does something that Alex most likely didn’t think was possible. Henry’s sure that him being a vampire didn’t exactly appear on his mother’s reelection year bingo card. He’s hungry. So hungry. Starving, even. He hates it. He always hates it. He hasn’t eaten properly in, what? Two, maybe three days? Of course he has the donated blood, packets of it lining a separate suitcase that’s been built with the ability to control the temperature of itself remotely, but it’s nothing like the real thing. Alive, warm, sating. Henry can feel himself starting to sweat as he’s notified that Alex has suddenly shown up outside, just as he was prepping to call Shaan, just as he was…he can hold off a little longer, just till Alex leaves, just until Henry can convince him (and himself) that what he did was for the greater good. Alex can’t live with a monster.