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Can we just be some kind of awesome power team of cool?
How to survive sad!mormor:
A guide for Haily <3
Step one: Read Prodigal by colonel-maximus
Step two: Weep. Just get all the tears out. Tissues suggested, though not required.
Step three (optional): Eat your feelings.
Step four: Comfort yourself with fluff.
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Awake
The clock was taunting him. Sebastian eyed the glowing red numbers through the dark as they crept closer and closer to half four. He sighed. He never had trouble sleeping. Jim was the one with the sleeping issues, and he was laying still in Sebastian’s arms, breathing slow and deep. Down for the count. Damn him.
They’d gone to bed late - around three, when Jim finally could calm himself down enough to lie still. Sebastian was exhausted from their day, limbs heavy and thoughts thick. It didn’t seem to matter how desperately he wanted it though. It wasn’t coming.
Jim’s back was bare and warm against his chest and Sebastian hated to move away from him, but he had to get up. He’d watch some telly for an hour and try again. Just lying there was counter productive.
He slid out of bed, careful to move Jim as little as possible as he headed toward the living room. He sank into Jim’s chair, grabbing the remote off the ottoman. Telly on. Mute. Netflix. Top Gear. It was hard to watch without the sound, but he wasn’t really watching anyway. He was just sitting. Thinking.
He heard the sheets rustle. He wasn’t quite sure how Jim’s body even worked. He could just sense that Sebastian was gone, and boom: awake. His bare feet padded toward the door of the bedroom. Sebastian turned to his lover slouched against the doorframe, rumpled and messy-haired, looking back at him confused.
“You’re supposed to be in my bed,” he said, a yawn ripping itself from his mouth.
Sebastian shrugged. “I can’t sleep and I can’t lie there anymore,” he said, hoping Jim wouldn’t drag him back. “I’m just going to watch telly for an hour or so,” he said, though they both knew it was a question. If Jim really wanted him back in bed, he was going. Jim’s lips pinched, debating.
“Alright,” he said, pushing off the doorframe toward Sebastian. “I’ll stay up with you.”
“You don’t have to,” Sebastian said, as Jim dropped himself into Sebastian’s lap, his body curling against Sebastian’s chest. He rested his head on Sebastian’s shoulder. Sebastian wrapped an arm around Jim’s back, his other coming up to Jim’s hair. It was soft and it smelled good, and it was probably Sebastian’s favorite thing about Jim. Especially when he was sleepy.
“You can turn the sound on,” Jim said, half heartedly, struggling against sleep now that he was pressed against Sebastian again.
“Naw,” Sebastian said, “I’m not watching it anyway.” In what seemed like seconds, Jim’s breathing was deep and even again. Sebastian was a bit miserable that he couldn’t be asleep like Jim, but he couldn’t help thinking how strangely happy he was despite that.
He’d spent his life looking for this. At Oxford, in the army, fighting tigers, doing drugs, killing people for money. He was searching for something - the feeling of living, perhaps. And nothing he tried made him feel as alive and complete as the man in his arms.
Jim’s body felt familiar to him. He knew how his spine stuck out the center of his skinny back, how his eyebrows arched in question. He knew how his mouth tasted and he knew the texture of his skin. He knew the tone Jim’s voice took when he was pleased with him.
The night got later and finally Sebastian carried Jim back to bed, curled close behind him, and though that it was exactly this he’d been seeking that whole time.
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Written for the wonderful hailiarty, off a prompt from taggianto: Sebastian can't sleep.
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ENABLER.
Gettin' my money's worth on this gif, LET ME TELL YOU.
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Wait, really? Because that would make me whole day. c:
YEAH OF COURSE I PROMISE <3
Thank God for the private answer feature. If people could see the conversation Haily and I are having, they'd lock us both up.
HANNAH THERE'S A MORMOR VERSION OF ALONE ON THE WATER.
OH MY GOD I KNOW.
WHY.
WHY GODDDD.
I couldn't even handle my feels, for serious. Do you need someone to hold you?
(also it's written by a girl named HANNAH. OH MY GODD.)
Accept my compliments or I will eat your first born.
We've had this argument: you won't eat your godchild.