#owlface28

[saltfics]

so hahahahaha this is very out of charachter for me BUT ‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand.' and ‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ' 'wake up! wake up! ' Sorry not sorry?

Hey! Sorry this took forever! I hope you don’t mind that I made it a part of my interconnected chapters! But I did include all three prompts!

Part 6 (short preview below)

The hospital is empty. Silence has spread over the old building, and all he can hear is the creaking of wood and pipes, an echoing tap tap tap of a leak somewhere. Alex is running through the hallways, his heart all the way up his mouth, and maybe that’s why he can hear his heartbeat so loud in his ears. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he needs to get to Henry.

What if he’s gone too? Where would Alex go?

He pushes harder on his legs, his muscles stiff despite his adrenaline. He’s exhausted.

No. No. He lost him once. He can’t let them take him away again. For once, for once he’ll keep his fucking promise and protect him.

“Alex!”

He stops, skidding on the slippery floor.

His dad hurries to catch up to him and relief washes over him for a second until he grabs him by the shoulders and tries to lead him outside. “D-Dad?” he stammers, fear replacing the relief to rush through his veins unchecked.

“Come on, we have to leave.”

“What’s going on? Where is everyone?”

“It’s not safe here, Alex! We need to leave. Now.” His eyes are harsh, too harsh, and Alex tears his arm from his grip, taking a step backwards. “You promised me,” his dad reminds him. “You promised you’d take care of yourself.”

“Where’s Henry?” Alex says, his voice breaking around the name. “I can’t go without him.”

“You’re my priority, Alex.”

“And he’s mine.” He shakes his head, takes another few steps back before sprinting off. “I’m sorry—I can’t leave him again.”

[lonestarbabe]

Agh so i absolutely cannot get over the fact that Carlos was the FIRST PERSON from Austin that TK told about his past from New York. it hurts but its so amazing at the same time

And the thing is that he didn’t even have to do it. He could’ve just left the police station and not looked back, but clearly, he felt something for Carlos and felt a connection, so he decided to let that moment of vulnerability happen even if he didn’t feel ready. And he shared the whole feeling of numbness, which has been looping in my head ever since. Like you said, painful but amazing all at once.

[saltfics]

hehehehehe "Put your arm around my— Or just fall on me, that works too.” & “You passed out at the pharmacy.”

Hey! I was too sleepy to answer this yesterday, but I’ve posted the prompt on Ao3 already!! Here you go: 

Chapter Seven:

Henry is used to taking care of himself when he's sick. But even though Alex is away, there might be someone else around that could lend a helping hand.

Sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy!!

Small preview under the cut:

When Alex got sick and Henry was upset, he kissed him on the lips like he was the most precious thing in the world, and Henry claimed then, fully believing it, that it was worth it to catch his germs for the comfort that they shared. Now, not two weeks later, Henry tries so hard to hold on to that sentiment as he drags his feet out of the house to the nearest pharmacy, certain he’s about to pass out on a dirty pavement in New York. At least if he makes the tabloids, this cold will murder him before his brother does.

He probably could have called someone to go do this for him but Shaan has taken some of his vacation days, and he can’t risk calling someone from Alex’s security team because he doesn’t want any of this getting back to Alex. When he left for an out of town convention two days before, neither of them suspected Henry would get sick and he knows that if he tells him now, he’ll drop everything and return home. As tempting as that sounds, Henry doesn’t want to do that to him.

A bell chimes as he pushes the pharmacy door open. The sound keeps ringing inside his head.

He tugs the lapels of his thick coat higher, closer towards him, hoping to bury himself in the fabric. He can’t stop shivering. Why did he have to leave the house, again?

He grabs a box of fever medicine, some decongestants and two packs of tissues just to be on the safe side. The world is tilting around him as he waits in line to pay, and he blinks slowly, resisting the urge to hold on to something.

This was a truly terrible idea.

“Henry? Is that you?”

At first, he’s convinced he’s hallucinating. There’s no chance this voice belongs to who he thinks it does, so the most sensible argument is that his fever is much higher than he expected it to be. He doesn’t reply; he refuses to grant his own delusions a response. But they call his name again, closer, and he turns towards the sound to find a very realistic mirage.

“It is you. Are you all right, mijo? You look pale. Paler than usual, anyway,” Oscar says, placing a much-needed hand on his arm to steady him. “Henry?”

[lonestarbabe]

WAIT WHAT DINNER PICTURE???!?!?!?!?!!? i haven't seen this

OHHHHHHH. I LOVE SHARING CURSED IMAGES. It was a promo still from 1x05 that never ended up in an episode. Here it is:

Aren’t they cozy and cute? T.K. looks a bit concerned and it looks like Carlos is trying to reassure him, but I’ll let you all decide for yourself what is going on.

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Oh my god. Can I say I love every bit of your writing?! Because I do! It’s all so well thought out and put together. The way you weave your plots is amazing. And the SASS! The sheer amount of sass you are able to infuse into the characters is amazing. And you write soft so well too. It makes me feel like I’m wrapped in a huge blanket of love. I love every single bit of your writing like I cannot describe how much I love it! AAAAAAAAAAA

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OMFG ZOE-Zoe I CAN NOT EVEN DEAL!! I want to give you a huge hug and squeeze!!!! I adore you so much you fucking angel child!!! I want to sob!!!  You are always so fucking beyond kind about whatever I write for Firstprince or Wolfstar and it means the world!!!😘

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