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[blueeyedbaddie98]

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[iguessthisisanewobsession]

[littlebitoflexii]

Snack before dinner, anyone?

[ameliamillsxx]

Peach 🍑

[alexstewart]

COME AND GET IT (2013) Dir. Anthony Mandler

[if-mirrormine]

i'll always be there

summary: alex comforts grayson after mc is brought to the hospital.

pairing: gralex x mc

word count: 1050

(mostly) based on the request: is it possible to have a continuation of the i will always save you drabble that you did for grayson? but this time is the reaction of alex at the hospital, where they see the mc getting wheeled in to the emergency room with grayson at the mc's side.

**unedited\\this is kinda rushed so i hope it as good as the first part**

request a drabble here!

alex is just leaving the paediatric ward when they're interrupted by their pager buzzing at their hip. glancing down at it, they see they're needed in the waiting room, and they arch up an eyebrow at the device as if it holds more answers.

they consider ignoring it for a moment; with their shift ending not ten minutes ago and a long, hot shower waiting for them at home, they're champing at the bit to leave. but then they sigh, hanging their head as they turn on their heels and let their sense of duty guide them back to the waiting room.

the first thing they notice is grayson and the incomprehensible look of sadness on his face, tears building in his blue eyes. the second thing they notice when he throws his arms around them, hugging them so tight it's almost impossible to breathe, is that he's... sopping wet?

“gray,” they squeak out, patting his back in hopes that it'll prompt him to let them go sooner. “what's wrong? tell me what happened.”

he doesn’t speak for a long moment, simply embracing them until his breathing returns to normal and then he slowly pulls away. with red eyes and a face streaked with tears, he utters the words that alex has always dread to hear.

“mc was in a car accident.”

forcing every fibre in their body to keep calm, they take a deep breath and settle their hands on his shoulders to keep him grounded. “how bad is it?”

“i don’t know,” he mumbles, a fresh batch of tears brewing in his eyes. “there were so many doctors and they just- they took them away somewhere and i don’t know what to do -”

“grayson,” they say, interrupting him before he can spiral further. “it’s okay; i'll go see what i can find out. have you called nora?”

at the mention of mc’s mother, his eyes widen and he buries his face in his hands as chastises himself. “merde... jestem taki głupi!”

though taken aback by his mix of languages, they don’t ask any questions, choosing instead to direct him towards a chair. “you call nora and I'll go find them, okay?”

he nods his head, staring vacantly at the smart phone in his hand and after a moment of hesitation, glancing over him in concern, they turn on their feet and rush towards the nurse's station.

it didn’t take long to find mc, especially not when jessie seeks them out. they keep their face as neutral as possible as they listen to the man describe their condition but, on the inside, a storm is raging.

near-drowning. blunt trauma. internal bleeding. pneumothorax. hypothermia.

jessie explains that he’d been able to put in a chest tube before they were whisked off into surgery by the chief general surgeon. as far as he knew, everything was going according to plan so now it was just a matter of waiting.

they find themself sitting next grayson in the waiting room, changed out of their scrubs and into the sweatpants and tank top they had in their locker. nora and callie have yet to arrive but according to the man next to them, they’re on their way.

they look over at him now. he sits slouched over, with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands. he's still sopping wet and they wonder momentarily if they should’ve grabbed him a towel.

“they’ll be okay, gray,” they say softly, hoping that if they say it with enough conviction that it’ll make it true.

he glances at them with blood shot eyes and heart break written across his face. “you don’t know that,” he mumbles as he looks away from them and down at his hands, twisting his fingers like they remember him doing in school before a big exam. his anxiety is getting the better of him and they wish they knew how to put his mind at ease.

“of course i do,” they tell and they reach over to take his hand, intertwining their fingers, forcing him to look at them once more. “dr. dumont is the best general surgeon in the city; if anyone can save them, it’s her.”

“you’re the only doctor i trust to take care of them,” he grumbles in response, his thumb stroking the back of their hand and even though they think that he does it unconsciously, they can’t help the feeling of warmth that blooms in their chest.

“my, oh my... was that a genuine compliment from grayson donohue?”

he smiles despite himself, shaking his head softly as he glances down at their joined hands. “don’t get to used to it. we don’t like each other, remember?”

they hum and tilt their head to the side, watching him with an amused smile. “and remind me again; why is that?”

he leans back in his seat, seemingly more relaxed than he was moments ago, and rests his head against the wall before looking back at them. “simple,” he says. “you stole the love of my life.”

“excuse you, that’s the love of our life,” they reply. “this is a communist relationship, sir.”

laughing, he squeezes their hand. “right... how could i forget?” silence settles between them and alex can’t help but think, despite the circumstances that brought them here, it feels comfortable sitting next to him. it feels right, as if this what they were always meant to do. the only thing missing is mc.

“you know,” grayson says suddenly, breaking the silence and looking at them with a certain clarity in his eyes. “i don’t not like you.”

they blink in surprise before letting themself smile again. “as soon as mc wakes up, you need to say that again because they’ll never believe me otherwise.”

“głupi,” he mutters as he rolls his eyes playfully. “i’m trying to be real here, lex.”

“sorry, i’ll be nice. start over.”

“nope, the moment's gone. you ruined it; i hope you’re happy.”

“oh, i’m just ecstatic, gray.”

he smiles then, more to himself than them, before it wavers slightly. “and you’re sure they gonna be okay?”

they nod, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they shift closer to him to rest their head on his shoulder. “more sure than i’ve ever been .”

[fuzzyghost]

[nose-coffee]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Cytherea the First & Gideon Nav, Gideon Nav & Pash | Our Lady of the Passion Characters: Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Gideon Nav, Cytherea the First (Locked Tomb Series), Pash | Our Lady of the Passion (Locked Tomb Series), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Mystery, Secret Identity, Canon Temporary Character Death, Non-Linear Narrative, POV Alternating, Family Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Developing Relationship, Mild Sexual Content, Cameos, Canon-Typical Body Horror, TLT BRE 2023, house swap AU Summary:

The Emperor needs necromancers.

The Ninth Necromancer needs a cavalier who can actually fight.

In an unlikely turn of events, Gideon the Seventh might be just what she's looking for.

[horrorwhxrre]

When he’s dangerous and wears a mask:

[planox1]

[blueeyedbaddie98]

Hey daddy how are you doing?

[latinwildblue]

[littlebitoflexii]

Feelin a special kind of way today 🖤 maybe it’s the sun.

[neonjawbone]

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[karatekels]

So I'm sick again (I used to be a healthy person, you know - wtf is this garbage?), and just woke up from a fever dream where all I can remember is some sort of Beauty and the Beast-esque scenario involving Valek.

...If anyone wants to take that idea and run with it, please feel free - I cannot write atm and desperately want something to read!

(Also, is TIG always wearing contacts in this movie? Because it definitely looks like it here - especially his right eye when he turns his head. Idk I just noticed it now staring at the gif)

[lazarel-3000]

Lmaoo I did not delete by accident tumblr deleted my fucking Rocket x OC NFW art lmaooo

What.

How does that even happen did someone fucking reported me? Lmao

Anyway if anyone else wants to see the hot smut art just message me