⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆ -ˋˏ [𝕛𝕠𝕙𝕟 | 𝕟𝕠𝕒𝕙 | 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 | requested by @cupcupping] ˎˊ- ┆ ┆ ┆*ೃ♡ᵎ ✦⌇ ┆ ┆ *ೃ ┆ *₊°。 💙⃤ _______________________________________________________________________________________ I hate my job. A very grumpy Noah thought, sipping his coffee. He walked through yet another room, trying to get to his cubicle. He had his headphones in. Not a very good idea, was it? He couldn't hear anything outside of some Rock'N'Roll music. A noise was(n't) heard.
A flash of red light made him turn around.
Noah stood frozen in fear.
In the couple most previous rooms, right there, was a glowing A-60.
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Gasp! Noah woke up in a cold sweat. He had the same nightmare, yet again. That moment had always haunted him, never leaving his mind, no matter how hard he tried to forget it. The night he had died. It was brutal.
...
And very painful.
And poor old Noah couldn't help but start to cry. Even though he did hate his job a lot, he have would rather stayed there than have his organs exposed. His door creaked open. "Love?"
Suddenly all of his fears and sads melted away. His lover, John, could make any moment happy. Or at least happier. He sat up.
"Are you alright?" Asked John, sitting on the edge of the bed. "No," Noah sniffled. "Same nightmare..." John pulled him into a hug. "It's okay," he said, kissing his forehead. "Wait, I have something for you."
5 minutes, and John came back. Noah was almost asleep. "Loooove don't fall asleep now ;-;" "Whoop- uh- sorry- also what do you... yawns have for me?" John pulled a plushie out of his back.
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Noah gasped. "GIMME!!" He made the lil grabby hands motion. "YOU HAVE MARS!!!1!1!1!" John threw it at him. He caught it. "EEEE-" They laughed for a bit. Noah felt amazing. He also fell asleep resting his head on John's shoulder.
