A/N: So I've been doing these little prompt things on tumblr, and I decided to put them on here. A lot of them are really cute, so let me know if you like them. And be sure to leave a review or PM me if you'd like to request something. You can follow me on tumblr as well, my url is heidipoo-xox. Anyway, until next time, stay fabulous. I hope ye enjoy!

Tuck You In

The lights were dim in the house when Evan got home, and it was quiet too. Usually when he came home from running errands, it would be to the sound of Jonathan's laugh, or him humming some random tune as he cooked dinner for the two of them. However, tonight, that was not the case. The house seemed empty, eerie even, and Jonathan was nowhere to be found as the younger man closed the door behind him and laid his keys on the table by the door.

"Jon?" His voice intruded the silence of the house, and his heart skipped a beat when he received no reply. What the hell was going on? He allowed his feet to carry him upstairs, because he knew Delirious wouldn't be downstairs in the dark. "Jonathan?" He inquired once more as he reached the top of the steps. Still no answer, and normally, he would have gotten worried.

A lone light, however, shone at the end of the all, and Evan smiled to himself. His boyfriend probably had headphones on or something, which was why he didn't hear him call his name. The younger man walked carefully and quietly to the end of the hall, and slowly pushed the door open. What he saw when he got there though, was a sight for sore eyes.

Jonathan was sitting at the desk, computer monitors on, headphones tangled around his disheveled hair, and his head rested on the keyboard as he slept. His normally bright eyes were closed and his long eyelashes brushed ever so slightly against his cheeks; his lips were slightly parted as he inhaled and exhaled slowly. He must have fallen asleep while editing.

Vanoss only smiled at the older man in front of him before walking over quietly and taking off his headphones and other tech gear before scooping him up in his big strong arms. He wouldn't let Jonathan sleep at the desk and wake up all uncomfortable, so he carried him to their bedroom and laid him down gently, careful not to wake him up.

"Night Jon..." He whispered, before kissing his forehead.