“Explains everything about you.” It was a light-hearted jab and Matteo took it as such, flicking David’s cheek as a comeback and loudly scoffing. David just laughed and picked up the cup once again, taking another sip.
“Everything wrong?”
“No.” It was more serious than the conversation permitted but David could never pretend to find something wrong with Matteo. There was something so beautiful about the way his boyfriend was so perfectly human. How everything in life crafted and bruised the bright-eyed boy until he was exhausted but he still chose to step through every day, holding a heart filled with love. Matteo was the only proof that David needed that love was real and true and persevered through it all. “Just everything.”
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alternatively, six ways to say i love you without saying i love you plus a bonus of saying i love you!
Could you give us a snippet pls? Preferably cheesy
anything for you bestie! hope this is cheesy enough
“I love the way you groan every single time you get out of bed,” David spoke as he dragged his index finger along the design of Matteo’s sweater. The wool was starting to fray, a bunch of tiny fibers rubbing across David’s hand. They were curled up in their bed for the night after a lazy Saturday where they did nothing but just exist within each other’s spaces. David couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of joy that blossomed into his chest, spilling into his declarations of love over even the simplest things.
“Shut up, I do not groan.” Matteo lifted a hand to cover his face, feigning embarrassment but David could see the tips of his ears darken. David loved how easily it was to tell how Matteo was feeling.
“It’s true.” David let his chin rest on Matteo’s chest, looking up at his boyfriend with wide eyes. His hand stopped dragging along Matteo’s chest and moved towards his jaw, tracing along curve, fingernails dragging along the four-day-old stubble. He stopped at the tip of Matteo’s chin, dragging his index finger along the outline of his lips before pressing Matteo’s nose very gently.
“And how you always scrunch your nose when you forget something.”
ok but David didn't mention Matteo at all and he isn't even celebrating Christmas Eve with him and Matteo isn't there so they are not together anymore right? :( It seems pretty telling.
in my universe, david & matteo are not big christmas people, especially since david is jewish and Doesn't celebrate & matteo prefers to celebrate holidays that david celebrates bc there's actual love and happiness involved w those holidays!!
and fully believe that david doesn't talk about matteo often unless with his friends that know matteo because even though they have been together for several years, david still grins like a big ole sap & blushes so hard that it's Very Obvious!! how is he supposed to be calm and cool and collected if his bf is making him a puddle of goo!!
perhaps..... perhaps i do. the holiday spirit has possessed me
“You want to marry me?”
The panic set in. David’s ears began to ring and he felt fear suddenly bubble up in his chest. He wanted to keep the confession under wraps just at least until Matteo warmed up to the idea of marriage.
'I watched my parents' marriage fall apart. It broke my mother.'
The words of the sleepy confession that Matteo didn’t remember was heavy on his chest but it was unfair of him to spring it on Matteo here. Not in the bathroom of Carlos’ flat, one too many coolers in their bloodstreams. Not when David had a whole thing planned and he just wanted to take back every word now.
“I didn’t say that—”
Matteo feigned hurt but David wasn’t paying close enough attention to realize. All he noticed was the grim tension only he felt. Matteo’s expression didn’t look quite right but David couldn’t figure out why. Then the ghost of a smile grew of Matteo’s features before the grin stretched to his eyes and his face began to glow, more flushed than he already was.
“I want to marry you, dumbass. You sappy, stupid dumbass.”
ok but Connor, Listen. (This is a joke now) to celebrate David being back, would you maybe write a something little davenzi. Please. I realized how starved I am.
no u are absolutely right here u go. this was half finished in my drafts but the pure adrenaline of david made me finish it
david does his testosterone shot (ft. tender horny matteo)
(c/w for needles, description of an injection, just general sappy gay shit)
Despite watching David do it for so long that he could recite the whole process with his eyes closed, Matteo always found injection nights intriguing. He would sit at the edge of the bed, leaning back onto his forearms, and stare with an uninterrupted gaze. David would hum to himself as he gathered the supplies he needed, sprawling them out across the top of his dresser. A needle with a syringe, another needle, the testosterone bottle, an alcohol pad, and finally, a Paw-Patrol plaster that Matteo had picked out.
(No matter how much David denied it, one of his favourite things to do with his niece is curl up together and watch Paw-Patrol).
Matteo had to admit some of it had to do with the view he would get. David would always do his shot right after a shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and his curls flat against his forehead, and shoulders mostly free of tension. David would move through the process at such a quick pace that Matteo would barely be able to process it and it wow’d him every time.
“You’re staring,” David hummed as he began fiddling around with the needles. His back was to Matteo and Matteo was amused by just how well his boyfriend knew him.
“Suppose I am,” Matteo mumbled, not moving his gaze. He wanted to study every inch of David’s back every possibility he could. There was something so mesmerizing by the way his muscles moved, manipulating the ink of his tattoos and the healing marks that Matteo always seemed to accidentally leave behind. And of course, the hopeless romantic inside Matteo, couldn’t help but fawn how he had watched David’s back stretch and grow with his confidence as the years passed. In their school years, David kept his shoulders curled forward, his back slightly hunched to keep focus drawn away from him. He shrunk himself to make himself palatable for others and now, he was here with Matteo, three years later, standing tall and so, so proud of himself.
“We do this every week,” David replied, turning around and pulling Matteo’s gaze to his face. The needle in his hand was now filled with the slightly thick liquid, the cap back on it as he leaned down to press a kiss to Matteo’s forehead.
“And I still want to watch.” He tilted his head a bit up after David pulled away, catching his boyfriend’s lips with his own. David’s lips twisted into the sweetest smile and if Matteo was able to fall in love more, he would have.
David quickly turned his focus back to his injection, leaving Matteo with the ghost of a pout but Matteo couldn’t quite complain. He leaned back onto his forearms and continued to watch.
“Laura wants us to come over and watch Amari on Saturday.” David kept his focus on prepping for the shot, his hands moving as if it was nothing but routine. Matteo supposed it was; this to David was just the same as breathing. He remembered how David had once described it as the warmth of the sun after the skies had been possessed with rain.
“I have to study for my final,” Matteo mumbled absently, his eyes still focused on David’s back. Small patches of hair had begun to darken along David’s spine, light enough for the unknowing eye to miss but Matteo wasn’t unknowing. He had spent the last three years learning David’s heart and soul like the back of his own hand. He scrambled out of bed, his brain still focused on the growing patches of hair and only becoming aware of his movement when he felt his chin press against David’s shoulder. “You could go without me.”
“Mmm, but Amari loves her uncle so much.” David kept his body still and Matteo closed his eyes, humming. He wrapped his arms around David’s waist slowly, hands hesitant as if waiting for a single sign of disinterest. David didn’t argue or protest; he returned Matteo’s hum with the same amusement and Matteo’s heart fluttered.
It was something out of a fairy-tale. Their bodies moulded together as one, synchronous in a routine that only one truly had memorized in movements. Matteo wasn’t sure exactly where David was in his little routine but he didn’t need to. He just needed to be here.
“Okay, I’m done!” David wiggled around in Matteo’s grasp, turning until their faces were merely a few inches apart. Instead of going for a kiss like he normally would, David decided to swipe his tongue across the tip of Matteo’s nose, cackling at the mixed sound of surprise and disgust.
Between the growing laughter and the failed attempts to drag his tongue across David’s face, Matteo came the soft, quiet realization that he truly was living the love story of a fairy-tale.
oh to be david and coming home from the queer group with a full heart and to get a gentle kiss from matteo and smell the dinner that was made (or bought) and be overwhelmed with the love and joy you never thought you'd get
do you think that on friday while david is at the youth group, matteo's playing on his computer & waiting for david to come home so they can light the candles of the menorah together :}
anyway here is my apology idea for ismail & ava that was literally conjured on the spot as i pack a bowl that is better than druck's
the instas throw a party for whatever reason & because fatou wants to spend time with kieu my, the cash queens agree to come. ava doesn't drink a lot and loiters around, mingling with her friends & other people she knows. she steps outside quick to get some fresh air.
ismail is competing with constantin & has been shot-gunning drinks & is completely shit-faced. they suddenly start feeling really dizzy & also step outside to get some fresh air. when they look over at ava, who is peacefully sitting on the staircase in front of them and suddenly get overwhelmed with the guilt of bullying her.
(they didn't mean to, they try to convince themself. they just wanted the instas to like them, specifically constantin).
they stagger down beside her and immediately start babbling about how sorry they are and how much they miss her. ava is caught completely off guard and although a part of her wants to be consoling towards the person that she once called a friend, she is more angry than not with ismail. she tells them that she doesn't forgive them and they continue to babble, trying to explain themself but ava doesn't want to listen to it. the apology she deserves is better than this.
she snaps at them, telling them that they should be sorry and they suddenly quiet down. it's clear she wants to say more but she doesn't. to her, there is no use to. instead, she just tells ismail that she has to go back inside and she does, leaving ismail sitting in their own silence.
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