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(Justxwatchme) *whines quietly until someone pays attention to him*

*chucks a paper ball at him*

*protests after the paper bounces off his head* My face is not a trash bin, thank you very much

You wanted attention so the paper ball decided to give you it.

Gee.. I’m honored.

*silence for 20 seconds* Moriiitz please! I’m bored

*chucks another paper ball at him*

There’s only so many paper balls that want your attention.

*he catches it this time and studies it for a moment*

*unfolds the paper ball and draws a sad face on it before throwing it right back*

Hey!

*unfolds the paper and scribbles on it before crumpling it up again and throws it back*

What? The paper ball missed you!

*frowns upon reading the new messages and adds two frowning eyebrows to the sad face*

*might be hiding a smile though as he throws it back*

#justxwatchme #((yeah really))

You still threw it though!

*sighs at the drawing and then scribbles over the frown to make it a smile*

*chucks it right back*

(Justxwatchme) *whines quietly until someone pays attention to him*

*chucks a paper ball at him*

*protests after the paper bounces off his head* My face is not a trash bin, thank you very much

You wanted attention so the paper ball decided to give you it.

Gee.. I’m honored.

*silence for 20 seconds* Moriiitz please! I’m bored

*chucks another paper ball at him*

There’s only so many paper balls that want your attention.

*he catches it this time and studies it for a moment*

*unfolds the paper ball and draws a sad face on it before throwing it right back*

#justxwatchme #((Paper reads: Deal with it :P ))

Hey!

*unfolds the paper and scribbles on it before crumpling it up again and throws it back*

(Justxwatchme) *whines quietly until someone pays attention to him*

*chucks a paper ball at him*

*protests after the paper bounces off his head* My face is not a trash bin, thank you very much

You wanted attention so the paper ball decided to give you it.

Gee.. I’m honored.

*silence for 20 seconds* Moriiitz please! I’m bored

#justxwatchme #((Moritz stop being a little shit))

*chucks another paper ball at him*

There’s only so many paper balls that want your attention.

(Justxwatchme) *whines quietly until someone pays attention to him*

*chucks a paper ball at him*

*protests after the paper bounces off his head* My face is not a trash bin, thank you very much

You wanted attention so the paper ball decided to give you it.

#justxwatchme #sorry not sorry #Anonymous

(Justxwatchme) *whines quietly until someone pays attention to him*

*chucks a paper ball at him*

“Well… I’m afraid you’ll have to make due without one, my friend,” he muttered, joining the other in looking over his writing. “Because I can’t read a word of it either!”

Moritz, very dramatically, banged his head against his own notebook repeatedly. “That. Doesn’t. Help. Me.”

“Oh.. right. Wait Moritz, that’s the entire assignment! You haven’t started yet?”

“…Shush.” He grumbled as he tapped his pencil against the desk repeatedly.

“When do I ever,” he attempted to joke.

Ah the tapping again, always a good sign. With a soft sigh Melchior turned back to look at his notes. Well would you look at that…

“You want to go over it together? I’m afraid you can’t simply copy it. I’m not past twelve yet.”

“I can copy at least until twelve…” He hinted out, attempting to joke as well.

Normally he might argue against it, insisting that Moritz wouldn’t learn unless he actually at least tried it. But now he simply handed over his notes and leaned back in his chair with another sigh.

“Fine, these questions are a complete waste of time anyway.”

“See?” He replied as he grazed over the other’s notes, scrunching his face slightly. “You need to work on your handwriting.”

“Why should I? It’s perfectly legible the way it is.” Melchior shrugged. “Besides, I thought you were used to deciphering my scribbles by now?”

“I don’t have my Melchior decipher device on me.” Moritz shrugged back.

“Oh.. right. Wait Moritz, that’s the entire assignment! You haven’t started yet?”

“…Shush.” He grumbled as he tapped his pencil against the desk repeatedly.

“When do I ever,” he attempted to joke.

Ah the tapping again, always a good sign. With a soft sigh Melchior turned back to look at his notes. Well would you look at that…

“You want to go over it together? I’m afraid you can’t simply copy it. I’m not past twelve yet.”

“I can copy at least until twelve…” He hinted out, attempting to joke as well.

Normally he might argue against it, insisting that Moritz wouldn’t learn unless he actually at least tried it. But now he simply handed over his notes and leaned back in his chair with another sigh.

“Fine, these questions are a complete waste of time anyway.”

“See?” He replied as he grazed over the other’s notes, scrunching his face slightly. “You need to work on your handwriting.”

#justxwatchme #((same))

“Oh.. right. Wait Moritz, that’s the entire assignment! You haven’t started yet?”

“…Shush.” He grumbled as he tapped his pencil against the desk repeatedly.

“When do I ever,” he attempted to joke.

Ah the tapping again, always a good sign. With a soft sigh Melchior turned back to look at his notes. Well would you look at that…

“You want to go over it together? I’m afraid you can’t simply copy it. I’m not past twelve yet.”

“I can copy at least until twelve...” He hinted out, attempting to joke as well.

“Oh.. right. Wait Moritz, that’s the entire assignment! You haven’t started yet?”

“...Shush.” He grumbled as he tapped his pencil against the desk repeatedly.

And here we have Moritz wide awake at some ungodly hour in the morning as he gently and slowly plays with Melchior's hair, hoping the other won't wake up.

With most of Melchior’s senses lost in dreamland, he hardly seemed to notice the fingers that twirled with his curls. He murmured something against his pillow, followed by a sigh, before Melchior shifted into the touch ever so slightly.

A soft groan escaped him when he felt hips rocking against his own. The fingers he had kept in the other’s hair released and began to slowly comb through the curls instead. Squirming under the other just a bit his lower abdomen twitched where Moritz touched him. Breathing was becoming increasingly challenging to poor Melchior. And when Moritz went near his hips it was impossible not to roll them upwards with another muffled groan. As much as he hated to, he had to pull away from the kiss to suck in some much needed air.

Moritz trailed his fingers slowly against the waistline of Melchior’s pants. When they broke the kiss, his breath was low and warm and honestly also needed the air around them. He still remained on top of the other as his other hand brushed another curl away. “I love you,” He murmured softly.

It was ridiculous how quickly a huge grin broke out at those few simple words. Or perhaps- it really wasn’t. He understood a little better now why Moritz wanted to say it, and hear it of course.

With a soft laugh Melchior wrapped an arm around Moritz’s waist and pulled him extra close.. somehow. “I love you too,” His voice was a bit hoarse, but not any less warm because of it. His eyes searched Moritz’s. “Want to keep going?”

#justxwatchme #Modern!verse

That grin Melchior had immediately made Moritz’s own grin grow even more as he was pulled closer to him. He found his eyes in the dim light (how could he not) and nodded. “I do. Do you?”

regenerationxii

(justxwatchme, because Melchior is still around I think) *roams about lost in the TARDIS since last adventure*

“Melchior!” The Doctor yells from the bottom of his ship. “Can you pass me the sonic that’s on top of the console?”

justxwatchme:

“Moritz, mor.. please?”

He was no longer yelling, instead softly pleading now. But Moritz wasn’t going to show himself, and he knew it. But he couldn’t have gone far, Melchior reasoned. So he kept searching.

By now he had reached the thin lining of trees near the edge of town. It was quiet here. Only the snow under his shoes, the wind blowing softly against dead branches. And quiet, scared breathing. Moritz?

He had nearly walked right by him, but a shadow just outside his vision caught his attention. “Mor..” Yes, there he was. Melchior took a breath. Could he come closer? He wanted to. By the stars did he want to! So he found himself near the other, hand reaching to grab the boy’s shoulders. To hold anything. “Moritz?”

Moritz didn’t flinch when he felt Melchior reaching out to him. He just remained still against the tree as the younger teenager came into view. “I’m sorry, Melchi.” He murmured as he stared at his knees, wanting to curl up even father into himself.

Right, okay.. it seemed he wasn’t going to run away from him again. But that small relief wasn’t enough for Melchior to release the hold he had on Moritz’s shoulder. It only made Melchior move in closer, shifting to sit on his knees next to the other boy, trying to look him in the eye.

“Oh..” The apology squeezed something in his chest. Still Melchior smiled, like he always did, and shook his head. “I am sorry too. Really, very sorry. But now is not the time for-” he paused and cleared his throat. “Why did you run?”

#justxwatchme #((this hurts why))

“I couldn’t take it.” Moritz stared ahead, not ready to look at Melchior just yet. “I-I didn’t like the way you yell or whatever that man was saying. And if--if what everything is will be true, I-I know it affected you evidently. You look and even sound a bit o-older and you don’t have that immediate spark in your eyes or smile like you always have.”

And here we have Moritz wide awake at some ungodly hour in the morning as he gently and slowly plays with Melchior's hair, hoping the other won't wake up.

With most of Melchior’s senses lost in dreamland, he hardly seemed to notice the fingers that twirled with his curls. He murmured something against his pillow, followed by a sigh, before Melchior shifted into the touch ever so slightly.

A soft groan escaped him when he felt hips rocking against his own. The fingers he had kept in the other’s hair released and began to slowly comb through the curls instead. Squirming under the other just a bit his lower abdomen twitched where Moritz touched him. Breathing was becoming increasingly challenging to poor Melchior. And when Moritz went near his hips it was impossible not to roll them upwards with another muffled groan. As much as he hated to, he had to pull away from the kiss to suck in some much needed air.

#justxwatchme #Modern!verse #((yup probably))#((also aw sap))

Moritz trailed his fingers slowly against the waistline of Melchior’s pants. When they broke the kiss, his breath was low and warm and honestly also needed the air around them. He still remained on top of the other as his other hand brushed another curl away. “I love you,” He murmured softly.

And here we have Moritz wide awake at some ungodly hour in the morning as he gently and slowly plays with Melchior's hair, hoping the other won't wake up.

With most of Melchior’s senses lost in dreamland, he hardly seemed to notice the fingers that twirled with his curls. He murmured something against his pillow, followed by a sigh, before Melchior shifted into the touch ever so slightly.

justxwatchme:

Melchior pressed himself up into the other’s touch. The warm weight of a hand on his chest was answered with a low appreciative hum. His thumb ran softly along Moritz’s cheekbone, but soon again his fingers found strands of hair to twist and curl in when the kiss deepened. His other hand he moved to the lower back, playing with the fabric there.

He trailed his fingers against the shirt, feeling the chest and stomach and the muscles that were beneath it. Moritz let out a soft, faint groan against Melchior as he felt the fingers within his hair as he deepen the kiss as well, pressing himself even closer to the other.

He gasped shortly in the middle of their kiss, stomach jumping a bit at the touch against it. Melchior recovered quickly though, nipping briefly at the other’s bottom lip with a grin. Still he couldn’t resist for long and within seconds he resumed the kiss as they had before. And as Moritz pressed himself closer Melchior pulled him in. His hand found its way under the clothes on Moritz’s back to feel warm skin and traced along the lower part of the spine.

He hummed lowly against the lips as he felt the contact of Melchior’s hands against his skin. Even though his own skin was warm, it could still send goosebumps up and down his arms no matter what. His hand continued trailing down the stomach until it reached the hem of the shirt as he slowly slipped his fingers beneath the fabric.

The hand he kept on Moritz’s back traveled up a bit more. Slow and almost lazy, we’re it not for the nails he now carefully traced against the skin. And at the sane time, even though he had felt the hand going down along his torso, it still came as a surprise when the still somewhat cold fingers settled against his bare stomach. As if a switch had been pressed Melchior immediately arched his back, hips bucking up in a brief twitch. He couldn’t help but want more of it.

#justxwatchme #Modern!verse

Moritz bucked his own hips against Melchior’s as he arched his back into the fingers and nails that were against his skin. His hand continued to trail slowly and lazily up the stomach a bit before trailing back down again where the fabric of his jeans met the hips.

regenerationxii

(justxwatchme, because Melchior is still around I think) *roams about lost in the TARDIS since last adventure*

“Melchior!” The Doctor yells from the bottom of his ship. “Can you pass me the sonic that’s on top of the console?”

#justxwatchme #((short reply is short aaaaaaah))

justxwatchme:

“Moritz, mor.. please?”

He was no longer yelling, instead softly pleading now. But Moritz wasn’t going to show himself, and he knew it. But he couldn’t have gone far, Melchior reasoned. So he kept searching.

By now he had reached the thin lining of trees near the edge of town. It was quiet here. Only the snow under his shoes, the wind blowing softly against dead branches. And quiet, scared breathing. Moritz?

He had nearly walked right by him, but a shadow just outside his vision caught his attention. “Mor..” Yes, there he was. Melchior took a breath. Could he come closer? He wanted to. By the stars did he want to! So he found himself near the other, hand reaching to grab the boy’s shoulders. To hold anything. “Moritz?”

Moritz didn’t flinch when he felt Melchior reaching out to him. He just remained still against the tree as the younger teenager came into view. “I’m sorry, Melchi.” He murmured as he stared at his knees, wanting to curl up even father into himself.

And here we have Moritz wide awake at some ungodly hour in the morning as he gently and slowly plays with Melchior's hair, hoping the other won't wake up.

With most of Melchior’s senses lost in dreamland, he hardly seemed to notice the fingers that twirled with his curls. He murmured something against his pillow, followed by a sigh, before Melchior shifted into the touch ever so slightly.

justxwatchme:

Melchior pressed himself up into the other’s touch. The warm weight of a hand on his chest was answered with a low appreciative hum. His thumb ran softly along Moritz’s cheekbone, but soon again his fingers found strands of hair to twist and curl in when the kiss deepened. His other hand he moved to the lower back, playing with the fabric there.

He trailed his fingers against the shirt, feeling the chest and stomach and the muscles that were beneath it. Moritz let out a soft, faint groan against Melchior as he felt the fingers within his hair as he deepen the kiss as well, pressing himself even closer to the other.

He gasped shortly in the middle of their kiss, stomach jumping a bit at the touch against it. Melchior recovered quickly though, nipping briefly at the other’s bottom lip with a grin. Still he couldn’t resist for long and within seconds he resumed the kiss as they had before. And as Moritz pressed himself closer Melchior pulled him in. His hand found its way under the clothes on Moritz’s back to feel warm skin and traced along the lower part of the spine.