Because I am evil and miss your writings: GerCan, dreams
(<3)
“I dreamt about you,” Matthew says quietly, face sleep soft and still curled under the comforter. Ludwig stops, mid-push up, and stares at Matthew. He thinks his mouth is a little open, because Matthew smirks at him, curling deeper into the covers. “I dreamt that you made me cake.”
Ludwig snorts, continues with his push-ups, and says, “I’ll bake you a cake, Matthew.”
“Will you fuck me in the kitchen while it bakes, too?”









