For Alex: (lexithan)"We'll put on comfortable clothes and walk through the city, doing whatever comes to mind. Maybe we'll see an art gallery or visit the museum. Not the movies, although human films interest me, I want to be able to see my beautiful boyfriend. If we feel hungry, we can go get some dinner at a casual yet elegant restaurant. He'll teach me the names on the menu and I'll promise him to make him a cuisine traditional for my planet. Dessert and then back home, where I'll run him a nice bath and we'll soak in content quiet, enjoying each others company. I'll help him change into something warm and we'll spend the evening watching movies and cuddling."
For Dan: (bradniel)"It really depends what he wants, but if I had to choose, it'll be another pj party for two! Of course I'll bring every soft thing I can find and we'll build a nest we can cuddle in. Anything can happen, we could read or snack or watch movies or...er...do something more i-intimate. Only if he likes, obviously! As long as there's cuddling involved! But intimacy or not, dont think I'll pass up this opportunity to further fluster him as much as I can!"
1) Jon curls around Alex protectively when they sleep, wrapping his arms and legs around his smol boyfriend to protect him from any scary things going bump in the dark.
2) Bradley and Alex have trouble keeping an apartment, they often get kicked out for various things (ie loud sex, Alex answering the door butt naked, Bradley vandalising someones door after they were rude to A, burning the kitchen in an attempt to cook).
Eventually they say fuck it and pack their necessities, living instead in a trailer or tents. They travel the states on foot or with their camper, busking, blogging and taking dangerous selfies at the edge of Niagra Falls.
3) Jonathan is the perfect gentleman around Alex, despite their often unruly competitions and loud tauntings. Granted, he usually does it to make him blush, but he never forgets to pull out his chair or open a door for him...(and hes also the reason the rude religious family from across the hall moved halfway across town in less than a week. No one upsets his Sascha. No one)
4) Despite Bradley's pranks and often vulgar behaviour, he has moments where he'd crawl into Dan's bed and ask for a bedtime story or try to surprise him with cards or favors like a child eager to please.
“Now, stop fussing!” Bradley demanded as he took a seat on the couch’s armrest. “And turn around, how am I supposed to give you shoulder rubs if you keep looking at me like that? I told you, its not a problem, just let me do this for you, okay?”
His faux stern look faded as soon as the former Narrator sighed in defeat and obeyed, making himself comfortable with his back turned to his boyfriend. Bradley grinned and cracked his knuckles unecessarily, before placing them on Daniel’s shoulders.
“Think of this as payback for aaaaall the wonderful hugs and cuddles I got from you. Even though those are almost unrepayable, they’re just so amazing!”
Bradley didnt even like coffee that much. Any cup that wasnt dosed with abundant of milk, sugar, whipped cream and caramel drizzle wasnt going into his mouth. A lot of things werent allowed in his mouth unless they had caramel drizzle. With exceptions of course but- that was beside the point.
The point was, something drew him to this humble little coffee shop, selling homemade pastries and offering comfort on worn, velvet cushioned seats.
And comfort...was something he could use. After stress at work, nightmares and mistaking five seperate men for his deceased husband, Bradley was ready for a small energy boost. And maybe...maybe he´ll even meet someone, someone cute and nice, so he can finally move on...
He entered the shop and stopped dead.
A young man stood at the counter, smiling brightly at the customer as he complimented their hair. He had Bradley´s eyes, Bradley´s hair, Bradley´s freckles and Bradley´s way of pursing his lips when he thought hard.
Stanley.
Bradley´s gut twisted and for a moment, old hatred flared up. Stanley. The whiny, cheeky brat who was everyone´s favorite. Everyone loved Stanley.
Especially Jonathan.
His lip curled. Mr Goody Two Shoes and his boyfriend, the employee killer. How nice.
...
But then he composed himself, pushed those thoughts away. After all, what did he care about Stanley?
The shop was just as rustical domestic as he was promised from the outside. It smelled of freshly brewed coffee and powder sugar. There was music playing somewhere faintly, droned out by the chatter of conversations and the baristas calls. A blonde with braces smiled at him as she paid for her soy coffee.
Bradley looked away.
'I´m gay,' he usually said.
'I´m taken,' he always thought.
He stood behind a tall sufer type who was listening to something heavily rhythmic with neon green headphones. Bradley thought he might recognize the song. So as he strained his ears and thought hard to piece memories together, he didnt take notice of the voice until it was calling him,
"Sir? ... Sir, are you alright?"
Bradley jumped. "Er, yes! I´m sorry, I was just..."
The barista chuckled warmly. "Alright. Are you ready to order?"
He waited.
Bradley made a sound like a dying animal.
"U-uh....um...how...are you on the menu?"
The man´s expression changed from concern and slight amusement to deadpan.
'Oh,' Bradley could see him think. 'It´s one of those guys.'
He wanted to grab him and scream, 'I´m not one of those guys, I´m your husband!!'
"Unfortunately sir, I´m not. Would you care for our wide array of coffee, tea or pastries?"
"I...I want you, though!"
"Sir."
"...coffee please. Extra cream. And caramel."
The barista looked visibly relieved for an excuse to escape his staring customer. He turned and grabbed a cup.
Stanley looked up with a slight frown. Bradley could feel him size him up and there was a familiar coldness radiating from the usually chipper man. The other didnt care. He never cared about Stanley, who always seemed to get what Bradley couldnt.
A nice Narrator, parents who cared, lots of true friends, sympathy...
He didnt get Dan, though. Dan belonged to Bradley and Bradley alone.
Until he died.
Until he passed away peacefully one afternoon, when Bradley went out to run a quick errand, and left him behind.
It...was alright, though. Daniel had given him all he had and that was more than enough for Bradley. He treasured the times they had together, stayed in that house until one morning he was too weak to get out of bed. He died quietly, happily.
It was the perfect ending.
Until he...restarted. Until he was born again, raised again, alive again, and the memories, for some reason, came back.
And that was the worse part of it. Remembering what he had and had lost, the blissful peace of a life well spent was gone and once again he was running to find his happy ending, to find Daniel or whoever he was now.
It was unfair and traumatizing to say the least. There were nights when he couldnt sleep out of the fear that he had been right all along, that his entire life was a lie, there was no ending to it, he was still the Narrator´s puppet and everytime he finds solace, it will be taken away from him in endless restarts.
There were nights when he lay awake with an aching chest, wishing for the warmth of another heartbeat next to his and missing Daniel so terribly.
He started taking sleep medication after that, but it only chased away the unforgiving coldness of the night. In waking hours, every thought drained him, everytime he thought he saw someone that looked like Dan-
But here he was, unimpressed and slightly bored, with the same blue eyes and the same soft caramel hair, dusted with sugar and calling him back to reality.
"Here´s your drink, sir."
"Oh! Thanks, dar- Daniel. ..." An idea came to mind, a rather horrible one but...
Bradley paid for the drink, but instead of leaving, he leaned over the counter with a playful smirk. "Say, darling. Did it hurt?"
"I didnt fall from heaven," Daniel deadpanned, in the exasperated, but not unkind way Bradley loved.
"No, I mean...did it hurt when you fell for me~?"
"..."
Cue the cheesy wink.
...
Nothing. Daniel kept giving him this look that borderlined on a glare for wasting his time with outdated pick up lines and Bradley realized maybe he had overestimated this.
He was going to need more puns, more jokes, the worst of the worse. Maybe it´ll jog some buried memory and magically fix Daniel´s post old life amnesia problems. And then they can fall in love all over again and respend their time as a couple happily in love.
Yes, that sounded perfect!
"I´ll be back, sweetheart, dont you worry!" Bradley said with sudden vigor as he slammed a tip down on the counter and started towards the door.
"Oh, you coming back is what I´m worried ab-" Daniel began, but the brunette had already left. He turned to Stanley with a dumbfounded look, who responded with an equally confused shrug.
SEND “WHAT?!” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS BLURTING OUT “I LOVE YOU” IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ARGUMENT.
Everthing lurched to a halt as those three little words left his boyfriend´s lips. Bradley was trembling, with anger - or perhaps grief. Daniel on the other hand was crying, big, wet tears rolling down his cheeks and staining his suit. His eyes were painful to look at. Bradley fixed on them anyway.
"..."
"It pains me to see you like this," Daniel continued quietly. "I...I dont want you to hurt yourself. God, Bradley, I love you!"
"I...know..."
"Then why...?"
Bradley slumped. He turned away as his eyes quickly filled up with tears and soft tremors wracked his form.
"I know," He said again, softly. "I know. And I love you too. But...I just cant love myself."
"Well, what sort of boyfriend would I be if I didn't acquiesce to your request?" he says with a lopsided grin as he sits next to Bradley and plants a warm little kiss to his lips. "How's that? Better?"
"Hmm, well yes, sort of." Bradley tapped his chin in 'thought'.
"Buuuut," He continued, wrapping his arms around Daniel's neck and trying to persuade him with a cheeky smile. "I definitely wouldnt mind getting five more. Or six. Or eight."
