#schravis

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Oops I made a BOM falsettos AU

Kevin - Whizzer

Connor - Marvin

Chris - Trina

A dog - Jason

James - Mendel

Schrader - Charlotte

Davis - Cordelia

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Schrader: I wrote Davis a note telling him how I feel.

Neeley: That’s progress!

Schrader: I tore it up and flushed it.

Neeley: ...

Neeley: It’s still progress!

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HC of how Schrader and Davis got together; Davis was signing to Zelder (because they are totally a sign power duo now) about how he thought that Schrader was cute or somethin’ at dinner (because of course no one else knows how to sign yet ;)) and then after dinner Schrader signs a quick ‘thank’s for calling me cute earlier’ to Davis and walks away like nothing happened while Zelder’s just in the background snickering to himself because he shipped Schravis all along.

I’m cry I love these boys they are the softest (,:

THIS IS LEGIT SO CUTE AGH

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I know no one asked me but I have a Schrader / Davis headcannon that I got from a fic I read. Basically Davis is deaf and Schrader can sign because his sister was born deaf?? (Might be biased to this hc because I sign but whatevs I think it’s cute as hell) ((also Schrader signing 🤟 to Davis at one point is just?? 💞💗))

I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED THIS UNTIL NOW

DAVIS IS OFFICIALLY DEAF IN MY MIND THAT’S IT

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I know this is like a super rare pair but maybe Schravis??

No pair rare enough to escape the clutches of this blog! And that’s a ship I have myself so yess!!!

[elder-schraderham]

Prompt: “You’re my new neighbor and you’ve been listening to the same song on repeat for four hours now and when I go bang on your door to scream at you to either turn it down or turn it off you answer the door in tears. Wait right here, I’ve got a hundred warm blankets in my bedroom and ice cream in my freezer, let’s talk this out.”

Repeat, Repeat  Oliver Davis is new to the neighborhood. Moving into a townhouse, he is quickly greeted by his next door neighbor in a way he wasn’t expecting. Never once would he expect to hear the same Billy Joel song for four hours in a row. Enough was enough, and he decided to do something about it; only to be completely engulfed by the fact that his neighbor was practically the man of his dreams. Words: 2,632

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Oliver Davis had just moved into the small townhouse. Finally spreading his wings and flying away from the nest he called home with his mom. He was 22 now and felt the need to finally leave home, but not go too far away in case she needed his help. After all, it was just him and her against the world. Despite Oliver being her only son, she had to let him go at some point. This was the time to let him move out on his own, but not too far away.

It took about two days to move everything into his new place. After the final box was set down on the floor, he let out a content sigh. It was all inside, and now had to be unpacked and organized. Oliver texted his mother saying that everything was inside and he would return the moving van the next morning before he had to go to work. Within a minute or two, she responded to the message. With that, he pocketed his phone and began to work.

He started in the bedroom, since that would be the most important. Only twenty minutes went into putting the bed frame together and fighting with the boxspring and mattress onto the frame. Five minutes were spent putting the sheets on his bed and adjusting it to his liking. Another five to decide exactly where he wanted the bed to be located. Half hour later, everything was to his liking in his bedroom.

In the silence of the mostly empty apartment, a soft melody began to seep into his apartment. He brushed it off as his neighbor having his music too loud and something he would just have to get used to. Standing in silence, trying to pick out the melody, he finally pin pointed it as Billy Joel’s “Uptown Girl”. A part of him laughed a bit, the song always reminded him of the movie Trainwreck. Oliver was in love with Bill Hader, to the point where Hader is number one on his list of ‘celebrities he’d bang if he had the chance’, even if Bill wasn’t gay.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Unpacking boxes and organizing his new apartment. Soon, it would be his geek cave and feel more personalized than how it was when he first rented it. He was finally onto the living room and setting everything up when he sighed for the hundredth time that afternoon. Three hours. Three hours of “Uptown Girl” on constant repeat. The first few times were okay, but after a while, it was just getting obnoxious.

Oliver had nothing to overpower the repeating song. He had a phone with broken speakers and headphones lost somewhere in a box he hadn’t got to yet. His TV was still at his moms house and wouldn’t be at his new place till the weekend. His laptop was somewhere in the mess that was his new bedroom that he didn’t have time to search for and go backwards in his unpacking process. The poor man had nothing. He did his absolute best to block it out as he continued to unpack and organize.

Another hour of “Uptown Girl” had gone by and Oliver was fed up. Four fucking hours of the same Billy Joel song was enough. As much as he wanted to meet his neighbor beside him, he didn’t want to do it under these sort of circumstances. Nothing neighborly about a young man pounding on whoever lived next door’s door about a song being blasted on repeat for four hours straight. Enough was enough.

Donning black sweatpants and a Firefly t-shirt, he grabbed his new keys and headed out the door. He ran up the stairs to the townhouse adjacent to him and began to pound on the door a few times. He was pissed off, and hearing the Billy Joel song from outside the house didn’t help. It only made him more mad and make him absolutely hate the song that he loved from when he was a child and from a movie he adored.

With no answer, he went to go pound on the door again. Before his fist collided with the door, the door opened. A man around the same age as Oliver answered the door. Messy, but still looked really good, hair and thick rimmed glasses on his face. The man was wearing similar clothes to Oliver; black sweatpants and a Star Trek t-shirt with matching socks. Behind his glasses, Oliver could tell that the man had been crying for his eyes were red and puffy. All of the anger washed out of him when he saw the state of the other man.

“Uh, hi,” Oliver began to stammer. “I-I’m your new neighbor next door. Uh, I’m sorry but…” he stopped from what he was going to say. Instead of saying ‘I’m sorry but could you turn down your music so I won’t hear “Uptown Girl” for the 817th time’ he said, “I’m sorry but are you okay?”

He sniffled. “Um, not really. Listen, I’m sorry. I’m not used to people living next door. It’s been vacant for like a year. If it’s about the music, I can totally turn it down.”

“Yes,” he stopped and shook his head, “I mean no. I mean… Are you alright? Really?”

“My boyfriend just dumped me over a text,” he nodded a few times, obviously trying his hardest not to cry again. “I’m sorry, really sorry. Usually I don’t show emotions, especially sadness. I was with this guy for three and a half years and out of the blue he texted me saying we were done.”

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” Oliver sympathized with the other man. In his mind he was thinking oh wow you are really really hot and you’re gay hello would you like to date me like now? “I can turn the music down. Wow,” he managed to let out a small laugh, “I couldn’t image anyone else listen to me listen to “Uptown Girl” on repeat for however many hours you’ve been listening. I couldn’t be more sorry.”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no,” Oliver insisted. “It’s fine, really. I-I didn’t know the story to why you were listening to it on repeat. I’m so sorry, really. About everything.”

“It’s fine, really.”

“Listen, to make it up to you and all…” Oliver hesitated a bit, a bit anxious to ask him this, but he blurted out anyway, “do you want to maybe come over? You obviously don’t look like you want to be alone and all. I have a box of ice pops in my freezer and plenty of blankets and a Netflix account.”

The other man thought for a moment before a small smile spread across his face. He nodded. “That actually sounds really nice. Give me a second to shut the music off. H-Here, you can come in for a second.”

He stepped aside and let Oliver inside his side of the townhouse and shut the door behind him. The other man disappeared up the stairs for a moment and gave Oliver enough time to get a glimpse into the interests of his new neighbor, and possibly future relationship if the cards were played right.

Slowly, he began to meander into the living room area. Oliver couldn’t be happier looking around. He was living next to a geek just like him. A series of real nice comic book character busts caught his attention by the couch. He gawked at how lovely the collection was.

“I punched a dude over that Deadpool bust.”

Oliver jumped a little bit and turned to see the other man watching him gawk at the busts. He had noticed that his hair was much more taken care of and neater than he had seen a few minutes prior. He was still in sweat pants and Star Trek gear though, and that was perfectly fine with him.

“Black Friday, last year,” he went on explaining, crossing his arms over his chest and make his way over to Oliver’s side. “Comic book shop I frequent was doing a huge sale on the busts at like 3:30 in the morning. Cases open and it was a free for all. I was staring at the sucker for a solid year and a half before I was able to afford it without feeling awful about myself on Black Friday. I had it first, some other dude around fifty probably living in his mom’s basement went for it. So, I kinda decked him. Not proud of it, but I’m proud of the bust that so happens to be still in tact.”

“Huh, that’s really impressive.”

“Thanks.”

“Care to…?” Oliver trailed off, gesturing to his side of the townhouse.

He nodded and the two headed out of the one side and into the other. Oliver opened up the door and the two walked in.

“Sorry about the mess,” Oliver frowned, still realizing how much unpacking still needed to be done.

“Whoa,” the other man was already drawn to the living room. “Where the hell did you find this?”

Oliver looked into the living room to see what the other man was looking at. He smiled. “This is my version of your Deadpool.” He left the kitchen and headed into the living room and stood by the other man’s side. “Army of Darkness pit battle Ash. eBay battle with some fifteen year old kid I out bid by fifty cents.”

“No way,” he smiled, not believing what he was saying.

“Yup. Only paid $30 for this. Others go for close to $400.”

“How the hell did you snag this for $30?” the other man exclaimed. “I’ve been searching for one cheaper than $200 for a good three years!”

“I knew where to look and the dude that I bought it from didn’t have the box for it anymore. So the price was down on it.”

“Holy shit…” he shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever met another man as geeky as me.”

The other man smiled genuinely and stuck his hand out to the other one. “Eric Schrader.”

Oliver smiled and shook his hand. “Oliver Davis.” He then pulled his hand away, still smiling. “Give me like two minutes to find my laptop and a blanket,” Oliver began to back up, still talking to his neighbor, “make yourself at home.”

“How can I if you haven’t even made yourself at home?” he smirked.

Within the hour, the two were cuddled up on the couch under a blanket. A popsicle in each hand and Daredevil playing on Netflix in front of them on a laptop screen. Two and a half episodes in, Eric found himself putting his head on Oliver’s shoulder. Oliver’s heart was beating fast and butterflies fluttered about in his stomach.

Another episode later, the two were full on just snuggling together on the couch as they watched the show. As the credits rolled, Eric looked up to Oliver.

“I’m going to be frank for a moment,” Eric picked his head up and looked at Oliver.

Oliver quickly paused the show and all of his attention was now on the other man. “Okay, shoot.”

“Just a few hours ago, a guy had managed to hurt me enough to make me cry and listen to the same god damn song for six hours straight. Then you come into the picture and make me do a complete 180 and feel happy and something I haven’t felt in a long time… Too long actually… I don’t know what I’m trying to say exactly…

“Uh, I mean, I do know what I’m saying. We’re around the same age, have a similar interest in significant others… okay well maybe your not pansexual too but at least are into guys that is… I have never met another guy even close to the same level of geekiness I am that I actually had straight up feelings for…

“A few hours ago you literally hated me for blasting the same song on repeat all day and instead of yelling or bitching me out, you let me in your house despite not even being moved in and are being so totally sweet to me for no reason whatsoever… It just seems way too good to be true is all… Just tell me out front, is this real? Is this happening? Is there any hope for us to like… I don't know… like… get to know each other better?”

Oliver stopped him from his rambling. He held up a hand and smiled sweetly. “You want to go get some dinner? Like, right now?”

“Right now?”

“Right now. I know a really good pizza place within walking distance. Best part is, they don’t give a shit about what people are wearing.”

“Oliver Davis,” Eric smiled, “I love the way you think.”

The two turned off the laptop and stood up from the couch. Oliver grabbed his keys and wallet from the table near the door. Eric was quickly following behind him and the two were out the door with Oliver locking it behind them. Eric was rocking back and forth on his heels on the driveway as he waited for Oliver. Once the house was all locked up, Oliver smiled and bounded down to the other man.

Not even to the side walk, the two found each other’s hands and interlocked their fingers together. The two were smiling the same sort of smile.

“Ya know, Eric Schrader,” Oliver began once they were out of the neighborhood.

Eric looked over at the other man as they walked. “Yeah?”

“This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”

“It is indeed,” Eric lightly squeezed Oliver’s hand. “I’m glad you moved in next door.”

“Me too.”

The two smiled and continued their walk. Within five minutes, the two were inside the pizza shop. Another five minutes or so, the two were sitting down in a booth towards the back of the shop and devouring their food. 80’s music blasted from the speakers inside the shop. The two discussed the songs that came on and the different movies that made them even more popular than they already were, if they were even in a movie.

Mid conversation about Ash vs. Evil Dead a very familiar song began to flood the shop.

“Uptown girl, she’s been living in her uptown world-“

Oliver groaned loudly and smacked his forehead onto the table top. On the other hand, Eric busted up laughing over the song playing. The song, and Oliver’s groaning, was hilarious to Eric and he couldn’t stop laughing over the irony of the situation. Through his laughter, he managed to speak.

“Does this mean that this is our song?”

“No!” Oliver exclaimed through the table. “Never!”

“I think this is our song. Fate wants it to be our song!”

“Billy Joel can suck my dick,” Oliver groaned. “So can you, ya jerk.”

“Gladly.”

“What?”

“What?”

Oliver picked his head up from the table and met the blue eyes of his new neighbor and possible boyfriend. He was sitting with a straight face, staring at Oliver.

“So, “Uptown Girl” is our song?” The smile quickly returned on his face.

“No Eric. This song is now banned from ever being near me.”

“So, I’m not allowed to play this song while holding a boom box over my head, as you sleep, under your bedroom window?”

“No. You can John Cusack style any other song but that one.”

“I’m gonna do it anyway,” he smiled happily and sipped on his soda.

“What the hell?”

“I’m going to repeat something you said earlier,” he played with the straw a bit, “this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”

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OTP Prompt: Person A is a mass murderer and Person B walks in on A killing their latest victim. Salt Lake Psycho: Schrader is the newest mass murderer across Salt Lake City. In the middle of a normal night for Schrader; Davis comes home early, only to see what his boyfriend has really been doing in his spare time. Things get out of hand really quickly. A/N: Trigger warnings: blood and gore

Blood covered Eric Schrader’s hands and a good portion of his shirt. He was pissed. That was one of his favorite band shirts. A sigh escaped his mouth as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He sighed again in defeat, there was now blood on his forehead from his hand. There was no winning this night.

“Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy.” He sighed, “If I were any more messy, I’d be caught in a matter of days.”

The body of a blonde man laid dead on the floor in front of him. Eric was smart enough to pull a Patrick Bateman and covered the entire floor with plastic tarps. A few splashes of blood found their way onto the wall. Any more and there’d be a chance he’d get caught by someone. He already had seven bodies taken care of with no one catching him. The police had been digging into to the disappearances of the previous people. Soon they’d start putting two and two together and he was in risk of getting caught.

The news had already been talking about a potential serial killer afoot. The next Ted Bundy. A real life Patrick Bateman. Modern day Jack the Ripper. He was gaining popularity quicker and quicker. So far, Eric hadn’t heard a nickname he enjoyed. There was Mormon Murderer, and Salt Lake Killer. Both of which he hated to no end. He was pondering finishing off the ones who even came up with those names.

“Time to get to work.” Eric cracked his blood stained hands and went to work.

First, he went into the kitchen to wash the blood off his hands before cleaning the apartment. After his hands were cleaned up as best as possible, he took off his shirt and set it in the sink to soak out the blood. Once that was sitting in the sink, he bent down and got the bucket of cleaning supplies from the under cabinet.

Before he could get to work on cleaning, a knock was heard at the door. Eric stiffened up. He was fucked, he had to be. Slowly, he began to walk to the door, walking over the bloody tarp on the floor. Before he went to the door, he had picked up the knife from the previous kill just in case. Eric looked through the peep hole to the mysterious person knocking.

“Hello? Oliver? Eric?” the person asked through the door.

Eric opened up the door slightly, standing in the doorway hiding the crime scene behind him. The knife in his hand was held behind his back, out of view.

“Hey. What’s up, Kyle?” he asked, trying to keep as calm as possible. He was no Patrick Bateman, so there was no way he could handle getting caught.

“I heard some strange noises coming from in here and wanted to make sure you guys were okay.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Is Oliver around?” Kyle pondered.

“No, he’s still at work.”

“Oh, I thought I heard another guy in here or something.”

Eric’s heart jumped into his throat. He knows something…

Kyle gave him a strange look, getting a closer look at the smear on his forehead, “Is… Is that blood on your forehead? Are you alright?”

Eric made a face and opened the door enough to pull his neighbor into the room and half threw him on the floor. Kyle stumbled and tried to catch himself, before tripping on one of the tarps. Eric locked the door behind him as he turned around, still hiding the knife in his hand. Kyle had to be taken care of for he had seen far too much.

Kyle felt something warm and wet under him, and dared to look. The tarp he was sitting on was coated in blood. He then looked from the blood on the tarp, to the blonde man dead a few feet away from him, and finally to Eric. Kyle’s eyes widened in horror. He knew right there and then he wasn’t getting out of that apartment alive.

“Y-you’re that serial killer the news has been talking about!” he stammered out, now feeling his heart pounding against his chest.

Eric merely shrugged, “I suppose you caught me.”

“You won’t get away with this!” he exclaimed.

“Wow, really? Could you be anymore cliche right now?” Eric asked, making a gesture towards him, revealing the knife from behind his back. “‘I won’t get away with this’? Out of all the things you could say, that’s what you stammer out? Haven’t heard that one before.” Eric bent down to become eye level with his neighbor, “News flash, Kyle. I’ve been getting away with this.”

“H-how?”

“How what? How I’ve been getting away with all of this? Eh, it’s been pretty easy really.”

“What about Oliver?” Kyle exclaimed.

“What about Oliver?” Eric repeated, “He doesn’t know a damn thing and I’m gonna keep it that way.”

“You’re a dangerous man,” Kyle just talked to keep him distracted from him ending his life.

“I am indeed. I am also smarter than I come across. You don’t want to get on my bad side,” he smiled innocently to him.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Uh, kill you. You’ve seen too much.”

“But how?”

“Stop trying to put off me killing you. You’re improperly fucked so it doesn’t really matter. You ain’t seeing the light of day again.”

“But how are you going to kill me?” he kept trying his best to prolong the killing.

“I’m going to stab you a few times and slit your neck,” he answered. “Wanna stop putzing around? I got shit to clean up and I wasn’t planning on a two kill night.”

Kyle tried to stand up and run to the nearest exit, but he slipped on the bloody tarp and fell onto the floor. Eric nodded approvingly and drove the knife into the new victims’ hand. A yell escaped Kyle’s mouth which made Eric roll his eyes.

“Mind keeping it down a bit?” he asked as he removed the knife from his hand and drove it deep into his shoulder. “I’m not in the mood for a three kill night.”

Eric removed the knife from his shoulder and picked up the man, holding him awkwardly against his body. With a bored expression, Eric took the neck and slowly slid it across his neighbors neck. He didn’t even take enjoyment from killing anymore. He needed to clean up before Oliver got home.

To Eric’s horror, he heard the front door unlock. Oliver was home early. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck… Oliver took two steps into the door and saw the sight in front of him. His boyfriend, shirtless and covered in blood, sliding a knife against their neighbor’s neck. A few feet he saw a strange blonde man lying dead. Oliver nodded a few times, silent.

Not knowing what to do, Eric let the body of their neighbor heave over dead. He attempted to smile to his boyfriend. “Hi, hon. Didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

Without a word, Oliver turned around and walked right back out the door. Eric sighed, and dropped everything and ran out the door after him. He called his name as he ran down the hallway.

Oliver had already made it up to the roof by the time his boyfriend began to walk up the stairwell. Too many thoughts at once buzzed around Oliver’s head as he paced back and forth on the roof. The man he had chosen to love was a murderer. The Mormon Murderer, the Salt Lake Killer… was his boyfriend. He shook his head and fell onto his knees.

Eric had a feeling his boyfriend was on the roof, one of his favorite spots to clear his head. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open to the roof. The door creaked as Eric pushed it open, causing Oliver to look up quickly.

“Oliver, please, I can explain,” Eric began, holding up his hands showing he wasn't going to hurt him.

With a shaky hand, Oliver pointed to his boyfriend, unsure of what to think or say. As he began to slowly stand to his feet, Oliver said the most cliche thing he could think of, “stay back.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Eric reassured in the most cliche thing he could ponder up. It was an all around cliche night for him. “I promise.”

“How do I know that for sure?” Oliver asked, slowly backing up away from Eric.

“Cause you know me,” Eric made his way towards his boyfriend, moving slower than him. He didn’t want to scare him even more.

“Oh do I?” as he spoke, he kept stepping backwards away from him. “Last time I checked, I don’t know you. The Eric I know wouldn’t be doing this.”

“Oliver, please.”

“Don’t pull that on me.”

“Do you honestly think I’d hurt you?”

“I don’t know anymore!” Oliver exclaimed.

Oliver couldn’t back up any farther without hitting the fire escape. Eric was still coming closer to him. He didn’t bother looking where he was going, but kept his eyes on his serial killer boyfriend. One of Oliver’s feet hit the wrong spot of the fire escape, and the whole thing creaked from the rust caked onto the structure.

“Let’s talk about this,” Eric tried.

“What’s there to talk about?” Oliver exclaimed. He stepped back another small step and the structure creaked again.

The fire escape shifted dramatically. Oliver was soon regretting his decision. A few feet away, Eric saw at his boyfriend’s face change from fear to complete terror. There was no way that thing could hold his weight. Their apartment building was old, without a doubt. It wouldn’t be surprising if the fire escape hadn’t been checked or maintained since the apartment building was built.

Oliver dared and took another step towards the roof top. Instead of creaking loudly, it began to shift downwards. His eyes were glued onto the bolts that kept the fire escape attached to the roof. The poor man was afraid to even breathe, for any movement could have the whole thing collapse under his weight.

“Oliver, look at me,” Eric tried.

He didn’t move.

“Please, Oliver. Look at me,” he begged.

Slowly, he looked up and met the eyes of his boyfriend. Eric was slowly working his way towards him, still unsure if he was still afraid of him. He didn’t blame him at all. All that mattered now was getting Oliver to safety. Without a word, Eric gestured for him to try to take a step to the roof again.

The heart in Oliver’s chest seemed to stop. He slowly nodded and went to take the step towards the roof top. A single loud creak escaped the structure before it began to fall. Oliver took a chance and jumped for the roof, catching the edge about a foot away from the roof top. Eric ran to the roof and knelt down and offered his hand to his boyfriend.

“Oliver, come on,” Eric begged, “just take my hand.”

“How do I know you’re not gonna kill me?” Oliver exclaimed.

“Because I love you, that’s why. Please, just trust me.”

Taking a shot in the dark and hoping for the best, he quickly let go of the edge and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand. Eric pulled Oliver up as he attempted to kick up his weight against the wall. Once he was on the roof top, Oliver fell forward and collapsed into Eric’s arms. Eric cradled the back of Oliver’s neck as he shoved his face deep into the crook of his shoulder.

“It’s alright, you’re okay,” Eric soothed, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“I don’t know you anymore…” Oliver’s voice was muffled against his neck.

Eric sighed, “I know, I know. I’m sorry you had to find out like that… There is no doubt that I love you and will never hurt you.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you going to stop?”

He didn’t say anything. Oliver lifted his head and looked Eric in the eyes. His eyes screamed uncertainty. Oliver frowned.

“Eric, I don’t want to see you get caught. Anything can happen to you. Go on the run from the police, jail,” Oliver swallowed a lump that got caught in his throat, “death.”

He let out a sigh, “You’re right. You mean too much to me to risk something like that and hurt you.”

“Will you stop?”

“Yes. I will.” Eric nodded. “Only if you promise to help me clean up,” he ended with a smile.

Oliver rolled his eyes, “No.”

“Come on!”

“You made the mess, you clean it up.”

“Lame.”

“Let me know when it’s all cleaned up. I don’t want to see the state of our apartment right now, at all.”

Eric groaned. “Okay, okay.”

Oliver cracked a small smile finally. “Good boy. And I will take all of your ‘toys’ away from you. And as punishment for this, no sex for two weeks.”

“You are a horrible person.”

“So are you!” he retorted.

“Fair enough. So,” Eric paused and gave him a sheepish smile, “forgive?”

Oliver rolled his eyes and smiled. He sighed, “forgive Now, go clean.”

Eric nodded and kissed Oliver’s forehead. “Okay, okay.”

He headed to the door to the stairwell. Eric called behind him, “I love you!”

Oliver smiled, “I love you too.”

And he meant it too. They both did. Eric would do anything for his lovely boyfriend.

[elder-schraderham]

OTP Prompt: getting stuck in an elevator after they’ve had an argument Magical: Schrader and Davis try a new date idea that only ends in an argument. Things only get more heated when the elevator in their apartment building gets stuck. Trigger Warning: anxiety/attack and mention of depression Rated T for swearing, alcohol, and brief sexual themes

(A/N: Trigger Warning: cases of anxiety, anxiety attacks, and mention of depression.)

The bar was active as any other bar would be on a Friday night. Schrader and Davis absolutely loved to do strange date ideas they found on the internet. This week happened to be ‘go to a bar and try to pick each other up using cheesy pick up lines’. Davis had always been a bit hesitant about this one, not sure how he would react to a situation that may have other people coming up to him. Too much interaction isn’t always a good thing for him. Either way, he would be going home with Schrader but that didn’t mean that others wouldn’t try.

Davis arrived at the bar first, according to plan. 15 minutes later Schrader would arrive, wait a little while before the date commenced. Sitting alone at the bar, Davis ordered a beer for starters. He thanked the bartender and took a sip of it. He cringed a little bit at the taste. He was never a big fan of light beers, didn’t agree with him. Shrugging it off, he took another long swig and set it down for a bit.

He was pleased with the bar choice his boyfriend had picked out. Something for both of them, an underlying 80’s theme for Davis and a rocker vibe for Schrader. All and all, it was a local bar with alcohol and that’s all that either of them cared about.

About ten minutes had past since Davis sat down and ordered his first beer. He was now on his second beer and much more pleased with the darker colour of it. It went down easier than the first one he unhappily chugged.  

It was getting close to when Schravis was supposed to arrive and butterflies eagerly flapped around Davis’s tummy. He prayed that he would make it long enough to actually accomplish this date idea. He had taken his medication that morning and hopefully lasted long enough to get him through the date.

Just before the 15 minute mark, a muscular man sat at the bar next to Davis. He ordered a beer and waited, sneaking a glance over at Davis every couple of seconds. Once the man had his beer, took a sip, and set it back down; he looked over at Davis and smiled a bit.

“Hi,” he greeted, “I’m Todd. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Michael,” he lied. He always used one of his middle names instead of his first name, especially to other men who weren’t his love.

“Ya here alone, Mike?” Todd pried.

“Michael, please. And yes, I’m actually-“

“Michael, eh? Don’t do nicknames then?”

He shook his head no.

“Such a shame. I love nicknames. It’d be nice if I could shorten my name. Todd, ugh. It needs something. It sounds so bland.”

“Listen,” Davis finally spoke up, he managed to smile a little to the man, “I’m hoping to meet a guy here tonight-“

“Say no more, the answer is right here,” the other man gestured to himself, “How about you meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.”

Todd stood with his beer and gave a wink to Davis as he walked away. Davis took a few deep breaths before turning back around and pulling his phone from his pocket. He quickly sent a text to Schrader.

Eric, I don’t wanna do this anymore

As soon as he sent send, he looked up and saw his boyfriend walk in the door. He sent pleading eyes to his boyfriend who he hoped saw him. Of course he didn’t.

Schrader sat down at the other end of the bar and ordered himself a rum and coke. The bartender sat his drink down and he got the text on his phone. He read it over twice before responding back.

I just got here, Oliver. We’re doing this.

Oliver sipped his drink and waited and hoped that Eric got his message. Thankfully he knew when his phone vibrated. Four times he read the text. The butterflies in his tummy began to move through his whole body. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down as best he could. This wasn’t going to end well.

A little over five minutes had past. The couple, both sitting at opposite ends of the bar, were on their next round of drinks. Oliver had calmed down as best he could, sending the butterflies to only his stomach. He was doing good and waiting for Eric’s cue. That was until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He spun around and hoped to see his boyfriend, but saw Todd had returned instead. He was a bit irritable from being stood up, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at Oliver with a scowl.

“I said five minutes, right?”

“Listen, you seem like a nice guy-“ he never got to finish a sentence around this guy.

“You’re damn right I am!” Todd exclaimed, “You came here to meet a guy tonight and here I am. What’s wrong? Am I not your type?”

“Listen, could you please take a step back and kindly not yell-“

“Take a step back? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Oliver’s heart rate began to execrate quickly as he felt his hands to shake a bit. He needed to get out of there or away from this creep.

“Please, if you don’t mind,” Oliver stood from the barstool and tried to scoot passed the other man.

“I do mind actually,” Todd blocked his way to get out, “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Right now, y-“ he tried to squeeze passed him and

Todd grabbed his arm to keep him from getting away, “You’re trying to get away from me?” he exclaimed.

People were starting to look now. Oliver felt his body begin to shake more as a headache slowly began to form. He knew damn well it wasn’t from the alcohol either. One of Todd’s friends had managed to pull him off of Oliver. Once contact was broken, Oliver headed straight for the door.

Eric didn’t see anything that happened before he saw his boyfriend rush out the door. Within seconds he was out the door after him. Eric found Oliver sitting on the sidewalk outside the bar, resting his head on the outside of the establishment.

“What happened?” Eric knelt down near Oliver.

“Forceful guy… clingy… yelling… physical contact…” he managed to get out, “Can’t handle…”

Eric frowned a little, “You ok?”

Oliver nodded a little bit. Before standing back up, Eric kissed his forehead. “I’ll be right back, okay? Just keep breathing and I’ll be back.”

He nodded again and Eric went back into the bar. Scanning the place, he looked for a guy that was trying to make moves on his man. Instead, he went back to the bar itself to ask the bartender. The bartender was nice enough to point out the scum bag named Todd. Eric nodded his thanks and paid for both his drinks and Oliver’s.

After he paid, he made his way over to Todd. He was sitting at the bar where he was and his friend sat where Oliver was.

“‘Scuse me, were you just trying to hit on someone?” Eric asked, smiling.

“Damn right I was,” he nodded, “Stay away from that asshole. Not worth it.”

“Oh?” he wanted to hear him say more.

“Yeah, he was such an douche. He wanted to hook up with someone, I gave him the chance and he stood me up. Such a douche.”

“Maybe he wasn’t interested?”

“Who wouldn’t be interested in this bod?” he gestured to his body.

Eric saw nothing special with it. Muscular biceps, but a beer gut starting. He shook his head.

“So, you’re calling this guy an asshole because he wasn’t interested in you? That’s kinda douchey, don’t ya think?”

“What’d you just call me?” he stood up and tried to size Eric up. It wasn’t working.

“You heard me,” he snapped back.

Todd drew his hand back to punch him, but Eric beat him to it and punched him straight in the nose.

“Don’t ever come near my boyfriend again. Okay? Okay. Nice chatting with you.” he smiled and walked out the door.

“You better run, punk!” Todd yelled, holding his bleeding nose.

Eric walked back outside and knelt in front of his boyfriend again. He frowned a bit.

“You feeling better, Ollie?” he asked.

“A bit,” he answered.

“Come on, let’s go home.”

Eric stood back up and offered his hand to his boyfriend on the ground. Oliver opened his eyes and grabbed his hand to help him up. Once he was on his feet, Eric put his arm around his shoulders and held him closely to help him walk. The chilly night breeze felt good for Oliver’s headache that began to dull away.

The two stopped at a crosswalk and Eric hit the walk button. Oliver noticed that his knuckles were red and cut up.

“What happened?” Oliver asked.

“Huh?” Eric looked at his knuckles for the first time after he punched the other man, “Oh that. I punched that guy that was coming onto you.”

“Why? He didn’t do anything to you.”

“He did something to you though.”

“I hate when you do this,” Oliver rolled his eyes, “Standing up for me.”

“You couldn’t handle it,” Eric responded, “So I did for you. A guy like that needed to be knocked down a few pegs anyway.”

“Not the point, Eric,” Oliver shook his head, “You don’t always have to stand up for me. I can take care of myself.”

“This time you couldn’t. If you did, you wouldn’t’ve ran out of the bar.”

The walk sign came on and the two began their walk across the street. Eric’s arm wasn’t around Oliver anymore and the two were getting into an argument, again.

“Do you really think that I can control anxiety attacks? I told you from the get-go that I didn’t think this was a good idea but you pried on that we did it!”

“Cause we never did this one before,” Eric shot back.

“I even asked if we could leave but you said no cause you just got there!”

“Cause I did! The plan was fifteen minutes!”

“Exactly! A half hour span of time where anyone at a fuckin bar could come up to me and start hitting on me like that asshole did. I wasn’t planning on doing anything, but he made me nervous and couldn’t help it.”

“Of course you couldn’t. I even told you to take a fuckin pill before we left.”

“Mixed with alcohol? You know damn well I can’t do that! Did you want me to end up in the hospital again?”

“That was one time and you took the wrong pills at the wrong times then didn’t wait long enough to drink.”

“Even so, I can totally blame you for this whole night.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa? Me? How can you blame me for everything that happened? You couldn’t stand up for yourself and tell another guy to fuck off?”

“Not when he wouldn’t let me get a word in edge wise!”

The two’s arguing lasted all the way till they got to their apartment complex. A few of their neighbors gave them strange looks as they argued in the lobby of the apartment complex. Oliver pushed the elevator door button and the two got in the elevator, argument getting more intense as they went up to the 5th floor.

Unbeknownst to them, the lights flickered a few times and the elevator stopped. That’s when they finally stopped arguing.

“The fuck was that?” Eric asked.

“Never seen an elevator get stuck?”

“You gotta be fucking…” he trailed off as he pushed the 5th floor button. It wasn’t making the elevator budge.

Oliver on the other hand pulled out his phone and called the building manager. Oliver told him what was going on and asked what to do. The manager told them to hang tight as he got someone over to unstick the elevator. He added that he wasn’t sure how long it would take. Oliver thanked him and put his phone away.

“We’re stuck here for a while.”

“That’s fuckin magical…” Eric shook his head, “Fuckin magical…”

Oliver sat on the floor and hugged his knees to his chest. His headache was starting to return slowly. Eric’s strain of swear words were starting to get nerve wracking. After a minute or so, Oliver finally pipped up.

“Eric, calm down.”

“Me? Calm down? I’m fucking calm, I don’t know about you. This is exactly how I wanted to spend my night. Not even start the date we were supposed to do, punch a guy in the nose, then this. Wow, this is all just fucking magical,” Eric’s words drenched with sarcasm.

“Do you think this is how I wanted to spend my night? Have a random guy hit on me, then get mad cause I didn’t want to bang him in the bathroom, then followed by an anxiety attack?”

“Your anxiety attacks happen more than this does.”

“That was a low blow,” Oliver stood back up and got in his boyfriend’s face. “You’re always really good at bringing my mental illnesses into things. Anxiety attacks? Depression? You always manage to say something that’s a low blow and I’m fucking tired of it. They’re nothing to joke about.”

“You’re the one who get’s all sensitive over them and gets pissy with me cause I always stand up for you when you can’t, then come back at me that you could handle it when you clearly couldn’t!”

“I don’t need you to fight all my battles for me!” Oliver felt his hands start shaking again as his headache return quicker than he would’ve liked.

“Well I wouldn’t have to if you would actually fight some of those battles!”

“You don’t think I do that every fucking day? I fight more battles than you even know! You don’t realize how many I fight.”

“Is that a lame way of saying you fight your mental illnesses everyday?”

“Damn right it is, cause it’s true.”

“I didn’t mean those fights, I meant real fights with you standing up for yourself and not getting an anxiety attack from it. Would that be so hard?”

“Maybe, cause it’s not like those illnesses are going to go away anytime soon. Medication does a lot but not make them magically disappear.”

Eric shook his head and turned away from him.

Oliver’s skull was pounding at this point. His whole body shook and he was getting dizzy very quickly. Taking a step back, he found the wall without the hand rail and slid down to the floor. This time he wouldn’t get up. He was done arguing in the fear of having a worse attack or passing out. Neither of which he wanted to do or could control. Oliver shut his eyes and rested his head against the wall, doing his best to calm down.

When Eric spun back around, he didn’t face his boyfriend. He looked down and saw him in the same position like outside the bar. Sitting on the floor, eyes closed, heavy breathing, head against the wall, and shaking. All the anger he had washed out of his body and he knelt down on the floor, concerned for his wellbeing.

“Ollie, hon? You ok?” he asked.

Oliver didn’t say anything, but shake his head no. Eric frowned and put his hand on Oliver’s shoulder.

“Hon, I’m so sorry. I really am.”

Oliver moved enough to wrap his arms around Eric’s neck and hug onto him tightly. In no time, Eric returned the hug. A few seconds passed before Oliver started crying. Comfortingly, Eric started rubbing his back gently.

“I didn’t mean anything I said. You were right, I shouldn’t have brought your anxiety and depression into it. It was a low blow and I didn’t mean it, honestly. I love you, so much. It’s this stupid stuck elevator that got me all angry at nothing and I’m so sorry.”

He cradled his boyfriend’s neck as he cried silently into his neck. Every so often Eric would shush him or say that he was terribly sorry. A few minutes had passed before Oliver managed to push himself off of Eric.

“Hon?” Eric asked as soon as Oliver pushed himself off of him.

He whipped his face dry and nodded. “I’m ok…”

“I’m so sorry for everything,” he concluded.

Oliver cracked a smile behind his tear stained face, “I know you are.”

“Forgive?” he asked, offering a small smile.

“Forgive,” Oliver nodded.

Eric smiled and leaned into Oliver and kissed him. Oliver smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms back around his neck. Like magic, the elevator began to move again. The two pulled away and smiled to each other.

“Fuckin magical,” Oliver smiled.