Daniel looked up as Jonathan stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. He looked touseled, his hair sticking up in every directions and his cheeks a dark red from obvious exhaustion.
"Jonathan," the writer frowned and placed his book away. "What-"
"Dont go outside," the former Narrator interrupted him breathlessly. He glanced fearfully over his shoulder and pressed himself against the door in an attempt to keep whatever he had been running from out. "It's not safe?"
"Not safe?" Daniel repeated, paling as he hastily got to his feet. "But Stanley and Bradley are out there!"
But before the other could ask what he was talking about, the sound of footsteps nearing the bedroom door caught both of their attention.
"Oh Jonathan~" Stanley called in a sing song voice. Bradley snickered faintly beside him.
"Open the door, Jonnyboy! We just wanna plaaay."
"Daniel? Hey, Dan let us in!" The doorknob rattled. Jonathan squeaked and braced his feet against the hardwood floor.
"Go away!" he shouted back.
"But we looove you guys! Come on!"
"Jonathan, what's going on here?"
Bradley cut in before Jon could explain. "Open the door and you'll find out!"
"No!" The taller man started to protest but Daniel was getting tired of standing around cluelessly. He tugged his lover away from the door and surprisingly Jon didnt put up much of a fight. He dove to the other side of the room and grabbed a pillow, holding it defensively in front his chest as Daniel pulled the door open.
"Alright, you two. What-"
Stanley grinned mischievously up at him and plucked his glasses off his nose.
"H-hey-"
He handed them to Bradley who placed them on a shelf for safe keeping and then the two attacked. Jonathan watched in dismay as Daniel went down under the merciless assault of the living room cushions.
The Stanleys were relentless; it wasnt a pillow fight, it was pillow murder and Daniel B Foyle was their first victim.
Jonathan knew what he had to do. With a heavy sigh, he gripped the cushion he was holding and lunged forward with a battle cry.
Stanley turned, surprised and that was his fatal mistake. Jonathan overpowered him and began beating him with the white feather bag until they were both laughing too hard to keep standing.
Bradley tried coming to his aid, but a hand gripped his ankle and pulled him down. Daniel /hadnt/ been defeated it seemed as he straddled the younger brunette with a devious smirk.
Bradley was so surprised (and flustered, gog damn it) that he didnt resist as his boyfriend took his weapon out of his hands and raised it above his head.
"Wai-wait! Dan, no! Mercy!" Bradley pleaded and covered his head, but it was too late.
"No mercy for you, you pillow carrying scum!" He shouted dramatically.
Stanley just giggled from somewhere above them; but Jonathan had long since stopped hitting him and was nuzzling into his neck. They both watched Daniel plummel Bradley mercilessly with the velvet cushion, neither making an attempt to come to his rescue as he sputtered and cursed and laughed helplessly.
((My muse is currently in a maids dress. Send ۵ for your muse to walk in on them and they have to explain themselves.))
"Coin operated boy, sitting on the shelf, he is just a toy," Bradley sang to himself as he smoothed down his apron for the fourth time in the last minute.
He couldnt get over what he was seeing in the mirror, his body tucked away between frills and ribbons, his dark hair giving the b&w of the outfit a great contrast. He also put a bow in his hair, just for the heck of it.
Now, Bradley wasnt regretting a single second.
'I look downright adorable,' he thought, smiling at his reflection. A shy, freckled maid smiled back.
But his self adoration was cut short as he spotted movement in the mirror, just behind him. Bradley froze. His eyes locked on Dan's and neither Narrator spoke for a very long time.
The younger man eventually cleared his throat awkwardly. "I...er...I was..."
Oh to hell with excuses, what was he trying to save here anyway? His masculine dignity? Yeah, fuck that.
Bradley whirled around to face his boyfriend and grinned. "So do you like this new me?" He asked, striking a pose.
"I think this compliments my form well~ What do you think, darling? Arent I just /gorgeous/?" Bradley twirled at little and laughed, delighted. "We have to get you one too, these things are awesome!"
"Soooorry Dan~" Bradley taunted as he worked on rebuilding the Jenga tower. "Looks like you lose. Again."
Stanley snickered somewhere next to the writer, who was pulling off one of his famous pouts at the unfair treatment he was getting from people who were supposed to be on /his/ side.
"Look, cant we play something else?" Daniel suggested as he carefully watched Bradley stack up the tower. He may...or may not be suspecting that the other had built it specifically to crumble beneath the Narrator's hands whenever it was his turn to choose. Like it had done the previous five times.
"But no one knows how to play poker except you and Jonathan!" Stanley protested.
"Oh dont be a sore loser, Danny." His counterpart agreed, flashing him a sharky smile. "Or are you giving up already?"
"No, I am not." Daniel told him stiffly, determined to not give his collective lovers more reasons to tease him. They seemed to enjoy it for some reason, all of them. Even sweet Stanley could be as ruthless as Bradley and Jonathan combined when he feels like it.
"But I'll start this time."
The Stanleys agreed, shooting each other mischievous glances. Daniel ignored them. He managed to pull out seven Jenga blocks before it fell apart, his fingers barely grazing the eighth.
"How?! How, why? How?! I dont believe this!"
Both brunettes lost it, cackling madly over the broken pieces of the tower while Daniel stared helplessly at his repeated failure. Either they were playing some sort of nasty prank or...or he was just really that bad in Jenga. Either way, he felt like he was missing something.
"Aww dont be sad," Bradley cooed into his ear, making him jump.
"Yeah its just a game, sweetie." Stanley purred from the other side. The Narrator looked at them anxiously.
"What are you two up- oh!"
Both Stanleys leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Despite this innocent gesture, Dan could feel a blush creeping up his neck, spreading like wild fire. More giggles from either side.
Stanley leaned over and hugged him, smiling sweetly up at his boyfriend. "Lets play a different game alright?"
"Aww yeah lets play Mikado!!"
Between Stanleys doe-like eyes and Bradleys excited grin, Daniel found himself agreeing, despite being rather *dreadful* at Mikado.
Jonathan's face heated up rapidly until his eyes were as bright as penlights.
"I-I er...might-maybe," He stammered under the questioning look of his lover. "I mightve...said something stupid at my family reunion."
As much as he wanted to abscond or distract Dan or facepalm at his own idiocy, he stayed absolutely still, forcing the dreaded confession from his lips.
"I mightve...accidently...under pressure said we were all going to marry soon. And now theyre demanding pictures of the wedding."
A rather distraught looking Narrator dressed in a ridiculous Christmas costume tackle hugs Jonathan. "Thank you," he mumbles in a muffled voice into the man's lapel. "And welcome back. This is just an expression of my overwhelming relief, by the way. I was absolutely fine. But thank you for the card. Did you get ours?"
"Hello, my festive flower," Jonathan chuckled as he pulled Daniel closer. Even if he had tried looking casual before, it was clear how much he had missed his adorable boyfriend with the intensity of the hug. It felt like an eternity since he last held him and as Jonathan pulled back to lock their lips together in a sudden rush of passionate affection, it was now that he finally had returned home.
They separated a few moments later and the Narrator rested his forehead against the other, tears sparkling in his eyes. "Yes I've recieved it. I-...thank you,"
A cup of hot chocolate and a plate of home-baked cookies is left on Bradley's desk. 'Do take it easy once in a while, won't you darling? Love, Daniel.'
When he got back from whatever he had been doing, Bradley didnt notice the gifts right away. He shrugged off the extra jacket he had put on and dropped it on a kitten, watching with slight amusement while it clawed at its prison playfully.
As he approached his desk, he stopped. There was a plate there and a card, resting against a mug of steaming hot chocolate. He had a hunch who mightve left it there and it was confirmed as he read the note.
'Of course, Mr Daniel Worrypants,' he thought. 'How endearing.'
Still though it was...a nice gesture. A *really* nice gesture, and as he set the card back down, he tried to pretend this didnt flatter him as much as it did. Or, not quite flatter as comfort him.
This was a small reminder that there was someone out there who truly cared for and loved /him/, Bradley, the Stanley gone wrong.
'I should thank him later,' he decided, ignoring the small lump in his throat.
Bradley and his most beloved canine boyfriend had been enjoying a lazy afternoon in their apartment, idly reading and chatting while the background noise of the radio harmonized with the rain outside.
Jonathan and Stanley were out, visiting a museum only they were interested in, leaving the other half back with peace and quiet.
And it had been peaceful. Bradley had been flipping through a copy of Shakespeare's 'Midsummers Dream' while Daniel lay fast asleep on his stomach, enjoying his lovers body heat in comparison to the cold-ish couch. Everything was quiet, the room filled with a content silence...until the dimly lit room exploded in light and noise.
Bradley ignored the sudden storm that had apparently crept up on them, but he found it rather difficult once Dan yelped in fright and stuck his head under the brunette's shirt. The book was instantly forgotten.
"Daniel, what are you-" Bradley began but the storm was faster. With a flash and a roar it scared the poor dog further who was now hellbent on climbing into Bradley's sweather for protection.
"Hey, Dan cut that out!! Get out of my shirt, that tickles, you know!!"
"Thunderstorms," came the muffled whimper in response. Bradley groped around, deciding on pulling the pup out but Daniel had other plans as he inched forward, his fluffy tail disappearing conpletely underneath the checkered sweater. The other Narrator was blushing helplessly now.
"Daaaan," he whined. The corgi wriggled up a few more inches until his head popped up on the other side. He chuckled slightly when he saw Bradleys burning cheeks, looking quite sheepish.
"Er, I...apologize for that, Stanley. I got a little frightened."
"Yeah no shit," Bradley grumbled in response and Dan licked his face as a proper doggy apology. Another loud -CRACK- filled the room and the corgi buried his face in the crook of his boyfriends neck, whining quietly. Bradley sighed, expression softening as he patted Dan's head.
"I suppose you can stay here for a while until the storm passes, okay? You old scaredy cat. I'm going to get dog hair all over me." But he wasnt really complaining.
"You...." Bradley blinks, staring up at the man as a bright blush spreads across his cheeks.
"You...think I´m cute? I..." He exhales shakily, his hand coming up to his burning face. He´s smiling.
"I... I mean, of course I´m cute! Duuuuh! I´m Bradley, what did you expect honestly? Yeah, I´m very cute, about time someone notices," The brunette beams at Daniel, his happiness undeniable.
