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mrsdobrik · 4 years

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Not Clickbait - Chapter 29

This is my favorite chapter! I can’t believe it’s finally out! It’s about David and Y/n going on a trip together and sleeping together for the first time. You can totally read it as a one shot too but it’s better if you are up to speed with the series! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did 💕💕💕

Y/n and David had just landed in Miami and gotten their rental car. David (Natalie) had made reservations at the Ocean's Edge Resort in Key West. They got to their room just as the sun was starting to rise which made the view even more spectacular than it already was.

“Dave, this… this is so perfect. Thank you for this, thank you for being such an amazing boyfriend” she said wrapping one of her arms around his waist as they walked over to the balcony. “We should go swimming, right now before there are a bunch of people at the pool!” Y/n beamed.

“Sure, whatever you want to do.” David agreed leaning down to kiss her.

“I’ll go change.” she whispered and walked over to her travel bag to get her swimsuit out.

She went into the bathroom and David just stood there on the balcony looking at the amazing view. A few minutes later Y/n came out of the bathroom in a flesh colored two piece. She had her hair down and her cheeks were slightly flushed. The golden light of the rising sun hitting her skin, still dewy from rubbing sunscreen all over. David thought she had never looked better, more relaxed, happier.

“Can you rub this on my back?” She muttered handing him the tube of sunscreen. She turned around as David put some lotion on his hand, she shivered a little when the cold product first hit her skin but then she started enjoying the feeling of David’s hands running through her back. David started spreading the cream and as he came across the strap of her bra he started running his hand under it. “You can untie that” she said holding the fabric by the front and he did, leaving her back completely bare for him to explore.

“Done” he whispered after a couple of minutes. Y/n turned around and leaned in for a kiss, it started off light but it soon deepened, her bra falling to the ground as she forgot she was holding it. They started moving towards the bed, his shirt falling on the ground on the way. David took a step back to look at her.

“You are so beautiful.” He muttered in her ear as he started kissing down her neck and clavicle. “I love you” he whispered on her lips. She broke the kiss to look at him for a second.

“I love you too.” she smiled against his lips.

“Are you sure you want to do this babe? We can stop, it’s okay if you want to wait.” David said breaking the kiss once again.

“I’m sure, I love you” she nodded. More pieces of clothing fell to the ground, as their hands got to know each other's bodies. It was sweet and gentle, filled with kissing and caressing, soft laughter and smiles.

…

A while later Y/n and David were still in bed, wrapped in nothing but each other's arms and white sheets.

“Was… did… “ Y/n started, not completing her thoughts.

“Babe, just ask, you’ve been trying to get it out for like an hour” He smiled, putting his head on the crook of her neck.

“Did you like it? I mean you have more experience than I do so… Was it good for you?” She said feeling her cheeks get hot.

“Yes, it was great.” He smiled sweetly at her “Was it good for you? Did it hurt?”

“It was perfect. And no, it didn’t hurt.” Y/n said remembering how kind and gentle he was during the whole thing.

“You are so perfect, so amazing. I love you. This last couple months have been so wonderful.”

“I love you too, Dave. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect boyfriend.” She smiled running her fingers through his hair.

…

As tempting as spending the whole weekend in that hotel room sounded, after some room service breakfast it was adventure time. They rode all the way to Key West, visited the Hemingway Home and Museum, went canoeing and window-shopped through the luxurious boutiques before sitting down to have lunch.

“Most of these things have seafood!” David complained.

“Well, yeah babe, that’s kind of the point…” Y/n said giggling.

“Do you want to go parasailing after lunch?” His eyes gleamed.

“Nooo, pleeeease! I don’t like dangerous activities!! We are both too young to die…”

“We are not going to die, it’s going to be fine! You’ll love it, it’s fun!”

“If we die I am going to haunt your spirit for eternity…” she said giving up. She knew there was no point in arguing, when something got in his head…

“Good, that way not even death will do us apart”

“Funny…” She gave him a light push.

…

“Tell me again why we are doing this…” Y/n said squeezing David’s hand so tight it would probably leave a bruise.

“Because it’s fun and we only live once and because your face is funny when you are scared.” He replied giving the girl a quick peck.

Y/n actually really enjoyed herself, the views were amazing, it was really fun and it turned out to be the perfect thing to get her head off of what was coming. The wind blew her hair and blushed her already suntanned skin.

…

Night time came way too soon and David was at the bar waiting for Y/n, who was still in their room getting ready. He smiled down at his phone as he read Natalie’s text.

Assistant #1: How is the trip going, Romeo? Reformed Bieber: It’s great, the hotel is perfect! Thank u! Assistant #1: I am the best assistant, I know. U should give me a raise! Reformed Bieber: Haha v funny! U r a great friend! Assistant #1: OMG! Is that a compliment or just a way to get out of the raise? Reformed Bieber: Exactly. Assistant #1: U lil bitch, wait till u come home! Changing the locks tonight Reformed Bieber: I told her I loved her… Assistant #1: WHAT?? OMG!! I am so happy for u Dave!! Did she say it back? Reformed Bieber: Yes :)

As he sent that message he looked up to see Y/n approaching him. His jaw literally dropped, as did the ones from most of the attendants. She was wearing a silk emerald green tight dress, it was calf long and left little to the imagination as the fabric hugged her figure like a second skin. The color complemented her skin beautifully and had a sheen to it as the light reflected off the dress. Her skin had taken a golden tint, which was emphasized by the shimmer in her body oil. Her hair fell in careless curls and a proper amount of gloss made her lips look extra juicy. She was a gorgeous young woman, and David was used to her sweet pastel colored dresses but in that outfit she looked like a completely different person.

“WOW! Let's get out of here before my girlfriend shows up!” He whispered in her ear as she reached his seat in the bar.

“Sorry sweetie, I don’t do committed guys.” She muttered with a seductive little smile.

“Bummer.” He said before leaning in for a kiss, it was passionate and short lived.

“I take it you like my new dress.” She smiled teasingly.

“You should never take that off” He said, looking her up and down.

“If that is what you want! And here I was thinking you would enjoy what is underneath more than the dress.” David knew there was no way she could have anything under that dress because it would show through the fabric. So the thought of the only thing that could be under her dress appeared in his head.

“There is no way we are getting through dinner if you keep this up. I might need to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to our room.”

“Didn’t your mom teach you that you can’t have dessert before dinner?” She scolded, running her hand through the collar of his shirt.

“I’m a slow learner.”

…

The next day was spent at the beach enjoying the clear skies and warm water. Y/n put her book back inside her bag under the gazebo and looked over to her boyfriend.

“Are you coming to the water with me?” She asked as David played with his phone.

“No babe, go ahead. I’m too tired, I want to rest a bit.” He replied before kissing her goodbye.

It hadn’t been half an hour when David looked up from his phone to see two buff guys talking to Y/n by the shore. He could feel the familiar green monster making an appearance. She looked too pretty in her mint green bathing suit and wet hair. He didn’t like the way those guys seemed to be eating her with their eyes. She seemed totally oblivious to that last part though. He stood up and made his way to his girlfriend.

“Hey babe! Was the water nice?” He said, grabbing her by the waist.

“It was perfect! You should go swim a bit before it starts getting cold! Oh, by the way… these are Chad and Trent! We went to high school together… isn’t it a small world?”

“Hey! Nice to meet you!” Dave smiled holding out his hand.

“Holy fuck! You didn’t tell us that the guy you were dating is David Dobrik!” One of the guys said

“Yeah, well it's kind of a secret or at least it was until he called me babe.” She explained, giving him a look. She had caught what he was trying to do and couldn’t wait till they were alone so she could tease the fuck out of him. He blushed a bit.

“Hey, don’t worry! We are not going to say anything! We still owe her big time for all the times she helped us with homework and exams! She was always the smartest little nerd in the class” The other guy said.

“Well except for gym class, those were not her brightest moments”

“Ohh god please don’t ever mention that again!! David destroyed me in tennis a few weeks ago!!” She laughed.

“Hey, so I know you two are on vacation but would you mind taking a picture with us?” Guy n°1 said

“Sure!” David said and after a few more minutes of chat both pairs went their separate ways.

“Look at you being all jealous! You are like a little puppy marking your territory! That is hi-la-ri-o-us!! OMG!! I can’t wait to go back and tell Natalie about this she is going to laugh so fucking hard!!”

“Whatever. The fact that they know you doesn’t mean they were not flirting with you!! They were eyeing you up!! You are just too naïve to notice.” He shrugged, grabbing at her waist.

“No, I am not! I did notice which is why ten minutes before you joined us I told them I came here with my boyfriend” She said giggling.

“That didn’t stop them staring then.”

“Maybe it didn’t, but I don't care. I only have eyes for one guy, and he is amazingly handsome and talented.”

“Let me guess, it’s me.” He said leaning down to kiss her.

“No, it's Ryan Gosling. But you are a close second place.” She giggled pulling him in.

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spectrumscribe · 7 years

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Your Home. (Our Home.)

Based on @ramskulls‘s awesome Green-thumbs AU, in exchange for some excellent artwork. Featuring police officer Casey and flower shop owner Leo, and a lot of cute boyfriend fluff. (also minor background relationships even more rare than theirs.)

AO3 version if preferred.

Summary:

Casey and Leo move in together. Accidentally. And without noticing.

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It starts, probably speaking, with a forgotten jacket.

It’s still casual at that point for them; coffee shop dates, movie nights, the occasional bar trip with Leo’s siblings. They’re testing the waters still, Casey and Leo, to see where they really click, and where they might need to work on things. So they’ve been sticking to light stuff; things straight out of fourth grade. Hand-holding, knees touching, and rare and momentary kisses- things that are so sickeningly sweet, its tooth rotting. It took them months to reach this point, but each slow step of the way has been wonderful to experience.

Of course, there’s always a point that a relationship moves a level upwards. Neither of them noticed reaching that point, or going above it. Not until much later.

Leo’s hours in the shop are steady, regular. He knows his schedule and work hours like the back of his hand because he’s the one who made them. Owning a flower shop can be tiring at times, especially when customers get overly picky, or cause a fuss because their rose order wasn’t just right, but it’s worth it. Mostly because he loves his work, and partially because he just likes being in charge of his own job hours.

Casey on the other hand, his hours can go all over the place depending on what tough case is on his desk that week. He’s not exactly high up in the system yet, but he’s up there enough that he’s called into all sorts of messy situations. When it’s not stressful, his work is just plain tiring, and sometimes he wonders why on earth his younger self wanted to be a police officer so much. Most nights, or days, depending on the shift, he’s pretty tuckered out from either paperwork or dealing with plain old stupid people for too many hours.

Leo’s apartment is a nice place to retreat after the worst days or nights; the plants scattered throughout the apartment, combined with Leo’s preference for calming colors and soft fabrics, makes the whole of the home one big comfy space to crash. Which Casey definitely ends up doing fairly often now, since they’ve decided to make things a little more official between them.

Casey comes over, stays the night or day, and then heads out again afterwards; taking himself and his possessions with him out into the world until he returns. The cycle goes on like that uninterrupted for a good while, without much change beyond the days of the week.

Except eventually, after a long twelve hour daylight shift at work, and Casey had been too tired to wake back up after a movie night on the couch, he spends the night in Leo’s home… and forgets his jacket when he leaves for work the next day.

Leo doesn’t notice that the coat has been left behind until he’s making breakfast for himself, and finds an article of clothing that definitely doesn’t belong to him; draped over a chair in his small kitchen eat-in.

“Huh,” He mumbles, picking up the worn but loved jacket. “He must’ve forgotten it.”

Leo runs his thumbs along the collar of the jacket, feeling the softened threads from years of use. He briefly wonders if it smells like Casey.

Then, face heating, he sets it back onto the chair. He’ll give it back to his boyfriend later, whenever they have time for another date.

Casey doesn’t notice he’s forgotten his jacket either, until a stiff breeze blows by and he finds himself shivering for a moment.

--/--

“Did you steal my socks?”

Leo has to actually pause what he’s doing for a moment- searching for clean pants in his closet- to give Casey an incredulous look.

Casey gestures at his feet, which remain bare, despite his best attempts to locate his socks.

Leo continues giving Casey an incredulous look.

Casey stares back, then glances at Leo’s much larger feet, and makes an ‘ah’ face. “Oh. Wait.”

“…Casey.”

“It slipped my mind.”

“My feet… are at least three times the size of yours.”

“I’m half awake, give me a break.”

“Three times. The size.”

“Look, when I’m spending time with you, I’m not exactly giving your feet a ton of attention. That’s not my sort of thing.”

“Oh my god.”

Casey tosses a pillow from Leo’s bed at him. Leo keeps laughing regardless of the assault.

Casey, in the end, cannot locate his socks at all, and goes to work with his feet bare inside his shoes. There are spares to be found in his locker, but still. It’s the principal of the thing, being unable to find his own god damn socks.

He blames the fact that Leo looks unfairly cute when he’s either falling asleep or just waking up, so much so Casey couldn’t keep track of where his socks went. It’s a reasonable enough excuse for their disappearance, in his opinion.

Leo rediscovers the wayward socks later that week, when he’s doing his laundry and finds clothing that is most definitely not his own in the pile of whites.

He snorts, smiling to himself, and puts them through the wash. When they’re done and dried, he folds them up into a little ball, and sticks them inside the pocket of the jacket in his kitchen. The one Casey still hasn’t remembered to take home.

--/--

“I can’t go out tonight,” Casey sighs into his phone, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“What? How come?”

The sucking, gurgling sound comes from somewhere in his bathroom again, and Casey can’t even bring himself to look. “The pipes are going bezerk in my bathroom. I had the whole tub backed up with… you don’t even want to know.”

“Oh no, that’s- that really sucks, Casey. Can I do anything to help?”

Casey, for a moment, counts himself lucky for the hundredth time his boyfriend is so sweet. “Not really, but thanks. I’ve got a plumber on the way and… I think it’s draining. Kind of. Mostly I’m just hopin’ here I don’t have to replace the floor as well as clean my pipes.”

“Are you sure I can’t help? Do you need a place to stay for tonight, or however long it takes to get the repairs started? You know I’d be more than happy to host.”

Casey gets another whiff of the smell coming from his washroom, which has unfortunately gotten into the rest of his apartment as well, and wrinkles his nose. Yeah, he won’t be able to sleep with that in the air. He’ll need to find somewhere else to go for however long it takes to get things cleaned up. And as much as he doesn’t want to impose on Leo… spending the night with his boyfriend would be much better than spending it alone in a motel.

“You know, that sounds really nice. Want me to pick up dinner?”

He ends up packing an overnight bag and his uniform for the next day, and driving over to Leo’s apartment. The smell of flowers and hints of incense greet him as Leo opens the door, and after spending extended time in sewage hell, it’s a literal breath of fresh air.

Plus, Leo’s smile is always a sight for sore eyes, and Casey probably will never get tired of having it aimed his way.

They end up sprawled on Leo’s second-hand couch, eating pizza and garden salad. It’s a million times better than a lonely motel room would have been, and they talk late into the evening as they swap dinner for ice-cream desert.

Casey wakes up with a hard edge being pressed into his arm, and he finds that the tip of Leo’s shell is pressing on him, along with Leo’s skull. The turtle mutant had apparently fallen asleep pillowing his head on Casey’s arm, like Casey had fallen asleep with his legs tangled around Leo’s.

It sucks to move out of the cozy position, pins and needles in his fingers be damned, but Casey’s phone is chiming an alarm and work is just a short while from now.

He sighs long-sufferingly, and extracts himself from the warm covers of Leo’s bed gentle as he can. Leo makes a complaining noise at the loss of heat, but mumbles sleepily a “g’morning” anyways.

Casey brushes his teeth, gives himself a quick shave, combs his hair and gets into his uniform fast as possible. Early shift plus late night equals him having slept in a little and needing to rush to work. He throws what clothes he can see from yesterday into his bag, kisses a still sleep bleary Leo on the cheek, and blows out the door.

Leo rubs his eyes and yawns wide enough his jaw clicks. Sometimes, Casey is high energy in the oddest moments. Like the morning after a late night, despite that the effect is supposed to be contrary.

Ah well, he got a cheek kiss and a good night’s sleep with a warm person he enjoys being around. An early morning is an easy price to pay.

Leo gets up slowly, swinging his feet onto the cool floor of his room, and set to starting his own potentially hectic day.

As he’s leaving, he notices that Casey forgot his civilian shoes in the entryway.

Leo shakes his head, pushes the two shoes gently together and out of the way, and goes to work. His work in the shop begins sooner than usual, but he uses the extra time before opening to double check orders in the back room.

He sends Casey a reminder that he’s now forgotten jacket, his socks, and his shoes in Leo’s home. The reply doesn’t come until during lunch hour, when Casey replies with a text of oh shit I KNEW I forgot something!!

Leo rolls his eyes, tells Casey at least you’re cute enough to make up for the forgetfulness, and laughs when Casey shoots back okay how dare you say that to me, I’m Hot not cute.

A hot Mess more like.

Ah ha ha, funny. Hilarious.

God dammnit you and your outdated emojis

Stoppit that’s unfairly adorable.

;3c

You put that paw away right now

3’:

….i take it back, bring back the paw

:Dc

Omg

Casey ends up staying in Leo's apartment another two days afterwards, while his pipes are fixed and the vents air themselves out of sewage stink. It's definitely not an arrangement Casey complains about, or Leo, though Casey does end up forgetting his razor and toothbrush in Leo's bathroom when he goes back home.

--/--

After the fifth time Casey falls asleep in Leo’s apartment, too content and comfy to rouse himself, Leo suggests Casey just start keeping a spare uniform in his closet; to avoid the early morning rushes back to Casey’s own home to retrieve his work things.

“You sure?” Casey asks, glancing at Leo’s closet from their position on the bed. “I don’t wanna take up space you need.”

“My closet is plenty big enough,” Leo insists, paging through his latest thrift store book find. He’s partway through, and the plot line has just introduced a possible love interest. He’s not so sure how he feels about the lizard alien just yet, but she is described to have a large sword, and swords are always excellent. “Plus, that jacket will finally have company if you do.”

Casey mumbles, “oh yeah, that darn thing,” and goes back to crushing candy on his phone. They remain in their reclined spots against the headboard for a few more hours, reading or gaming, until it’s time to go meet Leo’s three siblings and April for a late evening Denny’s supper.

Casey does in fact bring a uniform with him next time he’s spending the night; hanging it neatly on the far end of the pole in Leo’s closet. The jacket is hung next to it, because no matter how many times Leo has reminded him, Casey still can’t remember to take it home, and at this point it seems like a lost cause. Better to just give it a new home.

Joining it soon enough is a spare pair of running shoes, for the nicer days when Leo likes to jog in the nearby park, a nice dress shirt, for when they’re invited to a spontaneous dinner party at Mikey’s place, and an assortment of forgotten CD’s, hairbands, socks, and toiletries.

Neither of them really notice it, beyond finding it suddenly easier to make plans or get out the door in the morning.

--/--

The person who brings the state of Leo’s apartment to his attention, is none other than their resident genius. Which isn’t that surprising, in all honesty.

It happens because, during one of Donnie’s breaks from his free-lance coding commissions, he trips over a pair of Casey’s shoes in Leo’s entryway.

“Oh, you didn’t tell me Casey was here,” Donnie says, stepping over the black work shoes. “I would’ve prepared myself if you had.”

Leo rolls his eyes and smiles, because Donnie has a vague hopefulness in his voice about a Jones appearance. Few people can bicker as passionately as Donnie can, and Casey happens to be one of those people. Leaving the two of them together for long periods of time tends to generate rants and good-natured arguments the stuff of legends.

“He’s out with his little sister today, Donnie. He’s not even available for a date until later this week. Hasn’t been at all lately, actually, since he got assigned to a stakeout case.”

“So why’re his work shoes in your apartment, then?”

“Because he sometimes leaves them here, when he falls asleep too late to go home.”

“…his running shoes, too?”

“That’s because we go running on the weekends, sometimes.”

Donnie glances away from the shoes, and focuses on the coatrack. “Leo, is that his favorite hat? I saw him wearing that just last week.”

Leo shrugs. “He probably forgot that, too.”

Donnie puts his hand under his chin, and hums. Leo watches Donnie’s perplexed expression for another moment, before turning away and going to find his wallet before they head to the movies.

When he finally finds it, buried under his couch cushions, he finds also that Donnie has disappeared into the washroom while he was waiting. Leo opts to use the extra moments wisely and go find candy to sneak into the theater.

When Donnie comes out, he’s giving Leo a Look.

“What,” Leo asks, tucking his Snickers bar into his satchel. “something on my face?”

“Hm, no,” Donnie says in a casual tone. “I was just wondering why there’s a pile of Casey’s clothes in there.”

Leo opens his mouth, and then closes it as his cheeks get hot. “Those could be anyone’s.”

“Unlikely,” Donnie replies, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “The only person any of us know who wears that sort of punk band shirts is Casey.”

“We know Irma,” Leo points out, because Langstein is more punk than even his boyfriend.

“Yes, but I’m sure you’d be much more fearful for your life if April’s girlfriend’s clothes were on the floor of your apartment.”

Good point. April wouldn’t show him mercy at all if Leo did something like that.

“Also,” Donnie continues, smirking. “last I checked, you were homoromantic, not hetero.”

Leo’s cheeks get hotter. “We had a shower, okay? Last time he was here. I guess I forgot to pick them up again. And before you make any jokes-”

“Sensual not sexual, yes, yes I know,” Donnie waves him off. “We’ve been over how your relationship works plenty of times while you were drunk. I don’t need another lecture.”

Were he not green and scaly, Leo would’ve been red. “Shut up, like you don’t enjoy talking in-depth about relationship dynamics.”

“My status as a secret romantic will remain a secret, and thus you speak of lies.”

“Donnie, that’s about as much of a secret as Mikey’s pansexuality was.”

“Shush. Let’s just go watch people fall in love or blow each other up, shall we? Great. Off we go.”

Donnie kicks Leo out of his own apartment, and Leo forgets the comments about Casey’s multitude of things in his home until later. Which is the point when Mikey drops his elbows onto the counter of Leo’s cash desk in his store, and asks brightly, “So, you two officially moving in together? Took you long enough.”

Leo stares at his brother for a moment, and then tilts his head. “Huh?”

“Casey? Moving in with you? It’s been like, half a year or something. Get on that shit, brother.”

It’s only ten in the morning, and Leo is fairly certain Mikey shouldn’t be making this little sense so soon in the day. “Again, huh??”

Mikey rolls his eyes. “Donnie told me Casey’s stuff is all over your house, I called Casey to ask about that, he says he keeps forgetting things but also that he’s got a ton of spare clothing stuffs hanging in your apartment, and then I called April to ask if that’s how it went for her and Irma and sort of Donnie-”

It’s too early in the day for this, and that’s something Leo thinks loudly as he looks at the ceiling despairingly.

“-and she agreed it sounded a lot like you two were moving in together, fi-nal-ly, which Donnie and Irma also agreed with, and then ta-da here I am taking a break from work to ask if it’s true or not,” Mikey finishes, all without taking a breath. “So? You moving in together or what? Casey just made a lot of noises when I asked and hung up.”

After trying and failing to figure out what all those words together were meant to mean, Leo slowly puts his hands together in front of him, and says, “Mikey, shouldn’t you be at work helping Raph tattoo people?”

“No, I should be here asking about your love life,” Mikey replies straight faced.

“…I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Leo says helplessly. Mikey’s train of thought is very often too chaotic and confusing for him to follow, and this seems like one of those times. “We haven’t moved in together, at all.”

Mikey stares at him for a long, long moment, and then slowly smiles. “Ooooooh… so that’s how it is?”

Leo feels even more confused now. “How what is?”

Mikey winks at him. “Nothin’, bro. You’ll get it soon enough.”

“Mikey??”

His brother just laughs, reaches across the counter to pat Leo’s cheek, and then exits the shop in a swirl of energy and brightly colored tattoos. Leo is left standing at his shop counter, head whirling and confusion tangible.

His phone vibrates in his pants pocket right then, and he automatically takes it out, for lack of other reactions. The screen shows a series of typo ridden messages from Casey, all seeming to be him trying to phrase ‘hey did we accidentally move in together??’ without stating it obviously.

Leo puts a hand against his temple, and feels too tired for just a few hours of being awake.

--/--

“So like, should we… make it a real thing?” Casey asks later, hands curled around the tea Leo had made them both. They’re sitting in Leo’s small kitchen, feet touching under the table as they sort out their accidental semi-move in.

Leo curls his own hands tighter around his cup, feeling awkward. “I… don’t know? I mean, you spend a lot of time here already, and I have accumulated a fair amount of your possessions… do you want to? It’s a big step.”

Casey tilts his head one way, then the other, and finally makes a frustrated noise and runs his hands through his shaggy hair; mussing it all the way through. “God, I don’t know?? I love spending time with you, and your place is really nice- but jeeze, that’s a huge thing!”

Leo hums, nodding. He takes a slow sip of his tea, trying to calm his nerves. “Well… it worked out well enough for April, Irma, and Donnie. Maybe we should… try?”

Casey lets out a harsh breath, leaning away from the table and tapping his fingers on its surface. His expression looks the way Leo’s stomach feels. Finally, after what feels too long, he eventually says, “Okay, okay. Look, I love you, Leo, I really do, but I also like having my own space sometimes. Sharing a home all the time might make me kind of squirrely.”

Leo relaxes a fraction, smiling wryly. “No, I agree. I love you, too, but I do need some time alone now and again. I waited enough years to get out of my brothers’ space, after all.”

Casey relaxes in his chair at Leo’s words, smiling lopsidedly with clear relief. “Dunno how you did that, Leo. Your bros are great, but wow can they get rowdy.”

Leo laughs. “You know, I’m not entirely sure how I did it either.”

A beat of silence, filled with good warmth, and Casey asks, “So we keep doing what we’re doing, just for now?”

Leo thinks about it briefly, and smiles. It sounds about right for where they’re at, and he’s more than happy that they’re on the same page. “Yeah, I think that would be good. If and when we feel ready, maybe then?”

Casey grins back, and reaches across the table for Leo’s hand. “Sure, if and when we’re ready sounds good to me.”

Leo takes Casey’s hand, closing his three fingers around Casey’s five. Casey’s hands are always warm in his, like Leo’s are always gently cool in Casey’s. The opposition feels right, in a sense.

--/--

Casey keeps his separate apartment, for whenever they need a little space to themselves, and they continue on as they had been. Items he owns make their way into Leo’s home, and sometimes they don’t leave when Casey does. When Leo discovers the forgotten items, whether left on purpose or not, he simply smiles, and finds a new home for them in his.

The apartment is still largely Leo’s, but a good chunk of it does belong to Casey. Which is perfectly fine by Leo, since it sort of shows how they’re slowly meshing their lives together. Not completely yet, but one day.

Mikey clicks his tongue and says they move too slowly in his opinion. Leo reminds him that not everyone goes through partners and relationships as quick as his brother does, and receives, “Well yeah, but still. Slugs move faster than you guys,” in response. Raph just huffs and comments that he didn’t think they’d do it any other way. Leo nor Casey can figure out if he means that positively or negatively, and Raph supplies no further explanation than what he’s already given.

Donnie, April, and Irma exchange glances with each other, seem to shrug without actually doing so, and let the subject drop without ever saying aloud that they will. As they tend to do. Leo and Casey, privately of course, still think it’s them who have the confusing relationship here, not the two of them.

Casey’s jacket, the thing that likely started the accidental move in in the first place, has a proper home on a hook now; right in the entryway, along with some of Casey’s shoes. In Leo’s bedroom, a drawer of his dresser has spares of Casey’s shirts and pants. The bathroom has two cups with different toothbrushes and paste, and a razor kit tucked neatly in the corner of the counter.

More often than not, after a hard day or night, Casey will end up on Leo’s couch or bed. And more often than not, that’s where he’ll stay for the remainder of time before his next shift. When he does this, Leo never turns him away, and rarely suggests Casey go back to his own home.

It’s comfortable, living together and yet not. It’s not official, even though they themselves are official, but it’s more than enough for where they’re at.

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Mitchell is totally and completely ready for whatever Connor Stoll has planned for this Valentine's Day. He has a bag packed. He's planned for this. He's ready. -

Or, in the total turn of events that shocks no one, Mitchell totally, completely really isn't.

Quick Note: There are small, quick references to earlier fics in my Conchell series. They're not required to read this fic, but a few things might make more sense :) You can find said fics at my ao3 page.

My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine

You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable, unphotographable But you're my favorite work of art Is your figure less than greek? Is your mouth a little weak?

“I’m ready.”

Sebastian stilled, his hands hovering over the dashboard, gave him a look. “To go to school? Good job?”

Mitchell pulled his worn duffel bag into his lap, staring ahead determinedly. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Sebastian went back to starting up the car, not looking up as he messed with with the heater. “Should I congratulate you on finally learning how to read a calendar or?”

Mitchell huffed out, the action overwhelmed by Sebastian finally getting the heater up and running. It was Sebastian’s turn to drive their crappy shared car, so there was really no guarantee they would even end up at school. A shady dive bar, maybe, a cheap fast food place, probably.

“I know you’re probably in on whatever scheme Connor is planning, so I’m just letting you know – I’m ready.”

Seb cocked his head to the side, “What are you talking about?”

Mitchell remained firm. “It’s Valentine’s Day. Connor’s going to try something, I know it.”

Seb nodded slowly. “Um, okay? Isn’t he in New York?”

Mitchell shook his head, “He should be on his way here now, if his plan goes accordingly.”

Seb clicked his tongue. “Well, okay. That’s a bit ridiculous, but ok-ay.”

Mitchell shrugged. It was Valentine’s Day. Last month, Connor flew over because the Harry Potter Marathon was on TV and apparently Travis “was more of a Lord of the Rings kind of guy and therefore does not deserve to bask in Harry’s heroic journey”.

So, Valentine’s Day?

Connor was going to be here. Mitchell knew it.

Seb nodded with all seriousness. “Well, since you’re apparently being stolen away for the weekend, I think that deserved celebration. Breakfast it is!” He declared, violently turning into the nearest IHOP.

“Sebastian. No!”

Mitchell fell against the row of lockers, dropping the bag to the floor dramatically.

“Going somewhere?” Naomi asked without looking up, only flipping onto another flashcard.

Mitchell gestured a bit widely to the duffel he had at his side. “I’m ready this time.”

She cocked her head to the side, the only clue he had that she was listening in. He continued to explain.

“Connor loves big, extravagant shows of his love. So, knowing this, I guessed that he would want to pull something on Valentine’s Day. So I packed some clothes, my tooth brush, and a few emergency fire starters. You, know – the usual.”

Naomi stared at him. “You guys have the oddest relationship.” She remarked. “Where did you meet again?”

“Camp.” He told her quickly, moving on. “But the only thing I’ve gotten from him all day was a text promising me we’ll video chat later tonight! It’s almost the end of the day and – nothing!” He bit his lip, “He’s usually here in the morning.”

She shrugged, “Maybe he just got busy. Maybe wherever he is, they have a Mr. Camden as well, bend on ruining their lives through testing and pop quizzes.”

Mitchell sighed, a small seed of disappointment blooming in his chest. “Yeah. Probably.”

School was school.

Everything went the same.

“Hey good-lookin’.” Connor grinned from the screen, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Mitchell immediately melted, holding his phone closer to his face. Any drop of disappointment in him immediately faded at the sight of those dimples, surrounded by those curls. “Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”

Connor immediately launched into the elaborate prank Katie was planning on pulling on Travis later that night, simultaneously swearing Mitchell to secrecy and demanding Mitchell somehow post the entire thing on YouTube when he sends it to him later tonight. Mitchell was just laughing his way through one of the finer details of Katie’s plan when there was a knock on his doorframe.

Sebastian peeked around the corner. “If you aren’t in at least second-base with your sexting I’ll be sourly disappointed.”

“We’re video chatting.” Mitchell corrected.

“Even better. Are his pants off yet?”

Mitchell groaned, ignoring Connor’s charming laughter coming from the speakers. “Go away Seb!” He threw a pillow at him, scowling and feeling a little shot of victory when it hit his face.

He held up his hands in surrender. “Pizza’s here and parents are getting ready to leave, thought you might wanna know, I’m gonna jump in the shower.”

“Don’t you have a date? Like, in ten minutes?” Mitchell asked, unimpressed.

Sebastian winked at him, “Who says I can’t multitask?”

Mitchell groaned, resisting the urge to throw his last pillow because, well, he liked that pillow. “Get out of my room.” He ordered, a bit pleased with the laughter still echoing out of his phone.

“Sorry bout that, darlin. Where were we?”

The next morning, Mitchell woke up half folded over desk, drooling onto his Trig textbook, and next to a completely blank phone.

Mitchell cursed under his breath later that morning, still angry that himself. “I forgot to charge my phone last night.” He complained, buckling himself in. “I must have fallen asleep Skyping Connor and it died in the middle of the night.”

Seb burst out laughing, which, um, it wasn’t that funny. Even if Mitchell was complaining about petty stuff, Seb once went on a tangent about the absurdity of hot weather. In the summer. In California.

He was just pissed he couldn’t wear his leather jacket, but still. Petty, and not hilarious.

Mitchell gave him a suspicious look.

“Today’s the best day you could have done that.” Seb told him sarcastic, laughter still filling his voice.

Mitchell paused, his eyebrows coming together in confusion. “What do you mean? Are you planning something?” Mitchell turned to him, a glare in his eyes. “Are you planning on pulling the fire alarm again?”

Seb waved off his anger. “Nah, just – just it’s supposed to be a really boring day. Coulda used the entertainment.”

Mitchell frowned. He wanted to argue that that didn’t make any sense, but Hades, it’s not like the boy made much sense on a good day.

Mitchell shrugged it off, pocketing the dead phone. “Whatever.” He glanced up, catching the other boy just in time. “And no! No, we’re not getting breakfast the second day in the row, I can’t be late, no.”

Mitchell sniffed at his shirt, wrinkling his nose at the lingering scent of bacon oil that he spilled on his collar. Ugh. Great.

He had managed to talk Seb into leaving earlier enough that their pitstop didn’t completely screw his schedule up, instead forcing them to walk in with only minutes to spare before the first bell.

Mitchell was at his locker, organizing his textbooks in color order just how he liked it when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Mitchell turned and was greeted by an unfamiliar sight – namely, a student that Mitchell didn’t’ recognize, holding onto a brown rectangular box.

“These are for you.” He told Mitchell, grinning nicely. He was a jock, Mitchell could observe from the varsity jacket on his shoulders. Baseball, probably, he could tell from his lean build.

Mitchell took them, a bit numb. He stared down at them, confused. “What?”

The jock only grinned sweetly. “Happy February 15th!”

Mitchell only blinked a few more times. “I’m totally flattered, but sorry.” He gave the boy an apologetic smile, attempting to pass back the box. It was a shame, they were caramel chocolate turtles - Mitchell’s favorite. “I have a boyfriend.”

His grin only widened, and he took a few steps back from Mitchell extended arm. “Right answer.” He told Mitchell, “Also, they’re from Connor.”

With that, nameless jock disappeared into the crowd, leaving Mitchell staring in bewilderment after him.

Okay…so what was that?

Right after second period, when Mitchell was able to thankfully stop at his locker and drop off the mysteriously gifted chocolates, still itching to whip out his phone and text Connor, a smiling cheerleader grabbed onto his wrist.

“Happy February 15th.” She told him, impossibly perky for the early hour of the morning. He stared on in shock as another uniform-clad girl strolled up to them, holding a large bouquet

“I love lilies.” He blinked in surprise as the girls placed the bundle in his arms, both wearing matching gleeful grins.

“They’re beautiful.” The second one gushed. She fumbled with her pocket for a second, pulling out a small slip of paper. “Connor says – awe omg – they’re as beautiful as you! That’s so sweet!”

He held the large bouquet with numb arms, vaguely wondering how the hell he was going to fit these in his locker.

The girls bounced away, still happily eyeing him as he stared down at the colorful bundle.

He heard the warning bell – only more minute till class – and swallowed. After rushing to his locker he carefully – carefully – bound up the flowers in his backpack, careful to not break off any of the delicate stems.

He shook his head, blinking, and forced himself to not think about it as he grabbed his Physics textbook and ran off.

How the Hades was he supposed to focus on gravitational potential?? What the Hades even was that?

Oh gods.

He left the Physics classroom, his mind not even a little bit clearer on what was going on, when he heard his name yelled. Not for the first time that day.

Two of the art girls – Naomi knew one of them, he was sure – were waiting outside his classroom, staring at him happily. “Hey Mitchell!” they greeted, waving. One of them had paint all up her arm, staining her sleeve and skin in equal amounts. They were holding matching Starbucks cups, their empty hands tangled together at their side.

Naomi’s-maybe-friend held out one of the cups. “Happy February 15th, Mitchell.” She grinned, tilting the cup towards him. “Caramel Macchiato with extra sugar. Connor says hello.”

Mitchell took the cup with a smile and a thank you, waving both girls off as they giggled after him.

He always complained how tired he was after Physics. It – it was something he often texted complaints about.

He sipped at the drink in his next class, thankful the teacher didn’t care, and credited the warm in his chest completely to the hot drink warming up his fingers.

Lunch couldn’t come quick enough.

Finally, alone with relatively sane friends at their everyday lunch table, he considered the situation.

Connor had somehow orchestrated an elaborate show of his love. Dating a Stoll, this was an obvious constant fact. Something Mitchell would probably never get used to, but it was expected.

But, Connor had somehow gotten into enough contact with his classmates and peers to orchestrate a large gift-giving campaign that Mitchell hadn’t even expected.

Mitchell had expected kidnapping. He expected Connor showing up without notification, probably with Hortencia and an already packed duffel bag in tow.

This?

Not even a little bit.

“Hey Mitchell.” Fiona – in drama club, one of the ensemble girls that could be counted mostly normal – interrupted his thoughts as she slid in next to him. This was normal, they usually sat together with a few other of the theater and archery kids. It was an odd group, one that he wasn’t sure how formed, but he liked it nonetheless.

“Hey Fi.” Mitchell smiled in greeting, taking a bit of his cafeteria ravioli.

“So.” She started, her voice absolutely filled with glee. Mitchell froze a bit as she reached into her bag, her cheeks flush with happiness. “Happy February 15th.”

“Et tu, Brute?” He asked, his voice weak as she slid over a beautifully wrapped box.

“I’m a sucker for love.” She winked, the others coming to fill up the table, all eyeing him in barely concealed interest. She had probably told them, never one to keep a secret.

Mitchell sighed, plucking off the ribbon easily. He was pro at present wrapping. That had nothing to do with his current situation, no, but he was always a little proud of that fact.

“Cologne, nice.” She grinned, turning to her pocket mirror to mess with her glittery eyeshadow. Usually, Mitchell would be right beside her, offering pointers, but he turned back to the box instead.

His favorite brand, of course. Because it was Connor, so it could be nothing less than his absolute favorite. He traced the elaborate logo, wishing for nothing more than a fully charged phone battery.

“You hungry, Mitchell?” Andrew – on the archery team with him, almost as good as Mitchell himself when it came to the 70 meters rounds – asked, coming up to the table. He was one of Mitchell good mortal friends. At least, until now.

Because Andrew was now sliding a silver box across the table, and Mitchell could ever-so-clearly see Connor’s messy handwriting on the side.

“Happy February 15th, Mitchell.” Andrew told him innocently earnestly.

Mitchell took the box, the cologne box still in his lap, and sighed.

“Oooo chocolate covered strawberries. Yummy.” Fiona was apparently done with her makeup, leaning over to read the messy marker. “Adorable. I’ve never met Connor but I love him. Keep him forever, Mitch.”

Mitchell read the smeared marker again, running his thumb over it. He was a sap, and would probably be keeping the box forever. He allowed himself a small smile and resisted the urge to hug the presents to his chest. “That’s the plan.” He only answered, ignoring their cat-calls and jokes for the rest of lunch.

He dropped the gifts off in his locker, vaguely wondering if he would get away with stealing Seb’s phone charger he kept in his locker. He was carful with the gifts, careful not to smash or squish anything against the metal, and grabbed his Econ notebook quickly.

He didn’t receive anything for his last two classes, if you didn’t count the gift of ‘immense and complete boredom’ a gift. He rushed to his last class, grabbing all his supplies quickly.

His last class was boring – mostly notes off a powerpoint, something he could have printed off easily at home – and it didn’t help that his completely dead phone was burning a hole into his jeans, onto there to remind Mitchell how much he wanted to text demands for information. Or Skype. Skype was better.

He packed up his things quickly as the bell rang, already going through his head his after school plans. He liked to checklist his plans – have them all mentally laid out so he knew exactly what to do. He held his notebooks to his side, and paused right in the doorway.

Because despite the fact she should be currently leaving P.E. on the other side of the school, Naomi was waiting outside his classroom, cheerfully glee, with a golden wrapped present cradled in her hands.

He groaned. “Not you too.”

Her grin was wicked, “Connor says hi.” She only said, dropping the small package off in his arms. “I think it’s a watch, very fancy. Been having a nice day, sweetie?” She asked, her voice sickingly sweet.

Mitchell huffed, not really wanting to share the fact that his chest has been warm and pleased for the entirely of the day. “It’s been interesting.” He allowed her, angling up his chin.

She smiled, her red lipstick dark against her tan skin. “Good.” She in equal allowed him. She flipped the edge of her headscarf over her shoulder, still grinning as she wove her arms through his. “Happy February 15th, Mitchell.”

He laughed a bit, wondering if she knew about the tightly packed mountain of gifts in his locker. Or how Connor even pulled this off. Yeah, that was the question. Although, before he had the chance to ask, another body slid up to their joined figures, grinning widely and hugely.

“Hey Naomi.” Seb grinned at her, interest in her eyes, his voice as slick and dripping as olive oil.“How are things, my love?”

Naomi rolled her eyes, “No, Sebastian.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “How dare you, I’ve done nothing –“

She ignored him, turning completely to face Mitchell. “I’ve got to go. Moms are picking me up right after school for dance.” Her grin was vicious, “Have a wonderful night.” She told him, pecking Mitchell on the cheek as she left, flipping Seb off.

“What, I don’t get one?” Seb grinned after her, immediately becoming distracted with another passing guy.

Mitchell huffed out a mostly amused breath. He actually really wanted to know how Connor pulled this off from New York.

Sebastian, wearing the most shit-eating grin Mitchell had ever seen, leaned against Mitchell’s locker as they arrived in his section, “Nice day, huh?”

Mitchell huffed, “You totally knew, didn’t you? I hate you. I hate you so much.”

Sebastian tsked, moving out of the way. “It’s your first Valentine’s Day. He’s still in puppy love.”

Mitchell threw up his hands, unable to hide the pleased grin that slid onto his face as he opened his locker. “We agreed no presents till Spring Break!”

“Did you really trust a Stoll Brother to keep their word?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mitchell huffed, carefully pushing the gifts aside to get his textbooks out. He clicked at his phone, already knowing it was dead and useless but wanting to try anyways.

“Is he here?” Mitchell asked, the secret hope that had been lurking in the back of his mind all day.

“Sorry lover boy, looks like you’re gonna have to settle with the literal mountain of gifts to tide you over till Spring Break.” Seb gave him a sympathetic smile, mostly faux.

“And that reminds me…” Seb’s grin turned predatory as he flashed it on grinning passerby, “I’m not gonna be home till late.” Seb threw his keys over his shoulder, probably taking joy in how Mitchell had to stumble and trip in order to catch them. “Don’t wait up, I’ll take an Uber home.”

Mitchell sighed, “Will do.”

The giant plush teddy bear lovingly buckled into the passenger seat should not have been a surprise. Neither should have been Sebastian’s lovely note of February 15th wishes.

It took three trips from the car to get all the gifts in the house.

He laid out the gifts in the living room, itching to send a snapchat to his siblings, mostly to brag out how awesome his boyfriend was. What? It never hurt anyone to them of this fact. It was a simple, true fact – Mitchell had the best boyfriend in the world.

He managed to get a few minutes of battery from the car-charger, the little battery icon quickly dwindling and still an angry red. He’d plug his phone in, he decided, start dinner and Iris message while he waited for the phone to fully charge.

He was still glued to his barely charged phone as walked in his room backwards, his heavy backpack hanging off one shoulder. He dropped his bag to the floor as usual and flipped the lights on, spinning around just in time to have his hidden ankle blade already exposed and pointed out.

Mitchell froze as he took in the scene of his room, his hand still extended out with his knife.

“Nice reflexes.” Connor grinned at him, already sprawled shirtless out on Mitchell’s bed. “It’s good to have a man who can handle his own, ya know? Good job.”

He let out a heavy sigh of relief, instantly replaced by excitement. He dropped his phone and blade to the ground and dove forward, shrieking the other boy’s name as he did so.

Connor let out a puff of air as Mitchell fell on top of him, his hands coming up around Mitchell’s waist automatically. Mitchell immediately pulled him in for a kiss, the act fast and much dirtier than Mitchell initially intended. Connor pulled him in close, enjoying Mitchell’s weight against him as the other boy settled into a straddling position.

“Wait!” Mitchell pushed himself off the bed, ignoring Connor’s whine of protest. “You’re here!”

Connor gave him an obvious look. “I am. And I’m shirtless.” He gestured to himself to prove the point. “And we’re not making out, why?”

Mitchell pointed at him, “You gave me gifts! At school! From strangers!”

Connor gave him an amused look. “I know. I arranged everything. Facebook is a modern day godly gift, you know that right?” He stretched out, immediately drawing Mitchell to his shifting muscles. “Just saying, if you wanted to reward me with kisses, I totally would not protest. Like, at all.”

Mitchell thought of all the gifts currently laid out in his living room. “I get to give you my gift then.” He decided. “I thought we were waiting till Spring Break but I know with a Stoll I always have to be prepared.”

Connor sat up at that, wide-eyed. “You got me something?”

Mitchell turned, ruffling through one of his drawers. It was in here somewhere. “Of course Connor, don’t be silly.” He found the box quickly, and immediately blushed. He…forgot, exactly, what the gift giving would entail. Like sitting there as Connor opened it. That part.

“Nevermind, we can – we can do it later.” Mitchell tried to shove the box back into his clothes pile. Maybe, if he pounced at just the right angle and at just the right time, he could distract Connor long enough to push this moment out of his head.

Connor was already sitting up, his eyes excited. “No! Let’s do it now! Is it cool? I bet it’s cool. Katie got Travis a marshmallow shooter last Valentine’s Day, that was so cool.”

Mitchell bit his lip, his hand curled behind his back. “Well, uh, it’s not a marshmallow shooter. Or any type of shooter.”

Connor was still excited, “What is it?”

“It’s not cool or fun or anything, I just –“ Mitchell took a breath, stepping forward and dropping the box in Connor’s lap. “Here. Um. Happy February 15th.”

Connor froze a bit, probably realizing it was a fun or hugely spectacular gift he might have been expecting.

“It’s a ring.” Connor breathed out, his hands shaking a bit as he held the small silk box.

“It’s just like a ring, it’s not anything big, ya know? I just, I saw it in a magazine and it reminded me of you, and I just thought you’d like it. We can totally return it if like you want something different, that’s totally fine.” Mitchell rambled, his hands a tangled mess.

Connor took out the metal piece, placing the box to the side carefully. It was a nice band – and he managed to get the ring size from Travis without too many questions. It was nicely masculine, with a silver design and black inner band. He slid it onto his finger easily, moving his hand a bit to see it shine in the light.

Mitchell liked his lips, still awkwardly perched on the side of the bed.“So, um, do you like it?”

Connor, still staring at his finger, nodded. “I love it, Mitchell.” He turned to Mitchell, suddenly beaming. “Mitchell, I love it.”

Mitchell grinned, relief hitting him like a wave. “Really?” He asked,

Connor reached over, pulling Mitchell onto his chest in an easy movement. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

Mitchell laughed, resuming his previous position of straddling Connor’s hips. “Gods, that’s relieving.”

Connor leaned up, lip-locking Mitchell in such a dirty kiss, he would have blushed had he really considered the action. But he didn’t consider it; he fell into the intensity with equal eagerness, and returned the kiss with just as much tongue and heat.

He felt the ring dig into his hip as Connor clenched at him, and had to resist the urge to groan.

Mitchell pulled away, instead kissing himself down to the underside of Connor’s jaw, sucking and kissing a bright red mark into existence. Mitchell dragged his nails down Connor’s bare chest, enjoying how Connor’s chest was already starting to hitch under his hand. He sat up a bit, satisfied with his work.

“When are you parents coming home?” Connor breathed out, his lips shiny and pupils dilated.

Mitchell grinned, leaning in for a kiss. “Not till tomorrow. Valentine’s Day trip into the city. Seb’s not getting home till later tonight.”

Connor grinned, his hands coming up to rest in Mitchell’s hair. It was pink now – obnoxiously so, his siblings had told him in their latest Iris Message.

“We have time?” Connor asked, his hands coming down to Mitchell’s chest, and continued to lower and lower themselves.

Mitchell groaned, already reaching up to strip his shirt. He paused, the heat of the moment already starting to cloud his mind. He leaned down slowly, catching one of Connor’s hands. “Connor Stoll.” He smiled, his fingers catching on the cold metal of the ring. “I’ve always got time for you, darling.”

And the smile he got in return, well, that was just as enjoyable as what happened afterwards.

Notes: Ahhh! A holiday fic in time for the holidays? CRAZY IKR? title & excerpt credited to the lovely Elvis Costello song 'My Funny Valentine' The ring is based on this design Thank you so so much for reading, my lovely Conchell fans. I really, really appreciate all the amazing support and reviews I've gotten from all of you - it really keeps me going! <3

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