#invcntion

Grace: i would get quicker replies if i wrote you letters!

After a few weeks of that night they had spent together in the bed, Logan had kept his distance from Finn. Not that it was a smart move, but he didn’t want to get in his way, wanted to distract him from whatever it may have been. Plus, he felt like they were getting close again, and was that an actual smart move? Yes, he missed him and still loved him, but didn’t everything happen for a reason? With a few talks from his friends -- mostly being yelled at by them since he skipped out on their hanging out days, Logan knew he had to make things right and not fully ghost his ex. Stopping by a cafe they had always gone to, Logan picked up his favorite drink and pastry before making it to his room. Knocking on the door, Logan shifted awkwardly, looking down at his feet for a moment until he heard the door open. Slowly, he picked his head up, extending his arms out to the other, offering the items. “Happy holidays-ish?” 

one wouldn’t even need to ask daniel if he was doing okay to know that the answer was “absolutely not”. he’d left his room three times over the past ten days: once to pick up the few things he’d left at his boyfriend’s—well, ex-boyfriend’s—house, and twice to go to work. his manager had noticed how miserable he looked and only gave him one shift for the next week. he was grateful for that, because it gave him more time to mope around the house, wrapped in his fluffiest blanket and eat all the pastries that baylor has baked for him. he didn’t want to think about anything. not elijah, not his ex, not the social life he somehow found himself missing now that jamie was his only friend again. so he just cooked and watched tv and slelpt. he slept a lot. he was woken up from a nap on the couch by a knock on the door, and he didn’t want to answer it. he wanted to let one of his moms answer it—but neither of them were home. he wanted to just let them knock until they gave up—but baylor told him he needed to start being “an actual human being” again. so, with a sigh, he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and padded barefoot to the door. daniel was ready to turn down whatever salesmen thought he could get anything about of him—but it’s not a salesman. “elijah?” he whispered, his voice full of hope and love and longing before he remembered all the reasons that elijah shouldn’t date him, and he tries to morph his expression into something less vulnerable. “what are you doing here?”

           he has to admit to himself that he’s done things on purpose if it meant getting intimate with ethan, or having an excuse to hold his hand. wyatt has always been an affectionate person after all, that the sense of touch was one he couldn’t seem to live without. he could go days or months without uttering a single word, but he swore that he might drop dead if he had to go a day without even the slightest touches to make him feel loved and wanted. in this case, it wasn’t exactly his master plan to be standing underneath the same mistletoe as his best friend. and while he’s kissed him a bunch of times before, with most or maybe even all of their friends assuming they were dating, this is the first time they were faced with this kind of situation. the tall male was glancing around the room, watching the reactions of the party goers that have caught sight of the duo. “ who planned this ? “ he asked out loud, chuckling as he shyly gazed over at ethan, as if he’s never even met him before, when it actual fact, they have been living under the same roof. licking his lips, he rocked awkwardly at the balls of his feet, chocolate brown hues darting around the onlookers in case anybody were to ever own up to this crime. but really, wyatt was just excited to feel the other’s lips on his again and just in time for the holidays. “ we can’t have bad luck now. can we ? “ he poked at the rhetorical question and shrugged his shoulders, taking a deep breath at how beautiful the boy in front of him looked. wyatt was starting to lean in, glancing down at the other’s lips then at his eyes, “ just know that i’m so glad it’s with you, “ he mumbled to which only ethan could hear, smiling once more until their lips have connected. his hands settled onto the smaller boy’s hips, allowing the kiss to linger just enough and pulling away slowly, feeling all flustered and happy, hardly caring about the crowd that has gathered around them. “ merry christmas, ethan. “

sometimes dick could see a lot of himself in nate and maybe that was why he felt protective when something bad happened to him. but he didn’t know how to be there for someone, especially not when someone was hurt. mostly he kept to himself and only had a small circle, so when the other came to him he wasn’t actually sure what to say. he looked down at the wound, it didn’t exactly look pretty. he sighed as he listened to him before opening up his mouth to speak again, “go sit down.” dick said as he gestured for him to go sit down by the table. he went through his cabinet to get his medical kit, which was only out if he had been out as robin. he sat down as he took out the rubbing alcohol, “so are you gonna tell me how you got it?” brown eyes looked at him, waiting for an answer. he wet some cotton with the rubbing alcohol to clean it out. if it wasn’t anything serious he just had to keep it clean and it would be okay. “i’ll see if i can book you an oppionent this week...” he said with a low voice as he patched it up. 

                  " --- finley, i’m fine. “ and yet cue the obnoxious cough that followed after to discredit his statement, sniffling as he had to turn away, as to not infect his best friend. it wasn’t necessarily ideal for the briton to be sick for this school trip, not with such a phenomenal itinerary that the school admins were sure the senior students were going to love. this was the first day of their european tour, something that wren was truly looking forward to, if it weren’t for the unfortunate scenario of catching the flu, in spite of having an impressive immune system. “ i don’t want you to miss out on this tour all because of me, “ he added, in spite of loathing the thought of having less time with him. after all, it wasn’t every day that they would be sharing the same room for the entirety of a month. he had to pull a few strings and push a few buttons for this to happen, to create this tangible safe space for him and his best friend. it wasn’t like he could imagine ever sharing a room with somebody else that wasn’t finn --- because then, that would certainly just send him to the brink of his insanity. perhaps he was doing the other a favor as well, that wren hoped he hasn’t gotten tired of being around him, especially during his weakest moments. “ besides . . . mr. baker is quite strict with attendance. i bet you can still make it on time, “ the smaller boy flashed a weary smile, attempting to make the nicest one to counter the paleness of his features,“ it’s just going to make me miss a few days, but . . .  looking on the bright side, you can come back and tell me all about the cool places you visited. “  @invcntion

bentley: uh .. i kinda went out today during my lunch break and i might of brought your promise ring bentley: i thought i was going to have some time to give you it but .. i don’t  bentley: also i have my apartment all cleaned for you to move in bentley: waking up to your cute face every single morning ugh, makes my day 100 times better

“no offense but if i don’t shove some mac and cheese, chocolate and midol down my throat in the next two hours, i might combust. not necessarily in that order, though.”