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Apart of @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale otp writing challenge

My participation to this challenge will focus around Lousim and Mitsim. And will also be set it apocalyptic world and the modern world.

Also, apologises in advance on all of them, there might be: swearing in some of these fics.

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Day Five: Cuddling

(Lousim/Mitsim)

“You’ve got to stop hogging the blanket,” Aasim huffed as he snatched back the fabric, holding it over his shoulders as he snuggled back down on his pillow. Mitch released a soft groan from his side of the bed, a signal that he acknowledged the playful insult from his boyfriend. Aasim hummed again as he held the blanket tightly, his body automatically feeling a change of temperature, although that feeling didn’t last long.

Mitch groggily sat up in the bed, his palm rubbing at his eye, ridding them from the formed sleep. He slowly looked at Aasim before fisting at the blanket and pulling it to him, as he lay back down. “Get your own blanket.” He mumbled as he lay down.

Neither of the two boys enjoyed the nights which were experienced in the harsh winters of the apocalypse. Mainly because the majority of the windows were broken, meaning they were patched up by the kids themselves - which resulted in them being slightly parted. Resulting in the feeling of cold being a common daunting feeling.

Aasim sighed loudly, shoving his boyfriend in the back, “This is my blanket,” he took the opportunity to take the blanket back, holding it in a vice grasp, “And this is my bedroom. You’re the one which moved in with me, you wanted too.”

Mitch huffed as he looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend who had his back to him again, “Well…” Mitch snatched the blanket back over, “You're the one which puts your cold feet on me in the middle of the night.” MItch huffed

Aasim just lay there in bed, before a thought raced across his mind. Rolling over, he draped an arm over Mitch’s torso, snuggling up to his bare back. “This is better.” Aasim whispered, stealing the warmth from Mitch’s body.

Mitch’s eyes pierced open, “What are you doing?”

Aasim smirked, rubbing his face against Mitch’s chest as he snuggled closer, “Cuddling you.”

Mitch removed Aasims arm from his waist, “I’m not the little spoon.” He rolled to look Aasim in the eyes before gesturing to him to turn around, “I’m the big spoon.”

Aasim chuckled, leaning back into his boyfriend's hold, “Why didn’t you do this from the beginning?” Aasim asked, a yawn slipping past his lips. “It’s more comfortable.”

Mitch rested his head on top of Aasim, his arm wrapped tightly over his torso. “Because you don’t like me touching you in your sleep. Makes you wanna overheat.”

Aasim chuckled sleepily, “You're right. But when I’m awake, it's fine.” Aasim pulled the blanket up over his shoulders, “I love you, Mitchy.”

not sure if it fits the request, but...

@wolfofthedead said: Imagine Mitch putting Aasim on his shoulders. Aasim can't reach the top shelf and Mitch helps him

Little comic for Frankie since I adore him and this headcanon is too sweet :-)

Aasim: so close

...

Mitch: I kinda like you up on my shoulders

I love these boys. ❤🔥

Books and bombs!

FUCK YES!!

To say that Mitch and Louis were nervous to meet Aasim’s parents was the understatement of the century

One of Aasim’s dad’s was a famous baseball player

And they didn’t know much about his other dad but that made them all the more nervous

Aasim had invited his boyfriends over for dinner one Friday night to finally meet his parents officially

Mitch and Louis both pretended that they were excited, but on the inside, they were freaking the hell out

The night finally came and Mitch and Louis both showed up at Aasim’s doorstep wearing the fanciest clothes that they had

When Aasim opened the door, they were momentarily confused as to why Aasim was dressed all casual

“Why do you two look like you’re on your way to an Easter lunch?” Aasim joked at them

“To make a good impression?” Louis said

Aasim then just laughed and shook his head before telling them that they were having an outdoor cook out around the pool

Mitch and Louis were both embarrassed and they hadn’t even walked into the house yet

Aasim brought his boyfriends to the backyard where Javi was busy working at the grill and his husband Tony was sitting with his legs in the pool

Aasim introduced them to Javi first

They were both surprised to find out that Javi was super chill and a genuinely funny guy

He was like the dad that everyone wanted

Tony was pretty cool too

When they all decided to go swimming, Tony gave Mitch and Louis some spare swimsuits since they didn’t bring their own

“We found you in the snow. What the hell happened?”

Aasim groaned softly as his eyes slowly opened. His vision was blurry and his body ached. He tried to sit up but a stinging pain in his leg made him lay back down. Eventually his vision cleared and he could see that he was back in his room at the school. How did he get here? Last thing he remembered was being out in the woods hunting.

Suddenly the door opened slowly, making Aasim look over. Mitch and Louis, Aasim’s boyfriends, were at the door. “Oh thank god, he’s awake.” Mitch mumbled before walking into the room. Aasim could see a tray in Louis’s hands. On the tray was a bowl of soup.

“How are you feeling, bunny?” Mitch asked as he sat on the bed next to him. Louis handed the tray to Aasim as he sat down. Aasim thanked him as he took the tray and started eating the soup. “Just cold and a really bad pain in my leg. I’m okay, wolf.” Aasim explained.

“That’s good.” Mitch mumbled, kissing his cheek. “The pain in your leg is from your twisted ankle.” Louis told him. “We’ve been meaning to ask you. We found you face down in the snow at the bottom of a ravine. What the hell happened?” He asked Aasim, taking his cold hand into his.

Aasim sighed as he tried to remember what happened. “I was out hunting. I figured I would get a better view from up in a tree. I spotted this rabbit running across the snow and I was about to take aim with my bow. But the branch suddenly snapped and next thing I knew I was at the bottom of a nearby ravine. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. My leg wouldn’t let me. So I just...stayed there.” Aasim finished, looking down at his soup.

“When you didn’t come back after a few hours, all of us got worried and went looking for you.” Mitch told him, wrapping his arm around his waist in a kind of side hug. “When we found you, we thought you were dead.” Louis mumbled, looking out the window of Aasim’s room. “You were just laying there in the snow. But when we walked up to you, we saw that you were breathing. We took you home immediately and Ruby checked you over.” He looked back at Aasim, meeting his gaze.

“The worst thing you got was a twisted ankle. You’re lucky to be alive.” Mitch told him, his arm around his waist tightening a bit. “From now on, we don’t want you going off on you’re own anymore. You could have been seriously hurt.” Mitch told him, taking Aasim’s tray when he was finished with his soup. “That’s fair.” Aasim sighed quietly.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Mitch huffed as he walked down the hall to his next class. Every time he would pass by someone, they would either quickly avert their gaze or walk away. It wasn’t a surprise to Mitch. Ever since his reasons for attending the boarding school got leaked out, everyone had been avoiding him like the plague.

Mixing with his intimidating look and the fact that he liked to make bombs was a recipe for disaster. As Mitch walked down the hall, he could hear their old familiar whispers. “Do you know that he likes to make bombs?” “Be careful around him. If you piss him off, he’ll throw a bomb at you.” “Look it’s the bomb kid, better get out of here.”

“Hey Mitch.” Mitch snapped out of his daze and looked over when someone called him by his name. Aasim, a boy who had started talking to him nearly every day, was walking beside him. Mitch was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t even notice Aasim walk up beside him.

“Oh, it’s you.” He muttered quietly and looked back ahead of him. “You okay?” Aasim asked, his brows knitted together in worry. “I’m fine, just tired is all.” Mitch lied, not looking over at him. Aasim could definitely tell something was wrong with him. “I know you’re lying, Mitch. Please tell me what’s wrong.” Aasim begged him, moving so he was standing in front of him.

Mitch glared down at him before quickly moving around him, continuing down the hall. Aasim wasn’t gonna give up that easily. Running to catch up to Mitch, he reached out and grabbed Mitch’s wrist. “Mitch, please tell me what’s wrong!” He exclaimed when he caught up to him.

At this point, Mitch finally snapped. Whirling around, he snatched his arm away from Aasim. “Why are you being so nice to me?!” He snapped at him. “What?” Aasim said quietly, backing up a bit from him. “Why aren’t you scared of me? Just like everyone else! Why aren’t you scared of the boy who loves making bombs?! The boy who everyone runs away from because they’re scared he’ll blow them the fuck up! Why do you call me your friend?!” Mitch shouted, getting in Aasim’s face.

All of Mitch’s pent up emotions were being let out at once. All his rage and anger, being let loose on Aasim. The only person who was ever kind to him. Once he realized what he had done, Mitch almost immediately regretted it. He fell silent as tears started welling up in his eyes. This was it. He was gonna lose the one person who ever cared about him. He closed his eyes, waiting for Aasim to say that he didn’t want to be around him anymore. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Opening his eyes, Mitch looked at Aasim who was crying too. “Because I’m just like you.” He murmured, misty-eyed. “W-What?” Mitch stuttered, a few tears cascading down his cheeks. “Everyone is afraid of me too. Because I’m an arsonist. Everyone’s scared that if I get mad, I’ll set something on fire.” Aasim explained to him.

At that moment, Mitch completely broke down. He started sobbing quietly, whimpering apologies between his cries. Aasim simply pulled him into a hug, resting his head on Mitch’s shoulder. Mitch immediately hugged him, burying his face in Aasim’s neck. “I’m sorry..” He whispered softly to him. “It’s okay, Mitch. We’ll be okay..” Aasim whispered softly to him.