#mtb drabbles

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I got suspended.Again, Lee wrote angrily on his arm.

What did you do thistime? His soulmate, S, wrote back quickly.

I punched some homo,the school got pretty mad, Charles scrawled back, almost breaking his pen.

Homo?

Yeah some dick calledJ - Charles attempted to write therest of the name, but it burned off his skin quickly. Fuck I forgot you can’t do names. But he had it coming.

Why, for being gay?

Charles sighed, not really wanting to respond.

Because if that’s thecase, I hate to break it to you… S wrote, and Charles froze. I’m bi.

Charles’ eyes widened, and he curled up on his bed, tuckinghis knees to his chest. He couldn’t believe his soulmate was bi. Because… if headmitted it to himself, the idea of being with a guy was enticing… Charlestamped down those thoughts. He wasn’t gay.

That’s cool, hewrote back, wincing at how lame the words sounded. I mean I just don’t like when guys are all in your face about it. LikeI don’t want any dudes hitting on me.

The words sounded wrong as he wrote them out, but heshrugged it off. S would understand. She would have to.

Well I guess I shouldstop then…

Charles’ pulse picked up, his eyebrows shooting up hisforehead. S was… a boy? His hands shaking, he rose his pen once more, hiswriting coming out smudged:

No don’t… I’m sorry.

Charles placed his face in hishands, shaken. Angrily, he threw his pen at the wall, leaving a large blot ofink on impact.

**

Lee took a long walk through thecity the next day, looking at every boy’s face, wondering if they could be S. HisS, who had been eerily silent since the night before.

Time passed slowly in this vein,Charles’ anger translating into rage-filled homophobic slurs to people he cameacross, namely that pansy Gilbert. It wasn’t until several weeks had passed –with little communication with S – that he made any progress. One lunch time, hewrote a long apology to S, explaining that he’d always been afraid of beinggay, and that he projecting that on others… it felt so cheesy to say, sostupid, but he felt a weight lift off him after he’d written it.

I have to tell you something, S wrote back after a few minutes.

Excited, Charles scrawled back, What??

I know who you are.

Charles’ heart leapt into histhroat.

“C?” he heard from behind him.His heart pounding, he whipped his head around. A short, skinny whisp of a boywas standing in front of him, his mousy brown hair falling into his eyes.

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Who starts fights and who forgives the other first?

“Why don’t you want to go?” Sam asked, his face falling sadly.

Charles sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to go… I love your sister, I really do, just… I’m not in a good mood.”

“Charlie. This is her wedding,” Sam sad flatly.

“Wedding rehearsal,” Charles corrected. “I’m just…”

“Babe, please. I know you’re in a bad mood, but the number of times I’ve gone to your work functions or whatever…”

Charles sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I just really don’t want to go,” he muttered, crossing his arms. 

Sam looked at him, his sadness dissolving into anger. “Fine,” he said heatedly, turning on his heel and leaving the house in a huff. 

Charles groaned and sat down on the couch, trying to calm down. It had been an awful day, and all he’d wanted to do was either hit something or scream. He couldn’t go to his sister-in-law’s wedding rehearsal in this bad a mood. He knew he’d ruin it. 

After an hour of wallowing at home, however, he decided that no matter how bad he felt from his day, it felt ten times worse to disappoint his husband. 

He dressed in his suit as quickly as he could and left for the banquet hall immediately. When he got there - after a harrowing ride on the subway - he found his husband sitting on the front steps, looking up at the darkening sky. 

“Sam,” he said softly, approaching. His soulmate looked up and his eyes filled with tears. He rushed down the steps and threw himself into his husband’s arms. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Sam cried, his voice muffled by his husband’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have pressured you…”

Charles shook his head. “No, I’m sorry… I should be here for you,” he murmured. 

Sam gave his husband one final squeeze before pulling back. He wiped his eyes with his thumb before smiling. “Are you sure you’re okay to go in? We can go home if you want…”

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Who askedthe other to get married? – mullette

“Is he in alot of pain?” Laf asked, wringing his hands nervously, sparing quick, worriedglances at his dazed soulmate. “I hated getting my wisdom teeth out…”

“No,” thedentist assured him. “He would be, but he’s had a lot of anesthesia… he may bea bit out of it for the next few hours.”

“Thank you,doctor,” Laf smiled at her, and she nodded back. Once she’d left the room, Lafimmediately went to Herc’s side. “Amour, canyou hear me?”

A widesmile broke out on Herc’s face. “Yeah,” he grinned dopily.

“Does ithurt?” Laf asked gently, touching his soulmate’s face.

“No ’mfine! ‘Specially ‘cause you’re here,” Herc slurred. Laf’s cheeks flushedbrightly.

“Amour, you do not know what you aresaying…” Laf said shyly.

“No, I do!”Herc insisted, holding Laf’s hand tightly. “I don’t say it ‘nough… but I reallylove you. Like… when we’re in class together, I can’t even pay attention, ‘sjust you!”

Laf bit hislip to keep from grinning like an idiot. “Chéri,you really should pay attention in class, I am not that important…”

“Laf,listen to me,” Herc said, suddenly growing serious and sitting up in bed. Hestared at Laf slightly unsteadily, his pupils wide with chemical euphoria. “Iwanna marry you.”

“Herc youare high,” Laf giggled, stroking his boyfriend’s cheek and trying to stop hisheart from pounding excitedly.

“You canlook in my sock drawer, Laf, I’ve already got the ring!” Herc said sincerely,leaning forward. “We should get married.”

Laf felttears unwillingly well in his eyes. “We have not even graduated…”

“Who cares?”Herc demanded. “I love you.”

Laf smiledwidely and leaned in to kiss his soulmate. “Let’s get you home.”

They took acab back to campus, Herc declaring his love every few seconds, and Laf tryingto shush him as the taxi driver kept shooting them strange looks. When theyfinally pulled up in front of their apartment building on the edge of campus,Laf paid the driver and supported his off-kilter boyfriend into their place.

He tuckedHerc into bed, after many ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s. After his boyfrienddrifted off to sleep, Laf bit his lip. He knew Herc wasn’t in his right mind,but he was curious…

Nervously,Laf tiptoed to Herc’s dresser and opened the sock drawer. Feeling silly, hestarted pawing through his soulmate’s clothes until, at last, his fingerscollided with something hard. Shaking slightly, Laf pulled out a small, velvetbox, and opened it to reveal a beautifully decorated wedding band.

Who sneaks out to get a midnight snack?

Thomas watched his sleeping soulmate with worry. Alex had barely eaten all day, and had basically broken down in Thomas’ arms as soon as he’d gotten home from work. After a lot of cuddles, he’d eventually calmed down a little bit, but he’d still felt to anxious to eat. 

Now Thomas couldn’t sleep for worry. He knew it had just been a bad day for Alex and that he’d be fine the next day, but he still couldn’t help but worry when he heard his soulmate’s stomach growl loudly. 

Careful not to jostle his slumbering boyfriend, Thomas slipped out of bed and padded out to their kitchen, getting some bread and putting together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crusts cut off. 

“Thomas?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his name, but turned around to see Alex standing in the doorway, eyes squinting with tiredness. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up…” Thomas muttered apologetically, kissing his soulmate on the head before going back to making the sandwich. 

“What are you doing?” Alex asked, his voice rough from tiredness. Thomas felt worry clench at him as he noticed how weak and distant it sounded. 

“I’m making you some food,” he replied, shooting his boyfriend a light smile. 

“…You don’t have to do that,” he muttered. 

“I wanted you to have it as soon as you woke up,” Thomas shrugged, passing the plate to his boyfriend. “Which I guess is now. Are you hungry?”

Thomas felt relief wash over him as his soulmate nodded and began to eat the sandwich. He ate it quickly; picking up speed as he realized how ravenous he was. Thomas smiled with satisfaction once the entire meal had been devoured. 

“Shall we go back to bed?” Thomas asked, taking Alex’s hand. 

Alex didn’t follow him, however. Instead, he pulled Thomas back toward him and stood on his tiptoes to plant a firm kiss on his mouth. 

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How many children do they want/have? –jamilton

“Alex are you awake?” Thomaswhispered, sliding a hand over his soulmate’s side.

“No,” Alex replied in a muffledvoice, and Thomas chuckled lightly, kissing his shoulder. Alex groaned. “Whatdo you want?”

Thomas smiled, moving his lips toAlex’s neck. Alex sighed and rolled over so that he could face his soulmate.

“Why on earth are you keeping me upwhen you know I have to be at workearly…”

“Do you want kids?” Thomas askedsuddenly, and Alex’s mouth snapped shut.

“What?” Alex breathed, and Thomas beganto stroke his hair gently. “We’re not even married yet.”

“I don’t mean now,” Thomas laughed lightly. “I mean like… eventually?”

Alex rolled onto his back, staring upat the ceiling of their bedroom pensively. He fiddled anxiously with hisengagement ring, trying to figure out how he really felt.

“Eventually… maybe…” Alex mutteredafter a long silence.

“You don’t sound so sure,” Thomasnoted, propping himself up on one elbow and trailing his finger along hisfiancé’s stomach. Alex closed his eyes, furrowing his brow.

“Sorry… You don’t have to answer,”Thomas added hurriedly, biting his lip.

“No… I guess we should talk aboutit,” Alex nodded. “I mean… I’ve always wantedkids, but…” Alex bit his lip, trailing off.

“But…?” Thomas questioned, ceasinghis finger’s motions and laying his hand flat on his soulmate’s stomach.

Even in the dark, Thomas could seeAlex’s face flush. It wasn’t his shy or flirty blush, however, it was hisexpression of embarrassment and shame.

“Darling, you can tell me,” Thomaswhispered, beginning to play with his fiancé’s hair again.

“I kind of thought that… I wouldn’treally be a good parent,” Alex whispered softly, and Thomas’ heart clenched.

“Alex… Why would you say that?”Thomas inquired, rubbing his soulmate’s stomach again to soothe him.

“I feel like I’ll just be going alongand then… panic attack. Or the baby’ll start crying or break something and theloud noise will scare me… Worse, what if I… just…” Alex trailed off again,shaking his head.

“If you what?” Thomas breathed,staring intently at his soulmate.

“If I… can’t. Anymore,” Alex broughta shaky breath through his teeth, and suddenly Thomas was at his side, pullinghim into a warm embrace.

“I think you’re forgetting that I’llbe with you the whole way…” Thomas murmured, rubbing his soulmate’s backsoothingly. “You wouldn’t be doing anything alone.”

Alex nodded and Thomas began tostroke his hair again. “And… I think you’d be a great father, for what it’sworth… You’ll understand when the kids need space… you’ll be accepting of them.Like your dad.”

Alex looked up from Thomas’ chestwith wide eyes, and his soulmate smiled down at him.

“Thank you, Thomas,” he whispered.

“Now… we don’t have to talk aboutthis now,” Thomas muttered, placing a kiss on his fiancé’s head.

They stayed cuddled together,starting to drift asleep. They were quiet for several minutes; Thomas wassinking deeper and deeper…

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Who sneaks in cookies in the shopping cart?  

“Ooh, Oreos!” Alex grinned, approaching the shelf. 

“Want ‘em?” Thomas asked with a  smile. 

Alex bit his lip. He’d gained a little weight in the last few weeks; his anxiety having been fairly manageable… He didn’t want to gain any more. 

Shrugging as nonchalantly as he could, Alex walked away from the shelf. “No,” he said breezily. 

Thomas furrowed his brow, but they both continued shopping. When they got home, Alex started to unpack their bags, filling their fridge and cupboards with new food. 

As he did so, his hands suddenly came across the box of Oreos. 

“Thomas, did you get these?” Alex asked, turning around to face his soulmate. 

“Yeah, I snuck them in when you weren’t looking,” Thomas grinned. 

Alex flushed pink. “Why?”

Thomas gave him an exasperated look. “Babe. I know when you’re lying. You obviously wanted them.”

“No, I didn’t!” Alex retorted hotly, turning his back on Thomas and continuing to unpack the bags angrily. 

“Alex, you know you can eat whatever you want, right?” Thomas asked gently. 

“I know!” Alex snapped. 

“So…” Thomas sighed. “Sorry I got the cookies. I just want you to know that you’re beautiful. No matter what, okay?”

Alex thawed a little. “Thanks, T… Sorry I blew up.”

“Don’t apologize,” Thomas muttered. Alex turned back to face him with a small smile on his face. 

“And… thanks for the cookies,” he said sheepishly. Thomas grinned and kissed him softly. 

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Who overdoes sickness for attention?

“Thomas, I have to work…” Alex grumbled, his hand being pulled as he tried to get out of bed.

“But I’m siiiick,” Thomas moaned, pouting. 

“I know you are, baby…” Alex said, placing a gentle kiss on his soulmate’s temple. “And I’m gonna take care of you once I get home, but I have to go into the office today.”

“Why can’t you write from home?” Thomas whined, still not releasing his boyfriend’s hand. 

“We have a meeting. All editorial writers,” Alex shrugged, trying to tamp down his nerves about the meeting. “Please, Thomas, don’t make me feel worse about leaving you than I already do.”

“Okay,” Thomas sighed, letting go of Alex’s hand and rolling over. 

Alex left, a guilty, anxious knot in his stomach. The meeting passed without incident, and Alex rushed home as soon as he could, Thomas having been on his mind all day. As soon as he got home, Alex went straight to the bedroom, where Thomas was laying down, eyes closed. He was very still. 

“Thomas?” Alex called softly, wondering if he was asleep. When there came no reply or twitch from his soulmate, Alex ran over to his side. 

“Thomas, wake up,” he said nervously, patting his face. After a tense, terrified moment, Thomas groaned and his eyes fluttered open. 

“Aleeeex,” he moaned. “I’m sleepy.”

“Don’t scare me like that,” Alex scolded. 

“Like what?” Thomas asked, sounding far more alert. 

“You’ve been moaning how sick you are, you had me believing you were on your death bed… and I come home and you’re basically comatose!” Alex snapped. “Don’t do that.”

“… Alex… I’m not that sick,” Thomas laughed. “I’m just being dramatic…”

“Well stop it!” he said sharply, getting up and leaving the bedroom angrily. He went to the kitchen to start making dinner; chopping vegetables with ferocity until he felt arms around his waist. 

“Stop,” Alex said, and the hands were gone. Thomas leaned on the counter to look at his soulmate. 

“Darling…” Thomas started, but Alex remained angry. “What did I do wrong?”

“If you’re actually sick, tell me,” Alex sniped. “Don’t just use sickness to get my attention. You freak me out.”

Thomas’ eyebrows knit together. “I’m sorry… I just… I’m not used to getting sick. And I like your cuddles,” he muttered, leaning forward. 

Alex finally met his eyes, putting down the knife. “I’d be more than happy to take care of you regardless of the severity of your illness,” he said brusquely. Thomas flinched at the cold tone in his voice.

“Alex…” he pleaded, touching his soulmate’s arm. “I’m sorry.”

Alex sighed. “I know. I just… fevers? Flus? They’re not something to joke about.”

Thomas’ face went slack with realization, and he pulled Alex into a hug. “Darling I’m so sorry… I wasn’t even thinking about…”

“It’s fine,” Alex muttered into Thomas’ shirt. “I’m overreacting…”

“No you’re not,” Thomas said softly. “I was being a dickhole. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Alex said sincerely, holding his soulmate tightly. 

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Who is sleepy and cuddly all of the time?

A loud slam made Alex jump, his heart beginning to race. He slipped his headphones off his ears, saving his word document. 

“Thomas?” he called. “Is that you?”

In a moment, Thomas was at the door of Alex’s office, his face apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were home; I wouldn’t have slammed the door...”

Alex shrugged it off and hugged his soulmate. “You okay?” he asked gently. 

Thomas shrugged. “Yeah... I’m just tired as fuck,” he groaned. 

“Go and relax,” Alex smiled. “I’ll make us some tea.”

Thomas smiled back and pecked his husband on the lips, leaving for the living room. Alex left his office and went to the kitchen to make some tea. Minutes later, he brought it into the living room, where Thomas was sitting, his head leaning on the back of the couch, eyes closed. 

“Babe,” Alex laughed, and Thomas snapped to attention. He reached for his tea mug needily, and Alex passed it to him with another light laugh. 

He turned to go back to his office, but Thomas made a whining noise. “Sit with me,” he pleaded. With a loving - if exasperated - sigh, Alex acquiesced, plopping down next to his soulmate. 

As soon as he was seated, Thomas put down his tea and nuzzled into him. Alex smiled despite himself and cuddled close to his soulmate. 

“How was your day?” Alex asked. 

“Shhh, I’m sleeping,” Thomas muttered. 

“Thomas, we are too young to be taking naps -”