#robronisendgame

sorry for the wait for this, but this idea got in my head and it kind of got out of control — a good ending to this series, i guess!! i hope you enjoy! 

prompt taken from this list. also available on ao3!!

Three weeks to the day after the solar flare, Carlos receives a cryptic text from his mom: come for lunch today?

He mulls it over; he loves his mother, and it’s no secret to anybody that knows him that he’s a total mama’s boy, but there’s got to be a reason behind her impromptu meal, and an evil part of his mind tells him it has to be bad news. She doesn’t mention anything about his sisters joining them, and Carlos doesn’t know if that should stress him out more or less. If it’s something bad, he’d assume that he and his sisters would find out at the same time — but that only leaves him more confused.

She’s a strong woman, and is a complete health-nut — ever since his abuela started having mobility issues, his mother’s been a champion for organic eating and natural sleep aids and doing yoga every morning. Carlos can’t put bad news from the doctor completely off the table, but he starts to drift towards the other countless possibilities — and so he can’t say no to her. Even if it’s his only day off that lines up with TK’s schedule, he spares a glance at his softly snoring boyfriend before figuring the man’s close enough with his own father that he’ll have to understand a shift in plans. And so Carlos finds himself more alert than he’d been when he’d rubbed sleep from his eyes and initially checked his phone five minutes ago, thumbs hovering over the screen before he sends her a simple of course, mami, and sets about getting ready for the day after pressing a quick kiss to TK’s hairline.

He’s showered and had his coffee and is trying to quietly get dressed when Carlos hears TK groan and grumble, clearly fighting between catching a little more sleep and getting out of bed. Carlos watches with a small smile as TK slowly sits up when he realizes he’s alone in bed, before their gazes catch, and his heart soars as TK’s eyes visibly light up at seeing him.

28. They ask you to pretend to be their date at a bar to prevent an ex from talking to them.

This one sort of had a mind of its own. I used to LOVE Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, so I definitely took some inspiration from that. It’s a bit longer so I put some of it under a cut. I hope you enjoy! 

Nico Kim was having a great night. He was at a nice new bar with some new friends in a city where he had just moved to start a new job. So it seemed almost impossible that Lucas could even be here. How could he be in Seattle, of all places? But then memories came rushing back: Lucas talking about a grandmother who lived in the Pacific Northwest and summers spent at her place. Suddenly, he felt like the one who didn’t belong. This was Lucas’s old stomping ground. He had real roots here, while Nico was some new transplant.

Lucas and Nico burned hot and fast. It was really great until it wasn’t. Lucas complained that Nico was too busy all the time; Nico complained that Lucas should respect his medical resident schedule. It ended in a spectacular blaze when Nico walked in on Lucas cheating on him with not one, but two men, both mutual friends. It was alarming and heartbreaking, causing Nico to storm out vowing to never let Lucas back into his life.

But here he was, eyes boring into Nico from across this random Seattle bar. Nico felt like he couldn’t breathe. Lucas rose, ready to make his way over to Nico, which prompted Nico to head to the bar, hoping to shake him off.

“Hey, you okay?” The voice came from his left. He turned and immediately stopped breathing, this time for an entirely different reason. This concerned man was the most beautiful sight Nico had ever seen. Short, with fluffy curls, bright eyes behind thick glasses, and the most adorable face he had ever seen.

“Pretend to be my boyfriend.” It came out before he could even truly think about it.

The man sputtered, “What?”

“Just… My name’s Nico. That guy making his way over here is my awful ex-boyfriend, and the only way to deter him is to look like I’m on a date. Please.” It was a solid plan. Maybe it wouldn’t work, but it was better than nothing.

“Oh. Okay. I’m Levi. By the way.” They shared bright smiles, before being interrupted by the voice Nico was dreading.

“Well, if it isn’t my handsome Nico.” Lucas slid into the spot next to Nico, looking him up and down with no hint of subtlety.

“I’m not yours, Lucas,” Nico practically spat. Levi, playing his character, laid a hand on Nico’s shoulder. It immediately spread warmth through him, calming him from the inside out. He placed a hand on top of Levi’s, anchoring him there. He took a deep breath, “I’m his.”

I am so sorry it’s taken me a few days to get around to this! I genuinely wasn’t expecting more than one, so this really did make me so happy!! Thank you so much, and I hope this is okay!! ❤ 14: things you said after you kissed me 

“Not enjoying prom, Manes?“

Alex had heard the footsteps following behind him when he walked out of the school. A part of him had thought that maybe it was just someone else who needed some air, or maybe Liz had spotted him leaving.

The second he caught a glimpse of a black suit and tie out of the corner of his eyes, he knew exactly who it was. 

He turns his head slowly to look at Kyle. Instinct forces his body to tense at least a little at the sight of him. It wasn’t one he had before these last two years, but it’s starting to fade again. Strangely, for the past few months, he’s been… okay. Alex would almost dare say back to his usual self. 

Relaxing, he eyes him but huffs out something halfway between a scoff and a sigh. 

“Uh, no, not really,” he says, and Kyle raises his eyebrows. “Just… needed some air.”

He drags his eyes away from Kyle, casting them back to the sky, where they had been focused before Kyle spoke up. It’s already dark, the stars dotting the sky like a map. 

“Yeah, me too,” Kyle says. 

Alex glances back to him as he pushes himself up beside him on the railing. He just raises an eyebrow at him when Kyle looks at him. Kyle wanting to get away from his friends on Prom night doesn’t quite add up in his mind, and it must show on his face since he doesn’t bother to hide it.

Still, the corners of his mouth twitch up, and Kyle smiles back. It’s brief as Alex pulls his gaze away once more, dropping to the ground just a few inches beneath his feet. 

“What happened to your date?” he asks, the teasing edge that slips through instinctual as well. Just from a different point in their lives, one that he can’t seem to shake off as easily as he thought. “Did Liz ditch?”

“No, she’s still inside,” Kyle says. “I think she’s dancing with Max. He was doing his whole weird staring across the room thing again. It’s like the guy doesn’t realize that everyone knows he has a thing for her.”

Alex’s eyebrows furrow and he looks back up at him. “That doesn’t bother you?”

Kyle shakes his head, inhaling deeply as his eyes dart across the entrance. “Nah. Well, the creepy staring part definitely bothers me. But she doesn’t seem to mind, so there’s not much I can do about that. Probably because she likes him as well.”

“Okay, now that does sound like something that should bother you,” Alex says in confusion, “you know, as her boyfriend?”

Kyle breathes out a light laugh and shakes his head again. 

“We’re not together anymore,” he explains. “Not really, anyway. We sort of broke up a couple of weeks ago, but Prom was just around the corner, and we’re still friends, so… we just decided we might as well still go together.”

“Oh,” Alex says, and he’s not sure if the revelation is the cause of the tug in his chest, or the flip in his stomach. It could be for a number of reasons, he tells himself, because logically, he’s right. 

Kyle nods slowly, then his attention seems to snap back. His eyebrows draw together as he turns his head back to Alex, looking at him with a slight tilt to his head that’s so familiar that it takes Alex a second to register that he’s asking him a question.

“What about you?” he nudges his arm gently with his elbow. “Where’s your date? I can’t imagine they’re too happy about being ditched in the middle of Prom.”

Alex chuckles at that, glancing down. “You would probably be right. If I actually had a date.”

The surprise on Kyle’s face definitely catches him off-guard. He quickly brushes it off.

“Liz went with you, and unfortunately, Maria’s not much of an option considering she already had her prom,” he points out. Raising a shoulder in a shrug, he adds, “and it’s pretty hard to find another out gay or bi guy in this town, shockingly.”

Sarcasm drips from the last word, and Kyle doesn’t seem to know whether to smile or frown. It seems to be how most of their conversations have gone recently. 

“It doesn’t exactly leave much room for option unless I wanted to ask Max out, and honestly, I didn’t. The whole angsty nerd thing isn’t really my type.”

Kyle’s smile definitely slips. He glances away, pressing his lips together, and Alex’s stomach twists. Of course. 

Shaking his head to himself, he forces his eyes back up to the sky. It’s easier to focus on, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to watch Kyle leave without another word. Not again.

“What about someone who’s only out to you?“ 

Alex’s eyes snap back to him, his head turning maybe a little too quickly. He’s met with nervousness and worry, two things he hasn’t seen on Kyle since they were eleven. 

"Well, and Liz,” Kyle quickly adds as an afterthought, his head dipping to the side, “but she’s sworn to secrecy. I know it’s not the same, but I’m sort of out as bi. Oh wow, that felt weird to say.”

Alex can only look back at him in confusion, his mind trying to process through everything he’s blurting out into the open air. Kyle just holds his gaze, anxiously waiting, and it clicks. 

His lips part in surprise. He lifts his eyebrows, and breathes out a quiet, “oh.” He has too many thoughts to voice out loud, but that doesn’t stop them from bouncing around inside his head. This makes things clearer, and yet infinitely more—

His thought process is abruptly cut off by Kyle surging forward and pressing his lips to his.

His eyes widen. For a second, he forgets how to do anything. It’s like Kyle’s just gone and done the equivalent of pouring a glass of water all over a circuit. He’s expecting his brain to start sizzling. 

Then he registers that Kyle is kissing him. It’s a second too late as he’s already pulling back. 

Alex blinks at him once, then twice, and he might lose count as he tries to remember how long he can hold his breath for, because he doesn’t dare try.

“Sorry,” Kyle says, sheepish but sincere, "I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, and… I shouldn’t have. I’ve just been thinking a lot, and I remembered when we were eleven, and… what better time than prom to confess your feelings for someone, right?“

Alex doesn’t respond. It’s all taking a moment to sink in, especially even the mere thought that Kyle likes him.

Kyle seems to take his silence as a bad sign, his face dropping. There’s no disappointment or shock, or anything. It’s more like a dejected acceptance put up behind a thin mask of understanding as if he dove right in while expecting the worst outcome possible.

"I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he says quietly. “And I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, I’m sorry. Really. I just… needed you to know.”

Something about the way he says it drives a stab of familiarity through Alex’s chest, and he welcomes it. It’s different, and new, and totally unfamiliar territory in a way. But it’s also the Kyle he remembers. 

“I’m just gonna—”

Alex leans in before he can finish his excuse to leave, pulling Kyle back in. The noise of surprise Kyle makes at Alex’s lips against his quickly dissolves into thin air as Alex kisses him. A beat, and then Kyle is kissing him right back.

His own movements are tentative and uncertain, because this is Kyle. He’s kissed him once before and it resulted in the destruction of their friendship.

But he’s not pulling away this time — he’s leaning into him, kissing him back harder and yet softer, still careful.

It makes Alex’s head spin, but it’s also the best feeling he’s had in a while. 

He’s the one to pull back, only a few inches to get a break of air into his burning lungs. Kyle looks at him, and his mouth is already curving up, a gleam in his eyes that Alex has missed. 

“Enjoying prom yet, Manes?”

Alex huffs out a laugh, and closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head. When he looks back at Kyle, he can’t help but smile. 

“It seems to be turning around.”

“Oh,” Kyle breathes out, lifting his eyebrows at him in that gleeful, totally innocent way. “Well, if it’ll help continue turning it around, I’m pretty sure I’ve been ditched for Evans. Not to be presumptuous, but would you consider being my date for the last two hours of Prom?”

Alex can’t help but laugh slightly, quickly biting it back. “Sorry, I just did not think I would see that day that Kyle Valenti was asking me to be his date. To anything.”

“It’s prom, the night of dreams coming true,” Kyle says with a grin. “So, is that a yes or a no? Totally cool either way. Kissing you was pretty much the highlight of my night anyway, so.”

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Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Okay, I don’t think they’ll have kids but fo sho they’ll somehow be roped into babysitting for someone (maybe Casey who ends up adopting a whole bus of kids with Maggie) but I’m pretty sure Nico will attempt to sing and Levi will be quick to join in equally as badly. And Maggie and Casey will come home to find their kids crying and Nico and Levi singing to the tune of a chalkboard being violently assaulted by nails. 

It’s not the sunlight or his alarm that wakeshim; unfortunately it’s the sound of a garbage truck backing up and banging.Blaine jolts up from sleeping on his stomach with a sigh, alarm coursingthrough his veins as his heart pounds in his ears from being startled. Heshould really start looking into a new place where his apartment isn’t so closeto the damn street.

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A lonely evening

When Magnus came home that night he hoped he could relax with Alec, having dinner with him and just enjoy being with him. It was their anniversary after all. Alec had said he would be home when he came back. But he found the loft empty. A light smell of some dish was still in the air. Did he forget? Did he eat already? Without him?

He went to the kitchen to find dirty pans and pots, stacked in the sink. Magnus frowned. Awesome. So he really had had dinner without him and he didn’t even clean up. But the warlock himself also didn’t bother with it. He decided he wouldn’t care. It was time for a drink. When he went to the living room he took a glass and filled it with some bourbon. Disappointment was slowly growing in his chest. He didn’t want to feel like that but he just couldn’t help it.

Just as he took a sip of the drink a paper on the table caught his attention. That hadn’t been there when he had left. With three big steps he reached the table and took the paper.

>I’ll be back soon -A<

A soft smile appeared on Magnus’ lips, but it vanished just a moment after. Soon? When was soon? It could be any second. Or in one hour. Or even two. Sinking down on the sofa he was still holding the glass in one hand and the small note in his other. He could try calling him. Or at least message him. But he didn’t want to look too clingy. Of course he knew that there was never really time for a shadowhunter to rest. Still he could have given him a few more details. He could have helped… maybe. What if he didn’t want him around? Or maybe he had thought it was too dangerous for Magnus. He small chuckle left his mouth. What a stupid thought. Also Alec shouldn’t be the one to decide what was too dangerous for him. He was the High Warlock of Brooklyn. He had lived for centuries. And now a shadowhunter wanted to tell him about dangers? He rolled his eyes and took another sip.

30 minutes later…

Maybe he should just go to sleep already. He put down his empty glass that he had already refilled two times and got up, walking to the bedroom. Just when he had sat down on the bed he heard the door. Since he had turned off the lights, the loft was dark.

“Magnus?” Alec sounded rather confused. But what did he expect? That he would wait for the dinner that would never happen because apparently Alec had forgotten about it?

“I’m here” Magnus walked out of the bedroom and with a snap of his fingers all lights were turned on again. The wide smile on Alec’s face disappeared when he saw the frown in Magnus’. He took a small step forward to shorten the distance to the warlock.

“What’s wrong? Something happened? Why have you been in the bedroom?” There were some signs of worries in his voice. He came even closer. “Are you exhausted? It must have been a hard day…”

Magnus’ tense body softened. Alec was so considerate and caring. Still he wasn’t sure what to think of the situation.

“Did you forget?” he asked.

“Wha- of course not! Magnus. Talk to me?”

“I just… you could have told me.”

“Told you what?”

“You wanted to eat earlier or without me or whatever. I don’t know. But it’s fine. You’re back now. That’s all that matters”

Alec stared at him for a moment. He had no idea what was going on.

“But I didn’t have dinner without you. It’s still in the oven. I thought that it’d be best to just leave it there. So we can have it when I’m back.” The shadowhunter explained with a soft voice. “Look, Magnus, I’m sorry. I promised to be there. However… something came up and… I needed to head to the institute”

“Of course” Magnus got softer. He understood. The clave was important. His family was important. He just sometimes wished he wouldn’t leave the moment someone would order him to the institute.

Ten minutes later dinner was heated up again and Alec put down the baking dish on the table. The chicken smelled amazing, Magnus realized and all the tension finally fell down when Alec kissed him for the first time this evening.

“I have news” Alec said while filling Magnus’ plate. The warlock looked at him in anticipation but didn’t get an answer just now.

The small smirk on Alec’s lips and the light blush on his cheeks somehow managed to raise a certain anger in Magnus again. He wasn’t in the mood to play around. Still his voice was calm when he demanded: “Tell me.”

Alec usually enjoyed the warlock’s impatience way too much and on any other day he would have held back longer but he felt the tension from before build up again.

“My parents set the date” he finally said.

“The date?” Magnus put down his fork, looking at the younger one in confusion.

“If you can’t remember, it can’t be that important then, huh?” Alec asked rather than answering the question noticing the atmosphere becoming even worse. So he got up and grinned. Just to kneel down next to Magnus’ chair. Gently he took his boyfriend’s hand.

“We’re going to get married. Two months from now” The blush on Alec’s cheeks got stronger and his hands were shaking. He didn’t remember if he had ever seen the warlock speechless. But now was that time.

They had talked about marrying for a long time. But since Alec’s family – well, rather his parents – still weren’t delighted by first, Alec being gay, and second, picking a warlock, they had ignored it and tried not to talk too much about it since it hurt both of them. With setting the date his parents had finally accepted it.

Instead of saying anything, Magnus got up and pulled Alec up as well. He kissed him deeply, all the worries and fears disappearing while he felt his beloved shadowhunter’s warm and soft lips on his own. For a moment he broke the kiss and looked into the blue eyes of the taller one. His hand was resting on Alec’s cheek, his thumb gently caressing it.

“I love you, Magnus” Alec whispered, pulling Magnus close for another kiss. “I love you.” The words weren’t much more than a whimper but the warlock heard them anyway.

“I love you, too” he answered, his heart beating fast.

Finally. After such a long time. Finally they were going to marry.