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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year ago

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it's steddiemas!! i am so excited for these prompts!!! i'm sure i'm not going to make something for each day, but there are a good few that i'm excited about; my plan is to make all the ones i do write be one story, but we'll see how that goes 😅

@steddiemas Day 1 - Deck the Halls

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,793 | rated: G

Eddie wakes up too early on November 1st. But hey, when nature calls, you answer.

He takes care of business and is turning back to the guest room he’d crashed in last night when a movement catches his eye.

Someone is awake already, and is weaving a string of artificial greenery along the bottom of the rail where the second floor is open into the living room.

Eddie takes another step forward and sees Steve's face peeking up over the floor, perfectly and completely content. The seemingly always furrowed brow he has is gone, his eyes are soft, and his lips set into a just barely there smile as he hums quietly to himself.

“Steve?” He immediately regrets interrupting Steve’s peace, as he startles at the sound of Eddie’s voice.

He looks up at Eddie briefly, then immediately relaxes back into his task. “Oh, you’re awake! Listen, I love you man,” Eddie’s stomach swoops at the words. “But I'm kinda in a groove right now, so once a couple of the others are up I’ll start making breakfast, ‘kay?”

Eddie nods in agreement despite Steve already looking away back to the garland in his hands. He really wants to ask why in the actual hell he’s hanging Christmas decorations the literal day after Halloween, but what comes out is “How are you not dying right now?”

Steve’s hands pause, and he blinks up at Eddie in confusion so he continues, “You had just as much to drink as I did last night…?”

Understanding floods the other man’s face. “Oh! I have a splitting headache right now.” Steve says, getting back to the task at hand and weaving the end of a string of lights through a gap between the banisters.

“Yet you’re awake. And putting up Christmas decorations.”

“Yes.”

The crease re-appears between Steve's brows, though not nearly as deep as usual.

“Cool. Cool. Follow up question: why are you putting up Christmas decorations?? It’s only the day after Halloween!”

Steve stiffens at that, his brow furrowed fully now.

‘Shit, take it back asshole!’ Eddie chides himself.

“Exactly. It’s time for Christmas.” Steve sniffs, pausing before he continues in a soft voice, “I like Christmas..”

He doesn’t look back up at Eddie, and is now shoving the garland and lights through each gap in the railing, rather than slowly guiding them through.

Eddie watches him for a couple moments then says, “Alright big guy, what can I do to help?”

Steve is immediately relieved, looking back up at Eddie with a big smile (and no crease between his brows, thank you very much), “Wanna put the decorations on the mantle?”

“Sure thing Stevie,” Eddie smiles back at him, turning on his heel to trot down the steps and hang a left into the living room.

He freezes, taking in everything around him he couldn’t see from his spot in the hall upstairs.

There’s red and green tubs, boxes stacked upon boxes, loose strings of cranberries and shedded artificial pine needles absolutely everywhere.

There’s also a complete lack of any Halloween decorations left in the giant room.

So, in the last however long Steve's been awake, he has: cleaned up from their party the night before, put away all the spooky decorations, pulled out a department store’s worth of Christmas decor, and is currently hanging garlands from atop a—holy shit!

“Steve! Why the fuck are you up so high??”

Steve twists back at Eddie's outburst, looking confused as all hell. “What do you mean, ‘Why?’? You just saw me upstairs, how else am I supposed to hang this?” he says, shaking his arm full of un-placed pine and the ladder in the process.

“You could’ve put them in from upstairs! On stable ground!” Eddie stresses, scrambling between and over boxes of holiday cheer to get to the other end of the room.

“I’m fine Eddie, I’ve been on a ladder before.” Steve snorts, going back to his lights.

“Steve, sweetheart, you cannot be up that high on a ladder without someone holding onto the bottom!” Eddie says, finally getting over to him and grabbing onto it with both hands, leaning his weight onto it. “What if you fell? No one was awake! What if no one heard you!”

“Please.” Eddie could hear the eye roll in Steve’s voice, “I was perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, well, Wayne would kill me if I let you commit an OSHA violation.”

“What’s an OSHA?”

“Nevermind, keep working Stevie.”

He continues to work steadily, weaving and pruning the fake greenery to his liking and bunching up the end to stuff between two posts when he decides to come down.

He comes down the ladder and makes to move it when Eddie stops him.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not going back up there.” he states, quickly letting the ladder fall together back from its extended length.

“I’m not done!”

“Didn’t say you were.” he says, leaning the ladder against the wall instead, out of the way, “You’re just going to do this from up there instead.”

For a moment, it looks like Steve is going to argue, but he gives up before he even starts, huffing petulantly and grumbling up the stairs. “And they call me ‘Mom’.”

“Thanks, Stevie!” Eddie calls after him.

“Yeah, yeah.."

Eddie snorts a quiet laugh, but goes back to his original task. He starts examining the boxes strewn out in front of him, the one labeled ‘GARLAND’ is already open, another boasts the title ‘LIGHTS’, another just says ‘KITCHEN’; after three huge tubs labeled ‘TREE’, he finds a smaller cardboard box with ‘MANTLE’ scrawled onto the side with marker.

You can’t say Steve isn’t organized.

He pulls open the top and starts to pull out the decorations. Everything in this box is colored in the few same shades of red, muted green, a handful more in bright silver. From the bottom, he pulls out a much shorter string of garland than the one Steve’s still fluffing to perfection upstairs, this one wound with a thick red, white, and green plaid ribbon.

“What?” Steve calls down after Eddie starts to laugh.

“More plaid, Steven?” Eddie grins, turning to show the garland in his hands.

This time, Steve snorts out a laugh, “Shut up, man.”

Eddie digs a little farther and comes back out with a small plastic box of thumbtacks and gets to work on the mantle. Using the ribbon to pin the length to the wood above the fireplace, he sets it in place along the edge, glancing up to fluff the fake branches out how Steve’s got the ones upstairs.

He gets into his own groove in no time, going back and forth from box to fireplace and placing the various baubles and tchotchkes how he thinks they should be. The clunky and gaudy seeming holiday themed frames at the bottom of the box throw him off for a moment, but soon there are years of awkward pictures of the shitheads leaning along the mantle.

A little red frame holds one of Max and El laughing brightly in just as brightly colored make-up and clothes, a framed polaroid of Robin and Steve in their Scoops uniforms, one of Will dressed up for Halloween; The pictures all must only be a few years old, Steve didn’t really get to know the kids until ‘84, but this little Dustin in the frame with the 3D train on it, and this one with a very disgruntled-looking Mike with his hair slicked flat in an over-the-top tree frame go right in the front.

“Nancy gave me that one of Mike, if you can believe it. He’s gonna hate that it’s up here.” Steve says from behind him now, a smile in his voice “Claudia gave me this one of Henderson. It’s actually from before their Snow Ball back in Middle school, I did his hair.”

Oh fuck, that’s adorable. Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest. “You never told me that,” he says, accepting the last frame from Steve. A bright blue one with a Teddy Bear in each of the bottom two corners. This one has a JC Penney professional-looking shot of Erica and Lucas in matching holiday sweaters. Definitely a Mrs. Sinclair specialty.

“Erica gave me that one last Christmas, after everything happened at Starcourt.” he smiles, “They’re gonna hate that they’re all up like this.”

“Good.” Eddie grins, turning to face the other man, “What’s next, Stevie?”

They spend the next couple hours decorating; Steve tackles the tree next, working on it while he directs Eddie what to put up next, and making sure to call him back for any more ladder use at Eddie’s insistence.

At one point, Robin shuffles out from the first floor guest room she shared with Nancy, but she takes one look around and shuffles back down the hall.

Sooner than he thought, Eddie finds himself standing in the middle of a Sears catalog. The tree is huge, a fake one to fit the Harringtons’ high ceilings, covered in multicolored lights, red, green, and silver baubles, stringy silver tinsel, a sparkling star on top.

The stair railings are lit up along both the top and bottom, the kitchen towels and utensils swapped out for holiday themed ones, even the front doormat is switched out for a Christmas themed one.

Steve is wandering around the place, vacuuming up stray glitter and pine needles, poking and prodding things until he’s satisfied, and Eddie is packing up anything unused and carting the tubs and boxes back to the garage.

After his last trip, Eddie swings back through the door to the living room under the steps at the same time Steve is coming back through the other way, both his arms filled with the last of the unused lights.

They collide, of course, and Eddie bends forward on instinct to catch any falling strings

“OOf–shit sorry, Stevie, I–” he glances up at Steve’s face for just a moment, but looks back up immediately, standing straight and keeping his eyes trained on something past Steve’s face, taped haphazardly to the underside of the doorframe.

“It’s okay, Eds, you oka–what’s wrong—?” Steve looks up as well.

Mistletoe.

“Mistletoe? How’d that–? Eddie, I didn’t– You–we don’t have to—”

Eddie’s lips find themselves brushing against the warm, soft skin of Steve’s cheek before the younger man can collect his thoughts.

He lingers there for a moment, pulling back with the lights in his arms instead. “I’ve got these, sweetheart, wanna get started on breakfast?”

Steve looks completely floored, his face flushed red and mouth agape; Eddie gives him a quick wink, then turns back toward the garage just before his own face starts to burn hot. “Holy shit,” he whispers to himself, smiling wide, “Jesus H. Christ.”

it was 100% robin that taped up the mistletoe in case you were wondering lmao

i looked up to make sure OSHA was around in '86 and it was established in 1970, enacted in 1971. if you assume wayne is a union man like i do, he would've definitely known all about proper OSHA compliance

also, i looked up old pictures of 80s era christmas trees and when abouts fake trees came into popularity (which was in the 80s :o) ) to get the descriptions right, and you just know the harringtons would've been on top of all the trends (though i think steve would prefer stringy strips of tinsel over long garlands of the stuff).

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cloveroctobers · 6 months ago

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IN WHICH YOU GO CAMPING! | The Bear —[Summer Writings]

A/N: i haven’t done some somewhat lengthy preferences in a while and I miss it. They’re direct and quick which is why I like reading them as much as I like writing them lol. I think I’ll blame the caffeine (and gorgeous weather) for dropping two works in a week but I’m also excited for season three so there’s many reasons for this! Hope you guys like 🖤

WARNINGS: language & feels?

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞

SYDNEY: when you brought up the idea of going camping (staying in a cabin) over breakfast at Sydney’s place, she paused from putting her fork into her mouth as she stared over at you with her round eyes. “…you mean…outside?” You laugh with a nod of your head, “well where else are we supposed to do it? We’re in the city so we need to be one with nature! With greenery and not bozos who think they can drive.”

Sydney listened to you talk, putting her phone down to give you her undivided attention. She noticed how excited you seemed to be about getting away, bringing your own phone out to show some Airbnb that was ready to be booked and that you could even invite the rest, if they were willing to take two to three days off for a little “summer fun.” Now with the bear being revamped and carmy being even more of a pain in the ass, it would be hard to convince everyone to go and taking Sydney had Carmy doing a big exhale. He knew he had a lot to make up for and since Sydney had a contract to go over he bid his farewell with a quiet, “have a good time…and text me when you get back.”

You didn’t dwell on that too much since you were just glad you got to spend time with your girl. Fak and Marcus even tagged along and that seemed to ease Syd’s worries about the stay turning into a whole, “Friday the 13th murder scene.” And not because they were men—you knew how to use a shotgun—but there was always strength in numbers. Now fully booked it was go mode with a check list of making sure you had everything prepared and packed on days leading up until it was time to go. It excited you that Syd seemed to be down for the trip until…it came down to fishing and there happened to be an angry snake in the boat, causing panic and a flip of the boat sending the both of you crashing into the water together. Fak didn’t notice anything because he was too busy taking advantage of the whole painting outside with his back to the water while he went into air drummer mode to some music with headphones on.

Marcus knew he heard something but he was messing around in the kitchen and didn’t think much of it. He spun back around just in time as a soaked Sydney went stomping by, he looked at you with a tilt of his head along with a frown as he pointed in Sydney’s direction, “she good?”

You sheepishly smiled with a shake of your head, whispering to him that you’d, “tell him later,” before sprinting forward to a huffing and puffing Sydney upstairs. After your showers, You helped her blow dry and spray down her braids so they wouldn’t get frizzy, avoiding her burning gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “So…that was adventurous.”

The creaking of Sydney gripping the sink so tight could be heard as she questioned through clenched teeth, “I thought you said there weren’t any snakes!”

“I mean does anyone truly know what’s in the water?” You asked while Sydney slowly turned to face you and if looks could kill…you wouldn’t have to worry about Jason Voorhees at all.

CARMY: you’ve been talking about camping since forever. You first brought it up as a thought to spend Christmas together, away from everyone possibly in a cabin or even renting a RV, and thought that the snowy landscape would be a pretty view and you knew that was one holiday carmy hated. He would commonly brush it off, letting it go in one ear and out the other keeping his focus on any and anything else. He didn’t mean to do it on purpose but he wasn’t exactly keen at the idea either. There was so much to do and camping wasn’t one of them. Carmy barely had free time and it was a miracle that he wasn’t fucking up his relationship with you. You stood ten toes down for your man but when you got the call from sugar (at a surprisingly good day at work) where Carmy refused to take an ambulance ride after passing out from an anxiety attack at the bear? you had enough.

“I’m fine.” He started but you whipped around to him, a fire so bright in your eyes.

“Are you fine with the fact that you could drop dead from cardiac arrest one day?”

This situation wasn’t that but carmy wouldn’t be surprised if that was how he went out one day. He couldn’t even tell you when’s the last time he had a physical and his own father passed from a heart attack due to heart disease when he was young.

He blinks, his hair greasy and pointing in all sorts of directions, “…if that’s how I’m meant to expire then there’s not much I can do about it then.”

Wrong choice of words to say to someone like you. The tears were hot from the corner of your eyes as you gripped carmy by the collar of his shirt, yanking him so that you were nose to nose. “I’m telling you that I’m willing to take care of you since you won’t do it yourself and this is how I’m going to do it: You’re leaving the bear behind for a couple of days to Syd and Nat for a change of scenery.”

Carmy scrunches up his face, “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Yeah and so are you!” You knocked your forehead against his in warning while he moved his from yours, “I will fucking drag you Carmen, try me.”

The side eyes were strong as he drove down to Plymouth, Indiana while you’re singing along to the radio and tearing up a bag of veggie chips. He’s been all over the world seeing some stunning sights and even tried out for boys scouts way back until…Donna ruined that. Carmy always preferred the city, the noise was much easier to drown out when everything was too much at times compared to the slow and quiet. Silence was something he didn’t think he could ever get used to. To put it simply, Carmy wasn’t thrilled about this trip and knew he wouldn’t live it down from everyone at the bear once he got back.

He had plans to check in during: prep, opening, rush hour, and dinner but as soon as you started walking the woods shirtless he was on his feet. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You don’t know what kind of sickos are out here.” His hands are shaking as he’s trying to keep his eyes trained on your face, yanking up his red rain coat to wrap across your front while he peers around the trees only hearing the birds sing and the running of water from the river out east.

“Well maybe it needs to be free the nipple time for you to spend quality time with me and not your phone. I’m surprised you still have signal out here anyway.”

Carmy sighed, “I’m sorry…I just want to make sure things are running the way it should.”

“Uh huh and you worry too much. We’ve only been out for three hours and you’re still thinking about everything back home…which means I’m not doing my job enough so.” You attempt to get out of Carmy’s arms as he’s still shielding you from any hikers or killers.

Carmy tries to reason with you, “alright, okay! Can you just put a shirt on, please? I’ll make us something and we can take a walk along the river after to talk?”

You lift your chin, pretending to think about it before smiling, “I’ll get the flameless candles.”

Carmy puffs out a laugh with a shake of his head, you peck his cheek, ready to slip from his grasp but he’s still holding the jacket. You scoff as you slip your arms through it so it’s fitting backwards against your frame, holding your fingertips out the too wide of a jacket to show that you’re secure, Carmy steps back with a scratch of his brow and a dip of his head. He watches as you make a show, strutting back to the tent, which is not far from where you two stood and even tease him a little, letting the jacket slip while glancing at him over your bare shoulder.

“Y/n…” he warns while you just laugh and continue on.

Soon you’re sitting by the fire you both manage to put together, you wanted to use the utility lighter but Carmy already had some smoke going by the time you found it. You got comfy on the log beside Carmy as he got to work making some veggie fried rice that you knew would taste as good as being back at home. You were dating an award winning chef here! you had no doubts about the taste as carmy was always in his zone.

Crossing your ankles over each other you watched him work, knowing just how much pride he put into his craft. The stress was what Carmy was used to and you knew that but you were also ready to give him balance. To show that there was more you can have outside of the hustle of being a chef. That’s what this was and as you wrapped your arms around Carmy’s right arm, you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder letting him know that you were still here.

To teach him.

He’s stops bouncing his knee a bit as he settles back against the log, letting the rice cook down some more. The both of you watch the flames beneath the pot, the two of you had the fire inside, with yours being beneath your feet and Carmy’s being in his heart—or maybe it was the constant heartburn? It wasn’t meant to be dimmed by each other or tamed it was meant to be worked with.

Carmy slightly turns to you then, brushing his lips against the top of your head, which you briefly close your eyes to at his affection. He shifts to rest his on top of yours and exhales. If this wasn’t love…then it was damn near close.

RICHIE: “get your ass over here, Richard!” You chased the lanky man around with the camp fork.

His laughter echoes off the trees as he’s doing his damn best running circles around you. You were doing him a solid, coming out here camping because it was his ex-wife Tiffany’s idea. Which then led to her fiancé putting it into motion and then Eva wanted Richie there—although they were all there to get to know each other—but then richie thought it would be cool to ask you to tag along. You didn’t really want to be outside in the woods unless it was a lake house or even a damn cottage! But Richie lied to you telling you it was combination of both of those things and this is how you ended up here.

Surrounded by grass.

He thought it would be funny to throw a raw sausage at you across the fire. Of course you can take a joke, you had to half of the time with a guy like Richard Jerimovich! What made it worse was him squeezing mustard at you right after. The both of you got here earlier since Tiffany had a last minute situation she needed to take care of and just pinged the area for you two to go ahead and they’d catch up a little later.

It was much later.

“Aw come on pork jizz is funny!”

“It’s childish is what it is and Eva isn’t even here!”

“Well thank god for that because I was thinkin’ we can break in that tent before everyone gets here, whadda say?” He wiggles his eyebrows while you catch your breath.

You peered at the lopsided tent, “I think! I should not only kick your butt for doing that and ruining my favorite lollygagging frog shirt but for also lying.”

“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t have thought twice if I told you the truth. I need you here, okay! Is that what you want to hear?” Richie asks.

You tilt your head to the side, “you need me?”

“Is it not obvious?! I’ve been shitting myself thinking about this Frank guy being not only in Eva’s life but ours. What if he’s—

“Nope! We’re not doing that.” You step towards Richie who steps back, puffy blues locked on the weapon, which you cackle at before tossing it to the side and holding your hands up in surrender, “don’t go back to bringing yourself down for some guy we barely know when you’ve shown nothing but personal growth. Your greatness doesn’t have to come at the expense of other’s past versions of you.”

Your hands are locked across his waist now as Richie closes one eye to think about what was being said, “…so what you’re saying is: I’m pretty fucking great?”

A smirk spreads over his face while you roll your eyes with a groan. He leans down to press a scratchy kiss against your slightly sweaty neck but he doesn’t mind. “Nah but all jokes aside, that means a lot coming from you.”

“And it’s nice to know that I’m needed.”

“If I ever gave you that impression then I dunno what the hell I was smoking that day, baby!”

You laugh a little before taking the mustard from your chin to smear right on the corner of Richie’s unamused lips.

Eva’s voice cuts in before Richie can retaliate and it’s a sight to see Richie beam up at the small blonde, “Daddy!”

He steps around you as you inhale and also turn to watch him bend to catch the running girl into his arms. Tiffany’s fiancé drags their own equipment and bags where your set up was while the beach waved woman awkwardly makes her way over to you. She waves, which you return as she stands beside you to follow your sight of richie with Eva.

“We’re late, I know! I’m sorry about that. What have you two been up to?” Tiffany starts with her dark doe eyes.

You turn your head to her, hands on your hips, which makes her look down at your chin and the graphic v-neck, “it’s Richie…I shouldn’t even have to ask right? I’ve got some tide to go if you want it?”

“Would you be so kind?” You two share a laugh, “The stench of mustard is actually starting to make me gag.”

And with that you two make your way over to their set up in process, making yourselves comfortable around each other.

MIKEY: The rough taps against your face brings you back to your senses. You blink the water from your lashes but feel a chill run up your body until a warm breeze glides over you and makes you realize you’re in the arms of someone.

“There you are! I’ve got ya.” Michael’s voice is heard from behind you and you should have known.

Keeping your low-lidded eyes locked on the rolling water you rasp out, “did I just drown?”

“Almost honey, you didn’t take any water to the lungs i don’t think. It took me a minute to find you after the boat got away from us.” Michael tightens his hold on you while you try to move around, “take it easy, will you? You got a nasty bump on the forehead and I managed to get your nose to stop bleedin’.”

It’s like you didn’t feel any of that until Michael mentioned it. A shaky hand went up to one of your nostrils, feeling the crust at the end and wince at the ache from the top of your brow. “Mike, what the hell happened? We were fine, the water was good.”

You’re much more of a water person than Michael was, being deep into water sports since you were younger and carrying it into your adulthood. Your family had their own sailboats, you were on a white water rafting team where you’ve competed in championships all over the world, and your parents were into windsurfing and all that jazz. You knew to respect the water at all times but you couldn’t remember how you got to this point.

Michael always missed out on majority of your championships even if they were in the states but would always ask questions (even if it was local and played on tv at the restaurant or he found a link to stream from his phone) and be ready to hear you tell him every detail so he figured it was time to see you in action out here. That was starting to look like a mistake now. He just didn’t expect this outing to end up with your kayak in pieces and being swept under with the current.

“It was crazy, we didn’t have time to figure anything out. The wind was picking up, you got whacked by a too low hanging branch because I was trying to show you the animal, I saw a fucking bobcat just watchin’ the show from the sidelines as a whirlpool basically grabbed us by the balls!” Michael was getting heated now as he rubbed at his jaw in irritation, “I need a cigarette and to keep you far from this water.”

You looked out towards the mentioned liquid, “what happened to the kayak?”

“What do you mean what happened to it? It’s gone, evaporated into the water where it got damn belongs!” Michael gruffed out.

You sigh as you lightly touch Michael’s arm, “freak accidents happen all the time, Mike.” You started, making the man lean back to look at you in disbelief while you continued, “I’m okay though, did you get hurt?”

“Yeah I did get hurt honey, by losing sight of you!” Michael exasperated with a, “Jesus Christ,” thrown in underneath his breath.

You’re craning your neck to get a good look at the clean shaved man, not taking his word of not having any physical injuries, “So I guess it’s safe to say you won’t be out on the water with me anymore?”

Michael huffs, “and if I had a say in any of this, you wouldn’t be out on it anymore either.”

“Glad you know me so well.” You laugh then wince again at moving too many muscles in your face, “that’s just like me taking you away from Chicagoland.”

Michael sighed as he reached another hand to caress your face, eyes locked on the lump above your brow, “it’s just a place to past the time…but i don’t wanna waste any of mine without you.”

You knew the highs and lows of the family restaurant so those words weren’t a shock to you. Of course Michael had love for the family business but when you take everything on your shoulders you learn to become uncomfortably comfortable with it. Sure he had dreams of what it could be but things never worked out in his favor so he just kept on pushing the best way he knew how.

He shouldn’t be dependent on anybody because he never had to be but whenever you were in his arms? made life just feel a whole lot better.

Worth something, even.

“Was that a line, Mikey bear?” You tease while the man rolls his eyes, swiftly gripping your jaw to peck your lips.

He winks playing into your humor, “Did it work? Naaah but I mean it, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t—

You shush him, “so don’t think about it. I love you, mean it.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You mean it?”

“Always.”

“Good, now get me outta here before we become bobcat food.”

Michael doesn’t hesitate getting to his feet (although he’s had his own sticks ready to battle if the bobcat did ever show its face up close) and scooping you into his strong and loving arms. You try to protest but he’s not trying to hear any of it, getting you far from the water and into safety.

LUCA: “I knew it! We’re lost and I told you compasses are nothing but lies and set ups!” You dramatically fling yourself against the 10,001 tree you’ve seen today.

The golden blond shakes his head at you, blues locked on the device rather than your complaints. “I’m going to get us out of here.”

“So you finally admit it, we’re lost.”

Camping in Copenhagen was much different than in the states. They give you camp sites and everyone can lounge around like it’s some big festival with their tents or vehicles or you could venture out on a hike to find your own secluded spot. You should have never let your on and off again boyfriend fling? talk you into this.

Luca continues to ignore you, turning each and every way. He pauses for some time, eyes locked on the sky. “That doesn’t look good,” he mutters before waving his hand at you, “we need to find shelter and quickly.”

You’re already on your feet and say at his back in close proximity, “what is it? Do you see a bear?”

He says over his shoulder, “No…a storm is coming.”

You just about collapsed at those words. This was just what you two needed! to be lost in the woods that probably had Blair witch lurking in them along with a storm deciding to rip through. You wanted nothing more than to strangle the beautiful Brit in front of you.

Should have never let him hike his way through your trail against one of these trees, further delaying your path to an overlook but regardless you probably would have gotten lost since the both of you were out of your elements.

Luca nods his head in the direction you would be going, expecting you to follow. You do but not without grumbles and constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure nothing was lurking and ready to attack. In summary, you were not much of an outdoorsy person. You would have much rather spent your time at a pool or spa but Luca asked you to spend the weekend with him…which wasn’t necessarily random but you two were “off” in your relationship.

So you thought.

Luca wasn’t looking for a serious relationship due to the heights he continued to reach at the restaurant and he’s been your on going rebound after being cheated on. Why did that completely change after months of having an intimate relationship? It was a total cliche that you always kicked yourself for whenever you thought about Luca.

Not watching where you were going, your ankle was yanked back while you were walking thanks to being too much in your head, which sent you tumbling right into the dirt. You yelped, feeling the pain radiate through your ankle and the soreness circling in your belly now.

“Oh, what have you done? Can’t walk and daydream at the same time can you?” Luca says, making light of this situation while you managed to toss the dirt in your hands at his own feet.

You hiss as you try to sit back on your knees and there’s concern in Luca’s natural arched brows. He’s squatting, eyeing the swell of your ankle. “That’s not good.”

“Ya think!?”

“Your attitude I’m not loving today.”

“I probably just sprained my ankle and we’re going to be eaten alive by a storm! Or worse being possessed by the witch! So I don’t care!”

Luca exhales as he makes quick work of taking his backpack off to find the first aid kit. He��s wrapping your ankle, grabbing your water from the side of your bag and forcing you to drink. “Nothing is going to get us if we keep moving, yeah? At a much slower pace now but we make work with what we have. You’ll hold my hand and this stick to support your foot.” He hands over a large stick, “slow and steady wins the race I guess. I won’t leave you because if I really wanted to…i don’t think I would have invited you out here and would have done so ages ago.”

A glare is send right to a grinning Luca while you swallow your water, making him pinch your chin which you slapped away. “I don’t know why I like you or put up with you.”

“Just like you said, you actually like me. Really like me.” He continued to pick with you, helping you to your feet, “stop being a negative Nancy and look at the bright side. It’s not a completely bad day…once we find shelter I’ll share your favorite, The Romsnegl.”

You perk up at that as Luca intertwines your fingers now, “you made some?”

“Course I did.” Luca casts a glance over at you as you start moving or in your case limping, “I knew it would be only a matter of time before you went into your rants about hating nature so it was my task to make the treats.”

“Sounds like you really like me too.” You say after some silence, lightly bumping Luca’s arm who snorted with a roll of his eyes.

It’s drizzling now but in the distance you both lock eyes with a structure that you knew Luca would deem as shelter. The lightening blinks through the sky, making you two pick up some speed in your steps. You wait outside the hobbit like cave as Luca checks it out just in time as the downpour pelts down.

Plopping down right at the entrance but out the way of the rain, you stretch out while shining your own flashlight around the small cave while Luca is searching through his own bag.

“Luca…what’s that?” You shine the light at the back of his pink neck.

He turns back to you with the container of pastries, “What?”

“You have something on your neck, babes.” You pointed with a scrunch of your nose.

He shrugs,“It’s probably from my other lovers.”

You don’t feed into that considering the vents from earlier, “I’m serious, Lu.”

He slides the container your way while he takes a hand to brush against the side and back of his neck. Frowning he asks you to take a picture and starts to scratch at it once you show him.

He deeply sighs, “This is either poison Ivy or some other sort of bug bites.”

“Welp there goes the Romsnegl.” You shuffle off your bag and grab some spray, motioning for the tatted man to face away from you.

Spraying him down and waving the air to help it dry the both of you turn to face the storm.

Luca leans towards you over the thunder, trying his best not to scratch,“okay…I officially agree. Camping fucking sucks.”

You laugh, sending Luca a knowing glance before throwing yourself back against the ground with your arms thrown over your head.

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