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For you, a present! Presenting: The Lab’s Movie Night , a Fringe Fanfiction written just for you on your birthday! Love you love you love you!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
On a night where the world suddenly decided not to end, where the war between universes reached an unexpected stalemate and Broyles was seen getting into a black limousine with a woman who had the most distinctive red hair...
...Astrid ran around with popcorn and melted butter in bowls and beakers, prepping a VHS tape while Walter bolted the lab’s doors with a heavy chain and industrial sized lock.
Barricaded by heavy chain and snow so cold, Peter and Olivia exchanged glances when Walter handed them a blue wool blanket, grinning from ear to ear.
“This should be fun,” Peter griped, rolling his eyes.
“I love this movie! I Hope I Get It is my favourite song!” Astrid squeed from the TV as she set up two love seats, prepped with fat pillows and blankets, and bowls of popcorn on the two tables. Walter took a seat next to her, eating handfuls of popcorn; the two sung along together.
Olivia sat down on the edge of the love seat, hands balled into fists on her lap. Peter handed her the bowl of popcorn and sat down beside her. The love seat was tiny; their thighs touched and heat transfered between the two bodies. Peter smiled when Olivia shivered.
“Cold?”
“Yes.”
He nodded and pulled the wool blanket over her lap, covering her hands. Olivia relaxed slightly and leaned into the back of the love seat. She slid down gently, making herself more comfortable, aligning her temple with Peter’s shoulder.
Peter pulled the blanket up higher up on Olivia’s body. The wool was thick, but mixed with cotton so as not to be itchy. The basement laboratory was cold at night and the love seat was small. While Peter and Olivia squished together beneath a wool blanket on a tight couch, Walter and Astrid hummed lines from the songs that played on and on, and really, it wasn’t so bad after all.
Olivia, somewhere between the movie’s third act and Astrid making another bowl of popcorn for Walter who suddenly had a craving for dill pickle seasoning salt, leaned her head against Peter’s shoulder, drifting off to sleep. He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her in, keeping her warm against the frigid wind that created human icicles outside. Her frozen hands found his warm, thick hands that pulsated beneath her touch. Peter shifted then, letting Olivia’s head fall into the soft spot between shoulder and collar bone that all men seem to have.
Peter fell asleep soon after, matching his breath to hers, feeling her rib cage expand and deflate beneath a thick wool blanket while A Chorus Line gave an encore performance, during the middle of a winter storm.
For you, a present! Presenting: The Lab’s Movie Night , a Fringe Fanfiction written just for you on your birthday! Love you love you love you!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
On a night where the world suddenly decided not to end, where the war between universes reached an unexpected stalemate and Broyles was seen getting into a black limousine with a woman who had the most distinctive red hair...
...Astrid ran around with popcorn and melted butter in bowls and beakers, prepping a VHS tape while Walter bolted the lab’s doors with a heavy chain and industrial sized lock.
Barricaded by heavy chain and snow so cold, Peter and Olivia exchanged glances when Walter handed them a blue wool blanket, grinning from ear to ear.
“This should be fun,” Peter griped, rolling his eyes.
“I love this movie! I Hope I Get It is my favourite song!” Astrid squeed from the TV as she set up two love seats, prepped with fat pillows and blankets, and bowls of popcorn on the two tables. Walter took a seat next to her, eating handfuls of popcorn; the two sung along together.
Olivia sat down on the edge of the love seat, hands balled into fists on her lap. Peter handed her the bowl of popcorn and sat down beside her. The love seat was tiny; their thighs touched and heat transfered between the two bodies. Peter smiled when Olivia shivered.
“Cold?”
“Yes.”
He nodded and pulled the wool blanket over her lap, covering her hands. Olivia relaxed slightly and leaned into the back of the love seat. She slid down gently, making herself more comfortable, aligning her temple with Peter’s shoulder.
Peter pulled the blanket up higher up on Olivia’s body. The wool was thick, but mixed with cotton so as not to be itchy. The basement laboratory was cold at night and the love seat was small. While Peter and Olivia squished together beneath a wool blanket on a tight couch, Walter and Astrid hummed lines from the songs that played on and on, and really, it wasn’t so bad after all.
Olivia, somewhere between the movie’s third act and Astrid making another bowl of popcorn for Walter who suddenly had a craving for dill pickle seasoning salt, leaned her head against Peter’s shoulder, drifting off to sleep. He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her in, keeping her warm against the frigid wind that created human icicles outside. Her frozen hands found his warm, thick hands that pulsated beneath her touch. Peter shifted then, letting Olivia’s head fall into the soft spot between shoulder and collar bone that all men seem to have.
Peter fell asleep soon after, matching his breath to hers, feeling her rib cage expand and deflate beneath a thick wool blanket while A Chorus Line gave an encore performance, during the middle of a winter storm.