day eight - hanging out with friends
So, this is another slight cheat and also Moira is in it less than she was in the movie one, but whatever. You're th einternet! You won't begrudge me some OTP sexy dancing over Moira and Charles bitching about asshole dudes, right? Please? I promise once OTP month is over I will write all about Moira fucking Nick Fury, internet. I PROMISE.
Um, Daycare! Super early daycare!
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hanging out with friends (~350)
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Erik doesn't like going out because Erik doesn't like people. Erik does like Charles, however and, when weighing how much he dislikes people versus how much he does like Charles, he finds Charles winning out by a large margin and thus he finds himself elbowing past people to get to the bar at some packed club on a Friday night.
"Moira's boyfriend dumped her," Charles had said. "And it's my job as her best friend to take her out to drink and forget. She said you can come, if you'd like."
Faced with the prospect of a Friday night without Charles or a Friday night in a crowded bar, Erik found himself exchanging his torn, stained working-from-home jeans for something more appropriate and now he's paying far too much money for watered down drinks while Charles and Moira animatedly wave their hands at each other, obviously having a mental conversation thanks to the ridiculous din of the terrible music.
Fucking hell, but Erik hates clubs.
At least, he hates them up until the moment when a song Charles recognizes comes on. His eyes light up and he grins and grabs Erik's hand and shouts out loud, "I love this song! Dance with me?"
And Erik says yes. Every time. Because Erik hates the music in these places, but he loves watching Charles love the music. He loves watching Charles move his body to the beat, loves pressing his chest to Charles' back and feeling the music through him, feeling his bones vibrate with the bass and feeling Charles vibrate up against him, his body warm and malleable as he presses against Erik and closes his eyes and smiles as Erik's hand holds him there, low on his stomach, flirting with the hem of his shirt.
Don't you love this? Charles thinks as the chorus kicks in and the whole dance floor seems to move as one.
Erik presses his nose into Charles' hair. It smells like sweat and beer and cigarettes, even though Charles doesn't smoke and is drinking vodka. He slinks even closer, plastered to Charles' back and thinks, Yeah, yeah I do love this.
He's rather sure they're talking about two different things. He presses closer and doesn't care.
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the rest of the days:
1. Holding hands
2. Cuddling somewhere
3. Gaming/watching a movie
4. On a date
5. Kissing
6. Wearing each others’ clothes
7. Shopping
8. Hanging out with friends
9. Making out
10. Eating icecream
11. In a different clothing style
12. During their morning ritual(s)
13. Spooning
14. Doing something together
15. In formal wear
16. Dancing
17. Cooking/baking
18. In battle, side-by-side
19. Arguing
20. Making up afterwards
21. Getting married
22. On one of their birthdays
23. Doing something ridiculous
24. Doing something sweet
25. Doing something hot
Um, Daycare! Super early daycare!
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hanging out with friends (~350)
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Erik doesn't like going out because Erik doesn't like people. Erik does like Charles, however and, when weighing how much he dislikes people versus how much he does like Charles, he finds Charles winning out by a large margin and thus he finds himself elbowing past people to get to the bar at some packed club on a Friday night.
"Moira's boyfriend dumped her," Charles had said. "And it's my job as her best friend to take her out to drink and forget. She said you can come, if you'd like."
Faced with the prospect of a Friday night without Charles or a Friday night in a crowded bar, Erik found himself exchanging his torn, stained working-from-home jeans for something more appropriate and now he's paying far too much money for watered down drinks while Charles and Moira animatedly wave their hands at each other, obviously having a mental conversation thanks to the ridiculous din of the terrible music.
Fucking hell, but Erik hates clubs.
At least, he hates them up until the moment when a song Charles recognizes comes on. His eyes light up and he grins and grabs Erik's hand and shouts out loud, "I love this song! Dance with me?"
And Erik says yes. Every time. Because Erik hates the music in these places, but he loves watching Charles love the music. He loves watching Charles move his body to the beat, loves pressing his chest to Charles' back and feeling the music through him, feeling his bones vibrate with the bass and feeling Charles vibrate up against him, his body warm and malleable as he presses against Erik and closes his eyes and smiles as Erik's hand holds him there, low on his stomach, flirting with the hem of his shirt.
Don't you love this? Charles thinks as the chorus kicks in and the whole dance floor seems to move as one.
Erik presses his nose into Charles' hair. It smells like sweat and beer and cigarettes, even though Charles doesn't smoke and is drinking vodka. He slinks even closer, plastered to Charles' back and thinks, Yeah, yeah I do love this.
He's rather sure they're talking about two different things. He presses closer and doesn't care.
*
the rest of the days:
1. Holding hands
2. Cuddling somewhere
3. Gaming/watching a movie
4. On a date
5. Kissing
6. Wearing each others’ clothes
7. Shopping
8. Hanging out with friends
9. Making out
10. Eating icecream
11. In a different clothing style
12. During their morning ritual(s)
13. Spooning
14. Doing something together
15. In formal wear
16. Dancing
17. Cooking/baking
18. In battle, side-by-side
19. Arguing
20. Making up afterwards
21. Getting married
22. On one of their birthdays
23. Doing something ridiculous
24. Doing something sweet
25. Doing something hot