"𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊" : 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

"baby, you're a haunted house" by gerard way (willxalex) [au]

author's note

so, like, this one is really fucking long. i might post another one this week but really don't expect one. but, i'll do my best. also, if you haven't noticed, i changed the cover and the title of the book. please, if you have suggestion, i'd appreciate that a lot. or just tell me what ships or whatever you wanna see. thanks, guys.

"no, don't get up. please." i whine, arm falling into the sea of white duvet dejectedly. "stay in bed with me. just a little longer." will turns with a charming smile, pulling a shirt on. he's so unbelievably handsome. 

"i have to take a shower, sorry," he signs back, burshing a quick hand through his bed-hair. his collarbone is a marked-up map of where'd been last night, trails of little purple-red splotches disappearing under his clothing. i look up to him through my eyelashes. "i'll make you breakfast if you get up." i groan, dragging myself out of bed and after my boyfriend.

"you're lucky i love you so much," i grumble to myself. i hang myself off his broad shoulders, face buried in his back as he makes our eggs. i can feel him humming something to himself softly. "i'm picking you up tonight, right?"

"yeah, i end at 9 today." he puts a plate in front of me, kissing the top of my head. "enjoy."

"thank you." i dig in, watching him eat as he cleans up the mess he'd made. will had lost his hearing around the age of eight due to a mal-treated ear infection. according to him, it didn't affect him that much growing up, apart from the obvious things. we met year 6 and became practically inseperable. he asked me out year 10 and we had our first kiss, two nervous teenagers, that day in my childhood bedroom, will's blushing pink cheeks contrasting heavily with the blue on the walls. even though there's been lows, i've been so much happier.

"i'm going to go get ready, yeah?" i nod, dropping my plate off in the sink before making my way to get dressed. within ten minutes, i'm by the front door and waiting impatiently. i cross my arms over my chest, keys jingling.

"will! we gotta go!" i call, annoyed, keening for a yell back. i swear to god, this boy makes us later every single time. "will! let's go!" oh wait. i facepalm. "i'm so fucking stupid." wills comes clattering down the stairs. he grabs his cap from the living room and shrugs on an adidas jacket. damn, he looks fit. how do i deserve this?

"okay, i'm ready." i chuckle nervously, not bothering to mention my little slip-up. the weather outside is very england-like, the sky is grey and i can feel soft rain on my skin. my boyfriend reaches to absentmindedly link our fingers. i watch his face as we walk, his eyebrows are furrowed. he's evidently deep in thought about something. i nudge him from the side, running my thumb over his knuckles to catch his attention, to kind of silently ask 'what?'. his frown lines smooth out at my concern. he dismisses me with a gorgeous smile, the sides of his eyes crinkling. we sit in the car. it's hard to talk when i'm driving, both hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road. before i start the ignition, i turn to him. he's watching rain turn freshly fallen snow from last night into slush. i've had so many people tell me that it's sad that i have to take care of my boyfriend, that i could be doing "better" things than this. i've had so many people tell me that this relationship is a waste of time and effort, that he's a waste of time and effort, that he'd never  amount to anything. and, to me, anyone who says those things has so clearly never met will it's laughable. will, like most other deaf people, isn't mentally slow and handicapped. he isn't some prick who leeches off me for food and rent. the most he'll usually need me to do for him is turn the tv volume down to a normal level and answer his phone. he's a witty, sexy, hilarious, empathetic man who has achieved and overcome so much and should absolutely be proud of where he's come in life. "damn, with how much you're staring at me, i'm either really fit and you wanna shag or horrifically deformed." i'm broken from my chain of thought to my boyfriend's wide grin. i roll my eyes and hold his jaw in place to press our lips together.