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Hey. So it’s been a while.

I still have a davenzi AU that had been sitting unfinished (at ~90k) for like a year at this point.

Don’t know if I will ever get the time (and motivation) to get it done, so idk if it’ll ever be finished. Lmk if y’all wanna see it.

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I’ve forgotten how to write but let’s try something for NYE.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Druck | SKAM (Germany) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Matteo Florenzi/David Schreibner Characters: Matteo Florenzi, David Schreibner, Laura Schreibner Additional Tags: New Year's Eve, Slice of Life Summary:

In the chaos of life, they find certainty and comfort in each other. Just a short slice of a quiet New Year's Eve with them.

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The long overdue last part of the blind date fic at @dungeonguild is now out and it once again did not show up in the tags

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‘cause i know you’re gonna treat me right - davenzi fic [⁴⁄₄]

Hi, this is long overdue but it has fallen to me (@davenziabend) to finish the blind date fic, so here goes -

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There is a spring in Matteo’s step as he strolls down the street that he recognises would lead to the cafe, the one that is in the North side of Berlin that Amira took him to six months ago; the one that he only realises that he has nearly never visited, with anyone other than David that is, given how it is far removed from the places that his friends usually frequent. Speaking of David…

He pushes open the door to the cafe, eyes scanning the establishment to look for the unmissable beanie among the patrons. It is not that difficult to find it, considering that he finds it at the exact table that he sat at six months ago. David, seemingly equipped with a sixth sense of Matteo’s presence, raises his eyes and looks at Matteo just as Matteo has found him, and Matteo would be lying if he says his heart did not just skip a beat.

He would be embarrassed to admit it in any other circumstance, alongside with the hitch of his breath that he pretends to have not noticed himself, but does Matteo really care about how he is reacting himself or what anyone else would think if they have known, when David is smiling at him with the toothy grin he has all the way across the cafe with a slight tilt of his head, shining at Matteo like the sun?

He crosses the short distance between them which nonetheless feels like too far, and plops down opposite David, a cup of coffee already waiting for him. He wraps his palms around the cup, the coffee is still hot, right at the temperature Matteo likes it - not scalding hot but not lukewarm either.

“Nice table.” Matteo comments, in lieu of a proper greeting, though a game of footsie is afoot already under the table.

Instead of acknowledging that he deliberately chose the table at which they first met, David makes a reference to the occasion instead. “I hope you’re expecting a date this afternoon?”

“Oh no,” Matteo feigns with all his dramaticness and mock horror, “with whom?”

Before he can even register it, David has reached over and flicked his button nose.

“Ow, rude!”

The self-satisfied chuckle that came out of David however, more than makes everything more than right for Matteo. He would never get enough of the sound of it; or of David’s honey like voice; or his thoughtfulness; or just… everything that is David.

God is he whipped.

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The act that they did not hit it off went as successful as Matteo’s attempt last week to look for evidence that aliens are a thing in Berlin - which is to say, by David’s assessment, a hilarious failure. It had been maybe a week since they met when Matteo proposed this whole act, ostensibly to get back at Amira for being sneaky, and being a love-drunk fool, David agreed to it without giving it any thought.

While David was more than capable of playing his part in front of Amira, Omar and Essam, not really initiating any meaningful interaction with Matteo as they were in the Mahmood household hanging out, Matteo only barely managed to not talk to David, all the while staring after him when he thought no one was looking and very obviously paying attention to whatever David was doing or saying. The whole act lasted all of thirty minutes, when an inquisition materialises itself in the form of Amira questioning his helpless boyfriend while David disappeared into the bathroom, coming back to seeing Matteo tongue-tied and looking at him pleading for help. He just let out an amused sigh, walking over to the group and pressed his lips to Matteo’s temple, squeezing himself onto the couch next to him and wrapping an arm around Matteo’s middle.

“It’s all his idea.” David volunteers the information just as Matteo got comfortable melting into his side, content to not say anything and pretend that the Mahmood siblings were not there.

“Traitor!” Matteo yelled indignantly, but his protests are heeded by exactly no-one in the vicinity.

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Fingers snapping in front of his face draws David out of his reminiscing, a habit David knows Matteo picked up from his best friend a.k.a. Amira.

“Are you going to tell me more about that film idea of yours or nah?” Matteo asks as he pops a piece of cookie into his mouth, posture fully relaxed and mocks the head-tilt that David does a lot unconsciously.

David smiles, he will never get over the thrill of having someone who not only loves him; not only have so much to talk about with, be it about aliens or music or Matteo’s distinct lack of knowledge about art; not only has fun doing all sorts of things together with David; but also shares unending enthusiasm towards David’s dreams and goals.

“Let’s see… do you mean the one with a techno-loving alien finding himself in Detroit making pasta because he miscalculated his path to Roswell…?”

David could barely finish his sentence when he hears and sees Matteo’s amused snort.

“That’s a new one.”

“Actually, that could be promising,” David pulls out his film ideas notebook, scrawling down something about what he just said off the top of his head, “see? You’re always a fountain of inspiration for me.” He smiles proudly at his boyfriend who blushes.

The smallest of compliments always makes his boyfriend embarrassed and blush, and David would never get tired of the sight of it, or how it makes his own heart swell, that it is him who makes Matteo happy, or flustered, or all the other good things.

He relents though, and instead tells Matteo about the story idea that he has been promising to tell Matteo about - the one about aliens, flying body parts, and the deeper meaning of the search of oneself in the minds of people and the journey to realisation and self-realisation, and the prospect of finding home.

Like David has found home in Matteo.

David was not really expecting anything when he agreed to what Omar proposed, to go on a blind date to some friend of his sister’s. It looked so inconsequential at the time, like a thing that could be slid into the blank on his schedule on that sunny afternoon when he had been low on creativity. What he got out of it was and still is way more than he could imagine or bargain for - giving to David something that he thought he would never find, bringing a new perspective on life into David’s life, illuminating David’s world. The most important thing to David, though, is that he seems to be doing something similar for Matteo, as he was told as much by Amira one time, being pulled to the side while Matteo was out of earshot at some gathering they were all at.

“You’re making that dopey look again zoning out.” Matteo points out.

The smile does not retreat from his face - he only tells Matteo the truth, “just thinking how lucky I am to have met you.”

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I miss you and your writing more than anything. I have reread your stuff so much. Thank you so much for everything. Hope you are doing ok

Hey! I am still around but just have been staying off Tumblr with everything that’s going on (pandemic, political, and work. Mostly it��s work).

I have taken like three days’ leave that is not a weekend since the year started and work has not really stopped (be it in person or working from home) even with the pandemic going down here, so I really have not had a lot of time to myself.

I keep meaning to try and continue writing the thing I have teased a little before but have not really made meaningful progress for months now. I really hope I can get back into it some time because it sucks to let it sit somewhere in the corner and not seeing the light of day.

Thank you for loving my work and I hope that rereading them still brings you joy. Stay safe!

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Michelangelo Fortuzzi photographed by Macus Höhn.

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Ok so when this post comes out of the queue it means my queue has finally run out. I haven’t been around for long and haven’t written in more or less 3 months at least. Life is just, tough at the moment, and also Tumblr is bronk for good (like wtf? a page takes 5 minutes to load ffs).

I am not gonna delete this blog dw, but feel free to dm me if you wanna talk, not that a lot of people is going to talk to me anyway.

I still plan on at some point finishing the fic I have been writing and prolly refill the queue, but I just do not have the energy to do so at the moment.

This has been a psa i guess.

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lukas.alexander.vh daylight insomnia picture by @hammermaennchen

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Michelangelo Fortuzzi in “Naked Animals” (2020)

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hi i know ive been gone, blame it on quarantine (not great for the brain + ive just deleted most of my social media off my phone at this point) and also it took like 14 clicks for the new post button to even do anything for me so that i could write this psa lmao :| the new dashboard is too ugly and dysfunctional for me to use + the opt-out button has vanished, so it looks like tumblr has finally dug itself into a hole deep enough that i’m not gonna bother dealing with it anymore. uhhhhhhhh idk yall lmao ill prolly delete all of my blogs at some point in the near future but ill leave this post up for a bit. i think most ppl who would wanna find me outside of tumblr already have some alternative way of contacting me though (instagram/twitter/discord/whatsapp/telegram/etc) but if u dont then just message me and let me know if u need any of those details ok peace

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“You can’t just leave me alone.”

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Did I just stay up till 5 a.m working on this? Uh... yeah, I did.

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I’m a lost boy.

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david and matteo being soft and gentle with each other

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ok i know we mentioned lukas and michi’s lesbian shirts BUT WHAT ABOUT THE INTERVIEWER’S SHIRT?