#PilotGunner

[oneangrykneegremlin]

Mateo: You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes.

Wade, stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

[invalidmanokit]

Capsized PT. 2

--- Several years in the future ---

“Wade, you better look me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth.”

Wade smirked, leaning forward to pin Mateo to the wall. He did indeed look Mateo in the eyes, but it was devious.

“You can’t expect me to look you in the eyes and be straight.” He growled, his smirk turning more smug with every word. 

Mateo rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant.”

“Yeah, and?”

Wade chuckled and pulled the ex gunner into a tight hug, nuzzling into his hair. 

“You can’t butter me up and expect me to just forget about this, Wade.” Mateo sounded serious, but he was struggling not to smile.

“Sure I can!” 

Wade planted several tender kisses on Mateo’s head before grabbing his face in both of his hands and rubbing their noses together. He kissed Mateo’s soft lips, moving his hands down Mateo’s sides and resting them on his hips. He kept their foreheads pressed together when he pulled away from the kiss.

“Pretty boy~” Wade mumbled, rubbing his thumbs on Mateo’s sides.

“It’s not working~” Mateo sang, smirking and draping his arms over Wade’s shoulders.

“You know it’s working~”

Wade swiftly picked the short Latino up off the ground, swinging him around and tossing him to the bed. Mateo laughed, playfully fighting back as Wade snuggled with him. 

“Fine!” Mateo gave in, wrapping his arms around Wade’s neck and hugging him close. “You’re infuriating”

“I know~” 

Wade settled in, laying his head on Mateo’s chest. He smiled contently. “I love you.”

“I love you too, pendejo,” Mateo replied lovingly, gently stroking the pilot’s head.

-

Mateo jolted, gasping for air as he struggled to sit up. Wade was still laying on his chest, which he couldn’t handle at the moment. Carefully, still panicking, he pushed Wade off of him and to the other side of the bed. He hoped his hyperventilating wouldn’t wake up his partner.

He swallowed, his mouth feeling like a desert, gulping down air like he hadn’t been breathing for hours.

Water was also something he couldn’t handle, but he was dehydrated and needed to drink something. He stood, shakily making his way to the kitchen. The sanded, oak wood floor creaked under his weight. He turned on every light as he passed them, finding the dark too suffocating to deal with. 

He opened up a cupboard, pulling out his favorite glass. He realized he also had a migraine, so he decided to take some medicine while he was up. He filled the glass, taking the medicine and then chugging the rest of the water. Wade’s cat jumped up on the counter to see what Mateo was doing, stretching his fluffy neck to sniff at the glass in Mateo’s hands.

“Hey, Shika.” Mateo reached out to scratch the ‘unlucky’ creature behind his ear. 

His breathing had slowed to an almost normal level, but his anxiety was still through the roof. 

He jumped, feeling two arms wrap around his waist. 

“You okay?” Wade asked gently.

“Yeah.” Mateo relaxed, letting himself sink into Wade’s embrace. 

Wade realized what was happening, carefully loosening his grip and moving his hands to wrap around Mateo’s. “Another dream?”

Mateo nodded. Wade nuzzled into Mateo’s hair in response, gently squeezing his hands. Mateo enjoyed this, he loved how soft Wade’s hands were. Tough, but soft. 

Mateo had been having terrible dreams about drowning ever since they narrowly survived the attack, sometimes panicking over things he typically enjoyed. He loved swimming, but sometimes he wouldn’t be able to handle even a drop of water. He loved having Wade lay on top of him, but sometimes the weight caused him to remember the burning in his lungs.

Wade had learned how to comfort and help the ex gunner. He had some lasting trauma from the incident as well, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as Mateo's. He wasn’t sure why, but it just didn’t bother him as much. 

“Come back to bed,” Wade whispered, talking as gently as he could.

Mateo nodded again and allowed Wade to lead him back to the bedroom. 

Wade moved the comforter aside, allowing Mateo to lie down on his side of the bed. He covered him with the top sheet rather than the comforter, planting a gentle kiss on Mateo's temple. He moved to the other side of the bed and weaseled his way closer to his lover until he could press their foreheads together.

He wrapped both of his hands around one of Mateo’s, lovingly kissing his fingers.

“You sure you’re okay?” 

“I’m okay,” Mateo reassured.

Truth be told, he was okay. He was happy, living on the same property as the rest of his family with the man he wished he could marry, he even had all the pets he could want! Wade was gentle and caring, and that made Mateo happy. No matter what happened, Wade was there for him. He was okay.

Wade carefully moved one of his hands to Mateo’s face, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb. “Good.”

Wade gave him one final kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes, allowing himself to fall back to sleep.

Mateo smiled. “I love you,” He whispered, knowing Wade couldn’t hear him. Mateo returned the kiss.

He felt safe like this, and he knew he wasn’t in danger anymore. He closed his own dark chocolate eyes, listening closely to Wade’s even breathing. It lulled him to sleep.

A thank you to Oneangrykneegremlin for inspiring the first dialogue for this part with an incorrect quotes post

[oneangrykneegremlin]

Mateo: [Raises eyebrows]

Wade: Put those down!!!

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Wade: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Mateo: Go the FUCK to sleep, Wade.

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Wade: Can you come out?

Mateo: Yeah gimme a minute…

Mateo: Wade, I’m gay.

Wade: I know that. Come out to the car.

Mateo: Okay.

Mateo: Car, I’m gay.

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Wade: Are pigeons drones?

Mateo: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.

Wade: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!

Mateo: [Crying] Please let me sleep...

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Mateo: Is something burning?

Wade, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Mateo: Wade, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Mateo: I think I need a hug...

Wade: Good thing I'm hug shaped!

[45 minutes later]

Mateo: You... you can let go now.

Wade: No, I absolutely cannot.

[oneangrykneegremlin]

Arthur: Why are your tongues purple?

Wade: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Mateo: I had a red one.

Arthur: oh.

Arthur:

Arthur: OH.

Lucas:

Lucas: You drank eachothers slushies?

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Wade: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Mateo: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Mateo: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.

Wade: [cracks knuckles] Manslaughter it is!

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[oneangrykneegremlin]

y'all i know it's like 3 am but

What if Wade and Mateo got drunk together what do you think hjsjsksksk

If your not comfortable with this topic please ignore this 😭 my cousin made me this support strong drink and now this is all I can think about 💀💀💀I'm just curious lol but I know not everyone is okay with this topic

Hard to say since alcohol is one of those things that hits different for everyone and it depends on how much they’ve had

They’d probably just be loud and rowdy and laugh uncontrollably at the stupidest things, but Wade would also probably try to do dumb shit. Even drunk, Mateo would try and keep him from getting hurt. Typical “go white boy go” shenanigans LMAO like Wade definitely stands on a table at some point I feel like.

But eventually if they get plastered enough they just start sobbing over how much they love each other 😭😭😭

[oneangrykneegremlin]

Mateo: [admiring a sleeping Wade] You’re so cute.

Wade, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Mateo, lovingly: I know.

[oneangrykneegremlin]

Wade: Hey.

Mateo: Hey?

Wade: I can't sleep. :/

Mateo: I can. Goodnight.

[oneangrykneegremlin]

Mateo: We both look very handsome tonight.

Wade: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you."

Mateo: I couldn't take that chance.