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miracleonice87 · 3 years

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Cape Cod Confessions - Kevin Hayes

a/n: this one hit me outta nowhere and I blame my Philly loves @broadstbroskis and @princessphilly for enabling me 😉😘 (jk you know I adore you.) writing this one actually made writing feel fun again. I'm grateful for that. also hey, I'm writing for Kevin Hayes now! keep that in mind for the next prompt list lol.

warnings: I think just swearing. also heads up, this is an OC. I like them and I ain't sorry.

word count: 4.4K+

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The familiar scene in the yard of Kate’s parents’ summer home on Cape Cod would normally fill her with contentment and peace, as all her family and closest, lifelong friends were gathered together in celebration. Her brother was marrying his college sweetheart in twenty-four hours, and Kate had every reason to be happy.

Today, though, after not being part of such an occasion for many months due to work obligations back in Seattle, Kate felt strange pangs of guilt and discomfort. Days like today made her wonder why she had ever left Boston in the first place.

And seeing her childhood best friend Kevin manning the grill, his nieces and nephews hanging from his long limbs as he promised them he would play with them as soon as the food was finished, made her wonder why she had ever left him in the first place.

How she had ever left him in the first place.

Kate was still lost in her own thoughts when, from across the lawn, she heard a shrill scream, followed by an ecstatic, “Auntie Kate!”

Her goddaughter Neila’s voice was unmistakable, and Kate set her purse on the grass just in time to catch Neila on her running jump, all the way from her Uncle Kevin straight into Kate’s arms. Pure joy flooded Kate’s soul as she caught Neila, giggling, and held the little girl to her chest.

“My beautiful Nene!” Kate exclaimed, kissing her cheek. “I missed you!”

Neila pulled back, pushing her hair away from her face. “I missed you, too,” she said sincerely before throwing her arms around Kate’s neck again.

A moment later, Neila wriggled out of Kate’s hold and turned toward the crowd of family and friends on the patio.

“Auntie Kate is here!” Neila announced, eliciting chuckles from the adults. Except for one — Kevin, whose eyes had already been glued to Kate since his niece’s initial squeal upon discovering her arrival. He’d turned his back on the grill to find his niece holding onto Kate’s hands and hopping backwards in an effort to pull her to join the party on the patio.

Kevin looked on as Kate threw her head back in laughter, and he felt the sort of distinct happiness that he only found when Kate was near. He couldn’t stop staring, mesmerized by how radiant she looked in her lilac sundress, with her curls thrown over her shoulders… that is, he couldn’t stop staring until his brother clapped him hard on the shoulder.

“Steaks are gonna burn, Kev,” Jimmy said loudly in order to bring Kevin back down to earth. Kevin simply nodded and turned back to the grill. Jimmy’s eyes traveled to where Kate stood reuniting with her immediate family, and a soft smile found his lips.

“She looks beautiful, no?” Jimmy spoke into Kevin’s ear, more softly this time. He was always more than willing to publicly embarrass his little brother when it came to an array of subjects. But Kate wasn’t one of them. Jimmy wouldn’t dare.

Kevin only nodded, again. Jimmy squeezed his shoulder, then scooped up his little son in his arms and headed to see his old friend.

Kate’s parents, her older brother Patrick, and his fiancée Joelle had just finished taking turns greeting her with hugs when, over her brother’s shoulder, she spotted Jimmy carrying Beau.

“Baby Beau!” Kate gasped, holding out her hands as Beau smiled and reached out for her. “Who let you get this big?!” she questioned as she took him in her arms. He simply giggled and laid his head on her shoulder.

“Hello, Kathleen Paige,” Jimmy greeted, using her full name as he had for Kate’s entire life, no matter how much she had hated the Irish moniker as a young kid.

“Hi, J,” she replied fondly, leaning in so that he could wrap her in a hug and plant a kiss to her forehead. “Your boy is getting way too big,” she told him, tickling Beau’s belly and making him laugh.

“Tell me about it,” Jimmy said. “How are you? You look great.”

Kate glanced downward, tucking some hair behind her ear.

“Thanks. I’m okay,” she replied uncharacteristically dryly, switching Beau to her other arm. “It’s good to be home,” she added without elaboration.

Jimmy nodded in understanding.

“It’s good to have you home,” he agreed, then tilted his head toward the house. “Kristen’s inside. She can’t wait to see you.”

Kate beamed at the mention of Jimmy’s wife, one of her closest friends for years now.

“I can’t wait, either,” she said, just as Beau reached back toward his dad, making them both laugh. “Here, take your mini me. I’m gonna go finish my rounds,” she told him as her eyes flickered in search of the younger Hayes brother.

Jimmy retrieved his son and smirked down at her, his own eyes dancing.

“You do that,” he encouraged, teasing in his tone.

Kate rolled her eyes, but, just as Jimmy had anticipated, she headed straight toward the barbecue next, passing at least a dozen other people who had been waiting to see her.

“Hey, grill master,” she said, her hand gently coming to rest on Kevin’s back.

Her touch took him by surprise, and he nearly fumbled the tongs in his hands as he turned to greet her, his tall frame towering over hers.

“Hey, Katie girl,” he spoke, and Kate realized just how much she had missed that voice speaking those very words. She could only grin like an idiot.

Kevin pulled Kate in, his arms crushing her against his chest, and she hugged his waist as she felt his heartbeat against her ear.

“Missed you,” she said simply.

“Missed you, too, Kate,” Kevin said, his voice rumbling against her cheek. She pulled back to look up at him with a relieved sigh as he grinned at her.

And in that moment, she finally felt some of the contentment and peace she’d been searching for.

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Hours later, after the cookout lunch and the rehearsal dinner, when the attention-commanding nieces and nephews had long been put to bed, Kevin found Kate where he’d always found her on summer nights at the Cape — down at the boathouse, her feet dangling above the water, her short stature prohibiting them from actually being submerged.

“Fancy meetin’ you here,” he found himself saying — immediately followed by an internal monologue of, God, Kevin, why are you so fucking lame?

Despite his pathetic attempt at humor, Kate still smiled up at him.

“I knew you’d find me eventually,” she replied, letting her gaze drift back across the water.

Kevin hummed in response as he set down the pair of beers he’d brought and took a seat on the dock beside her.

“I’m surprised you’re not with the girls,” Kevin said. “They’re up there poppin’ bottles in the kitchen.”

She laughed softly at the thought. “Nah, just needed some time to think,” she told him.

Kevin nodded, knowing not to press any further if Kate wasn’t feeling forthcoming.

“Well, I come bearing beers,” he said, offering her one of the bottles.

With a grateful sigh, she murmured a “thank you,” and accepted the cold beverage. And that was just another item that fell somewhere in the middle of the long list of reasons why Kevin adored her — because she never needed champagne or an apple martini or a Mai Tai. A beer that matched his always suited her just fine.

Kevin was smiling at the thought, and when Kate caught him, he quickly saved face by lifting his bottle in the air.

“A toast,” he announced. “To Pat and Joelle.”

She nodded, lifting her beer toward his. “To Pat and Joelle,” she echoed, clinking the neck of her bottle against his. “Cheers.”

Kate took a long pull, looking back across the cape, and after a few silent moments, Kevin casually reached for her ankles and swept her legs atop his lap, his free hand resting on her shin. It certainly wasn’t anything unusual — anyone who knew Kate and Kevin and their relationship knew that they had always been affectionate with one another. (So much so, in fact, that on many occasions, Jimmy had muttered, “Jesus Christ, just fuck already.”) But it had been so long since he had initiated such a gesture that Kate would have been lying if she said her breath didn’t catch in her throat a little.

She sniffed and made work of picking at the label on her bottle, trying to act as cool and collected as possible.

“You look great, Katie,” Kevin eventually piped up, interrupting the silence and making Kate feel somehow more nervous and more at ease all at once. She tucked her chin to her chest with a breathy chuckle. “I mean it,” he added earnestly. “I should’ve said it before, but… anyway, just wanted to tell you now.”

She tilted her head up to look at him, and Kevin had to remind himself to breathe as she shot him her famous pursed-lipped smile, pushed to one side of her mouth.

“Thanks, Kev,” Kate said softly. “You do, too.”

“How’s work?” he asked, assuming that he’d be posing a simple, run-of-the-mill question, one that might lighten the mood and give his heart rate a chance to slow a bit.

But Kate snorted, lowering her bottle from her lips after a swig. “What work?” she asked cynically.

Kevin’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

She cleared her throat, turning to face the full moon instead of him. “The magazine shut down,” she finally admitted. “It’s been almost a month now, I guess.”

And for once in his life, Kevin was speechless.

Kate had started working for the small, independently-owned Pacific Northwest tourism magazine five years ago — the publication was the whole reason she’d moved to Seattle in the first place. She was so proud of her photography that was featured in each issue, and so was Kevin — though Kate didn’t know it, he had subscribed to the magazine after her first photo was featured in an issue early in her time on staff. And since the monthly magazines were mailed to his place in Philly and not in Dorchester, he realized that he would have had no way of knowing about the shutdown if it weren’t for Kate directly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kevin asked gently, concern evident in his tone.

She shrugged. “Not something I really felt like talking about this weekend,” she replied, rubbing her hands along her upper arms to warm them from the cool ocean breeze. “Not necessarily something I was all that proud of.”

Kevin’s heart sank. “But it isn’t your fault, Kate,” he said, squeezing her calves. “You didn’t have any control over the magazine going under.”

She heaved a sigh. “I know, but…” she began, tipping her head back wearily, “it just feels like everything’s crashing down around me in Seattle. Half a dozen of my friends have moved away in the last year, my freelance clients are dwindling seemingly by the day because everybody and their mother think they can be their own photographer, and now the magazine’s gone. It just feels like I’m failing at everything, Kev. Failing at life.”

“Hey,” Kevin said firmly — immediately. He nudged her chin with his thumb so that she was looking straight at him, those sea blue eyes of his suddenly the only thing she could focus on, as all of her self-doubt was washed away, even before he continued to speak. “You are not failing. You’re 28 years old. This is just a part of growing up, Kate,” he assured. “This shit happens to everyone. Remember when I got shipped to Winnipeg and then to Philly so quick? I went through the same shit. I felt like nobody wanted me, like I couldn’t do anything right. But it got better. It always does, Katie. Especially for people with as good a heart as you.”

Kate sniffled, wiping at a lone stray tear with her knuckle.

“Thanks, Kev,” she said softly, followed by a few more quiet sniffles. “You’re the best. Reasons why I love you,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

Kevin’s brows lifted and his eyes widened as he looked at her, wondering if he’d just heard her correctly.

As with the physical touch, it had always been this way with Kate and Kevin when it came to their long-simmering feelings for one another. One of them would slip up and say some shit like “I love you” or “you’re so hot” or “come home with me,” and then try to play it off or walk it back, while the other person was left reeling, unsure of whether or not the other had truly meant what they’d said.

“I mean, you know, like I—”

“I love you, too, Kate,” Kevin said without hesitation, not walking anything back, interrupting Kate’s hopeless stuttering.

She glanced at him, taking a few chugging sips of her beer, and shook her head.

“No, you don’t,” she asserted flatly. “You’ve had a lot to drink. So have I. It’s a wedding weekend and we’re—”

“No, Kate,” Kevin insisted. “I mean it. I-I love you.”

And Kate suddenly felt really dizzy, like, really dizzy, and not because of the alcohol or the day she’d spent in the sweltering July sun. Dizzy like her best friend since diapers had just fully admitted that he love loved her in a manner far more sincere and more convincing than all those other times before.

“I… I gotta go to bed, Kev. Big day tomorrow,” Kate said abruptly. She drew a deep breath, swung her legs out from beneath Kevin’s hold, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pushing herself up from the dock and heading for the steps. “‘Night.”

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“You did what?!” Jimmy asked on the golf course the next morning, coughing as he nearly choked, not because of his cigar smoke, but due to pure shock upon hearing his brother’s declaration.

“I told her I loved her,” Kevin said. “And she told me I was just drunk, and I told her I wasn’t, and then she went back to the house.”

“I think I need to lie down,” said Keith Yandle, Kate and Kevin’s mutual lifelong family friend, as he dramatically took a seat in the golf cart.

Jimmy stood slack-jawed in front of Kevin, waiting for more.

“And?!” he finally prompted.

Kevin shrugged. “And I haven’t talked to her all morning,” he said, earning groans from Jimmy, Keith, and Noel Acciari, another longtime member of the crew. “But I don’t regret it. And I’m bringing it up again tonight.”

“At her brother’s wedding? What, are you nuts?” Jimmy accused.

“No, that’s perfect,” Keith bellowed. “You know how girls get about weddings. All gooey and shit. Just get her a couple drinks at the reception. She’ll cop to loving your sorry ass, too. We all know she does. This has only been about three decades in the making.”

Kevin hated to admit it, but Keith was right, and he knew that Jimmy knew it, too, as Jimmy stood with his hands on his hips, sighing as he exhaled cigar smoke.

“Alright, fine,” Jimmy said, putting his hands up and rounding the golf cart to take the driver’s seat. “That’s not your worst idea ever, Yands. And you know what, Kev? I’m proud of ya. I wasn’t sure ya had it in ya.”

Kevin let out a singular chuckle and adjusted his golf hat.

“Neither was I.”

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“He said what?!” Kristen said loudly from the makeup chair as Kevin’s sister Justine squealed in the hair chair next to Kate’s.

“He told me he loved me,” Kate replied incredulously, still not convinced that last night was anything more than some fever dream. “Like, actually loved me. And I didn’t say it back. Because I’m an asshole.”

“No, you’re not,” Kristen assured firmly as Justine waved Kate off. “He caught you off guard, that’s all. You’ll have plenty of time this weekend to make it up to him,” she said, waggling her eyebrows.

Justine flung out an arm and squeezed Kate’s elbow.

“Wait, are you gonna say it back?” she asked in a sharp whisper.

Kate just pursed her lips, smiling crookedly.

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“Jesus fuck,” Kevin muttered as Kate walked into the narthex of the church to be lined up for the walk down the aisle. Noel elbowed him in the ribs.

“We’re in a church, bud,” Noel muttered. “You’re gonna get struck down, and I’m gonna be standing next to you when it happens.”

Kevin barely heard him as he watched Kate approach her brother, who let out a “wow” at her appearance and pulled her in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Wow was putting it lightly. Her hair was left long and curled, save for a few pieces pinned back from her face, and she donned an elegant, v-neck, pale blue bridesmaid dress that appeared to have been designed just for her. Her makeup, though simple, was flawless, accentuating her strong features, making her hazel eyes, in particular, impossible not to notice.

Kevin had never seen Kate look more stunning in all his life. And that was saying something.

Kate turned toward the groomsmen next, her eyes immediately locking with Kevin’s, despite Jimmy’s wolf whistle and Noel’s “damn, Katie.”

She shot them both an eyeroll before refocusing on Kevin.

“Hi,” she said dumbly.

“Hi,” Kevin repeated. “You look beautiful, Kate. Perfect.”

There was that pushed-to-one-side, pouted-lip smile that made Kevin’s pulse race.

“Thanks, Kev,” she replied. “You look really handsome.”

Kevin gave her a grateful smile, then took a step closer to her.

“Can we talk later?” he asked, softly enough that he hoped no one else could hear and then subsequently give him shit for asking such a middle school question. His breath against her ear sent shivers through Kate, and his low tone made her mouth go dry.

She nodded, looking up at him doe-eyed and unable to form a single word. He nodded, too, and before she knew it, he was reaching for her hand, brushing a soft kiss against the top of it, and giving it a quick squeeze.

Kate didn’t have a chance to overanalyze his actions because the wedding planner quickly marched through the group, announcing that Patrick and his groomsmen needed to make their way to the altar for the start of the ceremony. Kate stepped forward to pull her older brother in for one last hug and a few whispered sentiments, then she smiled shyly at Kevin, smoothing her hand over his lapel as she passed, unaware of the knowing smile that Jimmy and Kristen shared watching the two of them.

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Back at her parents’ house for the reception, Kate was well on her way to a hangover for her flight back to Seattle tomorrow. Naturally, she’d been seated next to Kevin at the head table, and though the two of them hadn’t yet found time for an actual conversation, they each knew it was coming, which only increased the number of trips they’d both already made to the open bar.

After the meal, Pat and Joelle were invited to the dance floor in the middle of the yard, beneath twinkling string lights and the glow of the moon, and the strains of “Marry Me” by Train came over the sound system, filling the salty air with the peaceful guitar melody.

Kate’s jaw dropped just slightly, but enough for Kevin to take notice.

“That asshole,” she whispered.

Kevin held back a laugh at her reaction to this significant, romantic moment in her brother’s life.

“What?” he asked quietly.

“This is my wedding song,” she told Kevin incredulously, putting her hand to her chest. “I’ve said that since I was, like, in middle school. He knows that.”

Kevin wasn’t sure if it was the drinks or how breathtaking Kate looked or the feelings he’d long been pushing down finally bubbling over, now that he had let his little confession slip last night, but he suddenly heard himself say, “We can use it, too. Nobody’ll remember by then.”

Kate stiffened in her chair and snapped her head toward him.

“What?” it was her turn to whisper.

“Oh, come on, Kate,” Kevin said, sipping his whiskey casually. “Let’s not kid ourselves. That’ll be us up there someday.”

And there was that goddamn smile of hers again — Kevin knew she was trying so hard not to pull a full-on, megawatt grin, which was fine by him because he was perfectly happy with this version. Preferred it, actually.

She cleared her throat and shook her head.

“Don’t hold your breath, Kev,” Kate replied lightheartedly. But her tone was… less than convincing, some might say. Even less convincing was the way she almost imperceptibly leaned closer toward Kevin, whose arm rested loosely around the back of her chair.

And at that, Kevin smiled into his glass.

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Somehow, even in the midst of her own brother’s lively wedding reception, Kate still found her way to the boathouse. Kevin hadn’t even bothered to look for her elsewhere — once he noticed that she’d disappeared from the dance floor, he grabbed two Boston Lagers from the bar and headed for the dock.

She smirked when she heard his footsteps.

“Want some company?” he asked on his way down the wooden steps.

“Only if it’s you,” she replied, the flirtation evident in her tone.

Kevin smiled, pleased with that answer, and took his familiar spot next to her.

“Nice day, huh?” he asked, again pulling her legs across his lap before nudging the second beer into her hand.

“Really was,” Kate replied, clinking her bottle against Kevin’s for yet another toast.

They sat wordlessly for a few minutes, staring out at the water, listening to the laughs and chatter and music from the party up in the yard.

Eventually, Kevin cleared his throat, drawing Kate’s attention.

“Listen, Kate, about last night,” he began, but Kate’s anxiety spurred her to interrupt.

“No, it’s okay, Kev,” she said, shaking her head quickly. “You don’t have to explain—”

“No, I do,” Kevin insisted. “I-I don’t know if you’re getting it.”

She frowned. “Getting what?”

Kevin opened his mouth, looking into her eyes, then closed it again with a humorless chuckle.

“I meant it,” he finally said. “I said I loved you. And I meant it.”

Kate couldn’t break from his gaze despite the flipping sensation in her stomach, and despite the warmth creeping up her neck. The intensity of his stare was foreign to her — she was so used to happy, joking, jovial Kev, who never took anything too seriously. Even his earlier comment about their supposed future wedding reception had been tinged with sarcasm.

There was no ounce of him that was kidding now. That much Kate could see.

“You’re perfect for me, Kate,” Kevin continued. “You always have been.”

She blinked, tucking her loose waves behind her ear.

“Kev, I—”

“Wait, wait,” he laughed to himself, shaking his head before taking a long pull from his beer. “Listen, you gotta let me finish, because it took me this long to get this far. Okay?”

She nodded. He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on hers.

“I love you, Kate,” Kevin said. “I love you in the worst way. The most real way. Not just some fleeting, fling-type shit. I mean, I want it all with you. Everything. The whole fuckin’ thing. Ring, wedding, babies in little ‘13’ jerseys. Nice house, a dog. Picket fuckin’ fence. I want what our parents have. And our siblings. You’re the only person I wanna share that with. Ever.”

Kate was crying now, blissfully unfazed that her mascara tears might stain her pretty makeup. Though, they didn’t, because before they could, Kevin’s thumbs had wiped them away, and after rubbing his fingers together, he smoothed his thumbs along her cheekbones.

“And I’ve always known it,” he continued. “But it took you going away and coming back for me to work up the balls to say it.”

Kate hadn’t flinched this whole time, Kevin noticed. In fact, her eyes grew brighter and her soft smile a bit more noticeable with each word he had spoken. But she had yet to utter a word. He studied her in anticipation.

“You gotta say something, Katie girl,” he said nervously. “I’m dyin’ here.”

But there was little left for her to say, she realized, and so instead, she leaned in, cupped Kevin’s neatly-bearded cheeks in her hands, and kissed him like she had never kissed a single soul before. And Kevin kissed her back, his relief evident in his tender touch, in the way he exhaled softly against her mouth.

As soon as Kate pulled her lips from his, hers curled into a breathless smile, and she leaned her forehead against his.

“I love you, too, Kevin Hayes,” she whispered, her fingers combing through the hair at the back of his head. “I’ve loved you since forever.”

“Be with me,” Kevin blurted, as if he actually needed to. “Like, officially. I wanna do this with you.”

She nuzzled her nose against his and circled her arms around his neck.

“Oh, we’re doin’ this,” Kate told him, beaming. She pressed a kiss between his brows and whispered, “Can’t get rid of me now.”

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Three summers later, in her parents’ yard on the Cape, Kate twirled around the dance floor to “Marry Me” by Train with a tall, reddish-brown-haired, blue-eyed boy from Dorchester, the very one she had loved since she was a little girl, long before she even fully understood what love was.

But now, Kate knew exactly what love was, because she knew Kevin.

Her newly dubbed husband leaned down to speak softly into her ear as her song continued to play.

“Remember that night we finally got together, when Pat and Joelle had their first dance here?” Kevin asked. “And I told you, ‘someday it’ll be us up there,’ and you told me not to hold my breath?”

Kate hid her face in his chest and felt her face warm, chuckling bashfully. Her recoiling only caused Kevin to hold her tighter and press a kiss to the top of her head. His thumb and forefinger found her chin and angled her face toward his.

“I’m glad I held my breath, Katie girl,” he said, his voice low.

Kate nodded, her eyes damp with unfallen tears. “I’m glad you did, too, Kev,” she said.

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vldkeith · 3 years

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klancemas prompt #1: coffee shop

a/n: this is the intro to a fic my girlfriend wants me to write, so let's hope i finish it someday lol!

Keith looks up from his phone and blinks, realizing a little too late that the person in front of him is gone and he’s just been left standing two feet away from the counter for absolutely no reason. A little embarrassed, he shucks his bag higher up on his right shoulder and steps forward, glancing down at his pocket as he reaches for his wallet.

“I was just gonna wait and see how long it took you to notice,” says the barista cheekily, and Keith experiences a sharp moment of irritation before he looks up and, wow, every thought he had flies from his head.

Looking back at him is—well, a gorgeous boy, sun-kissed brown skin, long body, lean muscles, smiling a dimpled, freckled grin right at Keith, blue eyes shining and hair wisping perfectly into his forehead.

Swoon. Keith colors red and drops his wallet.

“Woah, hey there!” the hot barista boy says, leaning over the counter in a flash and catching Keith’s wallet before it hits the ground. He offers it to Keith then, laughing a little, and Keith takes it in a daze, about ready to fall over at how pretty and charming this guy is.

“Nice reflexes,” he gets out, and then flushes further at how high his voice sounds and how weird and lame that comment was. The barista boy looks pleased, though.

“I try!” he says graciously, winking at Keith, who feels another heart-shaped arrow strike his chest. “My great reflexes aside, though, welcome to Lava Java! What can I get started for you today?”

Keith feels dread enter his stomach, because his heart is fluttering even when this guy is just giving his customer service script, but god, the way it comes out of those perfect lips makes him feel warm in all the right ways. He is on a time limit, though, and he figures it would be a little awkward if he just stood there and stared at the boy for the next twenty minutes, so he tries to calm his beating heart and says, “Um, just—just a caramel macchiato. Medium.”

“You mean a grande?” the barista jokes, giving Keith a half-smile as he grabs a cup a scrawls a few letters onto it. He pauses, then, and looks Keith up and down. “Alright, what’s the name for this, pretty boy?”

Keith’s mouth falls open—did, did he just get called pretty boy?! By the prettiest boy he’s met in years?!? “I—I—”

“Aw, you’re kinda cute.” The barista’s cheeks turn a little pink as he says this, but Keith is too busy internally panicking to truly notice that. Pretty boy? PRETTY BOY?! “The name’s Lance, by the way.”

“Lance?” Keith repeats, pushed out of his shock and embarrassment by the acquisition of new information. “That’s—That’s a cool name.”

The barista laughs. Keith needs to speed up this interaction, or he’s going to die of talked-to-hot-boy disease. Or something.

There’s silence, with the barista—Lance—staring at him expectantly, pen poised on the cup. Keith realizes he’s waiting for his name. “Oh! S-Sorry, uh—Keith. Keith Kogane.”

“Keith Kogane?” Lance asks, sounding amused. Keith must be the color of a tomato by now.

“…Just Keith. You don’t have to write Kogane.”

Giggling, Lance mock-salutes Keith, but he pauses briefly before he writes the name, and then hurriedly scrawls something before pushing the cup away. “That’ll be out for you soon, Keith! Thanks for stopping in, I hope I’ll see more of you down the line.”

“You will,” Keith says, and then leaves Lance’s vicinity. He gets to the other end of the counter and puts his head in his hands.

Fuck!

☆☆☆

Around five minutes later, Keith answers the call of “caramel macchiato!” and walks out of Lava Java, scrolling through his phone and sipping his drink, mind already turning back to the day of classes ahead of him. He’s got that stupid group project he has to meet with people for for his media criticism class, ugh, but then he has geology and they’re learning about marble today which is so exciting, like, why is marble so prevalent in suburban white homes? What makes marble? Why has marble become this bona-fide status symbol in your kitchen, when it could just as easily be converted to more practical uses, like mortar and pestle, though those already do exist but not as much as they should, so—

Wait.

Keith’s train of thought comes slamming to a halt as his eyes catch sight of the inked name on his cup. He sees the letter M first, and, wondering how someone could mishear the name Keith with an M, turns it over to try to read the rest.

…Mullet Man.

Mullet Man. That’s what’s written there in sharpie. Mullet. Man.

Forgetting his impending classes, Keith lets his anger and annoyance guide him as he spins around and marches purposefully back to the coffee shop, because mullet man?! That’s so disrespectful! His hair isn’t even a mullet, it’s just long! Why’d this guy think he had the right to mock a stranger’s haircut on his drink?!

So much for the cute barista boy, Keith thinks murderously, opening the coffee shop door with a clang and stomping up to Lance. He cuts in front of the person currently being talked to and slams his cup down angrily.

Lance meets him with wary surprise.

“What the hell, dude?!” Keith snaps, pointing at the cup. Lance’s surprise turns to dread. “Why would you write that on my cup?”

Raising his hands in self-defense, Lance sputters, “I—Well! We were talking, and I thought you might like it, you know, if I—”

“What makes you think I would like that?” Keith folds his arms and glares, hard, at Lance, who is rapidly transforming from surprise to anger himself.

“I don’t know!” he says, throwing his arms up in irritation. “But it’s not worth this reaction!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down—”

“Hey, hey, what’s going on here?”

Both boys turn to the right and watch as a beautiful woman with white hair, black skin, and an authoritative air appears from the back door, wearing an apron and frowning. Keith’s never seen her before, but he finds himself straightening up and not meeting her eyes even so. Lance still looks annoyed, though.

“He came in here trying to fight me!” Lance replies scathingly, jabbing a finger towards Keith. Resisting the urge to bite it, Keith whips his head up and barks, “I did not! Look what he wrote on my cup!”

The woman makes her way to Lance’s side and, with raised brows, leans down to look at the cup Keith is showing her. Her eyes morph from surprise to pity to exasperation as she reads, and with a shake of her head, she grabs the cup and, tossing it in the trash, turns toward Keith.

“Sorry about that. He gets excited at times,” she says kindly, grabbing Lance’s arm with her hand. He gazes at her, open-mouthed.

“Allura!” he begins incredulously. “He—”

“I’ll get you a new drink,” the woman—Allura, apparently—offers, picking up a cup and uncapping a pen. “What was the order?”

Feeling a little smug, Keith replies, “Caramel macchiato. Name is Keith.”

Allura writes down the information in broad, loopy letters, and then nods before turning and quickly making the drink, leaving Keith and Lance to give un-subtle death glares at each other. Upon her return, she offers the cup with a sympathetic smile and says, “My apologies, once again. It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you,” Keith says, throwing a smirk Lance’s direction. He colors red. “I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem at all,” Allura says graciously, gaze flitting to the sulking Lance and then back to Keith. “I hope we’ll still see you again?”

Keith shrugs. “I live upstairs, so you probably will.”

“Oh, do you?” Allura asks, brightening up. Lance’s mouth forms an O, which Keith guesses isn’t exactly positive. “Welcome! Did you just move in? Are you a student?”

“Yeah, to both,” Keith says, now feeling a little awkward about all the questions. He truly just wanted to give this Lance a piece of his mind, and though Allura’s appearance was originally beneficial, he thinks that now it’s just causing him problems. “Speaking of that—I’m, uh, about to be late for my first class, so I’ll just…go.”

As Keith starts backing away, Allura says, “Oh—Alright! Well, thank you for visiting! We look forward to your return!” And then, after a few seconds of silence, she elbows Lance, who mutters, “Thanks. And sorry.”

Satisfied, Keith nods at the both of them and dips out, checking the name written on the cup first thing. It says Keith, very neatly and in black, and when Keith takes a sip, it’s as good as the last one was.

Thank god. Hopefully, Lance doesn’t work that often.

☆☆☆

“I don’t understand why you didn’t have my back there,” Lance complains moodily as he wipes crumbs from the counter, active customers having already left. Allura’s working next to him, doing dishes, and she rolls her eyes.

“You can’t just write your number on everyone’s cups, Lance,” she reprimands gently, giving him a meaningful look. “He might not even like men.”

“We were flirting!” Lance bursts out, annoyed. Allura shakes her head—she doesn’t believe him. “We were. He told me I had nice reflexes! And he blushed when I called him pretty. That’s gay!”

Snickering, Allura finishes up the last dish and lays a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder, which sags at her touch. “I thought he was into it,” he murmurs, eyes cast downward. Allura squeezes his shoulder.

“If that was his reaction to your number, he didn’t deserve you, anyway,” she says encouragingly. Then she adds, “Though calling him ‘mullet man’ likely didn’t soften him up to you that much, either.”

“Oh my god, that was a joke,” Lance says, feeling defensive over his failure. “He was supposed to see the number and think that it was, like, cute or whatever!”

“I know, I know.” Allura hums a little, rearranging things that were perfectly fine earlier just to give herself something to do. “Well, I can buy you some ice cream on our way home and we can hope he’s not around often, okay?”

“Yes, please,” Lance says in a small voice, sighing heavily.

Why did their store have to get stuck with that guy living above them?

a/n: check the notes for a link to my ko-fi if u want to support me/my work this december!

#woo! here we go gfkdljgksd #klancemas #monthly klance #klance #klance fanfiction #renfic #op💢

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secretobsessionstuff · 4 years

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Hey if you’re taking requests, could you write something where Madix has a stomach flu and gets sick on Riley’s feet in front of their friends, and they all expect Riley to freak out or run away but instead he proceeds to take care of his boyfriend, albeit shakily? Cuz I noticed how his emetophobia always seems to take a back seat when it comes to madix suffering and I think it’s really cute!

Hello Lovely Anon! Here’s what I shall do. I don’t think Riley can fully handle someone vomiting on him just yet even if it’s Madix, so he does have a more intense reaction in this fic. I filled the request as best as I could while still staying true to Riley’s character. Don’t get me wrong, I love this prompt! But Riley doesn’t love it as much lol.

Trigger Warning: Graphic description of vomiting, panic attack induced by emetophobia!

Riley always thought the idea of a double date was lame. He didn’t want to share his Madix time with anybody but Madix. As it turns, the idea was a surprisingly good one considering that his date was less than talkative. Riley just assumed that Madix was in one of those moods when he loses himself in his thoughts. That was alright. He was used to his boyfriend retreating into himself every now and then, and when Madix emerged, he always seemed more relaxed. Unfortunately, this was not one of those times.

When Micah and Alexi suggested they all go late night strolling in the city, Riley was hesitant. However, as the night grew colder, Riley warmed up to the idea. The darkness of the night sky was a nice contrast to the bright lights of Toronto. Madix’s hand in his was weak and clammy, but Riley didn’t notice. It felt more like he was on a date with Micah and Alexi.

The other couple walked in front and held hands as well. Micah and Alexi were much more talkative. They swung their hands between their bodies and sang terribly. Various shopping bags hung from their clasped hands and swayed as they walked down the sidewalk.

Alexi raised his nose and sniffed the cold city air. It smelt of gasoline, fast food, and cologne. “You guys do this often, Riley?”

“Come to the city, you mean?” Riley smiled even though Alexi was in front of him and couldn’t see his face. “Not really. Our dates are usually calmer than this, to be honest.”

“Ha!” Micah laughed. “Calmer than how Madix is right now? I find that hard to be believe.”

The three boys laughed. Micah was right. Madix hadn’t said much of anything in a while. Riley chuckled but took a moment to really look at his boyfriend. He was looking for some sign that Madix was even listening to the conversation, but all he saw on the boy’s face was a distant look and sweat beading on his nose.

Riley gave Madix’s hand a squeeze. “Micah has a point, you know. You haven’t said much all night.”

“What?” Madix looked up as if only just realizing that he was being spoken to. He squinted as they passed a particularly bright billboard. His brain took a second to register what had been said. “I guess I’m just tired.”

It was only eight, but Riley nodded cautiously. That certainly didn’t mean that he was going to drop the issue though. Something else was going on. “You hot?”

“Huh?” Again, Madix looked liked he was surprised that Riley was trying to talk to him. He actually appeared to be annoyed that someone was bothering him. Some nerve. How dare his boyfriend try to engage him in conversation while on a date.

Riley sighed and shook his head. “You’re sweating. Are you hot?” He was afraid of what the answer was going to be because the night was rather chilly. Sure, Madix had on a coat, but it still worried him.

Madix shrugged and let go of Riley’s hand. He wrapped his arms around his torso and swallowed thickly. As he started to answer, Riley stopped in his tracks, bringing them both to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Hey guys, stop for a second,” Riley called to the other couple.

“What’s the matter?” Micah asked as he and Alexi backed up. They must have seen something they didn’t like on Madix’s face because they both put on serious expressions. “Whoa Madix, you okay, dude? You look really pale.”

Riley didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at his boyfriend. He agreed that Madix looked awfully pale. With both of his hands, he put his palm flat against Madix’s cheeks, who quickly tried to take away his cold hands. “Are you feeling okay, babe?”

“I’m fine,” Madix insisted, even though he knew that was a lie. If only he knew how bad he really felt. He tried breaking free from Riley’s embrace. There were too many pairs of eyes on him and they all asked the same question. Was he okay?

Well, here’s the truth: Madix wasn’t sure if he was okay. He didn’t feel okay. Something was wrong, and every system in his body was telling him that the problem lay with them. His stomach, his muscles, his head. Every sense in his body was going berserk and he felt…he felt…he…

Without warning, Madix pitched forward, still in Riley’s arms, and vomited up his dinner. Riley jumped back but not in time to avoid the splatter of sick that landed at his feet. With a gush of yellow and brown, Madix’s stomach emptied itself in the space between the two of them.

From his vantage point, everything moved really slowly around Riley. In his peripheral vision he could see Micah and Alexi jump back in surprise, but it was in slow motion. He wasn’t really processing what was happening while he grabbed Madix shoulders in an attempt to brace him. Madix’s frame was shaking with the force of each heave, but it didn’t feel real to Riley.

“Oh my God, –” and here’s where things got confusing. Micah and Alexi both began their sentence by evoking the name of God, but Micah finished with Riley’s name, and Alexi said Madix. Despite the difference, they both did the same thing. They just stared wide-eyed as Madix doubled over with a harsh retch.

Micah was the first to react. He approached Riley, ready to get him far away from the situation. It surprised him more than anything when Riley held out a finger, as if to say wait. So, Micah waited.

“Oh Mads,” Riley said as he rubbed his boyfriend’s back. It was much better from this angle. Though Madix heaved up another wave of sick, Riley felt much safer from behind. This was fine. He was fine. He was going to be fine, he tried to tell himself. The person who wasn’t fine was Madix. Remembering this, Riley breathed through his mouth and focused on rubbing his boyfriend’s back.

“Ah Ry…I’m–,” Madix tried to say in between bouts. He was bent over with his hands on knees, trying to speak as vomit filled his mouth. This was very bad. Not only was his stomach roiling, but he could feel Riley’s quivering hand on his back. It made him want to cry.

“It’s okay, baby,” Riley cooed. His voice came out sounding like he was also about to cry. “Don’t speak. Just take your time.”

It was silly of Riley to think that Madix was going to take his time. No, as soon as his stomach stopped spasming, he straightened up and wiped his mouth. His belly still felt like it was going to revolt any second, but he forced himself to stop. This was the first time he had ever thrown up on Riley; he wasn’t going to prolong the process.

Madix turned to face his boyfriend slowly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. Are you okay?”

Riley’s heart was beating a hundred miles per hour. He tried to nod but his head was too stiff. Again, he tried to say that he was okay, but a darkness spread across his vision. He must have swayed on his feet because suddenly three pairs of hands reached out to grab him.

“Whoa, Riley. Take it easy,” Micah said as he held onto Riley’s shoulder. When Madix gagged into his hand, that’s when Micah knew he needed to give Riley a second to himself. “Alright, come with me.”

“But Madix…” Riley heard himself say.

Micah led the boy further away from the scene and toward the nearest restaurant that lined the street. “Alexi will stay with Madix.”

“But I have to help him,” Riley muttered as he was dragged into a building.

“Alexi is looking after Madix, I promise.” Micah brought Riley into the bathroom. “Right now, you need to cool down.”

The fluorescent lights in the bathroom were piercingly bright. They buzzed and filled Riley’s head with noise. He staggered over to the mirror and braced himself on the sink. The face that stared back in the mirror wore a panicked look. Riley felt tears in the corner of his eyes as he slammed his hand on the counter. “Why am I like this? Why can’t I do this?”

“Shh, shh,” Micah said. He reached out to touch the boy but thought better of it. Riley seemed much too agitated at the moment. “You did really well.”

“I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

“You’re not!” Micah said forcefully. “You got him through the worst if it. You stayed. You were there for him. That’s all that Madix could ask for.”

Riley exhaled shakily. He turned on the tap and started washing his hands to give him something to do. Soap and water splashed on the mirror from his quivering hands. “Madix said I was getting better with it.” His voice was steadier, but his heart was still racing.

“He’s right. I wanted to get you out of there, but you stayed,” Micah said softly. “You made the decision to stay and comfort him.”

“Because he would have done the same for me.” As the soap swirled between Riley’s fingers, his breathing slowly returned to normal. He watched for a while longer as the water spiraled down the drain.

With legs of jelly, Riley lowered himself to the floor while drying his hands on his pants. He found a wall to lean against and let his head fall back. The bright lights and the noises disappeared as he closed his eyes.

Micah crawled to the floor as well and slowly started unlacing Riley’s vomit-covered shoes. He gave Riley a moment of peace while he took the shoes off his feet and brought them over to the sink to be cleaned. For a few minutes, the only thing to be heard was running water and the deliberate patterns of breathing that Riley adopted.

After drying the shoes, Micah handed them back to Riley spot-free. He extended his hand out and pulled Riley up from the ground. “We’ll go check on Madix as soon as you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

Instead of replying, Riley walked out the door.

Once outside, Riley and Micah found their dates a couple shops away from where they had stopped. The puddle of vomit was not in sight.

Madix and Alexi were sitting on the cold pavement, their backs against a building. Madix looked pale but better. He sighed when he saw Riley. Resisting the urge to immediately hug his boyfriend, Madix stood up slowly. To his surprise Riley threw his arms around him.

Madix was hesitant at first, but he quickly succumbed and buried his face in Riley’s neck. He breathed in the scent of his boyfriend and dropped the tension in his shoulders. When he looked up from the hug, Madix cleared his throat and wore the proudest of expressions. That’s right – proudest. He didn’t ramble on about being sorry, he didn’t ask if Riley was okay, he simply smiled. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

Riley looked down, only to have his chin gently lifted up again.

“I mean it,” Madix said. His breath smelt like gum. “I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.”

#emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #emeto fic #Madix #Riley #stomach flu #tw #emetophobia #vomiting #puking #Alexi #Micah #anxiety #panic attack

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bxoken-heartss · 4 years

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@tu-sonrisaaa-te-amooo asked: Could you do the 8 and 17 fluff with Joel? tht would be cute (ik u hate him lol u could do zabdi if u want)

Lmao I don't hate him Bby..he can just be a bit dramatic sometimes...that's all 🙆‍♀️

Prompts: (I did a bit of alterations in it so excuse me)

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.” (Prompt 8)

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.” (Prompt 17)

So Y/N is your name

~ ~ ~ means change of scenario.

✓ ✓ ✓ means the end.

So...ahem...this went a bit more than I intended it to go...I swore I would just write drabbles but I guess old habits die hard? So this is it? I hope you like it Dia! 💕😅 (oh new nickname alert)

This song is beautiful and sorta inspired me! 💕

- - -

Y/N and Joel were friends ever since they were little kids...They had met when Joel had gotten lost wandering around in a series of pet shops staring at pets (especially various dog breeds and puppies). When his senses had hit him..he understood he had gotten lost..he began to feel nervous and uneasy and let out childish sobs as he began to run around looking for his mother.

He barely paid attention to anything around him as he only focused in searching for his mother that which eventually ends up with him bumping onto someone.

"Ouch! Why can't you watch where the hell they are going?!" A voice speaks

Joel falls down as he looks at the person speaking...a little girl who held a husky in her arms on the floor angrily glaring at him

"I'm so sorry...I didn't..." He begins as he stares at the husky...

"It's fine...Just watch where you're going at least the- -" She begins

"Is that the Siberian Husky?" Joel asks interrupting her as he stands up

"I'm kind of offended that you interrupted me...But yes...yes it is.." She replies as she possessively holds her husky

"Can...Can I pet it?" He asks as he looks at the husky eagerly

"Well sure I guess..." She says as Joel begins petting the husky.

A few minutes later, the duo had already begun talking about...dogs things in general..

"Y/N! There you are!!" I was looking all over for you!" A voice speaks, tone concerned

"Oh..Mumma..I was just on my way back but then this boy bumped into me and apparently loves Zachary a bit too much.." She says as she points at Joel

And that's when our oblivious little Joel realizes that he was lost and was supposedly supposed to find his mother..not stand here fanboying over a husky.

His eyes widen as he looks around, searching for his mother a.k.a his official/ main intention...Panic strikes his system as he realizes he was obviously potentially lost..

"Are you okay Joel?" Y/N asks

"I'm LOST!" Joel replies as he looks at her letting out childish sobs

"Oh god...Mumma...Help him!" Y/N says

"Listen lil boy...we'll find your mother...do you like know her number or anything.." Y/N mother asks

"Yes..." He replies as he tells her the number letting out soft sobs

The husky jumps onto Joel's arms as it began licking his face. Joel stopped crying slowly as he began smiling a bit.

"Oh my god...He is just so adorable..." Joel says as he pets the husky

"Yeah...he seemingly likes you..strange..he's not pretty comfortable with strangers.." Y/N comments

Soon Joel's mother comes in, her eyes scanning around, her eyes instantly gleaming with happiness as she finds Joel.

"Joel!!!" She says as she runs over and hugs him, Zachary jumping out of Joel's arms onto the ground.

"Mumma!!" Joel yells as he hugs her, sobbing quietly

Y/N stepped away a bit letting them have their moment.

"Thank you for finding him! He's always roaming around..pet stores...or just everywhere in general...I'm so sorry for his careless actions...and all the inconveniences he has caused you..." Joel's mother apologizes

"Oh not at all...He wasn't a bother at all.." Y/N's mother reassures

"Joel...at least next time don't go around without telling your mum! If you want a pet come over to my place...We can play with Zachary together..." Y/N says as she smiles at him, holding her mother's hand

"Okay..I will." Joel says smiling at her as he pets Zachary one last time...

"Bye Joel! See you...well...soon?" She says as she walks off..

That was how it all began...After that, one day he had turned up at her place surprisingly...They were next door neighbours...And eventually they spent a lot of time together..which lead to their everlasting friendship which began at the age of 6..

~ ~ ~

"Joel...when am I going to see you again?" Y/N asks as she lazily sat on his bed whilst she helped him with her luggage.

"Around 9 months...I'll be back soon.." Joel says as he puts in another shirt

"Oh come on...that's technically the entire year!" Y/N comments as she rolls her eyes

"I swear I would have taken you if it wasn't for your Fashion Designing Course..If that had been completed..then you could have joined.." Joel says as he stuffs in something else

"Yeah yeah..it's important right...I'm going to miss you Jo..." She says as she looks at him

"Me too..I wish there was something I could do.." Joel says as he walks over towards her.

"Just promise that you'll facetime me before all your performances..and just text me once at least every day...send me those lame audios of yours...I don't care.." Y/N says as she holds his hand...

He was still here...not gone..why did he have to leave?

"Hey...I'll text you and call you everyday.. You're my best friend...If I wouldn't call you.. who else would I?" He asks as he holds her hand and hugs her

~ ~ ~

"Wow! That was a spectacular show right boys?" Joel asks obviously excited as he walked behind the stage...

"Yes..exhausted but overwhelming..." Richard replies as they walk into the room backstage

Zabdiel immediately falls onto the couch, Erick cools off, Chris begins to fix his hair

"God..Why hasn't Y/N even seen my message! She didn't even facetime me today or even call me! Isn't that just mean?!?" Joel comments as he slumps onto the couch

"Yes...call her mean and every other negative word you could think of Ho-eL! She brought her arse from miles away, sat on a 13 hour flight just so she could surprise her best friend and yet you call her that?" A voice speaks from behind him

"Wait...a minute..." Joel trails as he instantly turns behind and sees Y/N

"Y/N- - !!!!" His tone surprised and shocked as he leaps off the couch and hugs her, a few years falling through his cheeks in the rush of excitement.

"Curls!!" She yells as she hugs him.

They hug on forever none of them every wanting to let go...Until an intentional cough from the guys pulls them away

"Ah...err...Guys! Meet my bestie Y/N!" Joel says as he grabs her hand heading towards the boys

"We talked Curls...I talked to everyone and they all helped me hide...You guys were amazing...The performance was just fantastic!" She comments as the boys yell out a chorus of thanks

"Okay so everyone except me knew that you were here?" Joel asks

"Duh curls...I couldn't sneak into backstage without their help..." Y/N says referring to the boys.

Joel grabbed her arm and pulled her into an empty room and pulls her into a hug again

"I'm so glad to have you here...Thank you for the support.." Joel says

"Wow wow...I never knew I'd see a sweet side of you Joel..." Y/N remarks

"Shut up and just hug me..." Joel says rolling his eyes

She returns the gesture as they kept hugging, an odd source of comfort filling both their veins.

~ ~ ~

"Joel...this is beautiful..." Y/N comments as she looks around the woods.

It was a small forest sort of place filled with thick green trees and a small river which gleamed with reflections of the littered stars that laid scattered in the skies.

"I know right..." Joel says as he looks at the river and at her..

They spent a lot of time making jokes and just talking about life...he had just returned from tour a few days before and thought he ought to spend some quality time with his best....friend...

He almost sighed at his own thoughts..he had begun to have feelings for her...but he didn't want to let them interplay..he didn't want to lose her...he needed her as a friend at least in his life..his feelings didn't have any part in this...but he couldn't help but wonder everytime she smiled..was she thinking about him? Did she think of him..as something more than a friend?

"Joel..Joel...HOEL!" Y/N yells.

Joel's eyes widen in shock as he falls off the log he sat on because of how loud she yelled and how distracted he was..

"Oh god...you are so clumsy sometimes Curls! Wait..actually all the damn time!" She says as she holds out her hand, Joel gratefully accepting her extended hand as she pulls him up.

"Look at that Y/N..My hand was made to fit into yours..” Joel comments as he sits up

Y/N face floods with a tint of pink as she nervously laughs it off..but never lets go off his hand..

"Of course you dummy...We are besties so god made sure it would work that way.." She replies uneasily

"Y/N I want to tell you something.." He says interrupting her from speaking further

An awkward moment of painful silence fills the air...

"What is it Joel?" She asks nervously

"It's.. it's..." Joel begins but his anxiety kicks in.

"If you don't tell her now...you'll never tell her or know if she felt the same.. you'll probably live in regret but you have to! " His inner voice encourages as he takes a deep breath

"I...I like you..." He breathes out

"I like you too Joel! You are my best fr- -" Y/N begins

"No Y/N...I like you more than a best friend.. you make me feel warm and mushy on the inside..I don't feel anything else around anyone else...You make me feel safe, happy. You understand me...We fight..but that's only because you care..but I like you in a different manner...You make me want to the cringy -est stuffs like taking couple pictures, share smoothies together, go on dates...and make me wanna dance with you in between an army of fireflies under the moonlight and what nots.. and to think that you make these cliché activities look normal...that's weird and definitely not something I feel one fine day.. I knew I always had these feelings..But I realized them...only recently...I understand if you don't feel the same..but just so you know I'll keep loving you..on and on..." He finishes off

"Who said I never had feelings for you Joel?" She asks "Every night... I'm just waiting and wondering if you have found someone that'll make you feel like that..Because why not? There are millions out there..prettier, hotter and just beautiful girls out there waiting for you so why would you choose me over them? Yeah... nothing.."

"Y/N I don't care...for you were..are the only girl I've had my eyes on...from the start.. today and forever..." Joel says as he holds both her palms. (I'm low-key swooning 🤧)

Before she could answer, Joel extends his free hand and pulls her up.

They walk over towards a place where the moonlight reflected brightly and the clear water flowing gently, causing small ripples as if it was singing a song.

"Well...can I have a dance with you?" Joel asks as he extends his hand out in a sorta gentleman style

Y/N nods softly as she takes his hand, his hand instantly softly interlocking with hers as she rests her free hand on his shoulder, his free hand holding a space above her waist securely..

As they began to softly dance in sync, an army of fireflies had encapsulated around them causing her to smile wide.

"Look Joel...True to your 'cliché' wishes..the fireflies are here..." Y/N jokes about it as Joel's face floods with a bright pink colour.

They enjoyed the overall aura, the silence suddenly turning comfortable...as they merely enjoyed each others' presence without any words being exchanged.

"So..Y/N..." Joel begins

"Hmm?" She asks as they continue dancing

"Will..will you be my girlfriend?" He asks nervously

Y/N stops dancing as she tries to catch Joel's gaze..but the boy would look at anyone or anything but her..

Y/N stood on her toes as she holds his face with both hands as she stares at his beautiful dark brown orbs, her eyes filled with nothing but love..that too only for him.

Joel looks at her nervously and before he could speak anything, she softly presses her lips against his. He instinctively bends down a bit to reach upto her height as his hands wrap around an area a bit above her waist.

She pulls away, Joel's arms still firmly fixated above her waist as he looks at her

"Did that answer your question Pimentel?" She asks, her tone filled with sassiness

"For real Y/N?" He asks in disbelief

"Yes Joel..For real...I promise you...I'll be there for you..." Y/N says as Joel smiles

"I love you Y/N.." He says

"I love you only..Joel Pimentel.." Y/N says as Joel pulls her in for another kiss.

✓ ✓ ✓

The Ending kinda sucked tbh...but anyways hehehe... I'll try to improve! 😅🙃

#joel pimentel #cnco #christopher velez #richard camacho #fluff #oneshot #zabdiel de jesus #erick colon #fiz's works

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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Escape With Me

Idol: Yoojung (Weki Meki)

Prompt: Hi, my request is a fem reader x weme yoojung scenario: they both like each other but they’re oblivious about it, the reader wants to ask yoojung for the school dance but it’s afraid she’ll get rejected and because of that, the r don’t get to ask her on time, this leads yoojung to go to the prom with some random boy, angst and fluff ending please :)

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I meant to have this up so long ago I’m so sorry. Also I made the reader gender-neutral (and yes, some prom dresses have pockets, before you ask. Mine did). I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

You’d liked Yoojung pretty much from the moment you met her. She was cute, funny, upbeat, and smart. She was always there to make you laugh, and she could always lift the mood of a room. In fact, she was the life of the party, and you weren’t the only person who had fallen for her because of it. You were just one of many of her admirers. Except you happened to be her close friend, too. And that made it difficult.

“I don’t know why you think that,” Elly said, and you glared at her from where you were laying her floor, arms spread out.

“I’m baring my soul, here.”

“I know, but you’re being dramatic!” Your friend shook her head and sat up from where she was sitting on her beanbag chair. “Listen, being friends with her gives you a leg up, if anything. She knows you better, so she’s more likely to accept your feelings.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“That’s how I started dating Suyeon,” she pointed out, and you sighed. That was true, the two of them had been friends before Elly confessed and they started going out. “Plus, you guys are pretty tight. I think she likes you too.”

“Don’t be silly. She treats me like a friend.”

“Okay, true. But she spends a lot of time with you and she’s always willing to share her snacks with you, which is something because I’ve known her longer and she’d break my hand if I tried to take one.”

“Is the snack thing really the best argument you can come up with? She shares her snacks with Doyeon too.” You rolled your eyes and sat up. “Obviously, it’s not just me.”

“Whatever, I’m tired of trying to help you,” Elly said, sticking out her tongue at you childishly. “What made you suddenly remember your unrequited feelings anyway?”

“Prom is coming up.”

“Oh. Good point. I totally forgot.”

“Elly! How could you forget? There’s posters everywhere!”

“I guess I just didn’t notice them.” She shrugged, then narrowed her eyes. “Wait, was Suyeon even going to ask me? When is Prom?”

“In a month.”

“Huh. I’ll have to talk to her about that.” She pouted her bottom lip as she pulled out your phone, and you sighed, knowing that the conversation was over now that she was distracted. Looking down at your own phone, you saw that there was a text from Yoojung, and for a moment, your heart jumped, only for you to shake your head at yourself as you saw the contents.

-Yo! Wanna go off campus for lunch tomorrow? I got coupons!

A whole line of stickers was attached after the message, making you laugh softly. She was so weird, but in a good way.

-Let’s do it.

-Lit! See you then!

“Are you texting Yoojung now?” Elly’s voice made you jump, and you felt your cheeks blush as you looked up.

“Well, yeah.”

“What are you texting about?”

“She invited me to go off for lunch with her tomorrow.”

“Ooh, it’s a date!”

“I doubt it, I’m sure Doyeon will be there too,” you said, causing Elly to groan.

“I give up. You’re hopeless.”

Elly had been right: you were hopeless. When you walked out to Yoojung’s car, fully expecting Doyeon to be there, you almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw her standing there alone, looking at her phone. Doyeon must have canceled, you thought to yourself as you put on a smile.

“Hey, Yoojung. Ready to go?” At your voice, the small girl looked up and beamed at you, putting away her phone.

“(Y/N)! Yeah, let’s go!”

As you walked around to the side of her car, you glanced into the back seat, half expecting to see Doyeon there. She wasn’t there, however, and you raised your eyebrows. Had Yoojung really asked you out on a lunch date? “Was Doyeon not able to come this time?” You asked, trying to be nonchalant as you closed the car door and buckled in. Yoojung glanced at you, a hint of some emotion you couldn’t recognize crossing her face, before she smiled and shook her head.

“I just invited you, silly. Did you want her to come along, are we not close enough to go to lunch together yet?”

“Oh, I was just wondering!” You waved your hands, quickly backtracking as Yoojung laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I’m just teasing you, (Y/N). I know you were just curious.”

Letting out a sigh, you pressed your hand to your heart. “You tease me too much, seriously.” When you looked back at her, she was looking at the road, the same expression on her face from before, and you swallowed, not knowing how to interpret it. So instead, you tried to wave away the awkward atmosphere, not wanting to give yourself any hopes. “Um, so what’s for lunch today?”

“Burgers, is that okay?”

“Sounds good to me!”

“Hey, are you going to prom this year?” Yoojung’s voice was light, like she didn’t know how her words made your heart stop for a moment. She probably didn’t, but it was still a problem as you tried not to choke on the fry you’d just taken a bite of.

“U-um, maybe, why do you ask?”

“Just wondering! I didn’t want to go if my friends weren’t going.” She took a sip of her drink and looked down at her phone. “It wouldn’t be any fun then.”

“Has no one asked you to go with them yet?” The question fit in the conversation, but you were also asking to soothe your own curiosity. “I was half expecting you and Doyeon to go together, since you went together last year.”

“As friends,” Yoojung clarified, looking up at you with that same emotion from earlier on her face. “I haven’t been asked yet this year. Have you?”

“Well, no.” You looked down at the food in front of you, butterflies acting up in your stomach. You were nervous, but still, you at least wanted to give her a snippet of what was going on in your head. Maybe if you gave her a hint, she would ask you instead. “I have someone I want to ask, though.”

“Oh really?” She raised her eyebrows and leaned forward, and you could feel yourself heating up. “Who?”

“I-I don’t want to say yet!”

“Fine, fine. You’d better do it soon, though, prom is just around the corner.” She looked back down at her phone and you willed your heart to calm down as you took a deep breath and glanced at her. She was so cute, would you really be able to do this?

“Hey, Yoojung?”

“Yeah?” She looked up at you, fry halfway to her mouth and a little smile on her face, and the words died in your throat. You couldn’t tell her, not yet. Instead, you put on a little smile of your own and glanced at the time on your phone.

“Isn’t it time we start heading back?”

“Oh. Well, I guess.”

“You could have asked her out right then and you didn’t. You’re an idiot,” Suyeon deadpanned, rolling her eyes from her side of the desk as you whined and buried your face in your hands.

“I couldn’t! She’s too cute, and I don’t think I could handle being turned down by her. Plus, what if it hurt our friendship? I’d hate myself forever!”

“You’re being dramatic again. Just ask her as a friend, and then if she wants it to be a real date, she’ll tell you. Plus, from the way she was acting, I’m sure she’s into you too. Just go for it,” Elly said, leaning her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder and giving you a smile. With a sigh, you looked down at your phone. Her contact was up, and you were staring at her photo, which was probably kind of creepy but you were too lovesick to care.

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Because it is. Just do it. Channel your inner Shia LaBeouf or Nike model and just do it.”

“That was a really lame reference, Suyeon love.”

“I thought it was good.”

“I’m saying this because I love you but never make a dead meme reference again please.”

“That’s a dead meme?”

You groaned and shook your head as you watched your friends go back into their own little world, leaving you and your problems behind. What help they were. Once again, you looked back at your phone, but to your surprise, there was a text from Yoojung on the screen.

-Dude, are you free this weekend?

-Yeah, why?

-Wanna go to the mall?

Your heart started to race again, before you remembered: Doyeon was probably going. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before you made your decision.

-I’m down! Will Doyeon be there?

-Is that your running question now? Lol no but I can invite her if you want

-Nah it’s okay, I was just curious! I have a book to give her

It was a lie, but you needed an excuse as to why you kept asking, otherwise Yoojung would probably get suspicious.

-Oh okay. So we’re on for this weekend? Friday maybe?

-Yeah, I’m down!

-Cool, see you then!

“I can tell you’re texting Yoojung, you’ve got a dumb smile on your face,” Suyeon said, snapping you out of it as she leaned over to pull your phone out of your hands.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Awe, they’re going on a date on Friday.”

“It’s hardly a date,” you refuted, pulling the phone back away. “It’s just hanging out. She called me ‘dude’ that’s not what you call someone you like.”

“I call Elly dude all the time.”

Elly let out a long-suffering sigh. “Unfortunately.”

“Listen,” the older girl said, ignoring Elly, “she’s probably just calling you dude because it’s natural for her. She uses that word a lot. It has nothing to do with whether she likes you or not.”

“Also,” Elly spoke up, “she sounded salty that you asked about Doyeon. And your excuse was kinda lame.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your phone, suddenly nervous. “She doesn’t think I’d rather hang out with Doyeon than her, right?”

“She might, you’re kind of dumb when it comes to these things. But then again, so is she, so who knows.”

“That’s not very encouraging, babe.”

“What, I’m just telling the truth!”

As the two once again disappeared into their own world, you closed your eyes and leaned back in your chair, feeling exhausted. Why did liking someone have to be so hard?

When Friday came, you found yourself dressing nicer than usual. You’d done it without thinking, but now that you were waiting, glancing at your reflection in a store window, you wondered if it was too much. You hadn’t overdone it, right? Just as you started to wonder if you should go home and change, a familiar voice called your name and you turned around to see Yoojung running towards you.

Immediately, a smile made its way onto your face, because she was just so cute. She was wearing a cute white and blue dress with her white tennis shoes and her hair curled and held back by a thick blue headband, and it hit you that she’d dressed up for this too. Usually, she’d just meet you in a hoodie or t-shirt and shorts or jeans. But today, she looked especially cute as she bounced up to you and gave you a huge smile.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t make you wait long, did I? I got a little lost in the parking lot.”

“It’s okay, I just got here too,” you lied with a smile, hoping that your cheeks weren’t red as you turned to face her. “You look cute today.”

At your words, she perked up even more, doing a little spin in her dress. “You think so? I felt like wearing a dress today. It’s warm outside, after all.”

“It suits you.”

With a giggle, she took your arm, making your heartbeat spike. “Thank you, you look good today too. Should we get going?”

“Y-yeah,” you managed to get out. Were you going to be able to survive having all of Yoojung’s attention today? “Let’s go.”

The short answer was no, you weren’t going to survive. Shopping with Yoojung was nothing new, a lot of times the whole group would go to the mall to hang out, shop, see a movie, and eat all in the same place. But being there alone with her was different. She seemed to be more energetic than usual, dragging you from shop to shop and asking you what things you thought she should try on. Honestly, you felt a bit dizzy by it all, but you were happy to be there, even if the only rest you got was when Yoojung left you to look at the back of the store on her own.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), look how cute these bracelets are!” Yoojung called, making you look up from the sweater you were looking at. She was holding up what seemed to be matching bracelets, but you couldn’t tell from far away so you walked over to get a better look. Sure enough, they were matching bracelets, with cute yet simple thin chains in different colors, and with an array of different charms. Some of them had letters and numbers, while others had symbols, like hearts, suns, moons, and infinity symbols. There were even different types of gems attached, and you raised your eyebrows, impressed.

“Wow, they really thought of everything when it came to these.”

“No kidding. I love the initials idea. I think you can mix and match, so like wear two bracelets. The initial would be cute with the heart one!”

“That would be cute,” you said thoughtfully, picking them up to look at them carefully. Maybe.... “I think I like the silver the most, which ones do you like?”

“I like the gold. It feels fancy.” She let out a giggle. “I think it would make any outfit look nice.”

“That’s true.” You glanced down at the clothes she had in her hand. “Were you going to try those on?”

“Oh, yeah! I got distracted. I’ll just be a minute.” As she skipped off to the fitting rooms, you quickly picked up four gold bracelets, two with hearts and two with each one of your initials, and looked them over. It would be the perfect gift to ask her to prom with, and although just thinking about it made you nervous, you wanted to do it.

So you rushed over to the checkout, grabbing the sweater you’d been looking at so that you could have an excuse to have a bag, and by the time Yoojung came out with her choices, you were ready to go, standing near the door.

“You bought something?”

“Yeah, that sweater I really liked before,” you said, holding up the bag, and she gave you a smile, buying it.

“Nice! I’ll be right there, let me pay for these!”

As the two of you left the store, the store next door caught her eye. It was a seasonal shop, the type that only popped up around homecoming and prom time, and her eyes widened when she saw it.

“We should go in there! I need to find a dress!”

“So you decided to go?”

“I think so, yeah.” The small girl laughed and grabbed your hand. “Come on, let’s at least look, yeah?”

“If you insist,” you joked, but you didn’t really mind as Yoojung led you inside. The store was packed full of dresses of a hundred different styles, and honestly it was a bit intimidated to look at them all, but she didn’t seem daunted in the least, looking around intently.

“I wish they made more dresses for short girls,” she said with a huff as she moved to stand beside one of the dresses on display. It was a beautiful, long, floor-length dress, and you had to stifle a laugh because the dress was taller than Yoojung. “This is outrageous! Who can fit this?”

“A giant with heels,” you said, making her laugh and shake her head.

“Whatever. Let’s find the short girls section.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“They have to have short dresses here somewhere!”

Sure enough, near the back of the store was a collection of shorter dresses, ranging in length and style, and she let go of your hand to actually begin to shop. It was more fun than you’d expected it to be, watching her pull out dresses and make jokes about them, so you didn’t mind being there just to help her pick one out. After a lot of jokes about “easy access” and “blinding bling” Yoojung pulled out a dress that made you both go silent. It was actually beautiful, a luscious dark blue dress that had a high front and a longer back. The top of the dress had a thick shoulder sleeve and was covered in tiny dark blue flowers over a lace material, and there was a thin belt around the middle, where the flowers tapered off into little lines on the skirt. The skirt wasn’t too poof-y but still had a bit of a princess look because of the layers of thin lace that ruffled over the underskirt, creating the illusion of depth. It was gorgeous and fit Yoojung perfectly, and as the two of you met eyes, you both knew: it was the one.

“I’m going to try it on,” Yoojung said, and you nodded encouragingly.

“I think it’ll look great on you.”

Sure enough, as soon as Yoojung stepped out of the dressing room, it was obvious that the dress fit her perfectly. She was beaming and did a little spin for you, making you laugh and give her a little clap.

“It looks perfect on you.”

“Thank you. I think I’ll choose this one.” She looked at herself in the mirror. “It makes me feel like a princess.”

“You look like a princess,” you said, truthfully, and the smile you got in return made your heart skip a beat.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then this is the one.” After one more twirl, she headed back for the fitting room. “I’ll be out in just a moment!”

As she disappeared inside, another dress caught your eye. It was a dark green, and although the color wouldn’t have normally caught your eye, the long, mermaid style dress made you think of Doyeon. It would honestly look perfect on her, and you knew it. So you pulled out your phone to snap a photo, just as Yoojung stepped out of the fitting room.

“What are you doing?” She asked, head tilted as she walked over. Without thinking, you brought down your phone and sent the photo to Doyeon with a smile before gesturing to the dress.

“Wouldn’t this dress look great on Doyeon? I just sent her a photo, I think she’ll like it.” It wasn’t until the words were out of your mouth and Yoojung’s face fell that you remembered what Elly had said about you mentioning Doyeon. Immediately, you regretted your words, and Yoojung turned to look at her dress instead.

“Oh, I guess. I’ll have to get my mom to come back with me to get this dress. Also, she just texted me that I should get home, so I should get going.”

Internally kicking yourself, you tried to give her a smile like you hadn’t noticed anything. “Oh. Well, I guess it can’t be helped. I enjoyed hanging out with you today, though, thanks for inviting me.”

“Yeah?” She raised her eyebrows like she didn’t believe you, and you wanted to pull out the bracelets right then and there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you nodded instead.

“Yeah. It was a lot of fun.”

“I’m glad you had fun. I’ll see you Monday?”

“See you Monday!”

As you watched her walk away outside, you sighed, disappointed with yourself. You were just letting her walk away, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Over the weekend, you’d made up your mind. You were going to ask Yoojung to go to prom with you on Monday, and nothing could stop you. You had already told your friends that you were just going to do it and face the consequences, whatever they were. So when you arrived at school with the bracelets in your backpack, you weren’t expecting to be met with sad looks.

“(Y/N),” Elly said gently, reaching out to grab your hand, “Yoojung’s already got a date to prom.” As her words sank in, you felt cold shock wash over you freezing you in place.

“What do you mean? She didn’t have one on Friday. How would she have one now?”

“Apparently Eunwoo met up with her yesterday and asked her to go with him. Everyone’s talking about it.” Eunwoo. The most popular and handsome boy in school. Of course. That made more sense. Of course Yoojung, one of the most popular girls in school, would go with him. You stood no chance.

“Oh. Oh.” You felt dizzy and sick to your stomach, and suddenly, your backpack was a hundred times to heavy. “Well. At least I have my answer.” Swallowing, you glanced from your friends to the school and then back again. “I don’t feel well. I think I’m going to go home.”

“(Y/N),” Suyeon said slowly, like she wanted to say more, but you shook your head.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

They didn’t try to get you to stay as you walked away. Later, you received a text that your friends were heading over with ice cream and your favorite movies, but not even that could cheer you up. You’d missed your chance, and those gold bracelets in your backpack glared up at you whenever you opened it, accusing you. Your friends were right: you were an idiot. And you deserved this.

When prom finally did roll around, your friends convinced you to go anyway.

“Just come with us, it’ll still be fun,” Elly said, grabbing your hand. “Come on, please? Don’t miss out on a huge part of your high school experience just because you’re lovesick.”

Eventually, you’d agreed to go with them. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were curious. You wanted to see Yoojung with Eunwoo, even if it would hurt you to see it. You had to know.

The night of, you found yourself holding onto the bracelets again. Why you did it, you didn’t know, but when Elly yelled for you to hurry up, you slipped the bracelets into your pocket before running out to join them in Suyeon’s car. They weighed heavily there, reminding you of your regrets all the way to the venue, but there was nothing left to do except ignore it and hope that there was at least a chance to give them to her in the future.

The venue was gorgeous and huge, bigger than it had been the year before, and you walked up with Elly and Suyeon at your side, all three of you looking around in awe. Fairy lights were everywhere, lining the path up to the doors. When you opened the door, people were already milling around and dancing, the lights dimmed overhead and some song with heavy base thumping over the speakers. Doyeon was standing near the door, and when she saw you, she gave you a smile, waving you over.

“(Y/N), you made it!”

“I did,” you said, giving her a smile and looking at her dress. “I see you picked out the dress I recommended.”

“It did look good on me, after all. You have a good eye.” Of course, Doyeon was beautiful. But she was just a friend, and you felt nothing romantic when you looked at her. Nothing like you felt when you looked at Yoojung. The thought of the smaller girl made your shoulders droop, and you looked out at the sea of teenagers.

“Is Yoojung here?”

Doyeon gave you a sympathetic look and patted your shoulder. “She is, she came in earlier with Eunwoo. Will you be okay?”

“I think so. Probably.”

“Hey, I’m always here if you need me. And I’m not love struck like your friends over there.” Doyeon pointed, and you turned around to see that Elly and Suyeon had already moved over into a corner, giggling with each other. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to look at Doyeon.

“You’re my only hope for tonight, you know.”

“Glad to be here.” She laughed and threw an arm around your shoulders. “You can thank me later.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“You know, if I was in a flirting mood, I’d say a kiss.” She was obviously joking, but the sound of a small “oh” from behind you made you turn around to see Yoojung standing there. She was wearing the dress she’d picked out with you, and she looked beautiful, but her face was shocked and a bit sad, and you felt yourself panic a bit as she looked between you and Doyeon.

“Um, I was just going to come say hi but it looks like I interrupted something, sorry,” the smaller girl mumbled before she turned on her heel and ran off, even as both you and Doyeon moved away, opening your mouths to explained. Dazed, you watched her run off until Doyeon shoved your shoulder, making you stumble forward.

“Go get her, dummy. She’s obviously upset because she likes you.”

“How do you-.”

“I know everything. Just go before you do something you regret again. She’s headed for the bathrooms.”

Swallowing, you nodded at Doyeon. “Thanks. Sorry to ditch you.”

“I’m fine. Go get your girl before she gets away.”

“Um, one more thing. Where are the bathrooms?”

When you finally found the bathroom in the huge area, your heart began to beat quickly in your chest and you felt yourself getting scared again. But you didn’t want to chicken out again, so you walked into the area and waited. A few minutes later, the door opened and it was Yoojung, and she turned to look at you with big, teary eyes.

“Oh, um, sorry, I’m just going.” She quickly wiped at her face and made a move to leave, but you blocked her way before she could get away again, gently grabbing her wrist. Surprised, she looked up at you, and you took a deep breath, making up your mind. Even if she hated you for it, you were going to tell her.

“Yoojung, I like you. A lot.”

Her eyes widened even more. “What?”

“I like you. More than as a friend. And I wanted to ask you to prom but I was too chicken and I swear I didn’t mean to keep bringing up Doyeon but I didn’t notice that you thought I liked her until it was too late. And I was going to ask you to prom that Monday after the mall because I bought us matching bracelets and everything but then I heard you had agreed to go with Eunwoo and I knew I was no match for him and I didn’t want to intrude. And I’m sorry for doing this now but I couldn’t let you get away without telling you. I really like you, Yoojung.” You were rambling, and you knew it, trying to get everything out in one breath, but you couldn’t stop until you heard Yoojung sniffle again, and panicked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m just so happy to hear that you like me and not Doyeon. Does that make me a bad friend?”

Quickly, you shook your head, pulling the small girl into your arms through instinct. “No. No, you’re not a bad friend. You’re the nicest person I know, Yoojung. That’s part of the reason I like you so much.”

“Why didn’t you ask me sooner?” Yoojung whispered, and you let out a sigh.

“I thought you’d turn me down. I was too scared. My friends are right, I’m an idiot.”

“No, you aren’t. I jumped to conclusions and thought you liked Doyeon and agreed to go to prom with a guy I don’t even like because I was so sad, so if anything, I’m the idiot here.”

“I think having a crush makes us do stupid things,” you said with a shake of your head. Then, the weight in your pocket reminded you of the bracelets, and you pulled away to take them out, a blush raising in your cheeks. “Um, I bought these. I was going to ask you to come to prom with me with them, but I never got the chance.”

“The bracelets from the mall!” She smiled as you took her hand and placed them in her hand. “And you got us matching ones.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll wear your initial on my wrist forever.”

Laughing, you felt relief wash over your body and leaned in to help her fasten the bracelets on her wrist before she did the same to you. The gold bands glittered, even in the terrible, dim lights in the back of the building, and she gently touched hers, smiling softly.

“They’re so beautiful.”

“You make everything look beautiful.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” The small girl shoved your shoulder playfully, a blush on her cheeks as she pouted. “I can’t believe you made me cry so much today.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking down, but she giggled and grabbed your hand.

“I’ll forgive you if you take me out for ice cream.”

“Right now?” You looked back at the huge room where everyone was milling around and dancing, and then back to Yoojung, who raised her eyebrows and grinned.

“Want to escape this place with me?” On one hand, prom was an important part of your high school career. On the other, the beautiful, wonderful girl of your dreams was holding your hand and asking you to run away with her. And that hand outweighed the other one by a mile. Grinning in return, you squeezed her hand and nodded towards the back exit near the bathrooms, where no one was around. It would be an easy run back out to her car, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach, but for an entirely different reason than usual as the two of you made a break for it.

“So, what kind of ice cream were you thinking?”

“Honestly? Anything, as long as I’m with you.”

#weki meki #yoojung #choi yoojung #femifics #weki meki scenarios #yoojung scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups #t:highschoolau

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mandelene · 5 years

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Mattie’s on a date at the movie theater and he looks over and his DADS ARE A FEW SEATS OVER AHH (unlike the last anon this never happened to me but I think it’s ctue!)

This will be the last one for tonight, guys! But stay tuned because I have another drabble event planned for the morning!

Thanks for the prompt, anon! And I’m sorry this one turned out angstier than I planned lol. I hope that’s okay and you still enjoy it!

How to Ruin a Date

Word Count: 559

Okay, this isn't so bad, Matthew thinks as he's getting comfortable in his movie theater seat. This is his first time going on a date, and he's been admiring this boy in his ninth-grade class all year. His name is Lewis, and not only is he super smart, but he also has hazel doe-eyes that make Matthew want to melt every time he looks at him.

He let Lewis pick the movie, mostly because he didn't want to pick something lame and ruin his chances at a second date. Besides, he's not very savvy when it comes to films anyway. Something tells Matthew he's going to be too distracted by Lewis's close presence next to him to even follow what's going on in the actual movie.

The trailers start playing, and Matthew tries to relax and be cool. No need to be so high-strung. It's gonna be okay. It doesn't have to be awkward unless he makes it awkward...

"What a stupid premise for a film..."

"Shhh!"

Matthew frowns. He knows those voices.

Oh god. Why does he recognize those voices?

He wants to die.

"Hey, Lewis? I'm just gonna run to the bathroom really quickly before the movie starts."

Lewis smiles magnificently at him and nods. "Sure thing."

Matthew stands from his chair, arms and legs shaking with a mixture of anxiety and fury. He walks toward the general direction of where he heard the familiar voices. Unsurprisingly, just a few rows above where he and Lewis are situated, Matthew finds his parents -- his awful, humiliating, terrible parents!

Both of them immediately look ashamed upon being caught, and Matthew scowls at them. He motions for them to follow him out of the theater, and they, fortunately, follow along without causing any more disruption.

When they are outside and Matthew is certain it's safe to speak freely, his face becomes crimson as he shouts, "What is wrong with you guys? Why are you on my date with me? That's so embarrassing!"

Dad and Papa both look down at the ground like children who have been up to no good and then offer him sheepish smiles.

"We were just worried and thought you might need a ride home," Dad starts to explain.

"If I needed help, I would have texted you. You had no right to follow me here!"

Then, Papa tries to defend their actions. "You're our little boy -- we know how hard it was for us when we were young. We wanted to make sure you were okay. We know how nervous you can get."

"It doesn't make me any less nervous to know you guys have been spying on me! In fact, it just makes it worse! Please, go home. If I need something, I'll call you -- that's why I have a phone, right?"

Dad shuffles from foot to foot and sighs, "You're right, Matthew. We shouldn't have crossed the line like this. There are boundaries we should have respected."

"Thank you. Now could you both please go home?" Matthew asks, resisting the urge to cry. This is shaping up to be the first and worst date of his life.

"For what it's worth, we're sorry," Papa says softly before giving Matthew a hug. "We love you."

"Let go! Get away from me! You've ruined everything!"

"Matthew!"

Sometimes, he wishes he had different parents...

#hetalia #aph canada #aph france #aph england #first date #date ruined #drabble #drabbles

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hellofanimagination · 5 years

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Waiting For A Ghost

Prompt: requested by anonymous “ okay so I had this idea floating in my head for a while now, i tried to write it but lol that was shit but i bet you'll do it better. so anyways, it's a fluffy fic with ray, where he's y/n's waiter at a restaurant and she's there on a date except the guy she was supposed to be with stood her up and it's like rlly obvious and she's embarrassed but ray is super sweet and nice and lowkey flirting and then he asks her out on a date at the end”

Word Count: 858 (kinda short sorry!)

Pairing: Ray x Reader

Online dating was never really your thing but you’ve recently moved and you don’t know very many people so you figured it would be a fun little adventure. You met some losers, some creeps, and then a really sweet guy who you actually clicked with. He asked you out pretty quickly after beginning to talk and you were hesitant but agreed, picking a decently nice restaurant in a public part of town. And after the anxiety wore off you found you were actually excited, getting dressed up for a date wasn’t something you got to do very often and certainly not in awhile.

You arrived at the restaurant looking confident and beautiful, checking in with your reservation and realizing that your date had yet to show up. Your table is small, two chairs and a white table cloth. A basket of bread sits in the center and silverware before each seat, gently wrapped in a napkin. It’s not a super classy place, you look to the left and see a large family with children laughing and spilling soda all over the floor, but to your right is an older couple giving each other heart eyes and sharing dessert. It’s somewhere in the middle between family restaurant and high end date night.

You don’t want to order without your date so you stick to drinks, water and a vodka soda. The waiter is a cute guy with curly hair and a bright smile. Your date seems to be running late and you tell the waiter so, earning yourself a sympathetic smile as he leaves you be. He’s fifteen minutes late when the waiter returns.

“It’s his loss,” He says and you look at him in confusion. “You date, he seems to be unaware that a beautiful woman is waiting for him. His loss.”

You smile, surprised and blushing, and he smiles back. He had already told you his name when he introduced himself earlier so you offer him your name and he gives you another dazzling smile. He tells you that they make a really good veggie burger and you order without a thought to your date. Your date is 25 minutes late when Ray returns with a flourish, placing your plate before you with a good sized burger and fries.

You’re not sure what makes you say what you say next, maybe the embarrassment of rejection has just taken away your inhibitions. But you take a deep breath and gesture to the chair across from you.

“Join me?”

He looks unsure, brushing back curly hair from his face, before he smiles nervously and nods. He’s blushing! You grin as he scurries away, most likely to ask permission from his manager. He returns still in uniform but missing his waist apron and order book. He sits before you, looking shy all of a sudden and you are suddenly very happy to be stood up.

“So, Ray, you like veggie burgers. What else?” It’s a lame opener but he smiles anway and jumps into a conversation about books and music and his family. He’s fascinating to listen to, the way he’s so passionate but collected, telling you about himself and his interests and letting you interject with your own interests and stories. The conversation flows so easily, unlike so many other dates you’ve been on, no awkward pauses or struggling to find a topic you have in common.

Your date is an nearly 50 minutes late now and you’re gazing at Ray with nothing short of a look you’d see on a teenager gazing across the quad at their crush in a silly teen romcom. But he doesn’t seem to mind, complimenting your outfit, telling you about his friends, listening to you talk about your job and this new show you started watching last week. He’s friendly and sweet and exactly who you were hoping your date would be tonight.

Your date is over an hour late when Ray tells you he really should get back to work for the last few hours of his shift and you sadly agree to let him go. He’s standing beside your table, looking nervous again and he bites his lip before he speaks.

“I had a really great time with you, do you think we could do this again sometime soon? Maybe when I’m not at work?”

“You’re not gonna stand me up are you?” You both laugh and he shakes his head.

“You? Never. Missing a date with you should be a crime.” You smile, blushing again, and he can’t seem to hide the same reaction on his own face.

“Here,” You pull a pen from your purse and write your number on his hand, noting his warm skin and clean nails. “And don’t wait three days or whatever it is you guys do to pretend you’re cool and uninterested.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m very interested.” He gives you a glowing smile and gathers up your dishes, wishing you a good night before walking away. You can’t help but smile after him, feeling like a sun is rising in your chest, a sea of butterflies.

He calls you the very next day.

#mcr #mcr imagine #my chemical romance imagine #my chemical romance #ray toro #ray toro imagine #ray toro x reader #ray x reader

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rksomiin-blog · 5 years

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hi there !! it’s your newest mun addition blaire, bringing you my most beloved jeon somin !! she’s twenty two, a trc hopeful, and an absolute mess !! i figured we needed some more chaotic types here, so here she is to wreck your world !! she’s not really the sly type either, instead very outwardly queen bee-esque !! she’ll only put up a front for the higher ups. somin wants what she wants when she wants it, and she’s going to do everything to get it - no matter if it’s a position, a lifestyle, or even a person !! all in all, she’s fun to have but deadly to keep around - but don’t you want to see how she got like this ?? if so, i’d suggest peeping at her trivia below !! ( or if you’re in a rush, here’s her profile , prompts, and plots. ) i’d love to talk to all of you !! if you want to interact with her, please please please let me know, and we can come up with something !! oh yes and like this for plotting !! <3

comes from busan, south korea !!

always repping busan and yet hates her accent someone explain

anyways she’s always always always loved attention !!

she actually used to be really sweet - her parents are performers too, so they surrounded her with music !! they’re not famous, but simply a talented family who like to come together to make beautiful music. they were both young & definitely the hippy type, somin was always known for having the “cool parents”

also this may seem a bit random but i’m going to make this into a headcanon later so i don’t want to say too much but basically when she was younger & therefore she now has a phobia of sorts of deep water (this is not token trauma, it will be developed later & is important to her overall character !!)

she found her love for dancing very soon after she was urged by her mother to join a ballet class. one class turned into multiple, and within two years of dancing she began exploring other genres as well!!

she absolutely l o v e d it. every day she’d come home doing pirouettes and walk around the supermarket on pointe & basically always happy to show her progress. it helped her feel happy, and it became her #1 passion!!

time skip, middle school!! she was really just living her best life in busan, until all her friends started talking about their lives !! nearly all of them wanted to be idols, which she didn’t really understand. she thought they were too uppity.

but then when they all started talking about entrance exams for schools like sopa, she really started thinking and was like huh !! this sounds pretty cool actually

she had 3 friends, who called each other the “shh” squad because of their names - somin, sooyeon, and hayun (npcs).

(lame, i know, but look guys they were kids it was cool)

anyways they were like a mini girl-group of sorts who would do covers & each had a role. somin was the main dancer, sooyeon was the main singer, and hayun was the main rapper.

anyways they were tighter than tight, and as middle school ended the 2 other girls were constantly talking about applying to sopa. of course, somin didn’t want to be alone !! so she decided she would try to get in too so the shh squad could stay together

so the months leading up to this were super stressful!! practicing, each girl teaching the other 2 their strongest skills so that they could all improve in what they were lacking.

so,,, the day of the auditions came. the night before they had all slept over at sooyeon’s house and she was so excited !! it was her time to shi-

they betrayed her !! yes ma’am, sooyeon & hayun had literally left without her and let somin sleep through the whole thing so she couldn’t get in !!

you wouldn’t believe the rage she felt. 2 of her supposed “best friends”, and they had taken away her dream just so they’d have a better chance ??

this was the beginning of bitter somin !! a little time skip, and basically both sooyeon and hayun had gotten in, and somin was left behind in busan.

her whole entire high school experience was just a wave of emotions. first it was sadness, then it was acceptance, and then her current stage, anger.

anyways somin eventually went to college as a dance major at korea national university of the arts. (and she’s actually still there now, in her last month of school !!)

she still really loved dance though, and it was basically what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. so at 21 she began working at this dance studio in hongdae !! she mainly does hip hop now but she also does childrens ballet and loves it

that’s where she lives now, “living it up” in her hongdae apartment with her dog mars. tbh it’s really just her partying & trying to get famous but um proceed

she’s just kind of at the point of her life where everything’s at a standstill ?? as time’s proceeded her want to be an idol has grown much more, and with her being 22 she’s scared she’s beginning to grow to old to get signed.

but anyways. she never forgot how the shh squad betrayed her, and vowed never to trust anyone again because the two most dependable people she thought she’d known had stabbed her in the back

but in a way she admired them ?? how ruthless they were able to be to get ahead, and it had worked !! so somin’s begun implementing that method into her ladder to the top.

so she swears she’s a bad bitch who can do no wrong,, like really she’ll act like this 24/7 unless you give her a reason not to, which is either to be super nice so she feels bad or super mean to match her attitude.

you should be worried if she’s exceptionally nice because that probably means she’s plotting to stab you in the back. if she doesn’t like you, definitely the type to be texting you with one phone and sending rumors about you on another

will most definitely attempt to steal your man or woman she gives no fucks lol

someone please collect her

she’s also super impulsive & stubborn which together is never really good ?? she always feels she’s right and therefore makes actions immediately based on her feelings only.

just a destructive mess okay, somin bby i’m sorry i had to ruin you like this

anyways while she can be the bitch of the century (tm) if she likes you, she loves you !! will do anything for you. will die for you !! same for if she loves you (which while it doesn’t happen often, she does catch feelings often) she will do everything to get you and protect you !!

but most of the time she just wants to spend the night with someone & prevent herself from catching feelings (it rarely works out that way)

professionally, she hopes to become use her dance skills for good !! & take away the stigma girls can’t rap and improve her skills !! she also has that sex appeal so you alr know she’d be the first to hop up and do some sort of “sexy dance” sksks

really likes boys but likes girls a little more

alright i’m done talking this has been really long just love her please. <333

#❝ ooc. ❞#this is too long as usual #but thanks for the messages!! replying now xox

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cyrusgoodboye · 6 years

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Prompt: a cute tyrus sleepower pleaseee

The Best Sleepover Ever - a Tyrus fanfiction

This prompt took the longest time, you have no idea (well, actually some of you do since I took an entire month to write this. Hopefully this long prompt makes up for that). I’d like to thank @ededdandreddie and @celsquietramblings for taking a look at this and making sure I wasn’t about to make a fool out of myself by publishing it with tons of errors and malfunctions (seriously, guys, means a lot!). I’d also like to thank @aro-mack for the pillow fight idea (you’ll see) from their Tyrus headcannons post. And I’m tagging @qwertykevin because they wanted me to, LOL! And, without further adieu, let’s get on reading!

“Who’s ready for my slumber par-tayyy?” Cyrus trilled enthusiastically. He had been planning this outing for ages, and now that all three of them were available on the same weekend, it was the perfect opportunity for one of his biggest dreams to finally happen: a sleepover! And with his two best ‘brahs’, Jonah Beck and T.J. Kippen!

When he received no response at first, he adjusted his phone so that Jonah and T.J. could see him better on their group video chat. “Hello? Are you guys still there? I said who’s ready for my sleepover?”

Jonah was the first to answer him by making a crackly wince, and Cyrus frowned at his friend’s reaction; he had never seen that facial expression before. “I’m really sorry, Cy-Guy, but the Space Otters were just invited to a last minute Frisbee tournament! I won’t be able to come,” Jonah said, guilt lining his voice. At least he sounded apologetic.

Cyrus tried not to show the heart-wrenching disappointment that was occurring in his chest. When would he ever get the chance to have both of them over again? “Oh, that’s okay,” Cyrus assured him as best as he could manage. He hoped his acting was at least somewhat believable; especially after that whole school video fiasco. Cyrus had learned not to put too much faith into his acting skills since the whole disaster. “We could always reschedule—”

“Reschedule?” T.J. piped up. Cyrus had almost forgotten he was on the group call; he had been pretty quiet for the majority of the video chat. “I just found my sleeping bag.”

Cyrus felt a tug in his stomach at the arise of conflict. What could he do? On one hand, he didn’t want to leave Jonah out of their bound-to-be spectacular sleepover, but, on the other, he didn’t want to disappoint T.J. by canceling on him. What was the middle ground here?

Cyrus took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before he became too overwhelmed about the matter; he knew how he could get when he was antsy. “How about me and T.J. have the slumber party this weekend, and we reschedule one another time for all three of us?” Cyrus suggested. Bless his intelligent mind for finding some kind of compromise!

“Oh,” Jonah said. Cyrus couldn’t quite detect the tone that Jonah was using. Did he seem disappointed? Completely forlorn? Or was he just being indifferent?

Before he over thought the situation (he did have a tendency to overthink at times), Cyrus tried to shake his worries from his mind. Relax, he reminded himself. You don’t need to read too much into his reactions anymore. Despite getting over Jonah a while ago, second-guessing the boy’s expressions was still like second-nature to him, and Cyrus often found himself fretting about it.

“I’m guessing that means you can’t come to the tournament?” Jonah asked dejectedly. Now he was sure Jonah was upset.

Cyrus bit his lip to keep words from spewing out of his mouth. He wanted to say ‘yes, of course, what are friends for?’. But he couldn’t disappoint T.J. like that. Besides, Andi was right; Jonah did expect everyone to cater to his needs, and now that Cyrus had taken off the rose-tinted glasses, he could see that. “I’m sorry, Jonah. I promise I’ll go to the next game, alright?”

Jonah looked downcast, and Cyrus felt his heart twist. “Yeah, sure. See you later, Cyrus,” he mumbled, crestfallen. Before Cyrus could change his mind about not going to the game, Jonah logged off the call, leaving him and T.J. alone in shock at the Frisbee player’s abrupt, unexpected exit.

“I guess he’s not too happy,” T.J. commented after a few seconds of surprised silence.

Cyrus knew that T.J.’s comment was supposed to be his everyday dry humor, but it only made him feel worse about making Jonah upset. T.J., noticing the boy’s eyebrows drawn together in worry, was quick to make him feel better. “Hey, I was just kidding. I’m sure he’ll be fine,” he tried.

Cyrus tried to take T.J.’s words to heart as best as he could. T.J. was right! He couldn’t worry about everything, even though his mind so desperately wanted to. All. The. Time. “It’ll be fine,” he repeated, trying for a small smile. “Anyway, what time are you coming over?”

By that Friday, Cyrus had every last detail for their slumber party down: all the way from what they would be eating (thank goodness for The Spoon’s new carryout policy!) to what games they would be playing (only the classics, of course). It was practically guaranteed to be the greatest sleepover in history!

When T.J. finally knocked on the door that Friday after school, Cyrus opened the door with a flourish, begging the boy to take his shoes off before stepping over the threshold. As T.J. cautiously toed off his high-quality sports shoes, Cyrus took the boy’s bag (and almost fell over from its weight, but T.J. didn’t need to know that) and urged for the basketball player to follow him. The two boys padded through the house as they shared pleasantries, their footsteps echoing in the seemingly empty home as they strolled along, and Cyrus led him to the spacious, open living room. There was a grand entertainment center nestled against the back wall with a colossal flat-screen perched on top of it. The walls were painted a warm taupe, with the cream-colored double sectional accenting it well. A detailed antique coffee table sat in the middle of the room, covered with a few issues of Therapists Weekly and a few movies that Cyrus had planted there.

In short, it was a large room to take in, and T.J. absorbed his new surroundings with a thorough sweep around the room. After he had given a rigorous glance around the area, he raised his eyebrows in surprise before shifting his gaze back to Cyrus. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. I guess being a shrink pays well,” he joked. He tried to set down T.J.’s duffel bag as cautiously as he could manage, but it clattered onto the floor with a loud thud despite his wishes. “Sorry!” Cyrus apologized sheepishly. He carefully shoved it beside a resting chair so that neither of them would trip on it later. It could happen!

The corners of T.J.’s mouth turned up, and Cyrus felt his stomach churn. He loved to make T.J. smile. “It’s cool.”

Cyrus’s feelings for T.J. weren’t exactly new; he’d known that he’d liked T.J. for a while now, but alas, there was nothing he could do. Well, besides soaking up every smile and laugh directed at him and overthinking T.J.’s every move. But even that he tried to keep at a minimum. His feelings were surely unrequited, and he definitely didn’t want another Jonah Beck situation. “So, would you like to hear our game plan for this evening?” he asked excitedly. He had everything planned down to the last tee.

“Game plan?” T.J. asked, raising an eyebrow. He seemed more amused than he did incredulous.

“Of course!” Cyrus exclaimed. “Behind every great slumber party is a master game plan, right?”

T.J. gave him an entertained smirk. “I’m assuming this is your first sleepover?”

Cyrus blushed. “How could you tell?” He’d always wanted to have a sleepover with Andi and Buffy, but it was hard enough for Andi’s grandmother to let them over during the day, let alone at night. It was the same situation with Andi coming over to one of their houses for the evening; the request was completely out of the question. And thus began the worst playdate home award: a title still held by Celia to this day.

The basketball player shrugged. “We don’t really have game plans at the sleepovers I go to. We usually just play video games and talk about girls,” he admitted.

Cyrus’s heart skipped. Talk about girls? As in…crushes? “O-oh,” Cyrus stammered. He was stunned, but he reprimanded himself for being shocked. Of course T.J. has crushes on girls. He’s not like you. “Would you rather do that, then?” he asked nervously. He prayed T.J. said no. He didn’t think he could pretend he had a crush on some girl for rest of the night.

T.J. snorted. “No way,” he affirmed. “Those sleepovers are lame, anyway.” Cyrus raised his eyebrows, and he allowed himself to smile widely in relief. Thank goodness! “So, what do you have planned?” T.J. asked.

Cyrus grinned excitedly. “Okay, so first I planned for us to play the infamous Truth or Dare,” T.J. raised an eyebrow in amusement but didn’t comment, “and then we’re going to watch a movie while gorging on food from The Spoon, and then we’re going to have a pillow fight!”

T.J. couldn’t contain himself any longer, and he let out a little chuckle. “A pillow fight?”

Cyrus drew his eyebrows together in worry, and he frowned. “Do they not do that at slumber parties?” he asked in confusion. “I got all my information from Wikipage…,” he trailed off unsurely.

T.J. put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Relax,” he assured him. “We can do whatever. But I’m pretty sure I’ll beat you in that pillow fight,” he teased.

Cyrus felt a wave of relief wash over him. “How do you know I won’t win?” he jested back.

T.J. ruffled the boy’s hair, and Cyrus let him. Although he normally had an aversion to having his hair touched, he found it endearing when T.J. did it. “I’m not one to tell you what you can or can’t do,” T.J. said, and Cyrus suddenly got a flashback to when T.J. helped him get a muffin. ‘Don’t tell him what he can’t do.’ He smiled at the memory; one of his favorite things about T.J. was that he didn’t automatically expect him to fail.

“So, you think I could beat you?” Cyrus asked excitedly.

T.J. grinned, and Cyrus saw a wicked glint in his eye that hadn’t been there before. “We’ll just have to see!” Then, in a flash, T.J. was grabbing a pillow off of the couch and whacking Cyrus’s side with it.

“Ahh!” Cyrus yelped. He tumbled to the floor, and T.J. towered victoriously above him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” T.J. asked teasingly, but not in a harsh way. Cyrus nodded helplessly, holding out a hand innocently for T.J. to pull up. T.J. rolled his eyes jokingly, and he clasped the hand in front of him, preparing to tug him forward. “I can’t believe you’re already giving u—!” Cyrus jerked his arm with all his might (which wasn’t saying much), and brought T.J. crashing down on top of him.

The floor broke T.J.’s fall, his hands pinning down the hardwood on either side of Cyrus’s head, which prevented him from completely falling on top of the boy. “Was…not…expecting that,” T.J. managed to breathe out between pants. Cyrus laughed, although he could hardly breathe with their close proximity. For a second the two boys just stayed in that position, staring at each other, and Cyrus gulped. T.J. was too close for comfort, and yet somehow wasn’t close enough…

Cyrus ignored the irrational part of his brain that had thought that. T.J. likes girls, he reminded himself for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, his logic didn’t seem to pierce his heart like he was hoping it would. “Um,” he managed to say, which shook T.J. out of his daze.

“Right. Sorry,” he apologized, blushing slightly (which was not something Cyrus thought the basketball player was capable of. Especially not because of him). He carefully got up, pushing himself off of Cyrus, and Cyrus took a big gulp of air. Now he felt like he could breathe again.

Once Cyrus cautiously lifted himself up, he brushed his clothes off, avoiding T.J.’s eyes. “Does that mean I win?” he asked, although his voice didn’t hold the triumphant tone he thought it would. The butterflies in his stomach were probably just messing with his head, he noted.

“Sure, Underdog,” T.J. relented, albeit more than willingly. He faintly nudged Cyrus, causing the boy to meet T.J.’s eyeline at the motion. “See? You can do anything you want to.”

A small grin stretched itself onto Cyrus’s face. “Thanks, T.J. It means a lot.” The two shared a gaze again, and Cyrus, intrigued, almost took a step closer, but the sound of bustling emitted from the kitchen, breaking the two boys from their stare.

“Cyrus!” a loud voice bellowed. Cyrus cringed at its volume. His mother with her perfect timing, as always. “I’m home!”

Cyrus smiled sheepishly at T.J. before turning towards the direction his mother’s voice was carrying from. “Coming!” He glanced back at T.J., making a motioning signal with a dip of his head. “Come on,” Cyrus said softly. He placed a hand softly onto the small of the basketball player’s back, and guided the boy forward. “I hope you like baby taters!”

After the two boys piled their plates up with food (it was burgers and baby taters and milkshakes galore!), they plopped down on the couch (which was a rarity for Cyrus, but his mom allowed him to eat on it just this once. He guessed even she wasn’t going to deny him this one normal teenage experience). For a few minutes they just stuffed their mouth with food, although Cyrus was trying to persuade T.J. to pick a movie in between bites of his delectable taters.

“Come on, T.J.,” he insisted. “Just pick one.”

T.J. shrugged, popping one absentmindedly into his mouth. He seemed indifferent to all three choices. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

Cyrus groaned. He studied all three movies in front of him (Jurassic Park, The Notebook, and The Wizard of Oz) as if they would inform him what movie would best be suitable for his company. “I picked an action movie, a romantic-comedy, and a classic musical. How much more variety do you want?” he exclaimed.

T.J. snorted, but humored Cyrus nevertheless. “Fine, I’ll pick one.” He glanced over the titles without much care and pointed to the one on the right. “That one.”

Cyrus looked at him with surprised, widened eyes. “The Wizard of Oz?” he asked questioningly, as if to make sure T.J.’s decision hadn’t been a mistake. “I thought you would’ve picked Jurassic Park, honestly.”

T.J. shrugged. “My mom loves that movie, so I kind of grew up watching it,” he admitted. Cyrus realized it was the first time that T.J. had ever really mentioned his parents, so he just nodded and wordlessly popped the disc in.

“Do you know what happened behind the scenes of this movie?” Cyrus asked as the introduction began to play. “I hear it’s pretty macabre—”

T.J. grimaced. “Please spare me the gory details,” he insisted, scrunching his nose. Cyrus smiled secretly to himself. He thought T.J. looked adorable when he scrunched his nose up like that.

Stop! he reminded himself as the thought popped in his head. You just went down this road with Jonah, do you really want to go through this again? When T.J. gave him a sweet smile, his heart melted. Yes, it seemed like he did want to go through this again.

As these thoughts swirled around his head, Cyrus tried to wipe them from his mind and, in better judgement, forced himself to turn his attention back to the movie. He thought that T.J. would find it pretty weird if he was being more attentive to him than to Dorothy.

During the first twenty minutes or so of the movie, Cyrus was pretty successful in his pursuit. He only caught himself glancing at T.J. a couple of times (three, to be exact, but who was counting?) and, by the time Dorothy was prancing around Oz on the newfound Yellow Brick Road, Cyrus tore his gaze away from the television and allowed himself one freebie to ask T.J. a question. “Who’s your favorite character?”

T.J. looked at him in confusion, and scanned his face calculatingly, as if he could deduct the reasoning behind Cyrus’s random question by his facial expressions alone. “Why?”

“Just curious,” Cyrus claimed. Actually, he had learned from his shrink parents that people had a reason behind every action, like, or dislike; they even had a reason behind something as simple as a favorite character in a movie.

What more was there to the guarded basketball player than what was seen on the surface?

T.J. sighed. “I dunno,” he said, glancing down at his lap for a second. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt before his gaze shifted back to Cyrus. “Probably the Scarecrow.”

Cyrus tilted his head in curiosity. “Why him?”

T.J. shrugged again, and Cyrus wanted to put both of his hands on T.J.’s shoulders to physically restrain him from lifting them. He knew it was a nervous tick of T.J.’s, one he usually did when the atmosphere felt more heavy or uncomfortable than he was used to. “I guess because he ends up being smart and stuff,” he admitted, his eyes quickly flickering to Cyrus before flitting away again. “Even though he thinks he’s stupid the entire movie.”

Cyrus felt a zap go through his body in shock. Was…was T.J. referring to his learning disability? He knew that T.J. was insecure about it but…he seemed so devastated. “The Scarecrow was smart all along,” Cyrus pointed out, feeling his throat tighten. His heart hurt for the boy beside him, and he allowed his hand to lightly brush against T.J.’s forearm in order to console the boy. “He just needed someone to believe in him.”

T.J. finally fully turned towards Cyrus. “Yeah,” he mumbled, a small half-smile on his face. “I guess you’re right.”

Cyrus beamed exultantly. He wanted more than anything for T.J. to believe that he was worth something; he desired the same for himself everyday. “Of course I’m right,” Cyrus said determinedly. Couldn’t T.J. see that he was so much more than his disability? Cyrus wished that he could show T.J. how he saw him, how much he admired him, but, then again, that would be outing his feelings to the boy and, even more so, himself, and Cyrus wasn’t sure if he was ready to do that just yet.

“What about you?” T.J. asked, a curious tone lining his voice.

Cyrus glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Who’s your favorite character?”

Cyrus pondered for a moment. Who was his favorite character? And why were they his favorite in the first place? “I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. He thought about it for a couple more seconds before giving a definite answer. “The Cowardly Lion,” he confirmed for the boy.

T.J. raised his eyebrows. “Because he ends up being brave in the end?”

Cyrus smiled. “Yeah. Because he ends up being brave in the end.” Suddenly Cyrus was glad that T.J. chose this movie after all.

About midway through the musical, Cyrus inquired T.J. about their upcoming activity that he had up his sleeve. “When do you want to play Truth or Dare?”

T.J. gave him an indifferent expression. “Doesn’t matter to me.”

Cyrus leaned forward and turned down the volume so that they could speak at a normal decibel without struggling to be heard over the movie. “How about right now?” he asked ecstatically. The prospect of playing the thrilling game was causing excitement to drum through his veins. It was exhilarating!

T.J. sat up and he adjusted himself so that he faced Cyrus. “Fine,” he said, feigning annoyance. His smile gave his tone of voice away. “You go first.”

Cyrus beamed. “Okay. So…,” he began ominously. T.J. grinned. “T.J., truth or dare?”

T.J. raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner. “Dare,” he said matter-of-factly.

Cyrus racked his brain before coming up with a particularly deadly dare, and he smiled widely. “Okay, okay,” he started, gesturing towards T.J. “I dare you to call Buffy and tell her that you think she’s better than you at basketball.”

T.J. groaned into a pillow. “No,” he grumbled reluctantly. Cyrus grinned happily. He didn’t know he was going to make T.J. cave so easily.

“Come oooon,” he drawled, handing T.J. his phone.

T.J. pouted his lips, just like he had that one day on the swings, and Cyrus felt his face burn. T.J. looks so cute, Cyrus commented. He so badly wanted to move forward, and…well, kiss him.

Cyrus tried to suppress the feelings rising up inside of him. It was becoming harder and harder to fight off his feelings for T.J. with each passing minute…

“Hello?” T.J. said boredly into his phone. Cyrus shook himself from his thoughts. He didn’t even remember T.J. calling Buffy! He must’ve zoned out.

Cyrus heard Buffy speak, but her voice was muffled through T.J.’s phone, and he urged T.J. to put her on speakerphone. The boy’s gaze shifted over to Cyrus momentarily, and he followed his request, swiftly pressing the speakerphone button before placing his cellphone between them on the couch.

“—and you have the audacity to call me?” she finished with an annoyed huff. Cyrus looked questioningly at the basketball player, and T.J. shrugged, looking just as lost as he was.

“Buffy,” T.J. started, “I have something to tell you.”

Cyrus could practically see his best friend roll her eyes cynically, despite her being in her own house at the moment. “It better start with ‘Buffy’ and end with ‘I’m sorry for being such a jerk’.”

T.J. tilted his head forward. “Actually,” he began to correct, “I’m calling you because I wanted to tell you that you’re better than me at basketball.” T.J. scrunched his nose at his own words, glaring at Cyrus for giving him such an awful dare, and Cyrus smiled smugly in return.

“What?” Buffy asked, her voice clearly sounding skeptical. “T.J., you always tell me that I stink and should drop the team, but now you’re telling me I’m better than you?”

“Pretty much,” T.J. said curtly. Cyrus could tell that some kind of dark energy was thrumming in the boy across from him, but he couldn’t place a finger on exactly what it was.

“Which of course I already knew,” Buffy said arrogantly, speaking as if T.J. hadn’t even said anything at all, “but I’m still not sure if I’m following. How exactly did you come to this conclusion?”

T.J. clenched his jaw frustratedly, and Cyrus reached forward to hold his hand, to squeeze his shoulder, anything at all to help him calm down. He had never really seen T.J. get so worked up before. “I’ve always known you were better than me,” he admitted angrily. He crossed his arms, and Cyrus settled on resting his hand on his knee instead of grabbing his hand. “It’s why I lash out at you all the time. I’m just…frustrated because you’re better than me at everything.” Cyrus’s eyes widened at the basketball player’s words; he knew that T.J. wasn’t just saying this to complete a silly dare. He actually thought this and was insecure about it. Clearly a nerve had been struck.

Buffy, completely floored, began to speak. “T.J., I—”

T.J. swiped his phone from between them, clutching it so hard that Cyrus was afraid that the glass might shatter in his fingertips. “Whatever. Just forget I said anything.” And with that he angrily tapped the hang up button, tossing his phone onto the plush rug underneath them.

Cyrus didn’t know what to say at first. He had no idea T.J. felt that way. “T.J., is…is that true?”

T.J. let out a long, deep sigh, and he slumped onto the cushion. “Yeah.”

Cyrus scooted closer, and tried to ignore the way the butterflies in his stomach fluttered as their knees brushed against each other. “That’s why you hate Buffy so much? You think she’s better than you?” he asked in disbelief. The news was shocking, to say the least. Cyrus had always wondered why T.J. had such a vendetta against Buffy, but he had never imagined this. Not in a million years.

“It’s just part of my stuff, I guess,” he joked lamely, but Cyrus saw straight through his mask and saw the pain that was lying underneath.

“Hey, it’s okay to be insecure,” Cyrus assured him. In a moment of feeling particularly daring, he moved closer, and his heart soared when T.J. didn’t flinch or move away. “I feel insecure all the time. It’s just part of being a teenager.” Or, in his case, just a part of being Cyrus.

“I don’t want it to be,” T.J. confessed tiredly. He drew in a deep breath before he sat up, shaking out his arms as if to rid himself of any insecurities he had. If only it were that simple. “Anyway, truth or dare, Cyrus?”

Cyrus gave him a worried glance. “T.J.…”

“I’m fine,” T.J. insisted adamantly, although Cyrus didn’t quite believe it. “So…?”

“Truth,” Cyrus answered.

T.J. huffed out through his nose, clearly expecting his answer. “Not surprised.”

“Hey!” Cyrus defended. “Honesty can be more bold than an actual dare.”

T.J. humored him. “Fine.” He paused, seeming to be deep in thought. After a moment, he looked at Cyrus decidedly. “What is some of your stuff?”

Cyrus froze, his heart pounding in his ears. His stuff? Did he mean…about him liking boys? What would T.J. even say if he told him? Would he react badly? What if he hated him? “T.J., I…” Cyrus felt his throat tighten. Was he even ready?

T.J. seemed to notice the frightened look glimmering in his eyes, and he rested a hand on Cyrus’s shoulder, keeping an intense gaze. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me anything deep, just…tell me something that you haven’t told me already.”

Cyrus felt relieved beyond words, and he sent an appreciative smile T.J.’s way. “Alright…um,” he started nervously. He racked his brain. What was something he could tell T.J.? “Oh, I know! I’m scared of the dark.”

T.J. raised his eyebrow dubiously. “You’re scared of the dark?” Cyrus nodded solemnly. Suddenly he felt self-conscious at his sudden confession. He knew that it wasn’t normal for boys his age to still be scared of the dark, but Cyrus feared that it was a part of his deeply rooted trauma that he’d never be able to rid himself of.

“That’s gotta be rough,” T.J. offered, and Cyrus felt relief wash over him at his response. Of course T.J. wouldn’t make fun of him! This was the same guy who didn’t tease him for singing a song about going down the slide. How could he expect anything less from T.J. in the first place?

“Yeah, my phobia is high maintenance at times,” Cyrus admitted. “Especially in the winter when it gets dark earlier than normal. But I usually go to bed at 8:30, so it’s pretty manageable,” he elaborated.

“You go to bed at 8:30?”

Cyrus didn’t think the basketball player’s tone could get anymore incredulous. “Yep!” He checked his phone, which blinked back at him with the time. 10:27 PM. Crud! He hadn’t stayed up this late since he had a late night fashion show with his new James Bond ‘Diamonds Are Forever’ collection. “And…I might crash any minute.” Cyrus said in desperation. “We better go to sleep ASAP!” He hurriedly threw a blanket over him, but it landed on his head instead of his lap, which had been his intended target. He heard a small chuckle leave T.J.’s mouth, and the boy carefully unveiled it from Cyrus’s head, revealing his now disheveled hair underneath.

“I don’t want to go to sleep yet,” T.J. told him. Suddenly, the basketball player got a mischievous glint in his eye that made something dark bubble in Cyrus’s stomach. Whatever he was about to propose was not going to be good. “Hey, I know. We should pull an all-nighter!”

Cyrus made a face. “T.J., I just told you. I’m scared of the dark,” he whined.

T.J. shrugged. “I’ll be right here beside you. Besides, we can leave the lamp on.”

Cyrus looked at T.J.’s hopeful expression on his face, and he relented. He would be safe with T.J., right? “Can I get my Diplodocus nightlight? It helps me sleep at night,” he admitted.

T.J. looked at him blankly. “Diplo-what?”

Cyrus just shook his head good-naturedly at the boy. Perhaps they didn’t share an interest for the most fascinating species that had once ruled the earth like Iris had, but Cyrus wouldn’t have it any other way. “Never mind, I’ll go get it.”

When Cyrus returned with his Diplodocus nightlight, he found T.J. at the entertainment center, ejecting The Wizard of Oz disc (that had long been over) and putting Jurassic Park in its place.

“What are we even going to do all night?” Cyrus asked as he struggled to plug in his nightlight. He forced it into the outlet, the prongs of the dinosaur light being reluctant to go into the slits in the wall. With one last shove, the device slid into the outlet, causing it to shadow a faint glow throughout the otherwise darkly lit room. Finally! Now that that was hooked up…

“I don’t know. We can keep watching movies, and we can still play Truth or Dare…,” T.J. trailed off as Cyrus rose up next to him. “Sound good?” T.J. said, giving him a soft smile.

Cyrus got lost in his blue-green eyes. “Y-yeah, sounds good,” he stammered. He felt himself get flustered as he realized he was staring longer than what was considered appropriate, and his eyes darted away in embarrassment. “I gotta go change into my PJs!” he exclaimed, turning his head quickly to hide the blush on his cheeks.

T.J. blinked dazedly, as if he had been broken from a trance. “Okay?”

Cyrus clambered to his bedroom (almost tripping on the way there), and he closed his door in a flourish, heaving behind it. How was he going to last the night with T.J. being so…cute, and lovable, and amazing? He had absolutely no clue.

After dressing himself into his dinosaur pajamas (they fit the occasion, after all), he took a deep breath, his hand gripping the metal door handle tightly. You can do this, he reminded himself. Just don’t be weird. Cyrus almost laughed at his advice to himself. Not being weird was easier said than done in his case.

As he strolled out into the living room, smoothing out his clothes nervously, his eyes swept over the room. Where is T.J.? he asked himself in the painstakingly empty living room. Before he knew it, a loud, “Boo!” sounded behind him, and Cyrus jumped, his heart racing.

“You scared me!” he claimed breathlessly, clutching his hand over his heart. For the first time, he noticed that T.J. had changed as well. He was now donning a pair of sweatpants and a white V-neck that almost made Cyrus flush in comparison.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, but the mirth dancing in his eyes gave away the sincerity of his apology. T.J.’s eyes then flitted down to Cyrus’s attire, and he smirked. “Cute.”

Cyrus blushed again, and he felt tingly from his head to his toes. “I know it’s nerdy to have dinosaur pajamas, but…,” Cyrus trailed off, not exactly knowing how to finish.

T.J.’s grin grew even wider. “I wasn’t making fun of them.” Oh. Was…was T.J. calling his pajamas cute? Or was he referring to Cyrus?

“Thanks,” Cyrus mumbled, his cheeks twinged pink. This boy was going to be the death of him.

T.J. flopped down onto the floor, nestling into the narrow space of the double sectional, and he patted the limited space beside him. Cyrus swiped the remote off of the coffee table and he pressed play before seating himself snugly between the L-shaped part of the couch and T.J., and Cyrus couldn’t help but hold his breath. T.J. was so close.

T.J. beamed at him, seeming unbothered by their close proximity, and he snatched a blanket off of the back of the couch. “I’m cold,” he claimed, pulling it across his body. He threw some of it onto Cyrus’s lap, too, and Cyrus snuggled against its warmth.

“Me, too,” Cyrus said with a small smile on his face. How he stopped himself from completely melting on the floor, he had no clue.

As the movie started up, the two boys kept up a tame game of Truth or Dare while they watched Dr. Alan Grant and Dr. Ellie Sattler traipse around the park with Lex and Tim. Whenever Cyrus would ask the infamous question (“Truth or Dare?”), T.J. would always answer with ‘dare’, to which Cyrus had to rack his brain to conjure up for (most of the dares he gave T.J. consisted of prank calling random people from school, since Cyrus did not want T.J. to leave their comfy little spot on the floor). It was a while of back and forth, but, after a round that ended on Cyrus’s turn, it was apparent that T.J. was beginning to slowly lose consciousness.

“T.J.!” Cyrus exclaimed as the boy next to him slumped onto his shoulder. His heart began to pound at the prospect of being by himself in the dark. While normally he felt safe with his nightlight on, he still felt like he was being swallowed whole by the surrounding void around him. The living room was a lot bigger than his bedroom!

Cyrus began to tug on T.J.’s sleeve, and T.J. nuzzled against Cyrus’s shoulder at the motion instead of waking up like Cyrus had hoped. “T.J., wake up!” he hissed urgently.

A loud, rattling stomp sounded from the surround sound system, and Cyrus felt himself tremble. His favorite cold-blooded friends seemed a lot scarier when it was dark out. “T.J.!” he called out again.

“Hmm?” the boy murmured, lifting his head slightly. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced at his surroundings in a confused manner before his eyes landed back onto Cyrus. “What’s wrong?”

Cyrus cracked a small smile at the boy’s mussed hair, but a scream from the television reminded him of the fear that was bubbling in his stomach. “The movie is scaring me,” he admitted.

T.J. huffed and slumped back onto Cyrus’s shoulder. “I thought you’ve seen this movie before.”

“Never in the dark,” he said worriedly. He continued to fiddle with T.J.’s T-shirt anxiously, its soft, soothing material feeling nice against Cyrus’s fingertips.

T.J. drew in a breath of air and exhaled deeply, and Cyrus shivered from the boy’s breath on his neck. This wasn’t a normal thing to do, right? Most boys would never (dare he say it) cuddle…would they? He had no experience, really, unless he counted Jonah, and they had never gone as far as pats on the back and slung arms around each other’s shoulders.

Before he had a chance to overthink their current situation, T.J. broke him from his thoughts. “Tell me all the dinosaurs you know,” T.J. said, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.

Cyrus’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “What? How—”

“Just tell me about them,” T.J. mumbled against his shoulder, and Cyrus swallowed before answering him.

“Alright.” He would take any opportunity to talk about his favorite species, even if he didn’t know T.J.’s motive behind the request. “There’s the Stegosaurus…oh, did you know it only has a brain the size of a walnut? Crazy, right? And the Saltopus…” Cyrus continued to list all of his favorite dinosaurs, and all of the fun facts he knew about them (did you know that a Argentinosaurus was the longest and the heaviest dinosaur?). Despite being on the brink of unconsciousness, T.J. tried his hardest to stay awake to listen to him. He even laughed at some of the puns Cyrus made about dinosaurs, which Cyrus appreciated wholeheartedly. Most people didn’t value his well thought out reptile puns to the extent that he wanted them to.

By the time he finished his extensive rambling, the credits were rolling onto the screen, and Cyrus realized what T.J.’s intent had been. He had been trying to distract him from the movie, and it had worked perfectly! That sly boy…

After he turned off the TV using minimal movement (T.J. had just fallen asleep, and he would’ve felt bad for waking him up again), Cyrus cautiously wrapped an arm around T.J.’s upper torso. Hey, if he was going to be in this position for the rest of the night, he might as well get comfy, right? That’s what he told himself, at least.

Before he allowed himself to drift off to sleep, Cyrus looked over at T.J. This was the boy who had just listened to him babble about dinosaurs for thirty minutes instead of laughing at him. Who’s to say that T.J. would hate him for being gay? Or would be opposed to it? Maybe he would be indifferent, or maybe he’d be supportive. But, either way, Cyrus really wanted to tell T.J. about his stuff. And he hoped that T.J. would be open to telling him about his, too.

When Cyrus woke up the next morning, he smelled the distinct scent of sweet maple syrup wafting from the kitchen, and he burst up, completely forgetting that T.J. was leaning on him.

“Ow!” T.J. winced tiredly, burying his head back into Cyrus’s shoulder.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Cyrus said, shaking him awake, “time to eat breakfast!”

T.J. groaned, but got up nevertheless, fixing his twisted white V-neck as he yawned. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked as he rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up.

Cyrus grinned. “If I know my mom, she’s making her famous waffles!” He hurried over to the kitchen bar, settling himself into a stool, and T.J. followed suit. Across from the bar was Cyrus’s mom, grabbing plates out of the pantry for the two boys.

“Hey, boys,” she said cheerfully, setting down a plate and a glass in front of them. She filled each glass up to the brim with orange juice, and Cyrus smiled back at her.

“Good morning, Mom!” he exclaimed. She came over and kissed his cheek as she plopped down a steaming waffle onto each of their plates. “Ooh, these are the best waffles ever!”

“They are, aren’t they?” she boasted. She checked the time before grabbing her suit jacket and a briefcase. “Me and your stepfather are heading out to the office, so you boys behave yourselves, all right?”

“We promise!” Cyrus told her while T.J. gave out a weak, “Will do,” and with that, Cyrus’s mom and stepdad were out the door after a flourish of blown kisses and waves goodbye. Oh, did they love their little boy!

T.J. grabbed the bottle of syrup, squeezing a plentiful amount onto his waffle before cutting off a bite-sized piece with his fork and sticking it into his mouth with a satisfied “mhm”. Cyrus dug into his own, making sure to pile tons of whipped cream on top of his. T.J. looked at the bottle with longing eyes before he sprayed some onto his own waffles, too.

“This tastes so good,” he murmured to himself as he stuffed his mouth full. Cyrus laughed.

“I told you they were the best!” T.J. nodded in agreement, adding another waffle or two onto both of their plates. After they finished up, scraping their plates prior to dropping them into the sink, they both drifted back into the living room, neither of them having a plan on what to do next. As they plopped onto the couches, their stomachs full, they plunged into an awkward silence.

“Thanks for staying up with me last night,” Cyrus said, daring himself to glance at the boy beside him. He was so close to T.J. he could just reach out and touch him. From his spot on the double sectional Cyrus took note of the sharp curve of T.J.’s jawline, the light splay of freckles dotted across his cheeks that were only visible up close, the hue of his eyes (they seemed to vary from color to color, he had realized), and the cute slope of his nose. And—wait, was that syrup on the corner of his mouth?

“No problem, even though I was supposed to stay up all night with—what are you doing?” T.J. asked. Cyrus paused, boring into his eyes and his thumb ceased in motion. I didn’t even realize I was doing that!

Cyrus quickly withdrew his hand, almost as if T.J.’s skin had burned him, and he blushed deeply. “Sorry, uh…,” how do I explain this without sounding weird? “…you had syrup on your face.”

T.J. gave Cyrus that small smirk he had become accustomed to, and the butterflies in his stomach flared up at the gesture. “Oh, okay.” Just then, a buzz emitted from T.J.’s phone (saving Cyrus from the tense silence that was sure to follow), and T.J. grabbed it from the coffee table where it had been resting. He read the message and typed a quick reply before tossing it aside carelessly. “My mom’s coming to pick me up in twenty minutes.”

Cyrus’s stomach dropped. He had been planning to tell T.J. his secret today! And now he was pressed for time…maybe he should postpone?

No, a voice in his head (that suspiciously sounded like Buffy) interrupted him. You can do this. It’ll be okay.

Cyrus took a deep breath before he returned back to reality to find T.J. staring back at him.

“You okay?” the basketball player asked him with worried eyebrows, and Cyrus nodded once, building up the courage the meet T.J.’s eyeline.

“I hope I will be.” At T.J.’s confused expression, Cyrus just shook his head. “I wanted to tell you about my stuff,” he admitted.

T.J. grinned. “Oh, so you have other stuff besides being afraid of the dark and swinging too high?” he teased, and Cyrus smiled back, but wasn’t able to match T.J.’s mirth with all the knots in his belly making him feel nauseated.

“Yeah. This is worse.” he said, his heart beginning to pound. There’s no going back now. “I have a crush.”

T.J. tilted his head to the side slightly in confusion. “That’s not too bad.”

Cyrus gulped. Here goes nothing. “On a boy.”

T.J.’s eyebrows jumped in surprise. Clearly he had not expected that to come out of Cyrus’s mouth. “Really?” he asked in pure disbelief.

Cyrus’s stomach plunged. Was he wrong about T.J.? Would T.J. stop being his friend just because he liked boys instead of girls? “Yeah. Are…are you okay with that?” Cyrus asked worriedly, fidgeting with material of his dinosaur pajamas. In order to avoid looking at T.J. (he was probably giving him murderous glances at the moment), he began to list the dinosaurs he saw on his PJs. Oh, look, a T-Rex. And there’s a Velociraptor. Ooh, and a Triceratops…

T.J. snorted, shaking Cyrus from his train of thought. “Cyrus, I’d be kind of a hypocrite if I wasn’t.”

Cyrus’s head jerked up in surprise. Had he heard that right? “Wait, what?” he said bluntly. He was in too much shock to be embarrassed. Was T.J. like him? Had he been gay all along?

T.J. sighed, and he twiddled with the tassles hanging decoratively off of one of the couch pillows, mirroring Cyrus’s nervous tactics from a few moments before. “I like a guy, too.”

Cyrus’s eyes widened. He had definitely not expected this at all. “Oh. On who?”

T.J. paused on fidgeting with the tassles, and he gave a raised eyebrow. “Do you really want to know?”

Cyrus nodded fervently at the boy’s remark, and T.J.’s expression morphed into a slight smirk at Cyrus’s eager response. “Guess we’ll have to play Truth or Dare to find out.”

Under normal circumstances Cyrus would’ve laughed and humored the boy, but this was no ordinary circumstance, and he was hungry for information. “Okay, T.J., truth or da—”

“Ah, ah, ah, Underdog,” T.J. chastised him, much like how Cyrus had done to him earlier that morning. “It’s my turn.” Cyrus nearly slapped himself. Of course it was T.J.’s turn. What if T.J. asked him about his crush? And would he tell him the truth? Should he? And what if T.J. liked him back? He hadn’t even thought about that possibility…

Cyrus shoved all of his questions and comments to the back of his mind, all of them overwhelming his brain. Just focus on the task at hand, he reminded himself. That seemed to calm him down.

“Underdog, truth or dare?” T.J. asked with a smirk so wide that it made Cyrus feel uneasy.

“Truth,” he responded as his heart pounded in his chest. What could go wrong with the truth?

T.J. smiled at his response. Uh oh. This couldn’t be good. “Who do you like, Cyrus?”

Cyrus’s heart completely stopped beating. That. That is what could go wrong with the truth. “I’m afraid to say.”

T.J. lightly tapped his knee. “I won’t judge.”

Cyrus gulped, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Was it too late to back out? “I like…,” I can’t believe I’m about to say this, “…you,” he breathed out. His heart skipped. “I like you, T.J.”

The boy in front of him seemed to remain indifferent to his confession, but Cyrus thought he caught a hint of a smile being fought back. Or maybe he was reading too much into T.J.’s expressions? He did tend to have an overactive imagination at times.

“Your turn,” T.J. reminded him, managing to maintain a straight face. Cyrus silently cursed at him for his poker face. He could put gamblers to shame.

“Truth or dare?” Cyrus asked breathlessly.

T.J. pretended to think about it before answering. “Truth.”

Cyrus’s breath caught in his throat, and he fought back a smile. Normally T.J. picked dare. “Who do you like, T.J.?”

T.J. scooted a few centimeters closer, which didn’t go unnoticed by Cyrus. “Well, the guy I like is super smart…” Don’t get your hopes up, Cyrus. It could be anyone. “And he really, really likes chocolate chocolate-chip muffins.” Anyone can have an affinity for those, they’re delicious! “I had to help get him one once, actually.”

An indescribable feeling bloomed throughout Cyrus’s entire body, and he raised his head to meet T.J.’s line of sight. Surely there couldn’t have been more than one guy that T.J. had helped get a chocolate chocolate-chip muffin, right? “Really?”

“Really.” Before Cyrus could squeal, or do anything to remotely express the unlimited amount of joy he was feeling in that moment, T.J. spoke. “So, Cyrus, truth or dare?”

Cyrus was confused for a second. T.J. still wanted to play? Even after they had confessed their feelings for each other? He glanced at T.J. unsurely; what did he have up his sleeve? “You know what? I’ll choose dare.”

A smile broke out onto T.J.’s face; Cyrus gave him exactly what he wanted.

T.J. inched closer to him, and Cyrus’s breath caught in his throat at the action. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Cyrus’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Wait…T.J. wanted him to kiss him? On the lips? Was he serious? Surely he couldn’t have meant that…

His eyes flickered unsurely up to T.J., who looked pretty confident in his statement. When T.J. raised his eyebrows expectantly, Cyrus took a deep breath and, in a sudden burst of confidence, shakily leaned forward. Was he actually doing this? Was this actually happening?

Cyrus’s eyes flitted down to T.J.’s lips one last time before he closed his eyes and plunged forward, pressing his lips firmly against T.J.’s. He was actually doing this!

His heart hammered in his chest as T.J.’s lips moved softly against his own, and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest. This was probably the most exciting thing to happen to him, ever!

Cyrus, originally having no place for his hands, ended up cradling both sides of T.J.’s face while T.J.’s hands rested on the side of his neck, his fingers curling around the nape of his neck, and Cyrus was pretty sure that they had both died and gone to heaven. Stuff like this didn’t happen to him. Surely this was some beautiful, amazing dream! And definitely one that he never wanted to end!

Eventually they broke apart, both of them desperately needing air, and Cyrus beamed in disbelief as he caught his breath. “That was…”

“Wow,” T.J. agreed, running a hand through his tousled hair incredulously. His eyes were sparkling, and Cyrus wondered if his own eyes were mirroring T.J.’s delirious expression.

Their eyes met in their half-dazed state, and T.J. began to lean in once more, causing Cyrus’s heart to pound in anticipation. However, before their lips met again, they were both shaken from their mesmerized stupor by a rattling honk! that emitted from outside.

T.J. sighed at the sudden sound. “That would be my mom,” he said, reluctantly pulling away from Cyrus. He began to collect his belongings near the entryway, and Cyrus shuffled behind him, unwilling to let the boy go just yet.

As T.J. slung his backpack over his shoulder, he quickly pulled on his shoes and tucked his sleeping bag under his arm. “Looks like I got this out for noth—hmph!” Cyrus cut him off with one last sweet, chaste kiss on the lips, and he abruptly pulled away before T.J. had time to react.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow? At the swings?” Cyrus asked, a deep blush highlighting his cheeks.

T.J. beamed widely in response, and he ruffled Cyrus’s hair before he strolled out the door. “I’ll see you there,” he said, grinning over his shoulder. As Cyrus watched T.J. descend down the porch steps, waving at him one last time before he left his line of sight, he leaned against the door frame with a smile on his face. Sleepovers were more than he bargained for, that’s for sure!

Bless this for finally being finished. I absolutely loved this prompt (you guys should’ve seen the outline for this, it was pretty hilarious!), and I hope all of you guys like it, too. Please leave a comment to let me know if my hard work paid off at all (seriously, comments and kudos are so encouraging and I appreciate them tons!). Check me out on AO3 and fanfiction.net, as well. Thanks for reading!

~emmagrace13

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ocean waves // t h r e e (taekook au)

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genre: College! AU/ light angst

pairing: taekook/vkook

word count: 1,264

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summary: Taekook AU in which Taehyung, an aspiring writer and professional cynic, learns from the mysterious stranger outside his cafe window that life is more than letters on a page

Taehyung had been pacing outside the door of the studio Namjoon had sent him to for ten minutes. Five of those minutes were spend wondering if he was at the right place. The other five minutes were spent wondering how he should enter, or if he should enter at all. Now, he was just thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, Namjoon’s name illuminating the screen.

professor kim (3:16 pm)

getting ur steps in?

there’s a window in the door lol I can see u

Taehyung whipped his head towards the door to see Namjoon smirking and waving through the window. He gulped in a big breath of air, got over himself, and opened the door.

“There he is!” He was greeted with cheers from Namjoon, sat in an office chair behind a computer mounted in front of a mixer, and two other strangers sitting beside him as he entered the deep maroon room. Inside, it smelled of vanilla and felt both warm and cool at the same time.

“Taehyung, this is Yoongi,” he gestured to a boy in a red supreme headband and a black sweatshirt and jeans that matched his dark hair. He was slouched comfortably in his seat and greeted him with a tired smile. “And this is Hoseok.” The other boy had a bright, heart shaped smile as he twisted excitedly in his office chair. He wore a jeans jacket over a gray hoodie that covered half of his wavy caramel hair, and adidas joggers on his skinny legs. They looked so cool, so much it was almost-no, definitely intimidating.

“Nice to meet you both,” Taehyung nodded shyly as the two greeted him with handshakes that shook him into the next dimension.

“Hoseok is a junior like me, and Yoongi’s a senior.” The blonde boy informed him.

“Lucky,” Hoseok coughed at Yoongi.

“Not lucky. Just one year deeper in student loans.” He replied dryly.

“So you’re all music production majors?” Taehyung asked.

“Yep,” Yoongi replied. “This overachiever, however, is double majoring in dance.” He wrapped his arm around the jumpy boy.

“Double majoring?” Taehyung’s eyes went wider.

“It’s hard work, but I just couldn’t choose one or the other. So now I’m stuck with both,” he chuckled.

“You say it’s so hard, but you practically came out of the womb dancing.” Namjoon teased, the boy responding with an arm wave as smooth as water, ending with a playful pop to Yoongi’s chin, gaining a threatening glare in return.

“So what about you?” Hoseok asked, Yoongi retrieving another chair from behind them and inviting him to sit.

“Literary Arts,” his eyes flickered down as his words slurred into mumbles. “It’s a bit lame, but-”

“Oh, so you’re a writer?” Yoongi asked, an intrigued tone in his voice. “Namjoon-ah told us about your work. Sound’s like you’ve got something special.”

“Oh no, I’m not that good, I promise.” He blushed profusely at the compliment.

“You’re too humble,” Namjoon teased.

“So what’s your dream?” Hoseok asked him, the question catching him off guard. “Where do you wanna end up with this?”

“I-I um...” he thought for a moment. “It sounds kind of crazy, but I want to study abroad. In Paris.”

“Crazy? That’s so dope!” Namjoon piped up. “They have a program here for that, you know.”

“No way,” Taehyung smiled in disbelief.

“It’s pretty exclusive,” Yoongi added. “Not many people get in, but it’s worth trying out. You should think about it.” He smiled.

“Maybe so,” Taehyung said, more to himself than anyone else.

“Speaking of exclusive, how come we’ve never seen you around? Joon hasn’t dragged you along to any parties yet?”

“I just transferred here this year, so I don’t really know anyone yet,” he laughed nervously.

“This month?” He asked.

“This semester, three months ago from Daegu. I guess I don’t get out much.” He scratched his head.

“You’re from Daegu?” Yoongi asked, putting on a strong, familiar dialect.

“The one and only,” he returned the favor, grimacing a bit at the thought of his hometown, but less so when he saw the look of pride that lit up Yoongi’s face.

“I like him already,” he told Namjoon, white cheeks brightening into a a gummy smile. Taehyung silently gave himself a mental fist bump, relieved that it was already going 10 times better than he had thought it would.

“Told you that you would,” Namjoon gave a dimpled smile. “Taehyung-ah, I wanted to show you this song. I need your opinion.”

“Mine? B-but Im not a producer..”

“Who said you had to be?” He patted him on the shoulder, putting him a little more at ease. “Plus, I need an unbiased opinion, from a non-musician’s perspective. The simplest advice is sometimes the best, and as simple as these two are, they’re still useless. I trust you more.”

“We’ll see how useless I am when I stop paying a third of your rent,” Yoongi glared, prompting Namjoon to rapidly mutter a series of apologies.

“I’ll try my best.” Taehyung rubbed his hands together in preparation, the word trust giving him a warm boost of confidence. Namjoon pressed a button on the computer and the music blared from the high quality speakers surrounding them. Taehyung almost couldn’t believe his ears. The sound he was hearing felt like something straight from the top charts. The sample was absolute perfection made even more perfect when a voice began rapping over the track. “Hyung, is this you?” He asked, unaware that he had begun bobbing his head to the beat.

“Yeah,” his smile held a hint of something akin to shyness. When it ended, Taehyung barely even noticed that his mouth had been hanging open until Namjoon asked him what he thought.

“Do you want me to be honest?” He nodded, eyes flickering with a hint of nervousness. “I think you’re stupid for not choosing music sooner.” His blunt honesty earned him a series of cackles from the three older boys. “Seriously, hyung, that was incredible.”

“I don’t know, it just feels like there’s something missing, but I’m not sure what.”

“Whenever I get writer’s block, I stop working. It sounds counterproductive, but it works. I just... let the idea come to me, I guess.” He spoke dancing around the point, unsure if he had offered any sufficient help.

“Wise words,” Namjoon nodded fondly as the other two mumbled enthusiastically in approval. Taehyung was struck with a pang of urgency when he checked his watch. He had less than 15 minutes until his Literature class all the way on the other side of campus.

“I’m running a little late, so I have to head out, sorry.” He apologized. “But it was nice meeting you all.”

“Come back often!” Hoseok chirped as Suga sent him off with a salute, lounged back in his seat with his legs crossed in a manner that radiated a tough kind of confidence.

“Oh- also, if you don’t mind, could you send me that song? You know, so I can try to help and not just because I’m probably going to replay it nonstop for the next month.” He caught himself before he closed the door.

“Of course, of course,” he beamed. “Catch you later.”

He exited the studio with a small smile stuck to his face, curious as to why he had been anxious in the first place. Too content to let his head get the best of him, he swallowed the bitterness that threatened him in the pit of his stomach as he half jogged, half skipped to his next class.

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Running Into You - No. 6

Installment number 6 in my series of AU oneshots about Dan meeting his favourite youtuber AmazingPhil for the first time.

AO3 link

Genre: Fluff, with a sort of 2009-ish feel (but it’s still AU)

Warnings: A bit of swearing and some mentions of low self-esteem but literally it’s just fluff

Prompt: Missent Text

Summary: Dan’s on his gap year, so naturally he’s spending most of his time lounging around on the internet, watching his favourite youtubers and scrolling through tumblr. When he gets an accidental text from an unknown number, he doesn’t think much of it, until a series of events start to convince him the sender might just be someone he idolises: AmazingPhil.

A/N: This draft is like 2 years old, but @agingphangirl convinced me to post this while we’re waiting for pinof. It’s epistolary form, so I hope it isn’t too confusing. Hope you like it ^_^

Phil’s texts are italics, Dan’s texts are in quotation marks

…

6. Missent Text

Where r u?

Sorry what?

Where r u I’ve been here 10 mins

…Am I supposed to be somewhere?

You said on dm you’d be here at 6, I’m getting cold ^_^

Um I’m sorry mate but you must have the wrong number

Oh crap!! Sorry!!

.Lmao it’s ok. Just checked my dms and nothing interesting enough to make me be outside in this weather sorry

Tell me about it x_x I’m freezing. But if you’re not peej then I’ll be here a while

Unfortunately for you I go by Dan

Oh. Well, hello Dan. Sorry for bothering you with my freezing antics

Nvm it’s cool

It’s more than COOL, it’s COLD enough for ICICLES

I’m sure ur exaggerating

No my nose is an actual block of ice

Where even are you? Unless you’re in the Arctic you might want to get that seen to

Sorry! Peej showed up eventually (the friend I thought you were). Turns out he gave me the wrong number. All sorted now. I promise not to bother you again

Honestly it’s fine. I probably need more human contact so you did me a favour

Haha, glad to be of service ^_^ also I was in Manchester. It’s so cold it snowed. My icicle nose is allowed

Manchester? That’s like waaaaay in the north

Not that far but cold enough for icicle noses :P

Yes yes ok you’re allowed an icicle nose

Haha thanks :P so where are you, if not in the north?

Reading

Ohhhh so a proper southerner

I guess you could say that

Well hello Dan the proper southerner

God no that makes me sound like a queens guard or something

Do you queens guard people have time to text?

We’re too busy dealing with the corgis and all that shit

I knew it 0.o

XD but really I’m sitting in bed on the internet lol

Actually same

Haha really?

Yep. Which sites you on?

Just the usual. Tumblr, YouTube. My favourite youtuber has a new video due out tonight

Nice ^_^

What sites are you on?

Currently uploading a video to my YouTube channel

You have a channel?!

Haha yeah ^_^

Which one? Would I know it?

I don’t know. It isn’t a huge deal but it’s fun

Yeah I mean I admire that. I’d love to have a channel

Why don’t you?

Idk too scared I guess

Awr ^_^ nothing to be scared about honest, it’s just you and a camera

And the whole of the internet xD

Haha I try not to think about that part 0.o thousands of people watching me

Thousands? Wow so you must be a pretty big channel

Heh I guess, maybe ^_^ so who are your favourite youtubers?

Oh man I have loads XD Smosh, community channel, AmazingPhil (the one I’m waiting for the new video), charlieissocoollike

That’s a good mix ^_^ my new video is 99% uploaded and stuck there x_x

Seriously? Your connection needs to sort its shit out

Haha yeah it really does. I think it’s being attacked by bees

Bees?

Or wasps

Seriously?

Tiny horned beetles?

Do they even exist?

Idk but if they do they’re attacking my wifi

I’ll send the insect spray

Haha thanks XD it must have worked as my video is finally uploaded!

—

…Great video. Especially the lion wedding, that was sweet

Haha thanks! Glad you liked it, took ages to get the dress on lioness. Plus my mum nearly walked in on me 0.o

Holy fuck you actually are AmazingPhil aren’t you

Um, well, yes.

Sorry.

AmazingPhil, FantasticPhil, Epic Youtuber

or just Phil if you prefer

I probably should have told you

Jesus shitting fuck I’m sorry for bothering you

Don’t be daft! I accidentally texted you first ^_^

Yeah but I bet you didn’t expect to end up with a weird fanboy. Um. Not that I’m a stalker I promise

Haha it’s ok Dan honestly

I’m not going to spread your number around or anything holy shit like I’m so sorry

Honestly, please don’t worry, it’s been nice talking to you ^_^ I appreciate you not spreading my number around though. I got lucky with you, don’t want to risk a creepy stalker finding me 0.o

Lmao I promise xD how do you know for sure I’m not a creepy stalker though

0.o I’ll set the bees against you

I’ll start running now

Haha

—

So out of curiosity how long have you been watching my videos for?

Oh um a couple of years now

Really? That’s awesome!

Yeah. You actually replied to one of my comments once ^_^ made my day

Aw haha that’s great, which video?

The toxic one

Oh my god >.<

Haha it’s a good video :P

I should remove it from the internet immediately

Don’t you dare! Your fans would be sad

X_x well this isn’t very fair if you know about me but I don’t know you at all

Well you know my name’s Dan

And you’re from Reading. Tell me more? ^_^

unless you don’t want to, that’s fine, I’m just curious

Haha no it’s alright. Um. I’m Dan. I just finished my A levels and now I’m taking a gap year

Oh cool ^_^ going to uni after that?

Probably. Thinking of law

Wow, that’s impressive

Haha we’ll see ^_^

Just checking but how old are you? I don’t want to be a creep 0.o

Lmao dw I’m 18 everything is legal

Phew XD Anything else I should know?

Well I’m currently undefeated at mario kart

What seriously? You’ve never lost?

Nope and I don’t plan to start :P

I’d beat you

I really wish we could test that theory

Haha that would be fun :P we could always test it over Skype sometime?

That’s probably really weird sorry

I promise I’m not a creeper

It’s ok, and yeah, I’d love to Skype sometime

Yeah? Yay! :D

Lmao you’re probably going to want to run a mile when you see me though

I doubt that very much unless you have like five eyes or something

Five eyes? Wtf XD

Idk you could be a giant spider

[insert pic] See? Not a giant spider :P

Oh wow yeah not a giant spider. I spy a cute guy :P

Shut up >.<

Nice hair

Lol I swear I had it like this before I started watching you

[insert pic] And here I thought I’d started a trend

Crap you actually are Phil >.< yeah your hair is cool enough to be a trendsetter tbh

Haha thanks XD and yeah I am Phil. Is that a problem?

Are you kidding me? Nope except I turn even more awkward than normal around people I admire

Aw well awkward people are the best. And at least there aren’t videos of you half-naked on the internet

You make a good point

—

Hey so I’m uploading a new video tonight but I can’t decide if it’s actually any good. Check it out for me?

Omfg are you seriously saying I get a sneak preview on an AmazingPhil video

Yes please ^_^ I might have overweirded. Need a second opinion

Omfg

just like

give me a moment

wtf

fucking hell

wow ok

I’m calm now

yes I would love to check your video for you

Haha thanks. It’s up as unlisted, [insert link] please be honest with me if it’s terrible

Wow man that’s awesome! I love how interactive it is!

Omfg seriously how are you this creative like you shouldn’t be allowed

Haha really? Wow thanks, I’m not sure about the shot angle though and the lighting is kinda terrible

Yeah ngl the lighting is bad but you can’t control the sun

You never know! I could be a weatherman. But you seriously think I should upload it?

[insert pic with thumbs up] totally I love it

Aw I forgot how hot you are. It’s going up tonight then

CUTE I MEANT CUTE

Gah I’m sorry

Haha it’s fine, getting called hot is never bad in my book ;)

Would you believe it was autocorrect?

Haha if you want :P sounds pretty unlikely though

I’m hiding in a pillow and never coming out

No! Then your subscribers will hate me for taking you away

[insert pic in a pillow] do you like my new home

XD don’t hide from me seriously like you have a video to upload

[insert pic] ok true it’s on 68%

Damn YouTube upload times

Tell me about it. Have you ever uploaded a video then?

Lmao there’s one of me being a boss at DDR

Yeah? Can I check it out?

>.< Um sure, I’m a lame nerd though

Dan, have you even met me?

Haha ok true :P [insert link] just don’t say I didn’t warn you

No one’s feet should be allowed to move that fast. You’re so good, I fall over whenever I try and play

Haha I could teach you

Please be my DDR master Dan-sensei

Depends what you give me :P

I’ve got Pokemon cards

I’m sold

—

[insert pikachu with a lion pic] this was too cute not to show you

Awwww! Rawr ^_^ where is that?

Shop called forbidden planet. I’m in London on work experience and went there on my break

0.o London? You’re braver than me, capital cities scare me

Aw poor Phil haha

[insert pic] do I look ready for work?

Very serious

Srs bsns

[insert scared face pic] I’ll take YouTube any day

Haha. Me too tbh. Law offices are big and dull

Why do you want to do it then?

Idk. Job security? Having a point in life?

Fair enough :P

You did English didn’t you? Sorry I swear I’m not a stalker

Haha it’s fine ^_^ and yeah, English language and linguistics. Then a masters in post-production

Wow that’s so cool. So you’re in your 20s?

22 ^_^ My masters is the only reason I know how to edit videos :P

I wish I could

Well I can always teach you

Seriously?!

Yeah of course, I reckon you’d be great at making videos

Really? Lmao I’m so awkward tho

That can work in your favour, trust me :P

Haha well if you say so, YouTube senpai

Listen well Dan-kun and you too will learn the ways of the YouTube

Haha you’re so strange

You’re just jealous

[insert pic] so much

Stop taking pics at work

But it’s so boring. At least send me one back, save me from the dullness

[insert pic] on my way to a meetup so might be a bit slow

Oh cool meetup like YouTube meetup?

I guess that must be fun

I’d love to go to one but too scared and awkward lol

Save me work is literally killing me

I can’t actually keep working here

ugh why did I ever think law was a good idea I’m going to die at uni

Whoops sorry I seem to have spammed your phone

—

Hey Dan, sorry! I forgot to bring my charger to the meetup so my phone has only just come back to me. I mourned it’s passing *plays lion king music*

Oh that’s ok

I really am sorry that I couldn’t distract you from your work

Lmao no worries

Don’t know if it’ll make it any better but I am working on a new video and lion says he thinks law is a very admirable career option

Tell lion thanks and I’d be even more grateful if he did my degree for me

He says sign him up where are you going to uni anyway?

Well I’m not there yet. I have to start applying soon

Looked around any?

Errrr I’ll get on that

Isn’t the deadline soon?

Yeah but I’m an epic procrastinator

Lion is very disappointed

Lion can suck my dick

Dan!

Lmao I was kidding

besides you’re 18 you have loads of time to sort stuff out

Yeah but I have literally no idea what I’m doing

No one does. That’s why you go to uni - to figure it out

You seemed to have it all together

Haha thanks, but honestly, I was just making stupid videos in my bedroom

does that sound wrong?

Lmao a little yeah

Oops

Dw lol if you’re a sexual predator you’re a bit far away to do any real damage

True

:( I’d rather you were nearer tbh

Even if I’m a sexual predator?

Lol I don’t really think you are though

Well I’m not

And me too, Dan

—

[insert pic] last day at the office today I literally couldn’t be happier

Lol I can see from your face

[insert pic] is it that obvious

Rawr

I’ll send lioness to aid you

Lioness not lion?

She’s much fiercer

Lmao probs true either way I’ll take help

At least soon you’ll be free

Yeah I literally can’t wait

Gonna do something to celebrate? ^_^

Lol all my friends are at uni

[insert pic] well Lion and I are proud of you

Aw thanks ^_^ I still forget you’re AmazingPhil sometimes

I’m deeply offended

no but really I’m just Phil and you’re really cool

sorry

Na it’s fine I just had to work

Oops XD

I’m hiding out in the toilets now so we’re fine lmao

and I have no issues with you being Phil

I mean it could be worse at least you aren’t a creepy stalker

I hope not. Also uploading another video tonight, I think you’ll like it

!!! Best celebration ever

^_^

—

So I may have been stalking you on Twitter and it seems your birthday is soon?

0.o stalker. And yeah it is ^_^

wait you follow me? What’s your Twitter handle?

Um. Yes I follow you. And this is going to sound very awkward and stuff but I kind of want to send you a birthday present

Omg Dan you don’t have to do that

Well I’d kinda like to so :P should I use your PO box?

Nah that takes ages to check, I’ll give you my actual address

I promise not to hunt you down

Tbh if it’s you I wouldn’t even mind

Omg

[insert pic with address] there you go

Lol is that a bank statement?

Yeah I’m so profesh

Phil! I could literally rob you

Well I trust that you won’t :P

Lmao you’d better

What’s your Twitter handle btw? You never said

Uh its danisnotonfire.

But please don’t judge me oh god I’m such a nerd

Dan honestly you’re the coolest person I know

sorry was that a bit much?

No! I’m just struggling to respond to the best youtuber out there calling me cool

Not just cool, the coolest :P wow you’ve commented on my tweets quite a bit

>.<

Sorry I never noticed you properly

You accidentally texted me I think that wins

Haha true

—

Happy birthday!

Thanks! ^_^ I have family stuff but I’ll talk to you as soon as I’m done

Sure sure have a great day!

— DAN OMG

YOUR PRESENTS

YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE YOU ACTUALLY SHOULDN’T

[insert excited pic cuddling the presents] you’re amazing

you’re so amazing

I can’t believe you

honestly you’re too amazing

how did I ever meet someone this nice and funny and cool and kind and cute and sweet

honestly

and I know you must be sleeping it’s like 2am but I have to tell you

OMG you’re too adorable

who let you be like this and you’re too far away :(

I wish you could be here so I could give you a thank-you hug

Wow I’m glad you liked them :P I’ll take a thank-you hug

What are you doing still up?

Can’t sleep how was the party?

GR8 M8! My parents embarrassed me in front of everyone

Oh no what did they do?

Got the baby photos out >.<

Lmao I’d love to see that

I was ginger

OMG for real?!

Yes >.< *hides forever*

That’s adorable

You’re adorable

Your mum’s adorable

Actually shut up

:P aren’t you too old for immature arguments now

Go to sleep

Lmao I’m glad it was good though

Thanks yeah it was rly good

Looking through the photos now

Any good ones?

Mostly drunk XD [insert pic]

Who’s that guy?

My cousin

Lmao ok I was about to say hands off

XD he was really drunk

You look a bit worse for the wear too

I may be slightly intoxicated

Haha tut tut Lester

Shut up Dan :P what is your surname?

Howell

Howell? Like a wolf?

Lmao if you like

Awooooooo

You’re so strange XD

AwoloooooOooooOOOOO

it suits you though

you’re very brown

XD aren’t wolves grey?

Well yeah

but like

you have their wildness

Lmao I’m taking that as a compliment

You should

you’re hot as hell

but so young and sticky out

like a baby deer

A wolf and a baby deer?

And eyes like an owl

You and your animal metaphors

None of those are quite right though

Like your eyes are too pretty they’re more like the night sky

but coloured with earth

You’re drunk

I mean it though

…I know

I wish I had eyes like yours

No! Yours are perfect

They’re big and weird

They’re deep and beautiful and I could swim in them all day

and I’m not drunk

I should be sleeping

You’re sleep-drunk :P which is actually a thing you know

Right I’m going to sleep

Noooooooo

We’ll talk about this when we’re both more sane

But I don’t want you to go

it’s quiet and sad when you aren’t around

and I’m cold here now

and it’s my birthday

Dan?

Happy birthday you idiot. Now go to sleep

night Dan <333

—

I’m so sorry about last night I had too much to drink

Haha it’s ok it was your birthday

Yeah but still

I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable

You didn’t. There’s nothing to worry about

Do we need to talk about this?

Um. Do you want to?

Kind of

But kind of not

I don’t want to make you feel awkward

I’m always awkward

Dan, for real. You know what I mean.

Yeah I think I do

Do we need to talk about it?

I think we’re both aware it’s there. Let’s just see where it goes?

Yeah ok sounds good. And no awkwardness?

None at all, I promise <3

Good <3

—

Hey Dan, are you still up for Skype at some point?

Yeah, sure ^_^ tonight?

Yeah! I’ll just finish up editing

Ooh, what’s it like?

Haha spoilers :P what’s your Skype name?

Danisnotonfire same as Twitter

Original :P

added you

‘AmazingPhil has added you to his contacts’ you’re just as original I see

Shut up and answer the call

—

So my eyes are even bluer on skype? :P

Haha shuddup

They’re even more blue in person

Are they even blue lmao they’re like 3 different colours

[insert pic] mostly blue

Greeny yellow blue

Very poetic

Shuddup :P

sorry I’ll stop

Please don’t

Lol fishing for compliments?

Well if they’re being offered

You’re impossible

That isn’t a compliment

You’re ridiculously strange?

I’ll take that

Haha of course you would :P

So what are you up to?

Actually answering a few texts for once, you?

Throwing around some video ideas but I’m bored now. Who’re you texting?

Some school friends who are at uni

Nice ^_^

Well. Sort of. It’s weird

Tell me about it?

It’s just they all have these lives that are moving forwards and away from home and leaving me behind

and I just

My ex is dating someone else and I’m in exactly the same place as I was when she broke up with me

And I’m not content but I don’t really want to go anywhere or do anything and I just don’t know what on earth I’m going to do with my life

Were you happy with them before school ended?

Idk. I thought so at the time. But I don’t think I’ve ever really been happy, not yet

It’s ok. You don’t have to know right now. And one day you’ll leave all of them behind too and move on to something better

I think I already am. Having you around is better than them

Sorry

Haha don’t apologise for being so sweet ^_^

Also I’m single now. And bi. Just to avoid confusion

I’m bi too. Probably

Probably?

Not a massive fan of labels if I’m honest

If I feel something for someone then that’s all that matters

Might be demi, might be bi, might be somewhere inbetween.

And I don’t want you to worry about your future, ok? Everything is going to fall into place

And if it doesn’t I’ll be around to distract you with more lame animal comparisons

Haha I actually love you

Me too <3

—

Get on Skype!

Ok it’s late you’re probably sleeping

it’s just

ugh I don’t know who else to talk to so I’m going to rant at your phone like a completely normal person

but mum yelled at me for not doing my uni application yet

but I just don’t know what to do I mean law yes but how do I decide where?

This is huge

and I don’t want to rush into it

but she thinks I’m going to miss the deadline though there’re months left

and I just

ugh

now she isn’t talking to me

Dan I’m sorry I was sleeping. Skype now?

I really don’t mind you spamming my phone, please do, always, I’d rather you had somewhere to talk about this stuff

And you know, Manchester uni is good. I could show you around

—

I spoke to mum about going to look around the uni.

She asked where I would stay.

I kind of told her I have friends at uni there.

It’s a half truth right?

Awesome ^_^ Um do you think she’d like to know the truth?

Probably.

Idk.

She might freak out and be worried

Because you’re meeting a random man you’ve never met before?

Lmao when you put it like that

Are you honestly ok with this? It’s fine if you’re not

No no I’m so ok. I want to meet you. Like properly

I want that too. So much

So it’s going to happen. I’m buying train tickets

Awesome ^_^ but your mum?

Do you think I should tell her?

I think she’d be happier knowing where you are

Yeah. Yeah I know. I’ll talk to her

Give her my phone number too. And my address

Lmao you after more stalkers?

Dan I’m serious I want you to be safe

You spoon

yeah I’ll tell her everything. She might not be best pleased though

Dw if she locks you up I’ll come rescue you

—

I told her

!!! And?

She said yes

OMG!!!!! I’m out atm but Skype as soon as I get back?

Yes please :P

[insert happy pic]

—

Hey Dan you should make a YouTube channel before you visit me

?? Really?

Yeah I mean you always say you want to. And we could do a collab ^_^

For serious?!

Yeah! I mean, if you want to

I’ve been wanting to do a Q and A for a while and it would be fun I think

Omfg

Is that a yes?

Hell yes it’s a yes

Um only problem is

How do I even make a video?

However you want ^_^ you’ve told me loads of good ideas

But they’re so lame lmao

They’re really not. I promise.

Why not start with an introduction? Then you can go on to your actual content

Omg but like do you really think I could?

Honestly! Yes.

My mum’s going out in a minute so I’ll have the house to myself. I could film

That’s brilliant! I’m about to head out with mum but film whilst I’m gone and we can Skype later yeah?

Ok wow

omg

Phil this isn’t working I sound so stupid

fucking hell I can’t do this

You can! Act like you’re on Skype to me

Can we Skype?

Still visiting my brother sorry :( tonight we will

Ok. I’ll keep trying

You can do it! Pretend the camera is me. Or any friend. It’ll help

Ok <3

—

Holy fuck Phil I have views.

And subscribers! So many subscribers!

Told you!!

This is because you tweeted it

No, it’s because you’re really bloody talented

>.< I can’t believe I did that

You did and you’re awesome and I’m so proud of you!

Can’t wait to collab :D

Me neither, if you still want to I mean

Silly, of course I want to. Best thing about this month

—

Um so a bit of a change of plan

??? Do I need to cancel the train tickets?

No no! Just

Turns out my parents aren’t going to be here the weekend you’re visiting.

Is that a problem?

Lmao no why would it be

are you planning to ravish me or something

>.< I don’t think I’ve ever ravished anything in my life

Well you can start with me ;)

Dan!

Seriously though. Is it ok?

Yeah. Honestly it’s great.

Are you sure?

Are you?

Yeah I mean honestly it’ll be nicer to see you without having to get around them

I just don’t want to weird you out

You won’t

I hope not

Phil honestly I can’t wait

:D me neither

where are you btw? Skype isn’t picking up

Oh yeah, my internet is down, sorry

:O no wifi?!

No wifi. I’m not sure how I’m going to survive

I’ll spam you with texts

Please!

Actually I have something better

[incoming call: AmazingPhil]

—

I’m at the train station and it’s super early I’m not even sure you’re worth it

Sorry! I’ll make it up to you with hot coffee and hugs ^_^

Ok yeah you are worth it

Aw :D

On the train next to an old man who’s threatening to fall asleep on my shoulder

x_X tell him to keep his hands off

Lmao yeah I’m sure you’d really sort him out

I could be fierce

You’re literally a muffin with an emo fringe

I’ll fill your bag with bees

I’ll tame them into my own personal army

Then you’ll be our evil overlord

Mwahahaha

Can I be on your side when you take over the world?

Your lion powers could come in useful so yeah I guess so

Awesome we can run the world together

Yes :P

ugh the train is running late

:( by how much?

Twenty minutes atm

I’ll still get to the station at ten to

Well it might be running quite late by the time we get that far north

I don’t want to miss you. I’ll be there <3

I can’t wait

Me neither

Stuck in Stoke now. Literally the weirdest station I’ve ever seen

Haha really?

Yeah. And it’s packed. I had no idea this many people travelled this early on a Saturday, I didn’t even know this time exists

It doesn’t and you’re travelling in some other dimension right now

Shut up :P

Just waved my parents off. I’ll head out to the station soon

I’m so nervous

Me too <3

Promise you won’t run a mile?

Promise. I’ll see you soon Dan

See you soon

—

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Draco x slytherin weasley!reader Request: draco is secretly dating a Wesley (red head, hand me downs, very obvious except shes a slytherin) and her sister and Hermione are the only ones who know and it accidently gets spilled to her brothers and how they react and all that junk if you wouldn't mind?! Id love if you did! note: you gave me a prompt and i wrote waaaay more surrounding the story than anyone ever asked of me so idk here you go lol ----------------------------------- Draco bit his lip. Clearly you were a Weasley, with the bright ginger hair and moth eaten hand me down cloak, yet he couldn't deny you were certainly attractive. More than attractive, if he were being honest. It was rather unfortunate, he felt, that such a wonder could be lost to such a dumb family. He'd watched you from afar for years, but today felt different. Today he wanted to talk to you.

He licked his lips and strode towards you, determined to ooze his trademark charm to make you swoon. Normally, he wouldn't go out with a Weasley, but you were a Slytherin, so he felt you would be much better than your ridiculous Gryffindor siblings. "So, tell me," he questioned you, casually falling into step beside you, "How exactly did a Weasley like you get into Slytherin? You managed to break your family curse and join the high ranks. Tell me your secrets." "Sod off." "I was joking." "And I wasn't: sod off. I'm not in the mood to deal with your crappy teasing today." "Crappy? I'll have you know it's rather high quality. Besides, it's not teasing. It's banter. It's... flirting." "It's annoying. A rose by any other name and all that..." Okay. This conversation wasn't going where he'd planned... "Do you need help carrying your books?" He changed the subject, nodding at how your arms had changed positions multiple times in an attempt to more easily carry the weight of the books. "Yeah right," you scoffed, "Like you'd actually-" The first two books came toppling to the ground. You let out a frustrated noise and blew the hair out of your eyes before squating to try to pick up the books. But before you could, Draco had already done just that. He took another book off of your pile as well and started walking. You frowned and sped to keep pace, "Why did you do that?" "Is it such a crime to help someone carry their books, for Merlin's sake?" "For you it is." He sighed, "Then maybe you don't know me." "I'm pretty sure I know you well enough to know that helping someone isn't in your nature, Malfoy." "Ouch. You must talk to your brother a lot." "I don't need to talk to my brother to find that out. Everyone knows it." "Then, how about I show you a different side of me. One that no one knows." You stopped walking, "What?" "Go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend." "Are you... are you serious?" "Completely. And if you find that I'm as much of an arse as you think, then you can tell everyone that I'm exactly like that. But if not... Well, then, I guess we'll see. Is it a deal?" You furrowed your eyebrows, "You lost a bet, didn't you?" "What? No!" "Yes, you did. Someone dared you to do this." "I'm not a Gryffindor, I don't do dares." "Well, then it's some lame practical joke. And I don't think it's funny..." "It's not a prank, I promise." "Like I would trust you! You're probably going to curse me somehow, or have everyone jump out and laugh at me for believing it's real, or tell everyone that I'm-" "I like you, okay?" He announced, frustrated, "I think you're really pretty and cool, which I find insane because I vowed a long time ago to hate all Weasleys but then you showed up and I don't know I just can't hate you. I thought I hated the Weasley's ginger hair but you actually look really cute with it when you have it down and curly, or when you're in the library and you put it up in a ponytail so it doesn't distract or bother you when you study, which you do pretty often. And then sometimes you forget to take it down afterwards, like now, and the ponytail bounces when you walk. And I don't know, somehow you pull off wearing oversized hand me downs from your brothers and make the bagginess look actually really adorable. Which makes absolutely no sense to me, and yet you still manage it. And then you-" "Okay," you breathed, blinking from the sheer amount of the compliments he just gave you. "Okay?" He paused, confused. "Okay I'll go to Hogsmeade with you." His face broke into a smile, "Really?" "Yeah," you nodded, "Yeah, I will." *** You giggled and playfully slapped Draco on the hand for his joke, "That's so dumb!" He chuckled back, before taking another sip of his butterbeer. "So how's this for a one month anniversary? Same place, same table. Same orders," he winked at you. You couldn't believe a whole month had passed since that first date. "It's great," you beamed back at him, "You're the best boyfriend ever." "Just wait," he grinned, pulling a small box from his pocket. "What's that?" Your eyes widened. "I got you a gift." "Aww babe! But I didn't get you anything..." He shook his head, "No, no, I don't need anything. I just wanted to get you something. I ran it by Ginny and Hermione before I bought it last week, though, to make sure you'd love it. I trust their judgement pretty well." You blinked, "Wait, but... Draco, I hadn't told Ginny about us yet." He furrowed his brow, "Really? That's weird. She didn't seemed very surprised when I walked up to her... And she didn't react oddly..." "Weird. And she didn't come talk to me about it at all," you smiled, glad she was gracious enough to not confront or be angry with you for dating Draco. "I'm sorry if I messed anything up between you..." he apologized. "No, babe, don't worry about it. Everything's fine." You leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "So what is this amazing gift that I'm going to love?" He grinned and nudged the box toward you. You bit your lip with excitement before undoing the thin green ribbon and opening the small, black box. "Oh, Draco," you whispered, slowly lifting the small heart locket that had a silver snake curling around it. "I charmed it so that the snake can move. He'll protect the inside so no one can open it unless you want them to." "What's on the inside?" You replied, your eyes lighting up. He smiled back, "Open it." You carefully lifted the lid and saw a moving picture of you and Draco kissing and laughing. "Oh my god, Draco," you replied, tears welling in your eyes, "It's so beautiful, oh my god. I love you so so much," you moved over to his seat and gave him a massive hug. "I love you too, babe," he chuckled back, "I'm so glad you like it." "I absolutely LOVE it!" You squealed back, excitedly fastening it around your neck. "I was originally planning on getting it in gold, but silver is much more Slytherin." You laughed, "As if the snake wasn't already Slytherin enough!" "Hey," he defended, jokingly, "There's nothing wrong with a little house pride! Especially not when it's where I met my wonderful, beautiful girlfriend..." You leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips, "Thank you." "I don't deserve more than that?" He teased. "Hmm..." you pretended to think about it. He pulled you onto his lap as you yelped in laughter. "Fine, fine," you giggled, before reaching over and kissing him harder. You threaded one hand into his platinum hair and slid the other one across the smooth fabric on his chest. "Y/N?!" You froze, your eyes widening with alarm, before slowly turning to see Ron. "What on earth are you doing?! And with HIM?" Your brother spat, stepping forward to attack. You reached out to stop him, "Ron, calm down, he's-" "He's fucking with you, is what he's doing! Why on earth would you trust a Malfoy?!" "Y/N has the right to make her own decisions," Draco growled, prepared to fight him back. You stood up and jumped between them before any wands could be pulled. Ron hissed, but stepped down, "That's it, Y/N! Family meeting NOW. If you don't believe me, then maybe everyone else can talk some sense into you..." *** "I mean, are you bloody kidding me?! Malfoy, the most evil git on the planet?! You had to go and date him?!" Ron exclaimed. "If he comes over to the house, that means we'll have easier access to pull pranks on him," Fred whispered to George. "I already have the perfect one in mind..." George added, a grin spreading across his face. "No!" You screeched, "No, you are not pranking my boyfriend!" "Yuck, please never call him your 'boyfriend' ever again..." "Oh, shut it, you idiots!" Ginny scoffed, "I know Draco can be an asshole..." "You can say that again," Ron rolled his eyes before crossing his arms. "Hey!" You protested. "Draco can be mean," Ginny continued, "But at the end of the day, he makes Y/N happy, and that's what's most important. So we should all try to be happy for them, even if it might feel weird to us. And, I mean, you should see him talking about her. He's practically a whole different person..." You looked at her, incredulously, "Really? So you support it?" "Of course. And really, you should've seen him when he came asking me about that," she nodded to the silver locket around your neck, "It was really sweet how much he cared about getting you a perfect gift. He's a good guy." Ron scoffed, "He's probably just pretending to be nice to trick you..." "Ron, he's not pretending! We've been dating for a whole month for Merlin's sake!" "A month?!" Fred and George said, simultaneously. "Yeah. That's what this was for," you reached down and extended your locket so they could see it better, "One month anniversary gift." You smiled as you opened it to show them the wonderful moving picture of the two of you. Ron furrowed his brow and grimaced, "You really... like him that much?" You chuckled, "Um, yeah." "But he's... awful, Y/N." "He has an awful reputation, yeah. But he's not actually like that. Besides, that reputation means he protects me. That group of Slytherins that's been bothering me in all of my classes stopped because Draco confronted them. He really does care about me." Ron crossed his arms, "Fine, whatever. But the second he tries anything, I'll kill him." You laughed and rolled your eyes, "Whatever you say." *** "Come with me," Ginny instructed Ron, taking his hand and leading him away from where he'd been talking with some other Gryffindors. "Merlin, what do you want, Ginny? I'm busy!" "No you're not," she teased, dragging him down the corridor, "It's important." Ron sighed but let her continue anyway. Ginny motioned for him to be silent before peering around a corner. Her face broke into a grin, an she quietly waved Ron over. He frowned, but shuffled to her nonetheless and followed her gaze around the corner. "... an apology for messing up things with your family," Draco was saying to you in a completely empty corridor. Your eyes lit up as he pulled a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. "First the necklace, now this?" You gasped. He shrugged, "Guess it's just the giving season." "It's March," you laughed. He bit back a smile, "I don't know. I just like giving stuff to you. I like the way your eyes sparkle with excitement. It's beautiful." You blushed before pulling him into a small kiss, "You're the sweetest boyfriend in the whole world." He smiled back before handing you the flowers. "What happened to house pride?" You giggled, jokingly nodding at color of the petals. "Red's more romantic," he winked. You chuckled before taking a big whiff of the flowers, "Mmm. You know, this is rather close to what I think amortientia would smell like. Fresh roses and your cologne." Draco didn't reply, he just looked at you with an admiring wonder at what he did to deserve you. He'd never know, surely. You were by far the most beautiful thing about his life, and every day he couldn't believe he was actually dating you. Ginny smiled and looked over at Ron before whispering, "He looks at her the same way you look at Hermione." Ron bit the inside of his cheek for a moment before nodding and whispering, "Yeah."

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