Why is it any Different? (prompt fill)
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mindcracklovePrompt fill for oliviathecf:
prompt three: generic college au story.
So, good time feelings of a university au? Wut.
He had started to think it was going to be impossible to get through any of this. The work load was bad enough, but this was just about driving him up the wall. But how could he complain? He had clean water and dry clothing, a bike with only one partially flat tire, and enough money to buy him food at the end of the day.
The only thing was finals were just around the corner and he was in a giant amount of trouble.
It had been like every other morning, get up, brush teeth, take shower, put on clean clothing (hopefully), make coffee and try to find something to eat. The only thing that came up different was him. He was sitting there with a mug wrapped between his hands and watching Guude try to figure out if the milk was safe to drink or not.
He felt it all at once, like the wind was getting knocked out of him or a truck had decided he was the perfect place to drop their load of bricks. There was a weight on his chest, something that was constricting his breathing, and when he finally realized he needed to breathe it was almost to much. There weren't any birds singing or lights shining down from the heavens or some old father figure-esk person there to show him what was going on. Hell, he wouldn't even figure out what had happened until he got to lunch and saw the way an old man was watching an equally elderly woman from across the table.
And it wasn't as if he hadn't been around Guude for a long time. They were in their last year at university. They had met in the very beginnings when Bdoubleo had locked himself out of his dorm room while his roommate had gone back home for the weekend. He had been sitting outside his door, trying to get some of his work done when Guude had almost tripped over him having been looking down at his phone while walking. At first it had been an argument over whos fault it was, which led to why Bdoubleo was just sitting in the middle of the hallway, to Guude inviting him over to his dorm until the building's overly lazy attendee got back to him on getting him back into his room. To this day he thanks himself for forgetting his keys. (But just for that one time thing. Every other time he had done something like that it was just a pain in the ass.)
It was their third year living together (Which amazed all of their friends. How could Bdoubleo put up with Guude's snoring? Beef just about lost it when he slept over the one and only time.) and Bdoubleo had seen him pretty much every single day of his life. He was just /now/ figuring out he was in love with him? What the hell kinda logic was that?
He had seen that pair of green eyes and blonde hair and overly goofy grin for four years now. He had listened to that voice ramble and swear, mutter about some equation or food product. Heard his laughter until he wondered if he was dying because he was choking on his own saliva. (He'd even been the cause for some of that laughter.) He had seen the curves of his face when he smiled, the furrowed brow when he was angry, and blood on his skin when he wasn't careful. He had seen every expression, stance, emotional breakdown, and overly exaggerated impressions that he could possibly come up with. He had seen him at his very brightest and during the darkest hours.
How had he never noticed before? How had he never notice the goosebumps that rose on his skin when Guude touched him. Or the way his face couldn't help a smile when Guude was happy or laughing at Bdoubleo. (Not with him, not when Bdoubleo was the one on the ground for tripping on his own two legs.)
Finals were starring them right in the face and his brain chose now, now, to pick up on all the signs his body was sending it and give Bdoubleo notice that he was in love with his roommate. Not only was it the stupidest shit he could be pulling right now, but it was the worst thing to ever happen to him.
Bdoubleo felt like his was in some stupid tween television show. He had never pinned himself down as the type that fell for someone this hard. For someone he could never have.
For someone that could never want him.
Half of him was saying, sure man go ahead and tell him. March right up to him and just put it all out in the open. If he rejects you, fine. Meanwhile the other half was putting up road blocks and red alerts all but yelling, you can't say anything and fuck this up. You're done enough of that in your life, just shut your mouth and push all of these feelings down. This has been a good friendship that has earned you many more you can't fuck that up. Keep them to yourself.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can not say that that shot wasn't worth the cookies," Guude aruged, pointing to the trash can where he had just managed to sink the crumpled piece of paper from on top of a table while in a rolly-chair.
"Hey, man," Beef shrugged, "all I'm saying is that you were able to see the basket. I was on the ground with your hands over my eyes."
Bdoubleo sighed and exchanged a tired look with Kurt. When it came to arguments like this he wished he and Doc hadn't made up the game all those years ago.
It was just a simple 1v1 back then. Doc had been this overly tall guy who claimed to make any shot he could one night in the library and Bdoubleo had been working on an essay, annoyed and tired he challenged him and in return for beating him Doc would shut up.
They didn't have time to actually go out to the basketball courts (Not to mention they'd probably be kicked out by people who actually wanted to play basketball.) so Bdoubleo tore off a piece of notebook paper and shot it into the trashcan about ten feet away. Doc, looking throughtly unimpressed, went along with it and began the game of horse. Bdoubleo had ended up winning and was maybe a bit to over the top with the, "Holy shit"s and "I beat you to heaven, hell, and back. Man!"s because Doc had wanted a rematch. It got widely blown out of proportion when Bdoubleo had been hyped up on some coffee Zisteau and Kurt had made in their attempts to find the perfect cup and made a shot while hanging upside down from the stairway. Then it became who could make the weirdest-best shot. Then Doc and him had become friends which led to their giant group of friends finding out about the game which led to everyone participating. Maybe not a giant game with all of them together at once, but everyone had played at one time or another. Team Canada had made shots with hockey sticks, Zisteau had added an extra flare (Like he always did to everything he touched.), and Generik made sure that at the end of the game the winner would take home a prize.
As of now Guude, Kurt, Anderz, and Beef were playing for some cookies that had been left over at a party in Millbee's place.
Anderz was sulking in the corner for having missed his shot off the balcony. Kurt was never one to speak up about his usually really kickass shots, and Bdoubelo had just shown up after getting a, 'Ayee, pick me up will you?' text from Guude. (Which he didn't really understand considering neither of them had a car and walked everywhere or hitched a ride with someone else.)
"Shouldn't you guys be, I dunno, studying for the finals?" Bdoubleo spoke up when the two seemed to get into the, 'BUT MINE WAS SO AWESOME,' argument.
"You're the one who's going to be telling us that? You?" Guude chuckled and put an arm around Beef's shoulders. "What'd ya' say, guy, we just split the cookies between the four of us and head for the beds?"
"I can agree to those terms!" Anderz added, standing up from where he sat. He had a hopeful grin on his face. They all looked to Kurt who shrunk in his seat and held his hands up.
"I don't care, that's fine. I came out here to procrastinate, anyways."
They all went home happy, but no one as happy as Anderz. They waved their goodbyes and see you laters and went off in their own directions.
Winter had turned the air from a nice breeze to a harsh windchill that not even the warmest coat could protect you. Bdoubleo had to shove his hands in his pockets in order to keep them from getting red and numb. Burrowing down in his coat further and glaring as Guude seemed to be perfectly warm walking beside him wearing only a sweatshirt and not even having to get the hood up.
"Cold?" Guude grinned at him.
"No shit," Bdoubleo rolled his eyes and tried to calm whatever his stomach was doing from the sight of that smile. But he had seen that smile so many times, what made it any different now?
"Come on, it isn't even that cold out, guy. You never seem to be warm."
"That's because it's freezing and I'm not running seven hundred degrees over the normal human temperature."
"Why do you always say that, do I feel like I'm a volcano?" Guude asked and before Bdoubleo could dodge him Guude had his hands intruding inside his coat. The warmth of Guude's hands were covering his neck and moving closure to his chest, but halted and kept that position as Guude continued.
"Wow, you're fucking freezing. Are you made out of ice? Jesus, dude," Guude chuckled. Bdoubleo didn't know what the fuck was happening and could only stare at Guude who had his eyes downcast to where his hands were invading Bdoubleo's shirt. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped him when Guude's warm hands touched the frigid skin there.
Finally his brain seemed to catch up on the events taking place and managed to give his legs the strength to push his body back and get Guude's hands away from him. Meanwhile his tongue was trying to come up with some sort of reply to the whole ordeal but Guude was just as quiet as he was and fuck he had already screwed everything up with one sound.
"Alright I think you need to go to a doctor because no one is that warm wearing only that when it's this cold," Bdoubleo said, filling in the silence. He let out a breath, and pulled his hands out to gesture. "Look at this, I can see my breath. You're going to die of a heat stroke in the middle of winter."
"I could say the same for you, but about dying from the cold," Guude countered following when Bdoubleo turned and started walking again. Somewhere he let out a sigh of relief for getting out of that one, thankful to his brain for supplying him with useless humor.
Somehow he wondered if the universe had it out for him. Putting these feelings in him, making sure finals were as difficult as it was to climb Mount. Everest with your bare hands, and for consistently making sure that their friends were loud when they all got together.
Usually he would be right in the middle of the discussion and commenting on how Etho needed to be given the least amount of leverage or how someone needed to get Pyro something soothing to calm him down. But today he had taken a chair at the far ends of the table where no one would usually sit and just watched as all hell broke loose.
Beef and Pause had brought up the argument of just having a movie night instead of trying to set up some sort of game that would only end in a few trips to the local Pharmacy. Some people agreed on the mellower tone due to the closeness of finals and not wanting to get anyone killed this close to finishing but others weren't so approving. They knew not everyone would agree on the movie they were going to watch and it would turn into a giant argument anyways. (Mulan vs. Pocahantas was still up in the air.)
"I think we can all agree to watch Garden State," Pause said, making everyone throw their napkins his way.
Somehow it went from Marvel to DC, to Back to the Future, to Stuart Little, to the Great Mouse Detective, to Star Wars to Star Trek until someone said something about The Sound of Music and that's how they all ended up shoved into Guude and his apartment watching Julie Andrews sing while Mr. von Trapp and his kids fall in love.
"If they live in Austria, why don't they speak Austrian? Or at least have the accents?" someone whispered, most likely Baj, that was followed by a round of groans and a few people throwing pillows or popcorn.
Bdoubleo didn't know how he got to where he was, sitting shoved into the arm of the couch by Guude who had inserted himself between him and Paul and making the couch a much smaller space.
It was torture, having to feel the line to which they were pressed against one another and knowing when Guude was laughing silently because he could feel him moving and knowing every shift or twitch and having to be conscious of his own movements, breathing, and his heart rattling his ribs. He couldn't focus and when he started to, tried to, Guude would press into him more.
When he couldn't take it anymore he stood and made his way to the bathroom. The cold tile against his feet causing some sort of wake up call. He wasn't going to last if this was going to continue. He lived with the guy, he was starring at his toothbrush for god's sake.
He was going to need to get a grip on himself and this nonsense if he was planning on keeping everything the way it was. The great friendship that was set and wouldn't be trifled with unless he pulled some stupid stunt like this.
When he returned about half the room was passed out, some had disappeared, and a few were still focusing on the movie ("There's nothing more irresistible to a man than a woman who's in love with him.")
He heard scuffling and voices coming from the kitchen, so he wondered over and found Mhykol, Avidya, and Pak leaning against the counters while waiting on the microwave to finish the popcorn, the sounds it was making a dead giveaway.
He went to return to his seat on the couch only to find Guude, Etho, Paul, and Nebris all asleep and taking up what little space he had been occupying. How long had he been gone exactly?
Of course he would be the one thanking everyone for coming and making sure they all had their blankets and pillows and heads on straight enough to return home. It felt like a weight off his shoulders when the door was finally shut. Although it wasn't as if he hated having everyone together and sining along to what their favorite things were, but as of late he was just happy no one was around to see him making an idiot of himself.
"Did I miss them making it over the mountains?" a groggy Guude asked behind him.
"You missed the puppet show, the dancing, the woman bowing, and the escape," Bdoubleo replied, turning around in time to see Guude stretch and stand, a bit wobbly, and gripped the doorknob to keep himself from moving forwards and making his hair worse than it was then.
"Shoot, I liked the ending," Guude said, rubbing at his eyes.
"Go back to sleep, it's almost tomorrow." He let go of the door and started towards his own room, hoping he would be fast enough to get to his room before Guude woke up any further and would insist on any midnight run to Walmart or that he was in the mood for a walk. He didn't know if he could take it.
Turned out he was a slow walker because Guude had his hands on Bdoubleo's shoulders and legs bumping against the back of his own. He stopped in his tracks only to have Guude smack into his back.
"What are you doing?" Bdoubelo managed, already feeling the heat creeping up his neck and filling his cheeks. He let his hands grab onto his sweatpants to keep from touching.
"I don't know where my room is, take me," Guude mumbled, and Bdoubleo could feel his head pressed on the back of his own, slouching into him.
"You're not even drunk, why should I?" Bdoubleo gripped, trying to pull away which only seemed to make Guude grip harder.
"Bduuuuuubbsss," Guude sighed, "all you do is bitch."
"I think I bitch exactly the right amount, considering my situation." Bdoubleo tried again to pull away from Guude but couldn't get his hands to let him go. Tired, and so close to just turning around and ruining everything he moved forwards slowly, feeling Guude move with him.
They made it to Guude's room without tripping over anything or themselves, which was an accomplishment in his book considering all the things in their way. Although he did manage to hit his head against the doorframe of Guude's room. But other than that they were in good shape. He gave one last push and Guude flopped into his bed, bouncing slightly before settling into the mattress and pillows.
Bdoubleo stood there for a moment, finally able to move his arms freely, and tested his forehead. He didn't feel blood but somehow he knew there was going to be a visible bruise there to tell everyone what an idiot he was, if they hadn't already been aware.
He looked down at Guude for a few seconds longer, maybe it was minutes he didn't really know. Either way he was aware of how creepy and that Guude wasn't actually asleep. He left quietly and made it the rest of the way to his own room.
He was in some deep shit.
"I'm going to die before I even finish," he announced, falling face first into the couch. He groaned into the cushion and wished himself to be as far away as possible from anymore god for saken tests, essays, or project he was supposed to be finishing.
"No you won't," Guude called from somewhere in the apartment. "Because if you're going to die then that mean's I'm fucked."
"You'll be fine," Bdoubleo said, his voice low even to his own ears as he talked into the sofa.
"We'll both be fine," Guude said, sounding much closer. "Come on get up, we're going over to Etho, Beef, and Pause's."
"But I just got here!" Bdoubleo whined, looking up to see Guude shrugging on a coat. It had gotten a lot colder than it had previously ever been and he had constantly been yelling at Guude that he couldn't be catching a cold through this time a year because when one of them got sick the other was only a few days behind.
"Why are we going over there?" he asked, adjusting himself to a sitting position to watch Guude walk about the room searching for the keys that were sitting on the coffee table in front of Bdoubleo. He'd figure it out eventually.
"Because," Guude said, although not an answer Bdoubleo didn't argue. After five minutes of a half conversation between them Guude stopped to look at Bdoubleo about to reply to the questioning of his own project that was due within three days time, saw the keys sitting there and glared.
"You're an asshole sometimes," he said, his tone anything but angry. Bdoubleo only grinned and followed him out the door.
"What are we doing here again?" Bdoubleo asked when Guude didn't knock but used one of the keys to open the apartment door.
"To get my bag back," Guude said while pushing the door open. It was quiet, which was weird considering who the apartment belonged to. Every time Bdoubleo had stepped foot into the place it was either the screams of a tickle attack, music that was to loud for any of the residents to like them, or the yelling that went with a some kind of T.V. watching and/or food debacle. ("Popsic!" "Aye, Popsic!" "Will you two please, SHUT UP?")
It was the first time he had stepped foot into the place and been met with silence, and he didn't find it as a good thing.
"Your bag? Who took you bag?" he asked as Guude moved around the apartment and he stood by the door. He assumed he was look out, he always was.
"Pause," Guude replied, "he thought I had his copy of some textbook, when in reality it had been in his car. He refused to give it back after he found the bag of jelly beans."
"Why would you have jelly beans in your bag?"
"To either throw at people or to eat," Guude said, reappearing from where ever he had gone to. "You eat the good ones, throw the gross tasting ones at people."
"Wow," Bdoubleo shook his head only to stop and narrow his eyes at the other. "Are you telling me that was you throwing jelly beans at me? I thought our roof was falling apart! You-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it to you anymore if you help me find my bag?" Guude gave him a pleading look and if only he knew Bdoubleo was play dough in his hands.
"Will they be back soon?"
"Nah," Guude shook his head motioning for Bdoubleo to follow him. "They should all be at work."
"Where did you even get a key to their apartment?" Bdoubleo asked, stepping into what looked like Pause's room.
"Beef gave one to me when they all left for home last year, he wanted me to look after the place," Guude said getting on his hands and knees to look under the bed. "They don't know I still have it."
"So that's were you disappeared to over break," Bdoubleo thought aloud, opening the door to the closet. Small and mostly empty, only a vacuum and and broom sat inside. What a waste of space, he thought.
He went to turn only to be pushed forwards into the closet, his shin hitting against the vacuum and something pressing against his back. The door was shut and the lack of light made him blind for a few seconds while his eyes readjusted.
"What in hells blazes-" he started, but a warmed hand clamped over his mouth. He tried to struggle but stopped when he heard voices.
"Be quiet," Guude's voice mumered into his ear. He nodded and Guude's hand was removed from his mouth. Glaring, although Guude probably wasn't able to see him, he wiped his mouth off against his shoulder.
"Hey, what's for dinner?" Pause's voice asked, moving into his room. There was a reply that Bdoubleo couldn't quite make out but Pause made a noise of approval.
It was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever done, why they couldn't have made some excuse and hightailed it out of there was his only question. Now it would just be entirely fucking weird to stumble out of a closet with Guude and give and explaination.
He was shoved between a vacuum, a wall, and Guude. He had attempted to shift his position slowly, to not make any sound, but Guude had squeezed the arm his hand was resting on to stop him so he was going to be stuck in the worst and best position of his life. Basically Guude was hugging him sideways, one of Bdoubleo's legs stationed between Guude's, his shoulder pressing into his chest, and worst of all he could feel every breath Guude let out mingle against his cheek. If he made it out with nothing but being to overly heated from wearing a coat and having Guude in to close a proximity he would be thankful and never let Guude hear the end of it.
Pause was yelling about essays and Etho was trying to help with some wordly advice. Bdoubleo had to hold back a bark of laughter as Beef told both of them, "Guys if you were this helpful to one another during every other moment of the day we could actually live in harmony."
He didn't know how long they were stuck like that but he was beginning to feel like he would never be able to bend again. He tried to move, unable to keep from brushing against the other but found that his joints were complaining to much to care. He felt Guude squeeze at his arm again but he just continued to move. It was slow and it didn't make much noise besides the soft brush of fabric.
"Stop," he heard Guude whisper.
"I'm not making any noise," he replied, turning his head to glare because they were only in this situation because Guude decided flight was better than fight.
"That's no-," Guude started, only to be cut off by Pause yelling something about needing a synonym for the word, 'fuck.'
"Don't use that word in an essay!" Beef yelled back. Bdoubleo stopped his movement and returned to starring at the place on the wall once more. He felt Guude tense, his whole body stiffening. Bdoubleo cast him a, 'What's wrong look?' hoping to whatever the hell he could that he wouldn't get puked on.
Guude only shook his head and pointedly turned his eyes away from Bdoubleo's stare. He sighed mentally and wished he had never come along. Meanwhile another part of his mind, the part he had been keeping under careful lock and key, was keeping count of each breath Guude took and cataloged of every place where they were touching. Urged him to make sure that every part of him was was covered with Guude, that they were already so close how could he not just lean forwards and make sure there was no space between them.
He had to ball his hands into fists and bite his lip or the inside of his cheek, cause some kind of pain for his body to focus on instead of Guude.
Finally, fucking finally, Etho was calling out that it was time to go get some food and they took about twenty minutes to decide on what they were going to eat, but finally they left.
There was a moment of silence after the door slammed when they were left alone. Bdoubleo finally let out a sigh/laugh of relief. He felt Guude moving next to him, and then was falling out the door with Guude when they no longer had it for support.
"Holy-"
"Shit."
"That was the-"
"Worst thing to ever happen. What the hell was your plan? 'Ah, yes, hide for hours until they leave.'" Bdoubleo all but yelled, bending his legs.
"I thought it would be better than having to make up some sort of story as to why and how we got in."
"Are you kidding me? We say we came over to see if they wanted to go somewhere for coffee, the door was open, and we let ourselves in. What makes you think hiding in a closet would be better than that?" Bdoubleo stared at Guude waiting for some kind of explanation. All he got was a shrug.
There were many apologize and the, " Oh come on, it's a funny story to tell in years to come!" excuses. He refused to give any sort of reply or acknowledgement to Guude. Somehow he thought that this was the perfect out. A way to avoid Guude for more than the reason of being mad at him.
He made sure to keep himself busy with studying and getting everything he needed to done while he still could. He made a lot of progress, not letting himself get distracted with crazy schemes or conversations that would go late into the night. It hurt, having to see Guude try to get forgiveness from him that had already been given.
Although half the time he did something stupid trying to get Bdoubleo to reply. Running into other people while trying to keep his pace, forgetting to get whatever it was out of the oven so the smell of burning food filled the kitchen, or losing the game of paper toss because Bdoubleo had walked in and Guude had missed the throw (off the top of a stool that was being tipped by Pause and Etho) when they had made eye contact.
He felt bad, but seeing Guude topple backwards to land on Pause and Etho had made his day of tiring finals all worth it.
He was finished. Done. No more nothing. Until next term he was done with everything. All his projects were turned in, his essays were written, and finals taken. Hell if he passed, he was done and ready to sleep for the rest of winter.
Bdoubleo came home and fell to the floor laughing quietly. After everything he would be able to relax.
"What're you doing?" Guude asked somewhere above him.
"I'm laying down. What are you doing?"
"You're talking to me?"
"Yeah, finals are over. I can do whatever I want to now. Like veg out and watch T.V. until I die of ice cream poisoning." Bdoubleo paused and moved his head to look at Guude who was standing a few feet away. "Can you get ice cream poisoning?"
"I don't think your body would handle only getting ice cream, no."
"Well shit," Bdoubleo replied slowly as he stood up.
"So are we-"
"We're cool as the weather outside, Guude," Bdoubleo said with a smile that Guude returned. He felt his heart squeeze, beginning to pump harder. He took in a long breath and started shrugging off his coat.
"What're you doing?" Guude asked moving forwards and pulling his coat back onto his shoulders.
"I'm trying to begin the days of being a potato, what are you doing?" Bdoubleo whined, being careful not to move forwards.
"It's coffee night, guy, Zisteau said the shop was offering a discount due to the end of the year."
"Do we have to go now?" he groaned, letting Guude push him back towards the door.
"Yes, everyone is gunna be there. We have to go, too."
"Alright, I'm going to have to agree with you this time," Guude said after about ten minutes of walking. "It's pretty fucking cold."
"And you don't have on a coat," Bdoubleo smiled, watching as Guude's teeth started to chatter. He earned a glare.
"My hands are cold."
"I bet a lot more than your hands are cold," Bdoubleo chuckled.
"Do you have gloves?"
"You know I don't. Everytime we come outside when it snows I complain about the lack of gloves."
"Come here," Guude said, starting to walk closer to Bdoubleo. He had enough brain power and hours of sleep to dodge this time. He side stepped and kept moving forwards.
"You aren't getting my coat. It's not my fault you decided to be the defiant kid who doesn't listen to their mother about the weather."
"Oh, so you're my mom now?"
"No, Mother Nature is everyone's mother."
"Bdoubleooooo," Guude whined as he tried to get closer and closer making Bdoubleo move farther and farther. It was a game of cat and mouse until Bdoubleo tripped from running backwards and Guude caught him by the wrist. He pulled him to a standing position but didn't let go. They stayed like that, just starring at one another, green watching brown. They were breathing harder due to the running so Bdoubleo could see his and Guude's breath intertwine in the cold evening air.
"We..we should go," Bdoubleo said, pulling his eyes away from Guude. He swallowed hard, feeling the words trying to crawl their way up his throat. But he clamped his mouth shut and continued down the side walk towards the coffee shop. It didn't take long after that to reach it.
"I'm going to die," Guude groaned as they settled into their apartment. Finally. After a lot of coffee and half priced cookies (Kurt had bought them from Walmart.) they all walked out of there with smiling faces, relieved souls, and warmed stomachs.
"What?" Bdoubleo asked, shrugging off his coat. Guude had curled in on himself on the couch, clawing at the blanket that sat loyally on the sofa.
"My insides are warm but my hands and feet are going to fall off. This is terrible," Guude whined.
"So you've learned your lesson, then?" Bdoubleo smiled, walking to stand at one end of the couch to stare down at him.
"Yes, mom, always wear a coat even when you think you're invincible."
"Good," he nodded and sighed, carding a hand through his hair. "Well, I'm gunna go to bed and sleep for...eh, maybe five days."
"I'll wake you up in five then," Guude smiled up at him. "Goodnight."
"Night, love you."
He made it about half way to his room before he realized what the fuck he just said. Well, he thought, shit. He turned around, mouth open ready to give an explanation only to be met with Guude standing right there.
"I..uh, I didn't-" Bdoubleo stuttered, staggering backwards. Guude only moved forwards.
"You love me?" he asked, and Bdoubleo saw his lips twitching upward. How could he have been so careless? After all these weeks of keeping a tight lip, making sure he never slipped and he just let it go like it was nothing? How could he do-.
"Bdoubleo," Guude said, cutting off his inner monologue. "Do you love me?"
"Well, I mean," He took another step back only for the heal of his shoe to brush against the wall indicating that he had no more room to step back. Trapped. Cornered. Whatever you want to call it, he was fucked. Guude kept moving closer and he couldn't even fathom why. To get a hit on him? To pick him up and throw him out the door?
"I'll take that as a yes," and Guude was...smiling?
"What are you-" Bdoubleo started but was cut short by a hand splaying across his chest. Guude pressed gently, and he feels his back hit the wall an instant before Guude’s lips are on his. For a long moment, their lips moved together softly, touching and parting, and touching again. Guude’s hands moved up, one warm palm cupping the nape of Bdoubleo’s neck while the fingers of his other hand tangled in his hair. Bdoubleo angled his head, parting Guude’s lips with his own. He nipped Guude’s plush lower lip before sealing their mouths again, their tongues sliding together naturally as if they had kissed a thousand times before. Guude tasted of coffee, heady and almost sweet. Bdoubleo knows with a strange certainty that he will never, ever tire of kissing him.
He moves forwards with his own hands, one gripping in the fabric at the small of Guude's back while he used the other to pull Guude forwards even more by the collar of his sweatshirt. Bdoubleo felt his head becoming lighter and his lungs aching for air, but he only pushed against Guude's lips harder and tangled their tongues together further. It felt like some sort of dream, that he would open his eyes to the ceiling of his bedroom and he would be right back to where he started. Pining.
But this had to be real because the sharp pain of his hair being pulled and the vibrations his hand felt against Guude's chest were there and the hot press of his mouth against Guude's was happening. It had to be. Nothing had ever felt like this before, how could his brain even make this up when it was just now learning what it was to feel something that powerfully fantastic?
Guude would be the one to break the kiss, but he didn't travel far letting his forehead rest against Bdoubleo's so that their breaths were pushed out against one another's mouths so that they would be breathing in one another's, letting their insides be filled with one another as well.
"You bastard," Bdoubleo laughed. "You /bastard."
"Me?"
"Yes! Yes, you you fucking-" he sucked in a breath and smiled as Guude smiled. "What?"
"You're a giant dork, you know that?" Guude chuckled, pressing another chaste kiss to Bdoubleo's lips. "Although I couldn't imagine anyone else saying, 'I love you,' like that."
"Fuck you," Bdoubleo said, but could only smile and return the peck.
"Ah," Guude rolled his eyes and tugged him forwards into a deeper but slower kiss that left Bdoubleo dizzy.
"Me too," Guude said as Bdoubleo's vision stopped swimming.
"What?"
"I love you, too."
I honestly feel like a terrible person because the other two prompts seemed very specific and wanted. But I don't really watch Nebris and I didn't want to butcher him by writing terribly. If you feel jipped, I will gladly retry and write the other two prompts! I'm so sorry. :c
HAHAHA NOT TO MENTION THIS IS LATE.
I had like five other completely different versions but it seemed people had all the same ideas as myself and I felt like I needed to be original and get this shit right. Or as right as I could get.
prompt three: generic college au story.
So, good time feelings of a university au? Wut.
He had started to think it was going to be impossible to get through any of this. The work load was bad enough, but this was just about driving him up the wall. But how could he complain? He had clean water and dry clothing, a bike with only one partially flat tire, and enough money to buy him food at the end of the day.
The only thing was finals were just around the corner and he was in a giant amount of trouble.
It had been like every other morning, get up, brush teeth, take shower, put on clean clothing (hopefully), make coffee and try to find something to eat. The only thing that came up different was him. He was sitting there with a mug wrapped between his hands and watching Guude try to figure out if the milk was safe to drink or not.
He felt it all at once, like the wind was getting knocked out of him or a truck had decided he was the perfect place to drop their load of bricks. There was a weight on his chest, something that was constricting his breathing, and when he finally realized he needed to breathe it was almost to much. There weren't any birds singing or lights shining down from the heavens or some old father figure-esk person there to show him what was going on. Hell, he wouldn't even figure out what had happened until he got to lunch and saw the way an old man was watching an equally elderly woman from across the table.
And it wasn't as if he hadn't been around Guude for a long time. They were in their last year at university. They had met in the very beginnings when Bdoubleo had locked himself out of his dorm room while his roommate had gone back home for the weekend. He had been sitting outside his door, trying to get some of his work done when Guude had almost tripped over him having been looking down at his phone while walking. At first it had been an argument over whos fault it was, which led to why Bdoubleo was just sitting in the middle of the hallway, to Guude inviting him over to his dorm until the building's overly lazy attendee got back to him on getting him back into his room. To this day he thanks himself for forgetting his keys. (But just for that one time thing. Every other time he had done something like that it was just a pain in the ass.)
It was their third year living together (Which amazed all of their friends. How could Bdoubleo put up with Guude's snoring? Beef just about lost it when he slept over the one and only time.) and Bdoubleo had seen him pretty much every single day of his life. He was just /now/ figuring out he was in love with him? What the hell kinda logic was that?
He had seen that pair of green eyes and blonde hair and overly goofy grin for four years now. He had listened to that voice ramble and swear, mutter about some equation or food product. Heard his laughter until he wondered if he was dying because he was choking on his own saliva. (He'd even been the cause for some of that laughter.) He had seen the curves of his face when he smiled, the furrowed brow when he was angry, and blood on his skin when he wasn't careful. He had seen every expression, stance, emotional breakdown, and overly exaggerated impressions that he could possibly come up with. He had seen him at his very brightest and during the darkest hours.
How had he never noticed before? How had he never notice the goosebumps that rose on his skin when Guude touched him. Or the way his face couldn't help a smile when Guude was happy or laughing at Bdoubleo. (Not with him, not when Bdoubleo was the one on the ground for tripping on his own two legs.)
Finals were starring them right in the face and his brain chose now, now, to pick up on all the signs his body was sending it and give Bdoubleo notice that he was in love with his roommate. Not only was it the stupidest shit he could be pulling right now, but it was the worst thing to ever happen to him.
Bdoubleo felt like his was in some stupid tween television show. He had never pinned himself down as the type that fell for someone this hard. For someone he could never have.
For someone that could never want him.
Half of him was saying, sure man go ahead and tell him. March right up to him and just put it all out in the open. If he rejects you, fine. Meanwhile the other half was putting up road blocks and red alerts all but yelling, you can't say anything and fuck this up. You're done enough of that in your life, just shut your mouth and push all of these feelings down. This has been a good friendship that has earned you many more you can't fuck that up. Keep them to yourself.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can not say that that shot wasn't worth the cookies," Guude aruged, pointing to the trash can where he had just managed to sink the crumpled piece of paper from on top of a table while in a rolly-chair.
"Hey, man," Beef shrugged, "all I'm saying is that you were able to see the basket. I was on the ground with your hands over my eyes."
Bdoubleo sighed and exchanged a tired look with Kurt. When it came to arguments like this he wished he and Doc hadn't made up the game all those years ago.
It was just a simple 1v1 back then. Doc had been this overly tall guy who claimed to make any shot he could one night in the library and Bdoubleo had been working on an essay, annoyed and tired he challenged him and in return for beating him Doc would shut up.
They didn't have time to actually go out to the basketball courts (Not to mention they'd probably be kicked out by people who actually wanted to play basketball.) so Bdoubleo tore off a piece of notebook paper and shot it into the trashcan about ten feet away. Doc, looking throughtly unimpressed, went along with it and began the game of horse. Bdoubleo had ended up winning and was maybe a bit to over the top with the, "Holy shit"s and "I beat you to heaven, hell, and back. Man!"s because Doc had wanted a rematch. It got widely blown out of proportion when Bdoubleo had been hyped up on some coffee Zisteau and Kurt had made in their attempts to find the perfect cup and made a shot while hanging upside down from the stairway. Then it became who could make the weirdest-best shot. Then Doc and him had become friends which led to their giant group of friends finding out about the game which led to everyone participating. Maybe not a giant game with all of them together at once, but everyone had played at one time or another. Team Canada had made shots with hockey sticks, Zisteau had added an extra flare (Like he always did to everything he touched.), and Generik made sure that at the end of the game the winner would take home a prize.
As of now Guude, Kurt, Anderz, and Beef were playing for some cookies that had been left over at a party in Millbee's place.
Anderz was sulking in the corner for having missed his shot off the balcony. Kurt was never one to speak up about his usually really kickass shots, and Bdoubelo had just shown up after getting a, 'Ayee, pick me up will you?' text from Guude. (Which he didn't really understand considering neither of them had a car and walked everywhere or hitched a ride with someone else.)
"Shouldn't you guys be, I dunno, studying for the finals?" Bdoubleo spoke up when the two seemed to get into the, 'BUT MINE WAS SO AWESOME,' argument.
"You're the one who's going to be telling us that? You?" Guude chuckled and put an arm around Beef's shoulders. "What'd ya' say, guy, we just split the cookies between the four of us and head for the beds?"
"I can agree to those terms!" Anderz added, standing up from where he sat. He had a hopeful grin on his face. They all looked to Kurt who shrunk in his seat and held his hands up.
"I don't care, that's fine. I came out here to procrastinate, anyways."
They all went home happy, but no one as happy as Anderz. They waved their goodbyes and see you laters and went off in their own directions.
Winter had turned the air from a nice breeze to a harsh windchill that not even the warmest coat could protect you. Bdoubleo had to shove his hands in his pockets in order to keep them from getting red and numb. Burrowing down in his coat further and glaring as Guude seemed to be perfectly warm walking beside him wearing only a sweatshirt and not even having to get the hood up.
"Cold?" Guude grinned at him.
"No shit," Bdoubleo rolled his eyes and tried to calm whatever his stomach was doing from the sight of that smile. But he had seen that smile so many times, what made it any different now?
"Come on, it isn't even that cold out, guy. You never seem to be warm."
"That's because it's freezing and I'm not running seven hundred degrees over the normal human temperature."
"Why do you always say that, do I feel like I'm a volcano?" Guude asked and before Bdoubleo could dodge him Guude had his hands intruding inside his coat. The warmth of Guude's hands were covering his neck and moving closure to his chest, but halted and kept that position as Guude continued.
"Wow, you're fucking freezing. Are you made out of ice? Jesus, dude," Guude chuckled. Bdoubleo didn't know what the fuck was happening and could only stare at Guude who had his eyes downcast to where his hands were invading Bdoubleo's shirt. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped him when Guude's warm hands touched the frigid skin there.
Finally his brain seemed to catch up on the events taking place and managed to give his legs the strength to push his body back and get Guude's hands away from him. Meanwhile his tongue was trying to come up with some sort of reply to the whole ordeal but Guude was just as quiet as he was and fuck he had already screwed everything up with one sound.
"Alright I think you need to go to a doctor because no one is that warm wearing only that when it's this cold," Bdoubleo said, filling in the silence. He let out a breath, and pulled his hands out to gesture. "Look at this, I can see my breath. You're going to die of a heat stroke in the middle of winter."
"I could say the same for you, but about dying from the cold," Guude countered following when Bdoubleo turned and started walking again. Somewhere he let out a sigh of relief for getting out of that one, thankful to his brain for supplying him with useless humor.
Somehow he wondered if the universe had it out for him. Putting these feelings in him, making sure finals were as difficult as it was to climb Mount. Everest with your bare hands, and for consistently making sure that their friends were loud when they all got together.
Usually he would be right in the middle of the discussion and commenting on how Etho needed to be given the least amount of leverage or how someone needed to get Pyro something soothing to calm him down. But today he had taken a chair at the far ends of the table where no one would usually sit and just watched as all hell broke loose.
Beef and Pause had brought up the argument of just having a movie night instead of trying to set up some sort of game that would only end in a few trips to the local Pharmacy. Some people agreed on the mellower tone due to the closeness of finals and not wanting to get anyone killed this close to finishing but others weren't so approving. They knew not everyone would agree on the movie they were going to watch and it would turn into a giant argument anyways. (Mulan vs. Pocahantas was still up in the air.)
"I think we can all agree to watch Garden State," Pause said, making everyone throw their napkins his way.
Somehow it went from Marvel to DC, to Back to the Future, to Stuart Little, to the Great Mouse Detective, to Star Wars to Star Trek until someone said something about The Sound of Music and that's how they all ended up shoved into Guude and his apartment watching Julie Andrews sing while Mr. von Trapp and his kids fall in love.
"If they live in Austria, why don't they speak Austrian? Or at least have the accents?" someone whispered, most likely Baj, that was followed by a round of groans and a few people throwing pillows or popcorn.
Bdoubleo didn't know how he got to where he was, sitting shoved into the arm of the couch by Guude who had inserted himself between him and Paul and making the couch a much smaller space.
It was torture, having to feel the line to which they were pressed against one another and knowing when Guude was laughing silently because he could feel him moving and knowing every shift or twitch and having to be conscious of his own movements, breathing, and his heart rattling his ribs. He couldn't focus and when he started to, tried to, Guude would press into him more.
When he couldn't take it anymore he stood and made his way to the bathroom. The cold tile against his feet causing some sort of wake up call. He wasn't going to last if this was going to continue. He lived with the guy, he was starring at his toothbrush for god's sake.
He was going to need to get a grip on himself and this nonsense if he was planning on keeping everything the way it was. The great friendship that was set and wouldn't be trifled with unless he pulled some stupid stunt like this.
When he returned about half the room was passed out, some had disappeared, and a few were still focusing on the movie ("There's nothing more irresistible to a man than a woman who's in love with him.")
He heard scuffling and voices coming from the kitchen, so he wondered over and found Mhykol, Avidya, and Pak leaning against the counters while waiting on the microwave to finish the popcorn, the sounds it was making a dead giveaway.
He went to return to his seat on the couch only to find Guude, Etho, Paul, and Nebris all asleep and taking up what little space he had been occupying. How long had he been gone exactly?
Of course he would be the one thanking everyone for coming and making sure they all had their blankets and pillows and heads on straight enough to return home. It felt like a weight off his shoulders when the door was finally shut. Although it wasn't as if he hated having everyone together and sining along to what their favorite things were, but as of late he was just happy no one was around to see him making an idiot of himself.
"Did I miss them making it over the mountains?" a groggy Guude asked behind him.
"You missed the puppet show, the dancing, the woman bowing, and the escape," Bdoubleo replied, turning around in time to see Guude stretch and stand, a bit wobbly, and gripped the doorknob to keep himself from moving forwards and making his hair worse than it was then.
"Shoot, I liked the ending," Guude said, rubbing at his eyes.
"Go back to sleep, it's almost tomorrow." He let go of the door and started towards his own room, hoping he would be fast enough to get to his room before Guude woke up any further and would insist on any midnight run to Walmart or that he was in the mood for a walk. He didn't know if he could take it.
Turned out he was a slow walker because Guude had his hands on Bdoubleo's shoulders and legs bumping against the back of his own. He stopped in his tracks only to have Guude smack into his back.
"What are you doing?" Bdoubelo managed, already feeling the heat creeping up his neck and filling his cheeks. He let his hands grab onto his sweatpants to keep from touching.
"I don't know where my room is, take me," Guude mumbled, and Bdoubleo could feel his head pressed on the back of his own, slouching into him.
"You're not even drunk, why should I?" Bdoubleo gripped, trying to pull away which only seemed to make Guude grip harder.
"Bduuuuuubbsss," Guude sighed, "all you do is bitch."
"I think I bitch exactly the right amount, considering my situation." Bdoubleo tried again to pull away from Guude but couldn't get his hands to let him go. Tired, and so close to just turning around and ruining everything he moved forwards slowly, feeling Guude move with him.
They made it to Guude's room without tripping over anything or themselves, which was an accomplishment in his book considering all the things in their way. Although he did manage to hit his head against the doorframe of Guude's room. But other than that they were in good shape. He gave one last push and Guude flopped into his bed, bouncing slightly before settling into the mattress and pillows.
Bdoubleo stood there for a moment, finally able to move his arms freely, and tested his forehead. He didn't feel blood but somehow he knew there was going to be a visible bruise there to tell everyone what an idiot he was, if they hadn't already been aware.
He looked down at Guude for a few seconds longer, maybe it was minutes he didn't really know. Either way he was aware of how creepy and that Guude wasn't actually asleep. He left quietly and made it the rest of the way to his own room.
He was in some deep shit.
"I'm going to die before I even finish," he announced, falling face first into the couch. He groaned into the cushion and wished himself to be as far away as possible from anymore god for saken tests, essays, or project he was supposed to be finishing.
"No you won't," Guude called from somewhere in the apartment. "Because if you're going to die then that mean's I'm fucked."
"You'll be fine," Bdoubleo said, his voice low even to his own ears as he talked into the sofa.
"We'll both be fine," Guude said, sounding much closer. "Come on get up, we're going over to Etho, Beef, and Pause's."
"But I just got here!" Bdoubleo whined, looking up to see Guude shrugging on a coat. It had gotten a lot colder than it had previously ever been and he had constantly been yelling at Guude that he couldn't be catching a cold through this time a year because when one of them got sick the other was only a few days behind.
"Why are we going over there?" he asked, adjusting himself to a sitting position to watch Guude walk about the room searching for the keys that were sitting on the coffee table in front of Bdoubleo. He'd figure it out eventually.
"Because," Guude said, although not an answer Bdoubleo didn't argue. After five minutes of a half conversation between them Guude stopped to look at Bdoubleo about to reply to the questioning of his own project that was due within three days time, saw the keys sitting there and glared.
"You're an asshole sometimes," he said, his tone anything but angry. Bdoubleo only grinned and followed him out the door.
"What are we doing here again?" Bdoubleo asked when Guude didn't knock but used one of the keys to open the apartment door.
"To get my bag back," Guude said while pushing the door open. It was quiet, which was weird considering who the apartment belonged to. Every time Bdoubleo had stepped foot into the place it was either the screams of a tickle attack, music that was to loud for any of the residents to like them, or the yelling that went with a some kind of T.V. watching and/or food debacle. ("Popsic!" "Aye, Popsic!" "Will you two please, SHUT UP?")
It was the first time he had stepped foot into the place and been met with silence, and he didn't find it as a good thing.
"Your bag? Who took you bag?" he asked as Guude moved around the apartment and he stood by the door. He assumed he was look out, he always was.
"Pause," Guude replied, "he thought I had his copy of some textbook, when in reality it had been in his car. He refused to give it back after he found the bag of jelly beans."
"Why would you have jelly beans in your bag?"
"To either throw at people or to eat," Guude said, reappearing from where ever he had gone to. "You eat the good ones, throw the gross tasting ones at people."
"Wow," Bdoubleo shook his head only to stop and narrow his eyes at the other. "Are you telling me that was you throwing jelly beans at me? I thought our roof was falling apart! You-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it to you anymore if you help me find my bag?" Guude gave him a pleading look and if only he knew Bdoubleo was play dough in his hands.
"Will they be back soon?"
"Nah," Guude shook his head motioning for Bdoubleo to follow him. "They should all be at work."
"Where did you even get a key to their apartment?" Bdoubleo asked, stepping into what looked like Pause's room.
"Beef gave one to me when they all left for home last year, he wanted me to look after the place," Guude said getting on his hands and knees to look under the bed. "They don't know I still have it."
"So that's were you disappeared to over break," Bdoubleo thought aloud, opening the door to the closet. Small and mostly empty, only a vacuum and and broom sat inside. What a waste of space, he thought.
He went to turn only to be pushed forwards into the closet, his shin hitting against the vacuum and something pressing against his back. The door was shut and the lack of light made him blind for a few seconds while his eyes readjusted.
"What in hells blazes-" he started, but a warmed hand clamped over his mouth. He tried to struggle but stopped when he heard voices.
"Be quiet," Guude's voice mumered into his ear. He nodded and Guude's hand was removed from his mouth. Glaring, although Guude probably wasn't able to see him, he wiped his mouth off against his shoulder.
"Hey, what's for dinner?" Pause's voice asked, moving into his room. There was a reply that Bdoubleo couldn't quite make out but Pause made a noise of approval.
It was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever done, why they couldn't have made some excuse and hightailed it out of there was his only question. Now it would just be entirely fucking weird to stumble out of a closet with Guude and give and explaination.
He was shoved between a vacuum, a wall, and Guude. He had attempted to shift his position slowly, to not make any sound, but Guude had squeezed the arm his hand was resting on to stop him so he was going to be stuck in the worst and best position of his life. Basically Guude was hugging him sideways, one of Bdoubleo's legs stationed between Guude's, his shoulder pressing into his chest, and worst of all he could feel every breath Guude let out mingle against his cheek. If he made it out with nothing but being to overly heated from wearing a coat and having Guude in to close a proximity he would be thankful and never let Guude hear the end of it.
Pause was yelling about essays and Etho was trying to help with some wordly advice. Bdoubleo had to hold back a bark of laughter as Beef told both of them, "Guys if you were this helpful to one another during every other moment of the day we could actually live in harmony."
He didn't know how long they were stuck like that but he was beginning to feel like he would never be able to bend again. He tried to move, unable to keep from brushing against the other but found that his joints were complaining to much to care. He felt Guude squeeze at his arm again but he just continued to move. It was slow and it didn't make much noise besides the soft brush of fabric.
"Stop," he heard Guude whisper.
"I'm not making any noise," he replied, turning his head to glare because they were only in this situation because Guude decided flight was better than fight.
"That's no-," Guude started, only to be cut off by Pause yelling something about needing a synonym for the word, 'fuck.'
"Don't use that word in an essay!" Beef yelled back. Bdoubleo stopped his movement and returned to starring at the place on the wall once more. He felt Guude tense, his whole body stiffening. Bdoubleo cast him a, 'What's wrong look?' hoping to whatever the hell he could that he wouldn't get puked on.
Guude only shook his head and pointedly turned his eyes away from Bdoubleo's stare. He sighed mentally and wished he had never come along. Meanwhile another part of his mind, the part he had been keeping under careful lock and key, was keeping count of each breath Guude took and cataloged of every place where they were touching. Urged him to make sure that every part of him was was covered with Guude, that they were already so close how could he not just lean forwards and make sure there was no space between them.
He had to ball his hands into fists and bite his lip or the inside of his cheek, cause some kind of pain for his body to focus on instead of Guude.
Finally, fucking finally, Etho was calling out that it was time to go get some food and they took about twenty minutes to decide on what they were going to eat, but finally they left.
There was a moment of silence after the door slammed when they were left alone. Bdoubleo finally let out a sigh/laugh of relief. He felt Guude moving next to him, and then was falling out the door with Guude when they no longer had it for support.
"Holy-"
"Shit."
"That was the-"
"Worst thing to ever happen. What the hell was your plan? 'Ah, yes, hide for hours until they leave.'" Bdoubleo all but yelled, bending his legs.
"I thought it would be better than having to make up some sort of story as to why and how we got in."
"Are you kidding me? We say we came over to see if they wanted to go somewhere for coffee, the door was open, and we let ourselves in. What makes you think hiding in a closet would be better than that?" Bdoubleo stared at Guude waiting for some kind of explanation. All he got was a shrug.
There were many apologize and the, " Oh come on, it's a funny story to tell in years to come!" excuses. He refused to give any sort of reply or acknowledgement to Guude. Somehow he thought that this was the perfect out. A way to avoid Guude for more than the reason of being mad at him.
He made sure to keep himself busy with studying and getting everything he needed to done while he still could. He made a lot of progress, not letting himself get distracted with crazy schemes or conversations that would go late into the night. It hurt, having to see Guude try to get forgiveness from him that had already been given.
Although half the time he did something stupid trying to get Bdoubleo to reply. Running into other people while trying to keep his pace, forgetting to get whatever it was out of the oven so the smell of burning food filled the kitchen, or losing the game of paper toss because Bdoubleo had walked in and Guude had missed the throw (off the top of a stool that was being tipped by Pause and Etho) when they had made eye contact.
He felt bad, but seeing Guude topple backwards to land on Pause and Etho had made his day of tiring finals all worth it.
He was finished. Done. No more nothing. Until next term he was done with everything. All his projects were turned in, his essays were written, and finals taken. Hell if he passed, he was done and ready to sleep for the rest of winter.
Bdoubleo came home and fell to the floor laughing quietly. After everything he would be able to relax.
"What're you doing?" Guude asked somewhere above him.
"I'm laying down. What are you doing?"
"You're talking to me?"
"Yeah, finals are over. I can do whatever I want to now. Like veg out and watch T.V. until I die of ice cream poisoning." Bdoubleo paused and moved his head to look at Guude who was standing a few feet away. "Can you get ice cream poisoning?"
"I don't think your body would handle only getting ice cream, no."
"Well shit," Bdoubleo replied slowly as he stood up.
"So are we-"
"We're cool as the weather outside, Guude," Bdoubleo said with a smile that Guude returned. He felt his heart squeeze, beginning to pump harder. He took in a long breath and started shrugging off his coat.
"What're you doing?" Guude asked moving forwards and pulling his coat back onto his shoulders.
"I'm trying to begin the days of being a potato, what are you doing?" Bdoubleo whined, being careful not to move forwards.
"It's coffee night, guy, Zisteau said the shop was offering a discount due to the end of the year."
"Do we have to go now?" he groaned, letting Guude push him back towards the door.
"Yes, everyone is gunna be there. We have to go, too."
"Alright, I'm going to have to agree with you this time," Guude said after about ten minutes of walking. "It's pretty fucking cold."
"And you don't have on a coat," Bdoubleo smiled, watching as Guude's teeth started to chatter. He earned a glare.
"My hands are cold."
"I bet a lot more than your hands are cold," Bdoubleo chuckled.
"Do you have gloves?"
"You know I don't. Everytime we come outside when it snows I complain about the lack of gloves."
"Come here," Guude said, starting to walk closer to Bdoubleo. He had enough brain power and hours of sleep to dodge this time. He side stepped and kept moving forwards.
"You aren't getting my coat. It's not my fault you decided to be the defiant kid who doesn't listen to their mother about the weather."
"Oh, so you're my mom now?"
"No, Mother Nature is everyone's mother."
"Bdoubleooooo," Guude whined as he tried to get closer and closer making Bdoubleo move farther and farther. It was a game of cat and mouse until Bdoubleo tripped from running backwards and Guude caught him by the wrist. He pulled him to a standing position but didn't let go. They stayed like that, just starring at one another, green watching brown. They were breathing harder due to the running so Bdoubleo could see his and Guude's breath intertwine in the cold evening air.
"We..we should go," Bdoubleo said, pulling his eyes away from Guude. He swallowed hard, feeling the words trying to crawl their way up his throat. But he clamped his mouth shut and continued down the side walk towards the coffee shop. It didn't take long after that to reach it.
"I'm going to die," Guude groaned as they settled into their apartment. Finally. After a lot of coffee and half priced cookies (Kurt had bought them from Walmart.) they all walked out of there with smiling faces, relieved souls, and warmed stomachs.
"What?" Bdoubleo asked, shrugging off his coat. Guude had curled in on himself on the couch, clawing at the blanket that sat loyally on the sofa.
"My insides are warm but my hands and feet are going to fall off. This is terrible," Guude whined.
"So you've learned your lesson, then?" Bdoubleo smiled, walking to stand at one end of the couch to stare down at him.
"Yes, mom, always wear a coat even when you think you're invincible."
"Good," he nodded and sighed, carding a hand through his hair. "Well, I'm gunna go to bed and sleep for...eh, maybe five days."
"I'll wake you up in five then," Guude smiled up at him. "Goodnight."
"Night, love you."
He made it about half way to his room before he realized what the fuck he just said. Well, he thought, shit. He turned around, mouth open ready to give an explanation only to be met with Guude standing right there.
"I..uh, I didn't-" Bdoubleo stuttered, staggering backwards. Guude only moved forwards.
"You love me?" he asked, and Bdoubleo saw his lips twitching upward. How could he have been so careless? After all these weeks of keeping a tight lip, making sure he never slipped and he just let it go like it was nothing? How could he do-.
"Bdoubleo," Guude said, cutting off his inner monologue. "Do you love me?"
"Well, I mean," He took another step back only for the heal of his shoe to brush against the wall indicating that he had no more room to step back. Trapped. Cornered. Whatever you want to call it, he was fucked. Guude kept moving closer and he couldn't even fathom why. To get a hit on him? To pick him up and throw him out the door?
"I'll take that as a yes," and Guude was...smiling?
"What are you-" Bdoubleo started but was cut short by a hand splaying across his chest. Guude pressed gently, and he feels his back hit the wall an instant before Guude’s lips are on his. For a long moment, their lips moved together softly, touching and parting, and touching again. Guude’s hands moved up, one warm palm cupping the nape of Bdoubleo’s neck while the fingers of his other hand tangled in his hair. Bdoubleo angled his head, parting Guude’s lips with his own. He nipped Guude’s plush lower lip before sealing their mouths again, their tongues sliding together naturally as if they had kissed a thousand times before. Guude tasted of coffee, heady and almost sweet. Bdoubleo knows with a strange certainty that he will never, ever tire of kissing him.
He moves forwards with his own hands, one gripping in the fabric at the small of Guude's back while he used the other to pull Guude forwards even more by the collar of his sweatshirt. Bdoubleo felt his head becoming lighter and his lungs aching for air, but he only pushed against Guude's lips harder and tangled their tongues together further. It felt like some sort of dream, that he would open his eyes to the ceiling of his bedroom and he would be right back to where he started. Pining.
But this had to be real because the sharp pain of his hair being pulled and the vibrations his hand felt against Guude's chest were there and the hot press of his mouth against Guude's was happening. It had to be. Nothing had ever felt like this before, how could his brain even make this up when it was just now learning what it was to feel something that powerfully fantastic?
Guude would be the one to break the kiss, but he didn't travel far letting his forehead rest against Bdoubleo's so that their breaths were pushed out against one another's mouths so that they would be breathing in one another's, letting their insides be filled with one another as well.
"You bastard," Bdoubleo laughed. "You /bastard."
"Me?"
"Yes! Yes, you you fucking-" he sucked in a breath and smiled as Guude smiled. "What?"
"You're a giant dork, you know that?" Guude chuckled, pressing another chaste kiss to Bdoubleo's lips. "Although I couldn't imagine anyone else saying, 'I love you,' like that."
"Fuck you," Bdoubleo said, but could only smile and return the peck.
"Ah," Guude rolled his eyes and tugged him forwards into a deeper but slower kiss that left Bdoubleo dizzy.
"Me too," Guude said as Bdoubleo's vision stopped swimming.
"What?"
"I love you, too."
I honestly feel like a terrible person because the other two prompts seemed very specific and wanted. But I don't really watch Nebris and I didn't want to butcher him by writing terribly. If you feel jipped, I will gladly retry and write the other two prompts! I'm so sorry. :c
HAHAHA NOT TO MENTION THIS IS LATE.
I had like five other completely different versions but it seemed people had all the same ideas as myself and I felt like I needed to be original and get this shit right. Or as right as I could get.
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Date: Friday, July 18th, 2014 06:45 pm (UTC)but then i read it. twice. and it's absolutely incredible. in pretty much every way. it's hard to make a college au feel natural (i've tried) and you did it.
plus OOG is a great ship and im glad you chose to do it because it fits wonderfully into your story.
thank you so much!
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Date: Friday, July 18th, 2014 10:36 pm (UTC)thankyouthankyouthankyou.
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