JohnDave for LuddyFeli

PRE-UPD8 BECAUSE SCREW HUSSIE ATM. EDIT: If you wish to know which update I am referring, here is the link to it. www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6…

“Hi Dave! What’s so funny?” The squeaky voice echoed off your bedroom walls as you jump, shocked, dropping all of your old ironic selfies in the process. You instantly whip your head around to see if who you think spoke is really behind you, your whole body following suit when your hunch is confirmed.

“Woah, John? Is that…are you seriously…” You stammer for a good starter for your first conversation with your friend in person. Watching you get flustered, John chuckles, floating down to the ground from where he was hovering in mid-air.

“Jeez, Dave! I never would have thought you’d be so speechless to see me~” The boy, a good four inches shorter than you, sends you a silly smile. You’re fucking petrified. That smile. It’s even cuter in person.

Okay, yeah. You kinda have this gay crush on your best friend. Big whoop. You’d never admit that to anyone, though. You’re not that ironic.

“Hey, what are these?” John asks, looking down and bending over to pick up a handful of your pictures.

“Shit, John, no! I mean, uh, they’re…um…” Your protest falls flat when the dark-haired boy proceeds to giggle at the black and white pictures, flipping through them like a comic book. It’s that fucking smile again, it just—oh fuck. The dimples. Those fucking dimples. His webcam never really picked up on them and, god, are they adorable! You can’t help but just stand and watch his eyes shimmer behind his glasses as he laughs.

“…Dave??” You hadn't even realized that he looked up at you. You blush, embarrassed, and turn your head to the side.

“S-Sorry. Those are old, uh, ironic selfies, that I, um…” John just giggles again and sets the pictures down on a nearby shelf.

“It’s cool, man. I understand. Just you being you, back in the day.” You let out a relieved sigh for some reason. You’re still pretty embarrassed about your old pictures, but still…John seeing them himself was the last thing you wanted.

“So, are we not gonna have some kind of tender bro embrace, or are you just gonna leave me hanging?” You look up at John from behind your shades to see him standing with his arms spread wide. He’s grinning this fucking little grin, his eyes pinched just a little at the corners behind his glasses. It’s then you remember that, hey, you should actually be hugging this fucker.

“Oh yeah. Right.” A barely-there smile forms across your face and you bend down slightly to wrap your arms around his upper torso, thus forcing him to wrap his own up around your neck.

“Holy shit, Egbert. You’re so fucking short.” Said Heir of Breath puffs out his cheeks and hides his face against your chest. Fucking adorable.

“Am not! You’re just really tall!” You actually chuckle and give him a little squeeze.

“Whatever you say, Egderp.” John looks up at you with what looks like a triumphant expression.

“And I do say, Stri...dork!” It took him a moment to come up with a comeback, and he made this little scrunched up thinking face in that moment, his countenance then brightening as he blurts out what he thought of. You think John is officially the most adorable little shit ever and you just shake your head and move to let go of him, but he holds fast and presses himself close to you.

“Not yet, man! I’m making up for like, three years of just text conversations with no hugs at all!” You just kind of stand stiff for a few seconds before just thinking ‘Aw, to hell with it’ and hugging the shorter boy back. He makes a sound of appreciation and just kind of nuzzles against you, and fuck your cheeks are heating up again. Goddammit.

The two of you just kind of stand there hugging, John’s face hidden in your chest and your cheeks are practically on fire at this point. No normal bros hug for this long. What do you do? What do you--

What is he doing?

Why is his face right next to your jaw?

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.

“H-Hey, Dave...? I, uh...shit...nevermind...” You look down at John and catch a glimpse of the blush growing on his cheeks before he hides his face again.

...How the fuck are you supposed to respond to that?!

“John. Come on, man. What is it?” You play the ‘I don’t realize what just happened card.’ “You can tell the coolest guy around anything. I’m no mayor, but still--”

“Dave, are you seriously not comprehending what I just tried to say? I mean, it’s one thing to be ironically ignorant, or whatever, but come on. Don’t make me actually say it; you know what I meant!” The whole time John’s speaking right into your chest, though his voice slowly grows louder as he continues on, and you can practically feel the heat from his cheeks.

What do you do? You do the most ironically cheesy thing you can think of. Doing the cheesy romance movie chin-lift-thing, you take off your shades and gaze down at the dark haired boy blushing in front of you. Taking a shaky breath, you lean down and press your lips against John’s. It’s nothing fancy, but your heart’s still racing when you pull away.

“Egbert, stop being so fucking adorable.”


~ Le Fin ~