It's Us Crew Oneshots

Couch Confessions! Woooh...! [Donchard One-Shot]

     The D Gang manor was irritatingly quiet.

     Dashlie and Duni had left out on a quest an hour ago and had yet to return, and Don had zero clue where DDawn would be (most likely in the basement, if he had to guess). He sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone when he heard Richard enter.

     Okay, Don, play it cool, he told himself, cursing the heat that rose to his face.

    "'Sup," he greeted.

     Nice.

     Richard looked up at Don, seemingly just realizing he was there. "Oh, hey," Dick said before heading over to a chair and sitting down, flipping through a weathered notebook. Don tried not to be disappointed by the greeting; after all, they were just acknowledging each other's presence. Still, he couldn't help but feel a pit of emptiness sink in his stomach.

    Fighting the blush spreading across his cheeks like a wildfire, Don sat up and cleared his throat, contemplating his next move. He turned his phone off but kept it in his hands so he had something to quickly escape to in case he had to abort mission. "So," Don started, directing his attention to the notebook in Dick's hands, "what are ya writing?"

    Dick spared Don a passing glance. "Huh? Oh, just stuff, you know."

    Don blinked. Obviously no, he answered in his head, but judging by the way Richard quickly buried his nose in the notebook again, he decided to drop it. "Yeah, cool. Why'd you come into the living room?"

    Richard looked up to scowl at Don, forcing the elf to stifle a frown. "Can I not just sit in the living room? What's up with all the questions?"

    Don's throat was dry, and he lowered his head to look at his phone. "Sorry, just curious." He wanted attention, more like. He wished he could stop himself, but being annoying seemed to come naturally to him. Peeking over at Richard once more, Don spared himself a couple of seconds to stare at the male.

    He wish he had a word for this. Don knew it wasn't love because he didn't act the way Duni did when the stupid pig was thinking of Uni. He didn't have an urge to kill everyone around him to be alone with Richard, and he certainly felt no need to flood the young man's mailbox with love letters. Dashlie said Duni's feelings are more of an u healthy obsession, and love is more complicated and definitely better than what Duni has. In truth, Don really had no word for the emotions that washed over him whenever he looked at Richard, but he supposed "love" could suffice.

    Don had never seen someone so pretty in his entire life. Even in the mornings, when Richard's hair was tousled with bedhead and he was still dressed lazily in his pajamas, Don was absolutely stunned by how beautiful he was. Looking at him now, Don wished he could catch Richard's crimson gaze and stare into his eyes for all eternity. He wished he could hold Richard close and run his fingers through the male's ebony, wavy hair and feel the grounding sense of his presence. Those thoughts alone made Don's face heat up even more, and he found himself doing what he never thought he'd be capable of: smiling.

     "You're staring at me," Richard said without looking up.

    Don grunted, a bit startled. He meant to say "I'm sorry" like a normal person, but what came out was even worse: "I'm in love with you."

    He hadn't even realized what he said until Dick quickly looked up, eyes wide. "What?" Richard spoke, shocked.

    Stomach shriveling up to the size of a raisin, Don sputtered, "I—uh—un—m— I said— I said sorry?"

    Richard slowly closed his notebook, and Don couldn't help but back further into the couch, breaking out in a cold sweat. "No, no— you— you definitely just said—"