shooting stars [ mcyt oneshots ]

| 𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀

! summary : fundy gets a little too drunk and makes a little confession !

! pronouns: gender neutral !

! warnings: alcohol mention, swearing, use of fundy's real name  !

! 2nd person narrator pov !

! request : LilyLovesDreamSmp !

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      "Floris, please!" It was a giggle as your friends weight fell into your side, pushing you into the wall.

He mumbled a sorry, shooting a wide grin down at you. His slender frame hovered above you for a moment before you continued forward, a foot landing on yet another concrete step.

This wasn't too out of the ordinary on either of your ends. He had definitely helped you out of the same situation. It's just slightly inconvenient when your best friend needs your help at 2 am when you're both past your limit on alcohol.

Being such a nice person though you decided to help him. Bringing you here, attempting to drag him up the stairs to his apartment due to the elevator being out of service. Convenient right?

He attempted to grab the hand rail with the arm that wasn't loosely slung around your shoulder. His attempts were helpless.

As it felt like your own body was failing you, the two of you had finally reached his floor. Dragging to the door, Fundy had to stop and dig for his keys in his pocket, only to realize he had already given to you to hold.

"Right," you quipped after he notified you of this, "lemme just.."

you took his arm off your shoulder and he almost instantly slunk to the floor. You looked for a moment to make sure he wasn't passed out or in pain, then shrugged it off. While searching for Fundy's keys in your purse, you heard a groan from the man at your feet.

"Always gotta keep track of me. Always doin' shit for me."

You smirked victoriously, pulling out the keyring with barely anything on it. "I don't mind." You pushed the key into the lock, turned the knob, and pushed the door open before reaching down to pull Fundy off the ground with extreme effort.

You allowed him to go in first, shuffling straight towards his bedroom. At this point, you werent gonna stop him because you felt exactly what he did. Exhaustion.

He made his way to his bedroom, but instead of opening the door he just put his forehead against it and stopped there. You put a single hand on his back. "You good, big guy?"

He lifted his hand and slowly turned around, making you drop your arm back to your side. His back now propped against the door with his hands shoved in either pocket carelessly. "M'good. Jus' happy I got you around to take care of me n' shit."

Your head tilted slightly in drunken awe. His smirk charmed you as his hair fell over into his eyes. "You'd do the same for me," you managed to push off your tongue.

"Well, to be fair," he looked down at the floor, "I think I'd do just about 'nything for you."

Your face instantly heated up.  The relentless flirting on either end was bound to catch up at some point.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You smirked. You were teasing him and you were both aware of it. It was nothing different from usual. Just now he couldn't think as fast to catch himself and you knew that.

He scoffed. "C'mon I think you know what it means," he said tilting his head up completely avoiding your eyes.

"You're so strange sometimes," you giggled, still stalling from leaving.

He turned false offended. Without missing a beat he responded, "I'm only strange because you're strange."

"How am I strange?" You raised a single eyebrow, jokingly.

He straightened himself up a little, "Like that! You always do this stup'd thing where you asl back a question to half the things I say. It's annoying." He rolls his eyes but you don't miss the smile playing on the corner of his lips.

"Is it annoying?" A goofy grin makes it's way to your face, and by chain reaction his as well.

"God, I don't know how I'm still like in love with you sometimes," he mumbles.

He blinked.

"Oops." he whispered

Then, everything was still as you looked at each other, studying the other's expression. Until you decided to speak up. "In love with me huh?"

"How are you still managing to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Oh my god, are you gonna keep making things difficult?"

You giggled looking at him. "Well, it's really a good thing that I feel the same, or this would have been really awkward. "

He smiled as you brought your arms up to his shoulders for a hug as you always do, his arms making their way around your waist.

Pulling away from the hug, you planted a small kiss on his cheek.

Not yet letting go of him, you took a deep breath. "Goodnight, Floris."

"G'night ... you."

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(a/n) what is this im sorry LMAO