🍓Skephalo oneshots🫐

☆ Mine

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(Based off Mine by Taylor Swift)
Note: in this story's present day, skeppy is 27 and bad is 28.
[Skeppy's pov]

"I met you in college. You had just moved from a small Midwest town, and had been working as a waiter at the diner I frequented. The first time I saw you, I was infatuated.

I learned your work schedule just so I could see you. Eventually it got to the point where you'd save your lunch break for when I got there, and spent it talking with me.

At some point, we became close friends. The 2 of us were inseparable. We moved in together, started YouTube channels together, and although it was difficult, we managed to build ourselves careers out of it, growing an amazing fan base.

We took on every day together. The world was ours and nothing could ever change that. I'll admit, at that point, my feelings towards you started to intensify.

I had always known that deep down, I didn't see you as 'just a friend'. But after about 3 years of knowing you, my love for you kept growing more and more.

And it terrified me. We'd both had partners in the past, and it didn't work out. I'd had my heart ripped into pieces by my last, and grew to adopt the mindset of 'Why love when it won't last?'

Unfortunately, no amount pessimism can prevent the universe from doing it as it pleases.

I fell. Hard.

I hid it, not wanting to lose you. Not only that, but I had plenty of issues of my own and didn't want to hurt you because of them.

But my feelings couldn't hide forever. I remember that night by the water clearly. We sat on the soft grass by the lake's edge, watching the stars.

You put your arm around me for the first time, and pulled me in. I felt my heart erupt out of my chest, and my whole life flash before my eyes.

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't hide my feelings for another day, I'd explode if I did. I turned to you, terrified.

I could feel my throat dry up in an instant. You turned, locking eyes with me, confused.

It took every bone in my body to gather the courage to tell you. I was terrified of ruining things, but I decided there was no going back now.

I finally admitted I was in love with you.

Your eyes widened and you blushed. I was worried I did something wrong when you didn't say anything for over a minute.

I tried to run. To apologize, but you cut me off by grabbing my wrist and pulling me in, pressing your lips on mine.

It felt like lightning, and I couldn't get enough of it. We somehow grew even closer after that, though I never thought it was possible.

Flash forward, and we're as in love as ever. Sharing a room, doing all those cute couple activities, going for adventures.

You got into my brain, learned all my secrets, Grew to understand my issues, eventually helping me overcome them.

All the things you did for me, all the reassurance you gave, and I could tell you wanted nothing more than for me to believe in myself.

Everything was perfect between us. No matter what happened, I knew we could take it on together.

Unaccepting family, financial hardship, online discourse, none of it could ever shake us. Until one fateful day, we had the worst fight we've ever gone through.

I don't even remember what it was about at this point. All I remember is I ran out crying late at night, terrified.

You ran out after me, catching up to me in the middle of the road.

I braced myself for a goodbye, for a break up, for abandonment. It's all I had known.

Instead, you gently took my hands. And told me;

'I remember how we felt sitting by the water, and every time I look at you, it's like the first time. I fell in love with a careless man's careful son, and I will never let you go.'

I cried into your shoulder for what felt like an eternity, and we worked it out. Now, years later, we're still together."

I finish my speech, wiping the tears from my eyes. Moving away from the podium, I position myself in front of it as the minister walks up and stands behind it.

Bad suddenly enters the room, wearing a beautiful white suit with a few red accents.
In his hands is a nice bouquet of red tulips and morning glory flowers.

His father takes his arm, leading him down the isle decorated with flower petals. (courtesy of my niece, who insisted on being the flower girl.)

I tear up again looking at him. I can tell he is as well. They make it to the podium, and bad stands in front of me, clutching onto his flowers.

The minister does his whole speech, and we finally get to the part I've been waiting for for years, the vows.

"Badboyhalo, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." Bad responds, smiling, tears running down his pretty face.

"Skeppy, do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband as well?"

I smile. It's finally happening. "I do."

"You may now kiss the groom." He states.

Bad and I both lean forward, landing a gentle kiss on each other's lips. It feels just as electric as our first.

We gently pull apart, friends and family alike cheering in the audience.

Bad's mom walks up to us, holding a small pillow with 2 rings, each decorated with a ruby and a Diamond.

I grab one, and gently clasp bad's hand, slipping it onto his finger. He proceeds to take the second and do the same for me, intertwining our hands.

The crowd cheers once again. I look around to see at least half of them bawling their eyes out. I look back at my husband.

"You know bad, you're the best thing that's ever been mine."