Tbp chatfic

How? [4]

[btw ik this kinda sounds like angst but i promise it's not it super cute frfr also this 1st part definitely wasn't taken from my notes app and wasn't originally abt my crush I and I definitely didn't just changed the pronouns and name to Bruce's... totally, definitely] 

VANCES POV

I laid back on my bed, discarding my phone off to the side. I had been thinking for a while, about tons of things, but my mind always travels back to Bruce, my boyfriend. It's weird to think how we are both madly in love with each other and have been for almost a year, but every time he calls me babe, anytime he smiles, hugs me, or says my name, I still get those butterflies, like its the first time. I'm not really 100% sure if this is what being in love feels like or if it's the same for everyone, but this is what being in love feels like to me. I blush at the thought of him, feeling lucky each time he kisses me, or wraps his arms around my waist. When he flashes me those beautiful smiles during class, or how he comforts me every time my dad is an asshole. How he is willing to drop everything to come to my rescue, or how he says "Goodmorning, darrin" to me every day without fail. And those adorable pictures he sends me though out the day, of him doing such simple things, like going for a walk or buying coffee. How he says "Goodnight, tenshi' to me every night without fail. The compliments he gives me when I'm not feeling the greatest, and how he spends hours a week sitting on the counter of the Grab n' Go watching me play pinball, the way he hands me the quarters so I can try again, the small praises he gives me when I beat my most recent score, or how he consoles me when I don't, they way I can feel his beautiful eyes watching my hands. Why doesn't he get bored of me? Why did he pick me? Why am I superior to everyone else in his eyes? Why isn't he here right now? I smiled wildly thinking of him, my cheeks began to flush a gentle pink. He was mine. I don't know why or how but he's mine. And I'd rather die than lose him. I want him to slam me against the wall and kiss me long and rough, I want him to make me scream his name, make me overstimulated in the best way, but at the same time I want him to hold me close, play with my hair, give me compliments and gentle praises. I began to realize that I don't want those things though, I just want him, if I had to pick someone to be alone with forever it would be him. I need him. Him. Him. Him. Him. HIM. My boyfriend, Bruce Yamada, it's him and it's always been him. I sat up pulling myself together trying to stop smiling like the Chesire cat, but I couldn't so I gave up. I grabbed my phone and kicked off my Converse, shifting I lay on my stomach, I was getting a little bored, so I texted the group chat.

Homosexual Chronicles🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Hottestfag: hey

Spaceslut: Wow Vance texts first for once

Notyourmother: stfu Finn he can text whenever he wants

Spaceslut: Ok mom🫡

Urfavegymnast: wait if Bruce is our mom does that mean Vance is our dad??

Notyourmother:  uhh idk

Notyourmother: V? what do u say? <3

Hottestfag: sure... I'd probably make a better father then my dad so why not

Urfavegymnast: the shade towards grandpa is crazy

Spaceslut: Real and Griff calling him grandpa 💀

Notsexistjustsexy: ppl with auto caps r adorable