one - leafycynical

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one - leafycynical

an au where leafy hates pyro a bit less and pyro's a lot gayer

a really short fucking story written for a friend, not even proofread, so i mean you should just all fuck off tbh because this is all really fucking poorly written

[[ probably ooc as shit, but i haven't watched leafboii in so long and i was never good with writing for pyro so appreciate me ]]

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niall believed calvin was plasma. no, maybe that's not right; he was never good with things like this. maybe calvin was matter.

the reason for this, however, was cheesy. something he would lock in his mind, to stay there, please don't say that out loud, because it was so embarrassing and gay and just not something he was proud of,

but to niall, calvin was matter; he made up everything in his life.

the two had only talked from behind a screen; their distance was too great for there to ever be a "casual meet-up." it was mainly through skype, and maybe on twitter every once in a while - not that any of the two were vey active there.

and it's not like their skype calls were meaningful anyway; it was mainly just dead memes, tired jokes and niall's wheezy laugh. calvin's would've been mentioned, but most people found it really cute so it's not something to complain about.

unfortunately, one of these people was niall. he loved the brunette's laugh, along with a lot of other things about him. deep down, he knew it was sad, being so attached to a person you know you'll probably never meet. maybe it worked with bands, or actresses, or fucking anime characters in some cases.

this one was more possible, though.

still sad.

but this was the cheesy kind of love; the kind where you'd get that really happy, jittery type of nervous during the annoying chime of the skype "connecting" screen, the kind where he'd probably do anything for the other one. the times calvin would have his webcam on during some calls, and niall could just fall in love with all of him.

calvin brought out a completely different side of him, one that not a lot of people had really seen.

niall was so fucking gay, it wasn't even funny.

and one night - one a.m, again, because they were always up that late - niall decided it was time to the tell the other male how he felt. nervous was an understatement for how he felt, but a faint feeling of hope was still there.

he didn't know if calvin was even gay, or into relationships like this, but... it had to be worth a shot..!

and so, that annoying "connecting" chime rang around the nineteen year old's room, and it clashed with that nervous pit in his stomach in the best/worst way. before niall could even rethink any of the decision - was that fortunate? - the call was on.

a tired "hey dude," was heard from behind the screen, and the smile it brought to niall's face was almost immediate.

there was a silence, though. how was niall even supposed to fucking start off?

"niall? dude?"

what was he supposed to fucking say? he should've thought this through. he should've told calvin when they had talked a couple hours ago, not now, not

"i'm gonna hang up, j-"

"calvin, i'm in love with you."

it came out before he could stop it.

"i know we haven't exactly.. i know that you're not even gay, at least, i don't think, and i'm aware that this probably won't even work, but fucking hell, man, i love you."

he couldn't think of anything else to say. he didn't list what he loved about him, thank god. he didn't say anything else.

just more silence.

the suspense was there, just the feeling of say something, please fucking say something, i don't care what, and niall found himself gripping onto the side of his computer. only slightly, he wasn't breaking it. just something to ground himself.

"niall, fuck, dude..." calvin awkwardly started. he was uncomfortable as fuck. "i'm sorry, um.. i don't feel tha-"

"i get it," niall quickly interrupted. he tried to seem cheerful, shrug it off. he was good at manipulating his voice, everyone knew that. most of the time he could filter his emotions through it.

not this time.

"i expected that, don't worry about it calvin. i'll just, uh..." his voice cracked, audibly. he would've been more embarrassed if it were any of situation, but it couldn't get worse than now.

"niall, wait, don't-"

he couldn't hear it. niall wasn't sure if he wanted to implode, or explode, he just knew he wanted to blow up and get out of here and he wanted to turn back time to fucking badly. this was a bad idea, he knew it, though it was inevitable.

he didn't want to cry.

the burning in his eyes and his throat was increasing at an alarming rate though, so he clicked the button to hang up.

if calvin was matter, niall was a star.

after a while, they explode; even if they don't want to.

he let out a sob, he couldn't really hold it back anymore. his hair hung in his face as he carelessly slammed his computer shut. niall thought he didn't care.

niall thought a lot of things.

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okay and sorry this sucks so much i'm just an awful writer and i barely write anymore and i  also ship this to the very minimum so