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iain young [request] || you look great

[this is terrible, im so sorry : (( it took so long, too, because i have writers block. thanks for requesting though : )))]

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BROADWAYBOOKWORM617
[IAIN YOUNG]

I checked my watch once more, tugging relentlessly on Iain's hand. He stood like a rock, gaping at the booth of merchandise in front of us like it was a god. His eyes drifted over the shirts and hats for the fiftieth time, and I huffed loudly.

"Iain," I dropped his hand and crossed my arms. He barely turned his head, but slowly met my eyes. "The Dear Evan Hansen workshop starts in two minutes and we're going to be late if you don't hurry up."

"Oh, shoot, I'm sorry, let's go-" he took my hand this time and meandered is quickly through the busy area. When we finally made it to the doors of the conference room, we were three minutes late. Nonetheless, we opened the door and found a seat quietly in the back row.

The entire time, I sat like a blank screen, drooling over Mike Faist and Ben Platt. At the end, Iain was bent over laughing at my blank-eyed stare. I smacked his chest playfully and we waited for everyone else to pour out of the room until we did. Iain tugged us back to the merchandise stand, looking more intently at it this time.

"What do you want from there?" I glanced at the Hamilton shirts and hats, swinging our intertwined hands between us.

"The shirt that has the line from My Shot," he pointed it out, before tapping his chin in thought, "but I don't know if I need it or not."

I let go of his hand and moved to one of the ladies selling the shirts. Iain had lost me in the crowd, which was lucky for me.

"Hello," I greeted the middle-aged lady.

"Hi," she waved, "What can I get you?"

I pointed to the shirt on the wall, and said, "That one in adult medium."

She retrieved it for me and put it in a shopping bag. I gave her the two twenties and thanked her before going back to Iain. I hid the bag behind my back, grabbing his hand that was resting in the air. He turned on contact with my skin and sighed.

"Where'd you go?" He wrapped me in a short hug, checking me over to see if any harm had been done.

"To get you something," I tossed my eyes to the side innocently, flashing the bag slightly.

He planted an abyssal kiss on my lips and shoved the bag into my stomach before I could hand it to him. "You didn't have to."

"But I did, so take it," I gave him the bag, grabbed his hand, and guided us towards the next workshop. Iain examined his shirt randomly throughout the conference, smiling at me and landing soft kisses sporadically across my neck and cheeks.

When we got out of the the workshop, we began walking down the long building. I stopped us at the bathroom, and forced Iain to change into his shirt. I stood by the Great Comet merchandise stand, admiring the jackets and bracelets displayed. I checked my wallet, frowning when I realized I had no money left.

Iain strutted over to me, twirling to show off his shirt. "You look great," I winked at him, beginning to pull us towards the exit.

He stopped us from moving, pointing towards the merchandise stand. "Don't you want to get something from the Great Comet stand? I know you loved the musical."

I shook my head quickly, tugging at his hand strongly. "No, its okay, I don't need anything."

Iain let go of my hand and walked over to the stand. I sheepishly followed behind him, shrugging when he asked what I wanted. He pointed to a random shirt, that was exactly what I liked, and asked for my size.

After he bought it, I tackled him in a rain of kisses.