U . T ; O n e s h o t s - x R e a d e r s

Calibri x Shy!Tourettes!Nervous!Reader

Req by FudgeTheNeko

Rattled
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You were having another episode. 'Damnit' you mentally cursed. 'It was going so well!'

You and your skeletal friend — whom you've had a crush on for a while now — named Calibri had a plan to meet up at the local park to 'hang out' in the fresh air for a bit.

But alas, all of your jittery and shyness got to your consciousness; you started grunting and clearing your throat every so often, a simple sign of your Tourette's syndrome. 'Great, now he'll see me like this'. You prayed to god that your sudden outbursts wouldn't turn into shouting or kicking; those are the worst in your opinion.

Just as soon as you started calming down, that damn skeleton you call a friend waved a bony hand in front of your face, his hollow-sounding voice bringing you out of your serenade state. With a jump, you let out a shout and looked up at Calibri with wide eyes. "Didn't mean to scare ya there, doll." He cooed, holding his hands up in defence.

You exhaled, waiting a few to see if your tics continued. They didn't. A sigh of relief escaped Your now cracked and parted lips.

Now, you might be asking, 'why am I so nervous in the story?' Other than the title, there is also a reason; today you were planning on confessing to Calibri.

"(Y/N)?" Calibri inquired. "What's got ya all clickin' yer knees together?" He asked, stuffing his bony, gloved hands inside of his adorable hoodie. His voice rang with a chuckle before he cleared it.

"Oh, Uh, nothing."

Lies.

"Whatever you say, doll." Calibri shrugged, moving to pull a cigarette out from his pocket — no wonder why he was rummaging in his pockets.

With a gasp, you quickly smacked the death from his fingers. With a confused expression, you explained. "Tourette's." Although, the blush on your face said otherwise — maybe, you just wanted to touch his hand?

Whatever it was, Calibri didn't care.

For the rest of the evening, you couldn't stop shaking from the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Hey, what's got you still so shaky?" Cal asked you. With a breath or reassurance, your blurted — "I like you!"

Your face looked as if someone tripped and spilled red paint all over your cheeks.

Calibri's face looked shocked, but nonetheless an orange and pink-ish tinted blush dusted the very ends of his cheekbones.

"I...I like you too." He said. You became hopeful at that moment.

"You didn't have have to be so rattled, though!"