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{request} z.h

request for @brxannalucxa i hope you enjoy :)

i was sitting in my favorite place to hang out with my brother, the arcade. i talked literal nonsense with my brother, daniel seavey, while we waited for daniel's friends to show up.

"they're taking longer than usual." i complained while fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. the red one that i  knew specifically someone liked.

"i'm sure they're just stuck in traffic, don't worry zach will show up eventually." he winked.

"how did you-"

"please y/n it's so obvious. i'm surprised zach doesn't know." he chuckled and punched my arm.

i blush and glance back at door, i see the four other guys and the specific one i was hoping for. "over here guys!" daniel waves his arm.

"sorry we were late," corbyn said as the guys sat down. "zach HAD to stop at starbucks."

"hey i show up caffeinated, or i don't show up at all." zach takes a seat next to me. "here y/n, your usual."

he hands me my latte and winks at me. as if he fucking KNOWS he's messing with my heart.

"who wants to play some games?" jonah said, quite impatiently.

"hell yeah."

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we play games for a while until i start getting a serious hand cramp. "i'm gonna go sit down."

nobody really hears me so i walk off to our table with icees and nachos. i hold my icee in my cramping hand but that just makes it hurt more.

"hey y/n!" zach takes a seat next to me. "i saw you ran off."

HOLY SHSKKSVDS ZACH ACTUALLY NOTICED I LEFT HOLY CRAP.

"yeah it's just um," jesus christ my hand hurts so damn bad, "i wanted a sip of my icee." i sip in and let go, my hand hurts like SHIT.

"you okay? you seem off."

yeah i'm fine just i like you and you're sitting in front of me and JESUS MY HAND HURTS.

"just a little gamers cramp. i'll be fine in a few minutes."

"lemme see." zach takes my hand. it looks a little swollen and i yelp a little when he hold it. "sorry."

"you're fine."

we sit awkwardly for a while as zach tries to make my hand feel better. "any better? i like to think i'm the king of healing gamer cramps."

"a little better. thanks zach."

"sure thing." we stand up. "wanna play donkey kong? i'll mop the floor with you." he winks.

"bet." i blush. "you're on, herron."