Can I request the second school prompt for Jared x Evan?
“I have no one to sit with at lunch so I sat at your table and now your friends are not-so subtly kicking you under the table. Now they’re very loudly whispering that your crush has shown up and oh my god. I have never seen you this red by the way.” AU with Jared/Evan by @neglectedrainbow
Evan stands, completely petrified, in front of the library, staring at a red piece of paper taped to the door. “LIBRARY CLOSED DURING PERIODS 5 AND 6” it reads, in large, borderline aggressive letters. He continues staring at the note, trying to will himself not to panic-or-or run or cry or-
Evan doesn’t normally go to the cafeteria; he much prefers to huddle into a corner of the library and secretly eat his lunch in serenity. The lunch room is too much, full of yelling voices and spilled food and-and it’s just too much, it’s always been too much, and now where is he supposed to go? He can’t go to the writing lab, because it’s already full, and-and, he could just eat his food in the bathroom, bent in a stall. He almost accepts that level of defeat until a hand claps down on his shoulder. “Evan?”
He flinches backwards, and Jared raises both of his hands in a symbol of peace, his expression flashing in regret. “Sorry, sorry, I know better than to jump up on you like that.”
When Evan doesn’t respond, too busy trying to calm his heartrate down to an acceptable level, Jared continues, “What’re you doing, though?”
“Oh,” Evan begins to pull at one of the straps of his backpack. “Um… Just… Noticing that-that the library’s closed.”
“Huh,” Jared looks at the sign, squinting as he reads it. “What class are you in now? Maybe the teacher mixed up where you’re meeting?”
“No, no, um…” Earlier this year, Evan had convinced Jared that he had European History this period, trying desperately to avoid either offending Jared by not sitting with him at lunch or appearing to be an even bigger mess by admitting to being unable to sit in the lunchroom for 45 minutes. “I have…” He bites his tongue, looking into Jared’s eyes for a moment, and they’re too trusting; he can’t lie. “Lunch, actually.”
“Really? How come-” Jared’s face falls for a moment, his eyebrows pulling in as he surveys his friend. “Who do you sit with?” There’s a hit of-of sadness, or maybe anger, in his voice.
“I don’t really-I do homework in the library, normally, so-I don’t really, um, sit with anyone?”
“Oh,” Jared’s looking at him again, intensely, and Evan can feel his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Well, if you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can come sit with me?” To any casual listener, that question would sound off-handed, like a second thought, but Evan knows Jared, knows how this isn’t some flippant remark.
“Um, I can-I can try? But if it-”
Jared nods, “If it gets too loud or whatever, we can leave.” He says “we,” not “you,” which makes Evan’s chest grow tight in a way he can’t quite explain.
“Sure, sure, that’s-that’s fine.”
And off they go, their strides evening out quickly, calmly. The roaring noise from the cafeteria grows louder and louder as they approach, and Evan takes a few deep, relaxing breaths.
The table seems engrossed in a conversation when they arrive, full of hand gestures and laughing and tossing chips at each other, until Alana sees them both. Immediately, her face lights up, and she tugs on Zoe’s arm, not-so-surreptitiously nodding towards Evan. Soon enough, the enter table is desperately trying not to stare at them all at the same time and simultaneously failing miserably.
Jared leads him over, pulling out a chair next to him, and motioning for Evan to sit. Slowly, sending another glance around the table, he complies. “Hey, Jared…” Zoe starts, leaning forward and waggling her eyebrows up and down. “And Evan.” She drags out the last vowel dramatically, grinning at Jared.
“Hey Evan,” the rest of the table choruses.
He swallows drily. “Hey.”
Immediately, Alana begins hurriedly whispering in Zoe’s ear, just as two other kids (both of whom Evan vaguely recognizes from Jared’s birthday “get-together”) do the same. Jared begins to have a silent conversation with Zoe, comprised solely of exaggerated facial expressions and eye movement.
The entire table keeps glancing at Evan, who very quickly becomes more and more uncomfortable.
“So! Evan!” Alana begins, placing her elbows neatly on the tabletop. “How have you been? Jared’s told us all so much!”
“Um…nothing big, really, just… School and stuff.”
“Oh yeah!” Alana smiles like that’s the most fascinating thing she ever heard, as Jared tries to kick her underneath the table. “What about your dating life?”
“Oh come on!” Jared huffs, but he’s quickly silenced by Zoe.
“Let him speak, J! Gosh!”
Evan looks between the three of them, trying not to laugh. “I’m not dating anyone, so-”
“Really!” Alana exclaims, pursing her lips at Jared. “Well, it seems as though Zoe and I know just who you’d do fantastically with!”
Jared’s face is roughly the color of a tomato as he sputters various protests. Evan turns to his friend, leaning over, pushing away the giggle threatening at his throat, “Are you okay?”
“I’m-I’m just suffering greatly, but it’s-it’s fine,” Jared chokes, pressing a thumb into his forehead and waving vaguely. “It’s all good.”
Evan watches Jared for a few more moments, “I don’t mind them asking me questions, it’s alright.”
“No, it’s just-” Jared pushes himself up, sending a glare towards his two other friends. “Yeah.”
“You’re the color of a strawberry right now,” Evan replies.
“No, no,” Evan rushes to correct himself. “But, I mean, in-in like a good way. It’s-you’re cute.” Jared almost chokes on his own saliva.
“You’re cute,” Evan repeats, slowly, carefully, being sure to meet his friend’s eyes.
Jared’s smiling bigger than Evan’s ever before seen. “You-you’re not so bad yourself, Hansen.”
Zoe and Alana hoot and holler encouragement as the two boys smile, their hands linking together underneath the table.
(To the anon that also asked for this prompt, I’d like to say I can write another drabble with this prompt for you but I don’t have any other ideas for it. So If you’d like me to write another prompt for you, please shoot me another ask ^^)
Mikleo sat on his haunches and stared at his best friend, still his dearest person after centuries of being apart, finally awake and finally with him once again.
Headcanon: Bucky sends Sam vids of T'Challa doing shit like spazzing when he get sprayed with water and sunbathing and wiggling his butt before he pounces ('I'm not wiggling, I'm adjusting my stance!') and Sam sends back vids of cats doing the exact same thing and Steve and T'Challa have no idea how they ended up with these trolls.
So, I love this because it’s hilarious and adorable, but also cause of the samsteve. I loveeee my T’Chucky with a helping of samsteve.
I can imagine Bucky and Steve laughing together because they’re dating a cat and a bird, animals that are supposed to hate each other. But Sam and T’Challa get on like a house on fire; all four of them do.
They hang out as a group a lot, go shopping, fight the baddies. But their favorite group pastime is to have dinner parties. Responsibilities alternate between the couples, and its a constant competition to make the best food, to create the best atmosphere.
They drink high-brow bottles of wine, and Steve hates every minute of it, even if he can’t get drunk, thinking of the lovely six-pack in the fridge. Bucky smirks at him knowingly every time because he knows he has more class than his best friend(mostly because of T’Challa).
Sam, always drunkest likes to talk shit, and Bucky, also a little shit likes to join in. Steve and T’Challa usually hold back for as long as they can, because they are Pillars of Their Countries, but they end up falling victim to Bucky and Sam’s shade quickly.
“I just realized something,” Bucky says later that evening, as they sit down to watch reruns of Project Runway(T’Challa likes it for the clothes, Bucky likes it for the drama, Sam likes it to watch how confused Steve is, Steve likes it because people he cares about do).
“What?” T’Challa asks, pulling Bucky in close, twisting his feet with Steve’s.