literally all these prompts are so adorable it's hard to choosE but “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
I made this a college au for some reason? I’m not quite sure why, but it made sense to me! by @neglectedrainbow
Jared watches fondly as Evan putzes around the kitchen, carefully fiddling with the stove burner. The smell of homemade pancakes fills the room, thick and mouth-watering. Soft music plays from the radio, some channel that Evan’s constantly listening to, full of sweet rhythms and strumming guitars, calm music to soothe the mind. He flips the pancakes, humming under his breath.
It feels like Jared is always watching Evan, watching the way he moves, the way sunlight dances across his freckled skin, the way his green eyes glisten in the early morning. Evan scopes up the finished food with his spatula, placing it onto two plates. He grabs two cups of tea as well–chamomile, Jared thinks–before trotting over and setting everything onto Jared’s flimsy dining table.
He’s wearing one of Jared’s old sweaters, something he’s had since high school. It’s a pale blue color, faded from years of wear, and, God, it looks amazing.
Morning light shines through the small central window, casting beautiful shadows across his boyfriend’s face.
They’re so in love it’s ridiculous.
The room is small, a kitchen and a dining room all in one miniscule place, but it’s much better than last year’s dorm room, so Jared doesn’t complain.
Evan sits down beside him, grabbing a fork and knife and slowly cutting up the pancake. He does it smoothly, his shoulders straightened, and Jared is struck by how much he’s grown–how much they’ve both grown. Evan looks over at him, a small smile across his face. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Jared replies, still a little awe-struck, before grabbing a fork and knife as well and beginning to eat.
Jared looks up, “Yeah, yeah, of course, it’s just…”
“Just what?” Evan’s leg brushes against his underneath the table.
“I just-” Jared clears his throat. “I just can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
Evan blushes, ducking his head down, “I can’t believe a few months ago all I wanted was to say an actual sentence to you and now I’m having breakfast with you in your sweater.”
They’ve moved quickly, Jared thinks, relatively speaking. Evan might as well move in here, considering how often he spends the night.
Jared leans over, pressing a soft kiss into Evan’s lips. The music continues playing softly in the background.