How about 17 for the 'I love you' prompt with egobang? (Ngl I picked this one because it reminded me of my datemate and I love them)
[That’s so sweet. I hope I did the prompt justice]
Prompt: When the broken grass litters the floor
The sound of glass breaking and cursing made Dan scramble to his feet, book thrown aside. He tried to peer into the kitchen, but his angle afforded him very little.
“Arin?” He called, walking towards the archway seperating the two rooms. “What happened?”
“Nothing!” Arin suddenly shouted, sounding a bit frantic. “Stay there! I’m fine!” Dan didn’t stop, however, as he stepped into the kitchen to find Arin on his hands and knees, picking shards of glass off the floor.
“Don’t use your hands. You’re going to-” Dan started when Arin let out a yelp. “Hurt yourself.” He finished with a sigh.
“M'fine.” Arin said, sticking his finger in his mouth. Dan knelt beside him, holding out a hand.
“Lemme see.” He said, raising an eyebrow when Arin hesitated. “Arin.”
Arin reluctantly held out his hand to Dan, rolling his eyes. “Dude, it’s nothing.” Dan ignored him, turning his fingers over to check each one.
“Nothing? You have cuts on like, each finger. How did you even-” He sighed again. “What happened?” He gestured with his head to the glass and Arin looked away.
“I dropped a mug.” Arin mumbled.
Dan shrugged. “It’s a mug. Who cares?”
“It was the one with Bob Ross on it.” Arin said, quieter. “Your favourite.”
Dan frowned, glancing back at the shattered pieces. Oh. That’s why Arin looked so ashamed. He’d broken the mug he’d gotten Dan on thier first date. A stupid thing with Bob Ross welding his paintbrush as a sword while he fought the undead. Dan had loved tgat mug for both the hilariousness of it and the memory of that time with Arin. And Arin thought Dan was upset.
Dan stared at the pieces for several seconds, and the entire time Arin refused to meet his eye. Finally, Dan wrapped his hand around Arin’s wrist and stood, tugging him to his feet. “C'mon.” He said, and walked them to the bathroom.
Neither of them said anything as Dan carefully washed Arin’s hand, Arin hissing when the soap hit his cuts. They were quiet as Dan took out the neosporn and bandaids, carefully wrapping up each cut. When Dan was finished, he kissed each bandaid and gave Arin a warm smile.
“It was a stupid mug.” Dan said, kissing Arin’s forehead. “I love you more.”
“But it-” Arin started.
“You can buy me a new one.” Dan reassured, and Arin finally relaxed a bit. “A cooler one, with Snoop Dog fighting Darth Vader or something.”
Arin blinked. “I… actually know where to buy one of those.”
Dan burst out laughing. “Okay, you have to get that for me now.”
“It’s all yours,” Arin said, kissing Dan’s nose. “Sweetheart.”
Dan shoved Arin shoulder lightly and snorted. “Don’t call me that. I hate it.”
“No, you don’t.” Arin said, smirking. “You love it when I call you pet names, baby.”
“That’s you.” Dan retorted.
“At least I’ll admit it.” Arin said, leaning forward to kiss Dan. Dan relaxed into the kiss, eyes sliding shut. Maybe he did like the pet names. Maybe. But Arin didn’t need to know that.
So my friend invited me to go to the drive in with her and her boyfriend. i went because she diddent want to go alone, as it was thier first date. they cuddled up under one blanket while i sat on the other side of the car with my blanket. lets just say she gave him a hand job. i know because she told me plus i could hear it. she invited me to hang out with her and her boyfriend at the lake next weekend. what do i do?!