Archive of Our Own ^beta

“You didn’t have to call them names like that, you know.” David’s standing, arms crossed, eyes squinted. “Blake, I think you’re tuff, always have, but I can’t keep defending you like this.” Across from him, Blake, his boyfriend of 3 months, is sitting.

“David. They were literally calling me fucking fatherless. Cause I was throwing balls at them.” Blake sighs. “Would you like to hear ugly-ass girls say something so right and yet so annoying?”

“No, but that doesn’t make it right. They were looking for a casual game, and you literally just started chucking shit at them!” David gestures, his arm whipping back.

Blake starts laughing, “Shut the fuck up,” he wheezes, “you look retarded! I didn’t look like that.”

“Yes you did. I mean, at least I got to see you all serious and concentrated.” He smiles, warm and inviting. “Feeling sigma yet? Or like crap still?”

“Don’t worry gang, I’m good now.” Blake says. He starts getting up off the couch, and stretching his legs.

“For real?” David squints again, looking for a trick. “You still look chopped. Like really fucking shitty.”

“Yeah, yeah, come on, let’s go play some Fortnite.”

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“Siiiiixxx seeevvvennnnn!” They both yell, grinning.

David’s smile is so bright, Blake thinks. I don’t know how I was able to date him. I don’t even know how I could deserve him. He’s one of the prettiest, kindest things to have ever happened to me. Thank you god, for real.

“We really thugged it out there, Blake!” David wraps his arms around the other boy. “I was literally so close to crashing out, not gon’ lie.”

“Yeah, yeah, me too!” Blake smiles, though he knew he wasn’t. He wasn’t because he knew that his boyfriend, with the fluffy hair and warm brown eyes, giggling beneath him, was there.

Curling up closer to him, Blake starts to play with the Latino’s hair. Soft and curly, it serves as the perfect thing to take his mind off of those girls. Nothing like his own, straight, sheared short, and choppy. “Hey, they sucked, okay? They were shitty as hell. But you know, you’re a good boy.” David remarks.

Then they hear footsteps, and out of nowhere, a girl with long brown hair and tanned skin opens the door. Roxanne. “Oh fuck you with that stupid PDA. You’re literally 2 years younger. Why the hell are you pulling faster than me?”

“Cause I have more rizz, Roxy.” David flicks the middle finger back at her. “And you’re an ugly bitch.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mom’s calling you guys for dinner. Go downstairs, like right now.” Roxanne starts walking away. “And don’t do anything freaky in that gameroom, I’m gonna go on the Switch later.”

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The two boys, walking down, start to contemplate. “David, you think we’ll see those girls again?” Blake asks.

“Why?”

“Cause I dunno. Maybe they’ll get more kids to gang up on us.” He shrugs.

“Dude, your aim is fire. And also, you’re so tuff. How the fuck would those wimps get to us? We’re so much better than them.” David laughs, feeling confident. “I don’t even think they’d want to go back to SkyZone after us!”

Then they all sit down, a warm meatloaf with some soft mashed potatoes on one side. Yellow corn on the other side. All soaked in butter. A true American meal.

“Wow, Lauren! This meal looks so fire!” Blake exclaims. He loves David’s

mom’s meals. “It smells so.. buttery!”

“Yup, you’re right my.. uh.. sigma rizzler!” Everyone cringes at the mom’s usage of brainrot. “3 sticks of butter went into this wonderful meal!”

“What? Mom, aren’t you literally lactose intolerant and super close to having a stroke?” Roxanne exclaims. “Butter is not good for you!”

“What does it matter, honey? Only got one life to live!” Lauren jokes as she chows down on her oily meal.

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It’s a warm, sunny Friday, reminiscent of summer and not at all like the past week. Cerulean blue skies and birds chirping, it’s oddly Disney-esque.

4:30 pm, Friday

MY RIZZLER 🗣️🗣️

Yhey david wanna go 2 skyzone tmrw?

Read: 3:21 pm

yea gng i would !!1! 🔥🔥

Wait is it jst gon be us

Blake

dude is it just us

I need to know 🙏🙏🙏

Delivered

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It’s Saturday, and Blake’s waiting outside for David. Like a gigachad. People are staring at him, but what does it matter if David’s gonna be there.

Soon, he sees a familiar curl, wearing a red Nike tee. “Yo! You’re here!” Blake grins. “I’m glad we’re getting a redo of our SkyZone hangout.” He doesn’t want to say what it actually is. He didn’t invite anyone else but him. At this point, it’s a date. No cap. “Without those girls. Ts pmo.”

“Yeah! That’s so real. They’re literally just 10 Roxannes.” David sighs. “Uh, hey. Blake. Where’s everyone else?”

“So. Uh. I didn’t invite anyone else. They were probably gonna be busy anyways.” Blake can feel a flush creeping up his face. He feels sick. Buns, even. “I was.. thinking it could be like a date..?”

“Oh. Oh! Wait, that’s so sigma! Wait— Blake I love that! Yes! Yeah, this-this can be a date.” Covering his mouth and looking away, he says, “I wish I wore something drippier than this, then.”

“Nah, blud it’s literally me and SkyZone. There’s nobody to really impress here.”

“Impress? Like, Dress to Impress? I love DTI actually. I play with my sister when she’s not being bitchy.”

“I need you to shut the fuck up. Like actually. I’m genuinely wondering how you got the rizz to pull me like this.”

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Someone needs to tell Blake why the fuck he was punched as soon as he started jumping.

He was running towards the dodgeball section, and boom. Like what in the bombadillo crocadillo is this crap. Tung tung sahur. Motherfucking cappuccino assassino.

One second he’s about to pummel another kid with his absolute gigachad dodgeball skills, next he knows, a girl with glasses and messily tied hair is being pulled away from him. “What the fuck?!” He yells at her.

“I know what you did! You fucking whore!” The girl screams back. Honestly, despite the nerdy appearance, she’s actually fucking terrifying. Especially since his nose is bleeding. A lot. It feels like it was run through by a car. Or 15. 15 cars seems better.

“The hell was that for, bitch?” David shouted, he’s running towards Blake. “Are you okay? What did she even do that for? Is she homophobic or something? Do you need a tissue? Okay wait no. Yeah no you need like 5 tissues— this bloody nose- wait is it broken? Anyways, you cannot be thugging this out. It’s too serious and I love you too much to not get this checked out. Let’s go.”

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10:09 am, Sunday

DAVID🤫🧏

hey u good that was a crazy punch

like im worried abt u rn gng

uh yea

So

doctors said it was broken 🥀🥀

idk what im gonna do 💔

Theyre gonna squish my nose back im frying

Hello?? Wtf

Ts pmo 😭😭

wanna play fortnite later then

Like when the whole thinmsg over?

new seasons coming

i got vbucks

Read: 10:06

Oh yeha

That woulmd be so fire

*would

🔥🔥🔥🔥

ily bro

Read: 10:08

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At 12:00 Blake comes over to David’s house, and knocks on the sprightly red door, the color adding a small smile onto his face. After the third knock, the door creaks open, and Blake’s smile widens completely.

“Hi. How’s the nose, my guy?”

“Uh- oh yeah! It hurts like fucking hell, which is bad enough, but now I look like shit too! Look. I literally have like black eyes.” Blake points at the purpling bruises around and under his eyes. He does very much look like shit.

“Oh damn. That girl really did a number on you then- for it to be bruised. Anyways, I think they came out with a new Italian brainrot. Wanna watch that, then play Fortnite?”

“Yeah. Can I just say one thing, David?”

“Uh- okay- go ahead. What’s up?”

Blake takes a breath, which is hard, because right now he’s a mouth breather- and declares,

“I fucking hate SkyZone.”