꒰ prompt: sometimes love is hard to convey in the right situations. ꒱
꒰ modern!till x reader. short drabble ꒱
꒰ word count: 690 ꒱
꒰ a/n: hi!! i’m falin :3 i am very supportive of yumes and would love to post xreaders for your f/o, or someone you just really like/want more content of. Please don’t be shy to send an ask, although if it’s a fandom i’m not aware of i may not do it since I would never want to mischaracterize someone. ꒱
People always ask if you and Till are dating, and honestly? You have no idea.
Often times you’re found with him in various café’s or just.. generally together. Till always made an effort to scrape up what ever he could to take you places or get you gifts. But even then, were you.. together?
It was a cold day, with every part of Till’s lips left clouds of condensation. His reddened fingertips ached from the cold, even with the cover of his pockets it did nothing to help. But it wouldn’t do anything to stop his mind trailing back to you. If he was this cold going to the café, surely you were off worse?
Till shook his head firmly, rubbing his palms against the insides of his coat. He hurried across the street, the heel of his shoe skidding slightly across the pavement with every few steps. Walking across black ice was a death wish but when it was surrounding the nearest flower shop, he didn’t mind falling on his ass a few times on the way.
The door swung open, knocking the bell above it a few times. He was a man on a mission.. and this mission was finding the right flower. Honestly, nobody would try finding flowers in the winter since their quality was lower than preferred. But after seeing the way your eyes twinkled like the night sky when receiving a bouquet… it was worth it. He subconsciously pumped his fist up, looking like a crazy person in the middle of the shop.
Till felt his ears heat up, clearing his throat as he scurried across the isle to avoid the burn of people’s stares. He liked finding flowers that complimented your eyes. That was his favorite feature, and if anything he wanted them to stay on him forever.
The sun was veiled by grey clouds, rolling over the city as Till gripped the small bouquet tight in his hand. His worst fear was, somehow against the logic of it being cold, his hands would get too sweaty and the bouquet would fly out.
Against the cold and dreary setting, you were the most beautiful person around. The main point of a painting. His light.
Till skidded to a halt, clearing his throat and stumbling over his words, “Hey.. um.. I missed you. I thought you’d like these.”
He loved the way your lips gave into a small smile, bordering on a grin, “In the middle of winter?” Even then, you cradled them with such tenderness, “They’ll get cold.. look, they’re turning blue.”
Till couldn’t help but give the stupidest smile, “I don’t think that’s how it works.” He averted his gaze, “Um.. wait long?”
“Nah,” you quickly replied, waving your hand almost dismissively. Till clasped his over yours, hardly able to catch the way your eyes widened microscopically. He guided you to the bench, sitting down.
The wood was damn cold against his ass but he couldn’t say much without sounding more pathetic than he does. Till rubbed his hand against his nape, his skin felt hot already from how red he was. “Listen..” Till’s heart lurched, hard enough he felt dizzyingly sick, “I don’t know how to say this. But— I like you. A lot.”
Till could practically hear the confusion on your expression, “I like you too, Till.”
“I mean…” Till fidgeted with his hands, twirling his fingers against each other, “I want to be with you. Like, date.”
“I thought we were already dating?”
Till paused. His gaze finally lifted from his hands to you. Already… what now? He shoved his face into his hands with a strained noise between a groan and laughter.
You let out a flabbergasted huff, tapping his arm, “Come on.. you can’t blame me. I thought you already asked me out.. I thought you were celebrating our anniversary late.”
Till grabbed your hands gently, his cheeks reddened but not from the cold. Teal eyes glassy and yet on you, “Then.. let’s make it official this time. Then next anniversary, I won’t be late.”
Your pout broke into a smile, squeezing his warm palms, “Promise?”
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