Timkon but Kon doesn't know that he likes guys and thinks he's aroace (is it because he doesn't know what attraction feels like? Is it because he feels unlovable? Who's really to say) but then through an impromptu road trip, Kon discovers he has insane feelings for his best friend
He almost confesses right there, but knows he needs to wait because he's seen it before in media that you can't confess to your crush right away, right? So he lets this newfound attraction fester in his chest as Tim only gets more amd more attractive by the day and he keeps finding more and more new things to love about his boy.
And then, Tim invites Kon over to his house to watch movies, and because he wants to introduce Kon to his civvie friend, and Jon accepts so fast because he wants to do anything and everything with Tim. When he gets there, Tim and Bernard are already snuggled close, and Tim introduces the two, and Tim lets himself be used as a human marshmallow for both of them as they turn into a huge snuggle pile
And this happens several more times until Kon can't help but notice that Bernard keeps pulling Tim closer to him and wrapping his arms around Tim, so when Tim is away grabbing some soda for them, Kon just straight up asks if Bernard likes Tim, and Bernard sheepishly replies that he does.
And Kon feels his heart shatter, but it doesn't matter because all everyone knows Kon as is aroace, so he doesn't tell anyone.
And then, two days later, when Tim and Kon are out on a duo mission, Tim admits that he likes Bernard and asks for Kon to be his wingman to help get them together.
Headcanon that Morro and Lloyd have so much banter with each other to the point that Lloyd genuinely wasn't sure whether or not Morro actually liked him before. Wu had to explain to him that Morro just had a lot of emotional walls and the banter is his way of getting along with people-
just saw a poor misguided kid order the ‘tommy’s unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death/tumoasd special. I wonder when will they get to the bittersweet after taste in the end
Okay I know I try to stray away from Hufflepuff stereotypes, but when a post is based on irl (I usuallu tag it as such) I can't help it. I am the damn pinnicle of Hufflepuff stereotypes. How can I become more badass when everyone in my life insists that I am a bean??
This is a continuation of Gym Class, which I did a little while ago. TURNS OUT that that boy i like (yeah you know the one i based that ficlet off of)...yes well things have INDEED happened.
Here we go.
Draco was tired of Harry Potter. Completely exhausted of him. If he had to see that stupid, gorgeous face one more time this week, he was going to actually explode. The worse part was that whenever Draco saw Harry in the corridors, Harry would just stare at him. It was clear that Harry saw and recognized Draco, but he wasn’t smiling at him.
It only took Pansy severely shaking him that Draco realized that it could possibly be because Draco was staring Harry down in a similar fashion. Sitting in class, it took all of Draco’s willpower not to slap himself in the forehead.
So the next day in gym class, Draco smiled. And surprisingly, Harry smiled back. Draco might as well have just erupted into flames, the way his bones melted and his whole face burned bright red. Harry did not seem to notice, however, because he sat right next to Draco to stretch after they had finished their exercises for the day.
“Oh shit,” Harry muttered as he sat down. Draco couldn’t help but turn to look at him.
“What?” Draco asked, his mouth speaking before his brain could catch up to tell him to shut up.
“Just sat in a puddle of water,” Harry groaned.
Draco laughed before he could stop himself. “You shouldn’t sit right under the water fountain then!”
Harry looked up at him in surprise and shrugged. Then scooted closer with a laugh. Scooted closer to Draco. They weren’t too far apart now. Oh wow.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly before bending over to stretch. Draco flicked his eyes away before Harry could catch him staring.
Oh wow.
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The next day could have been better.
“Oh, hey, what’s up?” Harry said, turning slightly towards Draco upon realizing he was walking behind him.
“Oh, hi!” Draco stammered, trying to act like he hadn’t been deliberately walking slower as to avoid speaking to Harry. If Draco went up to talk to him first, then surely he would realize that Draco liked him. No. It was out of the question.
Maybe hadn’t heard him over the chatter of their classmates, but he didn’t say anything else when he walked to the lockers to change. Damn. Draco should have just said hi. Now Harry would think Draco didn’t want to talk to him.
If only Harry knew how much the opposite was true.
Harry must have forgotten about the whole thing from yesterday, because when he walked into the gym, he seemed perfectly happy. In fact, he walked across the whole gym waving at Draco before Draco realized Harry was actually waving at him. Draco waved back shyly, blushing, before Harry grinned and walked off to take his seat.
Not ten minutes later, Harry jogged over to Draco to carry out the warm ups with him.
This couldn’t be real.
Harry Potter would not willingly run through warm ups with school-wide nerd Draco Malfoy. But here he was. And he talked.
He was much chattier than Draco had originally thought.
This only displayed itself further the next day for the mile run. Harry ran the whole thing with him. Now, to someone else, this might have been nothing. But Harry Potter was a fast runner, and not only could Draco keep up with him, but Harry actually talked to him when they ran.
And he talked so much.
On and on about his classes, his car, his life, the music he liked, the sports he liked, the way his shins hurt when he ran.
Draco could have listened to him talk forever.
When Harry Potter double high-fived him at the end of the run, Draco’s smile nearly split his face into two.
For the next three days, Draco felt like he was floating on air. Enough so that he even considered asking Harry to the upcoming dance. Unfortunately, as the dance was only two days away, Draco felt it would be too last minute to ask him.
Thank goodness he hadn’t.
The dance was spectacular. Draco laughed and danced wildly with his friends, and the decorations were stunningly themed outer space. And Harry over there, with his arms in the air and his dark hair falling in his face, might have been the most beautiful thing Draco had ever seen.
But he didn’t wave to Draco. Draco didn’t even know if Harry had seen him. It didn’t matter. Walking out of the dance, Harry distinctly put his hand on a red haired girl’s waist and leaned into her before leaning down to whisper something in her ear. She threw back her head and laughed, and Harry smiled.
Draco put his head down and stopped watching.
It took Draco two weeks to figure out the red haired girl was Ginny Weasley, star soccer player, exchange student from England, and one of the prettiest girls in the entire school.
Draco had been wrong thinking that Harry might like him. Even just as a friend. Clearly, he was just someone to be talked to in gym class. The only class they had together, and the only time Harry wanted to talk to him. Fine. If Harry needed a friend for one class only, then Draco would be that.
Things had a habit of not working out in Draco’s life. Why should this be any different?
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okay so LISTEN. this is not where we’re leaving off. nor is this where ive been left off in my own life. so so much has happened since the first gym class thing i wrote that i just couldnt get it all down in one go. as it is, i smooshed some events together to save some time.
