ive been looking through the danny phantom tag today and honestly this fandom is so creative!!! howww?? All the stuff that ive seen is so cool and i just, love it so much???
alright so here’s what i’m thinking. a cute little study date with bri while he’s still in uni!! the space is a mess with papers but y’all and giggling like fools and just enjoying each other’s company. the literal dream ugh
i’m- okay, all i can say is yes. that’s the actual dream??? i’m so soft??? oh my god. okay. here it is.
You somehow ended up best friends with the smartest man you’ve ever met.
It’s frustrating sometimes, how intelligent and how gifted Brian is, but how monumentally unaware he is of his own capabilities. God, you could just grab him and shake him by his shoulders just to make him realise even slightly how talented he is at everything he does.
You’d always thought that it came easy to him, and to an extent it does come naturally, but when you first witnessed Brian during the run-up to exams you realised that he becomes an even bigger wreck than you do. You still remember him during first year exams vividly. You had only been friends for a few months when you knocked on the door of his flat with coffee to help him through, just to be met with a moodier, sleepier, distressed version of Brian that you hadn’t met until that very moment. It was nearly frightening, to be quite frank, to see the tall and lanky boy with the softest eyes you’d ever seen become so stressed during exams.
Since that day, you decided that you won’t let him suffer like that again, you would study together so that you could keep an eye on him, getting him snacks since he’d always forget to eat, and make him drink enough water.
It may have been partially a selfish act however, since studying with Brian meant that you could spend more time with him. He was a sight to behold when he was focussed, bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed in a perpetual frown that for some reason made him look so adorable.
Your little crush on Brian had only grown into something bigger as you finished your first year and made your way into the second, and suddenly you couldn’t control the butterflies in your stomach every time you thought of him. It was ridiculous really, how anyone could mention his name, or he could simply smile at you and you’d be in a puddle on the floor.
Which is why when the first exams of the year roll around, you’re the first to propose a study date.
Brian’s flat is cosy when you show up, a candle lit in the corner and a few small decorative pumpkins littered about. You can’t help but grin when you notice them. Brian never decorated for Autumn before he met you, but after learning about how much you love the Fall, he went out and bought a few pumpkins immediately. The thought fills your heart with so much joy, warmth spreading through you as the two of you sit on the floor of his living room, two cups of hot chocolate set on the coffee table.
“You mustn't distract me this time,” you begin, pulling your books and notes out of your bag, “or Professor Kurt will hunt you down.”
“Distract you!” Brian chuckles, “If I remember correctly, I wasn’t the one who couldn’t choose a record to play and went through my entire collection giving your own review of each one.”
“Yeah, well, excuse me for not loving Bob Dylan.”
Brian laughs, shaking his head at you with a wide grin on his face. His curls are mussed today, and you assume it’s from tugging on it out of stress as he’s been studying, but it suits him. The flame of the candle glows against the sharp hook of his nose and against his slightly stubbly jaw, casting an orange halo over him. It’s breathtaking, to say the least, so you clear your throat and open one of your textbooks.
“It’s alright, I don’t care for Marvin Gaye.”
You gasp, staring at him with wide eyes, “I simply cannot believe, let alone accept what I am hearing right now,” he laughs and rolls his eyes, but you’re still in shock, “This actually feels quite blasphemous.”
“Oh don’t be dramatic,” he says, scooting over on the floor to sit closer to you, “It’s why we’re good together, we balance each other.”
You feel your skin grow hot as you gulp. His body heat is radiating against you, the scratchy wool of his jumper rubbing against your wrist as he moves his arm to grab his pen. You wonder how the hell he’s comfortable in something so itchy, but he seems content, the thick collar exposing a bit of his pale collar bone.
You scoff, trying your best to hide your fluster, “We balance each other out with our taste in music?”
“Among other things.” He smiles, a genuine smile that has your insides feeling warm.
Then you both begin to study, though nothing gets done. The two of you practically make it your mission to distract the other as much as they can. Brian would shoulder you gently so that your pen would scratch an obvious black line through your paper, and you’d throw bits of crumpled up paper at him, and pretend to lose pencils in his hair.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, gets done. But neither of you care, enjoying each other’s company as the sun sets early outside and rain begins to patter against his window pane.
“Hey! Where’d you even get those paper clips from?” Brian laughs, covering his face with his arms as you shower him with the small bits of metal.
You’d ended up across from him over the coffee table, books and bits of paper scattered everywhere, making a total mess. Your revision was abandoned long ago, and instead a battle takes place in the living room.
You cease fire momentarily to protect yourself from the eraser he’d thrown, laughing all the while, “I’ll never tell!”
“Alright, you’ve left me no choice!” He laughs, a wicked grin on his face.
Before you can figure out what’s happening, Brian lunges towards you, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead, all you see are his long limbs coming towards you, and a shriek escapes from your lips as you’re pushed to the rug.
He lets his body weight rest on you, pinning your wrists gently down. You both laugh, but as you stare up at him from the floor. You become silent, and his smile slowly fades. Blood rushes through your ears, and you gulp when he begins to lean down, pretty eyes fluttering closed.
He brushes his nose against yours, testing the water, his breath fanning over your lips as your eyes also fall closed. You tilt your chin and bring it back down, nervously anticipating his next move. Then he brings his lips to brush against yours, just barely, before filling the gap.
The kiss is gentle, and sweet, but it has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering yet again, when he pulls away to look into your eyes. And then he smiles, and so do you, and he kisses you again as the rain pours outside.
