WHERE THE HELL ARE MY FRIENDS FOR SOFT!spot and edgy mush
This has secretly soft spot bc thats my fave trope dont @ me and I'm so sorry for this taking forever but tHE BOYS (this is the 92sies kiddos)(excluding the ones that dont appear in 92sies)
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Spot kicked his feet, occasionally looking up from his beat-up copy of The Outsiders. He didn't really know why he was reading it again, other than he was waiting for his friend Hotshot, who was 10 minutes late. Seeing that his friend still wasn't there, he rolled his eyes and slammed the book shut. "Where the hell is my friend?!" He exclaimed to no one in particular.
Mush was walking home from hockey practice, and happened to pause his music the same time someone yelled out, "Where the hell is my friend?!" Following where he heard the yelling coming from, Mush came across one of his classmates. Spot Conlon.
The person Spot least expected to see was Mush. The one(ish) person who could get him to shut up, or blush. Was it from the constant jock-punk look? He honestly didn't know. "Hey, you ok? You were yelling," The taller boy asked, looking at Spot quizzically. It came out softer than either expected. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just my dumbass friend is probably making out with his date, instead of meeting up like he said," Spot replied, jamming the book into his bag. "That sucks." "Yeah." "Where were ya gonna go?" "Doesn't matter," Spot snapped. Too many emotions. Why did Mush give him a dumb, fluttery feeling? "Geez, calm down, just asking a damn question!" Spot rolled his eyes.
The two ended up talking for awhile, including awkward moments due to slipups about varying things. That led to blushing, which led to more embarrassment. Did the two have buried deep feelings for each other? Yes. Would they ever admit it? No. Finally, Hotshot came over, covered in hickeys that Mush and Spot conveniently ignored for his sake. "Sorry I'm so fucking late!" He said, out of breath from running. "You're fine, dude," Spot responded, sighing. "I should probably head home now," Mush said. He started down the sidewalk, when Spot called after him.
"Get back here!" Mush turned around, confused. Spot pulled out a pen and scribbled his phone number on Mush's palm. It was like a cheesy movie scene. "Are you asking me out?" "If that's what you want it to be," Spot replied, feeling blood rush to his cheeks. Mush grinned. "That's exactly what it is then." And Mush left without another word.
Hotshot watched the whole phone number exchange go down, smirking. When Mush left, Spot's cheeks were cherry red. "So, do you gotta boyfriend now?" He asked, while the two were walking to the Wendy's. "Not yet!" Spot replied, lightly hitting Hotshot's arm. Spot and Hotshot ordered their food, and sat down talking about various things.
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Me? Implying that hotshot is a bottom again? Yep
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