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❛ a raccoon could choke me with its people hands. or hold any weapon. isn’t that terrifying. ❜

twell now i’m late. fuck.

     it’s seconds before the ball drop. keegan and his lovely new fiance are sitting on the couch together- both of them absolutely hammered. and keegan has never been happier in his life.

     engaged on new year’s. he never even thought he’d get engaged, let alone on a holiday. and to the football player of his dreams? it was like some fever dream to him. of course he was expecting the kiss- to some extent. part of him still believed dustin wouldn’t kiss him- why he wouldn’t he, though? anxiety works in mysterious ways, that’s why.

     so when dustin kissed him? he still jumped. he was still shocked, still amazed- and then he snaked his arms around dustin’s shoulders, pulled him closer, and whispered into the kiss.

❛ stay still… ❜ he hums under his breath, looping the tie and tugging it downwards, taking a step back to admire his handiwork. hand gently cards through keegan’s hair, brushing ends down as he shifts in his dress shirt and blazer. ❛ my mom already likes you and has heard of you, so you’ll be okay, but anna might try and spit on you. she’s like that with everyone. ❜ laughter is that of an angel, a sweet smile on his face. ❛ and marmalade…well…marma takes a while to get used to new people, so if she hisses at you, don’t worry about it. ❜ 

    hands move to adjust the tie -- he’s never worn one before, this is a new experience for him. he hates how the dress shirt feels against his skin, how it grazes over old burns and scars, how it feels so rough compared to the usual soft lining of his sweatshirt. he doesn’t like the pants, they feel stiff, and tight around the waist. but he’d endure all this -- and a million more awful things -- for dustin. he presses his forehead against the other’s, arms snaking around his shoulders.

     for a moment, keegan pauses. he pauses and he thinks everything over. ten years ago, divali, did you ever see yourself here? comfortably nestled under the football captain’s arm in your bedroom, with your head on his shoulder? did you see yourself as comfortable with your life? could you have ever guessed you would have been this happy?

     no. no you couldn’t have. you would have never seen yourself as a romantic person. you would have never seen yourself take one look at a boy and literally go head over heels, doing anything and everything to make him happy- even if it meant giving up some things you never thought you’d give up.

     you never knew you could be this content with something so small.

     you never knew you could be in love.

                       “ aren’t you cold? “               -      -

                                                                      -      -               “ nah. i have spite to warm me.”