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Austin works at a flower shop and Jared is a concerningly frequent customer. Austin assumes he goes out a ton but Jared thinks hes cute

Austin continues to see him, and Jared buys flowers with specific meanings (love at first sight, blooming love, etc,) and continues to leave one flower with Austin when he leaves.

“My Prince, are you actually insane?”

PBG, though he was laughing, ducked his head as the yelling came his way, and took off running though the castle halls. “GONNA HAVE TO CATCH ME IF YOU WANNA PROTECT ME!”

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16 - Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

Jared cuddled up closer to PBG, not paying much attention to the movie they were watching. It didn’t matter. He was just happy to be with him again. This was perfect. PBG held Jared’s hand tight and started to bring him closer, a small blush on his cheeks. 

‘Jared, I love you. I love you so much. I really really love you. I-’ Jared pushed a finger to his lips and smiled. 

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It didn’t take as long as Jared had thought to convince PBG to come to watch his fashion show. He’d normally been too busy with soccer practice to attend so to see him settled comfortably into the plush seats of the theatre as he peeked around the curtain was a welcome sight.

He watched PBG clap politely and, although the lights made it difficult for him to see, he was sure that he was smiling, talking to whoever was sat beside him about the show. Or not, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was here. He sighed, resting his head against the wall as he absently watched the models walk up and down the stage, his mind wandering to the random thoughts that danced in his subconscious.

Jared blinked, his eyes snapping back up to the audience, scanning it for the familiar silhouette of PBG, heart in his chest as an idea came to mind. He’d just do it. Go with his instinct for once in his life. After a gentle shove from a member of the behind the scenes cast prompted him forward, he strode out into the bright lights of the stage, arms up and waving to the roar of the faceless crowd.

“Good evening, everybody! Thank you for turning out here tonight!” The audience cheered, the loud buzzing of the crowd never feeling out of place, although constantly a little unsettling. “Before I close this fantastic show here tonight; there’s something I would like to say.” He cleared his throat, the screaming dying down into curious, hushed murmurs.

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“I’m so… so tired of you!”, Jared almost shouted. He would have said it louder, but there were other people in the dorms. 

PBG nodded. “Okay, be more specific. Pretend I’m her!”

Okay ew… no. His boyfriend probably noticed the grossed out expression on his face and backpedaled. “Er, pretend this pillow is her!” He held up one of the pillows from the top bunk. 

He tried to picture his mother’s face instead of the pillow. It made his blood boil over a bit, even just with the thought. 

“So tired of everything… I’m tired of feeling sick to my stomach every time I make a mistake!”

His boyfriend smiled and motioned him to go on. 

The words came out a lot easier. “You’re always like ‘if you want a hobby, it has to be a sophisticated, advantageous hobby’ and ‘if you want to be a boy, you have to be a flawless boy’, and… I can’t always be what you want! I’m who I am, I’m a dork who likes playing video games and Dungeons and Dragons with his friends! I mess up sometimes, sometimes pretty badly, and I hate having to feel like I never should have been born every time it happens!”

“Is that really how she makes you feel?”, PBG interjected with a frown. “Why didn’t you-”

“I-it’s not important,” Jared sighed. 

A shake of the head, and PBG put a hand on his shoulder. “If it’s really that bad, you should like, tell someone! All of us are here for you, not just me!”

He shrugged. “I tell Satch when it’s getting bad, usually. He tries to help.”

PBG frowned strangely. “S-Satch, of course… He’s amazing…”

And there he went again. “Stop it with that self-deprecating shit,” Jared huffed. “You’re amazing, and the only reason I hadn’t come to you is because it hasn’t been as bad lately!”

“It hasn’t?” PBG perked right back up. “That’s great!”

“I’ve felt more confident in myself, enough to ask you out and mention the roleplaying stuff to you guys,” Jared continued. “If I could just get Her off my back, I might actually be able to get my shit together for once.”

“Well, let’s keep working on it!”, PBG exclaimed. “Wanna practice again?”