Request By: ForeverCringing77
Prompt: "Wait a second, are you jealous?"
Expect: Fluff, Small(?) Angst, hate on me at the end maybe lmao

(I feel like my writin got shittier as it progressed lmao I'm sorry)

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The wind was roughly blowing against your bare arms, sending goosebumps all the way down to your wrist. Fingertips starting to numb from the cold oncoming winter night. The sky above was coated in thick, deep gray clouds. Covering any sight of the stars above, and moons light.

A seen puff of air escaped passed your lips, then back to inhaling the frigid cold. Hands now rubbing your arms to cause some warmth from the friction.

(E/C) eyes gaining a build up of tears as another gust of wind whip strands of your hair back, tangling it all about.

Blinking them away, you turn your gaze to stare at the man next to you. Who was currently wiggling his arms out of his windbreaker, fixing the inside out sleeve. Proceeding to step behind you, holding it up.

Letting go of your limbs, you slip them into the warmth of the jacket. Instantly gripping it close to your body, a smile making way at the heat swarming around your torso.

"God, thank you so much, Tim." Laughing out your thanks, you stuff your hands deep into the pockets. Sending a grateful smile towards your friend. Who in turn, wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Next time just ask." Giving you a squeeze, y'all continue on the night walk around the block. Now being able to take in the Christmas light views. Laughing at dumb jokes that get spewed out your mouth, and doing stupid dances whenever you had passed by quite the jammy festival music.

Sipping away at hot chocolate, and looping candy canes together.

Snagging freshly baked cupcakes from the neighbors, and scooping only the icing off, to stick into the other's hair.

Laughter was heard all about the area, from you two, and others who decided to join in.

You almost forgot Brian was with you during it all.

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Another winter night came, fog coating over the pine trees in your backyard. The barbed wire fence couldn't even be seen, while slowly falling droplets of frozen water came gently down. Blanketing the ground in a cool texture of soft and smooth, only to be fooled by the harsh sting it'll leave if it's bothered too much.

Luckily for you, you happen to be wrapped in a bundle of knitted blankets. Snowman and reindeer designs all crocheted in by the bone hands of your long pass great grandmother. Still being able to smell the ink pages of her books, and the freshly made sugar cookies she would make from scratch.

A tap was made on top of your head, turning behind you to see two of your best friends within your own home.

Which isn't uncommon, to be told the truth. They're always sticking by your side twenty four seven, for what reasons is unknown. But you consider it as them not really getting along well with others the past couple of years.

And you could understand them, as you never got along well with others either due to the predicament of a family you were born into.

Other than sweet Great Grandma Rosemary, you weren't all to accepted.

Tim was the first to take the only available vacant spot next to you, proceeding to wrap his arm around your shoulder like usual and tugging you close. Of course, you didn't mind it as much. It reminded you of the last genuine guy friend you had.

He had died in a car crash years before you met Tim and Brian, though.

As well as your cousin, Johnathan.

He was always an asshole to you though, but he was still family.

To be honest, you cried more at your friends' funeral than your cousins.

Tobias, Tim, and Brian would've probably gotten along, if he was still alive. Maybe. Tim might have gotten annoyed a bit with his upbeat personality at times, if you're being honest with yourself.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Brian's voice spoke softly, snapping you out of your thoughts. You look up into his mixed eyes of blues, before dipping your sight back to Tim who had once more tapped you. Missing the small hint of annoyance from Brian having lost your attention.

"Do you smell something burning?" Tim ask, scrunching his nose a bit at the scent of over baked gingerbread m-

"I AN BURNING THE MEN ALIVE, SHIT!"

Startling the two men, you abruptly jump out of Tim's hold. Dashing straight to the kitchen, yanking a drawer open to grab an oven mitt.

Opening the oven's door, a cloud of black smog rose from inside. Trying your best to ignore the heat from inside, you grab ahold of the pan that contained the now charcoal balls of burnt dough. Slamming them into the counter top, closing the oven lid, and standing far back to catch some cleaner oxygen into your lungs.

The two men rush in, looking around as the fire alarm now decided to beep its obnoxious noise to warn of smoke.

Brian was fixing to come up to you, but was beat by Tim. Seeing him check you over, and laugh at the fact of your horrible baking skills. Making you react by playfully punching him, until you broke loose into quiet giggles.

He instead walked over and grabbed some towels, tryin for waft away the smoke from being scented anymore by the alarms.

Your voice still rang through the room, interlacing with Tim's as y'all chatter away. Coming over to examine the now hard rocks you accidentally created.

Saying how you lost track of time with stating outside into the yard, being caught in your own thoughts. Tim then gave you a noogie, now settling his arm around your shoulders once more. Pretending to pick which killed gingerbread man would've tasted the best, and even daring him to try one.

Brian was once more nearly forgotten.

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Christmas was fast approaching, making many parents scan the aisles once more, checking they gathered every last bit of the presents they decided to get for their kids. Spending the last amount of saving money, just to spoil their offsprings.

Some were just gathering presents for their friends, just as you were.

Finger gliding over the prices as your tired peepers jump back and forth between items. Legs taking you wherever they desired to go, just to find the decently perfect items for your best friends.

Maybe you can just grab a few t-shirts that'll suit Tim's attire. Grab a new hoodie for Brian, seeing as his yellow one is worn and has some stains that no matter how hard you scrub, or the many times you wash, won't come out.

You're not a smokies person, but maybe you can get a personalized lighter along with the shirts for Tim. Maybe decorate it with the weird symbol you've seen him tattoo on himself recently.

For Brian, with the hoodies, maybe you can also—

Your phone started ringing, dipping into your pocket to pull it out and answer it.

"Hello, (Y/N) speaking!" You chime into the phone, walking off to the clothing section of the store.

"(Y/N)! Where are you? We were suppose to meet twenty minutes ago." Tim's voice came through, urgency lacing in his tone, almost being blocked out by the chatter of people and loud music blaring.

Pulling back your device to check the time, it indeed show you were late with the scheduled outgoing with him and Brian.

"Aaah, shit. I'm sorry! I got carried away trying to find gifts the two of you." Adjusting your purse, you quickly left to leave the store. Having decided to just get their presents another time

You heard a sigh, followed by a relief sound of chuckles from Tim.

"Okay, okay." He spoke, a bit calmer now. "I'll see you soon, a'right?"

"Where's Brian?"

"He said he didn't want to come."

"Really?" Unlocking the car door, you plop inside, inserting the key and turning. Your phone immediately hooked up by Bluetooth, now speaking through the radio. "He was so excited to come though. Why isn't he coming? There has to be a reason."

Tim was silent for a second, before giving a random excuse of not feeling to well.

Truth be told, you didn't fully believe him but went with it anyways.

Pulling out of the parking lot, you made your way to Spare Time. Where you're suppose to spend a time with the two best boys in life, but now only being able to with one.

Honestly, you wanted to spend some of the remaining free time of your break from college with Brian a bit more, seeing as you been focusing more on Tim. Not intentionally, never that. Just, he seems to be taking you out more and more.

Turning the radio on to some music you like, drowning out your racing thoughts to imagining being somewhere else, you continue on your way to the destination.

Brian was at home, perfectly healthy. Checking his phone to see both his friend and crush located at Spare Time. (Not the creepy kind of way, they have an app they all agreed on to check in on where someone is in case something may seem wrong. Tim and Brian were paranoid in case something happens to you, but you don't know why.)

He clicked his phone off, grabbed his hoodie, and walked out of the house.

To the forest behind.

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You're worried.

Anxious.

Lately, Brian's text have been short and rare. Quickly ending with a bye, no explanations or anything. He doesn't want to talk, or join in on your usual walks anymore. He's not sick, clearly, as you still see him heading out to the woods at times.

He still goes out with Tim sometimes too!

But when it comes to you, he just won't do anything.

You're just scared..

Did you do something to render the friendship y'all had? Did you anger him? Frustrate, annoy him in some way? Yes, maybe the two of you weren't spending as much time together, but you didn't think it would fall down to plain out ignoring you!

You even resorted to texting Tim to ask for help, but he said he couldn't gain any information on his behavior.

Christmas is tomorrow too!

So if you can't find a way to fix this then—

Your phone buzzed, your ringtone echoing in the empty abyss of your car. Having just picked up the late gifts the workers forgot to inform you about.

It buzzed once more. Then again, and again.

Picking it up, you were filled with a gut dropping ball of infant anxiety as the caller ID appeared.

Brian was trying to FaceTime you.

Despite the feeling shoving inside you, you clicked the accept button being met with a loading black screen. Before the all round familiar features of your friend appeared.

His phone was clearly propped against something, as he had his arms crossed, chin laying hid. Blue eyes staring deeply at the camera, straight towards your own pools.

You give a smile, waving a hello as you leaned back to relax in your car's seat.

He gave a hum back in acknowledgement, while silence you followed for a couple beats.

You decided to be the ice breaker.

"Brian I—" A beep was heard after you saw Brian reach towards the phone, and it showed your lock screen of you and the boys, displaying the late time of seven thirty two p.m.

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He just hung up on you.

What- what the fuck!

"What the hell, Brian!" You shouted, tossing your phone into the vacant passenger seat. Turning the key to start the engine, you drove out of the near empty parking lot, going a bit over the speed limit. But you didn't care.

Oh hell no.

You had a destination and target in mind, locked and center.

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Slamming the door, not giving two shits of locking your car, you march on the concrete path to the houses' door. Hands balled into fist, nails digging into the skin of your palm.

Bringing one up, you bang on the door. Waiting for a minute, before pressing the doorbell.

Dipping down into the potted plant by the door, your hand scavenged for the key. Flicking a bit of dirt away, as it's usually buried somewhere around the greenery.

But not being able to find, you figured Brian knew the chance of you coming over to give him an earful was high.

"He hid the damn key..." Muttering to yourself, you scanned the small area around the door, before your eyes landed on something shiny poking out of an abandoned birds nest. Tucked away in a high up corner, where your short self can't reach.

"You're only giving me more reason to be pissed, Brian."

Walking to the front yard, you snag one of the outdoor chairs used for lounging on decent days. Scooting it over and plopping it where you can easily grab hold of the key.

Dropping back to the ground, you insert the cold metal into the keyhole, successfully unlocking the door. Opening it, you walk inside, shutting the pesky object that prevented from just running in.

A look around, it's easy to tell Brian is here.

You did see his car, so of course with that too.

But the kitchen light was on, as well as his living room TV. The windows' curtains were slid to the side, showing a view to his backyard, the shades pulled all the way.

The back porch light was flickered on, showing a glass table coated in snow. A mug of sorts left out on top, having the cold substance pile inside it, pouring out on the sides.

One more once over showed he was no where in here. Instead deciding to walk through the living room and passed the kitchen, entering a small hallway that consisted of his room, a guest room, and the bathroom.

The bathroom door was open, so that was an easy no go to his location. You kind of wished he was in there, would make it easier to find him.

The guest room was empty, you flipping the switch to take a look around. Only spotting one of your left over shirts, neatly folded on the bed. You've been needing to get that back actually.

Besides that, Brian's room was the last option. A dim light was coming through the crack from below, and faint music could be heard from within. As well as a frustrated voice, mumbling about as the person inside was having what seemed to be a heated argument with themselves.

But that person was Brian.

Despite still being highly pissed and worries, you bring a hand up, knuckles gently knocking against the chipped door to his room. Your friends' shadow, that was jostling all around from what showed on the light, came to a sudden halt. His voice went mute as well, as he stayed glued to the spot he stopped in.

You could easily tell he was pondering on opening the door or not, possibly leaning more towards ignoring it, therefor shooing you away.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

You knocked again, albeit much more aggressive. "Brian." Voice speaking, careful to lower the frustration you had pent up in you as well, "Brian, I know you're in there."

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"No I'm not."

"Brian."

Footsteps were heard, as the shadow from beneath the door grew larger. The chipped metallic knob twisted, before the entrance from the hallway to his room was thrown open.

(A wild Brian appeared. What do you do?)

He stood, eyes downcast to look into your own. A neutral look plastered on his features, which quickly twisted into a battle of showing hurt or anger. The way his lips quirked a bit, and the furrow of his brows.

"What do you want." It was more demanding than questioning, which only caused you to scoff, shoving him aside to make way into his room. Which only was quite messy at the moment.

Sheets were tossed to the floor beside his bed, papers scattered about on his desk. Trash in filled to the brim, overflowing to be exact, with crumples of plastic wrappers. Journals sticking out from it from the bottom. His outdated camera was thrown to the ground in a far off corner, Tim's tattooed symbol drawn around the area.

The window to his room was shut, curtains slid closed. Blocking the view to the street, and any pedestrians that would be walking this late at night.

Turning back around to face Brian, who was leaning against the doorway, head turned to ignore your stare. Hands being stuffed into his old yellow hoodie, a black material poking out a bit.

Sighing, you sit down on the bed, patting the spot next to you once you see your friend looking at you once more. Although it was clear he didn't want to, he obliged regardless, sitting down. Though, not as close as you wish for.

"Brian," You start, voice hush, "you need to tell me what's going on."

"Nothing's bothering me—"

"Now I never said something was bothering you."

His blue orbs glanced at you, before sliding down to the floor. Shoes becoming his new interest now.

"I'm just saying, nothing is wrong. So you can just leave now."

"Really?" Your leg began to bounce, hands curling into what was left of his comforter on the bed. Eyes narrowing his direction, another disbelief of a scoff leaving passed your lips, gaining the attention of your friend. "Because it sure seems like something is up."

"Well there isn't an—"

"Then tell me, Brian! Why have you been ignoring? You barely text me, and- and when you do it's just a short 'hi' and 'bye'!"

"Because I'm busy-"

"Really?! So you can make time with Tim, but not with me? I've asked you multiple times if you want to go out and— just, hang somewhere. Anywhere!" You were standing in from of him now, glaring hard as he stayed glued to the bed, his own flicker of emotions clashing in his eyes. "And you ignore me. You hung up earlier on the a call you started! No goodbye or anything!"

"Says much for you, huh." He spat back, narrowing into his own glare. Pointing an excusing finger, as he abruptly stood, towering a bit over you.

"Excuse me?" Hands balled into fist again, teeth grinding as you stare at the man in disbelief. "I haven't done—"

"Really? Really? You truly believe you haven't done nothing wrong."

"Do not try to turn this on-"

"No. No, listen. You- y-" He released a grunt, hand running through his hair as his eyes momentarily shut. Calming himself a bit to not yell to much towards you.

He stood like that for a couple more seconds, back turned to you as his placed his palms on his desk now. Fingers drumming in no recalling rhythm, before coming to a stop. His tensing shoulders loosened, as you could tell he was probably trying to relax himself.

While he did that, you too thought to calm your own mind and body.

Yelling and excusing will get you where and only cause more pain anyways.

Settling yourself back on the bed, you start doing some breathing exorcises, fingers coiling and then unwinding. Back slumping, as you closed your eyes as well. Getting lost in counting, and the hearing of your own breath.

Only opening when you heard Brian's voice speak out.

"It was," Softly, he began. Now having calmed enough to finally open up. "that day that you spilt your damn ice cream on me two years ago."

He let loose a small laugh, still finding humor in that long ago memory.

"When you kept apologizing, over and over. As if you committed a horrible crime, and were to be sent to jail."

"Correction, I thought I would lose your friendship. I ruined your new shirt."

"Yeah well, you didn't. Obviously." You watch as his short locks swished back and forth due to the shaking of his head. He still didn't turn yet, choosing to stay facing away as he spoke of the past. "Seeing you rush around to grab napkins, even taking to using your own scarf to clean the mess up..."

He went quiet, heaving a small sigh.

"Seeing your face show such regret and shame, over such a small incident. That was an accident too.. I didn't like it. I didn't like that look.

"And, how you kept saying how you'll buy me a new shirt. Devotion and determined to when I kept refusing it."

Your eyes look to his back seeing sometime during your moment of silence, he took his hoodie off. Setting it aside on his desk, letting you get a clear look of what he wore beneath, and coming to recognize the said shirt he talked about. It was two years old, and he still wore it. It has faded in color, and you can see some light stitches too.. but he still kept it.

"Looking— looking into your eyes, I-" He shifted on his feet a bit, a hand coming to fiddle with his hoodie he placed on the desk. Gripping the strings and twiddling it between his fingers. "This sounds cheesy— I, felt something. Something I didn't think I ever would, really."

Gripping the hood, he tugged it to his chest. A thing he does to feel safe and at ease. Muttering a few low sentences to himself, to keep going with his confession.

"And, the past couple of weeks, days. Seeing you, yes. Yes I was happy. I still am, don't get me wrong! It's that, you were spending most of your time with Tim. I know, I know he's also your best friend. I know that but I just—"

You stood, slowly making your way to Brian. Gently placing a hand on his forearm. He react by turning his attention to you, looking between both your eyes, before landing on the hand you had on him.

"...I didn't like it."

Your brain, having heard that, finally clicked in realization. The way he's been avoiding, ignoring you. The way he has acted a bit the few times he did come out, seeming annoyed and out of it.

Retracting your hand back to your side, you walked around completely in front of him. Before speaking up, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

"Brian," He still didn't look up, "are you jealous?"

His shoe began tapping fast against the carpeted flooring, hands squeezing at his hoody. Biting his lip, blue peepers looking over at the pictures he hung up on the wall, but not really taking in what they displayed.

Silence.

And then a defeated sigh.

"Yes." He gently grabbed your wrist, discarding his hoodie on the floor, turning to you. Hands gliding down to cup into your own. His eyes glued to his actions, still not wanting to meet yours, in case he saw something he didn't want to. "Yes, I'm jealous.

"I was jealous when you danced around the other night, like it was only you two. I was jealous when you burnt those poor gingerbread men. I was jealous, and hurt I wasn't being noticed as much. So I just— distance myself. And I did this in hopes of getting away from the pain— but it just..."

He scooted closer, both your interlaced hands falling to the side. His body bending over, setting his head to lay in the crook of your neck.

"It just made you upset with me, and that's worse than feeling ignored. I don't want you to ever hate me, or be angry over something stupid of my doing."

You let go of his hand, instead sliding your arms to hook around his neck. Leaning against him just as he did you. Both of your hearts thumping fast and loud against your rib ages, audible when silence falls over.

"I'm sorry." He squeezed you tighter. "I'm sorry. For how I acted, for keeping this bottled up, for upsetting you— and for not telling you something I've been needing to for so long.."

Breath hitching lightly, waiting for his secret to spill. You tap the nape of his neck, signaling you're listening.

It was quiet again.

God you hated the silence so much right now.

But when he spoke those words. Those words you've been dying to hear. It was like a rumbling of lava spewed directly to your heart, hammering it as warmth spread from the bridge of your nose, leaking over your cheeks. Brightening the tips of your ears, and shooting butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

Your arms tightened.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

A gentle smile made way to your lips, the feeling of ever hot and happiness going tenfold.

Pulling back, you look into his blue hues, seeing every emotion of pure adoration, love he had for you. Seeing them shine through more when he processed the look of glee swimming over your features.

Both of you leaned in, lips hovering before being planted upon one another. Feeling them mold, and fit perfectly. A push and shove, but never once going beyond the need to of longing. A kiss to show both of their true emotions, pulling back some to replant and renew the love between them.

Brian's arms looked around you waist, fingers drawing hearts into your side.

Finally pulling back once more for much needed air, your gaze fell to Brian's emotion packed pools. A gentle smile making way to the both of you.

"I love you too, Brian."

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Tim sat in his car, driving.

No music, no podcast playing.

Just silence for him.

His mind replaying the conversation he heard just moments earlier over and over.

A nonstop continuation, as he could barely focus on the road.

Everything just seemed to blur, all the blues and greens, dripping into the black and yellow pavement road. The railings on the side coming in and out of view, as tears built up and threatened to spill over the side.

Could you blame him though?

He just heard the person he loves say she loves another man. That man being his friend.

He had went over to check on Brian, to see if he could try and gain more information on why he acted how he does right now. Opening the door, just to hear a commotion going on down the hall.

Hearing both of their voices argue with one another, he came close to opening the door to see what was going on. Until it had gone silent.

And he stood there, for the remainder of their talk.

Hearing the stories of when Brian fell for you, when he got jealous, and even through the both of y'alls confessions.

He left, not wanting to hear anything. Or before he got caught intruding too.

He tried to wipe away the tears, noticing how some fell during another relapse of the scene.

"Dammit.." He muttered, "Dammit. Dammit!"

A shaky hand was taken off the wheel, opening the glove department on the passengers side. Throwing things out and aside, desperately looking for his pack of cigarettes. A couple torn pages being thrown out, representing those of a scary kids drawing.

Gloves came next, stained and need of a wash, "Dammit where are they?" His eyes flickered between the road and the mess.

His eyes drilled upon seeing something he hated the most.

Forgetting he was driving.

Forgetting to stay in his lane.

Only remembering your confession.

While staring at the white mask, plastered in dried red specks.

A horn broke him loose, just to look up in time.

A quick sharp turn of the wheel, made him miss the car.

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But it didn't stop him from breaking through the metal railing. Car rolling fast down the steep, edged hill. Before slamming through the freezing over lake. Ice breaking instantly, cracks spreading all around. Water submerging in the open windows, quickly seeping into the vehicle.

As he sunk deeper and deeper.

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A/N:
don't hate me
It's what I do
Hope you loved it
:)
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