#tyrus fluff

[ivestas]

Can I request some gus fluff or atleast hurt/comfort?? if you could, maybe do a part 2 to this?

the broken hornet nest

Part one: LINK 

Summary: You’re told to drive Fring back to his house. 

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: spoilers for BCS s6 (entirety), very mild canon divergence, yet another mental breakdown(?) 

Note: anon, I propose to you something even better; a hurt/comfort part 2 of that fic??? jhehehehhehe i think thats a good idea 

It was evening time.

“You think they killed him..?” Victor muttered to Tyrus, whose face remained contemplative—then again, he always looked contemplative and calm. “There’s no way they’d believe Hector? Right?” 

Tyrus exhaled, almost bored. “Who knows?” He shook his head. “Probably not, though. Hector doesn’t have anything. Lalo’s buried, and so are the cameras and shit.”

“Mm.” Victor seemed unsatisfied with the answer. He opened his mouth but clamped it the moment a car appeared from a distance. 

Its lights blinked, and it only took you a second longer to realize that wasn’t just any car, but Gustavo’s. 

Suddenly, the silent buzzing of your brain erupted in noise. 

But, you were conscious of how your body presented itself; masking a face of calm, you waited as the car drew forth into the lot of the chicken house.  The same one that his lackeys and he had forced you and Nacho into submission, to join. 

“You took what I wanted, and now, your lives are mine and mine alone.” The venom in Gustavo’s voice was unfamiliar but commanding, and it stuck fear into you—not for death, no. 

But him. 

He had stared at you for a moment too long, and when you looked into his eyes, an abyss of dark and fire reflected back. There was no kindred brush of humanity—this was not a man, but a being bundled together by blood-laden promises. 

Someone called your name.

Your head snapped up, and it was Mike who stood there. 

Mike was looking at you strangely, but his voice betrayed nothing; “Mr. Fring needs you to drive him home. He drank.” 

You saw that the car was neatly parked, and in the passenger seat, you could make out the vague silhouette of Gustavo. 

“Victor’s gonna drive your car back home,” he said. 

Ah. That’s why he and Tyrus were in your car..?

Why’d you not notice that sooner? 

“Just go, kid. He’s waiting.” 

You nod. 

Briskly, you walk past him and pause for only a second to see Victor drive your car off before slipping into the driver’s seat of Gustavo’s car. 

There was a hesitance that dictated your movements, making them a little jerkier than what you wanted, a little obvious. 

When you sat, you acknowledged Gustavo with a nod, quick to secure the seatbelt. “Hello, sir.”

He looked at you. “Hello.” 

And, like a nervous schoolgirl, you averted your gaze and set your hands on the steering wheel. 

You were hyperaware of every move, and you hated it, fuck—your breathing felt too loud, your face too fucking warm, and your heart?—God, he could hear it, couldn’t he?—

A deep chuckle paused your swirl of thoughts. 

“I don’t bite, you know,” Gustavo said. “No need to be so nervous.” 

You breathe, your knuckles whitening as you clutched the steering wheel and carefully turned it. “I’m sorry.” Guilt pressed against the back of your neck like the blade of a guillotine.

“Don’t be. I understand.” Warmth lined his words. 

“I’m forced to work with the man that killed him, just the way you are.”

Your foot pressed a little harder on the gas than you intended, shooting the car into the road. 

God, having him this close was madness—memories of Nacho, and then of Gustavo, they all slam against each other, hurling you farther and farther down an unclimbable pit. 

Self-hatred was what it has evolved to; you did well at pretending everything was normal and well back at home. Back where his presence didn’t burn you. Back where you could shove away memories of that night—

“I’m glad, because I feel the same.”

You nearly choked on the air. 

A part of you begged to turn away and hole out those sinful thoughts, each slathered in feelings of betrayal—Gustavo, Gustavo, Gustavo—

Nacho, forgive me.

Please, forgive me? Please? 

But that was merciful. Forgiveness, for you? You’re too far gone. Atonement came in blood, but you didn’t have the fucking heart.

“Something’s tearing you apart, isn’t it?” 

Again, your brain froze at the sound of his voice, pushing everything to a halt. 

But guilt lingered. 

“I…” Should you be honest? Or lie? Was there a ‘right’ to this? What do you even do?

“Just talk.” His words were gentle. “Say anything.” 

Your breath shakily. “Could we, maybe, park the car somewhere? I can’t—I might—”

“Yes. Just pull over here.” 

‘Here’ being the open desert field with nothing in sight. 

You didn’t care though. You were more than eager to pull over to buy time—time for what, you weren’t sure at all. 

But when you stumbled out of the car, you shut the door and lean against it for a second. Your body was actively working against you, sucking out all energy you possessed and leaving you heaving with unbreakable thoughts—and those thoughts compounding to hit your skull. It almost made you feverish, and the answer to why was there—

—just as that answer is the same antidote to your slow, proverbial destruction. 

The crunch of gravel makes your head turn, and you saw that Gustavo was approaching your side of the car. 

He, however, didn’t say anything, nor seemed irritated at your state; he quietly slid by your side, standing still and staring at the shadowed landscape. 

He only said one word: “Talk.” 

You hated how easy it was to follow that command—and you loathed the underlying flutter of comfort that shot through you, a warmth that washed the guilt away like water over a wound. 

“I… you said that you still worked with the same people that killed your brother.” 

He turned his head to you and nodded. 

It was hard to hold his gaze, but you did so. 

“Then, do you feel guilty? Because you’re working with them?” 

“No,” he smiled. “Because I plan to toss them away like stones.” 

“Oh.” 

You stare at the ground. When you spoke, your voice was small—almost pathetic. “I don’t think I’ll be able to function much longer. I—fuck, it’s hard to put into words, but…”

The words were scary, but you said them anyway. “But I feel as though he’ll never forgive me. As if, the longer I, uh, humor what’s between us, he’ll hate me more and more.”

The words became harder, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but freeze. Speaking so openly—it felt wrong. Especially to Gustavo Fring, of all people. 

But, strangely, it felt right at the same time. As if he were the only person in the world who could properly understand—or, perhaps, the only person you could…

Trust? 

“Sir?” 

“Just call me Gustavo—” 

“Could you tell me something? Please?” 

Now you looked at him, and what you saw was a dilemma. 

Betrayal, or atonement.

“If I trusted you, what would you do?” You fully turned to him. You decide. “If I gave you my complete and undying faith, what would happen?” Would I come to regret it? Or regret not doing so sooner? 

Gustavo regarded you with a strange expression, one you couldn’t decipher at all. 

But you just stood there, watching his face, watching emotion flash like a film reel—each emotion as unreadable as the next. 

And then, he extended an open hand, palm upward. 

“I would cherish that trust,” he said quietly. “As though it were my own soul.” 

In his eyes, at that moment, you knew what he said was no lie. It was truth, illuminated in the moon’s gentle light that cradled Gustavo’s face. 

You set your hand on his. Then, with your other hand, you hesitantly set it on the back of his. You glance at him. 

He smiled warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“You’re mine,” you whispered. 

His smile grew. “I always was.” 

[slxsherwriter]

Hello and welcome to my depraved little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of slasher and horror characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Who I write for:

Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Billy Loomis

Rusty Nail

Eric Newlon

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Stu Macher

Jedidiah Sawyer

Ethan Landry

Mickey Altieri

Tex Sawyer

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

John Ryder

Leslie Vernon

Ethan Belfrage

Dr. Richard Sommers

Lawrence O'Neill

Lawrence Gordon

Robert Englund characters

Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)

Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)

Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)

Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)

Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)

Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)

Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)

Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)

Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)

Scratch Monahan (Windfall)

Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)

Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)

Costas Mandylor characters

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

The Warden (Death Count)

John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)

Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)

Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)

Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)

Jim (Blackout)

Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)

Stephan Lang characters

Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)

The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)

Miles Quartich (Avatar)

Fred Parras (VFW)

Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)

John Korver(Gridlocked)

Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)

Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)

Richard Brake characters

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Doom-head (31)

Dean Portman (Doom)

Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)

William Colcott (The Gates)

Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)

Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)

Bill Moseley characters

Otis Driftwood

Luigi Largo (Repo)

Darryl (Old 37)

Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)

Frank (Fair Game)

Doc (Shed of the Dead)

Zach Garrett (Halloween)

Jake Spooler (The Practice)

Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)

Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)

Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)

Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)

Bruce (Boar)

Jacob Sutter (The Horde)

Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)

Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)

[dragonsareawesome123]

Bad Buddy for 001, Tyrus for 002, and Tin for 003!

Bad Buddy

Favorite character: Pat, Pran, Ink, Pa Least Favorite character: Ming 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Patpran, Inkpa...hm, I guess that's about it Character I find most attractive: They are all so good looking Character I would marry: Ink Character I would be best friends with: Pa or Pat or Pran or Ink a random thought: God, I'm so happy we are gonna have special eps for both Inkpa and Patpran. It's what they deserve. An unpopular opinion: Uh, not sure I have one. My Canon OTP: Patpran My Non-canon OTP: Don't really have a non canon ship that I really ship but I do find Waikorn amusing. Most Badass Character: Ink Most Epic Villain: Don't have one Pairing I am not a fan of: I guess shipping Ink with Pat and Pran but idk if anyone actually ships that Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): I don't think they messed up any of the characters Favourite Friendship: Pat and Ink Character I most identify with: Pran Character I wish I could be: Ink

Tyrus

When I started shipping them: Not sure, maybe at the end of Season 2 because that's when I started to be really active in the Andi Mack fandom. My thoughts: One of my fave ships of all time. I just love them so much <3 What makes me happy about them: They just love and care for each other so much. They also never give up on each other. What makes me sad about them: That we never really got to see them date as official boyfriends Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I haven't read much Tyrus fanfic so idk Things I look for in fanfic: Mainly just cute fluff My wishlist: I hope they are living their best lives together right now Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Obviously Cyrus and Marty. Carty endgame real 😌😌😌 /j My happily ever after for them: They already got it with getting together at Andi's party.

Tin

How I feel about this character: My cringefail bisexual loser king <3 Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Tol My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: His friendship with Sing My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't really have one One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I kind of wish we got to see Tin and Tol's friends react to them officially getting together at the end of the show bc from their perspective, Tin and Tol having such a deep connection after seemingly only knowing each other for a few days must've seemed so strange. I get why they didn't though bc ending the show at the clock tower was such a good way to bookend it. Favorite friendship for this character: Sing My crossover ship: Idk if I have one

[hikarikurai24587]

Decided to work on some concept art of the main villain of Ralkos: Into the Unknown. This is Tyrus, nothing finalized yet, I wanted to play around with his wings a little. Didn’t plan his clothes out in this one but wanted to keep him clothed so this is what he got.

A little bit about Tyrus’ design. Inspired by quite a few things, this one leans a little more into the Valentino and moths side of things so I’m a little unsure about it. Hmmm, well I’ve got two more design phases after this before I make my decision. Still love the fluff though.

[ao3feed-tyrus]

Please Don't Judge Me

by disneyswiftie

"Can I talk to you guys for a minute?"

…

"Sweetheart, tell us what's going on."

"Uh- I- um..."

…

Little did I know that opening my mouth would be the worst mistake of my life.

-

(A songfic loosely based on the unreleased song "Please Don't Judge Me" by Connie Talbot.)

Words: 5401, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 35 of Tyrus Oneshots

Fandoms: Andi Mack (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Cyrus Goodman, Leslie Goodman, Norman Goodman, T. J. Kippen, T. J. Kippen's Mother, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Cyrus Goodman/T. J. Kippen

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - High School, No Good Hair Crew, no Andi Mack, no Buffy Driscoll, no Jonah Beck, Homophobia, Mentions of conversion therapy, Arguing, Crying, Fainting (in a dream), dehydration (in a dream), Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Coming Out, Mutual Pining, Smitten T. J. Kippen, Smitten Cyrus Goodman, Sad Cyrus Goodman, Cyrus Goodman Needs a Hug, T. J. Kippen has good parents, Cyrus Goodman's parents are downright awful in this, Confessions, Getting Together, Holding Hands, Fluffy Ending, light fluff, Songfic, Song: Please Don't Judge Me (Connie Talbot), Anxious Cyrus Goodman, Insecurity, Self-Esteem Issues

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[amberfall]

Hot take: detention is tyrus first official date

[randomsmilingpotatoes]

Things TJ and Cyrus Do As Boyfriends

(just random cute things that are probably all [entirely unintentionally] inspired by fanfics but i wanted to make a list lol)

watch literally any genre of movie from romances to documentaries and actions to comedies

play video games; they’re both good at different games so they surprise each other with their skills and thrash the other one before teaching each other how to improve

have cute picnic dates in the park where they alternate between who prepares the food and surprises the other with their spread

study dates where cyrus has to force tj to focus but sometimes he gives in and they get distracted kissing and talking

cyrus takes tj clothes shopping to help him buy a nice shirt

tj takes cyrus to the museum to watch him be cute and look at dinosaurs but it ends up being cyrus watching tj be cute and look at everything because he becomes fascinated with the history

so tj ends up taking cyrus to an aquarium so he can watch him be cute and look at fish and buy him something from the gift shop

double dates with buffy and marty

always cheering on buffy’s team together

walking through the park together when tj randomly picks up cyrus and runs to make cyrus squeal with excitement

tj goes to a big jewish family event and cyrus is worried about officially introducing him as his boyfriend but tj is so charming that it goes really well and they invite tj to everything after that and ask cyrus about him all the time

tj discovers that andi and buffy started referring to them as tyrus and starts saying it all the time himself

making faces at each other across the room in class and then tj does a flirty wink and cyrus goes red but smiles and raises one eyebrow which gets tj told off by the teacher for grinning too much in class

they both pretend to forget their anniversary but then it turns out have both planned elaborate surprises

cyrus isn’t too keen on going to the beach but tj encourages him and it ends up being one of their favourite dates ever

they make sure to do couples costumes at every opportunity from now on except they get ready together so that no kira incident happens again

prom comes up in high school and cyrus doesn’t think tj would feel comfortable going with him but then tj does one of the cheesiest but cutest promposals ever

tj comes to pick him up on the night and they have a typical cinderella moment where tj gets a little choked up seeing cyrus in a suit even tho he has multiple times before

cyrus gets extremely stressed before going to tj’s house for dinner with his family the first time but tj holds him and reassures him and cyrus ends up having heaps of fun though he still relays everything to andi and buffy afterwards to make sure he didn’t embarrass himself too much and can actually go again

cyrus stopping in to tj’s work and joining in sometimes as a student with the kids and sometimes as the worker with tj

cyrus, tj and buffy trio hanging out

tj becoming so comfortable with his sexuality and proud of his relationship that even homophobes have nothing to say to them

cyrus discovering that tj has nothing but rap music on his phone so he starts sending him a variety songs to listen to and tj downloads them all and listens to them constantly

as a result of this, he decides they will have an impromptu dance party in which they dance and laugh their heads off like the adorable idiots they are

everywhere they go, cyrus knows exactly what he will order but tj makes a point of trying something new every time to the point that he starts having the most random customized orders; as a result cyrus doesn’t know if he’s more embarrassed or more in love

cyrus finds it weird that tj suddenly becomes close with andi but it turns out shes helping him make a gift for cyrus in andi shack

after this tho they hang out all the time and cyrus ends up receiving a lot of bracelets which he in turn goes and makes for tj as well

cyrus comes up behind tj and knocks his basketball from under his arm every time he meets him at the basketball court. tj starts to expect this but doesnt stop him bc he finds it so cute that cyrus gets so proud of himself every time; instead he teasingly chases after him and hugs him from behind before stealing his ball back with a loving grin

they forget to take photos together half the time because they have so much fun but every single photo they take becomes a new favourite that they both look at all the time

sometimes they just lie together talking about everything and they completely lose track of time because it’s just pure bliss

whenever they watch something on the tv tj purposely does the whole yawning-and-putting-an-arm-around-cyrus thing and cyrus just smiles and nestles into position with his head on tj’s chest and tj kisses cyrus softly on the head before hitting play

theyre just so cute i could go on forever

[fearofflamingos]

Cyrus: I’m gay.

Tj: okay?

Cyrus: you’re not surprised?

Tj:

Cyrus:

Tj: I’m bad at math not at having common fucking sense

[sandcrdriesens]

For the prompts list: Tyrus, under the stars and first kiss maybe? Also, I love your writing style!

ahh i hope i did my babes justice !! n thank you so much darlin ! 🦋🧚‍♀️🧸🥺

Listen, it’s not like TJ was meaning to scare himself to death with the thought of kissin’ his boyfriend, but he was.

It’s been four weeks since the ‘Bench Incident’, or so the Good Hair Club fondly calls it, and they’ve been officially boyfriends ever since! Yet, they still haven’t kissed.

There’s been a coupla moments were either of ‘em coulda make their move, like the time they were at the movies ‘n’ Cyrus kept starin’ at TJ instead of the movie. Or the time where TJ won a basketball game ‘n’ they both hugged each other, only to pull away ‘n’ stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

All in all, they really really like each other. So that’s why TJ is plannin’ to make his move, today.

Cyrus has invited TJ to watch the stars in his backyard. If TJ’ll be honest, his heart flipped over a million times when he asked, ‘n’ it was obvious that Cyrus was nervous. But both boys couldn’t be more happy.

TJ fixes his jacket ‘n’ wipes his sweaty palms against his jeans, and exhales nervously. It’ll be fine, he tells himself. You’re only going on the fifth date.

To TJ’s surprise, it’s Cyrus’ mom that opens the door. And if TJ isn’t super duper nervous already, he’s even more nervous now. He hasn’t met Cyrus’ parents, if you count runnin’ into them briefly as they both ran up the stairs.

“Ah, you must be TJ! Hello! I’m Leslie,” His mom says brightly, with a warm smile on her face. He can see how much Cyrus looks like her, makin’ him smile back.

”Yup, that’s me! Cyrus is here, right?” He gets up on his tippy toes to peep through the door.

Leslie nods, ‘n’ she turns around to call her son down, “Cyrus! Your boyfriend’s here!”

TJ’s slightly freckled face blushes at that, as he clears his throat outta embarrassment.

Cyrus comes clamberin’ down the stairs, almost slippin’ on the stairs, “Woah!” He giggles. TJ’s heart soars as per usual.

Cyrus grins so hard, he’s worried his face might ache, “Hiya Teej! Mind if I steal him, mom?”

This makes Leslie roll her eyes fondly, “Go ahead, nice meetin’ you TJ!”

Next thing TJ knows, is he’s bein’ grabbed by Cyrus out to the backyard, “you too Mrs. Goodman!” He calls out cheerily.

Cyrus leads his boyfriend to the tent he has set up, inside there’s a teeny grill with s’mores on it which makes TJ grin. “Sorry it’s.. not that much, I hope you like it.”

”Underdog, it’s everythin’, I love it,” TJ says happily, which makes Cyrus exhale a breath he didn’t even know he was holdin’.

Cyrus kisses TJ’s cheek, before lyin’ down on a blanket laid out on the floor.

TJ lies down beside him ‘n’ smiles in awe of the pretty boy beside him, ‘n’ the twinkly stars above him, “It’s beautiful,” he says, not sure whether himself is talkin’ ‘bout the stars or Cyrus.

“It truly is, wanna s’more?” His boyfriend says, handin’ one to him when TJ nods.

After a coupla moments of comfortable silence, Cyrus perks up, “Can I ask you a question?”

TJ nods in response, he can’t speak as his mouth is fulla marshmallowy, chocolatey goodness. ”Why haven’t you kissed me?” The smaller boy squeaks out.

This makes TJ nearly choke, “Uh, I’m just.. worried you’ll regret it.”

“Wait really?” TJ nods nervously. “I’m worried that you’ll regret it. I’ve only ever kissed one person ‘n’ it was horrible! But.. I really, really wanna kiss you.”

TJ turn’s around more to face Cyrus ‘n’ whispers so quietly you could prob’bly hear a pin drop, “Then kiss me.”

So he does. He slowly places one hand on TJ’s shoulder, ‘n’ anotha on his cheek softly, ‘n’ kisses him gently. ‘N’ it’s messy, yet somehow so perfect. It’s them.

“That was.. really fuckin’ good,” TJ says so adorably, what’s Cyrus ‘posed to do? Not kiss him? ‘Cause he does, again.

[dancedance-resolution]

a fluffy cats movie tyrus fic no one asked for

“Do you trust me?” Cyrus said.

“That’s a weird way to start off brunch,” TJ responded, smiling at his boyfriend. The Spoon bustled around him, brightened by the Sunday morning sunshine.

“Okay but like, do you?”

“Yes?”

“Perfect,” Cyrus said, a mischievous grin on his face.

 ---

 “I would like two tickets for Cats please.”

“Oh my god! No you are not!”

“That will be $16.77,” the woman responded dryly, unphased by the boys’ banter.

“Cyrus! You are not seriously taking me to see the Cats movie!”

“You said you trusted me!”

“I didn’t think you had something like this in you!”

“Well, I have the tickets in my hand now; there’s no turning back.” Cyrus grabbed TJ’s hand, giggling as he pulled him into the theatre.

---

“Three things have happened so far during this movie,” TJ started.

“Shhh! You’re interrupting this cinematic masterpiece!”

“Cats have forever been ruined for me. I lost the majority of my respect for Taylor Swift—”

“How dare you say that!”

“—and I learned that you look really cute when your face is outlined by the dim light of the movie screen.”

Cyrus could barely make out a blush on TJ’s face. “So, are you willing to agree that it was a good idea to come here with me?”

“To come here, no, but to be with you, yes.”

“I’ll take that,” Cyrus said, grinning.

[hufflepuffsarethebest]

Tyrus - Karaoke Night

Okay, so I was listening to Avril Lavigne's Smile today, and all I could think of was how perfectly it describes Tj's feelings towards Cyrus. So I got ballsy and decided to right a little one shot about it. Now, mind you, I hardly ever write, so this could be straight up shit, and I would have no idea. So please bare with me and let me know what you think, even though this is probably the only time I'm ever posting fanfiction. Also for the sake of this fic, let's all pretend the song lyrics are clean. Anyway, here it is.

Andi texted the GHC + Jonah to meet up at The Spoon for an afternoon snack, saying she had some news she wanted to tell them.

"So" Buffy started, after ordering the baby taters "What are the news you have for us?"

"Well, my dad had an idea to draw people's attention to The Red Rooster, and it is AWESOME!" Andi explained, barely containing her wide grin.

"What is it?" Jonah asked.

"Karaoke night!" Andi's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

"I love karaoke!" Cyrus' eyes began to sparkle too.

"That is such a great idea!" Buffy agreed.

"I know! It's gonna be this Friday at 9pm sharp. We could all go together and maybe even sing a song, all of us!" Andi was super into the idea of singing an iconic song with her friends, perhaps the F.R.I.E.N.D.S theme song, it would be legendary.

"I'm there!" Jonah said, with his classic happy expression.

"Me too!" Both Buffy and Cyrus answered, just as excited.

"Hum, Andi?" Cyrus looked down at the baby taters and then up to face Andi, but she didn't even give him a chance to speak.

"Of course you can, Cyrus." She winked at him reassuringly. And Cyrus shot her a gratefull smile.

The week flew by, and Friday finally came. The GHC + Jonah went together to The Red Rooster.

"Hey, you all made it!" Bowie greeted them warmly and signed them up to enter.

A lot of Shadysiders showed up for the event, given that it was one they weren't exactly used to having. But it was a fun way to spend Friday night, and it really showed. Cyrus kept looking at his watch, it marked 8.50pm.

"He'll be here, don't worry." Buffy put her arm around Cyrus and squeezed him into a side hug. Cyrus nodded and took a deep breath.

9pm came and Bowie announced the first singers in line. 10pm came and it was finally time to get up on stage.

"Next, we have Andi Mack, Buffy Driscoll, Cyrus Goodman and Jonah Beck. Give it up for them!"

They got up on stage and everyone applauded. As the F.R.I.E.N.D.S theme song began to play, the GHC + Jonah started dancing along and grabbing their mics. The crowd appeared to be fans as well, as they clapped along to the tune.

As the song was closing in on the end, Tj entered The Red Rooster, and Bowie signed him up. He sat on a chair and observed the show Cyrus and his friends were giving, clapping along to the song they were singing. The moment Cyrus locked eyes with him, his entire face lit up and his heart rate fastened. When the song ended, everyone in the audience stood up and applauded, whistling and cheering the group, Tj included. Cyrus lightly blushed when he noticed. He got out of the stage with the others and went to greet Tj.

"Hey, you made it." Cyrus gave Tj a 'bro hug'.

"Sorry, I couldn't come sooner." Tj said.

"It's okay, you still got to see a bit of our song!" Cyrus was just glad Tj showed up at all.

"Yeah, you guys were awesome! Great choice for a group performance, I gotta say."

"Thanks, Tj." Andi smiled at him "So, are you gonna be singing too?"

"Actually, yeah I am!"

"Oooooh, what are you gonna be singing?" Buffy teased.

"Not telling." Tj smirked.

"Alright then, keep your secrets." Buffy rolled her eyes, and they all went to sit down together.

Tj and Cyrus sat together and talked for most of the time, when they weren't singing along to a song they knew. Finally, the time had come for Tj to go up on stage.

"Next up, we have Tj Kippen, a warm welcome for him." Bowie introduced Tj and the crowd cheered, Cyrus cheered the loudest, of course.

Tj grabbed the mic, and Avril Lavigne's 'Smile' began to play. Needless to say the GHC + Jonah's jaws dropped to the floor. They exchanged surprised glances between them, that was unexpected.

What was also unexpected was Tj's singing voice, so melodious, so in tune, so perfect thought Cyrus.

You said hey

What's your name

It took one look

And now I'm not the same

Yeah you said hey

And since that day

You stole my heart

And you're the one to blame

As Tj sang he kept his eyes fixed on Cyrus, the whole time. And Cyrus' heart rate just kept getting faster and faster and for a moment he thought his heart was gonna straight up jump through his chest.

And as Tj sang the last verse, he got off the stage and walked over to where Cyrus was sitting, and crotched down to be at his height.

The reason why

I, I, I,

I smile, oh oh oh

When he finished, Cyrus shed a single tear and smiled at him. Tj took it as a sign and kissed him softly but surely. Cyrus kissed him back, his heart bursting with joy. Jonah felt happy for his friend finally getting together with his crush, he smiled fondly whilst Buffy and Andi sobbed their eyes out, appreciating the effort Tj put into his confession.

Everyone cheered them on. And as they pulled appart, Cyrus hugged Tj.

"You're the reason I smile too, Tj."

I sincerely hope that wasn't shit. Love y'all,

M.

[thirteen-beaxhes]

So What’s the Question? (Tyrus One Shot)

Summary: Cyrus is in a flight, losing his mind to boredom. That is, until, the cute boy next to him falls asleep on his shoulder. (A fic based on the 36 questions to fall in love)

Words: 9015

(Long note at the end so fair warning)

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As Cyrus rolled his head around, trying to combat his stiff neck, he was starting to remember why he wasn’t particularly fond of flights. The long hours, the too-cold air conditioning, the closed space, the cramped seats, he could have gone on forever. And it had only been 30 minutes since take off.

Cyrus groaned inwardly, glad of only one thing, as he looked out the small airplane window at the clouds below. There weren’t that many people in the flight that day, and there was only one other person in his row. A boy with blonde hair who was wearing a grey camo hoodie was fast asleep on the seat next to him. That sight hit him with a twinge of jealousy. He wished he to could sleep away the flight. Instead, he was cursed with staying awake for another 2 hours until he was back home. Oh wait, Cyrus realised. There was an hour drive from the airport after that. Cyrus hit his head against the back of the seat.

Well, might as well listen to some music and read those articles you saved. Cyrus sighed and reached into his bag, pulling out earphones and plugging them into his phone, clicking on Marina’s new album. He could use some pop beats as he scoured his phone for the articles he had saved for the flight. The synth and piano sound echoed through Cyrus’ head as he clicked on one that read ‘To Fall in Love with Anyone, Do This’. Huh, why had he saved that? Didn’t seem like him, Cyrus thought but then remembered the premise. Apparently, a psychologist Arthur Aron had done an experiment whereby 2 complete strangers fell in love after asking each other 36 questions.

Pretty impossible. Like that could happen.

Cyrus opened the article and started reading. He got quite absorbed in the article, the initial experiment being intriguing and the anecdote that followed equally so.  He was so engrossed that he grew oblivious to his surroundings, just waving away the air hostesses politely when they asked him if he needed anything.

He was oblivious, that is, until he felt a weight fall on his shoulder.

Cyrus froze, almost dropping his phone. Slowly, he turned his head to look at his shoulder, brushing against blonde hair.

Oh.

The boy next to him was so deep in sleep that unknowingly, he must have rested his head on Cyrus’ shoulder for some form of support. And Cyrus didn’t really blame him. Airplane seats are uncomfortable.

Cyrus felt weird looking at the sleeping boy, but he couldn’t help it. He was so close, and he smelled really good. Wow, that was creepy. Cyrus just kept looking at him, realising to his surprise and his rising heart rate. He had freckles. Oh lord. Sound the alarm.

Cyrus tried to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake up the cute boy. But of course, fate was not on his side. Cyrus moved slightly to adjust his posture, but that ended up disturbing the boy, leading to his blinking around groggily.

“What?” the boy asked, his voice low and deep. He looked around until he made eye contact with Cyrus. Realising the lack of space between them, he soon realised what had happened, his eyes going wide with horror.

“Oh my god, I slept on your shoulder, didn’t I? I am so sorry,” the boy said, moving back, much to Cyrus’ disappointment.

“No, no. It’s okay,” Cyrus said, trying to reassure the boy. “I don’t really care.”

However, the boy moved away, running his hand through his hair. His face had gone red as he avoided looking in Cyrus’ eyes, clearly flustered. Cyrus also felt his cheeks grow warm, but a smirk played at his lips looking at the boy. He’s interesting when he’s flustered.

Focus.

Cyrus cleared his throat and, to try and get the boy to stop freaking out, he grabbed his hand. The boy instantly went quiet, looking up at Cyrus nervously. Cyrus took a breath, perplexed by why he suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Maybe cuz he was holding the hand of an insanely attractive boy. But that’s just a suggestion.

“It’s okay,” Cyrus said softly, giving the boy’s hand a light squeeze. “You were asleep. Besides, I didn’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” the boy asked nervously.

Cyrus nodded, letting go of his hand. He didn’t want to, but he reminded himself that this was literally the first time that they had spoken. Besides, the longer he held his hand, the more Cyrus began planning their wedding. Wait, what?

Then the boy gave Cyrus a small smile, and he could feel his heart melt into a puddle. He held out a hand to Cyrus.

“I’m TJ.”

Cyrus returned the smile and the handshake. “Cyrus.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while as Cyrus put away his earphones, having a feeling that he wasn’t going to be needing them for the rest of the flight. As he bent down to put them away, he felt TJ tap lightly on his shoulder.

“Is that a pride pin?” he asked curiously.

Cyrus looked down to where TJ was pointing, at the rainbow pin on his denim jacket. He gave a soft laugh, holding up that part of his denim jacket. “Yeah it is.”

“Good to know you’re a supporter.”

“Well, that’s kinda a given considering I’m gay,” Cyrus said nonchalantly. It had taken a while, but Cyrus was now at the point where he was incredibly comfortable in and proud of who he was. He no longer felt too much fear at coming out. But now, with TJ, he did feel a bit nervous.

TJ looked surprised, his eyes going wide. “Oh. Oh! Okay, wow. Cool, um. That’s great.”

“Is that a problem?” Cyrus asked worriedly, rethinking all his life choices.

“What? No no no. Not at all,” TJ said, hurriedly correcting himself. “I’m gay too!”

“Oh!” Cyrus exclaimed, ignoring his heart dancing around. “Me too!”

Cyrus didn’t realise what he had said until he saw TJ’s face morph into one of confusion and amusement. “I already said that, didn’t I?”

“Maybe,” TJ said, laughing. Cyrus shoved him by the shoulder, trying to fight the growing smile on his face.

Silence fell between them again, this time slightly awkward. Cyrus rubbed his hands together, unsure of what to do. He risked sneaking a glance at TJ, only to catch him already looking at Cyrus. They both looked away, blushes creeping onto their cheeks.

“So,” TJ said, drawing the word out. “What were you reading?”

Cyrus looked at him in confusion until he looked down at his phone and realised what TJ meant. “Oh! Just an article.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” Cyrus said, unsure of how TJ would take it. “It’s called ‘To Fall in Love with Anyone, Do This’.”

“Ooh, a romantic are we?” TJ teased, smirking.

“No,” Cyrus said indignantly. “I am just intrigued by the process.”

“What’s the process?”

“Apparently, if you exchange answers to a certain 36 questions, and then stare into each other’s eyes for 4 minutes straight, you can fall in love with a complete stranger.”

TJ raised his eyebrows with a lack of any belief.

“I know, weird right? But apparently, it worked for people.”

“Really?” TJ asked incredulously.

Cyrus just nodded, shrugging. He bent down to pick up his earphones that he had forgotten to put away when TJ asked him about the pin. When he looked back up, TJ was deep in thought.

Weird, Cyrus thought to himself as he looked at TJ, who was looking off into space. I’ve only spoken to him for coming up on 15 minutes and I already feel like I know him.

TJ was silent for a while, leaving Cyrus to just awkwardly stare out of the window, unsure of if he should say anything. An air hostess walked by, glancing towards the two boys with a smile.

“Can I get you two anything?” she asked warmly.

“Could I get a soda?” Cyrus asked. Then he turned towards TJ, tapping him on the shoulder. TJ seemed to come out of his trance.

“You want anything, TJ?”

“What? Uh no, thank you,” TJ said, smiling briefly at the hostess.

“Whatcha thinking ‘bout?” Cyrus asked, resting his elbow on the seat, his head on his hand.

“We should try it,” TJ said, looking at Cyrus.

“Try what? Soda?” Cyrus asked, laughing.

“No, I mean. We should try what that article says,”

Cyrus looked at TJ, smiling in amusement. However, as he saw the unreadable expression on TJ’s face, his smile fell.

“Wait. You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” TJ said, shrugging slightly.

“Why?” Cyrus asked, confused.

“Well, it’s not like there is much to do on this flight. Plus, we’re going on about how it can’t be possible. So let’s prove that just asking each other 36 questions followed by some staring won’t make us fall in love,” TJ said. As he went on speaking, his voice grew soft but almost challenging. After he was done, he looked Cyrus right in the eye, a smirk on his lips.

Cyrus gulped, unable to anything but stare back at TJ. On the one hand, TJ’s idea made sense. They really did have nothing to do, plus they could get to know each other better. And he was firmly of the belief that falling in love wasn’t so simple, so he was safe. However, a small part of him still whispered to him, asking what if? Eventually, Cyrus made up his mind and said, “Let’s do it.”

*

“Okay, so it suggests that we each take turns reading a question and then we both discuss the answers,” Cyrus said, opening his phone to the article. “So, who’s reading the first one?”

“I’ll do it,” TJ said, grabbing the phone.

Cyrus looked down at his phone, his heart beating fast. Why was he nervous? It was just some questions.

“Okay. Question one. ‘Given the choice of anyone in the world, who would you want as a dinner guest?’ Hm. Tough one. But I’d have to argue, Shrek.”

“Are you serious?” Cyrus asked with a groan, looking at TJ.

“Fine! Mike Myers.”

“Who’s that?”

“The voice of Shrek.”

Cyrus hit his head on the table in front of his seat, much to TJ’s amusement. “I’ve changed my mind. I no longer want to do this.”

“Aw, come on,” TJ said, poking Cyrus. “Who would you want?”

“Hm. Probably Elton John.”

TJ whistled. “Whoa, high brow guests there, Cyrus.”

“My turn,” Cyrus said, grabbing the phone from TJ. “Question two. ‘Would you like to be famous? In what way?’ Well?” Cyrus asked, turning to TJ.

“Why are you asking me? It’s your turn to answer.”

“Okay, okay! Well, I guess I’d like to be famous. I kinda want to make films,” Cyrus said shyly.

“You do? That’s awesome, Cyrus,” TJ said softly, his face lit up with an encouraging smile.

“Really?” Cyrus asked meekly.

TJ nodded, holding Cyrus’ hand and giving it a squeeze. They sat like that for a moment, holding hands, until TJ let go. He didn’t want to, but he wasn’t willing to push his luck just then.

“I wouldn’t want to be famous. Just doesn’t seem like me. But if I was, I hope it would be for basketball.”

“You play?” Cyrus asked.

“Yeah. Captain of the boys’ team.”

“Whoa,” Cyrus said with a smile. He handed the phone to TJ.

“Your turn.”

TJ sighed, looking down at the article. “Question three. ‘Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you’re going to say? Why?’ Huh.”

He looked at Cyrus. “Wanna answer this at the same time?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Sure,” Cyrus replied with a smirk.

“3, 2, 1… Yes!” they both said at the same time, collapsing into laughter, to the glares of the other passengers.

“I just have to do it, otherwise I don’t remember what to say,” Cyrus said in between laughs.

“Same! Also, I’m nervous that I’ll look like a stuttering fool,” TJ added, covering his mouth with his hand to try and contain his laughs.

Cyrus pointed at TJ. “True.” They both continued to laugh, Cyrus feeling his stomach start to hurt from all of the laughter.

“Okay. I’ll ask,” Cyrus said, as the laughter died down. “Question four. ‘What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?’ Simple. Hanging out with my best friends at the Spoon with baby taters and milkshakes, followed by a marathon of ocean documentaries,” Cyrus said, a smile coming onto his face at the thought of his friends. He had been gone only for two weeks, but it still felt like forever since he had seen Buffy and Andi. They had FaceTimed almost every day, with Andi regaling the group with more of the parents’ stories and Buffy updating them on the girls’ basketball team. He really had missed them, and couldn’t wait to be reunited with them.

“Wow, you had that answer all ready,” TJ said.

“Cuz it’s happened, but they’re the best days. What about you?”

TJ took a minute to think about it before replying, “Just spending the day in my room, rock music playing while I sketch. Maybe even binge Brooklyn Nine Nine.”

“You sketch?” Cyrus asked, surprised.

“Yup. Why? Is it so unexpected?” TJ asked, amused.

“Well, I just saw you as this basketball jock,” Cyrus defended.

“I have layers,” TJ replied, revelling in the way Cyrus groaned at his answer.

“I do not want another Shrek reference out of you.”

“Well, that’s impossible,” TJ said, giggling. Cyrus handed the phone over to TJ.

“Question five. ‘When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?’ Uhhh, I sang last night to myself while I did my laundry, much to my aunt’s disapproval,” TJ said.

“Why was she disapproving?” Cyrus asked, confused.

“Because it was 1 am.”

“Why were you doing laundry at 1 am?!”

“I have my methods,” TJ said very matter-of-factly. “I’ll have you know, my rendition of ‘My Heart Will Go On’ was very melodic and my aunt should have appreciated it.”

Cyrus let out a laugh, pushing TJ by the shoulder. “I feel sorry for your aunt.”

“Hey! I was good! Here, you listen and judge,” TJ said, before launching into an incredibly off-tune and messy rendition of Celine Dion. It may have been absolutely out of pitch, but Cyrus couldn’t help but smile at TJ’s antics, a warm feeling overcoming his heart. He may suck at singing, but he was adorable while doing it.

After TJ was done, Cyrus applauded him while TJ dramatically bowed. “Well, there is the answer now. Last time I sang to someone else, was right now.”

“Impressive,” Cyrus laughed.

“What about you?” TJ asked, now turning towards Cyrus.

“Um, last I sang to myself was probably in the morning in the cab while I listened to music on the way to the airport. And I sang to my grandparents in their house because they insisted I ‘display my talents’ to them,” Cyrus replied.

“Wow, you must actually be good then.”

“Not really,” Cyrus said, seeing where the conversation was going and he desperately didn’t want it to go there.

“Come on, Cyrus. You heard me screech through Celine Dion. You can’t be worse than me. Please?” TJ asked, pouting slightly.

Sighing, Cyrus began softly singing ‘When I Was Your Man’ by Bruno Mars, losing himself in it for a while. When he was done, he looked over at TJ who was staring at him, his eyes glazed over, his mouth slightly open, like in a trance. Cyrus, after much internal debate, reached over and shut TJ’s mouth, causing him to wake up.

“Fell asleep?” Cyrus teased, his cheeks warming up at the way TJ was looking at him.

“You sound amazing,” TJ whispered, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you,” Cyrus said, looking back at TJ. They stared at each other for a while, moving closer and closer almost imperceptibly. After a while, TJ gulped and handed over the phone to Cyrus. “Your turn.”

Cyrus shook his head slightly. “Um. Yeah,” he said, taking the phone. “Question six. ‘If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?’ I guess I’d retain the body,” Cyrus said, thinking for a moment after reading the question. “You?”

“Honestly, same. You’d keep the wisdom of old age while you have the ravishing looks of a 30-year-old,” TJ replied with a chuckle.

“Okay,” TJ said, looking over Cyrus’ shoulder to read the next question. “Question seven. ‘Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?’ Yeesh, that grew dim.”

Cyrus laughed a bit, reading over the question himself. “Well?”

“And the answer is no, I don’t like thinking about death,” TJ said, his smile dropping a bit.

“Me neither. I don’t have a hunch either. But I’d hope it’s painless,” Cyrus said, smiling at TJ reassuringly.

“Question eight,” Cyrus read out next. “Oh. ‘Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.’ Huh. Okay, I guess this one is one we discuss then,” Cyrus said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I guess,” TJ said, looking confused.

“Okay, so, we both seem to be 16,” Cyrus said, taking a guess at TJ’s age.

“Which is correct,” TJ corroborated. “We’re both gay, knowledge previously obtained,” he said, winking at Cyrus.

Cyrus punched TJ lightly in the shoulder. “And if I had to guess, we both have impeccable fashion choice,” he said, indicating to their outfits. Cyrus was wearing a dark green button-down shirt with some small dots and TJ was in his grey camo hoodie.

TJ looked approvingly at Cyrus. “That’s it, we’re friends. No one else compliments my fashion,” he said with a laugh.

Just friends? Cyrus’ brain teased him, much to his chagrin.

TJ took the phone for the next question. “Question nine. ‘For what in your life do you feel most grateful?’ Whoa. Um, for me, I guess I’m most grateful for having the sister and mother I do. My mom has been doing everything herself for a while now, and she still is one of the best people I know. And my sister is a pain in the ass sometimes, but she’s always had my back,” TJ said, his voice cracking slightly.

Cyrus smiled softly, holding TJ’s shoulder. “That’s really nice, TJ.”

TJ looked back up at Cyrus, his eyes misty. “Well, that got emotional and deep, huh? What about you?”

Cyrus looked ahead. “Probably my friends. Buffy, Andi and Jonah. They’ve always had my back and have helped me do so many things, They’re always there for me, we’re all there for each other. And I know that, whatever happens, I will always have them,” Cyrus said, feeling his eyes fill up.

TJ grabbed Cyrus’ hand that was on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. They sat in silence as they both composed themselves. Cyrus smiled up at TJ comfortingly before taking the phone. “Question ten. ‘If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?’ I don’t think I would want to change much. Maybe I’d ask my parents to not split up, but then again, that turned out alright,” Cyrus said. “You?”

“I’d get my dad to stay,” TJ said, his voice taking on a bitter tone. “I’m sorry, that was not good.”

“No, no. It was an honest answer. Don’t say sorry,” Cyrus said, reassuring TJ.

“I know that it isn’t my fault, but as a kid, it plagued me every night. And, I don’t know, if I could change anything, I’d want to make sure that I wouldn’t go through that.”

“And that’s perfectly okay.”

“Well, this is getting serious real fast, huh?” TJ said, laughing a bit to alleviate the tension. “Let’s see the next question.”

Cyrus turned the phone toward TJ who read, “Question eleven. ‘Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.’ Oh boy,” TJ said, rubbing his hands together. “We are in for a ride.”

Cyrus moved back, resting against the back of his seat, giving TJ space. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“So, I have a sister named Amber. She’s like a year or so older than me. I live in Greenpark, like an hour from the airport where we’re landing, and that’s where I grew up. Our mom and dad used to fight a lot, but he never hurt her or anyone of us. One day, he left to go for a walk for an hour, and he’s like 8 years late. My mom was devastated, but she took care of us and did everything herself. I go to Salt Lake High School, captain of the boys’ basketball team. My sister and I also started working when we became 14 to support our mom. I work at a kids’ gym as an instructor. Around 8th Grade, I found out that I have a learning disability, dyscalculia. Its like dyslexia but with numbers. I found out I was gay around then too, when I realised I had a crush on my friend Marty. I’m out to most of my friends and my family. It was scary at first but now I’m proud of it. I had gone to meet my aunt, which is why I am on this flight, where I met you.” TJ finished his speech, looking back at Cyrus. “How long did that take?”

“Still 15 seconds to spare,” Cyrus said, impressed.

“Come on, now your turn.”

“Okay,” Cyrus said, thinking over things before starting. “My mom and dad are both shrinks. When I was seven, they got a divorce. And then both ended up marrying shrinks again. So, I am being parented by four mental health professionals. But, it could be worse. My parents are on good terms with each other, despite their constant nags at the other. I met Buffy and Andi in 2nd Grade and we became instant best friends. In 7th Grade, I got a girlfriend, and she was almost exactly like me. But, I never seemed to like her in any way other than as a friend. Also, when Andi got together with Jonah, I felt jealous. That’s kinda how I realised that I liked boys. Cuz I liked him. Oh, I’m Jewish too, forgot to mention that. I was visiting my grandparents for two weeks, and now I’m heading back home to great Shadyside.”

After Cyrus was done, TJ whistled. “Damn, Cyrus. That was a lot.”

Cyrus shrugged. “We both just went all out there.”

“We really did,” TJ said with a laugh.

Cyrus turned the phone back to himself. “Okay, let’s move on. Question twelve. ‘If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?’ Easy. The ability to not make a living embarrassment of myself every time I do anything,” Cyrus answered deadpanned.

TJ burst out laughing, trying to cover his mouth and control himself, but to no success. “Wow, Cyrus. You really went there?”

“Only the truth,” Cyrus said, folding his hands.

“Well then, my ability would be to always remind you that you are not an embarrassment,” TJ said with a smile.

“Wait. What?” Cyrus asked, perplexed. “Why?”

“Because,” TJ shrugged. “You’re really cool. So, you deserve someone saying that. And I don’t mind being that person.”

Cyrus blinked in disbelief, a smile growing on his face. His heart was beating fast, and without thinking, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around TJ, hugging him tight. TJ was surprised initially, but soon reciprocated the hug, resting his head on Cyrus’ shoulder. Cyrus couldn’t help but notice how warm he felt wrapped up in TJ’s arms. How safe he felt.

And this was just set one.

*

“So, set two?” TJ asked after pulling away from Cyrus. Cyrus nodded, looking down at the phone to read the question.

“Question thirteen. ‘If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?’ Hmm. I think I’d want to know why I don’t graduate from an Ivy League College, if I get into one,” Cyrus said, much to TJ’s surprise. “It’s a long story,” Cyrus said after seeing TJ’s expression.

“Well, I’d want to know what happened to this friend of mine named Reed. He just left school one year, never to be heard from again. I don’t know, I just wanna know where and how is he,” TJ answered with a shrug.

TJ took the phone from Cyrus, looking at the next question. “Question fourteen. 'Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?’ I guess I’ve always dreamed of dancing. Like, in a performance. I don’t know, it’s kinda unexpected, but I’ve always wanted to,” he answered, his voice taking on a wistful tone.

“Why haven’t you done it?” Cyrus asked.

“I don’t know, the chance never came. There is a dance team, but since I’m in basketball, I can’t do both.”

Cyrus nodded, pursing his lips slightly. “Well, for me. This is really stupid but, I’ve never done a somersault. Or gone fishing. Or done skateboarding.”

TJ looked up at Cyrus in amusement, a smirk on his face. “Really? Why?”

“Cuz I’m a kugel of a man.”

TJ laughed, leaning against his seat. “You know, they aren’t that hard. If someone taught you, you’d get it.”

“I highly doubt anyone would want to take this at so late a stage,” Cyrus said, gesturing to himself.

“Well, I would do it. If I didn’t live around an hour and a half from where you live,” TJ said, smiling at Cyrus.

Cyrus smiled back appreciatively. It felt weird, someone saying that they wouldn’t mind helping him through basic tasks that every teenager should know. And TJ didn’t even make fun of him. Huh. This was nice.

TJ turned the phone towards Cyrus. “Question fifteen. ‘What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?’ Oh, definitely the time one of the films I directed got screened in school for everyone to see. I was so nervous, but people really liked it,” Cyrus answered, smiling fondly at the memory. Buffy, Andi and Jonah had stayed up with him many nights over the phone just to help him calm down. Andi even made him a display piece that reminded her of the film, and Cyrus still had it to this day.

“Whoa, that’s incredible Cyrus,” TJ said, grabbing Cyrus’ shoulder. “I’m so happy for you.”

Cyrus smiled appreciatively and grabbed TJ’s hand with his own. “What about you?”

“Hmm tough one,” TJ said. “I’m not gonna say something like winning the basketball tournaments, cuz that’s not true. I mean, I am proud of it. But it’s not the greatest accomplishment of my life.”

“Then, what is?” Cyrus asked, leaning back in his seat as he looked over at TJ.

“Well, this one year, for my mom’s birthday, Amber and I worked and gave her the best day ever. We made sure she didn’t do any work, that we got everything handled. We went to the fair and we had the most fun ever. She was so happy, more than she had been in a long time. I guess, giving her that day and making her so happy is my greatest accomplishment,” TJ said, smiling wistfully. His eyes had become misty again, and he sniffed slightly. “Wow, I sound like such a saint.”

“Hey, no,” Cyrus protested. “That’s amazing TJ. Worth being your greatest accomplishment.”

TJ smiled gratefully at Cyrus, looking back down at the phone. “Question sixteen. ‘What do you value most in a friendship?’ Simple. For me, it’s trust and reliance,” TJ said.

“Same here,” Cyrus replied. “Interests and stuff aren’t really a problem for me. As long as I know that I can trust them.”

“Exactly. And, I know it’s only been a short time, but I trust you Cyrus,” TJ said meekly.

Cyrus smiled. “I trust you too, TJ.” He took the phone from TJ, checking the battery left and then reading the next question.

“Question seventeen. ‘What is your most treasured memory?’ I guess the day my movie got screened, actually. It was the first time I’ve done something new successfully. Plus, the support from my friends and family made that day pretty unforgettable,” Cyrus answered.

“That’s really nice. For me, I think that day, my mom’s birthday. Pretty unforgettable, like you said,” TJ said, smiling softly.

TJ took the phone and read. “Question eighteen. Oh wow, halfway there,” he said, raising his eyebrows at Cyrus. “Okay. ‘What is your most terrible memory?’ Well for me this is kind of obvious. The night my dad left. I spent all night awake, trying to listen for him coming home. It was horrible, walking by my mom’s room and hearing her cry. Amber also crept into my room and cried. Not the best night,” TJ said sadly.

“Yeah, I understand. For me, it’s probably the day Buffy moved away. She just left, no goodbye, no warning. We knew she was moving, but when we went to say goodbye, she was gone. And she didn’t speak to us for 2 months, until she came back that is. I missed her so much,” Cyrus said, smiling sadly.

TJ just reached over and gave Cyrus’ hand a squeeze, a silent sign of comfort. He turned over the phone for Cyrus to see.

“Question nineteen. ‘If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?’ Okay, why does this thing always circle back to death!” Cyrus exclaimed, slamming the phone on the tray table to TJ’s laughter.

“Well, go on,” TJ said in between laughs. “Answer it.”

“Okay, okay. I guess I’d start doing things I haven’t done before and have just been afraid to do. I don’t have much time, I’m not living the rest of my life in fear,” Cyrus answered, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know if I’d change much of how I live. Maybe I’d not push people away so much,” TJ said, resting his head on his hand. “Okay, my turn.”

He looked down at the phone. “Question twenty. ‘What does friendship mean to you?’ Isn’t this the same as the other question?” TJ looked up, confused.

“No, that one was what do you ‘value’ in friendship,” Cyrus corrected.

“Same difference. Anyway, my answer is the same. It means trust and having each other’s backs.”

Yeah, for me too.”

Cyrus took the phone from TJ. “Question twenty-one. ‘What roles do love and affection play in your life?’ Oh. Well, as an eternally single human,” Cyrus started, much to TJ’s amusement. “I have never been in a relationship. But still, I love my friends and family to death. So, they have pretty big roles in my life. I’d do anything for the people I love.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’ve also been single all my life,” TJ said with a smirk, winking at Cyrus. “But, I love my mom and sister so much. And I also really care about my friends. So same. I’d do anything for them.”

Cyrus felt his heart leap out of his body when TJ winked at him, his throat going dry. How the heck was he single? He was so cute.

“Can’t believe someone like you is single,” Cyrus mumbled. TJ heard it and raised his eyebrows, looking at Cyrus.

“Oh? Why is that, Cyrus?” he asked teasingly.

“I-Um. I mean,” Cyrus fumbled. “You are good-looking. Objectively. Like. Unbiased opinion.”

TJ just nodded, not convinced. “Sure.”

“Just take the phone,” Cyrus groaned, thrusting the phone into TJ’s hand. TJ laughed, taking the phone.

“Question twenty-two. ‘Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.’ Okay, so about each other?” TJ asked.

Cyrus nodded. “So we both say one thing about the other. I think, instead of a total of five, let’s just both say three things about the other.”

“Cool, that works,” TJ agreed. “Okay, you’re smart.”

“You’re funny,” Cyrus replied.

“You’re encouraging.”

“You’re really caring.”

“You’re incredibly adept at helping people out.”

“You’re sweet and kind. Not to mention good-looking,” Cyrus said, adding a wink.

TJ looked taken aback, his cheeks going pink. “Oh! Uh, you too!” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

Good job, Cyrus. Flirting is a gift, not a talent.

“But I’d argue and say you’re incredibly cuter,” TJ said, flashing a flirtatious smile, making it Cyrus’ turn to blush.

Never mind. The gift is useless.

Taking the phone back, Cyrus read the next question. “Question twenty-three. ‘How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?’ Hm. I mean, my family is still pretty close, even after everything. And, I don’t know. My childhood was like any other childhood, I guess. Just as happy as others.”

TJ nodded. “Yeah, my family right now is pretty close. We got each other. But probably my childhood was a bit sadder than most others. But that’s okay. It wasn’t terrible, only for a little while.”

Cyrus nodded, a small smile on his face. TJ looked over Cyrus’ shoulder to read the next question. “Last question of the set. Excited?” TJ asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Cyrus just rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

“Question twenty-four. ‘How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?’ Well, this is easy for me. I love my mother to bits. I’d say our relationship is pretty good,” TJ said smiling.

“Same here. My relationship with both my mom and stepmom are pretty good,” Cyrus replied.

They sat there, smiling at each other for a moment. Just then, the air hostess walked by, placing Cyrus’ long forgotten soda before him, causing the two to break out of their trances. Cyrus smiled back at TJ, taking a sip of his soda.

TJ was a really nice and interesting person. But all he felt was that the boy was incredibly cute, and maybe Cyrus’ heart fluttered every time TJ smiled at him. But he wasn’t falling in love. Was he?

It was still just set two.

*

After Cyrus had downed his soda with a surprising amount of speed, he turned over to TJ. “Ready for set three?”

“Yup. We’re in the endgame now,” TJ said, smirking.

“Was that an Avengers reference?”

“Oh, you bet,” TJ replied, winking at Cyrus, much to Cyrus’ heart’s glee.

“Okay. You start,” Cyrus said, nodding at the phone. TJ picked it up from the tray table and began to read.

“Question twenty-five. ‘Make three true “we” statements each.’ Okay, I’ll go first,” TJ said, taking a moment to think. “Okay, so. We are both in the airplane heading home after visiting extended family. We are both people who really care about the people we love. And, we both are incredibly attractive,” TJ finished with a smirk.

Cyrus lightly shoved TJ in the shoulder. “Wow. I don’t know whether to see that as a compliment, or you praising yourself.”

“It’s both,” TJ replied, shrugging.

“Okay, my turn,” Cyrus said after shaking his head fondly. “We both have great dressing sense. We are both stupid for deciding to do these questions. But, we are both hopefully thankful that we decided to do them, because we got to know each other better.”

TJ smiled fondly, taking Cyrus’ hand in his. “Again, all true.”

Keeping their hands clasped, Cyrus took the phone from TJ and read the next question. “Question twenty-six. ‘Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share...”’ Ah. My love for nature documentaries,” Cyrus said, looking off into the distance.

“Mood,” TJ said, hand on his heart. “For me, it’s my pop culture references. Someone who won’t judge my love for Shrek,” he answered, looking pointedly at Cyrus.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, pouting at TJ. “I have taste, okay?”

“Yeah, and its blander than mayonnaise.”

“Oh haha.”

TJ stuck his tongue out, taking the phone from Cyrus. “Question twenty-seven. ‘If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.’ That I need them to help me hide bodies every now and then,” TJ answered completely deadpanned.

Cyrus laughed. “Well, buddy I’m of no help to you then.”

TJ also giggled, but soon grew serious. “Actually, not joking around for a bit. I wasn’t always the best person. I was actually a jerk, someone who pushed everyone away. And sometimes, that tends to happen. So, if we were going to be close friends, I’d just tell you that I’m sorry if I ever push you away and act like a jerk. You will never deserve it, and I’m working on it,” he said, looking up nervously at Cyrus.

Cyrus smiled reassuringly, covering their clasped hands with his other hand. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Now, your turn,” TJ said, sniffing a bit.

“I’d tell you that sometimes, I’m a bit helpless. And I can get annoying. Just, that’s how I am sometimes. But even I am working on it,” Cyrus answered.

TJ looked up at Cyrus with a small smile. “For the record, I find it impossible to believe that you could ever be annoying.”

Cyrus felt his cheeks grow warm, but he kept his eyes focused on TJ, returning his smile. Cyrus looked over TJ’s shoulder to see the phone.

“Question twenty-eight. ‘Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.’ Oh where do I start?” Cyrus said, causing TJ to look away, blushing.

“Well, here goes. I like how you are clearly so caring and compassionate, and I find it hard to believe you could ever be a jerk. I like how you decided, rather than spending a flight sleeping and actually getting time to yourself, you decided it was worthwhile talking to this dorky boy who was next to you. And I’m glad you did,” Cyrus said, smiling. “Because I also like you. You’re a great listener and an amazing person to talk to. You’re a great,” Cyrus hesitated, unsure of what to say. “Friend,” he finally said. A part of him felt it wasn’t enough but it was enough for now.

TJ felt his eyes fill up a bit. He hadn’t expected Cyrus to say so many nice things and it caught him quite off-guard. “Wow, Cyrus. I, I just,” TJ said, trying to find words to even describe his emotions.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Cyrus said. “It’s your turn now.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s possible to top that, but I’ll try,” TJ said, rubbing his hands together. “I like how you are clearly such a good friend and a great person. I like how you genuinely care about people, and are willing to hear them out. I like how we just met, and you are already so willing to listen and talk to me. I like that when a weird boy fell asleep on your shoulder, and then tried to talk to you, you just responded as if it was the most natural thing on the planet. I like you too. You’re kind, funny, and not at all annoying. And even I’m glad you’re my,” TJ hesitated, his voice small. “My friend.”

Now Cyrus was the one lost for words, only able to lean across and wrap his arms around TJ, pulling him in for a hug. TJ reciprocated almost instantly, his head dropping down onto Cyrus’ shoulder. Cyrus buried his head in TJ’s shoulder, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

Pulling apart with soft smiles on their faces, TJ looked back down at the phone. “Question twenty-nine. ‘Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.’ Oh. There was this one time when I turned up to school and my shirt was inside-out. And I didn’t realise until Marty pointed it out,” TJ said, suppressing a smile.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Cyrus reasoned.

“Well, coupled with the fact that I had a huge crush on him, I’d argue that it was mortifying. Also, it was a graphic shirt, so it was even more obvious.”

“Oh god,” Cyrus said, collapsing into laughter. “Okay, I take back my words.”

TJ laughed too, covering his mouth with his hand. “Well, I shared my harrowing memory. What’s yours?”

“Funnily enough, mine also involves a crush. Jonah was teaching me skateboarding. But, me being me, I lost control and fell into the bushes and broke my thumb,” Cyrus said, cringing slightly at the memory.

“Oh man, are you okay?” TJ asked, a tinge of worry in his voice.

“Oh yeah. My self-esteem though, now that suffered a hit.”

“I get you,” TJ said, nodding in agreement.

“Okay hand the phone,” Cyrus said. “Question thirty.”

“Ooh, we are nearing the end,” TJ said.

Cyrus rolled his eyes. “Question thirty. ‘When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?’ Whoa. Um, last I cried in front of someone was a week or so ago, when Andi, Buffy and I watched ‘The Book Thief’.”

“Whoa, is it that sad? I was gonna read it when I got back?” TJ asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just gonna say, keep tissues nearby,” Cyrus warned. “And, last I cried by myself was two days ago, I think.”

“Why?”

“I don’t really know,” Cyrus shrugged. “Just one of those days.”

TJ nodded understandingly. “Yeah I get that. I last cried by myself a week ago. Again, don’t really remember the reason. I cried in front of Amber a month ago, cuz that was the day I came out to her,” TJ answered, his voice small.

“TJ,” Cyrus said, grabbing his hand.

“It was out of happiness, I swear,” TJ reassured, turning his hand to interlock their fingers.

Cyrus smiled and held out the phone for TJ to read.

“Question thirty-one. ‘Tell your partner something that you like about them already.’ Wait, haven’t we already answered something like this?” TJ asked, laughing.

“I think the psychologist was running out of questions at this point,” Cyrus said, laughing along.

“Anyway, I already like your smile and your great personality,” TJ said, smiling brightly.

“Oh,” Cyrus said, his face all in a grin, his cheeks growing red. “Those are two things, by the way.”

“Seriously?” TJ said, unimpressed.

“I’m just saying!” Cyrus said, holding up his hands. “Okay, I already like your humour. And your eyes,” Cyrus said, winking. Bold move, Goodman. Maybe flirting is a viable career option.

“Really?” TJ asked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. And Cyrus was hit with the surprising urge to lean forward and kiss TJ’s cheek. Or boop his nose. Wait, what?

“Okay, my turn,” Cyrus said, looking down at his phone. “Question thirty-two. ‘What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?’ Okay, this is kinda obvious. Like, insulting a person based on who they are, like sexuality and race and stuff,” Cyrus answered.

“Yeah, I agree. I’ve heard people make those jokes and it just makes me feel weird,” TJ concurred.

“Well, that was simple,” Cyrus said, handing TJ the phone.

“It really was,” TJ agreed. Then, looking down at the phone, he read the next question. “Question thirty-three. ‘If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?’ Okay, that’s it,” TJ said, slamming the phone down and getting up from his seat, with the backdrop of Cyrus’ laughter.

“TJ, the seatbelt sign is up, we can’t get up,” Cyrus said in between laughs.

“Why is this guy so obsessed with death?” he said once he had sat down again.

“Just answer the question.”

“Fine,” TJ said, thinking for a bit. “I guess I would regret not telling my mom I love her.”

“TJ, I’m sure she knows,” Cyrus started, but TJ cut him off.

“I know, I know. But we had a fight before I left, and I said some things I really didn’t mean. So, I would want to let her know.”

Cyrus smiled. “I get that. I would regret not coming out to my parents. All four of them. I don’t know, maybe I’ll tell them soon. I’m just, afraid.”

“It’s okay. It’s your choice who you tell and when,” TJ said with a small smile. He handed over the phone to Cyrus. “Your turn.”

Cyrus took the phone and looked down. “Question thirty-four. ‘Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?’ Oh easy, I’d save this box I have that has mementoes of all kinds. Like bracelets Andi has made me, tickets stubs and posters and other things from being with my friends.”

“Like a memory box?”

“Yeah. Andi’s mom is the one who recommended we try it, and I’m so glad she did. So yeah, I’d definitely go back in for that.”

“That’s really nice,” TJ said with a smile. “I’d run in and get my sketchbook. I spent too much time on it and I am not letting my hard work go up in flames.”

Cyrus groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Was that a pun?”

“Maybe,” TJ said, sticking his tongue out. Cyrus rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Why was he attracted to him? Wait, attracted, what?

“Okay, my turn,” TJ said, snatching the phone. “Question thirty-five. ‘Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?’ Hm. I guess, for me, it would be my mom. I can’t even imagine not having her around. She’s been for us through everything,” TJ said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Makes sense. For me, it would be my Bubbe Rose. We’re really close, and I couldn’t imagine losing her,” Cyrus said, smiling sadly.

TJ smiled back at Cyrus, handing back the phone. Except this time, their fingers brushed slightly, causing them to freeze. Cyrus could feel his heart beat faster, and he gulped as he took the phone from TJ.

No way were the questions working. They were just becoming better friends. Right?

Cyrus took a deep breath and looked down at the phone. “Last question. ‘Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how they might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.’ Well, this is confusing,” Cyrus said, looking up perplexed.

“Yeah, kinda,” TJ said, furrowing his eyebrows. “Anyway, I can go first. Um, so I’m starting to think about college. And everyone is telling me to go do basketball. But, I kinda want to study History and Art. I don’t know, what should I do? I don’t wanna disappoint Coach and everyone else, but I also want to do my own thing.”

“Well, your heart lies in History right? So you should do what you feel is right. I guess, if you still want to keep up with basketball, I’m sure there are colleges that have good History and Art departments and a good sports program. You should ask around,” Cyrus replied, looking reassuringly at TJ.

“Huh. You’re right. God, on reflection my problem seems so stupid,” TJ said, laughing.

“No, no, it’s not! Believe me, I understand. College choices are a whole other stress,” Cyrus said.

“I guess that’s true.”

“Well, my problem is weird. I don’t know. I have this list of things I want to do, but for some reason I just never do them. And they vary in difficulty from laughably easy to kinda tough. And, I don’t know. I just need someone to tell me why I haven’t done them yet,” Cyrus said, wringing his hands together.

“Maybe you are scared that you’ll ‘fail’. To which, you shouldn’t be scared of that. I mean, failing isn’t the end of the world. You may just look a little stupid for a second and then people will forget about it,” TJ said.

Cyrus nodded slowly, a smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He smiled and then began to hand back the phone until the realisation came to him.

“What happened?” TJ asked, confused.

“We’re done,” Cyrus said, barely audible.

“Really?” TJ asked in disbelief. “Barely feels like any time passed.”

“And yet, the flight is landing soon.”

“So, we should get through with the last part as soon as we can.”

Oh yes. The staring. Cyrus had both been silently anticipating and dreading the moment.  He pulled up the timer on his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he set it to 4 minutes. Since they were landing and their tray tables were put back up, the phone was balanced precariously on his knee. Looking back up t TJ, they both nodded as Cyrus started the timer. And they stared in each other’s eyes.

In those 4 minutes, Cyrus looked at the boy in front of him and thought about everything that had happened in those two hours. He had gone from just a person next to him, to a boy who had fallen asleep on his shoulder, to the cute boy who sat next to him, to TJ. TJ whose smile was enough to warm Cyrus’ heart, whose laugh made said heart skip a beat, whose eyes were comforting. TJ who was basketball captain but loved History and sketched in his free time. TJ who acknowledged his past mistakes. TJ who made one too many Shrek references. TJ who loved and cared about his mom and sister so much. TJ who Cyrus had gotten to know in a way he couldn’t have imagined when he boarded the flight that morning.

In those 4 minutes, TJ looked at the boy who sat near the window seat of the flight, a boy he hadn’t given much thought when he entered. A boy who in his subconscious, became his human pillow, much to his embarrassment. But that led to him getting to know one of the most incredible people he could have ever met. He had gone from the boy in the window seat to Cyrus. Cyrus who liked making films, and undeservingly put himself down when in reality he was amazing. Cyrus who cared about his friends immensely. Cyrus who loved all his parents equally. Cyrus whose eyes were warm and welcoming, whose smirks sent TJ’s heart dancing. Cyrus who, while seemingly being annoyed by TJ’s references, always laughed in the end. Cyrus who TJ had come to want in his life.

As the seconds went by, and the flight descended, Cyrus and TJ stared into each other’s eyes. Inch by inch, they leaned in closer and closer. Some unspoken thing made Cyrus suddenly want to push the boundaries, to go closer. Some invisible force made TJ want nothing more than to just get closer, to test the limits.

The timer rang, a beeping filling the air around them, but TJ and Cyrus were oblivious to the sound. They got closer and closer, unsure of where they were going. Just then, the flight landed with a hard bump, causing the two to jump apart. Cyrus looked away, his face warm. Did that just happen? Did they just get that close?

Cyrus snuck a glance at TJ, who was also a blushing mess. In a frenzy, the two began to gather their things, unsure of what to say to each other. Cyrus could feel his heart practically leap out of his chest. It should have been weird. But it wasn’t.

All the way from the flight to the baggage belts, TJ and Cyrus walked together in silence. After a while of walking, Cyrus felt a hand brush by his and he looked down to see TJ’s hand close to his. Still in silence, Cyrus interlocked their fingers, giving TJ’s hand a squeeze. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw TJ smile at the gesture.

After they had collected their luggage and were near the exit, TJ stopped, causing Cyrus to turn around in confusion.

“What happened?” Cyrus asked.

“Can’t believe we were about to separate without exchanging numbers,” TJ said softly.

Cyrus smacked his head with his hand. “Oh my god! We are idiots. Here,” Cyrus said, thrusting his phone towards TJ, grabbing TJ’s phone from his hand in the process. After they had both put in their respective numbers, they returned the phones, bright smiles on their faces.

“You know, we only live an hour and a half away from each other,” Cyrus said, smirking. “So, don’t forget that I exist.”

“I don’t think I could forget you if I tried,”  TJ said, smiling softly.

“Well, me neither,” Cyrus said with a matching smile.

They stood there in silence, both unwilling to move. But soon, they had to go their own ways.

“Nice meeting you, TJ,” Cyrus said.

“Nice meeting you too, Cyrus,” TJ replied.

“And in conclusion, did the questions work?”

“I guess we’ll have to see.”

Cyrus started to turn to head off, until he felt TJ grab his hand. He looked at him in confusion, as TJ nervously moved forward and pressed a quick kiss to Cyrus’ cheek, his face red.

“Bye Cyrus,” TJ mumbled as he ran away, turning around to get one last look at him.

Cyrus just stood there for a while in shock before smiling and turning to go his own way. As he looked back at the retreating figure of TJ, he thought to himself.

Maybe they didn’t fall in love. But Cyrus definitely wanted to see more of TJ.

 ~~~~~~

Okay so I’m dedicating this fic to my closest friends in this fandom @terri-does-gods-work, @heart-eyes-kippen and @tjskipping ( i love all of you so much omg i can’t even begin to say)

I wasn’t planning on writing this fic, but then the news of the cancellation came out. And needless to say, I was devastated. I only recently made this tumblr, and I am not ready to say goodbye to all the people I have spoken to here. So I took a break from my regular angst fest to write a fluff fic, cuz i needed to heal tbh. But don’t worry, the regular angst will come back. 

I love all of you so much.

[theresnourieandme]

All I want for Christmas.

Cyrus felt the first snowflakes fall on his gloves. He held the gift boxes almost unnaturally, as if he was uncomfortable, even if a casual smile was printed on his face. Christmas had arrived and, although in the Jewish tradition no gifts are given, he had decided to make them anyway to his second family.

In the distance he saw the Mack family home: the black roof had begun to fill with small white spots here and there, as if someone had sprayed a little icing sugar on it. When he came under the porch, he lowered the hood of his coat, revealing a black cashmere cap. He knocked on the door, sure to find someone in the house. In fact, Bex opened it soon after.

«Cyrus!» she exclaimed, genuinely surprised. «Come on in. Andi is in her room with Buffy» he added, stepping aside and opening the door slightly more to let him in. She then closed the door, leaving the cold outside.

«Thank you» he said, heading to Andi's room. He knocked on the closed door.

«Mom, I said I don't want chips!» she yelled through the wall.

Cyrus opened the door and her two best friends stood up as they saw him. «Oh-oh-oh!» he exclaimed, lifting his boxes and smiling.

Buffy smiled in turn. «Cyrus! Why are you here?»

He shrugged his shoulders. «I thought you'd like to receive gifts for Christmas.» He took the first box of the stack and handed it to Buffy, while he put the second in Andi's hands. They looked at each other for a moment before smiling and starting to unwrap.

Andi stopped suddenly and looked up at his friend, who had not unbuttoned his coat but had taken off his hat, scarf and gloves. «Don't... don't you mind if we open them now?»

Cyrus shook his head no just as Buffy said: «Too late.» The other two turned to her and realized she was admiring an elegant box. She opened it with a smile on her face. The box revealed white and pink sports shoes, the same colors on the Spikes uniform.

Buffy immediately got up from bed and hugged her friend with momentum. «Thank you thank you thank you!» she exclaimed, leaving a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and reciprocated the embrace. He was really happy that Buffy liked his gift and was looking forward to Andi opening hers, which happened shortly afterwards.

Andi smiled immediately at the sight of a professional art kit, complete with glitter, fabrics and various objects, colors and brushes. «Thank you, Cyrus!» She ran to hug him with the gift still in her hands, risking everything to fall. She placed the kit on the bed and resumed the hug, and after a while Buffy joined them too.

«I love you guys» he said. He stepped back, dissolving the sweet moment. «But now I have to continue my journey to Jonah's house.» They nodded in response and escorted him to the door, Andi holding the other gift boxes and Buffy helping Cyrus with scarf, gloves and hat. They waved their hand and Cyrus returned to the freezing road.

He walked to Jonah's house, feeling sweat coming down his back under his Christmas sweater and shirt as he moved, in complete contrast to the frost that was pouring over his face. Arriving in front of the majestic door of the block of flats where his friend's apartment was located, he rang the doorbell of Becks’ home.

Jonah's sleepy voice answered the intercom. «Who’s that?» he asked.

«I'm Cyrus. I have a surprise for you.»

«Cyrus! Go ahead, man.» The door opened with a click and a grave sound. Cyrus came in and called the elevator to go up to the fourth floor. He got out of the metal box and found Jonah in his pajamas waiting for him on his doorstep. He smiled earnestly as only Jonah Beck knew how to do and Cyrus for a moment felt that grip on his stomach that had always blocked his breath in those years of infatuation for the boy. By now the crush had passed, but seeing him smile always caused him that tiny feeling of discomfort. «Hey, Cy-guy!»

«Jonah!» Cyrus reciprocated the infectious smile in a moment. «I came to bring you my Christmas spirit.»

Jonah looked at him puzzled and bent his head to the side. «So?»

«I made you a present.» He handed him the box wrapped with red and gold paper and a golden bow on the top left. Jonah took it smiling.

«Can I open it now?» Cyrus nodded in response. Jonah tore the paper in seconds, revealing a set of four personalized guitar picks: the first was black and featured his initials "JB" in elegant white calligraphy, the second was completely white and there were the names of Cyrus, Andi and Buffy, signed just from the three of them; the third was all covered with the Space Otters logo. Cyrus urged Jonah to open the box and turn the third pick: on the other side was the other side of Jonah's freesbe team jersey. «It's great awesome!» The fourth, at last, was white. Jonah frowned. «What about this one?» he asked, perplexingly pointing to the last.

Cyrus smiled, glad his friend asked him that question. «It's a simple pick that you can still customize. You can always go and customize it from anywhere in the city saying that I sent you, and you won't have to pay anything, and you can do the same with all the picks you want in your lifetime.»

Jonah gasped for a moment, then smiled. «Cy...» He looked up at him and approached to hug him. Cyrus reciprocated the gesture with happiness. «It's the best gift anyone's ever got me. Thank you, man.»

He smiled: he had desired for so long to do something special for Jonah Beck, and now that he has done so he felt happier. «You’re welcome» he said only.

They hugged for a few more moments, then Jonah took a few steps back. He noticed the last box left in the hands of his best friend and frowned. «And that,» he began, pointing to the gift. «Who is it for?»

Cyrus smiled without thinking and looked down at his clinched hands, which held the small box tight. «TJ.»

Jonah nodded and smiled. «Well, then I'll let you go and give him that gift. Good luck.»

Cyrus nodded and greeted his friend with a hand gesture. «Bye, Jonah.» He took back the elevator and, in an instant, found himself on the streets of his city again. The children had started to go out in parks and courtyards to play with the snow that had fallen up to that point and the moor smiled spontaneously at the sight of a beautiful snowman, complete with a scarf, carrot and buttons. He took the phone out of his coat pocket and wrote to TJ to join him at the park. He didn't know where the blonde lived, so he thought of that solution to give him his Christmas present. He felt the phone vibrate between his fingers and looked at the bright screen. TJ had answered with a "I'll be there in two minutes". Cyrus smiled spontaneously and put the phone back in his pocket. He picked up the pace to reach the park as quickly as possible. Arriving at the swings, he noticed that the blond had already arrived and was slightly swinging on one of the swings.

«Hey!» he exclaimed, when he was close enough.

TJ raised his green eyes from the whitewashed ground under his black shoes. «Hey» he answered only, hinting at a smile. Then he returned immediately with his eyes to the ground.

Cyrus frowned and took his seat on the other swing next to him, settling the box on his lap and trying to catch TJ's tempo. «Is there something wrong?» he asked. He saw him very sad and thought talking about it was the best of therapy.

«I don't like Christmas, that's all» he said. «Why did you bring me here, anyway?»

Cyrus sighed. «I got you a present. If you prefer not to receive it, I won't-»

TJ stopped him. He looked up at him and really looked him in the eye for the first time since they were there. «Thank you» he said, stretching his arms beyond the chains of the swing to receive the gift.

Cyrus passed it on and watched him gently remove the scotch to open the package. «You know that if you don't tear the paper, it doesn't bring luck, don’t you?»

TJ laughed up his sleeve, continuing to carefully unwrap the gift. «You wrapped it?» he asked.

Cyrus said yes and shrugged his shoulders. «Even if it didn't come very well» he added.

The friend shook his head and looked at him for a few moments as he said: «No, I'm glad you did.»

Cyrus smiled. «Really?»

«Really.» TJ pulled out the little black box. He looked at it with his furrowed brow, not understanding what it contained.

Cyrus, noticing his expression, stopped his swing. «Open it» he said.

He looked at him curiously but opened the box. Inside, there was only a piece of paper written on it, in a messy and quite cursive calligraphy, an address just outside Shadyside. TJ looked at him even more puzzledly. «What is this?»

Cyrus smiled. He knew TJ wouldn't understand, so I presented him with his present. «I had a debt and I repaid it.»

«I don't know if I'm stupid, but I still don't understand.»

The moor chuckled. «The address written there – sorry for the handwriting, I write quite badly – is that of a pastry shop. My stepmother knows the pastry chef, so I asked him for a favor.»

«That is?» asked TJ, still not understanding.

«I asked him to invent a muffin.»

The other looked at him in underhisd. «The Blueberry Macademia» he whispered.

Cyrus nodded. «New Blueberry Macademia Muffin. Nickname: TJ Kippen Muffin; ingredients: whole wheat flour, blackberries, blueberries and vanilla blue dye.»

TJ began to smile. «They're my favorite tastes.»

He shrugged his shoulders. «I’ve had them suggested by Amber.»

TJ got up and approached his swing. «Thank you.»

Cyrus smiled. «I owed you that.» He stood up to face his friend, though he was decidedly taller.

«You could have thought about it earlier» TJ laughed.

Cyrus looked up and noticed something attached to the swings rod. «What is that?» he asked then, pointing to the mysterious object.

TJ raised his head to see what the moor was pointing to, then went back to look at him. When Cyrus looked down, TJ spoke. «It's my Christmas present for you.»

Cyrus chuckled. «And why is it attached up there? Did you want to make me feel short?»

The other shook his head. Their eyes fit perfectly. There were no too much words, no useless gestures. The park was deserted. «It's a sprig of mistletoe.»

Cyrus felt a dip in his heart and a knot in his stomach. TJ approached slowly, resting his hands on his shoulders. Time stopped, and with it the snowflakes that were falling at that moment. It was just them, it was their time. Cyrus approached and watched TJ's face do the same. Suddenly, their lips touched, and the snow began to fall again, and the seconds to pass, and Cyrus closed his eyes, imitating TJ. His lips knew of snow: they were cold, but at the same time they transmitted that unique warmth that filled Cyrus' chest at the time. He pulled TJ closer, and felt the other's hands on his shoulders, and then he felt them to come down to his hips. When their lips parted, Cyrus felt the cold winter air on his face. He was still close to TJ, who held his hands tightly on his hips.

«So, we...» Cyrus began. He didn't really know what to say and for the first time in his life he felt as if the cat had eaten his tongue.

«Yes» TJ replied. He smiled, relaxing his shoulders and taking his hand.

Cyrus nodded and smiled in turn. He squeezed TJ's hand and started down towards his house with him.

[perceusjacksn]

someone write me a fic of tj scoring and winning a game he thought he was doomed to lose and cyrus running up to him to congratulate him only to be surprised by tj kissing him out of excitement

[terri-does-gods-work]

Three, Two, One

[This is a tyrus oneshot based loosely on whatever information @joshua-rush has given us on 3x21]

Word count: 2190

“Andi, the streamers are amazing as they are. Relax for a bit,” shouted Bex to Andi, who was precariously standing on Cece’s railing, hanging up decorations for the New Year’s party that night.

“Says you!” Andi shouted back, demounting the railing. “Buffy, Cyrus, TJ, and Kira are coming at 10, and it’s already 9!”

“Wait,” Bex put down her magazine and looked at Andi, “Kira’s coming? I thought you guys hated her,”

“We haven’t invited her but I’m pretty sure she’ll end up coming along with TJ.”

“But I thought TJ liked Cyrus. He’s dating Kira now?”

“Mom, were you listening at all when I told you about the whole Costume Day mess?”

Bex paused for a moment, trying to muster up an excuse, “I guess, with all the wedding emotions it got lost in my brain. Sorry, kid.”

Andi’s face drooped. A wedding would’ve been nice (to say the least) after all their will-they, won’t-they drama. Something to cement it all. But, Bex and Bowie are still Bex and Bowie. Anyway, she had other things to think about. It was T-minus 54 minutes until the guests were to arrive and the house still wasn’t ready. Cece was out doing some last-minute donations she missed out on during Christmas, Andi was decorating the living room, and Bex was currently lifting herself off the couch to get more chips (for herself and the party) with Bowie.

***

T-minus 3 minutes and everything looked, as Andi said, “Just about ready,”

A playful knock came at the door. “It’s Buffy and Cyrus, I’ll get it!” Andi called to her family as she ran to the door.

“Hi, Alex, right?” said Kira, smiling, as she interlocked hands with a deadpanned TJ.

“Uh, it’s Andi, actually,” Andi’s eyebrows furrowed, “come in.”

Kira pranced into the house dragging TJ behind her. TJ could barely manage to get out a faint “Hey, Andi,” before Kira pulled him away and sat him on the couch.

“Can I get you guys anything? Chips and soda?” Andi asked, hesitantly.

“Chips would be great, thanks,” Andi started to walk to the kitchen with her hands stuck to her side, “oh, and Alex?” Andi turned around and sighed, “a diet coke for me and a sprite for TJ,”

“Actually, I’ll just have some water,” muttered TJ, as Kira shot him a glare.

“Got it,” Andi swiveled on her heel and left to the kitchen.

There was another knock at the door. “TJ, its probably Cyrus and Buffy,” Kira’s ears perked up at their names, “can you get it?” Andi called from the kitchen.

TJ began to push himself off the couch, but Kira pushed him back down, “I’ll get it,” said Kira, as she bounced to the door.

“Hey guys!” she greeted.

Buffy shoved past her pulling Cyrus along. Cyrus stopped when he saw TJ. “Buffy, he’s here. With Kira!” he whisper-shouted.

Buffy looked at the two in disgust before replying, “I’m confused, too,”

“He told me he was going to tell Kira to back off!”

Buffy shook her head and followed Cyrus into the kitchen. Neither dared to look at TJ.

“Andi, what is Kira doing here?” interrogated Buffy, her eyes wide,

“I don’t know, she just showed up with TJ. I couldn’t exactly make her leave,”

“Of course, you can. Follow me,” Buffy retorted as she marched into the living room, “Kira, can I talk to you outside?”

Kira frowned suspiciously at Buffy, following her out to the porch.

***

“What are you doing here?” Buffy started, “You’re not friends with any of us,”

“Where TJ goes, I go,” replied Kira.

“Was that TJ’s choice or was it just what you told him?”

“What does it matter?”

“TJ’s a nice guy, Kira. And he can make his own decisions. He doesn’t need some random girl with a terrible attitude to make them for him,”

“Did you just call TJ a ‘nice guy’? Wow, Buffy, you’ve gone soft,”

“Look, Kira, I’m trying to be reasonable but you’re testing my patience. Cyrus is an incredible person and whatever you said to TJ before Costume Day basically destroyed their friendship,”

“Friendship? Just friends? Because it seemed like more than that to me. Is that really what you want for Cyrus?”

The argument falls silent. Buffy’s mouth is slightly agape. “You need to leave. Right now,”

“Fine. But just so you know, TJ’s with me now. Not Cyrus, me,” Kira huffed before walking out of the compound, slamming the gate shut behind her.

***

“What do you think Buffy’s going to tell Kira?” asked Cyrus, intermittently peeking through the kitchen door to check on TJ.

“She’ll probably get rid of her somehow. I wouldn’t question it too much,” Andi trailed off when she noticed Cyrus’ gaze fixed on TJ, who was currently sitting on the couch fiddling with his phone case, “why don’t you go talk to him?” she questioned.

“And say what? We haven’t spoken since he apologised for the costume, and I don’t know how to talk to him after what he told Buffy and me,”

“About that, what happened? You guys never told me,”

“It isn’t really our story to tell. He’ll tell you when he’s ready. But since he said that, I figured he’d break up with Kira. He even told me he would, but I guess Kira’s still got him wrapped around her finger,”

“I’m sure he has a good reason. I didn’t like TJ for a long time, but I’ve seen the way he acts around you. Something lights up in him, Cy. He makes you happy, and I think you make him happy, too,”

“You really think so?”

“I do,”

Andi was interrupted by Buffy storming back into the house. She sat down next to TJ, silent.

“From the lack of blood on your clothes, I take it you didn’t kill Kira?” TJ remarked.

“I was close, but no. She did leave, though,”

TJ breathed a sigh of relief, prompting Buffy to urge him to talk to Cyrus, “I know you like him,” she gestured towards the kitchen, where Cyrus and Andi were still peering at the other boy, “you should talk to him,”

“You’re right, Driscoll. For once, I actually mean it,” TJ stood up halfway but sat back down, “But I have no idea what to say,”

“Just say ‘hi’ and see what happens. You two have never had trouble finding things to talk about before,”

“Yeah, turns out, we’re a lot alike,”

TJ nodded and stood up all the way. He took a deep breath and made his way to the kitchen. Andi smirked and speed walked into the living room to sit next to Buffy.

***

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” TJ asked, twiddling his thumbs, barely looking at Cyrus.

“I was actually just about to ask you the same thing,” Cyrus replied, “Let’s go to Andi Shack. It’s more private than—” he looked over at Buffy and Andi, who were staring intently at the two boys, “here,”

Cyrus led TJ to the backyard and into Andi Shack. “Isn’t Andi going to kill you for being here without her permission?” TJ asked as he fumbled in the dark for a light switch.

“Not necessarily,” TJ looked up in confusion, “It depends on how this conversation goes,”

“I see,”

After carefully moving pieces of art and art materials, the two sat down on a tattered bench covered in old paint.

“So, Kira, huh?” Cyrus started.

“I know what I said, Cy, but, it’s just—”

“Complicated, I got it,” he paused, “What you told me the other day, you were being serious?”

“Of course, I was. I’d never joke about that,”

Cyrus smiled at TJ, but TJ’s face was still full of worry.

“What is it?” asked Cyrus.

TJ stared at Cyrus blankly for a few moments, “I think you’re really great, Cyrus,” his eyes shifted down to the floor, “and I,” TJ gulped.

“TJ it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to say. My parents say that’s almost as bad as bottling—”

“Can I kiss you at midnight?” TJ interrupted, causing Cyrus to go pale, his eyes wider than an owl’s.

“Can you—” Cyrus trailed off, unable to speak.

“Never mind, it was a dumb question. You probably don’t want to, anyway. I guess this conversation didn’t go as well as Andi had hoped and we’re probably dead meat,”

“Teej,” Cyrus called, as he noticed TJ getting up to leave, “you can,”

“I can?” TJ said, turning around to face Cyrus, subconscious smiles creeping onto their faces.

Cyrus simply nodded and stood up to hold the other boy’s hand, “It’s getting cold. We should go back inside,”

They switched off the light and went back into the house.

***

“Bex, Bowie! There’s less than an hour left, set the food out in the living room!” shouted Cece from the kitchen.

“Coming, I’m coming,” Bowie pulled her up off the couch and gently pushed her towards the kitchen, following not far behind.

“I think Cyrus and TJ made up,” Bex told Bowie, eyeing the boys as they entered the house.

“Why do you invest yourself in the lives of thirteen-year-olds, Rebecca?” questioned Cece, handing each one a tray stacked with sandwiches and cake.

“When were TJ and Cyrus fighting?” asked Bowie, walking out of the kitchen with his trays as well as Bex’s.

“I’m sure Andi will be glad to know I pay more attention to her rambling than her own father,” she replied, cheekily, taking the trays from Bowie and setting them down on the coffee table.

The kids immediately took notice of the food and stampeded towards the table. An assortment of compliments towards Cece’s were spoken by food-filled mouths.

***

With less than 2 minutes till the end of the year and a room full of satisfied stomachs and neighbourhood friendly music, the seven of them stood around the living room. Bowie and Bex were already standing in the corner, ready for midnight. Andi and Buffy were sitting on one side of the couch, somehow still eating the remaining chips, as they waited for the countdown. Cece was just trying not to fall asleep but gave in and went upstairs after reminding the kids (including Bex and Bowie) to clean up whatever mess they make. Cyrus was sitting next to Buffy, and TJ was sitting next to Cyrus.

The kids’ conversation was a long, muffled noise to the outside listener, but as the clock neared twelve, the chaos turned into a countdown.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,” Cyrus and TJ turned towards each other, barely three inches apart. The rest of the room faded to a big blur. It was just the two of them and there was no going back now.

“Three, two, one.”

As the rest cheered, “Happy New Year!” TJ had his hands gripped around Cyrus’ waist, and Cyrus’ hands were entangled in the other boy’s hair. Their eyes were closed tight, lips together, indifferent to the world.

The boys pulled away at the same time, when they realised the cheering had stopped. They opened their eyes to four people staring at them in disbelief.

“They really made up, huh?” added Bowie, breaking the silence. The rest chuckled as the new year began.

***

The next morning, the four kids went to The Spoon to meet up with Jonah.

“I apparently missed a lot,” Jonah stated, watching Cyrus and TJ walk in, hand in hand.

“Not much,” Cyrus chuckled and turned to TJ, who was trying to refrain from smiling.

“Baby taters?” Amber asked, approaching the table, “and happy new year, by the way!”

“Firstly, is that even a question, and secondly, you too, Ambs,” Andi blushed.

“So, that’s baby taters and,” her expression turned grim, “TJ, Kira came by earlier asking for—”

“Hey, Kippen, you got a second?” It was Kira. Again.

TJ stood up, “Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of them,” Amber slowly backed away.

“Okay,” Kira looked around the table, “fine. I’m sorry. What I did to you was vindictive and, if I’m being honest, I mostly did it to get back at Buffy,” she mouths ‘sorry’ to Buffy, “It was wrong. I saw TJ and thought I had a chance but then Cyrus came along, and I figured, ‘why not?’”

“You still made two people feel badly about themselves just for being who they were,” retorted Buffy.

“Sometimes there’s a nice person trying to get out. I guess I still haven’t figured out how to do that. My parents told my neighbours what I told Buffy. I didn’t realise how much that would hurt someone. I’m sorry.” She walked out of the diner without a second glance.

“Well, at least she knows how to apologise unlike some of us,” Buffy joked.

“Hey!” TJ responded, “I can say—"

“Teej,” Cyrus gestured at his hands under the table. He put up three fingers, then two, then one, and gave TJ a quick kiss on the lips before changing the conversation, “So, Andi. Amber, huh?”

[imhereforthetryus]

Did you know the moonlight reminds me of you?

(How the bench scene i think will go heavy warning for pointless dialogue driven but it to make it feel natural)

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18636964/chapters/47158543

When TJ first saw Cyrus he loved him, who wouldn't love Cyrus, those brown puppy eyes would be the death of him, and truthfully he wouldn't mind, he never minded but then he did mind, when Kira got in his face, telling him how much of a freak he was wanting to do a costume with Cyrus she didn't say it but it was implied, everything Kira said was implied so that made texting her was always the most mentally draining activity he couldn’t tell her true motives from behind the screen, but ducks they were innocent no way could ducks go wrong, but with Kira it did, he knew he shouldn’t have gone on those swings but he did and when he got home and his mom said Cyrus came by, his face lit up until she said he looked like he was crying and even though TJ didn’t know why he knew someway that it was Kira fault so he unofficially dumped her as a friend of course because despite what all of Shadyside and Cyrus thought Kira was just a friend and that was being generous and when he worked up the courage, taking a glance at himself he headed to the Party.

TJ wasn’t really ignoring Cyrus as much as he could, not dodging him everywhere but then again he wasn't making an effort to actively seek Cyrus out and even though Cyrus was still happy it pained him to imagine the sad look on his face when he came to TJ house, but he couldn’t wouldn't look for him, he was too much of a coward to look for him and every time he shut himself up before approaching Cyrus a pang was sent to his heart so much that he needed to go outside and take a breath of air, he sat on the bench watching the nightfall and he heard Cyrus before he saw him

“Is it okay if i sit” Cyrus smiled, TJ nodded “sure” trying to mimic Cyrus shrug, they laughed “Sooooo..How are you and Kira doing” and this time TJ noticed he noticed Cyrus frown and jealousy in his eyes, the way he avoided looking at TJ

“Were not friends anymore” Cyrus tried to hide his smile unsuccessfully

“You guys were just friends” Cyrus said disbelief written all over his face

TJ laughed “I told you that already”

“I guess I never really listened”

“And i never really paid attention to how you felt about Kira, Im sorry Cyrus”

“What do you mean I didn’t really i uh”

“Hey Underdog don't hurt yourself” Cyrus laughed

“I guess I never really liked her” He admitted

TJ smiled “I let you in on a secret neither did i”

“I thought you would replace me with her”

“Never You mean way more to me than her”

“I wish” Cyrus mumbled his hands twitching stupid how could he say that out loud

“Cyrus is there anything you want to tell me” TJ asked putting his arm on Cyrus shoulder his voice soft and raspy

“I-i uh like you a lot more than a lot and not in a friends way because im gay and i like you so much that i want to kiss you but i cant and you probably hate me and never want to talk to me again..understandable i go” Cyrus blushed his thoughts were a million tear were pouring from his eyes

“Stay” TJ smiled “For me”

Cyrus sat back down

“I like you too Cyrus i liked you since forever, I could never hate you”

“Promise” he sniffed not processing completely what TJ said “you-u like me to,” he said quietly like a little kid

“Duh” TJ smiled

“So what are we”

“Whatever you want us to be Chocolate Chip Muffin”

“Boyfriends?”

“Boyfriends” Cyrus leaned in towards TJ and kissed him the world slowed down, TJ blushed and Cyrus was sure TJ blushing was the cutest thing ever, he hugged TJ shivering a bit

“So what does TJ stand for” TJ sighed

“Promise you wont make fun of me it really embarrassing ” Cyrus smiled and held out his pinky

“Tuke Jullen it was my grandpa name”

“That a great name” Cyrus lied said “I love it for you”

“Thanks i guess”

“You know the moonlight reminds me of you”

“How?”

“It just does i dont know how to explain it”

“You figure it out lets go inside” Cyrus nodded, TJ wrapped his fingers around Cyrus fingers

Buffy smirked knowingly “You lovebirds done yet”

“Oh hush Driscoll i call Marty over”

“Cyrus control your boyfriend”

“Nah” they laughed

“But seriously you guys go” Buffy shoved them

“We’re going we’re going” TJ picked a song i'm coming out, all star, Cyrus sighed at his boyfriend antics boyfriend were boyfriend now and as he sang along with TJ he was sure there was nothing else he rather be

Yeah yeah i know it ooc but this was written with writer block for the am fandom gimme a break