Archive of Our Own

Eraser yawned, rubbing his eyes as his elbows rested on the counter. He was so, so fucking bored right now. Throughout the day, only ONE customer came in, and all they got was just a cake pop. Thankfully, it was nearing the end of his shift.

Eraser smiled as he heard the door open, his favorite customer walking through it. Snowball walked up to the counter, resting his elbow on the counter. "Hey, Snow. What's up?" Snowball laughed. "You won't BELIEVE what happened, man. This 13-something boy shat in the terminal, in the fucking fountain." Eraser chuckled. "That's fucking insane."

Snowball leaned closer to Eraser's face. "So, you wanna go out tonight?" The other boy blushed, a smile spreading across his face. "Y- yeah! Let me close up shop after I make your order." Eraser already knew what Snowball wanted. A peppermint mocha, just for him. They usually only sell it during the holidays, but Eraser made an exception for his best customer. Eraser handed it to Snowball and was handed back some money. They left Starbucks together. Not before Eraser locked the doors, though.

It was around 8pm. Snowball grabbed Eraser's hand and lead him out of the airport and into the big, bustling city that was only a few minutes away. "I know this REALLY good steak place. Eraser smiled. "Steak? That's a bit expensive. I don't get paid-" "I'm paying." Snowball cut Eraser off. "N- no! It's okay! I can just get something che-" "Please, it's my treat." Eraser flushed and nodded.

They arrived at the restaurant, which was called Gelatin's Steakhouse. "This place looks super nice," Eraser said, fiddling with his hoodie strings. "And expensive," he added, mumbling. Snowball gently squeezed Eraser's hand. "It's okay, you can get whatever you want." They soon were sat at their table and given menus.

"I'll get- uhm. A salad." Eraser quietly said. He wanted a steak, but those were hella expensive and- "No, it's okay, get whatever you want." Snowball interrupted Eraser's train of thought. Eraser smiled softly, blushing again. "Thank you."

They both ordered sirloins, and god was it good. Eraser hasn't had a steak since he graduated High School at 18, and now he's 23. It's been too long, way too long. They both left the building, happily chatting away.

"You wanna go back to my place?" Snowball asked, taking Eraser's hand into his once again. Eraser nodded, his stomach full of butterflies and his heart racing. Snowball called a taxi, which quickly took them home. Nothing significant happened, except for the two talking throughout the whole night. That was when Eraser popped the question.

They were both lying in Snowball's bed, staring at the ceiling. "Hey, Snow?" Snowball turned off his back onto his side, now facing Eraser. "What's up?"

Eraser gulped.

"Uhm. Do you wanna be, you know, uhm. Maybe my, uh-" "Eraser, hon, I can't understand what you're saying. Compose yourself." Eraser played with his hair. "Do you wanna, uhm. Date me?" Snowball's eyes widened. Fuck.

Fuck shit fuck.

"Yeah. I do." The other said with a soft smile. He never smiled like that; it was always a toothy grin or smirk on his face, not a tiny smile. A cute smile.

Eraser giggled. "Really? Aw, uhm. Is this the part where we make out?" Snowball cackled. After a few seconds, Eraser joined in, the both of them laughing until they couldn't breathe anymore. It took a minute or two for them to calm down.

"Yeah, I think it is."

Eraser leaned in, his heart pounding. That's when Snowball started to look uncomfortable. "Is- is everything alright?" Snowball flushed red and vigorously nodded. "Yeah, sorry, I get nauseous when I get nervous." He then smiled again. God fucking dammit, that damn smile. "Heh, you're too cute for me to-" Then he shot up and heaved. "FACK. FUCK." Eraser sat up as well, patting and rubbing his now-boyfriend's back. Snowball buried his face in his hands.

"I'm so sorry. God, this is embarrassing. Ack." Eraser nodded. "Take your time. I don't want you to hurl."

After a few minutes, Snowball was back to normal. He opened his mouth to speak, but Eraser shushed him. "It's okay. I promise I totally will not make fun of you for the rest of our days." Snowball giggled at that. He wrapped his arms around him, burying his head in the crook of Eraser's neck.

"I always loved you."

Eraser giggled. "Me too."