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It's been about a month since you’ve confessed to Facty, and everything has been going incredible with them! You guys are extremely healthy and understanding with each other and you occasionally pop up in some videos with them, which makes them talk with more energy.
The one thing you’re quite worried about them finding out about you is gonna have to be your scars. They're old, yeah! Are you better now? Hell, ever since Facty came back into your life you’ve been more joyous. You’re just worried about their reaction and if they would see you differently if they spotted them.
You didn't want to worry them but you also didn’t want to keep it from them. Another problem you had was if you were gonna tell them how were you supposed to bring it up?
Goosebumps appear on your skin as the hairs on your arms stand up just thinking about it. How would they even react? You try to brainstorm. They would obviously be worried but facty looks for logic in most situations, what would they think the logic would be?
The main thing you're terrified of is them dumping you over it. Facty wouldn’t do that, they’re a sweetheart who you fell so deeply in love with but you couldn't help but still have the nagging voice in the back of your head.
Splashing cold water from the sink onto your face, your hand reaches for the nearby rag that's hung just next to Facty’s laundry basket. Hm. it was getting quite tall again, you’d have to remind them to clean and then help you fold them later.
Folding clothes together is one of the main things you do as a “date” since it's just you two spending time together making fun out of the stuff none of you enjoy. They're the reason chores could be so much fun at times and you knew it was the same for them but with you.
Once you exit the bathroom you hear that same, sweet voice calling out your name. You automatically call back out, curious as to what they need you for again.
“Yes, lovely?” You perk up, dusting off your sweater as you tug the sleeves down to your wrists. You look for them, before getting grabbed by your waist. You yelp before realizing who it is, you should’ve known. You turn to look at their cheeky face before you pinch the sides of their face and grab their glasses.
“Hey! I need those!” They giggle out. You coo out to them in a teasing manner, rejecting to give them back. “Mm, I think they’re mine now.”
After a bit more playing around you clear your throat. “I’m gonna go to the gas station, is there anything you want me to get for you?” They hum, before those eyes of theirs look at you in curiosity.
“Why not I just come with?”
You shrug, before shooting back a response. “Well, only if you stand behind me in line and promise you won't peek at what I'm buying for the picnic, okay?”
“Well with that logic, that means you have to wait in the car for me while not looking at what I’m getting you.”
They and you hold hands and shake, sealing the deal. You grab your wallet and your car keys, swinging the keys around your finger, a familiar gesture you enjoy doing almost as much as you enjoy playing with facty’s hair.
You step foot into your car while facty takes the seat next to you. You two listen to your shared music tastes, singing along with each other.
You pull into the parking lot and facty informs you on how to angle the way to park perfectly. You weren't really listening as you were bouncing off the heels of your feet, grinning.
Their hands intertwined with yours as you both happily entered the gas station. You part ways while looking for stuff you both would like.
It sounds extremely silly, but even though you guys have been friends for a few years and dating for about a month, you never found out if they like salty or sweet stuff. …or sour?
Tapping your foot in thought as your finger rests on your chin, you're standing in front of the candy aisle. Do they look like the type of person to enjoy sour candy?
…They totally do. You grab a bag– or two of sour skittles along with an extra bag of normal skittles just in case you were wrong. You also grab a bouquet that you hoped they would like.
And just to be a little extra you grab a few fidgets you were sure they would enjoy playing with while they ramble to you about some new fact they learned, or even just a fact you’ve heard before.
You walk up to check out your items of choice before walking out to the car, shooting them a quick text to alert them on how you finished and you’re waiting in the car for them.
Soon enough you catch them walking out to the car holding their own bag.
After a few hours of setting some stuff up with your outfit you have the picnic basket ready and you guys drive separately. When they catch sight of you in the outfit you're wearing they couldn't help but have their jaw open slightly, almost looking like the time they forgot their helmet!
When you see them, you can't hold back the smile that immediately spreads to your face along with the blush along with it. You walk up to them and immediately take the sight in now that you’re up close.
“You look pretty.” You state with a smile. They obviously give a lovesick grin back at you, taking your hand. “I couldn't help but notice you styled your hair differently tonight. It frames your face well. Did you take my advice about the headshape stuff?”
You let a laugh slip out at how quickly they realized. You turn to the side so you guys can start walking while you open your mouth to speak again. “I did, it looks nicer than I thought it would turn out.”
You both walk over to the tree where you planned it, and they froze midway.
“Facty? Is something up?”
They turn to you in horror.
A couple seconds of silence pass…
You start to get a twinge of sweat on your forehead. Did your sleeves roll up in front of them?
“We forgot the bug spray.”
Their words process just as the exhale escapes from your mouth, causing a groan to slip out instead. “Please tell me you're joking.. I didn't spend all this time just for mosquitoes to be the ones attached to my neck instead of you.”
“I'm being so serio– woah.” they flush slightly before brushing it off as you continue walking.
As you two trade what you got for each other along with placing some of the food you cooked with each other down the air gets a little toasty. You completely forget the reason why you wore a sweater and tug it off.
At first, you're taking a bite of the spaghetti, allowing the sauce and noodle groups to twirl around your fork while listening to them rambling. Then midway through twirling they pause and scoot closer.
Your eyebrows knit together as they stare at you. Well, they usually look in your eyes so where could their eyes be? Then you realize. Your pupils follow where theirs are currently boring and you freeze up slightly.
You sigh, placing the fork into the plate. You bring their chin up to look at you as you get ready to talk.
“Facty, I’m sorry you had to find out on our date night about.. My old struggles n’ stuff. I was planning on getting ready to tell you something like this wouldnt happen but I had.. Trouble deciding how I would break the news to you, it.. Wasn’t exactly gonna be easy to tell you, you know?”
They cleared their throat, grabbing your wrists as they examined them.
“I can’t believe.. How strong you are for beating this struggle. I knew something was up.. It made no sense to me why you constantly wore sleeves on days that would be a bit warmer than the rest. I’m just glad you told me because now I can do this!”
In an attempt to lighten the mood, they kiss over all the scars and it works well while they hum into your skin about how they find you just as beautiful as when their feelings started to catch.
Not only did they find out something about you that night, but you found out they were a bit bolder and took that comment you made about mosquitoes seriously. You’ll deal with covering the marks they left instead of covering the marks that showed just how strong you truly are.