Booorrrreeeeeeeeedddoooooooommmm

I'd love that, if your dad is alright with it 🥰 he replied. After a second he sent another text.
I can't help but imagine you blushing as well with that emoji and it makes me want to kiss your cheeks.
As he was typing Tirrell couldn't stop grinning the entire time. His younger brother gave him strange looks, even teasing him that his face looked dumb or something. The eldest pushed him away with an eye roll, and then stood to ask his mother about Friday.

Mother approved! 😊

(k but ima be busy for a long time and i came on just to say i'm ok)

(If you want?)
(today)

(aHHH ok lol)

Tirrell grinned as he saw Met in the near distance. Gods, he looked handsome. As usual, but still. His legs couldn't take it anymore and he changed into a light jog to embrace his boyfriend in a light embrace.
"I don't care if it hasn't been long, I'm just excited. And a bit nervous. I mean I'm sure your dad's nice and all, but I want things to go well, you know?" He was rambling. Tirrell's cheeks slightly reddened, realizing how fast his words were tumbling out. Pushing away a few strands of hair, he released Met from the hug to look up at him.
"I guess what I really want is to get the okay to stay over."

(I GTG BUT I WILL BE ON TODAY)

Tirrell frowned a moment feigning sadness before grinning again. "Oooh, protective dad alert~" he said teasingly. "I really hope this goes alright though. I almost wish we were having that great lasagna you made last time," he added, humming after it. The younger was really a sucker for italian. He liked about anything though.

"Oh joy," Tirrell said, a hint of nerves in his tone. Though, the idea of steaks did sound good. Honestly, he had thought that dinner would have been around an hour after school, not immediately. It was a good thing that he had a lighter lunch then. "But yeah. I'm ready," he finished, taking Met's hand in his own.

Meanwhile, Andre was at home, now setting a perfectly seared steak onto each of the three plates on the counter. Each plate was paired with a generous salad as well, dessert finishing in the oven. He wanted to put up a good front for both boys. A. to keep Met calm about the situation, and B. to not scare off the boy his son was bringing home if he turned out to be fine. Met could be trusted with this. No way was he going to let some manipulative jerk into his life again. Sighing, the adult finished up a few final touches before setting out salad dressings on the table as well as the meal itself. Humming, he realized he also needed to grab a few glasses for drinks as well.

Andre smiled hearing the familiar tone of his son. The table was set nicely as well. Stepping away from the table, he looked over towards the door. The other boy was smaller than Met, which was expected, and seemed to have a bit of an Asian background. Secretly he hoped the boy's parents weren't too strict with him. He remembered a friend who was often grounded to the house to watch over her siblings while the parents worked. It sounded rough. His hair was also longer and wavy paired with cold colored eyes, yet there was warmth in them. Perhaps he wouldn't have to be as hard on Tirrell as he thought. He watched as the smaller boy asked Met nervously if he should take off his shoes to be polite.
"Dinner's ready. Anything in particular you'd like to drink?" Andre asked politely. Tirrell looked a bit nervous before giving a vague response.
"I'm not picky, sir."
"Tea? Water? A soda or something?" the adult offered, already making his way towards the fridge.
"Um, just water," Tirrell replied, pushing a strand of hair behind his ears. The boy squeezed Met's lightly before taking a small breath. Dinner wasn't the issue. It was impressing Met's dad enough to let him stay over.
The adult hummed before looking at his son. "Met?" he asked, waiting for his response for what he wanted as well.

(I had to look up my own boi because I forgot what he looked like lollll)
(I might change him a bit tho)

(hair wise I mean)

His shoes landed with a quiet tap. When he looked up, he saw Met wave him over to the table. Tirrell looked up into Met's eyes a moment. Understanding the silent command, the boy did as he was told. Feeling himself being scooted in, butterflies began to form in his chest again. Not entirely due to nerves this time. It was because of how gentleman like his boyfriend was being. It was charming saying the least.
Andre came to the table with the drinks, setting each glass in the respective place: Milk for Met (owo), water for Tirrell, and some brand of cola for himself.
"Ah… Thank you, sir-"
"Stop that," the adult interrupted with a small shake of his head. Tirrell didn't know whether to be relieved, concerned, or confused. Met's father hadn't used a harsh tone. Andre began cutting his steak as he spoke again. "Just Andre is fine. Don't worry about all that formal talk," he finished, a small smile forming on the adult's face.
First name basis, that's good.

(…)

(OH MY GOD MY PARAGRAPH WASN'T THERE FOR LIKE A SOLID MINUTE AND I GOT SO ANGRY)

(bro im sorry my motivation for fluff is gone lmao all i can think is angst so time for just COA replies for awhile)