Heartbroken Worries {Dave.S x Reader x John.E}2/3

A few months had passed and John finally had gotten the courage to ask you out on a date much to your absolute happiness. John treated you so much better than Dave ever had. You questioned why you wasted so much time on him when you could’ve been making memories with men like, John.

“Now knowing you John this is going to be an embarrassingly cheesy date, am I correct?” You smiled leaning against the boy as his hand intertwined with yours.

“I wouldn’t call it cheesy but…”

“Would Karkat?”

“Probably.” He smiled sheepishly down at you.

“Then I’m in for a real cheesy treat~” You giggled leaning up and kissing the boy’s cheek. John tried to hide his blush but you gave him a knowing smirk as he continued to lead you down the park trail, “Can I get any clues as to where we’re going?”

“Nope~”

“Thought so.” You walked in comfortable silence for a few more minutes and then John turned off the trail and through some thicket, you made it through with no cuts from branches thanks to John who held them once he had already hit them as to keep you looking wonderful. You came to a clearing near a large lake, in the middle of the clearing sat a picnic blanket scattered with food. Adorning the tress around the clearing were fairy lights, they reminded you of stars.

Your eyes grew wide as you took in the sight a large smile on your face, you didn’t see John look down at you adoration twinkling in his eyes. “This is so pretty John!” You squealed hugging the man from the side, he turned and wrapped his arms around you. You felt his chin atop your head, “I can tell this is going to be the best first date ever.” You mumbled into his chest, he gave you a firm squeeze and you giggled.“How did you even do all of this?” You let John lead you towards the picnic as he explained that a gentlemen never reveals his secrets. You both sat down and ate an endless amount of food while having a cheeky banter about your lives, ships and everything that fell in between.

“Tonight has been really nice John.” You smiled.

“This is just the beginning (y/n)!” John grinned and stood holding his hand out for you. You took his hand and he pulled you into his chest before whistling loudly, out from behind the thicket in the lake appeared a man rowing a boat. Like the ones you had seen photos of in Italy on armbook! Were they called Gondolas? You couldn't remember. The man rowed the boat over to the shallows.

“Ah John, (y/n) it’s lovely to see the two of you on such a fine night!”

“Indeed it is sir!” John grinned at your awestruck look.

“Hello sir.” You waved at him before John put one foot on the boat and then one stayed firmly on the ground. “We don’t want you getting wet just yet~" He winked at you, "Take my hand.” You placed your hand in John’s and he scooped you up before placing you feet first on the boat. You quickly found your footing and sat down on the other end of the small wooden rowing boat. John then got on and sat beside you.

“Look at the reflection of the moon in the water.” John pointed and you gasped, it looked so pretty even with the ripples from the man rowing.

“Are we going there?” You pointed at a small island gazebo in the middle of the lake. He nodded.

“Yes.” You looked back to John and your noses bumped, you froze your breath catching itself in your throat. Sure you had cheek pecks often enough but you had never actually kissed on the lips before, you both wanted it to be special and what could be more special than this? You watched as his eyes flickered to your lips and then back at your eyes, yours did the same. You watched as he leant forward slowly his eyes closing. You took a deep breath and began to lean in, your eyes almost closed when your lips were only an inch apart. The boat hit something and you freaked and grabbed the closest thing to you, which was John.

“We are at the gazebo!” The man yelled, you were panting as your heightened heart rate began to slow down. Your widened eyes were glued to John’s who broke the gaze and you saw the glare he sent the rowing man. John stood slowly and held out a hand for you, one foot on the gazebo and the other on the boat. He lowered you onto the gazebo and you smiled at him in thanks. John whispered something to the man and he rowed off with a frown.

“John?” He turned to you and ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah?”

“We’ve never talked about pet names I've only just now realised.”

“You want me to call you snookums?”

“Duh!” You laughed with John who made his way towards you, he took a remote out of his pocket and clicked something. A soothing light swing song came from speakers somewhere and John’s hands found your hips. “I just think that everyone has really cute pet names and we don’t is all.”

“What would you like me to call you babe?”

“Call me that.” When John called you that it sounded affectionate but Dave always made it sound condescending and ironic. You had never used that word since he had left, nor had you drunk apple juice either. “I’ll call you…” You smiled, “Honey.” You always called Dave that, John smiled.

“Sounds good.” You wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled, as if on cue another song started to play that you knew all too well. “My anaconda don’t-“ You hadn’t even let the song finish the phrase before you burst out laughing. You began to sing along watching John laugh as you began to dance terribly, the chorus came and you began to twerk jokingly of course. You almost jumped when you saw John appear by your side. “My anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t, my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun.” He sang off key before twerking next to you and then it was your turn to start laughing uncontrollably.

Once the song had ended the two of your stomachs were aching, the next song was the Macarena and again you were both dancing and laughing, after that was the nutbush then it was the Titanic Celine Dion song and you and John performed an extravagantly beautiful duet. Then it was finally a slow song, the ending song in Con Air and you knew John had put it in just to be, dare you say it, ironic.
You found yourself slow dancing to the song, “How could I live without you? If you ever go.”

“How could I breathe without you? I need to know.” You both sang in turns your lips growing closer with every phrase. This was it, this was the perfect time. You felt his lips press against yours and smirked at the familiar taste of chocolate chapstick. He was such a cutie. You felt him nibble on your bottom lip and you parted your lips obediently craving the small rubs and squeezes he was giving your hips. You pulled on his hair and pressed your body closer to his, your chests now flush.

You didn’t know how long the two of you had been kissing but it was long enough for your lungs to begin screaming at you to part and actually breathe. So you did. “I really like you (y/n), and I think I’m falling in love with you.” His words wracked your body as your heartbeat quickened.

“I think I’m falling for you too John.” Your eyes sparkled, reflecting the stars high above the two of you and without thinking you cupped the boy’s cheeks and pressed a long chaste kiss to his lips. You grinned, “Best first date, ever.”