Gay OneShots/Fanfictions

Basically i didn't have WiFi for a weekend and I wrote a ton of (albeit unfinished) gay fanfictions/ one shots. And these are copied straight from my computer so I apologize for the unfinished stuff. [There will be 5SOS, Septiplier, Phan, Natepat, and I might take requests if you ask nicely] [also I have like descriptions for the first few bear with me okay?]



continuing onnn this chapter is reeally boring



    “So, this is my apartment.” Nate said, flinging to door open. “It's not much, and... oh jeez, it's messy, I'm really sorry about that.” Nate dashed around the apartment, throwing things in various cabinets and putting clothes into a basket. “Um, it's... I've got a pull-out couch right here, just let me move this out of the way...” Nate pushed a table out of the way, pulling out the bed. “Uh, is this okay?”

    Matt's eyes shone. “Nate, this is fantastic!”

    Heat rose in Nate's cheeks. “Really?” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

    “Yes!” Matt said. “It's a lot better than the shelter.” He smiled broadly. “Thanks, Nate.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Nate, hugging him tightly.

    Nate stiffened for a minute, his cheeks glowing bright pink. After a second, however, he returned the hug.

    Matthew stepped back. “Uh, I'm sorry. I won't hug you again, if it makes you uncomfortable.” His cheeks flushed a deep red.

    “N-no, it's alright.” Nate stuttered.

    “Anyways,” Nate said. “I'll order pizza. What do you want on it?”

    “Pepperoni?” Matt questioned.

    “Cool,” Nate said, picking up his phone.


    The doorbell rang. “Uh, pizza's here,” Nate said. The two had been awkwardly attempting to make conversation for twenty minutes while they waited for pizza. The television blared behind them, playing some strange television show neither of them had watched before.

    Nate opened the door to the pizza man. “Thanks.” He said, taking the pizza box from the guy.

    “Just sign here, and I'll leave you be.” The pizza man said flatly. His eyes were half closed, like he was attempting to sleep whilst he delivered the pizza.

    “Uh-huh.” Nate said, balancing the pizza with one hand while pressing the pen against the paper with the other. He shakily signed the receipt. “There you go.” He said, wrestling his wallet out of his pocket. He pressed a few bills into the man's outstretched hand. “That should be... good, alright? Bye.” Nate said, closing the door.

    “Pizza.” He said stupidly, placing it on the bed. “Uh, do you mind if I put it here?” He said.

    Matt shrugged. “I don't really care. My bed's been worse.”

    Nate's face colored. “Uh, why don't we put it down here instead,” he said, placing it on the floor next to the bed. “I'll get some plates, and, uh.”

    “Wanna watch television so that we don't have to try and make conversation?” Matt asked.

    Nate smiled. “Sounds great.”


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