Oh gosh i finally finished it after like a week. And after another week i finally remembered who requested it

planetnamyk is this what you wanted? Its not pre-established relationship, but its cute first meetings and carnival fun sooo.., maybe? And omg im sorry this took so long xD
But yes, i hope you enjoy!!!
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Tyler stares out at the crowd in front of him, grumbling under his breath at the sight. Evan catches sight of Tyler, and waves excitedly.

"Tyler! Tyler come on! Brock's gonna kick my ass if we're late!" Evan grabs Tyler by the wrist, leading them both through a sea of people.

Of course, being Tyler, he can't help but groan loudly and drag his feet. "Fuck dude, I don't even like these shitty things! What do I care if we're late?!"

Evan gives Tyler a glare. "What do you mean you don't like carnivals?! Everyone likes carnivals!"

"I mean, I don't like the loud music or all the food or rides or people or-"

"I get it, I get it. That's not gonna stop me from keeping you here," Evan scolds. "You're gonna come to the carnival with me and Brock and you're gonna enjoy it, alright?"

"What am I gonna enjoy, third wheeling you and Brock?" Tyler snorts dismissively, quickly considering his options in his head.

He could always yell and claim he's being kidnapped, but nobody would believe him due to their size difference, probably. Tyler could also overpower Evan and escape, but then Brock would probably yell at him and get all angry, and an angry Brock was something Tyler never wants to experience ever again.

So he groans in defeat, straightens up, and allows Evan to pull him along.

Worst comes to worst, he can always make a run for it while Evan and Brock make out on a ferris wheel or something.

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Tyler had been left on his own. That wasn't a surprise.

But considering how Evan had been his ride, and was now nowhere to be found, it seems like Tyler is stuck here for the time being.

While left on his own, Tyler had come to a few conclusions. The main one was that all in all, this stupid carnival had one good thing. Just one.

That one good thing was this one ride where Tyler had made himself at home. He had no idea what it was called, or why nobody liked it, but he was having fun.  There was something fun about being spun around in circles thirty feet off the ground.

Not to mention the games. As simple and boring as they were, Tyler was really good at knocking bottles over, he had learned, and Tyler felt proud of himself for finding a way to kill time that he actually enjoyed.

It was when he had to leave that shit got crazy.

Tyler had gotten hungry, so naturally, he goes off to find something to eat. Maybe a hot dog or some cake would make him feel better, he had decided.

But before he could even get to a food stand, he comes across a guy in a big, bright blue hoodie walking around like some kind of weirdo while carrying a shitload of food.

Tyler tries to move out of the guy's way, but the guy falls straight against his chest with a small grunt. He manages to save the guy's cotton candy and hot dog, but the rest goes falling to the floor.

"Aw man," is all the guy says, not even sounding sad about his food.

Tyler has to hold back a laugh as he hands the guy back his food. "Shit dude, is that really all you have to say?  You drop like three meals worth of food and all you say is "oh man?" Jesus, buddy, what hurt you?"

The other guy shrugs, not even looking up at Tyler. It is now that Tyler notices how small and upset the other seems.

"Hey," Tyler says, this time trying to be sweeter. "Are... Are you okay?"

The guy shrugs. "I dunno. Today is shitty."

"Well, why is it shitty?" Tyler takes the hot dog out of his hand, shamelessly beginning to bite into it. This guy clearly wasn't gonna eat it anytime soon.

"Because... Because my date- she- she fucking ditched me, man," the guy says, voice shaky. "I don't know what I did wrong, either..."

To his surprise, the guy suddenly stomps the cotton candy into the ground with a frustrated growl.

Tyler decides to take action, and quickly grabs onto the smaller's shoulders. "Hey, dude, come on now. I doubt you're that bad of a date." He pauses for a moment to tilt the stranger's head up so he could see what the guy looked like.

And admittedly, Tyler would be lying if he said he didn't like what he saw. Messy black hair was visible under the hood, falling in front of big, pretty blue eyes glassy with tears. Tyler also took note of the tiny freckles that dotted his face, all around his nose and cheeks and some trailing down to his neck. His face was slightly red, and his eyes made it look like he had been crying.

"Well- well she thought I was-"

"Look," Tyler whispers softly. "Forget about that bitch, whoever the hell she is, okay? My name is Tyler, and I'm gonna be your new date tonight. You wanna come win some cute-ass stuffed animals with me?"

The guy sniffles lightly and nods, smiling a little. "Y-yeah," he says softly. "Yeah."

Tyler smiles at this, reaching down and grabbing his hand. "Come on, let's go to the games. I swear, you will wanna suck my dick when you see how good I am at throwing things. You ever wanted a man that can beat every carnival game in existence? You have one right here, dude. Trust me, I'm gonna win you the best prize there is, baby, whatever you want."

His date nods again, and they're off. The next hour or so is spent with them running around and trying everything they see.

Eventually, it comes down to them and a haunted house. Tyler is still holding his date's hand, his other hand holding a small stuffed pig he had won. He looks over at his date....

And then Tyler realizes he still doesn't know his date's name.

"What's your name, dude?"

"It's Jonathan. Why you wanna know, huh?"

Tyler smirks and pulls Jonathan closer. "Because it's kinda weird when you don't know your date's name, you dumb fuck."

Despite his seemingly harsh words, Tyler is grinning at Jonathan excitedly. A nice name for a dorky looking dude like him.

Jonathan grins back at Tyler, holding a big blue teddy bear (that Tyler won for him, just saying) close to his chest. "Are we gonna go in?"

"Depends. How much of a little bitch are you, Jonathan? I doubt a guy like you is gonna go completely unfazed." Tyler pulls Jonathan along, going up the steps to the haunted house.

"No! Noo, Tyler, don't do this to me- AAH FUCK IT'S A ZOMBIE BITCH!"

Jonathan screams as someone jumps out at him, practically melting into Tyler's side. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes what just happened, and he laughs.

Tyler laughs too, because holy shit this guy has a cute little laugh. He then pushes Jonathan in front of him and smirks. "Come on, Jon. You're gonna go in front. Have fun, babe!"

The rest of the haunted house isn't all that scary. Jonathan spends the time gasping and talking excitedly about all the decorations, along with the occasional startled screech or little incoherent babbles when scared.

Tyler spends his time silently cooing over Jonathan. He never realized that a human being could be this dorky or cute or just... perfect, in general.

They walk out of the haunted house, Jonathan walking ahead of Tyler with a bounce in his step. When Tyler catches up to him, Jonathan smiles brightly and hugs Tyler. "Can we go in again? Please please please?"

Tyler thinks it over and shrugs. "I dunno, dude. I'm kinda hungry. I...." Tyler falls silent as he sees Evan and Brock in the distance.

"Hey! Tyler, Tyler, we found you!" Evan comes running over to Tyler and Jonathan, Brock right behind him.

"Hey, how you guys doing?" Tyler speaks as casually as he can. Jonathan is shying away into Tyler's arms now, hiding his face.

"Good," Brock says. "Who's this?"

Tyler hugs Jon tightly. "He's my date," Tyler says, offering no further explanation.

Evan gives him a bewildered look. "We left you alone for two hours and you get a boyfriend? What the fuck?!"

Jonathan mumbles something inaudible. Tyler knows what he wants to say (or at least he hopes he does) and gives Evan a stern look.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just my date. We just met today, Jesus, buddy. We're not all sappy fucks like you and Brock are." Tyler then nudges Jon gently. "Jon, this is Evan and Brock. Guys, this is Jonathan, we're gonna go make out in the photo booth over there."

Before anyone can begin to question what Tyler's said, Tyler scoops Jonathan up in his arms and carries him into said photo booth.

Jonathan looks up at him curiously. "Are we really gonna make out?"

"It depends," Tyler admits. "You wanna go on another date? An official date, I mean. You, me, and some dinner."

Jon smirks. "If I say yes, can we make out?"

Tyler snickers. "Of course, babe. Come here and gimme a kiss." Their lips meet right after, Jonathan laughing into the kiss as Tyler pulls him into his lap.

And as they make out in the photo booth, Tyler decides that there's three good things at this dumb carnival. The rides, the stuffed piggy at his feet, and Jonathan.

But Jonathan was probably the best thing here, and Tyler couldn't wait to take Jon out on a much better date.  He was gonna woo the absolute shit out of this cutie pie.