So basically I had never really tried writing Panda before, and then these came up when I was trying to figure out how to do it.

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Tyler smiles warmly as the door in front of him opened, revealing Anthony with that silly smile on his face. He gasps lightly, eyes widening and face quickly flushing.

Anthony suddenly shuts the door in Tyler's face, a small cry of “Fuck!” being heard from him.

Tyler frowns, leaning against the door frame and adjusting the shitty blue tie he had wore for the occasion. “Anthony, you okay? Come on, baby. Don't be shy.”

“But I'm not even ready yet! I can't find my damn shirt!” Anthony's voice rings out from inside, making Tyler grip the doorknob cautiously.

“Is it okay if I come in, at least?”

“No! I'm half naked!”

Tyler chuckles under his breath. “So? I bet you still look great!”

“But I'm like a hairy pile of… of squish! Let me at least find my shirt!”

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this one was simply titled "shitty lemonade spite" and i have no idea why
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Anthony was a pretty normal kid, he liked to think. Yeah, he had a weird sense of humor, and yeah, he didn't have many friends, but….

Oh, who was he kidding? He was a fucking weirdo. He always had a tiny stuffed panda in his backpack, and he had this freaky laugh. Someone once described it as a “dying airhorn mixed with a sad wail.” What they meant by that was beyond Anthony's knowledge.

As much as he hated to admit it, Anthony knew he wasn't always the smartest. Sometimes he just wasn't paying attention.

This is how he ended up meeting Tyler, the school's resident bad boy. He was a monster of a boy, standing at a solid six feet tall and still growing. And for someone so young, only seventeen, he had quite a bit of muscle on him.

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this one is called wed(nesday wedding)
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“So… Anthony, the love of my goddamn life, will you marry me?” Tyler looks straight into Anthony's eyes, not daring to show any sign of nervousness or anxiety. Just the dazzling, classy Mr. Wildcat he always was.

But to his surprise, Anthony doesn't give him a yes or no. Instead, his eyes widen, tears beginning to fall as he covers his mouth with both of his hands.

And because this was far from what Tyler expected, he begins to panic. Standing up, Tyler quickly wraps both arms around Anthony and pulls him in for a hug.

“Baby,” he gasps. “What's wrong? Are- are you okay?” Tyler desperately wipes at Anthony's tears, ignoring the way the tears left little wet spots on this fancy-ass suit he borrowed just for the occasion.

Anthony looks up at Tyler, chubby cheeks wet with tears and eyes still big and glassy and all red and kinda puffy, and he smiles. This big, beautiful, sweet smile forms on his face, and Tyler's heart melts at the sight.

He leans forwards, resting his head on Tyler's chest with a small sigh. “I just… I'm just s-so happy, Tyler. I just- I…” Anthony pauses, a small, choked laugh coming from him. “I'm- I'm so sorry, Tyler, I didn't.. I didn't mean to get your suit all wet,” he gasps.

Tyler can't help the smile that forms on his face, or the sigh of relief that escapes him. He had been panicking over nothing.

“So… will you? Will you marry me, Anthony?” Tyler gently cups Anthony's face, holding him close.

Anthony nods, smile big and eyes sparkling with joy. “Yes, yes, yes, of course!”