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Moo Snuckel X Reader

2nd Person POV:

You slammed you hand down on your phone, fumbling with the lock screen for a few seconds before successfully turning your blaring alarm off. Sighing, you retracted your arm and flicked the hair out of your eyes; yawning loudly as you snuggled back into the comfort of your pillow.

"Just five more minutes..." You mumbled, closing your eyes and half-smiling as you fell back into the realm of unconsciousness.

Moo Snuckel's / Brock's POV:

The weak sunlight was streaming through my bedroom window as I chose my attire for the day, my mind focused on the girl I was due to meet in less than an hour. The girl of my dreams. I sighed, feeling a little depressed that I hadn't the courage to tell her before now – but this was a new year, a fresh start and possibly the only time I was going to get myself together and actually confess.

"Why can't I just tell her...?" I mumbled dejectedly, glancing at the small velvet box that lay innocently on my bed, a silver bow wrapped around the rectangular gift neatly; making it shine slightly in the feeble sunlight. I hardened my heart and clenched my fists – today was the day I would confess to her. I wouldn't shy away from it anymore, I couldn't. Not knowing how she felt was slowly killing me... and I loved her. I wanted so desperately for her to love me back; because she was my world, my everything. I laughed weakly and shook my head.

"So why can't I just tell her what I think? I wish I wasn't so – so awkward." Saying that, I grabbed my keys, shrugged my coat on and slipped the present in my pocket; before heading out the door and into the frosted winter morning.

2nd Person POV:

Your eyes flew open and you felt your stomach flip. What time was it? You glanced over at your phone, almost screaming when you saw it read 11:26.

"Shit! Shit, shit, fuck!" You cursed as you leaped from under your covers, frantically rushing to the bathroom. In under ten minutes you reappeared, simple makeup applied and wearing only your underwear. You threw open your wardrobe, picking out a tank top, fluffy pullover and some of your newer jeans. You glanced in the mirror, smiling gratefully as you realised you didn't look too catastrophically disastrous, which is always good. Especially when you'd only got up 15 minutes earlier. Your hair might've needed improving, but to be honest you was probably going to have your hood up anyway so... whatever. There was no time to mess with it anyway. You grabbed your phone and texted Brock – under to name 'Moo-Tang' – hoping you didn't screw up this whole meeting.

You: Omg im so sorry I overslept, b there in 10. Sorry again D:

And with that you ran for the door, and almost stepped onto the frost covered concrete before you realised you had no shoes on. You backtracked slightly, chose some sensible shoes and then exited your house, locking the door behind you, pocketing the keys and turning in the direction you had to go. Taking a deep breath, you began to run.

You pretty much sprinted all the way there, and by the time you skidded onto the right street you were doubled over and panting like a rabid dog. After a few moments you straightened up with a sigh, your cold breath freezing in the air and forming a fleeting silver cloud in front of your face. You childishly huffed out a few more before continuing to walk down the street. You spotted the purple sign of the coffee shop and your eyes were drawn to the solitary figure that stood outside, his eyes fixed on something across the road. You smiled and hoped he wasn't mad or upset with you for being late, because you already felt pretty guilty. As you approached you called out to him.

"Brock!" He turned his head and caught sight of you walking towards him, smiling cheerfully albeit being slight out of breath.

"You made it then?" He grinned and you nodded, checking your phone momentarily.

"Only 10 minutes late? Wow, I must be getting faster."

"You ran?" Brock said incredulously, whilst you just nodded again; feeling a little better knowing you weren't criminally late. "All the way here? You're crazy!"

"I know, but I didn't want to be late." You admitted, feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks; though you were probably flushed already so it wasn't that noticeable.

"For me? Aww, I'm so honoured!" Brock joked, though you noticed a slight variation in his tones as he refused to meet your eyes.

"You should be!" You huffed, crossing your arms in mock annoyance. Brock just laughed in reply as he began to walk down the street, making you jog slightly to catch up with him. "Wait, where're we going?"

"You'll see." And that was the only answer he'd give you. But, you followed nonetheless, stealing small glances at him as you walked side by side.

Moo Snuckel's / Brock's POV:

After we'd met up successfully, I decided where to go. I knew there was a place in the park nearby that had a hanging willow and housed a quaint bench underneath its boughs, overlooking the huge pond that was most likely semi-frozen over considering how cold it was this morning. I imagined it would look nice and kind of... romantic? I don't know, I just hoped she didn't mind me dragging her there after she'd run all the way to meet me; which I was really thankful for. I didn't really expect her to do that... but I was glad she did all the same. Despite claiming to have woken up late she still looked beautiful, glossy hair slightly ruffled but still cute, her eyes bright and face unblemished. Her clothes were super adorable too, but if I said that I think she'd probably die of embarrassment. She's like that – offer a compliment and she practically always goes bright red, not that I mind; I mean, she looks cute when she blushes too. I could already see the gates of the park when she must've realised where we were going, suddenly giving me a 'seriously?' look before laughing gently.

"The park? Brock you are such a child on the inside!"

"And you aren't?" I joked back, and she paused for a second before flashing me a drop dead gorgeous smile.

"Too right I am! Being old is no fun!" She pouted slightly, making my stomach flip and heart beat a little faster in my chest. I merely grinned and headed through the ornate gates, heading towards the pond. After a few minutes of walking the tree was in sight, and I heard a gasp from beside me.

"It's... beautiful."

"Yeah, it is." I replied, gazing up at the crystallized branches of the willow, and I couldn't help thinking it looked a little surreal. Suddenly I heard footsteps crunching in the snow, and I caught sight of her running ahead, laughing loudly, probably heading to look at the pond. I shook my head at her childishness and followed. Once I caught up with her, I saw the pond was indeed completely frozen, the clear sky reflecting of its glazed surface.

"Brock this place is so pretty in winter!"

"Yeah it is..." I agreed quietly, my gaze fixated on the thin layer of ice.

"Brock? Are you okay?" I felt the nerves grow in my abdomen and my heart began to speed up again. I turned and met her stare, her eyes betraying concern and... something else. I swallowed. It was now or never. I pulled the black velvet box from my pocket and offered it to her. She took it gingerly, eyeing the box with some sort of suspicion before carefully pulling the lid off and staring at the present inside. She pulled the necklace from the box carefully, eyeing the small pendant with awe and quiet appreciation.

"It's beautiful." She breathed, glancing up at me. "For me?"

"Y-yeah..." I replied, feeling the blush creep ever further up my face. She turned around and pulled her hair off the back of her neck.

"Can you fasten it for me?" I obliged, fiddling with the small clasp until I finally did it. She stepped back, letting go of her hair and looking down at it, a ridiculously big grin adorning her face.

"You like it?" I asked, though I guess I didn't really need to. I just didn't want an awkward silence, not now.

"Of course I do, it's really pretty! But... Why? Why me, Brock?"

"Because I like you. A lot. More than a friend." I blurted out, unable to stop myself. She looked shocked for a moment before leaning in and placing a small kiss on my lips. I melted into her warmth, feeling the real world momentarily slip away.

"Me too Brock." I took her hand and captured her in another kiss, delicate flakes of snow beginning to fall around us, spinning serenely onto the crystallized earth where we stood.

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