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Central Park- MyronxYork

Myron skipped into the kitchen, their skirt flowing behind them. They stopped at the entrance, watching as York packed food into a basket. "Where are we going?"

York smiled and looked at his partner, catching a glance of the yellow bracelet. "You look pretty."

"Shut up", Myron muttered, looking at their banana socks. "And you didn't answer my question."

"We're going on a picnic, love", York answered, placing KapriSuns into the basket. "We haven't been on one in a while."

"I guess you're right", Myron mumbled, thinking. They and York used to go on picnic dates all of the time, but since the pandemic, they've kind of been...stuck. They did get to spend a lot of time together, and grow in many areas- which is why Myron is almost graceful for it- but picnics were always the best. "Where are we going?"

"Central Park", York sighed, closing the basket. He turned to look at his partner, who flopped down. "I know, but the memories."

"All of my worst experiences happened there", Myron whined, looking up slightly. "It's like the land of bad luck."

"That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"Ooh, big words."

York rolled his eyes and walked over to Myron, picking them up. He hugged them and kissed their forehead. "I'll buy you a slurpee after."

"Really?" Myron snuggled further into their boyfriend's chest. York chuckled and brought a hand to his hair.

"Promise."

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"See?" York looks around, finding a nice place to sit. "This ain't so bad."

"You're quite the optimist", Myron smiles, sitting next to him. "Usually, you're like a more dangerous version of Davey."

"I'm not like Davey."

"Said his ego."

York gave Myron a look, which they copied. The two of them stared at each other before Myron broke eye contact, trying to hide their blush.

York grabbed his face and kissed his nose then his hand, causing them to blush harder. "You're cute."

"Y-yeah", Myron nodded, clearing their throat. "So...food."

"It's nice."

"I'm not really hungry."

"My."

"Y. It's weird how our names rhyme, huh? Like, what a coincidence."

York nodded, chuckling softly. They can eat later. "How so?"

"Well, we're dating. You're Y, I'm My, which makes me the Y guy's guy."

York burst into laughter, getting some odd looks from strangers. "Where'd you come up with that?"

"My head", Myron shrugged, grabbing a CapriSun. "Hey, I haven't see one of these in forever. These and Danimals. Those were the best. But not better than Yoplait. Man, eating Yoplait made me feel grown up. What about you? What was your favorite treat growing up?"

York lay on his side as Myron sat up. "I don't know. I guess I was a cracker fan."

"Which ones? There's Ritz, those circus ones- ooh, what about the ones with the melted stuff on it? Those were heavenly."

York laughed, shaking his head. "I love you."

"I know", Myron giggles, laying down with him. "And I love you, too."

"Hey, baby", York starts, looking at them. "Would you want to get married?"

Myron sighed, tapping their fingers against their hand. "Yeah. But that's also a lot of pressure."

"Yeah, I guess", York nodded. "We'd have to plan and junk-"

"No, no, not for planning", Myron shook their head, making York confused. "I'd have to figure out if I'd want to wear a dress or a suit."

York laughed, missing Myron's eye roll. "I'm serious! It's a hard decision."

"Just wear you want, hun", York chuckled, kissing their forehead. "You look great in anything."

"Well, I know that", Myron smiles, placing their head on his chest. "Tell me something I don't know."

"How much I love you."

"Saaaaaaaap."

"You like it", York smiled, kissing them again. He sat up, pulling the picnic basket toward him. "PB&J?"

"Is it grilled?" Myron sat up, looking at York innocently. York smiled.

"Of course", York states, grabbing the sandwich. "I don't think I've ever see you eat a PB&J any other way."

"And you never will", Myron muttered, taking the sandwich. "I'm too powerful of a being."

"Loving your confidence."

"How else do you think I get through the world?"

York laughed, wrapping an arm around them. "I just assumed you kicked people down and walked over them."

"That feels metaphorical. Was that metaphorical?" York laughs again and shakes his head, grabbing his own sandwich. He turns to see his partner not eating.

"What are you looking at?" Myron continues to stare, holding his sandwich.

"Your hands."

York looks down at his hands, becoming a bit self-conscious and confused. "What about them?"

"You have very nice hands, James", Myron mutters, still staring. "Can I hold them?"

York raised a brow but gave in, placing his hand in Myron's. They smiled softly and began laying with their boyfriend's hand, counting every line and tracing every groove. York smiled.

They sat together in silence as Myron continued to be in a trance, York watching them in admiration. It was peaceful, quiet, and they could tell their love was in the air.

Eventually, they lay down, Myron still continuing. York watched them until they fell asleep, where he also fell asleep under the shining sun.