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(AN: Prompt found on Tumblr - credit goes to fuck-you-i-am-spiderman.)

For what seem to be the tenth time, Jonathan let out a heavy sigh. He was currently standing on the very tips of his toes, using the counter in front of him to push off of while his fingers barely brushed against the object he so desperately was reaching for. It was the jar of cookies that for some reason, his roommate/boyfriend had decided to place on the top shelf, making it damn near impossible for the shorter male to grab.

Huffing in annoyance, Jonathan began to stomp around the kitchen, checking under cabinets and inside drawers for anything he could use as a stepping stool.

In the other room down a slender hallway was Evan, humming to himself as he watched the upload bar move slowly across his monitor. '28, 29, 30,' Evan counted, leaning his head back on his chair. His upload was taking longer than usual and it was starting to make him bored. He lifted his head back up, looking at the screen. "Wow, a whopping two percent movement," he mumbled, moving to stand up from his chair. 'I wonder what -'

CRASH!

"Owww."

Evan quickly ran towards the kitchen where he had heard the loud noise from, only to find his boyfriend sitting on the floor rubbing his backside. Evan shook his head, leaning against the fridge. At his boyfriend's feet was a tipped-over box, the object clearly not stable enough to have held Jonathan's weight.

"What are you doing?" Evan questioned with a brow raised. Jonathan looked at him, biting his lip. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

"Nothing," he answered, quickly standing up and climbing back on top of the box, keeping his arms out at his sides as the box wobbled. Once it stopped, he began to reach his arm upward, trying to grab the jar that had somehow managed to scoot further back on the shelf.

Evan grinned at the cute display, watching the long shirt - his shirt - rise up Jonathan's legs, exposing his milky white thighs. Evan was about to strut over and wrap his arms around those delicious legs until he saw the box wobble again.

"Do you need me to get it for you?" Evan sighed, moving over to the counter.

Jonathan let out a gasp, his eyes wide. "How DARE you insult the vertically challenged!!"

Evan bit his lip to keep from laughing at the random statement Jon just made. Shrugging his shoulders, Evan turned away, still smirking. "Okay then," he chuckled out, heading back to his office to see how his upload was going.

Jonathan held his head up in triumph and continued trying to get the jar. His middle finger was firmly on it, trying desperately to turn the jar so it would move towards him. Instead, the cookie jar moved further back and Jonathan groaned, knowing he'd have to give up on doing it himself.

Evan hadn't even made it to the room yet before he heard the loud sigh and his boyfriend's quiet voice, "Help meeee."

Chuckling, Evan walked back to the kitchen, passing the dark haired male to reach the shelf with ease, grabbing the cookie jar. He set it down on the counter and kissed Jonathan's forehead, smiling gently down at him.

Jonathan pouted but then giggled, wrapping his arms around Evan's neck. "Thank you," he mumbled, his voice muffled by Evan's shoulder. Maybe it wasn't so bad being vertically challenged. At least he had his own personal giant to help him out.

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End.

So there's my first H2OVanoss fanfic ever posted on DA.
Lemme know what ya guys think!

:D (Big Grin) — Description
(AN: Prompt found on Tumblr - credit goes to fuck-you-i-am-spiderman.)

For what seem to be the tenth time, Jonathan let out a heavy sigh. He was currently standing on the very tips of his toes, using the counter in front of him to push off of while his fingers barely brushed against the object he so desperately was reaching for. It was the jar of cookies that for some reason, his roommate/boyfriend had decided to place on the top shelf, making it damn near impossible for the shorter male to grab.

Huffing in annoyance, Jonathan began to stomp around the kitchen, checking under cabinets and inside drawers for anything he could use as a stepping stool.

In the other room down a slender hallway was Evan, humming to himself as he watched the upload bar move slowly across his monitor. '28, 29, 30,' Evan counted, leaning his head back on his chair. His upload was taking longer than usual and it was starting to make him bored. He lifted his head back up, looking at the screen. "Wow, a whopping two percent movement," he mumbled, moving to stand up from his chair. 'I wonder what -'

CRASH!

"Owww."

Evan quickly ran towards the kitchen where he had heard the loud noise from, only to find his boyfriend sitting on the floor rubbing his backside. Evan shook his head, leaning against the fridge. At his boyfriend's feet was a tipped-over box, the object clearly not stable enough to have held Jonathan's weight.

"What are you doing?" Evan questioned with a brow raised. Jonathan looked at him, biting his lip. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

"Nothing," he answered, quickly standing up and climbing back on top of the box, keeping his arms out at his sides as the box wobbled. Once it stopped, he began to reach his arm upward, trying to grab the jar that had somehow managed to scoot further back on the shelf.

Evan grinned at the cute display, watching the long shirt - his shirt - rise up Jonathan's legs, exposing his milky white thighs. Evan was about to strut over and wrap his arms around those delicious legs until he saw the box wobble again.

"Do you need me to get it for you?" Evan sighed, moving over to the counter.

Jonathan let out a gasp, his eyes wide. "How DARE you insult the vertically challenged!!"

Evan bit his lip to keep from laughing at the random statement Jon just made. Shrugging his shoulders, Evan turned away, still smirking. "Okay then," he chuckled out, heading back to his office to see how his upload was going.

Jonathan held his head up in triumph and continued trying to get the jar. His middle finger was firmly on it, trying desperately to turn the jar so it would move towards him. Instead, the cookie jar moved further back and Jonathan groaned, knowing he'd have to give up on doing it himself.

Evan hadn't even made it to the room yet before he heard the loud sigh and his boyfriend's quiet voice, "Help meeee."

Chuckling, Evan walked back to the kitchen, passing the dark haired male to reach the shelf with ease, grabbing the cookie jar. He set it down on the counter and kissed Jonathan's forehead, smiling gently down at him.

Jonathan pouted but then giggled, wrapping his arms around Evan's neck. "Thank you," he mumbled, his voice muffled by Evan's shoulder. Maybe it wasn't so bad being vertically challenged. At least he had his own personal giant to help him out.

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End.

So there's my first H2OVanoss fanfic ever posted on DA.
Lemme know what ya guys think!