Blizzard
Written for @super-secret-conspiracy’s Conspireshipping Secret Santa, for @millennial-ring! Merry Christmas!
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Marik was lounging on the couch watching TV when he heard the door to his and his boyfriend’s apartment slam open. Surprised, he looked over to the door. There stood Ryou, wearing a trenchcoat over a puffer vest, face red as a tomato, carrying several grocery bags and breathing heavily. He put the bags down and started heading out again.
“What are you doing?” Marik asked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
“There’s a blizzard coming,” Ryou replied. “So I went and got groceries in case we get trapped.”
“Well why didn’t you tell me that?” the blonde prodded. “You left me all alone! I could have helped.”
“I’m sorryyyy, you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you!” His boyfriend apologized.
“Alright, alright, stop whining,” Marik scoffed. “But take those coats off before you roast. I don’t want to deal with a corpse in front of the front door.” His lips curled upwards into a teasing smile, one that Ryou knew all too well.
“Very funny, Marik. But I still need to get more.”
“Are you just going to cook the entire storm?”
“Depends on how bad it gets.”
Marik pouted. “At least let me come with you this time.”
“Then get a coat on!”
“Mmm… Don’t wanna.”
“Marik,” Ryou sighed, “I am wearing TWO HEAVY COATS, and I’m much more suited to winter weather than you are. I am not letting my boyfriend turn into a human popsicle. So go get a coat, or you’re not coming with me.”
“Fiiine.”
“You can have one of mine.”
Bakura pulled off the trench coat and held it towards the blonde.
“Don’t you need a coat too?” Marik protested.
“I have more trench coats in my closet.”
“I- Alright.” Marik took the coat from Ryou and put it on. He stuck his hands into the pockets and grinned. “Hell yeah, boyfriend coat!”
His boyfriend giggled. “You’re such a dork.”
“But ya love me.”
“I do,” Ryou answered. “Now let’s get going, before it gets colder. Maybe there are still some food stalls out so you can eat something other than popcorn.”
“I like the sound of that. Let’s go.” Marik took his boyfriend’s hand and pulled him outside, and the two embarked on their journey for more groceries.
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“Ryou, Cheesecake, Love of my life, Pasty-ass bitch, can I have the rest of your taiyaki?”
“No, you can’t have my taiyaki, because you’re a vegetarian and there’s sausage in it.”
“What kind of sadistic bastard makes taiyaki with meat in it?” Marik huffed. “I highly doubt it goes well with the bean paste.”
“Not all taiyaki has the bean paste, Marik,” Ryou giggled. “It can have other fillings. And even if my taiyaki didn’t have sausage in it, you still haven’t finished your koshary.”
“Yeah, but your food always tastes better for some reason.”
His boyfriend snickered. “Fine, you can have the tail since it doesn’t have any filling, but I get your egg.”
“Wasn’t gonna eat it anyways.”
“Then why did you order it?”
Marik smirked.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Ryou asked. “Get an egg you wouldn’t eat on your koshary so you could steal the tail of my taiyaki?”
“Maybe.”
“You’re insufferable,” the platinum blonde laughed, using Marik’s chopsticks to take the fried egg from the dish.
Marik paused for a few seconds before replying. “W-well, we all know you’re dating me for my appearance and not my personality!” He chuckled weakly.
“Are you blushing?” Ryou asked.
“IT’S THE COLD!” Marik protested. “I’M NOT ENAMORED WITH YOUR LAUGH OR ANYTHING- fuck.”
“Sure you’re not,” his boyfriend giggled. “Let’s get home, silly.”
Marik opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. He would just have to accept defeat this time around.
“Fine, let’s go,” he huffed.
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“Is the storm over yet?” Marik whined as Ryou worked in the kitchen.
“The storm just started, dear.”
“Uggghhh,” the blonde growled. “This is stupid. I can’t believe we have to stay inside this long.”
“You say this as if you go outside oh-so-often,” his boyfriend retorted.
“Shut up!” Marik protested. “I go outside all the time!”
“Only because I make you come with me.”
“Shut UP!!”
“If you want to freeze,” Ryou replied, “then be my guest.”
“...”
“That’s what I thought. Now come over here and get your cinnamon roll.”
“You made cinnamon rolls!?” Marik gasped. “I love you!”
“Is that what it takes to get an ‘I love you?’” the platinum blonde joked. “Baked goods?”
“...If you’re going to be snarky, I’m taking it back.”
Ryou snickered. “I love you too, Marik.”
“STOP DOING THAT!” the blonde protested.
“Doing what?”
“BEING SO GOSH DARN ADORABLE!”
His boyfriend giggled again. “It’s not my fault I’m cute!
“STOP IT!”
“I can’t change my face on a whim!”
“Why not!?”
“That’s just not how it works!!”
Ryou was laughing now, completely distracted from serving. Marik saw an opportunity and took it, grabbing the pan of cinnamon rolls off of the stove.
“Marik!” Ryou yelped. “You don’t get all of those! Give them back!”
“Kiss me first.”
The platinum blonde sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes, but he was smiling. “Alright, get over here.”
Marik leaned over, and his boyfriend planted a kiss to his lips.
“There’s your kiss. Now give me the cinnamon rolls and I’ll dish one out for you.”
The blonde handed him the cinnamon rolls, and he put two of them onto plates. He then held one out towards Marik.
“Yours is slightly bigger,” the blonde complained.
“I’m the one who put the work into baking them.”
“...Touché.”
“Anyways,” Ryou said, “I’m tired. Wanna curl up on the couch, eat our cinnamon rolls and watch a horror movie?”
“Ooh, can we watch another one of those slasher films? I like the one with the dude in the hockey mask,” Marik asked.
“Alright, I’ll get it set up,” the platinum blonde affirmed. “Can you go get the blankets?”
“Fiiiiine,” the blonde whined sarcastically. Ryou could tell it wasn’t serious, since he immediately started chuckling.
“You’re a dork.”
“But I’m your dork!” Marik countered.
“You are,” Ryou confirmed. “Couldn’t get rid of you if I wanted.”
“Because you loooove me.”
“Exactly.”
Just then, they heard a loud bang from the windows, causing Marik to jump a little.
“It’s just the shutters,” the platinum blonde consoled, patting his boyfriend’s shoulder. “You go get the blankets, I’ll get the cinnamon rolls and start the movie, and we can turn the TV up loud enough to cover up the storm. Deal?”
“Deal,” the blonde responded, heading towards their bedroom.
He came back within a few minutes, carrying the giant blanket they had gotten as a gift from Joey a few years back. He plopped down next to Ryou and threw the blanket over themselves, making sure not to cover the cinnamon rolls so the icing wouldn’t get on it.
“Thank you,” the platinum blonde said.
“Thank you for cinnamon rolls,” Marik replied.
Ryou turned on the movie and shifted himself so that he was leaning on his boyfriend.
“You know what Marik? I think this is my favorite Christmas I’ve celebrated in a while,” he smiled.
“...That was today?”
“Yes.”
“Dang it, I forgot!”
“It’s fine, Marik. We can exchange gifts and everything tomorrow. It’s not like we were supposed to celebrate with anyone else.”
“I guess you’re right,” Marik shrugged. “But we’re giving each other our gifts first thing tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Ryou confirmed. “Now, let’s get to the movie.”
He hit play on the remote and relaxed. Half-way through, Ryou heard a soft snore. His boyfriend was sleeping. The platinum blonde smiled.
“Good night, Marik,” he whispered, kissing him on the cheek.
Neither of them noticed the end of the blizzard.
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sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol
just to be clear, im still 10000% about buddie but im gonna enjoy this while it lasts bc I feel like this is exactly what buck needs rn lol I just wanna write him be giddy and stupid and flustered about a boy even if that's not eddie haha (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)
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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?
“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.
“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”
“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.
“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”
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