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[crybaby-shaymin]

hiiii!! from the rainbow themed f/o takeover ask game: 🍑🧈🌕 (that's "Peach" "Butter" and "Full Moon" in case those don't load properly!) for anyone that would like to answer :3

I'll take this one if you don't mind, @div0rcec0re !

F/O Take-Over Ask-Game ~ Rainbow Theme

🍑 [PEACH] ~ If you had to describe S/I with a flavor, which would you pick?

Cola flavored! AKA the best flavor.

🧈 [BUTTER] ~ Do you ever tease/flirt with S/I? If so, how do ya do it, and how well does it usually work?

I tend to tease them, but not in a flirty way. I like to tease just about everybody!

🌕 [FULL MOON] ~ What aspect of S/I stands out to you the most?

Their personality stands out to me the most! They might be shy at first- but then they become a bit of a trickster once you get to know them! They fit right in with the four of us!

[dzvagabond]

hi there!! for the casual f/ovember asks: 3, 6, 15, and 19 with whoever would like to answer!

Hello there. Since I am finally up and about from my experiments, I will answer this one. I apologize if you had been waiting long.

3. How did you and s/i meet anyways? What was that first encounter like?

Dr. Watts was hired on to our group by Ray and we met shortly after the brief "interview process" if you can even call it that. They were nervous, but seemed to radiate Ray's excitement about the paranormal tenfold. They were very polite to all of us, albeit a bit snarky towards Venkman which has been the case ever since.

6. Be honest, what was your first impression of s/i when you first met them?

I thought they were a seemingly nice person, but a bit too naive to this job. Admittedly, I was completely wrong. They are one of the most intelligent people I know, and I would say rival both Ray and I in knowledge of the supernatural and otherworldly.

15. What's something about s/i that surprised you when you first started to get to know them more?

Codi surprised me with their thirst for knowledge. I already knew they had a doctorate like the rest of us, but they frequently asked questions about the equipment, how the ghost storage worked, and garnered interest in my own personal studies which was a first for me. It was nice, and has been nice.

19. What's a memory with s/i that you'll never forget? It can be anything really. Just try to stay positive alright?

The memory I will never forget is after the bastard from the EPA turned off our grid and Codi had decked him after the boys held me back from doing the same. It is engrained in my mind forever.

[dudeshusband]

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Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 297

Description: Drabblecember day 31: happy new year

There was a gathering in the local saloons, and in the barroom of the Hotel Alamo to ring in the new year. The clock on the wall neared ever closer to midnight.

Someone was playing a jovial tune on a guitar that everyone was dancing to. Mike swayed in Dude’s arms. That was about all they could do, as stiff of a dancer as Mike was. He didn't seem to mind, as he continued to hold their hands as he danced. He twirled them every so often.

There were only a few minutes left in the year. Dude and Mike both were smiling at each other, beyond happy that they’d spent this year together. Dude’s previous New Year’s Eves had been spent drunk outside saloons he’d been asked to leave. This year, he might have had a sip or two of whiskey (everyone was celebrating, after all) but he was aware of everything. Especially his partner, who he was ever grateful for.

Two minutes. The music stopped, and everyone watched the clock. Everyone's hearts seemed to almost beat in sync. The anticipation was palpable.

Breathing, whispering, a squeeze from Dude’s hand to Mike’s.

One minute.

Dude shuffled closer to Mike, ready to kiss them when the clock struck.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.

Everyone counted now as the second ticked on the pendulum clock.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Happy New Year!

Dude pulled Mike into a passionate kiss, one that turned Mike entirely to jelly. Dude tasted like tobacco as he always did, and a hint of whiskey. Mike always seemed to taste sweeter.

“Mine again this year?” Mike asked, breathlessly when they parted.

Dude’s lips brushed against their ear. “And next year, and every year after that.” He kissed the space below their ear gently.

[crybaby-shaymin]

hiii!!! ummm how about 💚💜💐💬 from the f/o takeover ask game for anyone that would like to answer :3!!

I hope you don't mind me taking this, @div0rcec0re.

♥︎ F/O Takeover Game ♥︎

💚 - Tell us about how you met.

When I tried typing out the story of how we met, for some reason the computer went into an error screen. So I shall not share it for now.

📱Huh? This error thing again? I wonder what's triggering it...

💜 - Tell us about who confessed and how.

Reece confessed first. They wanted me to feel loved, and I was curious to learn more about romance- hence we are together.

💐 - Tell us about a gift you gave to them. Did they like it?

A gift..? That's not a bad idea to give them a gift and their birthday is around the corner...I'll see what I can do.

💬 - Tell us a funny story about them!

I'll share one that Reece found amusing..

Because they're very short, Reece has trouble kissing me. So one time they tried to give me a surprise kiss- and they tripped over themselves trying to do so.

[crybaby-shaymin]

Hey, I have a question for Jax! So, I can tell you are REALLY tall! Are you a lot taller than Reece? And how do you show each other affection? (Like, with physical affection, or words, or something else?) Also, I hope you're having a fun time with the takeover so far! :3

Hey thanks @div0rcec0re, I hope you're having a good F/O takeover too with your F/Os!

Yeah, I'm a lot taller than Reece, by a foot or so. I use this to my advantage since Reece gets easily flustered by my height.

As for showing affections; I like to tease them on just about everything! It's fun to see them get flustered and embarrassed when we're together. We also tend to snuggle when it's just the two of us. (I have a key to their room anyways)

[dudeshusband]

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Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 600

Description: Mike can't sleep.

Drabblecember day 22: trying to stay up late.

Mike couldn’t sleep a wink. They’d tried everything. Warm milk, tea, dimming the lights, moving around. Nothing helped. Usually on nights like this, they’d slip into Dude’s room across the hall and slip into his arms. Unfortunately, he wasn’t back from his night patrol with Chance. Something was holding him up. They sighed, and pulled the covers off. 

Another walk around the hotel. Another attempt at sleep. 

Footsteps. They sounded like Dude’s. 

A sigh. Now, Mike was sure it was Dude. 

He took off his hat and ruffled his curls on the way up. 

“What’re you doin’ up?” he asked when he saw them. 

Mike shrugged. “Can’t sleep.” 

Dude opened his door and gestured inside. “Come on, we’ll cuddle and you’ll be out like a light.” 

Mike doubted it, but they followed him inside anyway. He kept sighing, and rubbing his face. He almost yawned every few minutes, but always caught himself before he did. His eyes looked more closed than usual. 

“Long day?” Mike asked. 

Dude began to untie his tie. “We found somethin’ suspicious and followed it. It was only a fox.” 

“Not much happens in this little town.” 

Dude shook his head. “Not unless you make the wrong people mad.” He rubbed his face again, and worked on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. 

“You might pass out where you stand.” 

“I won’t.” 

Mike chuckled. “I’ll catch you if you do.” 

Dude shrugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. Mike never could stop themselves from admiring his tanned skin. At some point in Mike’s spaced out state, Dude had finished undressing and made his way toward them. He waved his hand in front of their face. 

“Are you sleepin’ with your eyes open?” he asked, teasingly. 

“Might be, you look like a dream,” Mike quipped in an attempt at a flirty tone. 

He chuckled, and slid into bed beside them. He pulled them in and held them there, burying his face in their neck. 

“Hmm. I missed you.” 

“You saw me this morning.”

He kissed the back of their neck gently. “Mmm, well, it’s been a long day.” 

He was mumbling sleepily, and Mike knew he wouldn’t be awake much longer. 

“Dude?” 

He made a sleepy grumble in reply. 

“Stay up with me?” 

His eyes fluttered open, and he asked, “Why?” 

“I’m not tired.”

He nuzzled into their neck. “I‘m tired.” 

Mike turned in Dude’s grasp. They poked his nose, causing him to open his eyes again. 

“Talk to me? Please?” 

“What” — He yawned — “What about?” 

“Anything.”

“Mmm, it’s gonna be Christmas soon.” 

“That it is.”

“You’re gonna fatten me up with cookies, aren’t you?” 

Defensively, Mike said, “Hey, I’m only making the cookies. If you eat all of them, that’s on you.” 

“Don’t make ‘em too good.” 

“Sorry, Consuelo’s helping me. These will be the best damn cookies you ever had.” 

The room was silent for a moment. 

“Dude?” 

Mike poked his nose again. 

“Dude?” 

Nothing.  

Mike tried to kiss him awake, to no avail. They sighed. They tried to get out of bed, to take yet another walk. 

When they tried, Dude pulled them back in his sleep, and held them tightly. He breathed against their neck, tickling the skin. 

“Hey,” they said, poking him. “Let me go. Let me out.” 

His eyes fluttered open, then closed. He sleepily mumbled, “No. Mine.” 

They squirmed around, hoping to break loose. No such luck. 

They chuckled to themselves, and let him sleep, tucked into their chest. They wrestled an arm free to pet his head.

“Goodnight,” they whispered. 

It would be a while before sleep caught up with Mike. 

[dudeshusband]

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Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 350

Description: Drabblecember day 25: swapping gifts.

“Merry Christmas,” Mike said to Dude’s half-asleep form. They kissed him and gently poked him awake.

His brown eyes fluttered open and he smiled.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, sleepily.

“You gotta open your present.”

He chuckled. “Isn't it a little early?”

Mike slid off the bed and grabbed a plainly wrapped package from the corner of the room.

“Open it, then we’ll get breakfast. I want you to wear it.”

“Wear it?” Dude asked, voice still deep with sleep.

Mike handed Dude his gift and waited anxiously.

He opened up the wrapping and stared at the shirt that had been exposed.

“It’s nice,” he said. “Why’s it yellow? I don't own anything yellow.”

“It’ll, uh, it’ll go well with your hair,” Mike stammered.

“It’ll go good with my hair?”

Mike became bashful. “I made it for you.”

He examined it. “Oh, you’re quite the, uh- you can sew pretty good.”

Mike rubbed their hands together, a nervous habit, “Do you like it?”

He nodded. “I like it. I’ll wear it.”

Dude got out of bed, and pulled the shirt over his head. Then, he pulled on pants and tied his tie around his neck.

“Soooo, what did you get me?” Mike asked eagerly.

“Hold on.”

Dude left the room, then returned with a small box. He handed it to Mike, who excitedly opened it. Inside was a fountain pen. It was rather ornate with a gold tip.

“Gosh, I don't know what to say. How much was this?”

“You like writin’ and all, so I thought you might like a pen.”

“It’s beautiful, Dude, really. You must have saved up all year.”

He waved his hand, “Ah, it looks nicer than it is. It didn't cost that much.”

Mike smiled. “Well, thank you. I know just what I’ll write first.”

“What’s that?”

“A love letter…to you. I always wanted to write a love letter.”

Dude grinned. “I’ve never got a love letter before.”

“Well, you will. If you can get past my handwriting.”

Dude’s stomach rumbled, causing Mike to laugh.

“What? I’m hungry. Let’s go eat something.”

Mike took his hand, and the pair went down to breakfast.

[dudeshusband]

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Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 760

Description: Drabblecember Day 21: A walk down memory lane.

Dude waited downstairs for Mike, who was running late for their date. He leaned against the railing, still confused why he was asked to wait down here in the first place. He’d seen all of his partner there was to see. He wasn’t sure where they were going either. They’d been vague with the details. He sighed and looked up the stairs. What was holding them up? 

When they did come down, Dude was rendered speechless. He had expected to see Mike as he’d come to know them, with their boyish clothes and bare face. He was faced with his partner in a skirt, a skirt he hadn’t seen in a long time. 

“I think,”  Mike said, “I think I was wearing this when we met, remember?” 

They swished their neutral toned skirt, and gave them a smile with their lips they’d painted red, like they used to. 

“I remember,” he said. “You worked at the bar.”

“I was new in town. I was lucky Carlos gave me a job.” 

“I was a casual drinker then,” Dude continued. “I came in to ask for a whiskey. I had a long day.” 

Mike playfully tugged at Dude’s collar, “You never did button your shirts all the way. And it wasn’t summer then either.” 

Dude grinned. “You like it. You probably liked it then, too.” 

“I never said I didn’t.” 

“Why are you dressed like that anyway?” he asked. 

Mike smiled and pulled their guns out of the pockets of their skirts. “We’re going shooting.” 

“I think we both had a lot of practice.” 

Mike smiled mischievously. “I think I’m better than you now.” 

He laughed. “Is that right?” 

“Uh huh. I bet I can shoot farther and faster.” 

“Sounds like a challenge. What are we shootin’?” 

“Bottles, of course,” they replied. “Like we used to.” 

“Aw, that’s too easy.” 

“Let’s spare the birds.” 

Dude readjusted his hat, and they walked outside of town, to the cactus they liked to practice by. Mike had set up the bottles at some point. 

“Alright. We see who’s faster first,” Dude suggested. “On the count of 3?” 

Mike nodded. 

Dude started, “One.” 

Mike chimed in, “Two.” 

“Three.” 

Dude pulled his guns from their holster and shot three bottles down before Mike had gotten a proper grip on their guns. He twirled them in his hands and put them back in his pockets. Mike got the last two, but only because their boyfriend let them. 

“Still too slow, honey,” he said, amused.

“I’m faster than Stumpy,” Mike said, “And I’m gaining on Colorado.” 

“Gainin’ on Colorado, huh?” 

“Yeah!” Mike said. They weren’t being completely honest. Their shoulders sagged, “Oh, I can’t help it if I’m a little slow!” 

Dude smiled. “You’re doing okay. I’ve got a lot more practice than you. That’s all.” 

Mike frowned.  “I thought I’d be better. I wanted to impress you.  I’ve been shooting a gun for 3 years and I’m still too slow.” 

“Hey, you are better. You couldn’t shoot anything when we met. You hit those bottles! Both of ‘em. Pretty quick, too.” 

Mike smiled. “Thanks. I bet you can still shoot farther, huh?” 

Dude shrugged. “We’ll see.”  

Mike set up a few bottles as far as they thought their short guns might reach. Dude went first. He focused on one of the bottles on the left, took a moment to aim, then shot. It hit. 

“Not bad,” Dude said. “Would’ve been harder if it had been moving.” 

Mike squinted, and tried to aim. “Hmm. I don’t think I can even see that far!”

Dude chuckled. “You might wanna get some glasses.” 

They hit the bottle, but it took longer for them to aim than it had taken Dude. 

“Hey! I got it!” Mike yelled happily.

He nodded, “You did.” 

When they slipped their guns back into their skirt, he pulled them close and kissed them on the side of the head. 

“I’m impressed,” he said into their ear. 

“You’re just saying that.”  

“No, I’m proud of you. But honestly, honey, I’m always proud of you.” 

Mike snuggled into his side. “We should come back next year, and compare again. But I’m wearing my regular clothes next time.”  

“Hm. You wanna know a secret? I like you better when you look like a…well, a boy, I guess.” 

Mike chuckled, “Yeah?”

He grinned at them and said lightheartedly, “Don’t go around tellin’ anybody that.”

“You’re with a crossdresser,” Mike said. “Everybody already knows there’s something queer about you.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“You better not,” Mike said into his neck. 

He kissed the top of their head. “I don’t.” 

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Title: At A Time Like This, Who Keeps Score?

Ship: Mike x Bill Baker

Words: 2k

Description: Mike and Bill's movie date.

Sighing, and ruffling his hair, Bill returned home from a long day working at Mr. Jackson’s plant. Winter break had taught him that he was very glad this was not a permanent position. Unlike his father, Bill was a young, strong man who could do physical work. He was training under one of the maintenance workers. It was a low paid position, but he’d do anything to help out his dad. He opened the door to his and his fathers house, and took a seat on the couch. Once his butt hit the cushion, he had a thought. He had the next couple of days off, and he could use a night out to relax. He went into his room and rummaged through his drawer for Mike’s parents’ telephone number. He’d entirely forgotten to call between shifts. He moved to the phone in the living room, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number. It rang a few times before a voice answered. 

Bill had no idea who had answered, but it wasn’t Mike. “Hello, sir, is Mike there?”

“Why?” was the reply. 

“I’d like to talk to her.” 

Shuffling. Voices in the background. 

Mike’s voice came through the receiver with a “Hello?” 

Bill’s heart leapt, despite himself. “Uh, hi, you busy tonight?” 

“Hi, Bill.  No, I’m not busy. Did you want to catch that movie?” 

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in an hour?” 

Mike told Bill their address. 

“See you then,” Mike said. 

“See you.” 

Bill hung up the phone and walked around the house, searching for his dad. There was no sign of him, so he figured his dad was still at the plant. Bill got a pencil and a piece of paper and wrote a note. 

“Dad, 

I’m going out. Be back later. 

— Bill”  

He left it on the kitchen table, and headed to his room to change shirts. Bill didn’t own very many clothes. He remembered that Mike liked the maroon sweater Junior bought him from Terry. He threw off the shirt he wore to work and put a fresh one on. Then came the sweater, and a change of pants. He looked at himself in the mirror, and ran some more hair grease through his curls. 

Then, he grabbed his wallet, his house key, and headed out to catch a bus. It would take one bus to get to the next city, then another bus to get to Mike’s neighborhood. At times like this, he wished he had his own car. One day, he would, if he saved his money right. A nice car, like Junior has. 

He made it down to the bus station, paid the fare, and got on. He wondered what kind of movies Mike liked. An action picture? Something with more romance? Maybe they should see something scary, so Mike would cuddle up close… 

He wondered, too, what Mike would wear. Would they wear their glasses? What shade of lipstick? What if it found its way to his cheek? To his collar? Would he need to hold them close or would they bring a jacket? 

He got so lost in his own thoughts, he almost forgot to get off the bus at the station in Mike’s hometown. From there, he took the bus to their neighborhood. After he got off, there was a short walk to their house. Mike lived in a pretty good side of town. Not the richest of the rich or the poorest or the more. A happy medium. Bill looked at the houses and their various lawns as he walked past. 

He finally arrived at theirs. It was nothing fancy. One story, small front yard, plain fence. It seemed like a nice place to live. He walked up to their front door, past a few bushes. When he got to the door, he hung the bell. 

“Coming!” He heard Mike call from within the house. 

After a few moments, they opened the door, and stepped out. 

“Ready?” they asked him. 

Bill stared at Mike for a while, taking them in. They’d pulled their hair into a ponytail and tied it off with a red ribbon that matched their lips. With this, was a pink pencil dress and white cardigan. Their glasses framed their blue eyes. 

Mike blushed. “I’m sorry, I look like a Valentine.” 

“No, you look” — he paused — “You look stunning.” 

They rubbed their neck. “I just wanted to look nice. It’s not every day I get a date to the movies.” 

Bill smiled, “You never know, you just might.” 

Mike shook their head fondly. “Come on, before it gets too late.” 

Bill took their hand and they walked hand in hand, back to the bus, so they could go down to the movie theater. 

When they disembarked, Bill snaked his arm around Mike’s waist, pulling them close. He felt them heat up at the proximity. Ooh, this was going to be a ton of fun. 

“What movie do you want to see?” he asked, making sure to lean into their ear. 

“I, uh, whatever- whatever you want,” Mike stuttered. 

Bill surveyed the movies listed. How would Mike react to a thriller? Would they jump?  Would they hide in his shoulder? Was the cheesy romance flick safer? Could he tease them at the kissing scenes? 

“Have you picked yet?” Mike asked. 

“How do you feel about romantic one?” 

Mike shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m used to watching them alone and yearning.” 

Bill watched them pale. 

“Forget I said that, please forget I said that,” they said quickly. 

He grinned. “No, it’s cute. We’ll see that one. Want some popcorn?” 

Mike nodded. “Could we…share one?”

Bill laughed. “Of course we’re gonna share. You’re too cute.” 

The pair got their tickets, and their popcorn, and entered the theater for their movie. Bill pulled them to the back row. 

“I’ve never been up here before,” Mike said. “Bill, why are we all the way up here? In the back row?” 

“You can see the picture better,” he said casually. 

“Right,” Mike replied, doubt in their tone. 

The movie started, and Bill continued his moves. He scooted as close as he could, and wrapped an arm around them. 

Mike leaned in and whispered, “Do you have a whole routine or something?” 

He just smiled, the lights from the movie screen reflecting in his eyes. 

Mike shook their head, and looked back at the screen, where the main couple were starting to get flirty. The leading man worked his moves, and the leading lady pretended they had no effect. Bill watched the movie out of the corner of his eye, more interested in Mike. He wondered how they could be so oblivious to how much his heart was beating, or how close he wanted to be. How- Nervous, yes, nervous, he was. Still, he had to play it cool. This was hardly his first date with a girl. He’d done this before. But why was he so nervous? They wore their nervousness on their face but Bill could hide it. He could hide it, but he couldn’t stop feeling it. 

Eventually, when the on-screen couple got to kissing, happily and quickly, Bill leaned into Mike’s ear again. 

“Do you ever think about being kissed like that?” he asked. 

Mike didn’t reply, and he couldn’t gauge their reaction in the dark theater. He imagined they were blushing, or rolling their eyes. 

“You ever…” he said slowly, “think about me kissing you like that?” 

Mike’s mouth was full of popcorn, as they turned to look at him, giving them the cheeks of a squirrel hiding nuts. They chewed, then swallowed. 

“I don’t think you’re here for the movie.” 

Took her along enough, he thought to himself. 

He chuckled. “Yeah? What am I here for?” 

Mike mumbled, “I don’t know.”

“Could be for a pretty girl.” 

Mike looked around. “Where?” 

Bill leaned into Mike’s shoulder and looked up at them. “You sure are pretty.” 

“Oh, you meant me.” 

“You don’t see me on a date with someone else, do you?”  

Mike shook their head. 

Bill glanced toward the screen. The movie was dragging on. 

He whispered, “Do you like this movie?” 

“God, no.” 

Bill stood, and stretched out his hand to Mike. Mike took his hand and they slipped out of the theater. 

“That movie was terrible.” 

Mike laughed, then said, “I’d have been so bored if you weren’t…” 

Bill leaned in close, “Teasing you?” 

Mike blushed, and smiled at him. 

They looked down, and seemed lost in thought. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. 

“My brain keeps pushing a panic button that tells me you’re up to something.” 

Bill’s eyes softened. “You really don’t know?” 

“Know what?” 

“I liked you since the moment I met you.” 

Bill watched Mike short circuit and reboot in real time. 

“You did? Well, I guess that explains…then I guess…why else would you…But why?” 

“Why what?” 

Mike gave him a look so serious that he thought he was going to bust up laughing. 

“Why me?” 

“I don’t know. You’re nice, pretty, smart, funny. What else could a guy want?” 

“Bill?” Mike asked. 

“Yes?” he asked gently. 

“You asked me- have you thought about kissing me? Is that why you asked?”  

He nodded. 

“Can we take a walk?” Mike asked. 

“Sure.” 

Mike shoved their hands into the pockets of their cardigan as they walked. They were much more shy than other people Bill had been with. 

“You like me, don’t you?” he asked them. 

“A whole lot.” 

“You know, I’m nervous, too. I like you.” 

“Nervous about what?” Mike asked. 

“I want you to like me,” he said. “I’m more worried about it than I expected to be.” 

Mike looked puzzled. “You- you’re a dream guy.” 

Bill never had much trouble with women, that was true. But what he felt for Mike felt different…deeper, maybe. 

“Am I your dream guy?” 

“You know something? Before that party, I almost went crazy trying to find something to wear.” 

“To impress me?” 

“I don’t know. I didn’t think so at the time. I was so convinced that I…” 

 “I want to see you again,” Bill said. 

“You do?” 

“Lots of times.” 

“Even when school starts up again?” 

Bill smiled. “Especially then. I might need a tutor.” 

Mike chuckled. “I do tutoring, not tutoring dates.” 

“Not even for me?” 

“Bill Baker, if you want that kind of tutoring, buy me dinner first. And, don’t book a session!” 

“You only do that kind of tutoring for food, huh?” 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

He smirked. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

The pair walked all the way back to Mike’s house, so they didn’t have to part so soon. It was late by the time they got back. 

“I think you should come inside, and phone Junior,” Mike said. “I don’t know that any buses run this late.” 

Bill shrugged. “Alright.” 

The pair slipped inside, and tiptoed so as to not wake anyone up. They made it to the telephone, and dialed Junior’s number. 

“Hey, Junior,” Bill said into the receiver. “Would you come by and pick me up? I’m at Mike’s place.”  

Junior agreed and Bill gave him the address. 

“Bye, thanks, Junior.”

“Maybe this is a stroke of luck,” Mike said. 

“Yeah?”

“We have more time to spend together.” 

“Maybe I’ll get that kiss, huh?” 

“I think we have time for lots of kissing. How many kisses are socially acceptable on a second date?” 

“About…” Bill whispered as he leaned in. “Five or six. Maybe seven.”

He kissed them gently. 

“Ten. Or eleven.”

Another kiss. 

“Twenty-five or thirty. Maybe we can lose count…”

Bill held Mike in his arms, relishing in the feeling. He kissed them over and over in front of the door, heart pounding away. He didn’t mind if anyone caught them. 

Mike giggled. “You’re quite the kisser, Bill Baker.” 

“You’re not bad yourself.” 

They were about to start kissing again, when someone knocked at the door.

“That’ll be Junior,” Bill said. 

“Goodnight.” 

Bill kissed them on the cheek. “Goodnight.” 

He stepped outside, and was met with Junior. 

He squinted. “Bill, you have lipstick on your face.” 

“Is it my color?” Bill asked. 

Junior considered this a moment. “Yeah. It’s not bad.” 

Bill laughed. “Come on, Junior, let’s go.” 

Bill and Junior drove back to their hometown. All the while Bill was grinning and thinking about the lipstick Mike had left. 

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Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 400

Description: Drabblecember day 19: hot coffee/tea/cocoa

When Mike woke up, they instinctively felt for Dude. They were disappointed to find a cold bed instead. They sat up with a start, and looked around the room for their boyfriend. He’d been in their room last night, they were sure of it.

They threw a coat over their nightgown, not bothering to dress. Due to the earliness of the hour, they tiptoed across the hall, to Dude’s room, wondering if he’d returned there. When they peered in, there was no sign he’d been there. His clothes were put away and his bed was made.

Frowning, they made their way downstairs to the Hotel Alamo bar. There, already dressed, but clearly still sleepy, was Dude. He had a coffee in a metal cup. He smiled up at them.

Mike chuckled, “You look like you need more sleep.”

He gestured to a cup in front of the chair across from him, “I thought you’d be up earlier. I made coffee.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Mike took a seat across from him, and picked up the coffee. They brought it to their lips and took a sip. It had gone cold.

“I was sad when I woke up and you weren't there,” Mike admitted. “It was so lonely.”

He smiled, gently. “You got used to me being there, huh?”

Mike nodded. “It’s nice. I have a very special cuddle buddy for life.”

Dude’s lips broke out into a silly grin.

Mike paled. “I’m so sorry. That was ridiculous to say.”

Dude chuckled. “No, I liked it. Very special?”

They looked down at their coffee and smiled sheepishly, “Very special.”

“Sometimes…” he trailed off, looking down at his own coffee. “Sometimes…I wonder how I got you. How I got someone so in love with me, at the worst time in my life.”

“You were a good friend to me, Dude. I loved you. Even when I didn't know I loved you, I loved you. Even when I thought I hated you, I loved you.”

“We were always gonna be together?”

Mike considered this a moment. “Only if you always loved me back.”

Dude nodded, “I always loved you back.”

The room got very silent as the pair finished their coffee.

“It’s still early,” Mike said eventually, looking out the window. “Come back to bed? We probably won't sleep but…we can cuddle.”

“Okay.”

Dude took Mike’s hand, and they tiptoed back upstairs, and into Mike’s bed.