#ok yeah. i'll try for 1 hour of sleep and then like. have an espresso tmrw

[honeyviscera]

what if i just stayed up all night to get this done

[sashi-ya]

Day 13 with Marco please! Male/gn and chocolate. Any setting you would like!

Thank you!

Hi babe! Of course! I hope you like it! There is an nsfw second part for this day, that I'll post soon today! If you want, you could also read it! I'm sorry for the waiting! Merry Christmas! 💖

Chocolate. Marco x M! Reader Day 13: Red Noses From The Cold. (Part 1. SFW)

tw: it is written in third person, idk why to be honest. A little bit of angst since Marco is a doctor working on Christmas eve.

wc: 1022

Part 2 (NSFW)

He walks aimlessly, his boots have become wet from the accumulating snow on the streets. His boyfriend dumped him on Christmas eve, and all for the wrong reasons. “Who the fuck does that on Christmas?” he shouts to the sky, feeling the icy kisses of many snowflakes falling over his face.

Everybody seems to be enjoying Christmas but him. And of course, who gets dumped on Christmas? nobody but him… “enjoy your holidays” he spits with pure venom in his tone.

The sun has already set to a good night of sleep and it’s cold, as cold as the north pole. Now that he starts to feel exhausted, and the tips of his feet are wet he is noticing it. He spots a coffee shop right next to the local hospital, so he decides to enter and have something hot.

There were not enough sugary cappuccinos that man could ask to sweeten his life right now, but they were a great source of heat whatsoever. Oh but his eyes were indeed honeyed by watching a doctor that had just come inside the shop. A tall blond man, wearing glasses that rocks so perfectly dark blue scrubs. He looks tired, perhaps even sad.

The doctor asks for a tall espresso, no sugar in it. “Oh… he is probably going to have to stay all night” he thinks, while having a sip of his third beverage and following the image with his eyes of the sad man in scrubs outside the shop.

The bartender pulls him out of himself by placing her hand on his shoulder, “Sir, excuse me… we are about to close”. “Oh right, sorry” he says, and prepares to leave the place.

He walks outside grunting, he doesn’t want to come back home. If he does, he will remember… What's the point of being alone and sad on Christmas day?... He chooses to sit next to the closing coffee shop and lost in his own feelings he doesn’t notice someone is also sitting next to him.

Until he hears the sobbing of a man.

“Sir… are you ok?” he asks, noticing the hot doctor that he saw earlier is sitting right there, next to him, with wet eyes. “Oh… yes” the doctor mumbles, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes to wipe the accumulating tears. “You sure, man?”. “Well… not really. We had a case where a man lost his wife in a fire and we couldn’t do anything to save her… nor the baby she was carrying” he opens up, with a trembling voice and clear embarrassment on his face, as if it was his fault.

“I’m really sorry, but you did everything you could” he says, trying to comfort him but it doesn’t really work. Of course it wouldn’t, there are no words when these tragedies occur. Much less on special dates like these, I mean deaths hurt the same, but on a holiday? The constant reminder of a loss while everybody is joyful, must be the worst things to experience…

“And here I am complaining about that asshole that surely calls me back in a couple of hours when the champagne of the Christmas party bubbles up and gets to his head” he mumbles. “By the way, what’s your name?” he asks, handing the doctor a handkerchief. “Marco… What about you?” he asks, accepting the tissue right away. “I’m (Name), and I’m here because I’ve been dumped by my boyfriend on Christmas eve” he says, laughing sarcastically. “That sucks, man” Marco utters. “Yeah, but your situation is much worse, now I come to see that my loss it’s plain stupid compared to that poor man who lost his wife and son”.

Marco looks at him and takes his glasses off, the cold is making them foggy. Wiping the humidity away, he says “no lose is stupid. Pain’s subjective, sometimes some don’t even react to deep cuts, but others suffer with just a simple paper cut. Same happens with emotional pain. What I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t matter from where the pain comes, it’s how people feel it”. He puts his hand over his companion’s knee and pats it twice. Marco stands up and gives him a soft smile, “I suggest you go home soon. You are gonna catch a cold here, give him a call. Merry Christmas”.

The doctor’s straight nose has turned red, as well as his. But the cold seems not to bother any of you, since the warmth of a felt conversation was all they wanted. Both needed to be heard, both needed someone to be there. And he wonders if inviting a stranger to his house tonight would be bad… “Marco, is your shift ending or you have to stay the whole night?” he asks, all of a sudden.

“My shift has ended already, but I was planning on doubling up tonight… why?” “Would you like to come home and have something to drink? Since it’s Christmas and we are both a little depressed” he proposes, scratching his neck.

“Why not? let me pick my stuff up, and let's go”.

The way both of them chat in front of the fireplace feels like they’ve known each other for a long time. Christmas might have been saved after all…

“Would you like to have a cup of red wine, Marco?” he offers the doctor. “Well of course, (Name)”.

Soon the red noses weren’t from the cold, but from the alcohol flooding their veins. He rests his head over Marco’s lap, because something they didn’t even know what it was made them laugh like two dorks… but they were happy, really happy.

The laughing suddenly stops, when they realize how close to each other they are. Marco looks at him with a subtle smile and brushes his hair softly. He lets the cup of wine over the coffee table since they were sitting over a bunch of pillows on the floor.

Eyes fixed on each other’s; he can see the reflection of the fire burning next to them on Marco’s glasses…

“I couldn’t ask for a better gift this Christmas” 💖~