Inanimate Insanity/bfb oneshots! (old)

Are We About To Kiss Rn? (Snowball x Eraser)

Snowball sat in bed, bright pink LED lights illuminating the room. He sighed heavily, taking out his vape from his front pocket and taking a long hit. It was minty and pleasant. Vapor danced in the air, making him smile. Eraser was supposed to be coming over today. Wait, fuck. His room was still dirty. Snowball sighed as he got up, picking up stray pieces of clothing from the floor and throwing them into his basket. The room looked much better now. Snowball sighed in contentment. He checked his phone, one hour until he gets here.

Snowball sat back down on his bed, opening Instagram and scrolling through Reels. Most of it was cat videos. He didn't mind, though. He loved cats.

Before he knew it, someone was banging on his door. Snowball groaned as he got up. Eraser always slammed his fist on his door as if he was being chased by a monster or something. One of these days he's gonna end up knocking his door down.

He opened it, smiling softly. That smile immediately dropped as he realized what Eraser was holding.

A baggie. A baggie of weed. A CLEAR baggie of WEED. A clear baggie of weed OUT IN THE OPEN. WHERE WEED IS ILLEGAL.

"E- ERASER. COME IN, DON'T WHIP THAT SHIT OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY!!" Snowball whisper-shouted, pulling him into his apartment. Eraser laughed. "Chill, chill! No one here gives a shit!" Snowball sighed. "Yeah, don't come crying to me when you get caught." "Nah, I never get caught." Snowball rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, whatever you say. Let's get blasted."

The hours ticked by as Snowball and Eraser were smoking in his room. The LEDs stayed the same color, that oh-so-bright magenta. Snowball was totally, absolutely baked, while Eraser only stayed mildly high the entire time. Snowball stretched and rolled onto his back, yawning. "Uggghhh. Sighhhh. Urgh." Eraser looked at him. "What?" "I have to go to worrrrkkkk. Tomorrow. I hate Chick-Fil-A. My damn workers keep on smoking weed behind the building n' scaring off customers cus they have the smelliest shit." Eraser nodded as Snowball rambled on more about managing Chick-Fil-A and how he hates his job. After a few minutes, he was done, staring at the T.V. silently. "Ah, but it's only, like, 5:00 PM right? Wanna watch some horror movies?" "Um. Snowball, you're high off your ass, I don't think making yourself paranoid is a good idea-" "Let's do it, then. Chucky time, babes."

They both watched the movie, Snowball falling asleep halfway through. Once Eraser noticed, he smiled and tucked Snowball in. He needed rest, anyways. After turning the movie off, Eraser walked into the kitchen after taking another hit from Snowball's heart-shaped bong. He took some chicken out of the fridge and cut them.

Snowball woke up, drenched in sweat and still in his clothes. He checked the clock, it was 6:00 PM now. Snowball noticed that there was no more weight next to him anymore.  Damn, did Eraser get bored and leave?  But then, he noticed something else. His kitchen light was on, and it smelled like chicken. Snowball drowsily got out of bed and dragged himself to the kitchen. "Eraser?"

Eraser turned around and smiled. "Hey, man. I made us food if you don't mind." Snowball gasped softly. "I- You didn't have to!" "Nah, it's fine. I like cooking." He smiled.

Snowball chuckled. God, he was so lucky. "Thank you."

They both ate their dinner quietly. Damn, Eraser was good at cooking. Snowball took another bite before looking up at him. "You should be a chef, man. This shit kicks ass." Eraser laughed. "Nah, I don't work well under pressure. I'd probably get too anxious to do anything." Snowball nodded. Felt that.

This time, it was Eraser to fall asleep first, quietly snoring as his chest slowly ascended and descended. Snowball felt pretty tired, too. Even though he took a 30-minute nap earlier. He lay down next to his friend, blushing a small bit.

He always liked him, but Snowball wasn't planning on saying anything about it anytime soon.

He didn't wanna ruin what they had.

It made him a bit upset, but that was the harsh truth. Snowball sighed as he tucked himself under the sheets as well, next to Eraser. He dozed off, sub-consciously leaning into Eraser's chest. Eraser woke up upon feeling something heavy on him, instantly realizing that it was Snowball. He grinned, patting his head. Little did he know, Snowball was only partially asleep, and looked up at him, eyes wide.

"Did- Did you just pet me?"

Eraser's mouth was open wide enough for a fly to live in, shocked. Did he do that? Aw, fuck. He did do that. Shit. He thought he was asleep, god why was he so stupid?

"Um. No?" Both his and the other's faces were beet-red. "Sorry." "N- no! It's okay. Um." They both were at a loss for words, with only one thought in their minds.

Why is he so goddamn pretty?

"So, um."

"Yes. Yeah."

They both felt so fucking nervous. And awkward. "A-Are we about to, um, kiss right now?" Snowball mumbled, looking into Eraser's eyes. "Yeah, I- um. I think we are."

They both leaned in, their lips touching before quickly separating.

Snowball continued to stare, any trace of sleepiness long gone. "...Woah." Eraser chuckled at that, anxiousness turning into happiness and giddiness. "Yeah, woah indeed." They kissed again, each one becoming more passionate and deep until it turned into straight-up making out.

A few minutes of that passed until they both stopped, now just cuddling, with Snowball still up against Eraser's chest, and Eraser holding him.

"What are we?" Snowball asked, looking up at his... Boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Just a friend?

"...I think we're dating now." Eraser replied. Snowball smiled from ear to ear.

"Yeah, we are."

They stayed up all night, giggling and kissing, cherishing this moment. They finally fell asleep at around 12 n the morning in each other's arms, peacefully.