Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Spilt Coffee❤️‍🔥

Third Person POV

   It was a rather cool day today, the Iowan trees finally changing colour and actually looking like the typical trees you see during fall.

   Chris just returned the house he and all the other guys in the band lived in, returning from going out and getting some coffee for himself. He held the cup of somewhat-warm coffee in on hand, the other one closing the door behind him.

   Meanwhile, Sid had stolen one of Corey's favourite shirts in an attempt to use as a hostage to get something that was rather trivial, but he had wanted.

   In the process of trying to keep in his giggles and out-run the singer, he had ran right into Chris.

   The coffee in the percussionist's hand had basically went flying into the air, the world almost going into slow motion as Sid realised what he had ran into.

   Or rather, who he had ran into.

   "What the hell is—" Chris had started to ask, before the hot coffee splashed all across his already-thin shirt, the heat already making a noticeable mark.

   The liquid spilt all over the taller man's shirt, and had surprisingly not gotten onto Sid's clothes.

   "Ah, fuck—" Chris cut himself off, looking to just see that it was only Sid.

   "... You," he said simply, his jaw clenching as he set the empty cup on a nearby table, taking a step towards his bandmate.

   Sid immediately felt a shiver of worry go down his spine as his eyes widened a bit, seeing the other man's expression.

   "I-I'm so sorry...! I didn't mean to make you spill your coffee—" He stammered out, stepping backwards, though his steps were more like small stumbles.

   "I'm sure you didn't, you're just such a damn clumsy person," Chris replied bitterly, his gaze locked on Sid, watching his every move.

He closed the space between them in a few quick steps, shoving the smaller man back by his shoulder until he slammed hard into the wall behind him, a smirk appearing on the percussionists face when he saw the look of surprise on Sid's.

It wasn't that often that Chris was this easily annoyed, so it only added to the turntablist's surprise.

Maybe something pissed him off earlier? Maybe he didn't get enough sleep last night? Or was it really just because his coffee got spilt onto his shirt?

Sid had no idea, but he was sure as hell regretting the little prank he had pulled, now silently wishing that he at least hadn't ran down this specific hallway.

Chris's hands moved to rest on either side of Sid, trapping the other man against the wall so he couldn't try to sneak away. His own body pressing up against Sid's, using his height and size to his advantage.

"You know, I was actually in a pretty good mood before this. But now... I'm not. How about you try and fix that, hm?" He lowered his voice into a growl, his gaze practically burning into Sid's.

The nervous feeling only grew, as Sid's mind raced to try to find some ways to possibly fix this shitty situation his impulsiveness had gotten him into.

"I-I...can get you another coffee... and I can clean your shirt..." He offered, unsure of what else Chris may want from him to redeem himself.

One of Chris's hands moved, instead wrapping firmly around the base of Sid's throat, pinning him in place, not pressing down in the slightest. He watched the way his bandmate's eyes widened in surprise.