Choke [MCD x Reader] [DISCONTINUED]

Lighten up, Buttercup, Get a Hobby【𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖】

Dante didn't really want to say that he was on babysitting duty but, essentially, that's what it was. While everyone else went out and did whatever crazy thing they had planned, he was left behind to make sure (Y/N) didn't sneak off.

It's been two weeks and Dante was getting tired of it. He was sure (Y/N) was as well, if their latest idea was any indication.

"We can just go right down to the nearest 7/11, grab a slushie and some snacks!" they said while they laid their head on Dante's lap, staring up at him. "Just you and me! It'll be real quick. I know you want to leave too."

Dante continued watching whatever cooking show was on the TV, smiling to himself as he tried his best to not look (Y/N) in the eyes. "We can't, you know that."

"Okay, and? We'll be gone for fifteen minutes at the most, no one will even notice!" 

They were looking at Dante with this pleading look, all puppy eyed with their hands clasped together. It didn't take much more persuading for Dante to eventually give in, he always was weak-willed.

The 7/11 (Y/N) had in mind was about six blocks away and a lot bigger than Dante would've ever expected. By the time the two entered the store, they'd already been out for eight minutes.

Seven minutes were spent getting slushies. 

It started out relatively simple, (Y/N) unable to decide exactly what size they wanted. They offered a whole slew of excuses, saying that 'small just isn't enough' and that 'large was way too much' and 'are you crazy? medium isn't medium!' and 'don't you dare mention getting two cups because that's just treachery.' (They ended up getting a medium while Dante settle for a small.)

After a whole internal debate on what size cup was appropriate they spent even more time trying to decide what flavor they should get. Blueberry was great and all, but watermelon? How was one supposed to choose! Strawberry and coke? Perfect way to make this choice impossible! (They ended up choosing blueberry, sending an exaggerated wink Dante's way that definitely didn't make him blush.)

Ten more minutes were spent choosing snacks.

(Y/N) really couldn't decide just what chips they wanted or if they even wanted chips because Doritos are great and all, but have you ever had Cheez-Its? With a heavy heart and a dramatic sigh, they chose a can of Pringles. Dante was laughing almost the entire time, (Y/N)'s theatrics finally breaking him down. 

If the choosing of the chips was bad, (Y/N)'s debate on what sweet to get was even worse. After telling Dante the totally serious consequences of choosing a hard candy instead of a chocolate, Dante decided he'd be the one to make the choice this time. (Y/N) was pouting as Dante ruffled their hair, a grin on his face and a bag of Jolly Ranchers in his hand. ("I hate you," they told him in the same way someone would say I love you.)

After paying for their snacks like the law-abiding citizens they definitely were, (Y/N) and Dante made their way back to the apartment. The walk back somehow took fourteen minutes, opposed to the original eight. (Y/N) was to blame for that, taking Dante on a 'completely necessary' detour.

"So what happened to only being gone for fifteen minutes?" Dante asked, taking a seat on the couch. His smile absolutely didn't grow when (Y/N) sat next to him, not giving a damn about personal space. 

"Plans change."

Dante couldn't exactly formulate the best of thoughts at the moment, looking at (Y/N) as if they were the only thing that mattered because, really, that's what it felt like. 'Holy fuck, I love you' was Dante's only coherent thought.

"Wait, what?" 

Maybe it wasn't just a thought because-

"Holy shit, I said that out loud." 

Dante was embarrassed, incredibly so. It's not exactly the smoothest or smartest of moves to confess on accident. He tried to simply play it off like a mistake or a joke or anything besides the actual truth. "Man, I'm sorry, I didn't-you know. It really was just a-a, I don't know. God, that was, uh, pretty awkward. Sorry."

Dante trailed off when he heard (Y/N) laugh, this small little thing with a touch of disbelief and fondness that had Dante's brain shutting down. "Dante, shut up." They said it while laughing so it couldn't be meant in a bad way, right?

"Sure, okay, whatever you say."

(Y/N) was calming down considerably, smiling at Dante like he had the whole world in his hands. "Wanna know something?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"I love you too."

This was definitely happening. Dante wasn't dreaming or hallucinating, absolutely couldn't be at this point. Not when (Y/N) was looking so vulnerable, like their heart was on the line here (because it was.)

Dante laughed, the sound all awkward and forced. "I don't know what to do now."

"You could, maybe, kiss me?" (Y/N) asked, tilting their head and grinning like the smug bastard they are. 

"Seriously?"

"Yes." (Y/N) said this with so much affection that Dante nearly didn't believe it because, holy fuck, he didn't deserve this at all.

Dante was hesitant at first, afraid that (Y/N) might just change their mind. Apparently he was too hesitant because (Y/N) pulled Dante down by his collar for a quick, chaste kiss that left both of them grinning like idiots.

"Could've been worse," (Y/N) shrugged.

"Oh, fuck off."