Choke [MCD x Reader] [DISCONTINUED]

I'm a Man, I'm a Twisted Fool【𝕫𝕒𝕟𝕖】

"Zane."

(Y/N) had opened the door of Zane's room, determined glint in their eyes. They were wearing a onesie that was clearly a size or two bigger than it needed to be and Zane's heart nearly failed on him right then.

"What do you want?" Zane huffed, adjusting his scarf to better hide his blush. It was all in vain because (Y/N) was far too observant to not have noticed it.

(Y/N) took this as permission to come in, taking a seat in Zane's office chair like they owned the damn thing (which they technically did. Zane borrowed it and never really bothered to return it.) "I need you to change into a onesie and watch some shitty movies with me."

"Bold of you to assume I own one," Zane said, throwing in an eye roll to try and get (Y/N) to leave him alone.

A raised eyebrow was all it took for Zane to know he was absolutely and utterly fucked. "The Pinkie Cake onesie sitting in your closet begs to differ."

Zane, in his embarrassment, blushed. There really shouldn't have been any way for (Y/N) to know about that, especially since he took so much time trying to hide it. "How do you know about that!"

(Y/N) didn't offer up an answer, all they did was laugh. "Just hurry up and change!"

"No."

"I've got cupcakes."

That was really all it took for Zane to push (Y/N) out of his room and grab his onesie. It wasn't exactly a secret that Zane had a soft spot for anything with sugar in it. (It was a big mistake telling (Y/N) that. They'd used that fact to their advantage more than enough times.)

He found (Y/N) in the kitchen sitting on the counter next to a plate of terribly decorated cupcakes and their laptop. They had the hood of their onesie pulled up and a stupid grin on their face. "These are all yours! You better fucking appreciate them, I burnt three other batches before this one."

Oh.

Oh.

Zane wasn't the type to get emotional over simple things, but this was close to changing that. (Y/N), an absolute menace in the kitchen, actually took time to try and bake him something. Sure, it was a bribe but the thought was still there. Zane smiled under his scarf. "What flavor are they?"

"Birthday cake with strawberry frosting, hopefully. I haven't tasted 'em yet."

"Well," Zane began, taking one of the many cupcakes, "You can try one now."

He pulled down his scarf as (Y/N) grinned. "What a kind and generous offer," they said it with a horrible British accent, laughing right near the end.

"That's terrible. Never do that again," Zane said. As (Y/N) laughed even more, delighted by absolutely nothing, he took a bite of the cupcake in his hands. Surprisingly, not terrible. He pretended he didn't notice the way (Y/N) fidgeted as they watched him, most likely trying to figure out whether or not Zane liked it.

(Y/N) grabbed one the cupcakes themselves, turning it around in their hands. "How is it?" The slight anxious tone to their words made Zane want to hug them. He didn't, though, because he still had some self-control.

"Really good."

The small yet proud smile on (Y/N)'s face was more than enough for Zane to fall in love just a little bit more, his heart stuttering as they took a bite of their cupcake. They looked surprised for a second before they once again grinned.

"So," Zane said, the word heavy and fond as it left him, "what shitty movies do you have lined up?" 

"Just some classic Hallmark movies." (Y/N) hopped off the counter and grabbed their laptop. "I've got a whole fucking pillow fort built in the living room. This is basically fourteen year old me's dream."

(Y/N) kept talking as they walked out of the kitchen, leaving Zane to grab the plate of cupcakes. It took everything in him to not laugh when he saw the pillow fort. He could tell way too much time and way too much effort was put into this. (Not that it was a bad thing, it just did something strange to Zane's heart and mind that made him a little too happy).

"Get yourself comfortable because you'll be stuck here with me for the next few hours."

Zane didn't have the heart to complain.

+

The movies were cliche and were riddled with the absolute worst acting, yet (Y/N) still managed to get emotionally invested. They'd get too close to the screen at climactic scene, yelling at the characters for being so goddamn stupid. Zane watched them with a smile and a wildly beating heart, falling even more hopelessly in love.

It was during the fifth movie when something changed. (Y/N) had begun to sit closer to Zane, pressed against his side with their head on his shoulder. They were far more subdued. Their chatter and small comments practically halted.

"Tired?" Zane asked, aware of the blush covering his face.

(Y/N) yawned, reaching for Zane's hand. "Yeah. How'd you know?"

They held Zane's hand as he tried to find an answer, mind continuously running into a wall. "You're a lot more quiet."

(Y/N) laughed, intertwining their fingers with Zane's. "I hardly noticed."

Zane was focused on his hand in (Y/N)'s. "Of course you didn't."

"Do you mind if I fall asleep?" They somehow managed to shift closer to Zane. Zane looked down and his brain froze. (Y/N) was smiling up at him, dopey smile on their face and a special type of fondness in their eyes.

"Not at all."

They were fast asleep not long after that, hand still holding Zane's. Zane was quick to follow, falling into the most peaceful sleep he's had in a while.