Demons

Pickle Nuggets

A/N

I asked my roommate to say something random to use as the chapter title. Well, it is pretty random..

Anyway, this chapter is short, shitty, and unimportant. Aka me. Ha. I'm not funny.

ANYWAY, just a filler, so meh.

Y/N POV

I got a lot of weird looks when I walked into class today. I didn't blame them, considering my entire neck and what was visible of my chest was covered in hickeys. Me, the chick who doesn't socialize whatsoever.

Maybe demons are my type.

I shrugged at the thought. It was finally time to go home and see Frank. I work directly after my classes, so it's been hours. Lord only knows what he's been doing. Hopefully I still have food in the kitchen. Fuck.

I unlocked the front door and quietly entered the house, planning to spook him. I don't know why I'd even bother, he can literally hear my thoughts. Whatever. I kicked my shoes off and walked to my kitchen, figuring that's where he'd be.

I poked my head around the corner, but found nothing. I checked literally every room in the house and found nothing. So where the fuck did he g-

"Boo!" I screamed as he yelled, randomly appeared in front of me. "Hey, calm down, it's just me."

"Where the fuck did you come from?" I asked as I leaned into his chest. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest, both from previous fear and current excitement.

"The ceiling. I knew you were planning on scaring me." He replied into my hair. I backed up and looked at him incredulously.

"The fucking ceiling?" He nodded. "Fucking spider monkey."

"But I'm your favorite spider monkey." He smiled. He wasn't wrong though. "How did your day go? I've been so bored!"

"Well, the good news is that I aced the project. The bad news is I'm pretty positive they know what my source of happiness and I did last night." I motioned towards my neck and chest.

"I mean, that's not bad news for us, if you know what I mean." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit his chest, "I should take you to your classes every day. Maybe pick you up too? Show me off a little." He winked.

"I only have classes three days a week, but I wouldn't particularly mind that." He did a weird little dance, apparently liking my answer. "Is that your happy dance?"

"Damn right it is! You have a problem with it?" He said seriously. I was actually shocked at his change of demeanor, but then he started laughing, "You should have seen your face! Why would I act mad over that, babe?"

"I don't know! Don't do that though!" I pouted. He placed his hands on my face and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'll remember not to do that again, okay?" He whispered. I nodded in reply with a small smile forming on my lips. He smiled back at me, then leaned in to kiss me.

Kissing Frank isn't what you'd think kissing a demon would be like. It wasn't harsh or overbearing. It was gentle and sweet, like you're the most fragile object in the universe. That was until the making-out part began. Then his kisses were needy and full of passion, like his life absolutely depended on the kiss.

Those are my favorite type.

We continued kissing, slowly moving to my couch. He plopped down and pulled me on top of him, quickly reconnecting our lips as I got comfortable. It stayed like this; hungry, needy, lust-filled. Then it was ruined.

"Hey, bitches! What's u-" The man paused in disgust, "Gross, get a room."

"Who the fuck are you and why are you in my room?" I shouted. Frank hugged me closer, trying to calm me down.

"Y/N, this is my friend, Mikey. Mikey, this is Y/N."

"I gathered that. Nice to meet you." Mikey replied, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, I guess?"

"Yes, he is also a demon. No, he won't hurt you. Yes, I am reading your thoughts again. No, I will not shut up." Frank said as he, quite literally, read my mind. "Now that that's over, what do you need, Mikes?"

"Nothing, just felt like visiting."

"Are you going to steal all my food too?" I asked sadly as he walked towards my kitchen. He didn't respond, he didn't need to. I could hear him squeal as he opened my freezer.

"You have pickle nuggets!" He screamed. I have what? He ran into the room holding a box of frozen battered pickles that I had bought recently.

"I have fried pickles, yes. Well, they aren't fried right now, but, yeah."

"They're pickle nuggets, Y/N. Pickle nuggets." Mikey retorted.

Why are demons always stealing my food?