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Sing me a love song dear
What good has the news ever done me
an alternate universe where bashur has a new co-dj boarding with him for midday radio, some guy with a weird accent and an even weirder name. who the heck names their kid bodil, anyway?
I was in the mood for some Bashdil and I kept thinking about how hilarious Pewface was so I combined the two and here is the finished result. Enjoy~ Darky out~
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Bashur asked, pausing outside his front door. “He isn’t the most polite of company.”
“It’ll be fine.” Bodil assured, grinning slightly. “I want to meet the famous Pewface that you rant about on nearly every single one of our dates.” He teased. Bashur felt colour rise to his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.
“I don’t talk about him that much, do I?” He asked, biting his lip slightly.
“You do.” Bodil shrugged, his grin widening. “I don’t mind though. It’s fun hearing about the things he’s done to annoy you.”
“Shut up.” Bashur grumbled. “Do you wanna come in or not?”
“Yes, I want to come in.” Bodil rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. “I don’t know about you but I’m sick of being interrupted by Simon and Double whenever we’re at my place.”
“Ah yeah...that’s always pretty awkward...” Bashur winced at the memory as he dug his keys out of his pocket. “Well anyway... here we are. You can take off your jacket if you want.” He offered, unlocking the door and holding it open for the other man. Bodil nodded and slipped off his suit jacket, slinging it over his shoulder as he stepped inside.
“It’s kinda empty in here.” He commented, looking around the large entry hall.
“Pewface! I’m home!” Bashur called as he followed Bodil inside, closing the door behind them. “And sorry about that. I only built it a little while ago so I haven’t really had time to put furniture in.” Bodil opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a voice coming from upstairs.
“It’s about time you got back, idiot. Are you done sucking face with the weird foreign guy?” Bodil raised one eyebrow at his boyfriend whose face was morphing into a strange mixture of anger and embarrassment.
“Dammit Pewface! Shut up!” He yelled up the stairs, his reaction causing Bodil to start giggling.
“Who’s that laughing?” The voice continued, this time accompanied by soft footsteps as Pewface made his way towards the couple. “You didn’t bring him here did you?”
“Yes I did. And I expect you to be polite Pewface.” Bashur commanded, putting his hands on his hips in what he thought was an intimidating pose and causing Bodil to dissolve into another fit of giggles.
“Oh wow, when you said his laugh was annoying, you weren’t kidding.” Pewface commented, causing Bodil to cut off abruptly and give Bashur a confused and slightly hurt look.
“You think my laugh is annoying?” He asked with a slight pout.
“Of course not! Don’t believe Pewface, he’s a jerk. I think your laugh is adorable!” Bashur defended. Bodil brightened immediately and leant over to give Bashur a light kiss on the lips, which Bashur happily returned.
“Ewww.” Pewface’s loud exclamation made them jerk apart, Bashur twisting to glare at the dog who had finally made his appearance while Bodil lifted up his sunglasses to get better look at the animal.
“Is this Pewface?” He asked, crouching down slightly. “He has a pink collar.”
“Yes, I am fully aware of that, idiot.” Pewface snorted. “Why do you talk weird?”
“Pewface! Be nice to Bodil!” Bashur scolded. Pewface gave him a confused look.
“I’m being nice! I’m just asking why he talks funny.” He defended himself, lifting his chin arrogantly. Bashur opened his mouth to scold the dog again but Bodil waved his hand to signal that it was alright.
“Don’t worry, I get this question all the time, I’m used to it.” He assured the melon man with a slight eye-roll before crouching down to Pewface’s height and holding out his hand. “I’m Bodil40 but everyone calls me Bodil. I come from a country called Bulgaria which is why I ‘talk funny’. It’s nice to meet you Pewface.” Pewface considered the man’s hand for a moment before placing his paw on top of it, almost daintily so that Bodil could shake it.
“You don’t seem that bad I guess.” He offered and Bodil gave him a cheeky grin.
“That’s what they all say at first~”
“What was that?!”
“Nothing~”
Bashur sighed and rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. Well at least they’re getting along...for now...
