#bodaki

[opmstd]

Majówka Bodaki 2017. Słoneczny wieczór.

[opmstd]

Majówka Bodaki 2017. Mglisty poranek.

[mooksie01]

December 7th - Bodaki - Snowmen

               “Baki.”

               “Bodil, don’t you dare.”

               The dark-haired Bulgarian turned to the living snowman monster with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. They were walking down the street at a calm, leisurely pace. And now they were passing the school, and…

               “It’s a snowman, Baki!” Bodil cackled.

               Baki rubbed at his non-existent temples with his wet little snow… hands? Paws? Nubs. He wasn’t even quite sure himself. Somehow, he was getting a headache. A snowman with a headache. Ha. Funny. Brain freeze.

               “I know, Bodil,” Baki grumbled, trying to quicken his pace so that they may surpass the little, cheerful snow creature quickly.

               Bodil bounded over to the snow sculpture, however, grasping onto the sides of its mindlessly smiling face.

               “Bodil!” Baki hissed, “Get off there! That isn’t our lawn!”

               Bodil gleefully ignored him, poking at the snowman with all of the clinical precision of a three-year-old playing doctor, Baki looking away, a blue blush painting his snowy cheeks when he caught the Bulgarian daring to grope the snowman.

               “Bodil!” Baki called, pleading now, “Come on! I thought you were taking me to dinner!”

               “But Baki!” Bodil finally replied, “We can’t just leave your brother trapped here in this icy prison! Look at him! He’s practically crying for help!”

               “Bodil,” Baki began, heaving a long-suffering sigh, “It is a snowman.”

               Bodil gasped, covering the sides of the snowman’s head as if it had ears, “Racist even with your own kind, Baki! You’re a snowman, too, you know!”

               Baki stared at him, unimpressed, “I’m a magic snowman. That thing is not. Now come on; I think it’s starting to melt on you.”

               Bodil finally accepted defeat, trailing along after the snowmonster, grumbling all the way to the restaurant.

               Baki figured that was the end of that, but of course things could never be that easy when Bodil was involved.

               They were taking a minecart to the desert, and it passed through a taiga, and, well-

               “SNOWMAN, BAKI!”

               “Bodil! Shut! The fuck! Up!”

               They were shopping for gifts.

               “Baki, look! It’s your brother!”

               “That snowman and I aren’t even a little bit related.”

               Lying in bed together.

               “I built you a friend outside.”

               “I’m going to break up with you.”

               He opened the door. Several snowmen and snowwomen.

               “Oh my goodness, Baki! Family reunion!”

               “This relationship is over.”

               When Bodil proposed.

               “Could you please bring forth the ring I gave you, my good man?”

               “Is that a freaking snowman? Why the fuck did I just agree to spend the rest of my life with you, oh my Notch.”

               It never ended.

               Truly.

               And Baki would be caught dead before he ever admitted that maybe, just maybe, he found it to be one of Bodil’s most endearing qualities.

               Because it wasn’t a funny joke in the least.

               Nope.

[thishazeleyeddemon]

Frosty kiss

Pairing: Bodaki

Rating: PG

WC: 738

Summary: Baki did love Bodil, he just didn't want to hurt him ,damnit!

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Baki loved Bodil. Everyone knew that, he was too bad at hiding things. But, thankfully for his little frozen heart, the Bulgarian told him he liked him too, after he had blurted out yet another hint (unwillingly, really). The two made a great pair - they built maps together, they played maps together, and they had fun together. Everyone saw how good they were for each other. How Baki calmed Bodil down if the Bulgarian went a little too far with a prank, and how Bodil always made Baki do things he wouldn't otherwise even consider (but liked in the end). But, even with all these things, the two had never even kissed. Baki was too self-conscious about his own icy body. He was scared he'd frostbite Bodil, so every time the taller tried to kiss him, he'd come up with some kind of a - really bad, most of the time - excuse and run away. Just like today. They have just finished one of the maps Baki found and were sitting at the end and watching the fireworks that were going off in the distance. Bodil was telling a joke one minute and the next one he was pinning the snowman under himself. Their lips - and bodies - were far too close for Baki's comfort.  It was weird. He craved Bodil, much more than he even realised consciously. But his mind was always plagued with thoughts of Bodil in pain due to the cold. So he did what his instincts told him to: he grasped the Bulgarian's shoulders and forced him off of himself before scrambling to his feet. "I- uh..." he stammered, cradling his hands close to himself as he looked left and right for some kind of an excuse. Bodil looked up at him from his spot on the grassy ground. "What's wrong?" he asked, propping himself up with one bent elbow and using the other to push himself up fully. "I just... I have to go," Baki said finally, dejectedly. His throat was squeezing and his chest felt heavy - just like every time. He turned to leave, his feet shuffling on the grass. Before he could get out of the map though, Bodil grasped his hand and pulled him back. He stood up quickly, Baki noted wordlessly. His head was hung and he refused to look up into Bodil's eyes. "Seriously, what's wrong?" Bodil asked him, his grip turning from keeping him in place to a gentle hold. "Every time I try to kiss you, you have 'to go away'," he muttered. His thick accent was laced with something Baki could only pinpoint as... Worry?  That probably wasn't it, but that was about as close as he'd get. His body went slack, his shoulders falling. He must've looked as dejected as he felt, by the softness of Bodil's gaze. "I- um..." Baki looked away. "I just..." Goddammit, he couldn't even say it. It sounded really weird now, even to him - in his mind. God. Dammit. "I don't want you freezing, okay?!" There. He said it. He... said it. Wow. It sounded even more stupid out loud than it did in his head. Bodil burst out laughing, and Baki wanted nothing else than to disappear off the face of the Earth. The Bulgarian managed to catch his breath and he looked him dead in the eye, yet still suppressing snickers. "Is that it?" he asked. "Well... I mean- I- I just-" "Come here, you," Bodil cooed and dragged him back. Baki ended up squished against the other's chest. "Is that it?" "Yeah, I mean..." Baki cut himself off with a sigh. Bodil turned him around to face him and showed off one of his trademark smirks.  "I like cold." And then their lips pressed against each other's. There were no fireworks, no sparks flying around like the stories liked to depict it.  No, it much better than that. Bodil's lips were warm and smooth and fit onto his perfectly. They separated after a few blissful moments. Baki eyed Bodil's face. "Your lips are blue," he pointed out sadly. Bodil must've been freezing, just like he had thought. But instead of an answer, the Bulgarian had just pulled him closer and turned to watch the slowly dying fireworks still going off in the distance. He could feel the other's small, satisfied smirk against the back of his neck.

Eee thankee Kuru