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For the kiss thing ik this might not be a great pairing buuuuut 45 for Murderface and Nathan?

You're good anon, I did ask for MTL ships 😊

From this ask meme

45. (Kiss) out of anger

On the evening of his birthday, Nathan had said to Murderface that he could have anything he wanted. When Murderface asked what anything meant, Nathan simply repeated 'anything' with thinly veiled exasperation.

Murderface was caught off guard because the band wasn't usually this nice to him, and he said he needed time to think it over. Impatiently, Nathan left his room and Murderface was left to his own devices.

He knew he had to take advantage of this opportunity and request something that would normally be denied to him. Maybe to turn them into their slaves or something, so they couldn't request any of his wishes. He could even dress them up and they wouldn't even be able to say no. Or maybe he could force them to get a really ugly hairstyle so they would never make fun of his hair again.

Wait, he wasn't supposed to be better than this now. He was supposed to be 'nicer' or something. Ugh, such bullshit.

After much consideration, Murderface thought of something that didn't involve humiliating his bandmates beyond belief. Something that he would actually value. But he couldn't just walk up to them and say it, so he figured he'd tell Nathan since he was the leader and everything.

And, so, he left his room and started his search for the vocalist. It might have been around half an hour when he finally found him in the living room, chatting with Pickles and sporting a beer in his hand.

"Nathan," He said. "I finally thought of schomethin-"

"Yeah, yeah, just give me a second." Nathan cut him off and kept talking with Pickles.

Murderface frowned. Okay, it's not it was his fucking birthday they were talking about or anything but sure. He could wait.

Already irritated, he took a seat next to Nathan and waited for Nathan to grace him with his attention. Unfortunately, the guy seemed to have other plans because the minutes kept passing and he wasn't showing signs of slowing down the conversation. Instead, he ordered more beers from the Klokateers to Pickles' evident approval.

Eventually, Murderface cleared his throat, though Nathan didn't even throw him a glance. Instead, he kept going on about unfortunate accidents in the bedroom with groupies while Pickles cackled at the bizarre anecdotes.

He cleared his throat again and this time Pickles tilted his head at him before returning his attention to Nathan. Seriously? Did no one remember what he came here for?!

The third time, he coughed loudly so that the conversation was audibly interrupted by the noise. Finally, Nathan turned to him only to shake his head and keep talking to the drummer. Okay, this was just ridiculous. Murderface began fake-retching like a cat with a hairball stuck in his throat. It was a pretty fine impersonation in his humble opinion.

"What the fuck, Murderface?!" Nathan glared at him when Murderface performed a convulsion on the table.

"About fucking time!" He threw his hands into the air. "I've been waiting, you know!"

"It's been like 5 minutes, man!"

"Are you scheriousch?! I've been here for hoursch!"

"Uh, no it's definitely been like 5 minutes, dood." Pickles intervened. "Maybe 10." He conceded.

Murderface squinted at them, wondering if they were trying to fuck with him. There was no way it had been that little, he felt like he had been sitting in the couch for an entire lifetime. "Whatever. I know what I want for my birthday now."

"What is it." Nathan was deadpan.

Murderface inhaled deeply, but realized he felt self-conscious. "Can we talk about it privately, I don't really-"

"No, you were so impatient to tell me so just fucking do it." Nathan took a gulp of his new beer.

"I really would prefer if-"

"Just say it."

""Well, it'sch a bit of a schenschitive-"

"Murderface." Nathan gave him The Look. "Just say it."

"Fine!" Murderface felt himself getting sweaty. "I-I want a kisch, okay!"

Nathan and Pickles blinked at him for several instants. "What." They said in unison.

"I schaid I want schome lip on lip action!" Murderface insisted, refusing to give up at this point. "S-Scho give it to me!"

Flabbergasted, Nathan threw Pickle a glance. "What do we do?"

Pickles raised an eyebrow at Nathan. "I mean, he's talking to ya, dood."

"What? No, he's telling us-"

"Uh, yeah, I'm talking to you, Nate."

"You are?!" Nathan was turning more and more pale by the second. Jeez. "A-Are you sure, I mean, you know you can pick, right?" He gestured at Pickles. "There's Pickles and-"

"Hey!"

"Skwisgaar and Toki...?" Nathan winced while reciting the names.

"But you're the one that told me." Murderface insisted and Nathan held his face in his hands. "Jeschusch, it'sch not like I'm gonna fall in love with you or schomethin'! It'sch juscht a kisch!"

"Yeah, Nathan," Pickles elbowed him with a chuckle. "Stop being a big baby about it."

"Yeah!"

"I'm not!"

"Just give the birthday boy his birthday kiss." Pickles sipped from his beer.

"I just don't understand why-"

"Stop whinin', man."

"Yeah, what are you, gay?!" Murderface interjected and Nathan glared at him.

"Fine." He said between gritted teeth before pointing at Pickles. "But I won't forget this."

"Pssht." Pickles crossed his legs and rested his chin in his hand, clearly amused. "Forgaht the consequences of yer own actions?"

Nathan huffed as he faced Murderface. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the living room was different. "Well, come here."

Uninterested in questioning Nathan's bossy tone, Murderface did as told and sat closer to him. Nathan was still glaring at him which was, well, intimidating to say the least. "Can you-"

"Shut up." Nathan furrowed his brows before his eyelids slowly closed. He breathe deeply as if attempting to calm himself. Murderface could feel his heartbeat accelerate. It belatedly occurred to him this was a very gay thing to request.

Then again, he was working on being more honest about himself.

Suddenly, Nathan's fists balled around Murderface's shoulders, gripping them with the strength of a thousand men. He tried his very best not to gasp, opting to inhale shakily instead. If he wasn't so damn nervous, he would've told Pickles to stop cackling because it was annoying.

"Stop shaking!" Nathan said, though his eyes were still closed and it took a moment for Murderface to assess he was talking to him.

"Scho-Schorry..." He muttered.

Somehow, the apology annoyed Nathan further. "Don't-" He winced. "Okay." He exhaled one last time before he started dipping his head in Murderface's direction.

It was as if it was too fast while simultaneously being too slow. Murderface was seeing his entire life flash before his eyes as Nathan's face drew closer to him. Quick, he had to do something, he had to be ready, he had to-

"Woah." He heard Pickles say before he realized Nathan's lips were pressed against his own. He blinked in shock, only barely being able to make out Nathan's expression from the non-existence distance between them.

Murderface closed his eyes too, and they remained awkwardly still for a while there before Nathan pulled away. When he opened his eyes again, he encountered an unusually flustered Nathan, red pinks and everything. It made him do a double take.

Was Nathan supposed to be cute?

"Well." Nathan stood straight, looking down at him.

"Well?" Murderface repeated.

"How was it." Nathan was trying to appear imposing though he seemed expectant instead.

"Oh." Murderface glanced at the ceiling in deep thought. "It wasch...okay?"

Pickles broke into laughter in the background, holding his belly hysterically.

"What?! Are you serious?!" Nathan yelled, standing up.

"What? I mean- It'sch not like anything happened!" Murderface defended himself. "Unlesch we do it agai-"

"No fucking way!" Nathan walked away furiously.

"Wha- Where are you going?!" Murderface asked, even more baffled than before.

"Maybe next year, eh?" Pickles shook his head, still smiling. "Fuckin' amazin'..." He mumbled before finishing his beer.

Aghast, Murderface watched Nathan's silhouette disappear through the corridor.

Not too bad for a birthday gift, he guessed...

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