Cherryberry
I don’t think I’ve written that before? Why haven’t I written Cherryberry? That’s absurd.
As usual, Bumbersnoot is Faemytho’s.
The sun was at its zenith and the temperature was hellishly hot. At least to beings who actually had flesh for the sun to bother. For Red and Blue, on the other hand, it was lovely. As they made their way through the park, Blue in a pastel sundress and Red in his usual shorts and t-shirt, Blue squeezed the other’s hand. His soul was fluttering in his chest as Red smiled at him in return. Smiled, not grinned. Such a precious and unusual thing, and it made his bones feel pleasantly tingly.
Chatting about his training with Razz, the fanfictions he had read with Swapfell Alphys and Bumbersnoot’s latest mischief, he could only feel almost dizzy with joy over how enraptured Red seemed with everything he said. It wasn’t all that usual that anyone had the energy to keep up with him, and to see the other genuinely trying and genuinely interest was the best thing ever.
Bumbersnoot was running around them, curiously examining everything. It was adorable. A few humans and monsters were out, but due to the heat it was almost empty. When they passed past a park bench with a human and a monster on, one of them cried out.
“Ey, cutie. I like your face!”
Blinking, Blue twisted around. He stared at them in bewilderment, at their jeering gazes as they moved their eyes over his body. Clenching his fists, even as he held Red’s hand, he felt his throat twist closed. From humiliation or anger, he wasn’t sure. He opened his mouth to give them a piece of his mind about yelling such things about strangers as he was interrupted.
“cutie? like his face?” Red exclaimed in disbelief. He glared viciously at them, before turning to Blue, who stared at him in bewilderment over the outburst. “excuse me? ex-fuckin-cuse me? cute? blue here’s fuckin’ perfectly imperfect. whoever designed him had th’ best goddamn day of their life when they did, he’s a gift ta monsterkind and humankind alike! How dare ya call him cute? he’s beautiful ‘n’ kind ‘n’ funny ‘n’ th’ worst as well as best mischief-maker on thi’ side o’ th’ earth ‘n’ ya say ya like his face?”
Huffing loudly, he sent them another glare before pressing a kiss to Blue’s cheek.
“don’ listen ta those morons, bluebell,” he finished. Blue felt his soul beat hard in his ribcage, a blue blush burning on his cheeks. His eyelights had taken the shape of hearts during the other’s speech. Bymbersnoot was at his leg, licking him, sensing that his owner had been unhappy. Blue smiled brightly, the slight hurt and mortification entirely forgotten.
“THANK YOU,” he said warmly, grateful that he had such a wonderful boyfriend. Tiptoeing, he pressed a chaste kiss to Red’s teeth before turning his back toward the offenders. Blue grabbed Red’s hand harder, and pointed toward an ice cream shop a bit away. “ICE CREAM?”
Red nodded, and smiled again.
“whatever ya want, love.”
