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When your hyperfixation is so specific you can only squeal in excitement internally when all you want to do is talk about it to someone who's a fan too (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

help me… i’ve fallen in love with the cutest zombie ever omgosh so hears this short drabble

click to read ♡ mostly fluff with occasional suggestive flirting, but that’s just sid :3 not proof read!

your hands work against the edge of the bed, your body hunched over as you aggravatingly tidy the bed. a small grunt escapes your lips as you struggle with the fitted sheet, you had always found it to be a pain to set up.

from the other side of the room, a figure walks in, almost too quiet for you to even hear with the way your mind is fuming from annoyance. the silhouette of the unnoticed figure lurks near the shadows of the wall. there chest barely rising as they creep closer on your unsuspecting figure.

with a sudden yell, they wrap their arms around you, their body pressing against your back as you yell from fright, your hands moving quicker then you can comprehend. “fuck!” you stop when you hear the familiar voice, your head quickly looking at them in worry.

“oh gosh sid! i’m sorry, i didn’t know it was you, are you okay??” you quickly move closer to him, your hand finding the spot he hand on the side of his cheek. you softly pull his hand away from his face, your eyes widening with guilt at the scratch on his face.

your ring had cut him. how? you don’t know. but all that mattered was checking on him. he groaned teasingly, he could feel it but it barely made an effect on his body.

“ouch, cupcake, you really know how to pack a punch.” he pretended to wince from the pain, making you gush over him. “i’m sorry! i didn’t see you!” your words jumbled together as you checked him over for any other injuries.

“y’know, if you want to feel me up, you could just ask.” his face held a cocky smirk, the same faint purple blush on his face as his eyes looked you up and down. you blushed from his comment, making him laugh. “you’re so cute, omgosh. i can’t believe you’re mine.”

your prodded at the inside of your mouth, not wanting to get distracted from his, much loved, comments. “shush, let me clean you up.” your eyebrows furrowed as you went over to wipe the blood off his face. “ooh i like that idea.” he wiggled his eyebrows, making you smack him softly on his chest.

“i meant your cut, puppy.” you spoke as you finally wiped the blood off his face with your finger. “lemme see.” he spoke, gently grabbing your finger as he faced the blood to his face. “hmm?” with a quick move, he leaned in, licking the blood off your finger with his blood.

“hm, just like i thought. not good at all.” he said pouting playfully. “gross sid! that’s your blood.” you said grimacing slightly. “oh please, i was just comparing tastes.” his eyes stared you down, almost like he was eating you. “comparing tastes to what?”

your eyebrow raised up in slight curiosity. “well since you’ve so kindly asked.” your questions were answered as he leaned in, his hand grabbing your chin gently, bringing your face closer to his. he tilted, his tongue creating a long stripe across your cheek.

“sid!” you face felt warm at his actions, making him smile and laugh. “i’m sorry, i had to, you’re just so easy to tease.” you pouted at him, making him smile at you. “no sad. not when i’m around at least.” his finger poked at your nose, making you look at him.

“yes yes, i know. cause sid time means happy time.” you grumbled the words out. the wide grin on his face never leaving him. “exactly.” he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, not until pulling away with a small nibble to your bottom lip. “now let’s get this cut patched up.”