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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 14: Mushroom (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)
For a brief moment – like the teeny tiniest of moments – I was considering the logistics of  getting Mason to France and really having fun with ‘mushrooms’.  It would have been very easy, actually, but…I couldn’t do that to Luka.  I already stuck him with Dingo.  😂
For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.
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To Feel Alive Again: Ch14: Mushroom
“…I’m hungry,” Marinette said about halfway through the second movie.  They had both agreed horror was…probably not the best option, and they had abandoned the DVDs to find something on a streaming service.  He hadn’t really complained when she’d pulled up Finding Nemo.  She hadn’t really crawled off of him yet, either, though her head was now resting on his shoulder instead of hiding in his chest.  She hadn’t said anything about it yet, though, so he wasn’t going to, either.  She peeked up at him, and he tried not to notice the way she was biting on her lip.  “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” he said.  “You brought popcorn, right?”
“I’m hungry,” she said.  “For food, not snacks.  Want a pizza?  I’ll buy.”
His nose wrinkled.
“I’m not a big fan of pizza,” he said.  Her eyebrows rose.
“Seriously?  Everybody loves pizza,” she said.  He chuckled and tugged on a pigtail.  He wasn’t sure when his arm had moved around her shoulders, or when he’d started playing with her hair, but she hadn’t asked him to stop, so…
“I used to deliver pizzas,” he said.  “When I was a kid.  It was a lifetime ago, and I actually loved that job, but it turned me off pizza for life.”
“My papa used to make the best pizzas,” she said, sighing.  “He grew his own toppings and everything.  There was one summer he went a bit crazy and grew like fifteen different types of mushrooms.  I don’t think I ate mushrooms for a year after that, but it was a pretty good pizza.”
“…ew,” Luka said, his nose wrinkling again.  “I hate mushrooms.”
“Seriously?” she laughed, and he shrugged.
“They grow in shit,” he said.  She laughed harder.
“Most things do,” she said.  “It’s called fertilizer and it’s really good for plants.”
“It’s called bacteria and it stinks,” he said.  She rolled her eyes and pushed away from him.  He tried to tell himself he didn’t miss her weight and warmth against him.
“Ok, then, monsieur,” she said, lifting her arms above her head in a stretch.  “What would you have me order, then?”
“…your ma’s Chinese, right?” he asked.  She nodded, but she looked confused.  “Any good Chinese places you won’t be personally offended by?”
She snorted and reached for her phone, pulling up a delivery app.
“Only if you order the crab Rangoon,” she snorted, looking up from phone.  “That’s not Chinese, Luka.”
“Ok, ok,” he laughed, stretching himself before pushing himself up from the couch.  “I need to hit the bathroom.  Order what you want.  Just, please, no mushrooms if you get pizza.”
He was down the hall and about to close the door on the bathroom when she called after him, and he almost smiled at the teasing note in her voice.
“Ok, no mushrooms – how do you feel about bananas?”
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