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"I told you not to go to that party, you numpty muffin! And what did you do? You went to the party and got yourself hurt." He used the tweezers to carefully pull out a piece of glass from his leg, all while scolding the younger boy. Skeppy hissed in pain. He eventually just tuned him out, only listening to his voice but not paying any attention to the words spewing from his mouth at a rapid pace.
Skeppy was currently sitting on the toilet seat as his partner carefully cleaned up his wounds because he went to some party and got himself into a fight again. Despite Bad’s attempts to get him to stay home and watch a movie with him, he had been told that Quackity would be there. The kid was already a handful sober, but drunk? He’s like a completely different person.
He’s really starting to regret ignoring all of Bad’s warnings.
"Are you even listening to me?" Bad's hands stopped moving and he looked up at him. Skeppy would've laughed at how red and angry he looked but he held back.
"Y-yeah, yeah. I am. Listen, Babe-"
"Skeppy. Do not even start with the pet names. You can't just- just come home all beat up and act like nothing is wrong?! Skeppy, I just had to take a piece of glass out of your leg," He cried. "This is a new record! My goodness Skeppy-"
Skeppy kept his mouth shut, letting Bad ramble and scold him in silence. The only thing he could really pay attention to was the pain that shot through his leg as Bad wrapped bandages around his wound and the tiredness that was slowly starting to overtake him.
Skeppy leaned forward to press an apologetic kiss to Bad's head, but he swerved his head out of the way. "Nope. No kisses until you're better. Or until you at least say you're sorry."
Skeppy threw his head back and groaned in annoyance, ignoring the way Bad grumbled lowly.
The pain in his leg was nearly unbearable at this point. Tears pricked at his eyes as a hot searing pain shot through his entire leg every time the bandage made it's way around the bloody wound in his calf. It felt like his muscles were being torn apart slowly like some sick torture method.
Finally, Bad tied the bandages. He looked up and cupped his cheek gently with one hand, wiping away his unshed tears with his thumb. He pulled away and traced his hand back down to observe his arm. Just a few scratches. Bad took his hand and inspected one of the cuts carefully. Skeppy wanted to laugh at how careful and motherly he was being, wiping away the remaining tears.
He gently wrapped the cut in a bright blue band-aid, careful not to irritate the wound more. He looked Skeppy in the eyes and gave him a smile that nearly made him melt into a puddle right there in the bathroom.
If Skeppy wasn't blushing already, he was definitely blushing now.
“Better?” Skeppy nodded.
"Come on muffin, let's get you some food and water and in bed."
"Then cuddles?"
There was a beat of silence followed by one of Bad's playful growls. "Yes, Skeppy. Then cuddles."
Skeppy stared at his face for a moment. Everything about him was perfect in Skeppy’s eyes. The way his pretty emerald eyes lit up beneath his glasses when he talked about something he enjoyed, his messy, soft brown hair that Skeppy loved to run his fingers through during their cuddle sessions on the couch. He was wearing his favorite black and red hoodie, one that Skeppy would sometimes steal when he was away. Though, he would never tell Bad that. He unconsciously blushed, his face glowing a bright red.
"Y'know I love you Bad." Skeppy finally spoke, surprising himself with how soft his voice was. Bad smiled and blushed.
"I know, Skeppy."
He grabbed his hand and pulled him into his bedroom and sat him on the bed. Skeppy shuffles under the covers and pats the empty space in the bed next to him.
"Hold on, you need some water and food in your system. Craving anything in particular?"
Skeppy thought for a moment, his tongue slightly sticking out deep in thought. Bad giggled. He thought it was a cute habit.
With a gasp, he snaps his head up to look at his boyfriend. "Can I have some of Badboyhalo's famous chicken noodle soup? Pleaseee?" He whines, drawing out the E.
Bad smiles and nods, quickly walking out of his room to fetch the necessities for a sleep drunk Skeppy.
By the time Bad returned with the supplies, Skeppy looked completely out of it. His cracked glasses were discarded on the floor somewhere and it looked like he was fighting to keep his eyes open. He had what looked to be about 50 blankets draped over him.
Bad’s smile slightly faltered as he placed the soup and painkillers on the nightstand. He lightly brushed his sweaty and sticky bangs out of his eyes.
"Oh, darling," He cooed, running his fingers through his hair soothingly. Skeppy groaned at the pain in his leg but managed to sit himself up.
He set the ice pack on his bruises and used his free hand to down the glass of water and soup Bad had brought him. After Skeppy was finished, he helped him change into clean, non-bloody clothes.
"Can I get cuddles now? Please?" Skeppy looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Bad giggled. "Yes Skeppy, You can have cuddles now."
Bad shuffled his body under the pile of blankets and was immediately attacked by Skeppy, arms were squeezed so tightly around his torso that he was worried he might suffocate.
Skeppy nuzzled his face into Bad’s shoulder. "Thank you for taking care of me, Bad. I'm sorry."
Bad placed his hands on the side of Skeppy's face, tilting his head up so their lips were just millimeters apart.
"I forgive you. And I'm sorry for getting mad. I was just worried."
He peppered his face in kisses, Skeppy unable to do anything but giggle and kiss him back. Finally, he pressed his lips against Skeppys, their lips moving in sync. He reached up to wrap his arms around Bad’s neck to pull him in further.
It was chaste and full of nothing but love and adoration. Skeppy observed every little detail about him- The cherry chapstick he had applied earlier that day, how he had eaten one of the mints that Skeppy bought him as a joke, (Bad had been offended that he thought he smelled like "Rat's breath"), and how he was smiling slightly into the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around his partner's neck, resting his head in the crook of his neck. They fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound being Skeppy's slow, even breaths.
Bad put his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, letting his head fall against the fluffy pillows. He drifted off to Skeppy's soft snores.