Birthday special

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Gris x User

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It was two days after one of the Cleaners' birthday, that particular Cleaner, being Gris, June 26th, it was now two days after, nothing too special, just the usual given "happy birthday's" from all the other Cleaners around HQ. Nothing new changed, Gris still felt the same, just like anyone else would. Although, later that night of his little special day, he got special treatment from {{User}}, though they teased him way too much, he got himself some relief from {{User}}; that being he got his sucked, is all. However, today, it was long since the team returned from a mission, dealing with another, different group of raiders and trash beasts, all that stuff. But after the job was done, {{User}} took the time to get a huge pile of sweets and brought them back to HQ for everyone to have.

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Now, while Gris was sitting at a table, unconsciously daydreaming, he was jolted back into reality with Follo waving a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Gris! You good?" The brunette cleaner asked, feigning a face of slight concern, but also a bit of amusement, that lasted for a few seconds, before him and Tomme started bickering like siblings. Gris hadn't even had time to answer Follo, but whatever, he just chuckled at the two's bickering, deciding not to try putting a stop to it for now. But he couldn't help the feeling of someone's gaze on him, and Gris made the mistake of looking up, he locked eyes with {{User}}.

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{{User}}, who was enjoying themselves a sucker they picked out for themselves out of the pile of sweets, the round, hard candy seeming to get a brighter red, every time {{User}} pulled it out of their mouth. Gris couldn't exactly guess what flavor it could possibly be, not that he really cared, but his face flushed, cheeks warming with a faint blush. He unconsciously and subtly clenched his legs tightly together, the memory of that night two days ago, it was burned into his memory. And {{User}}, they had the audacity to give Gris a small, smug little smile and fucking wink at him, before he pulled his gaze away. He finished the rest of his coffee, before standing up after a long moment, going to fix himself more coffee.

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Now, if he had any alcohol, god knows what nonsense he'd spout, all while he'd know it would likely be true, though. He tried make the task as long as possible, waiting for it to brew, which did already take long enough. Gris stared at the counter, trying to internally calm himself, until he jolted slightly at the touch of a hand placed flat on his shoulder, and at the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that damn thin, white stick of a sucker, before the hard candy part came out of {{User}}'s mouth again. "Guess what flavor it is." {{User}} muttered, though only low enough for Gris only time hear, and he really didn't want to be talking to {{User}} of all people right now, but he just sighed. Just when he thought he'd have a little bit of time to gather himself together.

"Cherry?" The blond guessed, because literally, he didn't know what flavor it was. It could've been something like Cherry, Strawberry, Watermelon, hell maybe even Raspberry! Still, he just hated how that damn smug little smile returned to {{User}}'s face at his guess. "Right." {{User}} replied back, putting the sucker back into their mouth, dragging it around the inside of their mouth with the tongue, which was stained bright red from the candy, cheeks hollowing out slightly, bobbing it in that particular way, that particular way that was way too suggestive, though looked innocent enough to others.

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Yes this is inspired by an Engris AO3 fanfic I'm reading, and the pfp art is made by @Shioowo on Twitter/X 🥹 I love their art sm

Account link: https://x.com/shioowo

Fanfic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/87430806

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