I'm proud of the growing popularity of dis book, despite this being the first request I did. So thank you so much!

Tis requested by Apllo-Apollo (I got some requests when they were closed, that's my fault lmao-). Trust me (or not), I think I know where I'm going with this story...also give me writing tips if you have any.

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Pico hung out at Boyfriend's house in the afternoon, but due to a snowstorm occurring literally five minutes after he arrived, he had to sleep over. Well he didn't choose to—Boyfriend made him. Pico thought he could manage just fine getting home, but the blue midget didn't want him to get buried under snow and get frostbite.

"You worry too much," Pico grumbled.

"Well you take too many risks," Boyfriend responded. He walked away from Pico and walked out of his bedroom without saying anything. Pico sat up straight from the bean bag chair he was in. Or, the chair he was pushed in after he tried to leave.

"Where you goin', B?" No answer. Pico sighed heavily and sank back into the chair. Boyfriend came back with a huge bag of Pringles. Pizza-flavored of course!

"Wanna stuff our small bellies with chips?" Boyfriend asked with a grin. He dropped the bag in the middle of his room and pried it open. Pico sat up from the chair again, rubbed his eyes, and stared at the bag, making sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Sure but how in the world did ya find a BAG of PRINGLES? Don't they come in tubes...?"

"That crazy fangirl gave it to me yesterday, as an apology for trying to manifest you. Apparently these are super rare!"

"Pfft, can't believe she thought I was your boyfriend. Imagine?"

Boyfriend chuckled, struggling to shove some strange thoughts to the back of his brain. "Y-Yeah, that's stupid." He fit a Pringle in his mouth and munched on it.

"Ugh, can you move the bag closer to me? I don't wanna get up," Pico whined. Boyfriend eye rolled playfully and dragged the bag to him. "Thanks." Pico nibbled on a Pringle before shoving it in his mouth. He took his phone out from his pocket and started scrolling through Twitter. Boyfriend didn't know why, but he felt a little mad when Pico went on his phone.

He crawled around the chips and went behind Pico, plopping his head on his shoulder. Pico's eyes widened at the sudden weight and moved his eyes to the midget.

"What are you doing?" Pico asked.

"I'm trying to get you to notice me, Senpai~"

Pico blushed a little and his mind bounced everywhere. "A—" He pushed Boyfriend off his shoulder and tumbled off the bean bag. Boyfriend grunted as he fell on his butt and laughed himself to tears. Pico muttered a few insults before glaring at Boyfriend. "Funk you, man . . . . "

"C'mon it was funny!"

"No it wasn't! It made me feel warm and tingly!"

Boyfriend scratched the side of his head and frowned. "Where...?"

Pico made a look of disgust and threw the bean bag on top of him. It basically covered his whole body; he was that small. Boyfriend's muffled laughs irritated Pico even more.

"wHeRe?! What kind of question is . . . eugh never mind!" Pico felt his face heat up. "Stop laughing!"

Boyfriend lifted the bean bag off himself and calmed down. "O-Okay, okay . . . woo!"

Pico dragged the bag to its original spot and sat back down, taking another Pringle and looking at his phone. "I'll forgive you if we can look at a bunch of Friday Night Funkin' memes."

"Heck yeah!"

The guys looked at a bunch of FNF memes and cackled at some of them, such as the "Funkin, but at what cost" meme. Armless Boyfriend deserves more love.

At times the real Boyfriend would grip Pico's arm while he was laughing. Pico didn't bother to push him away, 'cause he kind of liked it...? What the heck—

Two hours of wasted time and getting fat with Pringles later, freezing air started to sweep through the house as the snow storm got worse. Boyfriend had a heater, but it wasn't strong enough. And he was in his normal outfit; short-sleeved shirt and baggy pants. Well at least his 2-inch tall legs were warm. Pico's ears picked up the sound of his friend shivering as they were looking for a show to watch. He turned to Boyfriend and saw his arms wrapped around each other.

"You alright Beepers?" Pico asked.

"B-Beeeep . . . . " Boyfriend whispered, nodding slowly.

"If you're cold, why don't you just hop in your bed?"

"I'm g-gonna fall asleep! Darn, I never thought of getting blankets."

Pico hesitated while tapping his fingers in his lap. Finally, he took his sweater off and threw it to Boyfriend. Boyfriend gasped and felt a blush rising to his cheeks as he stared at Pico. With no sweater on. Needless to say, the midget was breathless.

"Ehehe, a-aren't you gonna get cold?" Boyfriend asked him as he twiddled his thumbs. Pico felt stiff since Boyfriend was eyeing his chest.

"Body heat is a thing, ya know." He immediately regretted saying that when the temperature got to him. Boyfriend sighed when he noticed Pico's shaking, and put his sweater on.

"Aight, stay still." Boyfriend sat on Pico's lap, which made Pico gulp. Boyfriend swung an arm around his neck, resting it on his opposite shoulder. "There, that better?"

"YYYup," Pico said. He tried to relax his pounding heart by biting his lip and taking deep breaths. The two continued looking for a show to watch. Eventually they just watched My Strange Addiction. To question how someone would like eating sand or be in a relationship with their car.

Pico felt like Boyfriend was getting closer and closer. His legs were now squished against Pico's abdomen. It made the carrot feel flustered, but wasn't like he could push him off—the cold air would probably trap him, and Boyfriend was heccin' strong. So Pico wouldn't be able to shove him off if he tried.

Boyfriend had a thought in his head for weeks on end. It was the only thing he could think about right now. Thankfully Pico wasn't paying attention to his shuddery breathing. Maybe he should ask him. Wait no, it was too soon to ask him! For all Boyfriend knew, Pico would shoot his pretty lil' head off. But . . . Boyfriend really wanted it.

He needed it.

Boyfriend leaned into Pico's ear and whispered, "Hey, Pico?"

" . . . Yeah?"

"U-Um . . . . " Boyfriend tugged at the collar of his green sweater, then ever so gently, he laid his free hand on Pico's chest. Pico's breathing hitched. How was he supposed to feel about this? It was strange, but . . . nice?

His cheeks turned a faint pink when the midget stared up into his dazed eyes. Boyfriend quickly looked away, though.

"Shoot, that eye contact was gay."

"You say that as if being gay is a bad thing," Pico said. Boyfriend started removing his hand from his chest, but Pico grabbed his wrist tightly and made him beep. "I didn't tell ya to stop." Boyfriend's face exploded with blush; he watched Pico put his hand back where it was.

Boyfriend carefully thought about his next sentence, but maybe Pico would be up for it. "Pico, can we...?"

Pico's eyes widened. "You want to...?"

"Mhm."

Pico glided a hand through his own hair, feeling his chest rise and lower against Boyfriend's hand. He clicked his tongue and paused the show.

"Let'z do it, B."

Boyfriend started by taking the sweater and his shirt off.

He stood next to Pico, their bodies just inches away from each other.

And they hugged. They tried their best to extend the shirtless hug for 20 seconds, but they chickened out at the same time after 5 seconds.

"Oh shit, I can't believe we did that!" Boyfriend whispered, holding the top of his head in panic.

Pico ran to the window behind him and pressed his face against it. "I KNOW, DID ANYONE SEE US?!"

"WELL THEY WILL IF YOU KEEP SHOUTING!"

"DUDE YOU'RE SHOUTING TOO!"

"ALRIGHT LET'S JUST SHUT UP!"

They panted softly. Once they were calm again, Boyfriend snorted and laughed. Pico turned to him and chuckled. He thought that laugh was pretty cute, to be honest.

"G-God . . . what's wrong with us?" Boyfriend asked while putting his white T-shirt on.

"No idea, man. No idea," Pico said, shaking his head. He picked up his sweater from the floor and slid it on. Boyfriend started shivering again.

"I k-kinda wish we didn't stop hugging, heh."

"Yeah that's enough quirky hugging for today." Pico picked up Boyfriend bridal style. The smaller one beeped loudly. "You're goin' to bed."

"Hey! I'm not! I won't fall asleep!" Boyfriend squirmed in Pico's grip while Pico turned to his bed. Then he yeeted him on the bed, earning an "Oof!" from him. The sheets were pulled back, since Boyfriend was too lazy to make his own bed.

"Gimme some peace, B!" Pico picked up a plushie of Boyfriend from the bed, and threw it to the actual Boyfriend's face. Pico snickered and pulled the sheets over him.

"Don't—" Boyfriend yawned, "do that . . . . " The satisfying warmth that covered him made him sleepy. He turned to his side, curling up and cuddling the plushie. Then he looked up at Pico as his eyelids fluttered closed. Steadily breathing as he drifted to sleep.

Pico smiled and kissed his head. He laid his whole body on the bean bag chair and called Girlfriend from his phone. Well she prefers Cherry.

"Cherry," Pico swallowed for a second, "I did it. I did the manly hug with Boyfriend."

Cherry squealed like she was reading an adorable fanfic. "YES!"