Hey Guys, With Valentine's Day Coming Up, I Have Decided To Share A Lovey-Dovey Valentine's Day Shipping Fanfic Between Becker And Chainsaw From Hailey's On It, I Remembered I Made A Post Talking This Ship, You Can Find It Right Here (It Was Published 2 Years Ago In 2024)
Anyways, I Hope You Enjoy This Fic!
Becker Denoga had a habit of chewing on the ends of her pigtails when she was nervous. Right now, the left one was frayed between her teeth, the dark green knot damp with spit. She leaned against the doorframe of Chainsaw’s bedroom, arms crossed, trying to look casual. The turquoise skull on her shirt stared blankly ahead, as if judging her hesitation.
Chainsaw sat on the edge of his bed, unlacing his black sneakers. His red headband was slightly askew, and he kept pushing his brown hair out of his eyes like it was personally bothering him. The blue vest over his white shirt wrinkled as he bent forward, tossing his shoes into the corner with a thud. He didn’t seem to notice Becker lingering there, or if he did, he wasn’t saying anything about it.
The silence was louder than Becker wanted it to be. She cleared her throat, shifting her weight from one purple sneaker to the other. The torn knees of her dark blue jeans caught on her knuckles as she fiddled with the frayed fabric. “Your place is kinda… quiet,” she said, immediately regretting it.
Chainsaw glanced up, one eyebrow raised. “You just now noticing?” He smirked, but there was no bite to it. The corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a laugh.
Becker rolled her eyes and finally stepped inside, shutting the door behind her with more force than necessary. The click of the latch sounded final, like something she couldn’t take back. She hovered near the bed, fingers twisting the end of her right pigtail now. “Yeah, well. Usually there’s, I dunno. Music or something.” She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, wondering...
Then Chainsaw pulled back just enough to dig into his vest pocket. When his hand reappeared, he was holding a single square of chocolate, the foil wrapper crinkling in his grip. He unwrapped it with exaggerated care, the scent of cocoa blooming between them. "Here," he said, holding it up to her mouth.
Becker hesitated—since when did Chainsaw carry chocolate?—but she parted her lips anyway. The chocolate melted instantly on her tongue, rich and sweet. She barely had time to swallow before Chainsaw’s mouth was on hers, his kiss tasting like sugar and something sharper, like mint or winter air. Her hands flew to his vest, gripping the fabric as if she’d float away otherwise.
When he pulled back, Becker was certain her face was the color of his headband. Chainsaw grinned, all teeth, his thumb swiping at the corner of her mouth. "You had a little…" he started, but Becker cut him off with a shove to his shoulder, sending him sprawling backward onto the pillows.
the end, From Me!
