Frustrations / Vikklan

Ship: Vikklan
Relationship: Dating
Genre: Fluff
Prompt above.
Slightly mature. Swearing!
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~Lachlan's POV~

Ah, friendship.

Currently, I'm curled up on the couch at the Sidemen house next to Vik.

Why? Well, The Pack decided to spend the night here after Minecon.

Currently Jerome, Mitch, Vik, and Preston are playing Call of Duty. Vik is losing horribly and becoming quite frustrated.

"GOD DAMMIT MITCH STOP KILLING ME!" Vik screams.

I mean literally screamed. His voice even cracked.

"Vikkyyyyyyyy. Calm down, kitten."

I further snuggle into his side and wrap my arms around his waist.

"Yeah kiiiitten." Jerome mocks.

"Leave Vik alone Biggums."

Mitch whacks Jerome's head. Rob, who was currently surfing the web on his laptop, starts chuckling.

"You guys are going to get us kicked out." He whines.

"Nah. Josh, Simon, and JJ went out for the night, plus you guys are my guests so unless you piss me off, like Mitch is currently doing, you are fine." Vik hisses out the last part.

"Look at our little Vik using big boy words." Preston coos.

"Yeah, Vik when did you get so... vulgar?" Mitch spoke out.

"Why does it still surprise you when I cuss?"

"Cause you are our innocent little Vik, to quote the fans." Rob snickers.

Vik huffs and returns to the game, leaning forward in concentration. Sitting up, I pull Vik into my lap. He huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Lachy... Please don't distract me."

I give a little hum to acknowledge him and lay my chin on his shoulder. Preston squeals.

"#Relationship goals!!!! VIKKLAN VIKKLAN! Rob do you see them?! They are being cute and coupley!!"

Everyone begins laughing and teasing, except for Vik and I who are now sporting red faces.

"Okay seriously, what did I just say Preston?! Annoy me and you can find a hotel." Vik spits. He then turns and stuffs his face into my neck.

"Woah there Vik. As you and your Sidemen say, BANTER!" Rob nervously lets out.

I lean down to Vik's ear.

"Kitten, kitten look at me."

He shakes his head and further buries it in my neck. I laugh and lift his head.

"Vik, darling, you have got to calm down. They are just tired and bored. C'mon, let's find something for them to do."

He looks me in the eyes and nods his head.

"I think we have monopoly." He mumbles.

I push Vik off my lap and onto the couch. The look of surprise on his face is priceless. The Merome duo lean against each other in laughter while Poofless is rolling around in the ground. Vik's face darkens a few shades.

"What was that for Lachy."

"Well in order to get the game we have to get up and go get it. So I got up."

I smile at him while he shakes his head in mock annoyance. I grab his hands and pull him off the couch.

"Let's go find the game!"

~Time skip~

"IF I GO TO JAIL ONE MORE GODDAMN TIME, I WILL SERIOUSLY KILL SOMEONE!"

Vik was raging and raging hard. The whole game has consisted of him paying us, paying taxes, or going to jail. Currently he has two properties and barely any money.

"Vik we don't have to play anymore if you're done." I mutter in his ear.

"No I am going to keep playing and wipe Jerome's stupid smirk off hi- GOD DAMNIT I'M IN JAIL AGAIN!"

I simply pick Vik up and walk into the kitchen.

"Vik it's 3 am... Do you want to go to bed?"

I set him on the counter and he opens his arms. I walk in between his legs and he wraps his arms around me. Laying his head on my chest, he answers.

"No, I think I'm just hungry. It's been awhile since I've eaten."

"Hmm, what do you want to eat? Is there any place good open right now?"

He shakes his head and sighs. He sits in silence for a few moments when suddenly he pops his head up with a smile on his face.

"Lachy..." He whines out in a playful tone. His grin seriously looks like the Cheshire Cat right now.

"Vikky" I reply in a similar manner.

"Go get the boys. I have a great idea for food."

~Slight time skip~

"Vik, I believe you have officially lost it, but I'm all for this. Just don't get upset if we trash the place." Mitch blurts.

Vik's "great" idea is for us to make pizza. Not a frozen throw in the oven, but actually make pizza. Dough, sauce, cheese. The kitchen is going to be in ruins when we're done. I can feel it.

"I don't care. I want pizza and it's my house so we are making it." Vik sasses.

Mitch holds up his hands in defense.

"Damn dude okay, okay. I'm just letting you know the consequences."

"Quit your whining and let's make some pizza!" Preston interjects.

He grabs the can of dough and starts to open it.

"So I'm guessing the ships each split a pizza?" Rob questions as he takes the dough from Preston.

"Mmhmm, we have exactly three things of dough so why not." Vik giggles.

I begin spreading out our dough while Vik attempts to open the jar of sauce. Jerome reaches for it.

"Vik... Let me try."

"No I've almost got it."

Vik continues to twist the top, but everyone can clearly see that it's not budging.

"Seriously Vik let someone else try. You are going to end up making a mess." Rob pleads.

"I said I've got it." Vik bites out.

He switches how he holds the jar. He puts it under his arm and tries that way. Suddenly the lid flies off and the jar slips from underneath his arm.

Luckily the jar is plastic so it doesn't shatter... However the lid is off so when it hits the ground and sauce goes everywhere, it mainly goes onto Vik. We all start laughing except for Vik, who is so angry you could practically see steam coming from his ears.

"WELL WHY DON'T YOU KICK ME IN THE ASS!" He screeches. Clearly done.

"Nah, I'd rather eat it." I quickly slap my hand over my mouth.

Shit.

Preston starts squealing "OTP", while Rob shakes his head in amusement. Mitch looks like he's about to die of laughter. And Jerome... Well I think Jerome just walked out of the kitchen.

Vik however was a different story. His face is so red and I think his nose is starting to bleed.

"L-la-Lachlan? Did you really just say that?"

I nod my head. Mitch falls to the ground holding his stomach. Peals of laughter erupt from his mouth. Preston looks like he's about to have a seizure and Rob had put his head on the counter. I hung my head in shame.

"Lachlan, what the hell! Leave the dirty talk for when you and Vik are alone!" Jerome yells from wherever he is.

My shoulders are suddenly pulled down and a face is pressed onto my mine.

"Lachy" Vik breaths into my ear.

"Yes kitten?"

"You can do that once the boys go to bed."