Spring Forward, Fall Back (Alucard x Chubby! Reader)

Chapter 49 - The Outing...And Who's This Asshole?

"Ok, Mister Don't-Get-Her-Dirty," Y/N said while laughing, "hurry up and get ready before Trevor pushes me out the door without you."

"I'm going! I'm going!" I responded with a laugh before rushing into the bathroom.

~~Time Skip~~

Going to the grocery store seemed like more of a family outing than anything. All of us were joking around in the car, talking about what we wanted to get for dinner that night, discussing what we'd do later on and talking about any subject that came to mind. All but one. It seemed like all of us had agreed never to bring up Y/N's family subconsciously and were doing everything in our power to avoid the subject completely. The drive to the store didn't take as long as we thought it would with all of us messing about, so when we walked in we started from one side of the store and agreed that stopping at the butcher counter would be one of the last places we would go.

"What kind of vegetables would you guys like?" Y/N asked. "You didn't mind the salad I made that one time, and the cabbage rolls seemed to go over quite well."

"I ate too many of those," Sypha said, her face showing shame.

"She did," Trevor said with a chuckle. "And she hated cabbage."

Y/N went over to Sypha and held her hands in hers. "If you don't like something I make, you need to tell me. Even if you think it might hurt my feelings. I want you guys to be comfortable here."

"Its ok," Sypha responded with a smile. "I'm the one who picked them up."

"She is," I added. "She told me she didn't care for cabbage, but that she'd gotten them to see what you could do with them."

"You did it on purpose?" Y/N asked, her eyebrows nearly to her hairline.

"To be fair," I quickly added, "she did that because of the salad." When Y/N looked at me like I'd lost my mind, I said as bluntly as I could: "I hate carrots. Always have."

"But you ate them when I made that salad."

"Yes, I did. I ate them because of the dressing stuff you made that covered up the taste of them. Couldn't complain about the texture because my mother used to stew them to death, but the taste of them had been one of my early nemeses thanks to her orange mush."

She laughed and said, "So your reaction to carrots is almost as violent as mine is to liver."

Sypha visibly shook. "Blech, liver."

"Right?!" Y/N exclaimed with a scowl. "I think I'd rather eat rancid tuna salad out of my own ass than sit down and try to look like I'm enjoying liver."

"Out of your own ass, huh?" Trevor inquired. "Not that rancid anything would be a great thing, but I'd love to see if you could fold yourself to attempt it."

"I hate to agree with the underwear stain," I said with disdain, "but I'd be pretty interested to see if you could, too."

"You two are terrible!" Sypha added with a laugh.

"Well?" Trevor shrugged. "If a woman can pull off a move like that..."

"It would be amazing if she could do that in bed," I finished the sentence.

"You're right, Sypha," Y/N said with an eye roll. "They are terrible. Let's go." Y/N and Sypha both grabbed the handle of the cart and began walking away from us. Trevor and I looked at each other and laughed before hurrying to catch up to them.

We walked through the fresh fruits and vegetables and Y/N directed us as to what to pick up and how much. We asked her questions about some of the things we found and she patiently answered them, she'd point out which of them she wanted and help us to get those damn bags open. It was comical to watch Belmont trying to put green beans into a bag when he looked at them as if they were a communicable disease.