FIC: Wherein Sheila King is Trying Her Best, Y’all (MLB, Dingo File)

Rating: M / PG-16 / Older Teen

Characters/Pairings: Brielle Girard (OC), Dingo King (OC), Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Sheila King (OC); Luka Couffaine & Dingo King, Luka Couffaine/Dingo King (according to Sheila), Dingo King/Brielle Girard, Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Teenage Boys/Food

Summary: Sheila King is convinced her son is hiding his new boyfriend from her.  There have just been too many Instances lately, no matter what either of the boys say.  She doesn’t care that Perry is ‘in love’ with the artist or Luka is supposedly ‘dating’ that baker’s girl.  There’s just no way hummus can be as good as her boys are claiming, dang it, and she’s determined to get to the bottom of things.

Author’s Notes/Warnings:There was this post on Tumblr, and I sent it to Mal saying “Convince me this isn’t a Dingo File”, and she very much did not convince me it wasn’t a Dingo File.  (Even contributed, dare I say, by pointing out that Anarka would just pound on the door and remind them to use the condoms she bought him.  And by reminding me of dessert hummus.  And…you know what, this didn’t start out as a Dammit Mal, but somewhere along the way I lost complete control of Dingo’s mum and I feel like it kinda became a Dammit Mal, so dammit, Mal.  ) 

“Wherein Sheila King is Trying Her Best, Y’all”

“Oh my God, this is amazing.”

Sheila King froze outside her son’s bedroom door.  Her son’s closed bedroom door.  The laundry basket on her hip was completely forgotten as she heard said son moan.  And then his best mate ask in a raspy voice: “…what if we tried it like this?”

She turned towards the door, eyes wide, as a moment of silence passed.  She slowly approached the door, her hand reaching for the knob, and froze again when Perry started gagging.

“N-nah, mate,” he coughed, gasping.  “Too…too much.”

“I love it,” Luka answered, his voice low and sounding like he was lost in…ahem.

Sheila’s hand returned to her laundry basket, her face burning as she realized what exactly was going on behind that door.  She pivoted away from the door and continued on her way to her own bedroom, ready to put the folded washing away.  And blast the first CD she could find.  To give her son and his friend (boyfriend, boyfriend, they were finallyboyfriends!) the privacy they deserved.