Statehouse stuff again :)

Support is... something for a New Yorker

Take some wholesome Buffalo Bills and Yorkie content because motivation just randomly arrived.

TW: A little bit of self-degrading comments

Bills gulped down the last bit of water he had left in his water bottle and slumped onto a chair. Today was the day. He promised himself he would tell New York about... His little hobby. He didn't exactly have a word for dressing up in women's clothing.

He was still scared about his response to it. What if he wanted him to leave his house? What if New York never wished to speak to him again? God, he was such a fool. But his father told him if he made a promise, whether that be with himself or someone else, he had to keep it. However, keeping promises may lead to mixed reactions depending on what they are.

New York had always spoken his mind. Didn't matter what the situation was. A strong 60% of the time he means what he says, the remaining 30% is filled with sarcastic remarks.

He hoped this time whatever he had to say would be supportive. Buffalo didn't want to seem like an ass or some mistake in his hero's eyes.

With another sharp breath, he knocked on NY's office door. "Who the fuck is it?!" He yelled from inside. Bills froze.

Should he really be doing this? What would-

The door flew open, nearly hitting him and NY now stood in front of him. "What is it, kid?" He asked, his usual annoyed look plastered on his face.

"I... Uh. Wanted to talk to you about something. Something not that important but it's been a hobby of mine for a while and I think you should know about it." He replied quietly. Despite being a little taller than New York, he felt small. Like a little kid getting caught sneaking cookies after his parents said they couldn't have any. "May I come in?"

New York looked confused. "First of all, if you are interested in it, it's probably important. Quit talking shit about fucking shit you enjoy. You don't see me here making fun of fashion, do you? No! Now get that ass in here and tell me what you fucking want." Snapped the shorter man. The other did as told, quickly entering his office as New York shut the door behind him. The Empire State sighed and turned to his adoptive son, waiting patiently-ish.

"Well... I. I-I. Uh. Like dressing up as a girl sometimes..." Bills spoke very quickly, to the point where it was hard for New York to hear it.

"What? Slow down dumb ass. I'm trying to hear you." He replied, glaring at him and tapping his foot on the ground.

Buffalo Bills sighed again and said much slower. "I like dressing up... As a girl. Sometimes." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why'd he done that? He shouldn't have told him! He might disown him or something. Bills eyes darted towards the floor, completely missing New York roll his eyes at him.

"Is that all?" Asked the state. "Was that it?"

Bills paused. "Yeah...?" He mumbled.

NY laughed. Causing a slight panic to hit his son. Once his chuckles died down he said, "Ok? What- ya want me to spend money buying you a dress or some shit? If so you best fucking pay me back." Buffalo grinned and pulled New York into an unexpected hug. Awkwardly, Mr. Apple gave him a few pats on the back before he was released.

"You. Wouldn't mind if we went shopping for some, would you? All my old dresses and skirts are far too short for me."

"Eh. Why not."

+Time skip+

Buffalo had the biggest and stupidest smile on his face as he entered a small clothing shop nearby the house. He quickly grabbed his dad's hand and dragged him off to some skirts.

He picked up a black one that had suspenders on it, then grabbed a dark blue shirt. He hoisted them up together and asked, "What do you think?"

New York sighed, "It would look better with a white or gold one hun. And I do think blue would be a nice color for you. Maybe a navy blue or a baby one. Some sort of blue." Bills smiled, he placed the shirt back onto the rack and grabbed another white one.

After quite a while of shopping, and trying on the new clothes to see what fits and what doesn't, they went to the checkout. Bills was way too excited to notice the weird looks he was getting from those around him. However, New York was flashing death glares left and right the whole time they were there.

"Don't worry pops! I'll pay you back for sure! I'll work double shifts at that little dinner I work at. And make sure every cent is back in your wallet. Thanks so much! You don't know how happy this makes me!" Giggled the Football team. The Cashier looked at him weirdly for a second before ringing them up. Once everything was paid for, New York and Buffalo made their way back to the car. "Oh- Pops, how much was the dressed and stuff again? I need to make sure my prices are right-"

"Shut the fuck up. You don't have to pay me back. I was fucking lying. You keep your dresses, keep your regular hours and be happy. Happiness is important." New York snapped, shoving both his hands in his coat pockets.

"Really?" Bills asked, unsure if he was lying again. He still was working on finding out what was sarcasm and what wasn't. His dad glared at him.

"Yes. I am sure. Keep your fucking money. If you ever want any more dresses and shit I can get you them. Just... Nothing too showy. I don't need all the girls and guys or... Whatever you're into seeing all the gifts your parents gave you." He said. "I'd kill you before I allow that shit." Bills giggled and climbed into the car.

One thing he's learned about New York, he's insanely protective but loving nonetheless.

And that was fine by him.

Bai bai-