[Closed] Day(care) Dreamers

[knightime]

Your name is Dave Strider. Usually you'd start this by saying how cool you are, but that's not actually true. You aren't actually all that cool nor do you actually care. You're old enough to have graduated college but you never went. You just can't really do this people thing, which is why it's so surprising as to how you got your job. You're a daycare worker at some place in the richer area of the city. Kids love you. You have no idea why. It's really weird, but you're not going to try and make a big deal out of it. You get paid well after all. Even though it's your main income, you actually do fairly well with your website. You DJ and you release original music on it and it makes pretty good money. Enough that if you ever lost your job, it would still support you.

You kind of grew up as this really tall, skinny shit. It's your damn metabolism and the only reason you aren't as skinny as you are is because your Bro made sure of it and you actually work out when you have time. That doesn't help with you being paler than any Twilight vampire and being assaulted by freckles. Also your hair kind of freaks people out or everyone thinks you dye it or something. Whatever.

It so happens that you're waiting for the last kid to get picked up. You're still trying to figure out how on Earth Rose somehow became a mom, but whatever. Apparently someone else is picking the kid up today and he's waiting for that person to do so. Seriously, it would be nice if they weren't so late.

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[longwinded]

[There was just something extremely intriguing about having Dave against a wall okay. John can't really help what he prefers.

John sighs gently before continuing the kiss, the hands in his hair were so nice and it felt good. He was honestly surprised Dave wanted anything to do with him at this point. But he wasn't going to give up his only chance to have Dave reciprocating no matter how drunk they really were.

John puts a hand on Dave's cheek, thumb stroking his temple as he attempted to let the kiss become more passionate.]

[knightime]

[You just like him against it, you pervert.

Dave just kisses back fervently, hands slowly tracing from his hair and down over his arms until they're resting on John's hips. Their glasses kind of keep clacking against each other and it's kind of annoying though.]

[longwinded]

[Yeah, yeah. He might be the biggest pervert of them all.


John has to pull back for a breath, where he slipped off his own glasses. He didn't need to see Dave to know how attractive he was. He brushed their noses and lips together, not fully pressing back in again.]

[knightime]

[He gripped John's shirt tightly, craving more physical contact and trying to pull John as close to him as possible. It won't be long until Dave sobers up some though.]

[longwinded]

[He can only hope Dave wouldn't sober up enough to push him away. John kisses Dave one more time, briefer this before putting his arms around him and burying his head in his the others shoulder. His own glasses were long forgotten on the floor.

It seemed as if John were getting comfortable now, just holding on as long as he was allowed.]

[knightime]

[He's sober enough to know that he's tired and standing here kind of sucks.] John. Get your fat butt off me. [He kind of lightly shoves at the other to start moving to the bedroom.]

Come on. If you fall asleep on me, I'm going to vomit on you and not regret it at all.

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[He wasn't falling asleep, geez. He smiles a little and stands upright, grabbing Dave's hand to start walking back to the room.]

I'm not that fat Dave! [John doesn't mean to walk slow, but he's just gonna grip the wall and Dave's hand and everything was gonna be alright.]

[knightime]

[Dave just let's John tug him back to his own room. Whatever. Not gonna stop the happy drunk from doing what he wants.]

Of course not. I'm just a stick.

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You're not a stick, you're really handsome and you are really awesome. Definitely not a stick.

[John took that so literally it pains everyone involved in this conversation. John was starting to sober up a little but he needed to sleep off the rest and take his hangover with pride. Soon enough they've made it back to Dave's room and John tugs him over to the bed- unmade from the night before.

[knightime]

[That's okay. It's not like Dave ever makes his own bed.] We've somehow made it to my bedroom. Congratulations.

[He's totally making fun of you.]

[longwinded]

[They're also sitting on the bed, they have done so well. John is still having that big doofy grin all over his face.]

We walked, slowly. It was a daring feat.

[knightime]

[Dave is going to try and get John to get to sleep. What a silly drunk. Go to sleep so he can go sleep on the couch.]

Daring for you.

[longwinded]

[Oh John will lay down, but he's bringing Dave with him. He's an affectionate and talkative drunk. He might even be mumbling sleepily. Something about how he appreciated Dave for letting him stay here.

Good luck getting to the couch Dave, John is a cuddler with a tight grip.]

Night Dave.

[knightime]

[Oh wait a fucking minut- oh god damn it. Did he seriously get stuck with being a personal hug pillow for the night? Dave let out a sigh before shutting his eyes. He slipped his shades off to awkwardly maneuver them onto his nightstand.

John is probably going to wake up to a curled up Dave Strider ball. And probably a hangover.]

[longwinded]

[John woke up several times that morning. Each time burrowing further under the covers. Jesus christ this was miserable. Dave seemed to be comfortable though.

So john is just gonna lay there and not bother to do shit right now.]

[knightime]

[Dave is a terrible morning person, so he's just whining a bit whenever John moves, curling up closer against the other. John was warmer than the blankets, and he can't enjoy his own radiating body heat, so he'll enjoy John's.]

[longwinded]

[Eventually John gently puts an arm back around him. he gives up, this morning is not going to be happening. Having a hangover is happening, and cuddling is happening.

Maybe a few more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt?]

[knightime]

[At some point Dave finally pried himself away and out of bed. He heard a knock at his door and decided to actually go answer it.

And then there was suddenly a lot of yelling, shouting and fighting. An eventual slam of the front door and everything goes quiet again.]

[longwinded]

[John is up within a second of the slamming door, wow he's still a little dizzy from getting up that fast.

He makes his way to the living room. Looking to Dave.]

What was that?

[knightime]

[Dave was just sitting in front of the door, face buried in his lap and arms wrapped around his bent legs.

He was shaking. A lot.]

[longwinded]

[Oh what the hell happened, no, Dave wasn't supposed to be crying on the floor. It was starting to register. The fighting and screaming? That wasn't a television turned up too loud.

He joins Dave on the floor, sitting right next to him.]

Dave?

[This wasn't the time for a smartass comment, so he decides to keep his silence unless Dave decides to answer. He would be the shoulder to cry on if he needed it. He had scooted close enough for Dave to lean on him if that was his choice.]

[knightime]

[Dave didn't unravel himself from the giant sobbing ball he's come. If anything, he curled himself even tighter. Like this would somehow protect him by shutting everyone around him out.

He knows it's dumb, but he hated it.

Dave knew he wasn't meant to be happy, but he desperately wanted it.]

[longwinded]

[John reaches a hand over and starts rubbing his back. Not saying a word. The hurt Dave must be feeling right now. It's really not even something John can say he knows how it feels. He can't even relate.

But he can be here for him.


So this is what he would do. Reassure Dave he was meant for great things, be his best friend, occasionally get drunk and make out with him.]

[knightime]

[Dave doesn't unravel himself the a long time. At some point, the shaking stops, but he doesn't budge either. You can tell he's conscious by how he breaths, but he just...hasn't moved.]

[longwinded]

[John just continues to comfort him. He doesn't want to leave Dave here alone- so he texts his boss and calls out of his night shift. Nope. There would be no more of this yelling and screaming.

Dave didn't deserve that.]

What's his name? [John is going to kick his ass.]