[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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[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.]

[knightime]

It doesn't matter.

[Dave pulls himself to his feet and heads to the kitchen like nothing happened. He's thrown all his walls up.]

[longwinded]

I don't care if it doesn't matter. What is his name?

[He isn't gonna let Dave just do this again. They were finally getting to a point where Dave had his walls down. This dude was going to fucking pay.]

[knightime]

Fuck off.

[Dave is just rummaging through his fridge. You're not getting a name out of him, John.]

[longwinded]

It's not like I'm gonna go and break his nose or anything. Geez. I just don't want him standing in your doorway disrespecting you like that. It's not fucking cool.

[Meaning he still wants the name.]

[knightime]

It's between me and him.

[Dave ain't telling you jack shit. He's just going to start cooking some bacon.] Didn't you have work?

[longwinded]

Don't worry about my work, I called out so I could stick around with you.

[Dave doesn't realize what a wonderful roommate he's acquired. John was taking a payed sick day- so fuck yeah for saving his vacation time.]

I don't want him to even come around here.

[knightime]

[Dave is still the better roommate, buttface.]

He's done with ever talking to me. He came by to return something I gave him and left. [Of course, that's probably why he's even more upset about this.]

[longwinded]

[How is that? Though dealing with a drunken Egbert is deserving of a medal.]

That didn't sound like he just dropped by though. [John is such a nosy person. He still wants to kick this guys ass.]

[knightime]

[Because he is.]

You- [Dave is in John's face. He's gritting his teeth.] stay out of my fucking business. What happened is between that sorry fuck and myself.

[longwinded]

[John just turns, huffs, and takes himself right back down the hallway and into his own room. Fuck Dave's room right now. Dave should not expect John to speak with him for at least a couple of hours.

Right now John is going back and forth over whether to contact Rose or not. While John feels bad for prying in Dave's business, he doesn't feel bad for trying to stick up for him. Jesus fuck. In the end he'll probably end up texting Dave.]

[knightime]

[Dave is just going to be at his turntables, ignoring everything. He didn't want to talk about it and he wasn't telling the guy he kind of has a huge thing for about it.

Plus, he hated when someone pushed him to make him talk about things he was obviously being cagey with.]