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[Closed] Day(care) Dreamers
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.
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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[Dave kind of falls back onto the bed and partly on top of John.] Joh-! John. [Why are you being so stubborn?]
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He closes the distance between them, pressing their lips together in a firm- yet not forced kiss. If Dave wanted to slap him. John left the window of opportunity open for that.]
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Dave's initial reaction is to shove at the other. Punch him. His hand flexes and it's in midair, unsure what to do. Because John is kissing him, and he wants this, but he's scared to have it. Dave can barely get a word out,trying to get a say in this.]S-Stop. [Except Dave hasn't pulled away nor has he stopped John.]
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He hears the plea to stop, and so he does. John is one to respect when someone says stop. His hands are immediately comforting and soothing where they can. He doesn't want to upset the other.]
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He's mentally freaking out.]
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Dave?
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Fuck. Fuck you and fuck me. [He wasn't supposed to fall head over heels for you, John. Not after all these years and seeing you again and just everything coming back to hit him like a ten ton brick.]
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Dave, calm down. Why are you saying that? [He genuinely cares about Dave. He has already done so much for him and he was so appreciative of him. Why can't John do something in return and comfort him? John doesn't understand why Dave isn't letting him do what he wants to do.]
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Because I should have been over this crush when we stopped talking, John. I never got over you. [And it's really messing him up. When John was gone from his life, he could live with it. Ignore it. But now that the problem is constantly in his presence, he can't.]
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I missed you for the longest fucking time. I'm sorry we ever stopped talking. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [ He definitely brought Dave closer to him, a hand going to card through his hair.]
I'm so sorry. I was such a douche to you back then.
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Dave just grits his teeth. John really needs to shut up. They had already gone over this stuff back when the other pinned him against the car. Dave was swift and he was now pinning John to his bed, straddling the other and pressing his mouth against John's.]
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He didn't expect Dave pinning him either. It seemed like the other was finally returning the favor from the past few weeks or so, if John was being real here. This had all happened so fast. He didn't try to struggle at all, kissing his best bro right back. Moving their lips together after a short time.]
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His hand is gently placed on Dave's cheek. Thumb stroking his cheek to soothe. The kiss was getting more intense, and just everything started to feel rushed. They had all evening to do this, and John wanted nothing more than for Dave to not be scared anymore. There would absolutely be nothing to be afraid of.]
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He gently grabs Dave's hand, lacing their fingers together.]
Don't hide your eyes, they're beautiful.
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Don't fuck with me John. I know for a fuckin' fact that the last thing someone thinks is that my eyes are purdy. [Oh god damn it. His nerves were really getting to him and his Southern twang was really shining through.] I already know people think my eyes are creepy as shit.
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You should know by now that I'm different from those people. Different from anyone you've ever been with. I think your eyes are gorgeous, and no one ever took the time to appreciate how beautiful they are.
[His nerves must have been going out of whack. His accent was showing through very well. John leans up and catches his lips very briefly again.] Not a damn thing creepy about you.
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He shifted his gaze away from John, blond eyelashes fluttering a bit. It was dark enough to keep his shades off, but he still winced a bit every so often out of instinct. They immediately shut when John kissed him, automatically kissing the other back, hands fisting the sheets around John's head.] You don't have to lie to me to make me feel better.
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[He turned his head again, and kissed Dave's cheek, then his forehead- holding him pretty close. He cared about Dave so much.]
You won't change my mind on this, I hope you know.
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[He wants to shove you away so bad. Why did he end up falling so hard for you. He hates it so much.]
You're the hugest idiot I've ever met. You know that?
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[He was also persistent, and strives for the things he wants. Which is what is allowing him to pepper kisses on this emotional mess of a Strider right now.
He just felt like Dave needed some love.]
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You're too much, dude. I'm tired. [Today has been mostly an emotional roller coaster. He doesn't want to deal with more.]
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Wanna take another nap? i mean we're already here and everything. [Today was mostly John being hungover and John being sleepy. Also John comforting Dave.]
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