okay, hi, so i don't know how any of this works, I'm posting something like this for the first time, if you want to say something about it, i take constructive criticism. I've barely seen any male centered ficlets here, especially about sleep token, so I've taken it into my own hands to make one
TW: none, it's just fluff and comfort
male-centered reader, but there's no pronouns so you can read it as whoever, enjoy
The house was quiet. Too quiet for anyone's liking, much less to yours. You were sitting on your chair, working on a project. Which you had been doing for months. You were just, tired. You did take breaks, sure, but you felt exhausted nonetheless. It seemed like nothing would help with that empty, lonely feeling that came with this. You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you put down the pen, leaning back on the chair, like it would show you support. It didn't. But your back wasn't aching as much anymore.
You glanced over at the side, looking at your phone briefly. Then leaned forward, tapping the screen two times before it lit up. Messages. From your best friend III. Oh. You had forgotten. You guys were talking about a call, last time you've spent time with eachother. You forgot the date and time. So you picked up the phone, opening the messages. Them being: 'hey, you busy, love?' followed by 'gotta practice w the band, text you l8r', then another 'sooo about that call?' sent just a few minutes ago.
You blinked slowly, rubbing your eyes before reading the messages. You stood up, making your way over to your bed before texting back. 'yeah, I'm here' you sent the message, 'just finished up a part of the project' sent, with a light smile. You always did like talking to this bastard of a best friend.
III replied immediately. 'cool cool, can i come over?' The message said. Which made you raise an eyebrow. He wanted to call and now come over? That didn't really make sense. But knowing III, he could have just changed his mind and texted suddenly. 'sure, mate' you sent the message back, before turning off your phone, leaning back and relaxing.
After about thirty minutes of waiting, there came a knock on the door. It wasn't hesitant, or rushed. It sounded more slow and not really as unlikely for III as people think. You knew now. He wanted either comfort, or someone to be close with. You stood up from your bed, making your way out of your room and to the door. When you opened it, you were met with a very tired looking III. Which made sense because the band did just get back from tour a few days ago.
You stepped aside, ushering him in with a small smile. "Hey." You started, watching as III made his way in and took off his shoes (shoes don't belong in the house!!!). He stepped in, almost relaxing instantly at the welcoming site of the small apartment. He shrugged his leather jacket off and leaned on his friend heavily. In a sort of half hug, but he didn't wrap his arms around you, just rested, like he was hesitant to initiate that way of affection.
You had sensed this, having seen your best friend many times like this, you wrapped your arms around him, just pulling him in for the hug. "What's up?" You asked, gently to let him know you weren't going to pry if he didn't want it, but asked anyway. III shifted, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you too, before putting his face against the crook of your neck. He inhaled his best mate's scent, relaxing a little. Like he was feeling safer in your arms. "Tired." He answered, the sound muffled by the skin. He didn't let go. Just clung further, because it did make him feel better. Like the world around him didn't exist. Like nothing else mattered. He was in the arms of someone he trusted and cared for dearly. And the way you didn't let go, showed him everything he needed to know.
You hummed as you hugged him tighter. "I can imagine." You murmured against his ear, one hand crawling up his back, settling in his hair, and started playing with it gently. "Wanna watch something? You can pick." You offered with a small smile. You knew he didn't want to let go. And it would be just fine, being next to eachother and watching a movie. III thought for a moment, considering his options, then he nodded. He huffed out, his breath tickling against his best friend's neck as he lifted his head a bit. "Yeah. But don't make me watch some stupid fantasy shit again." He muttered, almost jokingly. They both knew III would sit through it because you liked it. He broke from the hug, straightening up again before he looked around, then walked over to the couch, sitting down. "But.. I won't say no to those nachos you always make." He added with a lazy grin.
You gave a chuckle as you moved towards the kitchen. "Of course." You replied, beginning to make the sauce for the nachos, it being cheese, with not too much spice on it, but enough so III wouldn't complain. Then you walked back with the chips and sauce bowl, putting it on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then you sat down next to III. "Picked anything yet?" You asked the taller man. III looked at the screen for about half a minute, then selected the preferred movie. Of course, it being 'Back to the Future'. You sat back on the couch with a small smile, looking at the screen. the movie started already.
The two sat in silence for about half the movie. It wasn't awkward by any means, it was comforting honestly. For both of you. Just being next to eachother, and enjoying a movie. Eventually III spoke up, "Do you.. sometimes feel like you're not enough?" his voice quiet, barely able to catch if you didn't listen. It made your attention snap back to him. You paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, "Yeah." you replied. "All the time." You confessed, taking another chip into your mouth as you thought about the question. It was so sudden. "Why?" You hesitantly asked, looking back at III curiously, but with a hint of concern in your eyes.
The taller shifted, eyes still on the screen, not wanting to make eye-contact. "Just.." He paused, thinking through his next words, "wanted to know I'm not alone. With that." he muttered, finally glancing at the other briefly. Their eyes met for a second, and you could see how vulnerable III was. Like he admitted a deep secret. You continued to look at him for a brief moment, "You're not." your voice cut through the silence and the movie now playing faint in the background. "Not alone." You added, reaching out slowly, putting your hand on his arm. III took a pause, a bigger one at that. He knew he could trust his best friend, but this, he still couldn't comprehend. He wasn't used to this. Someone being that gentle with him. So he turned his head, staring back at the other.
"Thank you." His voice quiet, staring into your eyes as he said it. He was unusually quiet, different from his normally teasing personality. But he's been through some stuff. And he deserved this break. He sank back on the couch, shoulder brushing against his friend's. "I needed to hear that." He said, looking back at the movie. Still not paying full attention to it, but it was grounding in a way. At least it wasn't awkward silence. You moved your arm, putting it around his shoulder. "Of course." You answered quietly. "I won't let you feel like shit alone." You added with a small joking smile, rubbing his shoulder lightly.
III chuckled, shifting his head to look up at you. "Glad to hear, mate." He answered, settling back for a few minutes as he thought. He seemed like he was hesitant. As if he wanted to say something else. He took a deep breath, waiting. But after a few minutes of watching the movie, he turned toward you again. "Hey," He began quietly. "would it be weird, if I asked you to kiss me?" He asked, almost small, which was a funny picture for the almost two meter tall man. But you didn't flinch at the question. You just stared at him for a moment. Then leaned down, kissing him. Slow, and gentle. In a grounding and more comforting way. You had a closer friendship for about a year and a half now. And sometimes III's bandmates made comments and asking if you guys were a couple already. You always denied. But now? The kiss felt like a breath of fresh air after almost drowning. It wasn't long, but it had a meaning. You pulled away shortly after, just staring into eachother's eyes. It was you who broke the silence, in a quiet whisper, "I thought you didn't feel the same." you lifted your hand and brushed through III's long, red hair. III huffed, "How could I not?" he asked back, leaning into the touch. "You're amazing, and I.." He sighed. "I don't deserve this. I'm an asshole most of the time." He said, vulnerable again, looking dow at the table.
"You can be." You muttered, leaning your cheek right down onto the top of his head, resting against it. "I like you anyway." You muttered. III's eyes snapped up at that statement, looking at the way you just rested on him. He let a small smile crawl on his face. "Yeah?" He asked, "I like your dumb ass too." he whispered back, turning his head to the side and giving you a kiss on the corner of your lips.
And for a long time, they stayed like that. Watching movies, the atmosphere shifting into a comfortable one. They didn't move apart from eachother. Like they found their other half finally. After months of being alone. The house didn't feel as quiet anymore. They were less lonely too.
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