✦ Gifts, cuddling, and reluctant acknowledgement of a developing crush
✦ LOSER [Medkit] edition ❤️
✦ Refers to reader as you/yourself. Reader & Medkit live together, implied to take place on a special day be it Valentine's, your spawnday, or something else
The door to your shared apartment creaked open slowly with Medkit stepping through soon after, hanging his coat up on the rack and turning his tired gaze to you. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips despite himself as he gave them a greeting nod.
"Morning. Good to see you're awake and well."
He walked into the living room, sitting himself down on the couch and placing a bag on the table. Medkit looked to you once more, his fingers intertwined in what you'd come to recognize as a nervous gesture. Inside the bag were a couple neatly wrapped boxes and a simple bundle of roses, each with the thorns removed so they could be wrapped in a simple red ribbon and bow.
Medkit's gaze flicked to the wall before returning to your face, studying each little movement of your features and taking mental note. The boxes were placed on the table next to the bouquet with the smaller being opened first.
"I hope.." Medkit found himself saying, trailing off as he picked up on his tone. A warmth dusted his cheeks from the embarrassment before he swiftly corrected it. "I hope it's satisfactory. I believe you deserve something nice on a special day like this.."
Even after trying to not sound like a sappy boy confessing to his first crush Medkit still found himself struggling to keep his typical professional tone despite his words, leading to the dusty rose growing into a brighter crimson. This wasn't like him. The teasing comment that followed his more noticeable state certainly didn't help.
He wasn't made for this. He wasn't meant to navigate through complex feelings like a tangled bundle of yarn, yet here he was, struggling not to stumble over his own words all because of one inphernal. How it happened was beyond him, it was an answer Medkit had been trying to find for months, even asking for advice from Rifle as regrettable as it may have been.
"Well." Medkit stood abruptly, clearing his throat. "I should busy myself. Unless there's anything you can't handle on your own?"
It was an attempt to put his usual standoffish bite back into his words, though it came across more concerned and playfully teasing. The gifts sat momentarily forgotten on the table as you stood, stepping closer to him and giving him time to move away before bringing your arms around him. Medkit stared at you, not quite returning the gesture but placing a hand on your back regardless.
"What's this for? You aren't usually so.. physical in your endearment."
The words felt a little hypocritical on his tongue, he'd been acting off all morning and yet he had the gall to question you for the same. Regardless, it had already been said and there would be no taking it back. Medkit shook his head at the answer, giving a small sigh.
"Fine.. I suppose I could humor you for a few hours."
Medkit stumbled along as you pulled him back down onto the couch, holding him closer than before and wrapping a blanket around the both of you. He gave another shake of his head, though brought his arms around you and pulled you closer in turn until your bodies pressed flush together beneath the blanket.
As minutes faded into hours, Medkit found himself letting you lean into him, even rubbing his thumb over your shoulder. The TV faded into background noise a while ago, Medkit's eye having been focused almost entirely on you longer than he cared to admit. The view of you pressed against him, your smiling face, stirred an unfamiliar sensation within him. It wasn't unpleasant, it was warm and a little exciting if he was being honest with himself, but until he could put a name to it this would be just another thing he kept to himself.
Priest Neumann is acting a little silly!!!!! A drabble i pulled out of my ass lol + Art of the little freak
accidentally posted this again😭💔
Unedited versions are below!
Tw: Unwanted touch, yandere behavior, the priest is being the priest
edited but not proof read
I had this in my drafts for like a week so
"Ah — I can't stay today." You sigh apologetically. Church had ended for the day, congregants milled about in the foyer, but you made a beeline to the front door.
Of course, the pastor saw. And intercepted your little escape attempt. It's almost like a superpower he has. Like he's watching your every move.
But of course, he wouldn't do that...
Pastor Neumann — or Arthur, as he's allowed you to call him that - grabs your shoulder. His grip isn't uncomfortable, but it's a little too tight to call friendly.
"Please Stay. I insist." His eyes crinkle as he smiles widely. That smile — practiced and perfect, made your determination hesitate.
"I really can't — I have to go meet up with some friends and I have to go get ready and-"
"It isn't good to put one's personal wants over what the lord has planned for you." That smile is not gone. You wish it was. It would make this less unsettling. His eyes have this darkness to them, like an abyss has opened itself up. You're getting sucked into it.
"Why are you spending time with others who don't love you like I — the lord does? Don't you remember that his love is what saved you? It'd be unappreciative of you to leave the moment the lesson is done."
