Saiouma “Did someone spike the eggnog?” from the Winter Writing prompts list for @just-a-random-shipper-passing-by! I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D
*Based off of this request*
Title: There You Are, In My Dreams
Prompt: “Did someone spike the eggnog?”
Summary: Shuichi finds himself having to take a tipsy Kokichi home after getting drunk on some spiked eggnog at Rantaro’s Christmas party. Things take a turn when Kokichi stops him from leaving.
One-shot is under the cut!
Shuichi could only stare as Rantaro shoved a very drunk Kokichi in his direction.
“Here, he’s your responsibility now. Take him home.” Rantaro said.
“Yesh! Take me hooooome!” Kokichi slurred out.
“Wait, wait, hold on a minute! Why me?!” Shuichi exclaimed.
“Because you’re not doing anything right now.” Rantaro replied.
“But I—“
“Saihara-chaaaaaaaan! Stop yer whinin’ and take me hoooooome!” Kokichi whined, smacking his chest with his fist.
“And he also wants you specifically to take him home. So, off you go.” Rantaro said before walking off.
“Wait, Amami-kun—“ Rantaro disappeared back into the living room before he could finish his sentence.
Shuichi sighed as he stared down at Kokichi, who kept whining for him to take him home.
“I guess I have no choice...” he muttered.
He shifted Kokichi so that he was riding on his back.
“Alright, let’s get you home now...” he trailed off as he began to head over to the door.
As he toed on his shoes and grabbed Kokichi’s boots, he heard Kaede call out to him.
“Saihara-kun! Are you going already?” she asked.
“Yeah. Amami-kun told me to take Ouma-kun home. He’s drunk, apparently.” he explained.
“Drunk? But the drinks aren’t supposed to be alcoholic...” Kaede tapped a finger against her chin. “Did someone spike the eggnog...?” she wondered out loud.
“Maybe. Either way, Ouma-kun is drunk and I have to take him home.” Shuichi said.
“Well, you go ahead and do that. I think I know who spiked it.” she waved. “I’ll see you on New Year’s, Saihara-kun!” she chirped.
“Yeah, see you then!” Shuichi replied.
He headed outside and began to make his way downstairs to his car as Kokichi spoke.
“Thank gooooooooood!” he shouted into Shuichi’s ear, causing him to yelp in surprise.
“Ou-Ouma-kun?! Why did you do that all of a sudden?!” Shuichi exclaimed.
“I thought you two weren’t gonna stop flirting! Maaaaaaaaaan, you sure know how to prolong a conversation! All I wanna do is go home and yet you be flirting with Kayayday!” Kokichi snapped angrily.
“I...I’m sorry...?” Shuichi answered uncertainly.
I wasn’t flirting with Akamatsu-san, though, he thought to himself.
Kokichi let out a huff.
“I don’t forgive you. You suck.” he said as he blew a raspberry.
Shuichi arrived at his car and unlocked it, opening the back door and placing Kokichi inside.
“You’re scum, Saihara-chan! How dare you flirt in other people’s presence?! Don’t you feel bad for the single people in this world?!” Kokichi whined.
“First off, I’m not scum. Second, we are going to your apartment, okay? So, please calm down until we get there.” Shuichi instructed.
Kokichi reached out and smacked Shuichi’s cheek.
“Ow!” Shuichi exclaimed.
“My answer is noooooooooooo! Imma be as loud as I wanna be...” Kokichi hiccuped. “Lemme be loud!” he screamed as he flailed about.
Shuichi sighed as he buckled Kokichi in and closed the door, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What did I get myself into...?” he wondered out loud.
I regret everything, he thought to himself.
He got into the driver seat and drove off, blasting Christmas music on high in hopes that it would drown out Kokichi’s incessant and drunk whining.
💜💜💜💜
Kokichi giggled nonstop as Shuichi carried him up the stairs to the fourth floor.
“Weeeeeee! I’m flying!” he declared.
Ugh, someone end me, please, Shuichi thought to himself.
He hiked up the last flight of stairs, finally arriving on the fourth floor. He made his way down the hall as Kokichi sang a pop song to himself, giggling and hiccuping every other word.
“Which one is yours again?” Shuichi asked.
“Room Fuck You.” Kokichi replied.
Shuichi glared at Kokichi as he dissolved into raucous laughter.
“Be serious here!” he complained.
“‘Be serious here!’” Kokichi mocked.
Kokichi laughed harder, making Shuichi groan.
“You’re no help!” he barked out as he took out his phone and texted Rantaro.
Shuichi: What is Ouma-kun’s apartment number? He’s refusing to tell me.
Rantaro answered moments later.
Amami-kun: Room 421.
Shuichi: Thanks!
“Geez, Ouma-kun...remind me to make sure you don’t get drunk...” he mumbled as he continued down the hall.
Stopping at Kokichi’s apartment, he set Kokichi down and took out the apartment keys he took from Kokichi’s pocket when they arrived.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah! I’m being kidnapped by a weirdo!” Kokichi screamed.
“Ouma-kun, stop it! I am not kidnapping you, I am taking you home! We are literally in front of your apartment!” Shuichi snapped.
He unlocked the door and kicked it open. Then, he reached down and scooped Kokichi up in his arms, holding him bridal style.
Kokichi giggled.
“Now I’m being carried bridal style...did we get married, Saihara-chan?” he asked.
“No, we did not.” Shuichi deadpanned as he stepped inside.
He closed the door and proceeded to maneuver through the small apartment, heading towards Kokichi’s room. As soon as he stepped inside, he made a beeline for the bed and dropped him down on it.
“There, you’re in your bed now.” Shuichi turned. “I’m going to go now. Make sure you get some rest.” he said.
Before he could leave, however, Kokichi grabbed him by the wrist.
“Wait...stay with me...” he trailed off.
“Huh?” Shuichi answered.
He turned, noticing how Kokichi watched him with a serious look.
“Stay, Saihara-chan.” he said, pulling Shuichi closer.
“Ah!” Shuichi exclaimed as he was pulled onto the bed.
He straddled Kokichi’s hips, his hands on either side of Kokichi’s head on the bed. He stared down at Kokichi, who was watching him with an unreadable look in his eyes. His hands moved to cup Shuichi’s cheeks, stroking them.
“Wow...you have one beautiful face, Saihara-chan.” he commented.
Shuichi blushed.
“Where did that come from all a sudden?” he asked.
“Everywhere.” Kokichi replied.
Shuichi arched a brow at this as Kokichi continued to stroke his cheeks.
“You know...this is one of the many reasons why I’m in love with you, Saihara-chan.” he said.
Shuichi’s breath caught in his throat, eyes wide in surprise.
“What...” he trailed off.
Kokichi smiled.
“I’m in love with you, Saihara-chan.” he told him.
Then, he pulled Shuichi’s face down, their lips coming together in a soft kiss. Shuichi stiffened, not knowing what to do.
Oh my god, we’re kissing. What do I do, should I kiss back or pull away, he asked himself.
Before he could come to a decision, Kokichi broke the kiss.
“But...you don’t feel the same way. So, I see you in my dreams like this and carry out my fantasies that way...” he trailed off.
As he resumed stroking Shuichi’s cheeks, Shuichi began to think.
But, Ouma-kun...this isn’t a dream. You actually did just kiss me, he thought to himself.
He bit his lip.
How long has he been feeling this way about me, he asked himself.
“Uh, Ouma-kun...I’m going to have to go now.” Shuichi told him.
Kokichi chuckled.
“You always do.” he removed his hands from his cheeks. “Now, go.” he said.
Shuichi slowly climbed off of him and he began to head out of the room. He looked over his shoulder, shooting Kokichi one last glance before leaving, closing the door behind him.
He pressed his back against it, his cheeks flushing red as he recalled the kiss they shared.
I still can’t believe we actually kissed, he thought to himself.
One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I love you’- 58: “You don’t have to say anything.”
Another prompt from @queseraone (muchos gracias!) and a huge thanks to@justkillingtimewhileiwait again for her beta’ing help :)
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Set just after 3x17.
It wasn’t a sound that woke her but rather a feeling. Erin wasn’t sure how but she knew she wasn’t alone in her apartment. Unconsciously holding her breath to apply her senses better, she finally let it out when she heard a familiar deep sigh from the room on the other side of her bedroom door. Jay.
Slipping out of her bed, she took a quick peek at her phone to see it was clear of any notifications and it was just past 1 a.m. Though she had been asleep for less than two hours, after their latest case it wasn’t really a surprise she had slept so deeply.
“Hey,” she whispered softly into the dark as she crossed the threshold of the two rooms.
Jay turned his head to look at her, tearing his gaze away from the view of the city visible out of the window as he perched on the arm of her couch. The small lamp on the table next to him threw shadows across his face, highlighting his sharp features, deep eyes and obvious tiredness.
“Hey,” he replied just as quietly, lifting the beer in his hand to his lips lazily as he turned back to look outside.
Approaching him slowly, Erin crossed her arms and stopped when she was close enough to feel his body heat radiate off him and envelope her. “How long have you been here?” she asked, foregoing wondering why he was there. They rarely spent a night apart, no matter how they had spent the day or the evening.
“Not long. Half hour, maybe,” Jay answered with a shrug.
Eyeing the bottle in his hand, she rolled her lips between her teeth as she contemplated whether to question the drink or not. They both had their vices, and whereas she was the one with the addictive nature, he was the one who had never addressed his past. Not with the proper help she had had the first time, or the support system the second time.
Erin wasn’t sure whether she was being compassionate or a coward when she decided not to, but instead deflected to them. “You should have woken me.”
“I was planning on coming to bed, but I was too wound up to sleep. I didn’t want to keep you up,” Jay informed her, dropping his eyes for a moment to where his hands laid on his lap before meeting her own with a meaningful gaze. “I never slept with her, you know that, right? I’d never do that, not to you.”
“Who, Brianna?” she questioned, brow furrowed as she tried to keep up with his sudden change in topic. At his nod, Erin reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder to gain his full attention, making sure he understood she meant the words she was about to say. “I never thought you would. I know the kind of man you are.”
“Okay, good. Because between this case, Voight and her husband, I just wanted to make sure you knew,” he reiterated, though relief flooded his features as her words sunk in. Taking another sip of his beer, Erin shot him a questioning look at his mention of Voight. Jay dropped his eyes and answered her unasked questions before she could open her mouth to ask him. “He asked me if I was sleeping with her. I told him I wasn’t, but I don’t think he completely believed me.”
“Jay,” she sighed, running her fingers through his hair, knowing his bitter tone was more out of frustration with not being trusted by Voight when it came to her rather than him questioning him in the first place. Laying a hand on his leg, she pressed lightly until he shifted so she could step between them and placed her hands on either side of his neck so she could force him to look at her. “Forget what he thinks, alright? Hank no longer has a say in our relationship, we decided that.”
His eyes searched hers for a moment; a wry one-sided smile finally pulling at his lips as she tenderly stroked his jaw. “It’s just been a hell of a week, Erin.”
“I know, babe,” she told him, continuing in her soothing actions against the day’s stubble along his jawline, even as he took another swig from his beer. “How were drinks with Mouse and Ethan? Did it help?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Jay murmured offhandedly. It wasn’t the clear-cut answer Erin had expected, but she knew that after everything that had happened, and whatever it had trudged up, it would take more than just an evening at Molly’s to deal with. Resting his free hand on her hip, she felt him squeeze gently; an apologetic look on his face as he did so. “They can relate, that’s all. “
Shaking her head, Erin offered him a soft smile. “You don’t have to say anything, Jay. I get it. I’m here if you ever want to talk, and I’m here even if you don’t. As long as you talk to someone, okay? Just please don’t keep it all inside,” she pleaded with him.
“I’ll try,” he answered, and though it wasn’t the promise she was looking for, it was honest and earnest, which was a very close second. She didn’t reply, instead watching as he tilted his head back to finish off his drink. This time he caught her eyeing the bottle in his hand, offering her sad, twisted smile as he assured her, “It’s only my third tonight, I swear.”
“Okay,” she said acceptingly, slipping the empty bottle out of his hand and placing it next to the lamp on the table beside them. “Ready for bed?”
Jay let out a slow breath; eyes falling close a moment as she took his hand in her own. “Yeah,” he eventually murmured, the blue of his eyes slightly lighter when he opened them once again that they had been a few moments earlier.
Silently, they retreated back to her bedroom where she slipped under the covers on her still-warm side of the bed. Jay joined her soon after, settling in next to her on his side so she was able to see him. Despite his decision to come to bed, it was clear he was still as far from sleep as he had been when he had arrived at her place.
Erin watched him carefully; watched as he shuffled around to bury an arm below his pillow and watched as his eyelids fluttered closed. “Voight gave me a week off,” he told her, breaking the silence that had fallen between them.
“He told me,” she replied quietly, unable to keep herself from touching him. Laying a hand on his cheek, she stroked the fine hair at his hairline before curving her hand over the top of his head to gently cradle the back, fingers carded through the hair. “What do you plan on doing?”
“Apart from sleeping?” Jay remarked with a half-hearted smirk, settling deeper into his pillow and the bed as she absentmindedly caressed his hair. “I was thinking about heading up to the cabin for a few days. Get away from here for a bit.”
“The one in Wisconsin?” Erin questioned, recalling the conversation they had had about it over a year ago but had yet to mention it again. Though she supposed that was mostly her fault; she had put their relationship on hold not soon after the discussion about retiring in Wisconsin and then had gone off on her so-called sabbatical. She broke out of her thoughts before delving deeper by Jay’s confirming hum. “Want some company?”
“Doubt you’d be able to get the time off,” he commented, eyes opening when she didn’t immediately respond. Quirking an eyebrow, she shot him a dimpled smile as he smirked. “You already have.”
“Only a few days,” she confirmed with a single-shouldered shrug. “I wasn’t planning on letting you deal with this yourself, Jay. You were there for me even when I didn’t realise I needed you to be.”
Jay turned to press a kiss to her arm, lips landing right on the edge of her elbow and spoke into her soft skin, “I’d love your company.”
