Writing Challenge - Day 2
Prompt: Getting a call at 3AM
Pair: RedXReader
Rating: PG-13
Tags/Warnings: Alcohol use, language
NSFW/SFW
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You had been having a wonderful dream. You remembered the peacefulness of it, the sheer happiness you felt. You can’t remember any details now as you reach over to the nightstand to pick up your ringing phone. Your eye caught the glowing clock next to your phone. Three in the fucking morning?!
You couldn’t help the groan that left your throat. Red was calling you. You’d gotten into a fight the week before and he’d told you he’d be happy if he never saw your ugly face again. You knew he was just angry and saying things he didn’t mean, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You had made up your mind that he would have to apologize first this time; you were not going to coax him into it. He hadn’t made any attempt at contacting you in the last week, and you were starting to wonder if he had been serious.
You contemplate not answering. He had a brother he could call if he needed something. Then again, Edge would likely ignore his call as well.
Your finger smashed the answer button.
“Red, what do you want?” You really tried to sound angry, but you end the question with a yawn.
“S-sorry. I tried ta call Boss first. He didn’ answer.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me. Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“I’m gettin’ kicked out, so it’s somethin’ like two or three in the mornin’.”
You sigh. “Getting kicked out of where?”
“Grillby’s, a’course. Where else?”
Great. He was drunk. “So why does this mean you have to call me?”
“Cuz…I might need a ride home.”
You were going to murder him. Straight up chop his sexy bones into pieces and bury them in your backyard.
“You can teleport, you dumbass!” You were so close to hanging up.
“No, I can’t. Not this shitfaced. I could end up stuck in a wall or even the void. Please?”
You slump down on your bed and consider telling him to call someone else. You think over the fight you had with him and the things he’d said to you. You really, really want to hate him. But, even as you dredge up every hurtful thing he’s ever said to you, you know you can’t leave him there. You suck in a deep breath and sit back up.
“What happened to never wanting to see my ugly face again, huh?” You couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice if you tried.
You roll your eyes and slide your feet into your slippers. No need to get changed out of your pajamas just to pick up his sorry ass.
“Yeah, well, I guess you’re gonna have to see it one more time. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
You heard him start to say something, but you hung up before he could finish. You run your fingers through your hair to get rid of the majority of your bedhead, then grab your jacket, wallet, and keys, and head out the door. You start to doubt if this is a great idea as you’re driving. What if he’d been starting to tell you that he’d call someone else?
It was too late. You were already halfway there. You could handle this.
You hadn’t realized how much turmoil was in your chest until you turned the corner and saw him standing outside the bar. He wore his customary black jeans and jacket with the furry trim. He leaned against the wall, eyes closed and not even caring about humans who might pass by. He’d survived things in the underground that humans couldn’t even comprehend; he’d survive anything they tried to do to him as well.
You pull up and honk. Red startles and catches himself against the wall. You try to pretend you’re not watching him as he stumbles his way to your car. He slides easily into the passenger seat and struggles to get his seatbelt on.
You sniffle, cursing your emotions, and choose to stay quiet. It was nice to see him. Too nice. You didn’t need to be thinking about how cute he was when he snuggled into the ruffle of his jacket, or how much you wanted to kiss him again. You keep your eyes on the road as you drive the familiar route to his house.
You glance over at him. “What?”
“I’m sorry. Fer what I said last week. I don’t got an excuse; it was a terrible thing fer me to say.”
You suck in a deep breath and pull up to the house he shares with his brother. “Red, you’re drunk. You don’t understand what you’re saying.”
He huffed. “Ya don’t think so? Ya think I haven’t been kickin’ my ass every fucking day since we had that fight? I miss you! Stars, I miss you so much.”
You swallow, your fingers tightening their grip on the steering wheel. “Go get some sleep. If you really want to talk about this, then we’ll do it when you’re sober.”
His hand pauses on the door handle. “But we can talk about it?”
You nod. “Yes. Just…call me, okay?”
You glance over at him, and his grin is huge. He nods before he steps out of the car. You watch him as he stumbles his way up to the door. You make sure he’s gotten in safely before you leave.
The next evening, you’re certain that Red has either forgotten what he’d said the night before or regrets it. He won’t call you. He’s done with you. He was just drunk—
Your phone ringing interrupts your negative thoughts. You smile at Red’s name and answer.
