saturday night result

anonymous asked:

A little scenario or FanFic where the phantom boys are asleep and the reader is watching him and starts to stroke his hair and kiss his cheeks n stuff. But the boy suddenly "awakes" because he was actually acting to be asleep If you have character limit, maybe only Akira and Yusuke?

OMG this is so cute and funny. Thank you, and I hope you like it!!

Edit: AAAAAA I accidentally posted this without finishing Yusuke’s, so please hang on!! ;_;

…Okay, finished! LOL


Akira:

“Akira, are you sleeping?”

S/O’s whisper was only greeted by their boyfriend’s steady, rhythmic breathing. The frosty Saturday night resulted in the couple retreating under S/O’s comforter and bed-sheets; the sanctuary of warmth beckoned and enveloped them like the embrace of sunshine. 

S/O’s gaze was plastered on Akira’s face, his features soft and relaxed under the illumination of the dim moonlight. They brushed some of his raven locks aside with their fingertips as they breathed, “I guess you really are asleep…” They paused, then gently pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It makes me happy to see you so… at peace. I hope one day you can look like this when you’re awake, too… you deserve more from this world than a scowl and tired eyes.”

S/O approached him once more to peck his porcelain cheek; however, they were only met with a pair of soft lips. Their eyes abruptly flicked up, and S/O gasped when they realized they were peering directly into Akira’s blinking onyx orbs. 

“You’re very chatty tonight,” he teased, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Heat began to accumulate in S/O’s cheeks. How much did he hear?

Akira shook his head and smiled fondly as he pressed S/O closer to him. “No, it’s okay. I love the sound of your voice. It makes me feel… at peace.”

S/O’s cheeks flushed a deep ruby and they were about to reprimand him for teasing them until they were interrupted by a low chuckle and the nearly inaudible words, “I love you.”

After a moment of hesitation, S/O decidedly closed their mouth and snuggled into the security of his chest; the scolding could wait another day. “I love you, too, Akira.”


Ryuji:

It was the middle of the day and the beaming sun was at its peak, washing over all of Tokyo with its radiance; yet, here Ryuji was, napping with his head in S/O’s lap as they lounged on the sofa. 

“You fell asleep on purpose, didn’t you?” S/O complained. The entire point of Ryuji visiting them was for the purpose of studying; naturally, he stubbornly utilized sleeping as his last resort to avoid the monotonous activity of skimming through papers. Against their will, S/O grinned at the snoozing boy before them, and then stroked his smooth, yet chiseled cheeks.

“Your brightness outmatches the sun outside, you know,” S/O quietly stated. “Days without you are so… dark, and lifeless. Don’t ever forget how important… you are…” 

S/O trailed off upon noticing a faint rosy blush dusting Ryuji’s cheeks, and their eyes narrowed. You little faker, they thought.

A light bulb flashed in their brain, and S/O deviously leered as they ever-so-slowly traced Ryuji’s chest with the tip of their finger. “Oh my god, ew ew ew, a spider!”

As expected, Ryuji’s eyes snapped open and he whipped upright immediately, frantically brushing his tank top. “Where?! G-get it off!” 

S/O crossed their arms sternly and glared at the back of his blonde head. “Oops, my bad. It was just an eavesdropping little fly on the wall.”

Ryuji’s shoulders tensed up and he timidly pivoted to face S/O, who was currently summoning all of their willpower to maintain a straight face; it was entirely too unfair when he acted so adorable. “C-c’mon babe, studying’s so borin’, and you were bein’ so friggin’ cute and sweet, and-”

He was interrupted by a spontaneous kiss, and S/O averted their eyes from him as they stuttered, “G-go study, or else I’m not gonna kiss you for the rest of the day.” 

Ryuji furiously blushed as his chocolate eyes widened, and he swore he felt an arrow pierce through his fluttering heart. Without warning he tackled S/O and mercilessly smooched them, muttering “I love you” and “You’re so cute” between kisses. S/O’s scornful demeanor dissipated to one of embarrassment and levity; needless to say, studying was soon forgotten as S/O squeaked and giggled from Ryuji’s seemingly perpetual onslaught of affection. He truly was far more incandescent than the sun outside could ever aspire to be.


Yusuke:

S/O sighed as they strutted in through the front door of Yusuke’s dorm and discarded their shoes. “Not again.”

Every so often, Yusuke would doze off on his stool while he was in the process of painting, and how he managed to stay perched atop his seat, S/O would never know.

They strayed to the sofa to procure a blanket that was placed there, then they cautiously swept it around the sleeping artist’s shoulders. S/O raked their fingers through his sapphire hair and planted a delicate kiss on his cheek as they whispered, “At least you’re finally taking a break… you really work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. I wish you didn’t have to struggle so much…”

Briefly after concluding their statement, Yusuke’s eyes fluttered open and he mumbled, “Hello, dear. I’m glad you could make it.”

Subsequent to a greeting kiss, S/O shyly implored, “Um… did I wake you up?”

Yusuke shook his head in reply. “It’s no trouble at all, I was not even asleep.” He felt a chill course through his spine upon realizing his confession. “I-I mean…!”

Any expression that once occupied S/O’s face was now deteriorated and replaced with a blankness comparable to Yusuke’s empty canvas.

“S-S/O, please, do not make such a face-”

“Yusuke,” S/O said, their voice devoid of emotion.

He broke out into a sweat and anticipated the inevitable punishment; however, S/O simply pressed their lips to Yusuke’s and cradled his face with the palms of their hands. “I meant every word. Give yourself some rest every now and then, okay?” 

Another swift peck was imprinted on Yusuke’s forehead, and he covered S/O’s hands with his own, smiling tenderly as he compromised, “Only if you join me, my love.”

S/O’s lips fondly curved upward. “I’d love to.”