alpha betas (x reader) one-shots

✧ delirious//vanoss ─ lazy day

Delirious // Vanoss
Lazy Day

━━━━      requested by @Ashlirious_gamer

──  AU  ──  GTA x 2P
──  romantic

Layz Day. That's what today was. For once, you were actually feeling lazy and not burnt out. Slumping on the sofa, not moving whatsoever, an extra weight soon gets added. Not wanting to move still, you only answered through an audible mumble, "Heyo."

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he person releases a chuckle, "Hello, (Y/n)." It was Evan. It still stroke you as odd that the Canadian never got mad at you and that he even showed his ”soft side” towards you (even when the others are around). You knew him acting cold towards the others was just a facade to appear tough, but still. Finally turning your head towards him, you see his monochrome owl mask sitting on his lap and he looked exhausted.

"Finished a mission?" you inquired, worried about his condition.

"Yeap, they set up explosives in one of our routes... and the boys wonder why I don't like explosives." He rolled his eyes soon after, "I should be fine, though, don't worry." Eyeing the man for a moment, you nodded before adjusting yourself on the sofa, then resuming to stare at nothing in particular.

Shortly, your attention lands on the television which Evan likely switched on. The channel was very... uninteresting, for lack of other words. It was a slideshow of various fruits and vegetables, there wasn't even any tune or jingle over it. Lightly shaking your head, you turn to see if the others were around. "Where are the others?" you questioned aloud, seeing nobody in the kitchen.

Evan rose a brow before snapping his fingers. "Entered through the garage, they're probably in their rooms or in the arcade room." Nodding once more, you scrunched your nose, trying to hold it back but then you sneezed anyway. "Bless you." The man with jet black hair muttered prior to asking, "Are you cold?"

"No," Damn it, you actually were cold. "Okay, maybe..." The male took off his blue jacket, leaving him in a gray shirt to help him against the cold, before handing it towards you. "Why can't we just turn the air conditioning off?"

"Um, Wildcat said it was broken." Sounding unsure, he seemed to insist as he put the jacket on your lap. "Before you worry, I'll be fine, I'm Canadian." Responding to the joke via silence, you reluctantly slip on the jacket. It was surprisingly oversized, the sleeves went over your hands but that's alright. Shifting slightly closer to Evan before childishly clapping your hands, for a fact, you knew you looked silly.

He chuckled at your antics and suddenly his gaze was directed behind you, "Hey Delirium."

Looking behind you, you simply waved at the red hoodie clad. "Hey Vanoss, hey (Y/n)," Delirium quietly greeted before walking up behind the couch to sit down on the backrest, but ended up falling onto the seat itself, making him to the left of you. So, now you were in the middle of them, amazing.

Before you had time to stop it, you sneezed again. "I'm still cold." You mumbled, both males hearing what you said.

Seeing Delirium's dark red orange eyes avert towards your direction only sent you more chills. "Well, what do you want us to do about it?..." He inquired, "Cover the A/C with tape?"

"No, you raspberry." Gently pushing him, you could feel your face heat up, already getting embarrassed before even getting any other words out. "...Someone hug me."

Eyes slowly darting left to right, you see both of them, shocked. Very shook, an understandable reaction. Evan's face was coated a colour and you can see Delirium's ears tinted the same hue.

"...What." Delirium spoke, startling you. The man usually mumbles his words so him talking in a moderate tone shocked you.

"You heard me."

"Okay." Evan said, lightly pulling you onto him. Releasing a yelp because of the action, you see Delirium examine the two of you and he slowly scoots closer a bit. Feeling bad, you got off of Evan and went back to sit in between of them, but this time, the two were really close. Leaning your head on Evan's shoulder and grabbing Delirium's left hand, brushing your thumb against it. This was nice.