Anything But Toxic (Atticus x Reader)

Y/n and Poison Boy Used Rest! It's Not Very Effective...

  You stared at him for a second, processing, then nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. You inwardly kicked yourself for looking so hyped to sleep over at his dorm, but he didn't seem to notice, and a part of you was too tired to care. He grabbed one of the pillows off of his bed, and put it on his beanbag.

  "Thou will have the bed, I will sleep on the beanbag," he said. 

< For context, it is a large beanbag, though he will have to curl up to sleep somewhat-comfortably, as he is too tall to fully stretch out. >

  "What? You're the host, you can't just sleep there," you say, thinking about how uncomfortable sleeping like that all night must be. Does he not get back pain?

  "I can, and I must. I cannot have thou sleeping on the floor!" He exclaimed, and you sighed.

  "Fine, but if you're sleeping on the beanbag, I'm sleeping right here," you said, sitting down next to the beanbag. Atticus shook his head.

  "Even thee need beauty rest," he said, and you scoffed.

  "Okay, pretty boy. Since you're so concerned about me getting beauty rest, I guess I'll take the bed," you said, partially joking, and partially trying to get a reaction. You were successful, as he turned bright red and started stuttering.

  "I-I did not mean that as an insult," he stammered, turning away to try and hide his face. You inwardly fist pumped at his flustered reaction, though part of you was annoyed that he did not acknowledge your new nickname for him. This annoyance was quelled seconds later.

  "W-wait, did you just call me pretty?!" He yelped. He was so flustered that you thought he might actually pass out. He was now covering his face with his hands, visibly trying to calm down enough that his face would cool, but he was not very successful, and only succeeded in looking shy, which was adorable. A few moments later, he took a deep breath, uncovered his still red face, and got up.

  "I'm off to brush my teeth, do what you wish," he mumbled as we walked to the bathroom.

<Atticus's POV (third person)> As he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, he let out a long breath. He couldn't stop thinking about the, admittedly silly, nickname they had made for him. They were just joking right? He thought to himself, sitting down on the floor. They can't possibly like me... could they? He wondered. After a few minutes of thinking about them, he got up and actually brushed his teeth. As he was brushing his teeth, he looked into the mirror to try and see what Y/n had seen in his face to even fathom the nickname "Pretty Boy." A few minutes and a healthy teeth-brushing, he exited the restroom to find that while he was out of the room, Y/n had changed into their pajamas. They were adorable, dressed in a(n) (favorite pokemon) hoodie, soft grey sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. Some little part of him deep in the recesses of his soul whispered, never underestimate the power of fuzzy socks, and he viewed their socks with suspicion. They were sitting on the floor, petting skuntank and zorua. He was still lost in thought when he realized they had been speaking to him.

  "-Huh?" He said, embarrassed about his lack of focus.

  "I said we should probably go to sleep," they said, but they seemed a bit shy. After a long, exhausting day, Atticus couldn't summon the brainpower to figure out why. He simply nodded, yawning.

<Y/n's POV (second person)> You were a bit sleep drunk, but had sobered up quickly when it had dawned on you that you had just flirted with Atticus. You quickly became shy again, remembering that though you had just spent the day together, you still hadn't spoken with him much before this, and he might not even like you anyways and get weirded out by your flirting. He seemed rather tired though, so you just hoped he wouldn't remember this in the morning and the friendship wouldn't be awkward. He flopped down on the beanbag, and you sighed. He looked up at you, and he just looked so adorable, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

  "Ah yes, I had forgotten. Thou mustn't sleep on the floor," he scolded sleepily, and you shook your head.

  "Not if you're sleeping there. Are you even comfortable?" You said gently, and he sighed.

  "Thou cannot sleep on the floor! It simply wouldn't do! Though it is noble of thee to care so for me, I promise thee I'll..." He trailed off as his eyelids slowly closed and he started mumbling. You smiled softly at the sleeping boy, then completely (accidentally) disregarded all of his concerns as you passed out on the floor.

  Hours later, you woke, half-asleep, to a dark room. Someone had picked you up, and gently set you on a soft surface, and some part of your still-sleepy brain registered that this was Atticus's bed. You could feel sleep pulling at your consciousness, and you opened your eyes once to see a pair of beautiful blue eyes shimmering in the moonlight, paired with a sweet, gentle smile before you passed out again, your brain conjuring dreams of playing with your pokemon and skuntank.