'-Lash-' ((Drake Merwin x Reader))

"That Tingly Feeling"

The next morning Y/n woke to the dawn light shining through the window. It was dim, but seeable. She yawned, stretching her arm backwards. The academy was silent, and she could hear the crickets chirping in the dewy grass outside.

She changed into the clothes she was wearing before, then found a half-destroyed brush on Drake's dresser. The blankets still smelled like him; which wasn't bad. She tidied up the room and crept into the hallway, trying not to make too much of a ruckus.

The sound of soft snoring was coming from a room two doors down. She smiled warmly to herself, for some reason she instinctively knew it was Drake. She looked through the peephole and saw him with the sheets half-hanging on the ground, face down in a pillow. Y/n turned the knob, unsurprised it was unlocked; he feared nothing. Not noticing her presence, he continued to sleep peacefully.

She walked over to the bed, gently moving the blankets back over him. The

whip-hand was also draping off the frame, curled around one of the bed posts. From this angle it wasn't too noticeable, in fact without closer inspection he didn't look like a monster at all; inside and out.

Y/n was feeling particularly risky with her life today, and quietly laid next to him. She was definitely playing a dangerous game now; an awake Drake meant an angry Drake, and angry Drake made a violent Drake which leads to happy Drake which causes a dangerous and unpredictable Drake.

She stared at his closed eyes; gosh he was a deep sleeper. A strand of hair fell across his face, bothering him and causing him to shift. Smoothly Y/n tucked the lock behind his ear.

After a few more minutes, one of his eyes opened just a crack. He grinned a small shark-smile seeing her. "Morning sleepy-head," She joked.

"Hello," He yawned, just as Y/n had also yawned when she woke. Using his normal hand he pulled her closer, burying his face in her heated neck. "Cold," He grumbled.

Y/n blushed, she wasn't used to affection since the FAYZ had started, and certainly not from Drake. A tingly feeling went all over her, sort of like a siren's call to follow. Follow her heart.

The rest of the people at Coates were beginning to wake up now, and the distinct footsteps of Diana passed by the dorm. The two laid for another ten or so minutes, before Drake finally climbed out of bed; shirtless. Y/n hadn't actually realized he was, and embarrassed turned away.

"You weren't complaining yesterday," He raised an eyebrow.

"In my defense we didn't actually-" Y/n started, but gave up on her sentence. She couldn't help but stare a little.

"I can stay like this all day if you want," He said with his usual dry humor.

"I uhm, erm," She stumbled. She watched as he fought to get his whip-hand through the hole of the shirt, which was definitely an amusing sight to see. The great Drake Merwin facing off against the greatest of opponents; clothing.

"It must be annoying sometimes," Y/n laughed. "The hand?"

"Yeah, but..." He smirked, "It can also be incredibly useful."