Fluff
//- Scout starts to have trouble sleeping, Guzma tries his best to help him get some more rest.
It was a decently normal night in the neighborhood. The only sounds were an occasional car driving past the house or the rain against the windows.
The gang had thrown a party a few hours before for Garroth's birthday, and the fact that Jean had finally lifted the ban he had put on parties and visitors for after one night where River had vomited over their sofa while drunk. The smell wouldn't go away for two days, Jean banned anyone from visiting for three months.
After the party had died down, the visitors had left and everyone had their fill of alcohol, they all disappeared to their rooms to fall asleep and wait for the inevitable hangover they would have to deal with once morning came.
Scout laid in his bed with his eyes focused on the ceiling above him, no matter how the poor boy tried. Sleep just would not take him. The dull feeling of being tipsy still had Scout in its grasp, causing him to put a hand on his forehead and suck in a sharp breath as he could feel his hangover already forming in his skull.
He shifted around to pull himself up and propped up his back against the bedframe, sitting up against it and folding his arms for comfort. Scout's eyes peered down to his sleeping boyfriend right next to him. Guzma's chest was rising and falling slowly as he slept. His white hair falling in his face, messier than usual and a line of drool running out of the side of his mouth. Gross. Scout knew Guzma needed sleep after drinking, he dared not to take that privilege away from him.
Scout's eyes tried to adjust to the darkness in their bedroom, but he wasn't wearing his glasses so it slimmed his chances of seeing anything. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and brought himself to his feet, He almost ended up kicking the empty basin that he had put beside the bed incase Guzma or him needed to vomit. Scout reached over to the bedside table and picked up his glasses, wiping them on his shirt before putting them on.
He made his way across the room and walked out and down the hallway to the living room. The smell of alcohol was still hanging in the air, causing Scout to scrunch up his face in disgust. His gaze fell onto the sofa where he saw barely saw Jean and Hunter draped over eachother and asleep in the darkness from behind them, the dim light of the TV screen dancing over Hunters sleeping face being his only light and way to see around the room. There was a bottle of wine on the coffee table. Scouts eyes looked over to the other side of the Living room to where he saw Grace and Garroth's bedroom left slightly open and Grace tucked away in bed, sleeping soundly.
Garroth however, is missing.
That's when Scout heard the coughing and the sound of vomit coming from the upstairs bathroom, followed by a long groan. Scout assumed it was Garroth just puking up his bad decisions and ignored it.
Scout made his way into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water and quickly started to gulp it down, he could still vaguely taste the stale alcohol in his mouth. He swished it around his mouth before spitting it out in the sink. He almost coughed it up in fear when he heard Hunter stumble sleepily into the kitchen.
"Hey," Hunter mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep and being tired. "Why are you up?" Hunter asked, barely turning to look at Scout as he pulled the fridge open and flinching at the light, shielding his eyes with his arms. Scout chuckled and leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Can't sleep, did I wake you up?" Scout asked, Hunter shook his head in response and took out an apple from the fridge and taking a bite before starting to speak again.
"Jean woke me up so we could go back upstairs to our own bed, so the couch doesn't break our backs." Hunter responded. Scout wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, Hunter thought for a moment and nudged him when he realized what he had hinted at. "Beds can be used for sleeping, dumbass. Plus, we're both too tired." he defended, Scout chuckled and threw up his hands in defense of himself.
Hunter and Scout chatted for a good while in the kitchen before Hunter excused himself and went back to bed. Scout sighed and rubbed his face and decided to walk back to his room. He closed the door gently, as not to wake Guzma. He walked back to the bed and flopped down, almost feeling as if the bed was going to swallow him whole. He hadn't even noticed that Guzma had been awake since Scout had gotten up.
Guzma wrapped his arms around Scout and had pulled him close to him before he could protest, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Scout didn't complain, he just gave him a questioning look as Guzma gave him a sleepy-loving smile.
Scout pulled the blanket over the two of them and nuzzled into Guzma's chest, Guzma buried his face in Scout's hair as he held him. Scout pulled back for a second. Guzma smiled down at Scout as he cuddled him close to him, brushing his thumb over Scout's cheekbones as he kissed him. The two laid there for a while, just smiling and looking at eachother lovingly. Scout closed his eyes and rested his head on Guzma's chest. Guzma's arms were wrapped around him before he noticed something.
"You're wearin' ya glasses, ya dummie."
Guzma chuckled, his accent thicker now that he was still buzzed from how much he was drunk, he pulled Scouts glasses off of his face and placed them on his bedside table. Scout definitely found it easier to sleep now that he was in Guzma's arms.
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The next morning when Scout woke up, his head was pounding. He rolled onto his back and groaned, covering his eyes from the sunlight coming in from the window and shining onto his face. Guzma had gotten up already and Scout pulled himself out of bed, pulling a hoodie on and left his room. He could smell breakfast from the kitchen and the smell of bacon and eggs made him feel queasy. He covered his mouth as he walked into the kitchen.
Jean was standing at the stove, making a fry-up for breakfast. His hair was messy and he looked visibly tired yet still managed to cook for the house. He was wearing a pyjama shirt and shorts. Hunter was leaning against the counter next to Jean, he was wearing a big blue hoodie that went down to mid thigh, obviously Jean's hoodie and a pair of sweats. He had the hood of the hoodie pulled around his neck in a weird way. His hands were wrapped around a mug of coffee,
Scout greeted the two with a wave, Jean nodded at him and Hunter smiled.
"Morning, want breakfast?" Hunter asked, Scout nodded as he started to pour his own mug of coffee. Scout took his mug and sat down at the table and looked over at the other two males. "Anyone else awake?"
"Grace and Garroth are still asleep, Guzma's in the shower." Jean replied, setting the breakfast out onto the plates and handed Hunter and Scout their food. Scout thanked him and began to eat, despite the smell of eggs making him feel as if he was going to vomit. The three chatted and joked about the previous night for a while until Guzma came into the kitchen.
The other two waved and Scout stood up and placed a kiss on Guzma's cheek and smiled.
As time went on, Everyone just hung out in the house for that day. Lazing around in the living room and watching TV.
