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𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝟛 - Knife x Reader

Requested by: @Urmotherandgrandma

𝔸/ℕ: 𝕆𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕨, 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥! 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘! 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕀 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕐'𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕... 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕝. 𝕀 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕤, 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕒𝕞. ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖!

You were hunched over the desk, scribbling away furiously on the sheet of paper on the wooden surface. It was midnight, and you were still stuck working on commissions. One in particular was giving you quite the hard time, the little details that the customer wanted made the rough draft you were scratching out almost impossible to get right. Not to mention your lack of sleep, coming from the fact that you've pulled three all-nighters in a row so you can get everything done at once. Vision slightly foggy, you struggled to fight the urge to pass out immediately as you dragged your pencil across the paper, not noticing the sound of your door opening. Your sleepy stupor was interrupted by a hand on your shoulder, and as you looked up to see who it was, your heart seemed to skip a beat. Of course, it had to be Knife. The very person you had a crush on, peering down at you with a confused expression.

"Hey, what are you doing-" His sentence came to a halt when he saw the heavy bags under your eyes, his expression morphing into one of concern. "Woah- How long have you been awake for?!"

You rubbed your eyes, stifling a yawn. "About... three or four days..." You admitted sheepishly.

He blinked at you, furrowing his eyebrows. You're worrying him here, (Y/N). He had to admit he liked you, probably more than he should, and seeing you so tired was filling him with all kinds of regret. How long had you been like this, and he just hadn't noticed? That made him felt awful, why didn't he come to your rescue??

Your drooping head dragged him out of his thoughts, and he scoffed as he picked you up in his arms. Letting out a yelp at being scooped up out of your chair, you dropped your pencil and instead clinged to him incase you would fall. "Kn-Knife?! What the hell, I was working!"
"Yeah, obviously for too long." He grumbled, plopping down on your bed. The two of you were so close, and your heart was racing. Your face grew even hotter when he started to get comfortable in your own bed, setting you down next to him as he pulled the covers over the both of you.

"Knife, what are you doing?!" You squeaked, trying your best not to accidentally touch him for fear that you might devolve more if you did.

"If you're not going to sleep by yourself, then I'm gonna make you fall asleep." He smirked, scooting up to you and wrapping an arm around your torso. The warmth on your cheeks started to get almost too intense to handle, and at the same time, Knife looked at your flustered, tired form in adoration. Pulling you towards him, he laid your head on his chest and stroked your back fondly.

"Knife- wh- wha huh-??" You couldn't even get a sentence out, your mind was cloudy with both sleepiness and embarassment. Your crush, the person you were romantically interested in, was holding you in his arms, pretty much just cuddling you. But it seemed like it was working, your brain eventually shutting out and leaving you to pass out on top of him.

Feeling your body relax as he himself slowly drifted off to sleep, he grinned. "I love you, (Y/N)."