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allie this is the cutest house party i've ever been to ugh i LOVE IT!!! may i please request falling asleep on the couch together (and being very flustered at their positions in the morning) from list four with rooster? thank u thank u ily <33

my sweet kait!! this was SO rooster and i was so excited to write it. i hope you love it <3 - [0.9k] | join the party!

Friday movie nights had become an unspoken tradition once you moved into the apartment with Bradley. Sometimes you had friends crash it. You can’t count the amount of times you’d woken up to one of them still passed out on your couch the next morning.

It was your favorite thing about living together, you think. The routine comfortability, a constant you could count on when the week was particularly slow and dreary and never ending.

This week had been one of those. The days dragged and bled into one another until it all felt like one mass of awful. Friday came like a welcoming hug, a shining beacon of rest and you were exhausted. So much so that you felt you might cry when you came home a little later than normal for a Friday night and saw Bradley had ordered your favorite takeout.

The two of you ate during the first movie, though you spent more time talking to each other about your day than you did actually watching the movie. You didn’t mind. You never really did when it came to him. You liked talking to him, maybe because he listened, really listened.

You settle into the couch during the second movie. Blankets get unfolded and draped across your bodies, the throw pillows you’d insisted on getting rearranged. You tuck yourself against his side, fitting your bodies together like puzzle pieces.

You can’t quite place when you fell asleep last night though you think it was some time between the second and third movie. It wasn’t your fault, not really. Not when the weight of Bradley’s arm around your shoulders was like a weighted blanket in its own strange way or when the warmth he emanated made you feel so cozy.

You were arguably closer than most roommates, maybe a little too close some would say. But it didn’t seem to matter. Plus, you liked having someone you could curl up on a couch and watch movies with at night. Totally platonically, of course. (Lie.)

It wasn’t like you were harboring feelings. (Double lie.) Bradley was just a really good friend and a great roommate, that was all.

The small living room in your apartment gets the best direct sunlight. It was something you loved about the place until rays of sunshine flooded through the gaps in the blinds Saturday morning. They seem to aim perfectly for your face, your eyes squinting before you even get the chance to open them.

There’s an awful ache in your neck and your left shoulder. Your face twists into a grimace as you bring a hand up to rub at your eyes, the heel of it digging into each eye one at a time. When you try to sit up, you’re stopped. At this, you peek an eye open.

Something akin to embarrassment washes over you when you realize how you’ve ended up overnight.

Bradley had also fallen asleep it seems, maybe right after you in the middle of movie number three. The television screensaver is on, Roku city floating by quietly. In your sleep, it seems the two of you had managed to maneuver yourselves so you were lying down on the couch.

It’s unclear where you begin and he ends. Your legs are a tangled mess. You’re nearly lying on top of him. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist, the culprit you assume that prevented you from sitting up. You realize one of your arms is tucked at an odd angle between your bodies and has fallen asleep.

With all your squirming taking in your positions, you seem to rouse Bradley from his sleep. His arm tightens momentarily and then seems to freeze. His face scrunches up in confusion and his eyes blink open slowly. A blush seems to rise almost immediately after he opens his eyes and notices you, tangled up on the couch with him.

The two of you are equally flustered, almost embarrassed as you disentangle yourselves from each other.

“Sorry, sorry,” he’s started to mumble as you separate yourselves to opposite sides of the couch. You’re shaking your head the whole time, answering each apology with some variation of don’t worry about it and it’s fine.

Your breathing feels a little uneven and you swallow, a little nervous. Bradley runs a hand through his hair, messing it up further. Once the two of you settle, you manage to look at each other at the same time and burst into a fit of giggles.

“Sorry,” he apologizes again and you shake your head, wave him off. His morning voice does something silly to your insides.

“It’s fine, really,” you say, ducking your head as your giggles fade and your smile turns a little shy. You shrug. “It was kind of nice, actually.”

The smattering of red on his cheeks reappears.

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Only, I think a bed would’ve been nicer. My neck is all kinds of fucked now.”

He laughs, deep and loud. It makes your smile morph into a grin. He looks at you with something soft in his eyes and he nods once. “Next time.”

You swallow, trying to ignore the warmth licking through your chest at the thought of sharing a bed with Bradley. Instead, you nod, short and quick like you agree and then you’re clearing your throat and rising from the couch.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes, please,” he says and you wander off towards the kitchen. He follows after you, though not immediately. Not until he calms his heart down and gets his flushed cheeks under control. He thinks a night of shoddy sleep, squished together on the couch might just be the beginning of something sweet and new.

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