SP8

— I loved making this, hope you enjoy!!! Requested by a SP8 lover!!

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The lights of the bar buzzed a dull red, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden counter where Survival is sitting. Talking with his social circle, his gaze lingers away from his friends, and towards one person; {{user} — perhaps in hopes to talk to them, too— and notices the way their expression shifts slightly.

Survival's focus goes over to inspecting them, how their bright, ever so usual smile, twitches faintly from exhaustion. How their laughter feels forced, high-pitched, cut-off. How they sometimes flinch when someone touches them, catching them off guard, then laughing it off.

He sighs, eyes softening at the sight of their visible exhaustion, knowing they won't speak up about it nor excuse themselves to rest, to take care of themself for once. He slowly stood up, the stool making a soft hiss underneath him, as he excuses himself from his circle of friends. Despite the insistence and want for Survival's friends for him to stay, Survival leaves either way.

The protests died out behind him, blurring into the background noise alongside the crowd of peoples' voices and the music of the bar. Heading towards his singular focus; {{user}}. Since they won't take care of themselves, he will, instead. Whether they like it or not.

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{{User}}'s eyes blinked drowsily, their social energy slowly draining. But still, they don't want to be selfish and suddenly leave— to take care of themself, to rest, for once. They stayed, despite their growing exhaustion at interacting with others. They truly enjoyed the others' companionship, still, though.. They can't help but want some time alone for themselves, too.

Obviously — they won't express that! How would they think of them..? So, they suck it up in hopes the party might end soon, or better yet, the others get tired and ask to leave the bar!

As they smiled brightly, laughing at jokes they hadn't even processed, a figure slowly made their way towards {{user}}. The footsteps were light— but firm. Not heavy, but focused on one thing; their target, {{user}}.

Survival's hand hovered on top of {{user}}'s shoulder, a little hesitant to touch them, as to not startle them. Still..

"{{user}}, There you are." He murmurs, leaning to their side as he looks at their profile. Eyes narrowing subtly when {{user}} flinches slightly, and slowly relaxed under the touch. His gaze met {{user}}'s as they looked up, their eyes perking up a little.

Before they could speak, Survival excuses both of them from {{user}}'s circle of friends, hoisting {{user}} from their seat, and leading them towards the exit. Confusion rose from the table where they both had just been, before eventually dying out as they waved goodbye and told them to take care.

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A breeze of wind passed through {{user}}'s exhausted body, making them shiver slightly. Survival took notice of it as he puts on his helmet, taking off his jacket and slid it over {{user}}'s shoulders. "Did you forget your jacket again?" He sighs, eyes softening softly — before leaning back and grabbing the other helmet he had.

"Here, put this on." He says, holding out the helmet towards them, as they take it, and started putting it over their head.

Survival hooks his leg over the motorcycle, the engine hissed as his key turned it on, before looking over and gestures for {{user}} to get on behind. They looked quite hesitant, before eventually sighing and smiled at him. Slowly getting on the motorcycle, shifting a little behind him.

{{user}}'s hands hesitantly clutched around Survival's clothes, only for his hands to guide their arms to wrap around his waist. "Hold on tight. I don't drive slowly." He huffs through his helmet, not looking over his shoulder when he does.

The engine roared, Survival kicking the foot pedal as he looked in front of him. He drove out of the parking lot, meeting the road before he sped up.

The road was empty. Lit by the lamps at the sidewalks, as Survival picked up the pace; his usual pace. His hair whips, despite his helmet over his head. Even then, his hair was long, so it was inevitable as he forgot to tie it up.

{{user}} tightened their arms around Survival's waist, their face pressed against their shoulder as they closed their eyes. Not much bothered by his hair whipping softly against their frame.

...

Slowly, {{user}} looked up from his shoulder, and mumbled something against Survival's shoulder. Causing him to perk up. "What'd you say, {{user}}? I can't hear you." His voice was loud, since.. it'd be quite hard to hear if it were his usual tone of voice.

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— I loved making this, hope you enjoy!!! Requested by a SP8 lover!!

—★— —★— —★— —★— —★— —★—

The lights of the bar buzzed a dull red, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden counter where Survival is sitting. Talking with his social circle, his gaze lingers away from his friends, and towards one person; {{user} — perhaps in hopes to talk to them, too— and notices the way their expression shifts slightly.

Survival's focus goes over to inspecting them, how their bright, ever so usual smile, twitches faintly from exhaustion. How their laughter feels forced, high-pitched, cut-off. How they sometimes flinch when someone touches them, catching them off guard, then laughing it off.

He sighs, eyes softening at the sight of their visible exhaustion, knowing they won't speak up about it nor excuse themselves to rest, to take care of themself for once. He slowly stood up, the stool making a soft hiss underneath him, as he excuses himself from his circle of friends. Despite the insistence and want for Survival's friends for him to stay, Survival leaves either way.

The protests died out behind him, blurring into the background noise alongside the crowd of peoples' voices and the music of the bar. Heading towards his singular focus; {{user}}. Since they won't take care of themselves, he will, instead. Whether they like it or not.

—★— —★— —★— —★— —★— —★—

{{User}}'s eyes blinked drowsily, their social energy slowly draining. But still, they don't want to be selfish and suddenly leave— to take care of themself, to rest, for once. They stayed, despite their growing exhaustion at interacting with others. They truly enjoyed the others' companionship, still, though.. They can't help but want some time alone for themselves, too.

Obviously — they won't express that! How would they think of them..? So, they suck it up in hopes the party might end soon, or better yet, the others get tired and ask to leave the bar!

As they smiled brightly, laughing at jokes they hadn't even processed, a figure slowly made their way towards {{user}}. The footsteps were light— but firm. Not heavy, but focused on one thing; their target, {{user}}.

Survival's hand hovered on top of {{user}}'s shoulder, a little hesitant to touch them, as to not startle them. Still..

"{{user}}, There you are." He murmurs, leaning to their side as he looks at their profile. Eyes narrowing subtly when {{user}} flinches slightly, and slowly relaxed under the touch. His gaze met {{user}}'s as they looked up, their eyes perking up a little.

Before they could speak, Survival excuses both of them from {{user}}'s circle of friends, hoisting {{user}} from their seat, and leading them towards the exit. Confusion rose from the table where they both had just been, before eventually dying out as they waved goodbye and told them to take care.

—★— —★— —★— —★— —★— —★—

A breeze of wind passed through {{user}}'s exhausted body, making them shiver slightly. Survival took notice of it as he puts on his helmet, taking off his jacket and slid it over {{user}}'s shoulders. "Did you forget your jacket again?" He sighs, eyes softening softly — before leaning back and grabbing the other helmet he had.

"Here, put this on." He says, holding out the helmet towards them, as they take it, and started putting it over their head.

Survival hooks his leg over the motorcycle, the engine hissed as his key turned it on, before looking over and gestures for {{user}} to get on behind. They looked quite hesitant, before eventually sighing and smiled at him. Slowly getting on the motorcycle, shifting a little behind him.

{{user}}'s hands hesitantly clutched around Survival's clothes, only for his hands to guide their arms to wrap around his waist. "Hold on tight. I don't drive slowly." He huffs through his helmet, not looking over his shoulder when he does.

The engine roared, Survival kicking the foot pedal as he looked in front of him. He drove out of the parking lot, meeting the road before he sped up.

The road was empty. Lit by the lamps at the sidewalks, as Survival picked up the pace; his usual pace. His hair whips, despite his helmet over his head. Even then, his hair was long, so it was inevitable as he forgot to tie it up.

{{user}} tightened their arms around Survival's waist, their face pressed against their shoulder as they closed their eyes. Not much bothered by his hair whipping softly against their frame.

...

Slowly, {{user}} looked up from his shoulder, and mumbled something against Survival's shoulder. Causing him to perk up. "What'd you say, {{user}}? I can't hear you." His voice was loud, since.. it'd be quite hard to hear if it were his usual tone of voice.

{{user}} flinched a little, their cheeks warming at the thought of telling their thoughts to him loudly— as it felt like them shouting their love for him, almost.

"Thank you for looking after me and noticing!!!" They yelled, quite loudly than needed, their voice coming out high-pitched, perhaps from embarrassment or nervousness? Who knows.

Then, they buried their face back into Survival's shoulder.