#bfdi x reader

Despite your unfortunate elimination from the competition, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset about it.

You’d built up a strong friendship with Two from the start, seemingly getting along with them. They appreciated that you preferred to take things slow in life, despite the reason being to keep yourself from having a nervous breakdown over inconsequential matters — and your empathetic nature was one that Two hadn’t found in many others.

When Two had read out the votes and quickly realised that you had been the only one to not receive a slice of cake, they were met with a severe dilemma. Sending you away with the previously lost contestants was an idea they immediately tossed away, you had been there to ground them at the worst of times — Two couldn’t imagine not having you within reach at all times…

In a moment of panic, with the rest of your team staring in confusion as their host seemingly blue-screened in the middle of Cake at Stake, Two decided that you’d be staying in the hotel to… ‘help them’ with their hostly duties. Not a single object brought the lie, but kept their thoughts to themselves.

In turn, you’d spent the past few months relaxing in the hotel while the competition went on as usual. However, with everyone preparing for upcoming challenges in their free time, you’d had little interaction with anyone other than your favourite host! Not that you were complaining, the endless time together had led to a blooming relationship between you.

Two had a few concerns that they had yet to voice, though.

It had been a couple of months since you’d become official, and even longer that you’d been friends, but there was a certain shyness to your interactions with them that left Two worrying that you weren’t comfortable with their actions, or the relationship entirely.

They would compliment the way you looked; having received advice from Gaty that people liked hearing verbal affection from their partners, and Two wanted to reciprocate the countless times you had praised them. But it would leave you fidgeting and your face would turn a shade darker than usual.

Or they’d come up behind you, wrapping their arms around your midsection while looking over your shoulder at the book you were reading — only for you to shut the cover and throw out a lazy excuse as you made a swift exit from the room. It left them wondering if you didn’t want their affections in that way… Surely you would tell them, right?

Two could do nothing but brush off the feeling of concern inside them, reassuring themself that it would change as your relationship grew.

Rather, they preferred to focus on the time they could spend with you! Today, they had dragged you away from whatever activity you started that morning and convinced you to help them in baking the cake for the next Cake at Stake’s contestants.

It wasn’t exactly an uncommon activity that you helped them with, it was an easy excuse to hang out and they needed to have a cake ready between every challenge.

So, you stood in the kitchen, idle chatter filled the room as you worked on your own individual ingredients before you had to combine them. You focused on the wet ingredients, melting down the butter, measuring out the milk…

Glancing over at Two as they dramatically retold you the happenings of the last challenge and everything that went wrong, you hadn’t realised that you let yourself get heavy handed with the carton of milk pouring into the measuring cup. Feeling a splash against your foot, you gasped at you noticed the small puddle between your legs. (no, it wasn’t pee i swear)

“Argh, I spilt the milk…” You groaned out, lifting a foot to step out of it.

However, you had apparently begun rapidly losing the ability to think about your actions since you had entered the kitchen, as another step into the milk cost you your balance. With your second foot in the air, your first leg slipped out from under you and you clenched your eyes shut for the oncoming impact with the floor.

A pair of arms grabbed your midsection, albeit a bit harshly and panicked, and steadied you upright against the bench you had been working upon. You let out a sigh, about to thank Two for stopping your fall, when your words caught in your throat.

They leaned some of their weight against you, mere inches away from your face and their body touching yours, their hands yet to leave your sides. Heat rushed up to your face at the thought of your positions, despite knowing the innocence of the situation.

“Are you okay? I didn’t want you to get hurt — there’s no use crying over spilt milk, aha!” Two laughed at their own joke, before noting your silence.

“Er, really though… Are you okay?”

Unable to get the words out of your throat, and feeling like your soul had been reaped from your body, you simply nodded and coughed into your hand. Despite the awkward tension you had caused, Two took your word — er, lack of word, as a good enough answer.

“I’ll grab the mop, just sit tight!” They released you from their hold and rushed out of the room with the promise to not take long.

Once left by yourself, you felt your emotions explode inside of you, whispering, “Did that really just happen? Oh my — then they held me against the bench…”

Your face grew warmer by the second, and the silly grin lit up your mouth, as you found your bouts of giggles to be unstoppable. You held a hand to your mouth, attempting to muffle your joy, and leaned back against the counter as you sunk to the ground.

‘This is so stupid,’ You thought to yourself, using both hands to cover your face through your giggles, ‘I need to compose myself.’

Through your internal battle, you failed to notice a familiar integer entering the room again with their trusty mop. Two stared at you on the floor for a moment, confused but unable to stop the contagious smile as they took in your strange utter happiness.

“Why’re you all giggly now? Did something happen?”

You felt your body freeze as Two caught you in such a vulnerable state, the embarrassment bleeding into your skin, “Oh, uh — you-you’re back?”

They rested the mop against the wall, approaching you to hold out a hand to pull you up. You accepted their offer.

“I, uhm…” Your eyes wandered around everything but Two’s face as you stuttered out an answer, “I was thinking about… How you — y’know, grabbed me to stop me from slipping…”

“Oh! Was that bad — did you not want me to touch you..?” They fiddled their fingers nervously.

“No, no! Hah, I — uhm, I liked it. A lot, I was just a bit… Flustered by it, and didn’t know how to r-react.”

You noticed their eyes widen and their face turning a warmer shade of green as they processed the information. A small smile graced their face, you daresay they appeared almost flustered themself at your confession.

“Aren’t you just… The sweetest thing ever!” If it weren’t for the counter behind you, you were sure that you’d have fallen over by Two’s weight being thrown back on you as their arms returned to your sides — in a hug this time.

The heat returned to your face as they squeezed you as if your very existence was giving them cuteness aggression, and their face was rubbed against the side of yours. Two let out soft noises that weren’t quite giggles, but still carried the same joy within them.

Being caught in their embrace, you felt yourself un-tense after a moment, and melt further into them as they didn’t seem keen on letting you go anytime soon. Your arms lifted to slowly reciprocate the hug, not quite using the same force that Two was, but the love was there nonetheless.

“Sorry that I get a bit, uh, worked up around you…” You murmured to them.

“I’m just glad you weren’t upset with me! I really thought you didn’t like being touched, or being complimented — I was getting a bit worried — but really, you’re as sweet as the icing on my cakes!”

You had half a mind to tell them off for saying something nearly sickening cheesy, but the giddiness of it coming from Two, and being in reference to you? It had your heart beating out of your chest.

“S-Stop, you’re gonna k-kill me —” You managed to get out between huffs of laughter, interrupted by your captor pausing their cheek rubbing to start sprinkling kisses over your face.

With hands moving up to lightly rest on Two’s cheeks as a half-hearted attempt to stop their ministrations, your face scrunched up in embarrassment as you felt yourself growing lightheaded after each time their lips connected with your face.

“Okay, o-okay — what if someone wa-walks in on us?”

They finally relented, if only to keep you conscious as you turned warmer than they’ve ever felt you, “I guess I should clean up that milk already?”

You haven’t been feeling well for a while now, and your partner, Two, knew it. You’d been skipping challenges, going to sleep very late, and not eating nearly enough. Despite how many times your sweet partner had tried to help, you’d rejected it; saying you were fine and you were just really tired.

But one day after a particularly tough challenge, you felt yourself getting upset to a point where you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

And you knew all too well that you couldn’t handle it alone without a sharp object…so you half-stumbled up to Two’s suite in the hotel, your vision already beginning to get blurry from tears, internally cursing yourself at not accepting Two’s help beforehand.

When you got to the door of their suite, your shaky knock on the door prompted a cheerful-sounding, “Coming!” from Two, most likely unaware to the fact that it was their darling in distress. A few soft steps later the door swung open.

At seven feet tall, they towered over you, however despite that they emanated an intense aura of comfort and safety, especially now. They looked like they had just gotten to their room after the challenge; as their waistcoat and dress shirt were unbuttoned, and their signature dark green cape and boater hat were no where to be seen. They had their shoes off as well, revealing socks peppered with small pink cake slices. You’d expect nothing else from your partner.

Their excited and curious expression immediately shifted to one of deep concern and worry at the sight of your teary eyes and your trembling body leaning on the door frame for support.

“Reader…!” They sighed as they pulled you closer to them, keeping an arm around your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall. “Are you ok? What happened…?”

You leaned your head heavily on their shoulder. “Two…I’m so s-sorry I didn’t let you help me…”, you choked out between labored breaths. “I-I didn’t know I was gonna just…b-break today…”

Through your slightly blurry vision you could make out Two shaking their head. “No, no, d-don’t apologize, it’s ok,” they said softly as they glanced back into their hotel suite then quickly back to you. “Just breathe for me, cupcake…”

They held you tightly as you tried to regulate your breathing. After a few moments, all that was left were silent sobs.

They breathed a sigh of relief as they heard you calm down, and pulled away just enough to cup your face in their hands and wipe a tear from your eye.

“We should get you inside, hon.”

You nodded weakly and let them guide you into their room. The lights were dimmed throughout the suite, and there seemed to be some sort of baking show playing on the TV. Despite the room looking simple due to it being in a hotel, Two had definitely still made it their own. They had added gauzy pink curtains to the windows, and the mini-fridge had a few reminders scribbled on sticky notes. The whole place smelled faintly of vanilla.

Two brought you over to the small couch in front of the TV, and quickly put the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch over your shoulders. They knew how comforting things like that were to you.

“I’m going to go make you some tea, ok?” They asked with a small smile, before gently kissing the top of your head and walking over to the small kitchenette located in the corner.

You settled into the couch, pulling up your feet and snuggling into the soft blanket as you patiently waited for them to come back over.

After a few minutes they padded softly back over to you, sitting down beside you on the couch with a small cup of chamomile tea in their hands.

“Do you think you could drink some of this for me?” They questioned gently.

You nodded, pulling your hands out of the blanket to take the teacup from them with shaky hands. They kept theirs out and ready in case you dropped it.

Slowly, you brought the tea to your lips, tasting its earthy and floral flavors in small sips.

Two watched you intently, seeing the tension leave you face and shoulders, and your gaze become softer and less on-edge.

You took a few sips, and then handed the cup back to Two, who placed it down on the coffee table without any questions about why you didn’t drink more.

“Feeling a little better?”

“M-hm…”, you replied as you leaned your head onto their shoulder.

That prompted them to put an arm around your shoulders, holding you close to them. They could tell that you felt exhausted, and they just wanted to let you rest.

Suddenly you spoke up again, quietly and sleepily.

“Two?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you…”

They chuckled fondly. “Love you, too, hon.”