#bosco x daya

[dayabot]

hey guys um did you know that lana del rey ultraviolence (deluxe)

[aqpippin]

8 or 38 for the soft prompts? 💖

mar!! of course 🤍

I chose dayasco bc I've never written them before but I enjoyed writing this 🫶🏼

icymi !! prompt 8 was done here ✨

38. “Do you remember our first kiss?” x dayasco

Daya nuzzles her face into Bosco’s neck, breathing her in. She smells like cigarettes, peaches, a little bit of sweat. It’s distinctively Bosco, and Daya wants to melt into her - breathe her in and get lost in her.

The room smells like Daya’s perfume and weed and musky candles, and Daya moves to straddle Bosco. There’s a half smoked joint dangling from Bosco’s fingertips, and Daya reaches out to take it off her, pressing it between her lips and relighting it. 

Bosco’s head is fuzzy and Daya looks so pretty sitting in her lap. She’s all long limbs and soft pale skin, pink flush in her cheeks, eyelashes fluttering against her cheek as she breathes in. Bosco thinks she looks like a doll, wants to play with her hair and show her off - and she can feel the smoke wash over her as Daya exhales. Bosco is entranced, finds her vision focussing on Daya’s lips as she takes another hit. Rosy and plump, perfect for kissing. Oh, how Bosco loves to feel Daya’s lips on hers, across every inch of her skin.

“Do you remember our first kiss?” Bosco asks, watching plumes of smoke fall from her love’s lips. 

“Huh?” Daya’s looking at the ceiling, brows furrowed, “what?”

“Do you, can you, remember our first kiss?” Bosco whines, “I can’t remember it.”

“Oh,” Daya giggles, swinging her neck around to look down at Bosco, “yeah. I think so.”

“Remind me?” 

“Well it was summer, and it was hot, and it looked a little bit like this,” Daya sighs leaning in so she can feel Bosco’s breath on her cheeks, “we were at Willow’s house and we were very drunk. And it was a stupid dare from Camden,” Daya’s free hand guides one of Bosco’s to her waist before she uses it to cradle Bosco’s jaw, “and we just kinda -” it’s soft and needy and the groan that leaves Bosco’s lips is the exact same sound she made all those years ago, the same sound she makes every time Daya moves down her neck. 

They kiss until the joint has fizzled out, and it’s with a heaving chest that Bosco sighs, “I remembered I just wanted to make out.”

[missjanjie]

any daya x bosco head canons?

hm… if you give me something specific, like a theme, i could probably come up with some

[gigimethyd]

hi so i want a bosco x willow x daya tat but i cannot figure out what i want for bosco 💔💔💔💔 help

[artificialqueens]

🧡 Dinosaur (Dayasco) - Winter

a/n: it's been a hot minute since i've posted here but i wanted to submit something for the fic challenge so here we are, this is for the hurt/comfort category, also bosco uses she/they pronouns and daya is written to be autistic based on my own experience with autism

light tw for descriptions of sensory overload/a meltdown,

ao3 link 

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Daya burrowed herself under her blanket, letting out a whine when Bosco attempted to pull it back to see her face.

Everything was too loud, the light was buzzing, and she could hear people stomping down the hallway and shouting like other people didn’t live there. The clothes on her skin felt itchy as if the fibers were trying to scratch her skin off. Her brain was hazy and yet attuned to everything all at once, any attempt to speak was too painful, her chest clenching with every breath.

With a groan, Daya poked a hand out of the blanket and pointed at her wardrobe, tossing her shirt to the floor with a whimper to clue Bosco in on what she wanted

They stared for a second, processing whatever the hell that could possibly mean before realising she wanted something more comfortable. Glancing at her wardrobe one thing stuck out, the bright yellow hoodie she always wore. They pulled it down, careful not to rattle the hangers too much, and slowly walked over to Daya’s bed, flicking the light switch off as they moved past it, much to Daya’s relief.

Bosco sat on the side of her bed, trying her best not to nudge Daya, and slipped the hoodie under the blanket, stifling a laugh as it was quickly snatched inside like a distrusting animal taking food from a trap. Watching the Daya shaped lump under the blanket wriggle around to get the hoodie on and not leave her safe place was entertaining. Bosco also slipped her phone under, dimming the screen so it wouldn’t strain her eyes.

Their phone buzzed beside them with a text:

Daya💛: thank you <3

“You’re welcome.”

Daya💛: please text, i can’t deal with noise right now

Bosco: okay, what do you need babe?

Daya💛: can you pass me one of the chocolate milks in my drawer, my sugars low

Bosco: delivery time for betty!

Daya let out a slight giggle at that, Bosco let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, relieved she was feeling okay enough to laugh.

They stayed by her side, letting Daya decompress in silence, slipping her some snacks whenever she asked. Daya felt herself calming down, craving Bosco’s arms around her more than ever.

Daya💛: come under the blanket

Bosco slowly lifted the blanket, feeling the taller girl reach for her the second she got close to pull her under, wrapping her arms around their waist and leaning her head on their chest. Bosco wrapped their arms around Daya, smiling to themself as she curled further into them.

After a few minutes, Daya prodded Bosco’s hand, dragging it up to the top of her head with a pleading look in her eyes that could melt anyone. They slowly ran their fingers through her hair, feeling Daya let out a content sigh and letting her eyes flutter shut. She let out a pleased hum as they continued, the corners of her lips flicking up ever so slightly when Bosco pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Are you feeling better now?”

Daya blinked at Bosco, pondering the question before giving a shrug in response. She’d spent the better part of an hour with them and it had helped but that didn’t entirely lift the heavy weight that made itself at home in her chest. Something still clenched at her no matter how safe and comfortable she knew she was with them.

“I have an idea, you gotta let me go, though.”

Daya huffed at that, but let Bosco slip out of her arms with a pout. They couldn’t help but pull her into a gentle kiss at that, her face too cute to leave alone.

“I swear to god if you tell anyone about this-” They muttered, watching Daya prop herself up against the bed to get a better view of whatever was about to unfold, starting to smile as Bosco shook their head and wondered if this would even work.

They put their arms close to their body, mimicking a t-rex before starting.

“Rawr! I’m a dinosaur! Rawr!” Bosco got more into character the longer she went on, hunching over to add to the realism, waving her arms as Daya started to grin.

That look was worth the embarrassment, seeing her eyes crinkle with how hard she was grinning, knowing that the loving look in her eyes was reserved only for them.

“Raaawwwrrr!! I have feathers so really I should be squawking. Rawr? Caw?” That part made Daya giggle, once she started it was too hard to stop. She watched Bosco stomp around in a game of pretend and only started to laugh hard when they kept going, crouching to the ground to let out a roar before continuing to walk back and forth like a creature.

Bosco couldn’t help but smile as her laugh grew louder, developing into a full-blown cackle, her eyes starting to tear up from how hard she was laughing. They walked closer to her, still hunched over and in character before whispering something in the blonde’s ear.

“Rawr.”

Daya launched forward all of a sudden, catching the raven-haired girl off guard, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close once again.

“Are you the asteroid?” Daya nodded, flipping Bosco over to lay herself directly on top of them, peppering their face with kisses as they wheezed out a laugh.

“I don’t think this is how the dinosaurs went extinct, Betty Bear.” They teased, poking her cheek as Daya scrunched up her face.

“It’s how the Boscosaur went extinct.” Her voice was quiet from the lack of use, but Daya giggled as she spoke, returning to kissing every inch of Bosco’s face as she

“The Boscosaur? I’ll take it.” They grinned at the nickname, watching Daya’s face change into one of pure loving adoration as she looked at them. Bosco felt the heat rising to her face as they stayed in that position, Daya hovering barely an inch away from her face, absolutely able to feel the way her heart was racing at the close contact.

“I love you, my Boscosaur.”

“I love you too, Dayasaur.”

Daya let out another giggle at that, pressing a kiss to Bosco’s lips before leaning her head back down onto their chest and pulling the blanket back over them. Bosco let her eyes flutter shut, tired out from the charades and letting the euphoria of being so close to someone she loved wash over her, glad she could help her feel better. Stroking Daya’s hair, she heard the blonde’s breathing even out and let herself fall asleep too.

God, she loved that girl.

[petitmonde]

A simple suggestion

Daya dropped into the couch and sighed. Today had been a long day, and in no short part was Jasmine part of the problem. She was tired and emotionally exhausted, two things that weren't conducive to visiting a friend, but she had promised Bosco to help her move some furniture from storage.

"Someone is full of energy today" Bosco popped into the room, handing Daya one of the coffee cups that they held.

"Come off it, it's been a long day"

"I know that you're going to tell me what happened eventually, so let's skip the theatrics and get right to it. What did she do this time?" Bosco knew her too well and didn't have the patience to dance around the topic.

"She just never stops talking. It just goes on and on with no end" Daya huffs, taking a sip of coffee, "I don't know how long I can continue working with her when she's like this."

"Have you tried fucking her?" Bosco suggests with an amused tone. Daya almost chokes on her drink and squints her eyes at them.

"Do what now?"

Gotcha. Bosco looked innocently into Daya's eyes, meeting her sceptical gaze. Teasing the giant was a great opportunity that shouldn't be wasted.

"She's quite tolerable when she's pinned down"

"I am not fucking Jasmine, could you imagine how much louder she would be?"

"She has quite the talented tongue when she isn't using it to speak"

Daya couldn't belive what she was hearing. What in the actual hell was going on on this day?

"Bosco what the fuck"

"Rough her up a little and she'll do anything you say"

"Why do you even know thi-" realisation hit Daya. That damn minx was messing with her! "You fucked Jasmine?"

"Just a little bit"

"BOSCO!!"

"So are you ready to help me move? It's getting dark"

[moonshotsx]

lowkey thinking of making an au where there's a bosco x jasmine x daya love triangle

[phrynewrites]

wait not to sidetrack but what's going on with socialite au willow and kornbread 👀

I fully see them as like an on again off again couple, like they don’t really define it but they both know they’re each other’s number one, like they always come back to each other because they just have such a raw connection on top of a strong friendship. But they’re in the process of defining the relationship, both of them dragging their feet a bit, not knowing what exactly the other is looking for.

[alittlebitgoofy]

I’d luv to see a Daya x Bosco sickfic (or honestly any pairing sickfic) if ur feeling up to it! I’m sick as well right now and am craving the comfort. Also hope you feel better soon! x

by the time i finished it, i'm pretty much better (though this cough is a fuckin pain) but thanks anon :)) (I decided to just post it in answer to this ask bc it's easier) ---

Bosco groaned, feeling the ache in her bones as someone kept knocking at her door. Who the hell needed them this badly? They tried to ignore it, rolling over to go back to sleep as it continued. She seriously considered throwing something at the door before begrudgingly getting up to open it when the knocking got softer.

The anger simmering inside of her settled down when she saw Daya in front of her. The blonde looked at her somewhat concerned, reaching to grab her hand without a word. 

“What?” They grumbled though they couldn’t stop a small smile from tugging at their lips when Daya squeezed their hand, a wordless way of showing her affection. 

“You weren’t in class today, I missed you.” Another squeeze, the concern in the blonde’s voice left Bosco feeling guilty, cursing herself for ignoring her alarm in favour of more sleep that morning. 

“Shit.” Checking the time made them realise how fucked they truly were. It was now 2 pm and they’d missed all their classes for the day bar one in an hour. God damn it they were screwed. 

“You look more pale than usual, are you alright?” Bosco grimaced as Daya started prodding around her face. She placed her hand on their forehead and frowned at the result, Bosco’s stomach churned as she looked at them with pleading eyes and a slight frown. She knew what she was doing but seeing Daya so concerned did weaken their resolve a bit.

“Stop looking at me like that, I’m fine.” They shifted their eyes to the floor to avoid Daya’s stare, though her hand went to grab one of Bosco’s and squeeze it again, gently rubbing her thumb over the back of it. 

“You have a fever, you’re not fine.” Though she didn’t particularly want to look up, Bosco could hear the insistence in her voice and knew this was a losing battle. Despite that she still didn’t want to admit weakness, she’d be fine and could just power through it. “No I don’t, I was just tired.” “Bosco!” Daya’s voice got a little louder, watching the black-haired girl wince at the change in volume, she would have felt bad had that not proved her point even more. “Daya.” They deadpanned, though letting Daya pull them in for a hug, melting into the warmth of their girlfriend with a low hum of pleasure. “Would you at least let me take your temperature?” She softened her tone, stroking Bosco’s hair as they leaned into her shoulder. “If it’ll get you off my back, then yes.” They just sighed, letting Daya tug them back into their room and watching her root around their drawer for the thermometer.

“If I had to guess I think you’ve got a fever of like 100.3 or something.” “That’s oddly specific but okay if you say so.”

Bosco slouched as she sat back down on her bed, letting Daya lead her to get her to stop fussing so much. Daya kissed her forehead as she motioned for them to open their mouth so she could stick the thermometer in, letting out a slight groan as it let out a shrill beep to signal it was done. Daya looked at it, her expression shifting from gentle concern to a mildly annoyed frown.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn.” She spoke up, showing the screen to Bosco that read 100.3 exactly. Why did she have to be right this time? “Because it’s fun.” She deadpanned, though Daya’s unamused look pierced through her, making her stomach churn with guilt. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, I don’t know how I put up with you.” “Cause you love me.” Bosco poked Daya’s cheek with a bashful grin as the taller girl shot her a loving look. Daya hummed in agreement, pulling Bosco back into her arms and peppering kisses over their faces. They squirmed slightly, grumbling about the sheer amount of affection before Daya pulled them to lie down and pulled the duvet up over them. “Have you eaten?” “Babe, I just woke up.” “Okay, I’m going to go get you some food and some medicine, just rest until I get back.

“I don’t think I’m going to be going anywhere.” Bosco rolled over, their words muffled by their face pressed into their pillow in a way that made Daya chuckle. 

Daya grabbed the keys from Bosco’s cabinet, kissing the top of her head before leaving for the cafeteria and leaving Bosco alone with her thoughts. 

Her mind ran, wondering how Daya had managed to exactly guess her temperature or how she’d completely flipped into caretaker mode when she realised they were sick. It was cute, how concerned she looked. Though if they commented on it, she would bashfully smile in that intoxicating way that always melted through Bosco. 

Thinking about her was helping, they pulled the dinosaur she’d given them a while ago into their arms and let their eyes fall shut with their thoughts full of her stupidly cute face. 

God damn it, they were in deep. 

Bosco could feel her brain turning to mush, melting into her bed by the second and never wanting to leave the warmth of it, though the door creaked back open just as she was about to doze off. She let out a tired grunt, getting a laugh out of Daya in the process. “Did I wake you up?” The blonde teased, gently prodding her girlfriend and getting another groan in response. “No, I was just falling asleep.” 

“Well, I got you a Dr Pepper.”

“You’re the best, you know that?” Bosco perked up, pushing herself to be sitting up and making grabby hands at the bottle. Daya couldn’t help but chuckle seeing this side of her, giving Bosco the drink and passing over a takeout container full of pasta. “I do now, I thought you’d want this too.” 

Bosco’s face said all she needed to, turning to face Daya with a content smile. Her blue eyes shimmered with adoration, grabbing Daya’s hand with her own and squeezing it to say what she didn’t have the energy to.

“I love you too, now have something to eat.” Daya watched over Bosco as they slowly made their way through the pasta, making sure she took some painkillers and ate enough before letting them fall back asleep. 

“Mmm, I can’t sleep without you. It’s too cold.” Bosco grabbed at the taller girl, letting out a quiet whine when she was out of reach and leaving her hands out until Daya came closer. “Okay then, anything for you baby.” Daya leant down, a small smile tugging at her lips as Bosco nestled up against her and pulled her under the sheets and into their bed with them. A sick Bosco wasn’t exactly easy to handle though Daya felt a pull inside of her to take care of them, watching over every little movement they made and making sure Bosco would feel better quickly.

And by the way she was constantly begging to be held, she wasn’t going to be moving for a while.

[dayabot]

detective daya x serial killer bosco covered in blood. and gay sex. gay sex covered in blood. also they are gay and covered in blood. they are having sex. did i mention they w- (i am shot on sight)

that"s what it's all about baby. having gay sex with your serial killer girlfriend while you're both covered in the blood of whoever she decided to kill that day <3 Love Is Love

[stylesuperstar]

hi dayasco friend i am here to demand your dayasco thoughts and concepts today

HI ASH IM FINALLY HERE TO ANSWER. ITS DAYASCO TIMEEEEEEEEEE

- dayasco are pda maniacs. THEY DONT GIVE A FUCK WHERE THEY ARE!! they’ll make out at a funeral (not really but you get the idea)

- they have movie nights where they switch who picks the movie. it always ends up being a horror movie or mamma mia tho

- they always get dessert when they’re out to eat or order in

- they always go to concerts/shows together, even when one doesn’t know what it is

+ fun aus or drabble ideas

- dayasco at universals halloween horror nights - emo bosco x scene daya (my personal fav tbh but i’m biased because i was a kid with an emo and scene phase) - meet at a renaissance faire (bosco is dressed as a wench)

i love them SO MUCH

[missjanjie]

daya helping bosco pick out lingerie

bosco being a savage x fenty ambassador is basically dayas wet dream

[ceaserslies]

ok so instead of camping out in @missjanjie 's ask box I'm going to create a new jayasco au!

here is: lawyer bosco x guidance counselor jasmine x medical resident daya

and they are all desperately trying to find a way to propose to each other. they don't get engaged until attempt 10

aka engagement au

[artificialqueens]

💙 Moving Out (Dayasco) - Strawberry

Summary: Daya moves out for college, and Bosco is coming with her.

A/N: Another submission for the Pride challenge! I think this is considered domestic fluff? Lol but this is a part of a series I have on AO3, I haven't brought it to AQ bc it's fucking long but if you want context, here's the series! 

How did two high school students manage to have so much junk? That was what Daya was currently asking herself. 

Her and Bosco had arrived at Daya's aunt’s house, their new home for the next year or so. Her aunt had already cleaned out the spare bedroom for them to move into, and Daya was questioning whether or not all of their stuff was going to fit in the space provided.

“How do we have so much shit?” Daya asked as they brought the first couple of suitcases up to the bedroom. 

Bosco shrugged, “I don’t know. I only have two suitcases while you have like, six. Maybe you just have hoarding tendencies.” 

While her partner was mostly correct, she was not happy with the callout. “I didn’t bring that much. Just the college existentials!”

“I’m sure you’re going to get a lot of use out of those shoes that make you seven feet tall.”

Daya gasped, “Excuse me, Gigi got me those for my birthday! I can’t leave them at my childhood home forever.”

 “Whatever. Let’s finish bringing our stuff in. We can go to the Taco Bell we passed on the way here for lunch if we finish at a decent time.” 

That motivated Daya enough to the point where she attempted and failed to bring up three suitcases at once. Bosco had to take one of them from Daya’s grip in order to get it into the house and up the stairs. 

There was only one dresser in their bedroom, and they tried to figure out if they could make it work without having to go out and buy something. Daya figured that if she hung up all of her clothes in the closet and Bosco put theirs in the dresser, they wouldn’t have to go through all of the effort of bringing another piece of furniture into the room.

It worked out. Kind of. Bosco didn’t have a ton of clothes, so they knew that everything would fit right into the dresser while Daya had only unpacked half of the clothes she had brought with her to Chicago before the closet was completely full.

“Bosco?” Daya sighed, looking down at her partner who was sitting on the floor, folding her leggings. 

They didn’t bother to look up, “Yes, princess?”

“We might have to go to Target after all. I ran out of room.” Daya was trying to avoid a trip to Target. While she loved the store, she always ended up walking around the entire store and buying things that she did not need. 

“I was secretly hoping you would say that. I promise I won’t let you spend $200 on shit we don’t need.” The only things they needed was another dresser and a new bed set. The only reason Daya didn’t bring the one on her childhood bed was because she ran out of room packing up her car and figured that her aunt would already have something on the bed. She did, but the pattern was hideous and Bosco told her they wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping under a comforter like the one provided. 

“You’re always looking out for me. That’s why I wanted you to come with me.” Bosco didn’t know that Daya had been brewing up the plan for them to move out with her since the month they got together, and she didn’t know if she should tell them that.

Daya got onto the floor with Bosco and helped them finish folding up their clothes. She didn’t see the point of folding them if they were just going to end up wearing the clothes anyway, but that’s how Bosco liked her clothes and Daya wasn’t going to try to change that fact. 

“What does this shirt say? I’m hot and a grandma too?” Daya asked, holding one of Bosco’s pajama shirts for them to see, “Where in the hell did you get this?”

The black haired girl grinned at the sight of the cropped, black shirt. “I found it at the thrift store when I was like sixteen. I’m never getting rid of it, so don’t even ask.”

“I wasn’t going to ask you to get rid of it, I was going to ask if I could wear it. I let you wear my Fall Out Boy shirt all the time, it’s only fair.”

“Maybe. I call dibs on wearing it tonight, though.” Bosco smirked. “And the night after.”

Daya pouted at that. “Not fair!”

“It’s not fair for me to wear my own shirt?” 

After they finished bickering and folding and putting Bosco’s clothes into the dresser, they headed to Target. Bosco practically had to drag Daya away from the dollar spot and to the section of the store they actually needed to go to.

They settled on a dark blue bed set and Daya had a hard time picking out what dresser they had on the shelves she wanted to get. In the end, she decided to settle on a taller, skinnier one that she hoped matched the rest of the furniture in the bedroom.

“Daya, why are we walking towards the clothing section?” Bosco asked, catching onto their girlfriend taking the long way back to the self checkout. 

The brunette gripped the shopping cart tighter. “We’re not walking towards the clothing section.”

“Then why are we passing the maternity section right now?” 

The taller girl didn’t say a word. She continued towards the women’s section — she really didn’t need any more clothes but she saw a TikTok of a cute band tee in the Wild Fable section and couldn’t help herself. Bosco ended up giving in, liking the shirts as well, but they made sure to stop Daya before she had added a whole new fall wardrobe into their shopping cart. 

“See? We only spent $150!” Daya squealed as they finished ringing up all of their stuff, “And that’s with the clothes.” 

“You’re a budgeting genius, babe.”

The Taco Bell on the drive back was calling the taller girl’s name. The line was pretty long, but she knew for a fact that they had brought back their famous Nacho Fries that week, and didn’t mind waiting. Bosco didn’t mind the wait either, as long as they were able to control what music played in the car while they waited to order.

 “Moving in wasn’t so bad this time around.” Bosco commented, stealing a Nacho fry from Daya. “Moving from Montana to Missouri was a fucking nightmare. But we only had one car full of shit to bring with us this time, so that’s probably why it’s less stressful.” 

Daya supposed Bosco was right, “The only thing I’m dreading is building that fucking dresser. I wish Crystal was here to build it for me. It’s going to take me like a week to put together.”

“Come on, the Target furniture is easier to build. It’ll take us like, two hours if you don’t get distracted.” 

After getting home and opening the box, they ended up getting very distracted. At least Daya had another week until college started up to finish putting it together.

[milfcastillo]

what all drag queens do you stan?

daya betty, lux, gigi goode, willow pill, bosco, shea, violet, mik, monet x change, bob, symone, rubber child, lady camden, miz cracker, and kora kay

[urmomsfavelesbian]

if you wrote a daya x bosco x gigi threesome i would literally owe you my entire life

tell jess @polychromeedge and ashie @dayabot to stop breaking my brain and then maybe i will! 🥴

here’s a quote from the hypothetical sequel: “come on, Boscy, have some mercy! You’re choking all her braincells away.”