hey bat! i know you probably have a lot of requests now, so feel free to ignore this if you like, but i was wondering if you could write something cute with bad and a gender neutral (or fem) reader, in whichever context you like.
i just found myself going through a bbh arc and who better to ask to write something than you, cause you write really well!
- <3 anon
Y'know, I haven't written soft morning stuff with BBH I don't think, so I'm absolutely taking this opportunity. >:3 Enjoy~!
You weren't sure what possessed you to wake up so early that morning. It certainly wasn't the demon purring contently behind you, still dead to the world. Maybe the changing of the seasons? Regardless, it had you a little grumpy.
You knew the cure of course; food and caffeine, your absolute life sources. It was getting to them that was going to be the hassle. Bad was wrapped around you in almost all ways imaginable. His arms were secure around your waist, he had one leg tangled up with your own, and the closest let to him was wrapped up in his pointed tail.
This, truly, was your greatest dilemma. You didn't want to wake your demonic partner, no. Bad was far to cute asleep and had been under so much stress lately with the Egg coming into the picture and how that messed with him. But for the love of muffins, you needed up and out of bed!
You were gentle in your movements, first dislodging your leg from his. No fuss so far. Next came slipping out from his arms. A little stirring, but overall no cause for concern. Lastly was his tail, your own true enemy.
This thing had a mind of it's own sometimes and the both of you would swear by it. Pulling you closer after arguments, wrapping around you in near glee when the two of you saw each other at the end of long, stressful days. Not to mention how ticklish it made Bad.
You kept your touch firm, but slow as you slid the appendage off your leg. Bad huffed, making a face in his sleep, but otherwise didn't seem to wake. Success! You were free!
As quietly as you could, you made for the door, slipping out before you could be noticed. You started in on tea (for him), coffee (for yourself), and morning muffins right away as apologies to your big, moody partner. Sure enough, at the ding of the oven, Bad comes wandering out of the bedroom.
He had a rather prominent pout on his lips as he curls around you again, almost as if you'd never left the bed. "G'morning sleepy," you chuckle, looking up to try meeting his gaze. White eyes squint down at you in distaste.
"You didn't wake me up," Bad grumbles, tail flicking in irritation. "You even made muffins without me! How could you Y/N?!"
"I just...needed to get up..." you explained, guilt flooding your chest. You hadn't realized it would've been that important of a thing to Bad. "And you've been so busy and stressed and I was gonna make these to say sorry."
Immediately the demon's mood shifted, realizing how genuinely grumpy he'd sounded. "No, no, no, wait, I was just messing around!" He covered, turning you to face him. He took your face in his own, his own freeborn tail coming to wrap around your leg once more. "Thank you my sweet muffin, really. You didn't have to."
You stand on your tip toes to touch your forehead with Bad's, realizing the miscommunication. "I wanted to. For you."
congrats on da milestone!! can I get an uhhhh 17 fluff with bad 😁
“I love everything about you!” || Bad
Writing Event
Quackity decided to host another couple therapy episode after the first one was a big hit. This time, it was you and Bad against Dream and George. Skeppy wasn't invited, for obvious reasons.
Quackity giggled to himself, reading the prompt in his head. You and Bad sat next to each other on the hard wooden benches while Dream and George were already argueing.
“Okay, okay settle down. First question,” Quackity said as his tone was higher pitched than usual. He was so giddy over this, he thought it was a genius idea.
“What's your LEAST favorite quality about your partner.” Quackity said as he faced Dream and George.
Dream instantly opened his mouth, ranting about every single little thing George have ever done. George was shouting above Dream, trying to mute out the embarrassing stories he was telling.
You and Bad on the otherhand were completely calm. Thinking to yourself, you couldn't come up with anything on the fly. Maybe he was too clingy? But you didn't mind in all honestly. Maybe he was too uptight? But you also didn't mind, already used to his behavior.
“What are you gonna say?” You asked him, hoping to find a way to one-up him when it was your turn to argue.
“I really don't know,” He said as he made thinking noises. “I love everything about you!”
You smiled and laughed at him a bit, he was too sweet to say anything. “Same to you,”
You had been in the middle of a movie night at your boyfriend's apartment when the power suddenly cut. Power outages were common in your city, but that knowledge still didn’t help reassure the shout of fear currently echoing through the room.
“It’s ok, I’m here” you soothe, reaching for Baekhyun’s hand in the darkness. Your own heart thumping rapidly from the shock caused by your boyfriend’s sudden cry.
When he had first told you about his fear of the dark you had teased him. Can a grown man really be afraid of the dark? It was totally unheard of. Most people didn’t like navigating through the darkness so you hadn’t thought much of it.
Pangs of guilt stab at your chest as you feel your boyfriend momentarily flinch under your touch. His senses heightened in panic before his hand relaxes and fingers entwine with your own.
A shaky breath escapes his lips as you rub soothing circles inside his palm with your thumb.
Your own eyes slowly adjust and you realise you can see far enough to reach for your phone, turning on its built-in torch, placing it face down on the coffee table returning a small glow of light to the room.
“Are you ok babe?” you keep your voice soft, as you look over Baekhyun's features in the soft light.
He nods his head, squeezing your hand. “I’m sorry, it was just...so sudden,” he whispers. His gaze won’t meet your own and you notice a light sheen of sweat above his brow.
“I didn’t mean to scare you...” he whispers. Your heart aches to hear the sad tone in his voice.
“Baek…” you wrap your arms around his wide shoulders, pulling him close to you as you swing your legs over his knee and sit in his lap.
“You didn’t scare me, I was worried about you” you mumble as you press a soft kiss against his forehead.
He holds you tightly against his chest as you sit in silence. Your chin nestled in his light fluffy hair, his cheek warm and soft against the base of your throat as he breathes softly; blowing warm air against your skin.
The comforting scent of macadamia oil from his shampoo filling your nose as you close your eyes and listen to the rhythm of his breath.
After what seems like a few minutes. Baekhyun pulls himself apart from you enough to capture your lips with his own.
The tips of his finger brush a few loose strands of hair from your messy ponytail and tuck them softly behind your ear. Leaving the left side of your face tingling from the soothing contact as he gazes softly back at you.
His almond eyes are hued with specs of honey.
“I love you,” he whispers. The corner of his lips curling upwards in a beautiful smile.
No sooner do the words leave Baekhyun’s mouth, the lights come back on in the apartment. You both squint in pain under the unfamiliar sharp lighting.
You groan and hide your face in the softness of Baekhyun's neck. “It burns!...” you hiss. Nuzzling into the familiar scent of his aftershave while closing your eyes.
His shoulders start to shake and his loud melodic laughter fills the room. You feel his hands pry you away from his chest, holding you at arm’s length.
“My love burns?!” he cries dramatically, gasping with wide eyes. Making you snort, and yet feeling a sense of relief as your beautiful, dumb boyfriend returns to the antics that made you fall in love with him.
You reach up and squish his cheeks between the palms of your hands, forming his lips into a fish pout.
“So brightly that it lights up the room” you giggle, enjoying the silly look you’ve created on his face.
“Yuf knew wur” he mumbles incoherently, you let go of his face realising you can’t make out a word he’s saying. Which normally isn’t the worst thing.
“Sorry” you tease.
“I said!” he huffs, blowing a piece of loose bang out of his face, “that the dark isn’t so bad when I have you…”.
“I love you too” you grin, pressing your lips to his and forgetting about the movie night altogether.
