prompt: “dont get up– i’ll do it.” or reader gets home late and just wants to go to bed.
a/n: first time writing for leon!!! also i think leon’s love language is acts of service and quality time (just for a little bit of context lol) this is an incredibly self indulgent and super short piece
“leon! i’m home!” you call into your shared apartment as you enter the front door. you lock the door behind you and start heading towards your bedroom, dropping your bag off on the kitchen counter.
“hi love,” leon says softly with a gentle smile, “you look exhausted.”
“i am,” you admit with a small giggle.
you quickly get ready to go to bed; taking a quick shower, changing into pjs, brushing your teeth, and your skincare routine (of course!!). you finally walk back into the bedroom and get cozy in bed, cuddling with your bf.
all of a sudden, you let out a defeated groan, “i forgot to turn the fan onnn.”
as you go to rip the covers off of you, leon stops you, “don’t get up– i’ll do it.” he gives you a small peck on the cheek and goes and quickly turns the fan on. you return the small peck onto his cheek and quietly thanking him before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Summary: You tutor Henry who’s struggling in potions, and you slowly realized how much you come to like him over that past few months of studying together.
Warnings: FLUFF, mention of head wounds, mentions of stitches, very small mention of verbal abuse? sorta?,
A/N: I love Harry Potter and imagining a young Gryffindor Henry had my heart skipping a beat. Henrys family is in this but I changed names and kind of just made the characters up. I felt weird putting their real names in it. Anyways! I wrote this at 3:30am last night, because my tiktok feed is full of Harry Potter. And it’s roughly edited. Thanks again to @hellcaster901 for proofing everything I write! 😊Happy reading!
I looked down at my books as, yet another girl flirted with Henry. A sweet Ravenclaw, she sat next to me in Defense Against the Dark Arts last year. I couldn’t blame her, or the other girls. Really, I was in the same boat as them. No one knew it. I tried focusing on the study guide I was helping Henry with. It was helping me too; tutoring Henry in Potions was helping me improve as much as him. That’s how we met this year. Henry wasn’t doing too well in class, he needed good grades to play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and Snape had me tutor him. He kept his grades up and he stayed on the Quidditch team.
“Sydney, I really need to get back to potions, especially when I have the best in our year to help me.” I looked up at them and smiled. Hoping she’d stop taking up my precious time with Henry. He’d be leaving early to practice today too. A big Gryffindor vs Slytherin game tomorrow.
“Of course, I need to study too. Nice to see you both.” She walked off and Henry leaned forward.
“Sorry Y/N.” He smiled at me and mine got bigger.
“It’s okay. You’re doing really well anyways.” He was. He had improved so much over the past few months. He said this is the best he’s done in all five years we’d been here. We only were together during study hall and said hello in the hallways, but somehow, he had me wrapped around his finger. One day last month though, he had yelled a group of girls who were bullying me for being muggle-born. He got them to leave and helped me out of the snow, where they had shoved me. I would always love him for that.
“Am I? I’m really anxious about the exam.” He looked down at the ingredient list he was trying to memorize.
“Yes, you’re going to pass, Henry.” I smiled and heard the doors to the Great Hall open and looked to see a small group of Gryffindors in quidditch gear come toward us. “Looks like my time’s up with you anyway.” I started closing my books.
“Cavill, stop talking to the enemy, time for practice.” Wood called. I looked down at the Slytherin patch sewn on my robes. Wood winked at me. He was only teasing. He better be, I helped him with his last potions exam. Henry started packing up. He was the star Chaser this year, plus one of his brothers’ is a Beater. He was really good. Another reason he was so well liked.
“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll see you around.”
“Bye Henry! Have fun.” He grinned at me one more time and ran off with his team. I looked down at my books and sighed.
~~~
“Y/N! I jumped when a pair of hands squeezed my shoulders. I turned to see Henry, already in his jersey, almost glowing with excitement.
“Henry, you scared me.” I smiled up at him from my seat in the Great Hall.
“You’re coming today right?” Sophia, my roommate and best friend, gave me a look. Henry had never asked me about coming to games, I was just as surprised as her.
“Of course!” It was a Slytherin game, so technically I was going to support my house. Who was I kidding? My eyes would be on Henry the whole time. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good, I’m glad you’ll be there, even if you have to watch your team loose.” I scoffed, smirking at him.
“Don’t get too cocky, Cavill. Slytherin’s only one loss behind you.” He shrugged and his smiled hadn’t left his face.
“I’ll let you get back to breakfast. Bye, Y/N.”
“See you out there, Henry.”
“Well that was cute.” Sophia stared at me. My cheeks were burning. “Was he flirting with you?”
“No, I’m just his tutor that’s all.” I looked back down at my plate.
“Oh my god, you were flirting back too.” She hit my shoulder. “You have a crush on Gryffindor’s chaser.”
“Shut up, Sophia!” I hit her back. “Hurry up and eat, I want good seats.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do.”
The cold bit my cheeks as I sat down. My friend Zoe, a Hufflepuff, had gotten us some front row spots. I could see the field below and the hoops towered up on either ends of it. I stuffed my gloved hands in my armpits hoping they’d warm up a little. “Thanks, Zoe.” Sophia sat next to me.
“Of course!” She smiled at us and rubbed her hands together.
“Let’s start already. It’s cold.” Sophia pulled her scarf tighter. I laughed at her, but I couldn’t feel my nose. It was cloudy and looked like it might snow today. Hopefully not during the game. Soon the announcer started calling out the teams. They zoomed around the field. I smiled as I saw Henry fly past us, the wind blowing my hair back. Zoe clapped her hands as the game started. Rivalry games were always the best. The teams always played just a little bit better. Henry was making too many points to count, but the Slytherin beaters weren’t making it easy. They were bigger seventh years, sending almost every Bludger his way. I winced as one went flying past Henry’s legs, dangling from the broom.
“Damn, this is the best we’ve played all year.” Sophia watched as one of our chasers scored.
“I know! Those bludgers are laying it on thick, though.” Zoe’s eyes followed the quaffle. Henry caught it once again and flew toward the hoops at full speed. I leaned forward watching him speed toward the keeper without fear. Suddenly one of the Slytherin beaters smacked a bludger directly to Henry. It hit the side of his head hard and he fell off his broom, going limp completely. I gasped, shooting out of my seat. He picked up speed as he got closer to the grass, but something invisible caught him just before hitting the dirt. Madam Hooch had casted a spell, she set him down gently and he lay unconscious.
I ran into the into the infirmary, seeing the entire Gryffindor quidditch team surrounding one bed, Madam Pomfrey scurrying around them. I took a deep breath and walked forward. My shoes were loud in the mostly empty room. Some of the team turned to me. They did a double take when they saw my green and silver scarf.
“What’s a Slytherin girl doing here?” One of them said.
“Come to rub it in?” Slytherin’s seeker had caught the snitch soon after Henry was taken here.
“Boy’s let her through,” Oliver Wood made a gap for me. “She’s his friend too.” I smiled at Oliver until he stepped back. Henry lay in bed, a large bandage over the right side of his head. He was awake though. Blue eyes open and looking right at me.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” An older boy stood on the other side of the bed, he resembled Henry, this must be his brother. I stepped closer to the side of the bed.
“I just-um. I was worried. Are you okay?”
“He’s fine, just needs rest.” Madam Pomfrey called.
“I got a few stitches, that’s all.” Henry smiled at me. “Thank you.”
“Good I’m glad.” I sighed in relief. He was awake and talking. “I thought I told you not to get cocky though.” He rolled his eyes.
“How about you tell your beaters to lay off.” He chuckled.
“Trust me, Madam Pomfrey did just that.”
“Ian, can you go get the rest of our brothers?”
“Yeah, Henry, of course.” Ian was his name. He squeezed Henry’s arm and ran off.
“We should give the guy some space guys.” Wood ushered the team away and I followed, but Henry grabbed my wrist.
“Do you want to stay, until my brothers get her at least.” My heart fluttered.
“Of course, Henry.”
~~~
I walked around Honeydukes with Sophia, our usual stop while visiting Hogsmeade. I had already picked and paid for my sweets, but she was taking longer to decide. I adjusted the grip of my bag and picked up a box of Cauldron Cakes. “What about Cauldron Cakes? You love those.”
“Yes, perfect. That’s it, I need to get out of here.” I waited by the door as she went to the register. I rocked on my feet and debated on pulling out my Licorice Wands out now. I heard the doorbell tinkle and saw Henry step in.
“Y/N, hi!” He smiled. It had been a week or two since the game and Henry’s head only needed a small bandage now.
“Hey,” I smiled back at him. “How are you?” The last time I saw him was a few days ago after he had come running to show me, he passed his potions exam.
“Good, how are you?” He leaned on the wall next to me.
“Great now that I got my candy.” He chuckled as I held up my bag.
“That’s always important.” He looked at me. “I realized that we never hang out outside of studying. Would you want to come to the Three Broomsticks with me?” He shrugged.
“Yes, I’d love to. I just need to tell my friend.” I turned to see Sophia walking over to us and tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.
“Hey Y/N, and Henry, right?” He held out his hand to Sophia as she stood next to me.
“Yes, it’s nice to meet you.”
“I’m Sophia.” He smiled at her.
“Sophia do you mind if I go with Henry for a little while?” I looked over to her and her eyebrows raised.
“Of course not. I’ll go find Zoe.” She squeezed my arm. “See you guys.” She walked out.
“Shall we?” We walked to the Inn, our arms brushing every now and then. When we got inside, Henry got us Butterbeers and I pick a table for us. I sat down and it didn’t take Henry long to come over her with two drinks. I instantly took a drink when he set them down. I smiled at the taste.
“So is your whole family Slytherin?” He asked.
“No, muggles actually.” I sighed. I wondered for a second what if I had been sorted into Gryffindor that night. I remembered Henry’s brothers making the loudest cheers as their brother was sorted into their house. There were no cheers for me as I was sorted into the house whose table was opposite Herny’s.
“Really?” His eyes widened. “What did they think, that first year?” I huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of my face.
“They were definitely surprised.” An image of my dad screaming at me, Hogwarts letter in his hand flashed in my head. “They didn’t really do much else to help, or with anything to do with magic.” He frowned.
“Your parents never helped? How did you get everything or find the train?”
“They’ve never really been supportive anyways, but we had this neighbor. I always thought she was cooky but turns out she had gone to school here. She recognized the seal when it came in that morning while she was checking her mail.” I chuckled at the frail woman. “She took me everywhere I needed to go and saw me off at the station.” Maureen had become the grandmother I never had. Both of my parents’ parents had passed away.
“I’m sorry your parents are so unaccepting, but this Maureen woman seems wonderful.” I smiled.
“All of your brothers are Gryffindors, right?” He nodded, letting me change the subject. “What about your parents?”
“Dad’s a Gryffindor, Mum’s a Ravenclaw.” I smiled. After I met Maureen and gotten my hands on her books, I did research on Hogwarts. I had thought I could be Ravenclaw. “My mum wanted Thomas to be a Ravenclaw so bad.” I laughed, I remembered that sorting as well, the same, just with Henry’s added cheers as his youngest brother came down to their table.
“Oh, poor thing, she’s the only Ravenclaw and woman in your house.”
“Do you have siblings?” I shook my head.
“No, I’ve always wanted a brother though.”
“You can have any of mine.” He chuckled and I felt warm seeing him like this.
A month later and I was helping Sophia pack her bag for Christmas holiday. I usually would be packing with her, but not this year. My first Christmas while going to Hogwarts at been spent at Maureen’s. I told my parents I couldn’t leave school, but just snuck into their own neighbor's house one day. Before I could have another Christmas with her, she passed away that school year. I spent that one alone at the school. The last too were spent with Sophia and her family. Her family was more fun than mine would ever be. This year they were going on a tropical vacation though. I couldn’t afford a ticket and they had the entire family to take. I didn’t mind. Hogwarts always had good Christmases. I smiled remembering how the hall looked my second year.
“I’ll send you my present with Bucky and just send mine back with him.” Sophia’s little barn owl was perched in his cage now.
“Perfect.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” I nodded.
“Of course. I’m good here.” She shook her head.
“Yeah, but alone on Christmas?” She shut her trunk.
“I’m going to be fine. I already have a plan.” She furrowed her brows. “On Christmas Day I’m going to read The Christmas Carol and stuff myself silly with food and cake.” Sophia laughed.
“That does sound like a good Christmas.” She hugged me. “I’ll miss you.” She let me go.
“I’ll miss you too.” Soon she was finished and went to go make sure her brothers were packing. I decided to go down to the common room to read by the fire for a little while. I grabbed my book, but before I could leave my room Sophia and my other roommate Joy came in.
“Hey, Y/N, that Gryffindor chaser’s upstairs looking for you.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” She shrugged and went to her bed. I dropped my book and went to find Henry. We I stepped out the door of the common room I saw Henry leaning on the opposite wall, looking really cute in a red sweater. “Henry? What’s up?”
“Sophia told me you’re staying here for Christmas?” He crossed his arms.
“Yes?” I furrowed my brows.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you’re coming home with me.” I froze, butterflies in my stomach. “I owe you for getting me through potions this year.”
“Henry, you don’t have to. Besides, I don’t want to intrude on your family-”
“The more the merrier. Actually, my mom would be cross if I didn’t invite you.” I rubbed my head.
“I’m not packed at all.”
“So, start packing now. You’re coming packed or not.”
“Henry-”
“Shush, go pack.” He turned me around and pushed me back to the door. I whispered the password and stepped inside. “I’ll talk to you more after dinner tonight.” Henry called.
“So, are you going?” I had packed my trunk and had only gotten the chance to tell Sophia when we met up at dinner.
“He doesn’t seem to be giving me much choice.” She shook my shoulder, and I snuck a glance at his back. He was sitting at the Gryffindor table with his brothers who I will be meeting offically soon.
“Make a move while you’re there.” Sophia nudged me.
“Me? Initiating something?”
“You’re going to have to eventually.” I sighed.
“I guess I’ll send you a letter if I do.” We finished eating and filed out with the rest of the students. Before I could turn towards the common room, I was pulled out of the river of students by Henry.
“Hey, are you packed?” He grinned at me. He pulled me down an emptier hallway, but I saw his brothers up a head. All four of them.
“Almost. Are you sure I should come? I don’t have-”
“You’re coming.” He cut me off and we reached his brothers. “I wanted to introduce you to some of my family before we leave.” I smiled up at them. “This is James, William, Ian, and Thomas.”
“I’m Y/N.” James, who I think is the oldest, smirked.
“You didn’t say she was a Slytherin.” He chuckled, and I swallowed. “I’m only joking. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He held his hand out and I shook it.
“You as well. All of you.” I fiddled with my fingers under my robes. “Thanks for letting me tag along.”
“Trust me, if we could take you and leave him, we would.” I giggled as Henry rolled his eyes at Ian this time.
“You’ve been helping Henry with Potions, right?” William spoke up.
“Yeah, I have.”
“Maybe you could help Thomas too.” The youngest of the five scratched the back of his neck.
“Shut up, Will.” He muttered.
“No, it’s okay!” I smiled. “I’m sure you can’t be worse than Henry was.” All four burst into laughter. Henry glared at me, but it slowly turned into a smile. I laughed with them and Henry joined eventually.
“Dad’s going to hear about that.” James nudged Henry.
“I like you already.” William patted my shoulder.
“Okay, let's get you back to the dungeons.” Henry was grinning as we fell into pace with each other.
“Your brothers seem great. Thanks for introducing us before.”
“I figured it wouldn’t be as overwhelming, but I didn’t expect you to betray me like that.” He bumped our shoulders.
“Oh, come on, you were not doing great a few months ago.” I bumped him back.
“Shut up.”
James helped me with my trunk after I said goodbye to Sophia. The train ride was quick as my nerves for meeting Henry’s parents worsened. Now without Sophia’s safety net and the moment looming over me I was anxious. James placed my trunk on a trolley, and I took the handles, my palms sweaty. Henry threw his on top of mine, taking the handle from me.
“My dad should be around here somewhere.” He looked around, just like his brothers ahead of us. I breathed in and out. “Don’t be nervous. They’re great.” He nudged me.
“Boys!” We turned to our right and saw a man who resembled Henry standing a few feet away. Henry’s face lit up and all five boys picked up the pace. I hung back a little, letting the boys have a moment with their father. “Where’s your plus one, Henry?” His father said as they hugged.
“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Cavill.” He took my hand in both of his own and squeezed.
“The pleasure’s all mine, dear.”
“Thank you so much for letting me stay with you.”
“The boy’s friends are always welcome.” I smiled. “Come on, let’s get home.” We took floo powder to get to the Cavill’s home. I had only done this once, but luckily Mr. Cavill sent us in pairs. I just had to hand on to Henry while he did all the work. I liked the feeling of his hand on my waist. We stepped out of his fireplace into a big living room, with a beautiful tree in the corner. The boys who were in front of us were hugging their mother and soon Henry stepped forward to do the same. She was beautiful and her hair curled like Henry’s.
“Hello dear, you must be, Y/N.” Mr. Cavill whooshed in behind me as Mrs. Cavill brought me into a hug.
“Yes, hello. It’s nice to meet you.” I told her.
“Let’s get your things into Henry’s room, okay?” She helped me take my trunk up and I smiled at Henry’s room. A few band posters and quidditch posters hung on the wall, and a picture of him with all his brothers sat on the desk.
“Thank you for letting me stay.” I said as we walked back down.
“I’m just excited to have another girl in the house.” She laughed. “I made supper, once everyone’s settled, we’ll eat.” I went back to the living room and sat down on the couch next to Henry.
“I’m staying in your room?” I asked Henry.
“Yeah, I’ll be in my brother’s room. Is that okay?”
“Sure, I just didn’t want to kick you out of your bed.”
“I’ll be fine.” He smiled at me. “I’m just glad you’re here.”
~~~
I woke up on Christmas morning and smiled. I opened my eyes and got up out of Henry’s bed. I could already hear voices upstairs, so I pulled a sweater over my tank top and stepped out. Staying with the Cavill’s had been a dream. They were the most welcoming people I had ever met. It was hard to feel out of place here. I walked down the hall and almost ran into Henry as he stepped out, yawning.
“Happy Christmas, Henry.” He smiled down at me and pulled me into a hug. I was surprised at first but accepted it immediately. I smiled in his shoulder.
“Happy Christmas, Y/N.” He pulled away and we walked down the stairs to find the rest of the family talking around the tree. There was a spot open on the couch and Henry let me have it. I sat crisscross and Henry sat on the floor below me, his hair brushing my legs.
“Happy Christmas you too.” Mrs. Cavill kissed her son’s head and patted my cheek. The boys all wished me a happy Christmas as well and then Mrs. Cavill started handing out gifts. I had put Sophia’s gift under the tree when it arrived, and that’s what she handed me first. I opened it and inside was a journal with a set of quills and ink. I smiled at the nice leather the paper was bound in.
“What did you get Y/N?” I handed him the journal.
“It like to record experiments I do with potions. I needed a new journal for it.” I explained.
“Nerd,” I hit his shoulder. “Kidding, this is really nice.” He handed it back. I didn’t think I’d be getting anything more, but Mrs. Cavill came around with another gift for me.
“That’s from all of us.” She smiled.
“Oh, you didn’t have to.” I felt my heart swell.
“Just open it, dear.” She waved her hand. I opened it and there was a brand-new green and silver scarf inside. “Are the colors okay? I’m so used to red and gold.”
“I love it, thank you so much.” My cheeks hurt from smiling by the time presents were over. I was content with my scarf and journal, but Henry stopped me from following his mother into the kitchen. It was only us too in the room now.
“Y/N, I got you something.” Henry grabbed a present missed by Mrs. Cavill. He sat next to me on the couch and I turned to face him.
“Oh, Henry,” I chewed on my nail. “I didn’t get you anything. I didn’t' have time to-”
“It’s okay. Just open mine.” He held out the box and I took it. “Careful, it’s fragile.” I scrunched my brows and began unwrapping it.
“Henry, oh my god.” I lifted the set of glass jars out of the box. They were twist off lids and had the names of different potion ingredients painted on the sides.
“You always said you never felt organized.” Henry’s cheeks were a little pink.
“Henry, I love them.” I set them back down and pulled him into a hug. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He squeezed my waist and as I pulled away, he caught my lips with his. My cheeks were hot, and my heartbeat was is in my ears. I held his face and kissed him back.
a/n: headcanon style, established relationship, reader and hobie live in an apartment/flat/wherever u want together
he's very big on physical touch when watching something together. his favorite is when you have your head in his lap and he gently runs his fingers through your hair
he really enjoys horror movies!! if youre someone that gets scared easily he wont hesitate to hold you in his arms to ease your fear
if hes really into the movie/show, he will verbally react. he will laugh, gasp, yell, anything to show his opinion on what’s happening
if he comes home late at night to you watching something on tv, he’ll promptly join you until one or both of you fall asleep
might write a lil drabble on this idea in the future but this is it for now!! also my reqs are open :)
a/n: my reqs are open!! feel free to request whatever, just no nsfw please!!
he LOVES calling you nicknames, not bc he hates ur name (though he would like it more with o’hara after it ;)) he just thinks it’s really endearing and fun to come up with new silly ones
he looks big and scary, but he really is a sweetheart. he loves gentle touches and cuddling in the morning.
enjoys cooking!!! it helps relieve his pent up stress from being spiderman. if he’s playing music while cooking, you might be able to catch him dancing to it
he knows he can get too invested in his work and really appreciates it when you convince him to stop for a bit. it warms his heart that he knows you care so much about his well-being :’)
likes when you give him little fashion shows/building outfits with you. he thinks it’s sweet that you value his opinion <3
just some silly little thoughts i’ve had about him :P
pairing: hobie brown / spider-punk x reader
media: spider-man: across the spiderverse
cws/tws: none, just fluff! :)
a/n: this is my new writing blog so feel free to leave any reqs!! hopefully i did it right and its actually open LMAO,, okok anyways-
- absolutely adores physical touch, especially when you guys are somewhere more private. most of the time the touches aren’t anything explicit, he just enjoys simply holding pinkies or cuddling (even more so after a long day of being spider-punk)
- obviously enjoys listening to music, but he loves it even more when its with you. doesn’t matter if hes picking the songs or if you are, hes just happy to share this common interest with you
- he’s actually REALLY good at art. he’s made some of the best art you’ve ever seen. he never talked about it before, so the first time you visited his room, you were shocked at all of the amazing artwork around the room.
sorry this is so short!! working on some more soon (and maybe some other characters!)
cw/tws: tiniest little mention of hobie taking off his clothes but like its nothing 18+
a/n: not proofread, established relationship, reader is a tv girl enjoyer lol (this is me telling u to go listen to their new album :P) also i didnt even bother writing his accent mb
It had been a long night for Hobie. He was out doing patrol, and it was just one thing after another. Too many police officers and fascists for one night. All Hobie wanted was to be with you. He swings up to your window and light knocks on it, just loud enough for you to hear. No response. He knocks again, a little louder. Still no response. He tries to open your window, which to his luck, his unlocked. He walks into your room to find you missing. Starting to feel a bit of panic course through his body, he continues through your shared flat. He walks into the living room to find you cleaning.
“Luv?” Hobie says.
You turn around, eyes shut and mouthing something. Hobie now notices the earbuds in your ears, causing him to smirk.
“HOLY- OHMYGOD.” you suddenly scream when you open your eyes. You rip your earbuds out of your ear. “Hobie you scared the shit out of me.”
He laughs, head leaning back and arms reaching towards you.
“In my defense, we talked about not wearing earbuds when you're home alone.” You step closer, giving him a little pout at this. “What were you listening to anyways? You were really into it.”
You give him a small smile, “The new TV Girl album.”
“Sounds lovely.”
“Well it was until you scared me half to death!!”
He chuckles and starts to pull you towards your shared bedroom. “Mmm, it’s getting late luv, lets go to bed.”
You allow him to lead you by the hand with a giggle. When you reach the room, he starts taking off his suit while you find him some clothes from his dresser drawers. You pull out a pair of soft grey shorts and a white tee. You hand them to him, to which he gives a “thanks” and a quick kiss before putting on the clothes. You got in bed and he joined soon after.
“Did you finish listening to the album, darling?”
“Nope.”
“Why don’t you put it on now? I’m curious to see what had you in such a state.”
With a giant grin on your face, you open Spotify and pull up the album titled “Grapes Upon the Vine.” You scroll to the song you left off on and clicked it. You turned up the volume a bit and set the phone on your nightstand. Before you could lay back down, Hobie wrapped one of his arms around you and laid your head on his chest. You both end up falling asleep before even finishing the first song. <3
✧ -- cws/tws: hint of a nightmare?? other than that, none!
✧ -- prompt: “how about something warm? It’ll help you sleep.” or miguel is having trouble sleeping and reader helps him.
✧ -- a/n: my reqs are open!! feel free to request whatever, just no nsfw please! also idk spanish AT ALL so if anything is wrong please lmk and i’d be more than happy to fix it!! :)
✧ -- word count: 359
Your eyes flutter open as you suddenly wake up. You look over at your alarm clock which reads 4:06, then you look behind you to where your boyfriend was sleeping.
“Miguel?” you say softly.
His head snaps over in your direction. You can tell he was upset about something, had he been crying? “I’m- Did I wake you up?” he quickly asks, his face full of sorrow.
You quickly sat up and shifted closer to him. “No, no, not at all.”
You now sat in front of him with your knees touching his. You put your hand up to his cheek, which he graciously leaned into. “Querido/a…” he says softly, looking at you with a look of pure adoration in his eyes.
“Is there anything I can do to help, maybe get you a warm drink? It’ll help you go back to sleep,” you say quietly.
When he gives a small hum of confirmation, you get up from the bed to head to the kitchen. You go to the cupboard and take out a mug, then bend down to open the drawer with the pots and grab one. You fill the pot up with some water and put it on the stove to start boiling. As you’re getting the tea bag out of a box, you hear soft footsteps behind you. You place the tea bag into the mug and slowly pour the hot water in. Suddenly, you feel Miguel’s arms wrap around you and his head landing in the spot between your neck and shoulder.
He mumbles a small, but genuine, “te adoro.” I adore you.
“Te amo, mi rey.” I love you, my king.
You pick up the mug and gently take Miguel’s hand to lead him back to the bedroom. You place the mug on his nightstand, and the both of you crawl back onto the bed. You rest your head on his shoulder as he leans against the headboard sipping on the tea. When he’s finished with the drink he sets the mug down and lays down, you moving to lay down with him. You both soon fall asleep in each other’s arms. <3
prompt: “your hair is really soft after you wash it.”
a/n: this is my first piece like EVER, so pls dont be too judgemental lmao,, also my reqs are open!! :)
“y/n?”
You hear your name being called from the front room of your flat.
“I’m in the bathroom!” You promptly call back.
You continue doing your nighttime skin routine, as your boyfriend makes his way to the bathroom.
“Hi, love.” he says softly.
“Hi, Hob” you smile, looking up from the sink where you were washing your face.
“Mm, how are ‘ya?”
“Great now that you’re back,” you say with a silly wink.
His mouth turns up into a small smile. “Are ‘ya done yet? I wanna go t’bed.”
“Almost. You can go ahead to the bed, I’ll meet you there.” You turn back to the sink to quickly finish up until you feel something in your hair.
You look up in the mirror to see the reflection of Hobie’s hands gently running through your hair. He then looks up in the mirror, making eye contact with you through the mirror.
“Your hair is really soft after you shower.”
This makes you blush. Immediately. All through your face and down your bare shoulders. All you can say is a small, “Hobie…” with a shy smile.
Your sudden shyness only makes him grin.
“Aight, darlin’, lets go to bed now.” He says as he gently leads you to bed.
