heyy, congrats on 1.5k! can i jus get two random numbers with scott? i’d love to see what you come up with 🫶🏻
aww, thank you so much! <33 i was hoping to do some random ones, so i got 16 and 49! also, this is laced with fluff and all i could think was soft!scott, soft!scott, soft!scott while writing
16. — daybreak & 49. — shake
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it was rare that you woke up before scott, and it was even more rare that you had a day off that lined up with his. you’d woken up tangled in him and the sheets, one of you laid on top of the other. it was warm, comforting, something that had always happened with you two since the start of your relationship, and something you hoped would continue forever.
the night before, you’d done date night at home. while scott was out late at the office, you’d made pasta from scratch and cooked up one of his favourite sauces to accompany it. he stumbled through the door around six, armed with a bottle of wine and no paperwork, your favourite type of welcome.
he had kissed you sweetly at the front door, your apron covered in flour from earlier and the strong scent of basil wafted through the hallway. the hand holding the wine wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body as he leaned down to kiss your lips, cheeks and jawline. it was scott’s favourite thing to do: bend himself so far into you that your back curved, his arm securing you with its strength as he pulled his cap off with his free hand.
you would always giggle at this routine, hands cupping his cheeks as your voice sunk into his skin and allowing him to take you how he wanted. when his cap was hanging from it’s designated hook, you’d run your fingers through his waves. they were always hidden at work, so you were happy that scott gave them a chance to breath in the comfort of your shared apartment.
once he had pulled you both up straight again, you’d grabbed him by his free hand and dragged him into the kitchen to show off your hard work. he’d ‘ooo’ and ‘ahhh’ at your cooking, taking a taste off the spoon you’d offered him with a satisfied groan. you smiled at him and gave him a peck, thanking him for the positive feedback and stirred the sauce once more.
and, because he couldn’t keep his hands off you, scott pressed his hard chest against your back, his hands wrapping themselves around your middle as his head rested on your shoulder. you had asked him about his day and what he’d gotten up to, and he replied between kisses on your cheek, ear and neck.
the rest of the night had gone similarly; you tried to do anything and scott wasn’t far behind you, grabbing and pawing at you as you served up dinner for you both. for about five minutes, he pulled away to get you both bowls and spoons, grabbed two wine glasses and poured the drinks. soon after that, though, he was attached at your hip again.
after serving the food, you placed the pan down and was immediately pulled into scott’s lap. his two large hands covered your hips as he guided you into his body, steadying you as you situated yourself on him and grabbed a spoonful of pasta for him.
so that’s how you spent date night. scott touching you, you touching him. scott kissing you at any chance he had, and you kissing him right back.
you swore that you’d fallen asleep still talking to each other, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat steady and his breathing turn shallow. both of you had just about manged to shower and change into something more comfortable for bed before you dragged him under the covers. scott would never complain; seeing you so desperate for his touch and some quality time together was all he wanted.
and that’s what he got.
so when you woke up before the sunrise the next morning, taking in the deep purples of the sky before they turned to orange, you felt bad waking scott to share the view.
he was laid to your right side, sheets only covering his lower half and shirtless after losing his shirt at some point. he always ran hot and complained about wearing one to bed, yet it always ended up on the floor before the morning. you told him multiple times to skip the hassle and not wear one, but he teased back with a “i don’t want to distract you getting to sleep, honey.” and you turned into putty, doe-eyes staring back at him as you only nodded and mumbled a quiet “okay, baby.”
he knew he’d win with that nickname. besides, you enjoyed helping him to remove his shirt before tugging him back onto the bed and laying across his chest.
as scott laid still asleep next to you, head facing towards you and away from the window, he looked beautiful with the first rays of the day illuminating his body. he had one arm above his head while the other was reaching out towards your body. the skin stretching across his chest was littered with freckles, a faint field of hair covering some. you traced patterns onto his stomach, listening for his morning grumbles or his eyes fluttering awake.
after a few minutes of gentle persuasion, scott still hadn’t stirred. even with you pressing kisses onto his face and arms, lightly digging your fingers into his prominent dimples and stroking lose curls away from his forehead. the man was passed out, you don’t even think a tornado could have woken him (and he loves to chase a good tornado).
but you really didn’t want to experience the beauty of the sky without him, the sun now making it’s way through the deep clouds and painting the earth with shades of pink and yellow. reluctantly, you moved onto your last resort: grabbing the man by his ridiculously broad shoulders and shaking him awake.
yes, he looked peaceful and utterly gorgeous in that moment, but you wanted him to see what you were seeing and have a few moments together watching the daybreak.
so that’s what you did. you gently grabbed his shoulders, shaking his body as much as you could and whispered a gentle, “scott, baby, wake up and look at the sun.”
it took him a few moments, but with your insistence, he woke up. the hand above his head fell down onto his face as he rubbed his eyes open, his other hand coming closer to you and landed on your thigh that was pressed against his side.
his voice was deep and gruffly as he replied, “the sun? baby, it’s too early.” and turned onto his side to press his face into your body and hide from the light and the windows behind him.
“ugh, come on,” you muttered, grabbing his face in both hands to look at you. “it looks gorgeous, just one look, please? for me, real quick?”
“i’ve got a gorgeous view here, i don’t need to move.” scott’s words made you roll your eyes, a smirk painted on his face as you looked back at him.
“unreal, just- please?” you gave him your best ‘please, for me?’ eyes, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lips to sweeten the deal. he didn’t reply with words, only huffing out a short breath of air before turning over to face the window. you giggled in delight as you followed him, laying behind him, but propped up slightly, arms laid on the side of his left one, chin resting on your hands.
you both laid there in silence for a moment, watching the yellow and pink turn to a bright orange and deep red. it had to be one of the more beautiful sunrises you’d seen, and the fact that you could enjoy it with scott made it even better.
within minutes of that thought, scott had decided that he’d had enough and began to twist back onto his other side towards you. you yelped at his sudden movement, arms falling off of him as his body rolled into yours and his arms wrapped around your stomach. he had you trapped then; his legs came up to tangle in your own and his head laid in the centre of your chest.
it was a welcoming weight. feeling scott pressed right up against and on you was rare and he only did it in moments like this, when he was sleepy and didn’t want you away from him.
“so much for the sunrise.” you teased as your arms wrapped around him. one hand found his hair and the other found his hand on your stomach. you laced your fingers together as you scratched the top of his head. scott nuzzled in closer to you, taking a deep breath before fully settling into the bed with the sole intention of falling back asleep.
you let yourself have a few more moments glancing to your right and out the window, admiring the sunrise that had worked hard to bring you such a beautiful scene this morning. feeling the heat that only came with a fresh sun and having scott wrapped around you was enough to feel content for a few more hours.
“i love you, scotty.” you whispered into the room, knowing he might not hear the words, but needing to say them nonetheless.
with one last scratch to his head, you settled back into the pillows and closed your eyes. the hand that had been in scott’s hair moved down to his back, his warmth radiating off him and into your skin immediately.
“i love you, too, honey.” his voice was muffled by your skin, but you felt the vibrations and the meaning in your chest. a sleepy smile graced your lips as you fell back asleep, both of your breathing falling in sync with the other as you enjoyed yet another morning being loved by and loving scott.
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