𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱 - Barnaby Brooks Jr. x GN!Reader
If anyone knows who drew this beautiful artwork, please let me know so i can give proper credit. I found this in an old phone from like 11 years ago, and I couldn't find the artist.
Warnings: Implications of sexual interactions, minors DNI
The fog in your mind seems to recede as your senses return to the forefront, cold air licking viciously at your nose. You bring the dark gray blanket up and over your nose, mind urging back towards the euphoric relaxation of sleep. You sink into the bed, relishing in the plush bed sheets beneath your bare skin.
Risking the barest crack of your eyes, you find the view outside the window. Sternbild still sleeps in the hushed, early morning, blanketed by low hanging slate colored clouds, snowflakes fall towards the ground rapidly, and the large window is frosted with the cold outside. The space of the bed beside you is empty, sheets tucked in neatly and pillow fluffed. Glancing past your coworkers pillow, the small clock illuminates a soft yellow "5:45".
You want to groan, flabbergasted by how he can be up and about so early. Your nose crinkles a bit as a buttery, caramel-like aroma drifts into the bedroom from the kitchen. Rolling over, lazily, you face the door and inhale the sweet roasted scent. Coffee? It has to be.
You want to let your eyes drift closed again, to float in the fuzzy lull of the quiet room, stillness and patience and the cozy bedding embracing you. After long, hard days of danger and pain and buried deep fear, relaxing in a warm bed on a cold morning with the smell of coffee floating around you, it felt like pure euphoria, a long breathy sigh of delight-
The door opens and Barnaby walks through, two mugs in his hands. He steps softly over to the bed, dressed in his black t-shirt and a pair of crisp black slacks. His glasses glitter with the light starting to peek through the clouds behind you, before the rays are subdued by hushed darkness again.
He smiles softly as he sees your open, curiously tired eyes.
"Morning." he whispers, watching as you sit up, slowly, keeping the blanket close to cover your intimates, pressing fingertips into the corners of your eyes to rub the sleep away. He stifles a nervous chuckle, cheeks pinkening just a touch but doesn't look away. He offers you the white mug, liquid steaming deliciously inside.
You take it, gratefully, not doubting that your bed hair and morning breath more wild than he had ever seen you. "Morning." you murmur, blinking blearily down into the contents of your mug. You blow into the dark liquid, then take a sip, sweet and chocolatey with the most subtle hint of peppermint and caramel.
You close your eyes in delight, "I've never had hot cocoa like this before."
He settles on the edge of the bed beside you, "My mother would make this for my Father and I all the time. It doesn't quite taste as good as hers, but. . .I got pretty close." he lifts his own mug to his lips, a warmth blooming in your chest at the vulnerability in his display. You take another sip, wondering how Emily and Barnaby Brooks would have reacted to you, if they would have accepted you.
The warm cup soothes the cold numbness aching your fingers, as you look over at the window. The skyline breaks against the slate gray clouds, shining lights of the Gold Stage, wonderous and extravagant and everything that Barnaby was. While the lights glitter like stars, homes rest behind gates and fences, dogs lifting their legs or squatting in the snow before retreating back into the warmth of their homes, a few cars drive down the highway, headlights illuminating the already illuminated streets.
"You get to see this view every morning?" you whisper, almost breathless.
You can feel his weight shift as he turns to look out the window with you, "Not really. I usually don't give it much mind. The lighting that comes in through that window gets to be really finicky sometimes."
The corners of your lips lift and you quirk a brow at him, "I imagine the sun doesn't listen to your suggestions, either."
"Not yet, anyway. But Kotetsu taught me a thing or two about being persuasive. And stubborn."
You can't help but laugh quietly, and you don't miss the way his eyes soften at the sound. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. "I'll help file your complaints."
Looking up at him, you smile to yourself, settling in to enjoy the cold and quiet morning with Barnaby. Leaning over, you rest your temple against his shoulder as he takes another sip of his cocoa, taking in the skyline for the first time in a long time.
It's a chance for him to breathe, too.
Hello everyone, I know it's not M&P (again), but I've been having so many other ideas that are easy to just throw into a word document, edit real quick, copy, paste, and post. Barnaby is also my comfort character, so I had to post something. It's not as long as I would have liked, but oh well.
I intentionally left the state of the relationship ambiguous, whether it's the first time you and Barnaby were intimate, an ongoing relationship, one night stand (I can't imagine it being a one night stand, but again, interpretation).
Hope you enjoyed,
𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 🥀
