This Is So Beautiful

this is so beautiful<33!!

hi i love your work and was wondering if you could write drew starkey x fem reader based off the lines “she hates compliments. — i do. — we’re working on that.” from your most recent drew work??

i feel like it’d be super cute to see how drew helps the reader feels more comfortable receiving compliments and affection plus how he’d react to her telling him how she isn’t used to it/isn’t incredibly comfortable

Actions speak louder than words

Drew starkey x reader

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A/n: if you guys feel like this one is personal, it’s probably bc it is. I’ve been waiting MONTHS to write this one. The quotes on the request are from this fic and also, writing this made me realize that my writing is more poetic when I’m in my bed for some strange reason and I didn’t know where I was going with the f*ing analogy at the end, I still don’t know if it makes any sense.

“I also remember that the smallest gesture of affection would bring a lump to my throat, whether it was directed at me or at someone else”

Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

Word count: 1.9k

So subtle it hurts.

“Like this?” you asked him as you positioned yourself in front of the golf ball. It happened a few days before your official first date and you were hanging out with the cast at an indoor golf place but you decided to step away to spend some time alone.

“Yeah that’s it. Make sure you keep your hands there before you swing” he instructed.

And after some teaching from him, you hit the ball and it actually went far. You both celebrated.

“Good job! I knew you could do it”

You didn’t really know why but your heart dropped to your stomach and your smile faced and as always, he noticed the slightest change in you.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly “Did you hurt yourself?”

You blinked “No, no I just– it’s nothing”

He approached you slowly without any sudden movements, making sure that you knew he wasn’t planning on hurting you in any way and took the golf club from your hands “Hey–” he spoke softly “What’s wrong, beautiful? It’s not nothing, talk to me”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Can we just go back to the others?” you asked with teary eyes as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Yeah we can but just know, whenever you need me–whatever it is, just say the word” he assured, earning a soft nod from you. “Can I hug you?”

You nodded again and melted in his arms. There weren’t many people you let get that close but you allowed him and you were glad you did.

Confessions.

You sat at a small table while you spoke about what either of you expected in a relationship and as Madelyn had reminded you, you needed to be honest with him.

“Do you–” you paused, taking a deep breath and preparing to maintain eye contact “Do you remember what happened the other day when we were playing golf? When it was just us”

He nodded “Did i do something wrong? Maybe i touched you in some way you didn’t like–”

“No it wasn’t anything you did, you’re beyond respectful” you assured “It was something you said that i don’t hear often”

“What do you mean?”

You cussed under your breath, worry began slipping into your system “I don’t want this to change the way you see me or think of me”

He shook his head “Y/n, you don’t have to worry about any of that”

“No, I do. Because I really like you and I want this to work…” he nodded for you to continue “You said ‘good job’ and it just felt like the ice under my feet cracked making me fall into freezing cold water and i don’t want it to feel that way forever”

“Did you feel that way when i said that you looked beautiful when i came to pick you up?”

“I did and that reaction just hurts more when it comes from you. It should feel good, I know it should because I feel guilty when it doesn’t. So I understand if you don’t want any of this. You don’t have to fix what you didn’t break” you admitted painfully, your eyes still on his.

He rested his hand on the table, palm upwards for you to take if you wanted to do so, you did. His thumb caressed your skin lightly as his touch made your breathing hitch and your heart speed up. “Neither do you. You shouldn’t do it alone either way.

Heart to heart.

It started with little things, the common things. He brought flowers every time you went on a date, even just a single rose which never failed to bring tears to your eyes. Drew always walked you to your apartment after every date or outing with friends. You’d step in and he’d lean on the doorway just to admire you for a few more minutes. You soon discovered that his gaze calmed you yet intrigued you beyond understanding, always afraid that he’d see something in you that he shouldn’t have seen and that he’d just never come back to finish what he started.

“I always wonder what crosses your mind when you look at me”

He smiled “Do you want to know?”

Your breathing staggered as the truth commonly felt like a newly sharpened knife, the kind used in five star restaurants to craft meals that never failed to amaze, except for you, there was never a meal after or a sharp kitchen utensil that to you was dull, one that you would attempt to let mark you, over and over again until you looked in the mirror and saw it too.

“I don’t know if I'm strong enough” you whispered.

He nodded in understanding yet spoke anyway “I wonder how someone could hurt someone so beautiful and full of love”

You shook your head with a tight smile that soon turned into a frown “It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter anymore”

“It does when it took so much violence to become that gentle. It’s not fair to you to feel unlovable when you have so much love to give; such beauty and tenderness should be adored, worshiped even”

Actions.

The truth. His truth and only his, felt like a promise, the one present you ask for when you’re little thinking that you won’t get but you do. And there it was years later, beautifully wrapped with a note and a bow, the same kind of present you received on the birthday party he organized for you with your closest friends. He wiped your tears with his thumb lightly.

“They are happy tears” you assured while your voice shook.

“Yeah? Are you okay?”

“I will be” you admitted and for the first time, you actually believed those words.

Little by little you became more comfortable with touch, touch you began to realize how much you craved and how little it burned. It didn’t really matter where you were, it never did and when you moved in together he made sure you knew that things wouldn’t change, that you didn’t escape a burning house to break into another that would only burn you farther.

You had been living together for months and his creativity still surprised you.

You woke up to an empty bed and some noise in the kitchen. You got up and entered the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. When you lifted your eyes, they landed on your reflection and you noticed a little post-it stuck on the mirror. It read ‘Good morning, gorgeous. You stole my shirt again but I'd be lying if I said I didn't buy it solely because I knew you’d wear it’ and you smiled, the way you did everyday since you met him. Those were the little things you cherished, the ones you kept in a shoe box under your bed as if they were some precious stone kept in a museum. A box full of other notes, little trinkets he gave you because they made him think of you, polaroid pictures and letters, oh the letters he wrote.

On the days he knew you’d check the letterbox, he’d write a letter and leave it there for you. You’d read it on the way up to your apartment smiling to yourself or he’d simply hide them around the house for you to find. Under your pillow, as a bookmark in a book he saw you read, in drawers he knew you’d open…It didn’t matter if he was at home with you or away but when he was, he’d read them out loud for you. Distance wasn’t stopping that man in any way because his actions and intentions would turn the world upside down just to find you, it wasn’t only texts, no. It was reminders, voicemails and even made up events in your calendar.

“Event: ‘I love you’

Notes: I will put the world at your feet. I will love you as long as i love -Drew”

Shared playlists’ names weren’t just names, they were messages making sure that you heard how much he appreciated your existence just like the song titles weren’t just titles anymore, nor were the lyrics when he’d approach you with the brightest eyes you’d ever seen “This song made me think of you”

Nothing he did was meaningless and love didn’t hurt anymore:

Healing.

You’d enter the kitchen soon after, often trying to disguise your smile too. Sometimes you’d feel ashamed when such words would make you feel lightheaded and sensitive, so you hid it as best as you could but somethings just have too great of an impact to simply put away, to ignore. He sure couldn’t and neither could you, not when his words and actions made you self aware of the existence of your pumping heart.

“Good morning” he’d greet while he flipped the pancakes.

“Good morning, you woke up early” you’d note, somewhat insinuating that you had seen his little morning craft. He’d smile, so brightly that you’d assume the existence of a second sun.

“You know that only takes me a few seconds but i’m glad it made you smile”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you’d joke, flustered. He’d chuckle and lean over the kitchen bar to peck your lips. If you avoided the subject, he’d let it be and if not, he’d continue praising you, he too, acknowledging the existence of a second burning star in the morning sky at the sight of your smile.

“I didn’t wake up that early…I had a dream about you so i slept a little longer”

You’d hide your face with your hands and groan “How do you come up with all these compliments?!”

He’d chuckle “You really have no idea what a charming memory you are to me”

And when it came to admitting the love you had for the other, his words were never the usual three. They were intense, meaningful and direct. They had such a way of cutting through your being with the utmost tenderness to reach your soul yet they weakened your knees as if you had walked to every corner on earth just to find that kind of love.

“I love you” you whispered as you both laid in bed. You had said it before or at least tried to, each time far too afraid that those words would be the fuel he’d use to leave in his car.

He turned to you “I loved you then, i love you now and i'm certain i’ll love you forever. Y/n, there is never a moment in which i do not adore you”

Believing that compliments are just adjectives might be a mistake many make. They open a dictionary, pick the words that sound best and keep them close to spread like a variety of wildflower seeds, all to bloom so colorful and different. They appear in a small patch in different places except sometimes they don’t, people who walk that path, see that one precious flower and pick it over and over again until it refuses to grow. And then if you don’t spread those seeds, no flowers will grow at all. Why can’t they be like the sun or maybe the rain, they should come as events that happen regularly and impact someone's day, they should drench them with care and tint them with love. They aren’t just words, they shouldn’t be.

Hey gorg!! Was hoping you’d see this and do a vamp!eddie or regular eddie trying to give golden retriever!gf hickey/kisses but she starts and won’t stop giggling and like lowkey ruins the mood. I feel like Eddie would try to be upset but just start laughing with her! 💕

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

cw suggestive themes mdni

It's a salacious sound. His silent bedroom broken up by the echo of his kissing, your breath catching as Eddie pulls your head to one side and tracks messy kisses up the curve of your neck. 

Your skin is warm under his colder mouth, colder hands, his fingers rubbing down your stomach to stop at the buckle of your belt where you lay in the middle of his bed.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders. Whenever you enter into intimacy like this, you have a need to be close. Eddie's happy to oblige you, resting his full weight on your side as he parts his lips against your pulse. 

"I love you," you say. 

Eddie pushes his hand under your shirt to feel your naked hip, thumb rubbing over soft tummy. "I love you, too," he says into your neck. He punctuates with a bruising kiss, the kind that has you tensing up, your arms holding him close even as you squirm away.

"Too much?" he asks.

"It's tickling me," you say. 

"It is?" 

Your shirt pulls up with his hand. Sure enough, your stomach shakes with a laugh when he talks, the vibrations of his words moving through his lips and into the delicate skin of your jaw. 

He smiles at the sound of your giggling, but he has other things on his mind. "Tell me if it gets uncomfortable," he murmurs, diving in for another attempt at hickeying. He starts with a soft kiss (he's a gentleman), lips parting as he warms the mark with the tip of his tongue. Then comes teeth, his canines pressing especially hard as Eddie starts to suck. 

You make a noise that's half sigh, half laugh. "You're tickling me," you insist, sounding like this is all you could hope for and more as Eddie's fingers brush up your torso. 

He'd been hoping to move aside your bra, but the sound you make at his trailing fingertips is gold. He figures he could be annoyed —this is the pinnacle of romance, or it should be, these soft touches and slow kisses, Eddie's been trying to hint at sex all night— but he doesn't have it in him. He wants you, yeah, but he wants you. Your laugh is just as much fun for him as your moans, though they're often giggly, too. 

"Am I?" he asks, squeezing your side. 

You laugh and hug him, forcing his face away from your neck. He admits a momentary defeat, focusing instead on giving you the hug of your life, arms needling behind your back as he rubs his nose into your cheek. 

"You're a hard girl to seduce," he complains without any real frustration. 

"You seduced me, like, half an hour ago," you assure him happily. 

"Oh, good." He digs an elbow into the pillows to look down at you, your hairline damp with evidence of your confession, sweating from the heat of being touched and teased. Your eyes are half-lidded despite your laughter. "Worried my game was off." 

"Your game is always on." You brush his hair behind his ears for him, lifting your chin ever so slightly.

"Can I try again?" he asks. 

"Yeah," you say, tone imbued with a number of emotions. The most important has him reaching for your belt buckle, undoing the clasp as he buries his face in your neck once again. 

You're laughing again before he's had chance to pull the belt free. 

"Sorry!" you apologise as he pulls away, meeting his fond eye roll with a grin. "Let me kiss you, okay? That way it can't tickle." 

Eddie lays flat eagerly. You kiss him as he'd kissed you though your dotting of half-moons is interspersed with giggles, until you find the soft spot that makes Eddie groan. You're much more dedicated to the cause after that. 

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BARBIE AND KEN

summary: you force rafe to dress up as ken to match you for the new barbie movie— and he starts feeling himself way too much.

warnings: cursing , a little cringe ( but i can’t resist soft!rafe x reader idc how fanon anyone thinks it is. this is the character development rafe we need in the next season. )

— no ‘barbie!’ movie spoiler!

Wearing his old clothes made him feel different. He had ditched the polo shirts for just plain tees. His hair was buzzed , no longer able to be gelled back in a way that made him spend alot longer looking in the mirror than he’d ever admit.

At first when you told him your idea , asking him if he’d do it with you , he was completely against it. He didn’t have a problem taking you to the movie— but he didn’t know how he felt about dressing up for it.

But the look on your face was too hard to let down and eventually , he cracked. A smile tugging on his lips while he rolled his eyes at you , shaking his head when you clapped happily and pulled out the bag of clothes you had bought for yourself.

“Remember that peach polo you’d always wear?” Your heart glimmered that piece of Rafe’s life. Even if he hadn’t been the most liked , and he seemed like a real big asshole— it was the start of everything and it always held such a big place in your heart. Knowing the boy him , before watching him become the man he was now was touching to you. Especially when you thought about him and how he’d watch you do the same. “I got you the same kind just a different color so it’ll match the dress I bought!”

Your smile took up half your face as you laid it on the bed beside you. Rafe’s face scrunched up at the color , rubbing his temples. “Oh fuck me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. The Rafe I knew two years ago would’ve ate this up and you know it!” Pointing an accusing finger in his direction , you burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh! Your perfect little hairstyle too. It’s time like these when I miss that asshole–esq haircut.” You sighed sadly.

Rafe scoffed as he picked up the shirt to examine it closer. “Please , you loved that haircut.”

“I did.” You giggled and stood up. You wrapped your arms around his neck to catch his attention , flushing at his eyes on you. “We’re gonna be so cute! You’re so Ken , Rafey.” You gushed. There were many things you loved and adored about Rafe , but your favorite was when he’d do whatever you asked— no matter how silly other people would think it was.

Rafe smirked and threw the shirt back on the bed lazily to hold your hips. “I am , aren’t I?”

“You so are.” You agreed , kissing at the apple of his cheeks. “You’re like. . . Polo Ken.”

“Okay I don’t dress like that anymore!” Rafe defended himself with a groan.

Your brain flashed back all the memories you had of him , the earliest ones making your heart flutter at how sweet and innocent things were. It all started with a teenage girl with the biggest crush on the King of Kooks— adorning him from afar until he finally cracked first. The relationship wasn’t always perfect and it had its bumpy moments , but the outcome would always make it worth it. Absentmindedly , your hands trailed up to the back of Rafe’s neck. Your fingers fiddled with his hair , feeling the edges of his buzzcut. You remembered when you’d run your fingers through it after his shower and all the gel would be gone. The loose strands of hair making him boyish and sweet , stripped of that ego and left with just him. “Remember those backwards hats?”

Rafe let out an exasperated noise and dropped his head low at your teasing. “Must you torture me with reminding me of my horrible fashion taste?”

“Mine wasn’t any better.” You laughed at yourself , remembering what you used to wear.

“Well back then , you weren’t wearing alot of clothes around me.” Rafe smirked , wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

Your cheeks burned up as you slapped his chest , backing away. “Anyways—” you huffed whilst he chuckled. “The movie’s in like two hours so I’m going to shower and get ready.”

“Perfect! Me too.” He grinned. Though his smile dropped as you grabbed your things and walked towards the bathroom without him.

“Not in the mood to be peed on today.” You sang towards him and shut the door.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror , smoothing down your hot pink dress. You had done all the works. The hair and makeup with the dress and wedges. You wanted to feel like a real Barbie , and right now— you did. Your smile couldn’t be any bigger and the girlish excitement you felt rumbling in your belly made your skin dance.

“Rafe! You ready?” You yelled out to him. You had decided in the shower that you wanted it to be a surprise. This would be something nostalgic for you , fun. You couldn’t wait to take all the pictures to store in your camera and keep as a sweet keepsake.

It was something you and Rafe were doing all on your own. It wasn’t Midsummers , or a special costume party. It was just a cute memory to make with your boyfriend , and it comforted you. You felt all the emotions in your belly. Your heart was racing and your cheeks were all flushed and you felt like a little girl again , meeting her crush on the first day of school. . . Even if it did feel a bit silly , it was nice.

“Yeah , baby. I’m ready , alright.” Rafe called back to you. He too couldn’t keep his eyes off the mirror. He looked like him , but not the him he was used to anymore. The attire holding onto so many feelings and memories. Some were good , and some weren’t so good. But it didn’t take away the small , innocent grin threatening to reveal itself on his face.

You threw the door open and was immediately filled with glee. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him , looking like the teenage boy you fell in love with. The two of you were only just entering your twenties— but seventeen felt like a lifetime ago now.

You clapped happily at him. Rafe couldn’t help the blush on his face at the feeling of your adornment. And you had looked— so pretty. It wasn’t just the outfit , but how you glowed wearing it. Your shoulders were squared and your face was so bright and Rafe swore he hadn’t seen anyone more beautiful. “Polo Ken is now my new favorite.”

Rafe smiled down at you. His thumb brushed your hair away from your face , and he couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and press a kiss to your lips softly. The lipstick the last thing on either of your minds. “You look so , so pretty.” He assured you.

“We are real life Barbie and Ken.” You hummed. “I don’t make the rules.”

And you were. Rafe had loved you then , and he only loved you twice as much if that was possible. Sometimes , he felt as though his heart would grow out of his body for you.

It was just you and him in your own little dreamland for now.

And you’d onto that , for now , as long as you could.

<3333

remus and reader get into a fight and then he gets super clingy afterwards and it’s just fluffy <33🙏🙏🙏

omg this is perfect!!

I kinda get “Mine (Taylor’s Version)” vibes because the album just came out. thank you for requesting this

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary: you and Remus get into a fight about his lycanthropy.

warnings: angst to fluff, insecure remus. use of y/n and not proof read, because I’m lazy lol.

pairings: remus lupin x reader

“This is not up for discussion,” Remus said, curtly.

You huffed, looking at him like he was crazy. The situation you were in was tough, but all you wanted to do was make sure he was okay. You had suggested that you help Remus with his full moons. Remus argued it was too dangerous for you and that he wanted to keep you safe. The lycanthrope though he was a monster and would hurt you if given the chance.

And Remus would not let the wolf get the chance.

“Why? Not? I want to be around. I want to help you,” you said. You knew it was stubborn — deep down. You weren’t an animagus like James, Sirius, and Peter. But you were training with Madame Pomphrey to become a nurse.

“You can’t be around at night. I could hurt you. I’m a monster!” He argued, just as stubborn as you.

“Remus, you are not a monster! What if you get badly hurt and I’m not there to help you in time?” You argued, tears coming to your eyes.

“It’s not your job to be there. You don’t need to be there! Maybe I don’t want you there, have you ever thought about that?!” Remus snapped.

Thunder crashed outside in the storm, as lighting stuck in the distance. A tear fell from your right eye and you quickly wiped it away. You needed to get out of your dorm. You needed to be away from him.

“You know, pushing me away is what is actually hurting me. What you just said, hurt me,” you replied, wiping away tears. You then stormed out of your dorm room and out of the Gryffindor common room.

And I remember that night 2:30 am, as everything was slipping right out of our hands.

I ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street.

Remus followed you immediately after you left. You ran out into the court yard and rain was pouring down upon you. You caught your breath, thinking this was the end. You felt that that Remus was going to push you away so much that you would lose him.

Braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever know.

“Y/n wait!” Remus shouted. He caught up with you and you both were getting soaked from the rain.

You turned to him and looked into his eyes sadly. He continued to speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you away. I love you and I know you want to make sure I’m okay. But you’re safety is important to me,” Remus confessed.

And you took me by surprise. You said “I’ll never leave you alone”

“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine,” Remus said, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you Remus. I don’t want you to feel insecure around me or feel like you don’t deserve love. You are not a monster and I will always be around to help you. In whatever way makes you the most comfortable,” you replied, catching his lips in a kiss.

Remus returned the kiss, passionately. The rain making the moment ever more romantic. There were undeniable sparks flying between the two of you.

He knew he never wanted to let you go again. Remus would never push you away after that night. He clung onto you as much as he could.

Once you were both dried off and snuggled in your bed, Remus had his arms protectively around your waist. Your head was snuggled into his chest.

“I never want to let you go,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head and resting his chin on your forehead.

“Then don’t, because I’m never letting you go,” you replied, smelling his warm cotton knitted sweater. He smelled of chocolate and cigarettes. It was comforting and warm. The two of you eventually fell asleep in each others arms, waking up the next day in the same cuddled position.

A/n- I loved writing this!!!! Remus is the loml. Please send me more requests, I enjoy receiving them <3

Super cuddly Remus, like he just loves holding you and like is always touching you even if when he doesn’t notice it (also he smells like hot chocolate it’s canon)

this is such a good idea! have some headcanons because i couldn't think of complete scenario<3

- he's even more touchier than normal after the full moon, the guy just wants to be next to you, because of that though he does become a bit distant before the full moon but he makes up for it after.

- remus is always holding your hand, eating lunch in the great hall? holding your hand. walking to classes? holding your hand. walking you home from work? holding your hand. walking down the street? holding your hand

- when it rains he always has an umbrella for you both to share so he can pull you closer towards him so you're touching and it keeps you dry.

- he's always resting his chin on your shoulder from behind you and holding onto your waist

- whenever he's close to you you're immediately comforted, your boyfriend makes you feel safe and calm and whenever your thighs are pressed against each other and you smell the familiar scent of hot chocolate you relax and rest against his shoulder

- half the time he doesn't even realise he's touching you, it's just second nature at this point

- he'll stroke your arm and make little patterns while he's laying with his head on your thigh as he looks up at you and you play with his hair.

- parties are not something he's particularly fond of but whenever the marauders drag him to one or if you ask he'll come. at those parties he'll drag you down with him so you're on his lap sitting on the sofa together

"remus, can i ask you question?" "sure, love." "at parties you always hold onto me and when walking together you insist on holding my hand. you're always touching me." "i guess holding you brings me comfort and makes me feel calm. you make me feel secure and wanted. why wouldn't i want to touch, hold and hug the person i love. do you want me to stop?" "definitely not i really like it."

lovelovelove!!!!!!!!!

ahh i want to give spencer a million kisses!! like just hold his face and kiss him awwhhh! he deserved so much love <3

you don’t have to write anything on this if you don’t want ofc!!

Ugh, he deserves all the kisses in the world!! Also, I apologize for taking so long to answer this. I know you said I didn't have to write anything, but I just couldn't resist <33 wc: 612

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“You okay?”

You blink up at him from where you’re tucked into his side, suddenly aware that you’re staring. Your cheeks warm, “Hm?”

His brows crease. You watch his gaze flit over your face briefly before he asks again, “Are you okay?” “‘Course, why?” The corners of his mouth quirk up in a knowing sort of way that makes it hard to fight off your own smile, “You’ve been staring at me.” You blow a sheepish puff of laughter out your nose. He lifts his arm from your shoulders to let you shift onto your knees, his hands finding your hips as you toss a bare leg over to bracket his lap between them. Thumbs sneak up the hems of your sleep shorts and find the divot where your thighs meet your pelvis, massaging a line into the flesh there.

Brushing his hair out of his face, you take a second to really look at him. The shape of his lips, the curve of his jaw. How he looks up at you with those sweet brown eyes full of nothing but love. You trail the tip of your middle finger down the bridge of his nose and they close. His lashes kiss the perpetual dark circles under his eyes.

“It’s so unfair.” 

His eyes open and his mouth pouts in that subtle way it does on the rare occasion he’s confused, “What’s unfair?” “How pretty you are all the time.” His cheeks pink. You grin at your victory, “I mean seriously, how are the rest of us supposed to compete when you look like this all the time.”

His throat bobs a little as he fights off a smile, “Not– Not all the time.” You gawk at him dramatically and he snorts.

“Yes, all the time.” He simpers and looks away, shy under your praise. You dip your head to catch his gaze, unrelenting, “Of all people, I think I’ve stared at you long enough to know.”

He makes a little half-hearted sound of protest as he drops his head into the crook of your neck and you chuckle, “What, you don’t believe me?”

He doesn’t reply, only noses at the curve of your jaw. You take that as his answer and decide you won’t have it, “I can be very convincing, you know.”

“Mm-hm?”

Before he has any time to react, you start peppering small pecks over the side of his face. Quick, sweet things that have him laughing and scrunching his ear to his shoulder when you trail them down his neck. He pulls his face away in an attempt to escape your attack but only makes it easier for you to hold his face in place to kiss just about every inch of it.

He yelps your name, cheeks dimpled and burning red. Your own smile makes it hard to keep kissing him. You’re undeterred.

“Baby–,” He tries. Your lips find his forehead, “Y/n!”

He catches your face between his palms, cheeks smushed between as he pushes you back to look at you. His eyes are wide. His smile incredulous, reeling from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“You believe me now?” You grin after he’s deemed you trustworthy enough to return his hands to your waist. “Yes!” He nods, eyes creased with his laughter, “Yes, I believe you.”

“Told you.” You beam, cradling his face in your hands as you lean forward to kiss him as best you can when you’re both smiling so wide. You pull back to sing-song, “Very convincing.” “Mm-hm.” He hums and laughs again, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours when his smile grows too wide to keep kissing you, “Very convincing.”