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Miles Morales :

☆ Would definitely look at you while holding the part you bit as if you just told him something really horrifying

☆ like, clutching onto his shoulders, eyes wide open, and sweating bullets

☆ he screams, "WHAT WAS THAT?!?" And is just watching as you laugh at his reaction

☆ it's take him a minute(5 minutes) to fully process you just bit him and will laugh it off and deny if you even try to bring up that he freaked out

Gwen Stacy

☆ I like to think she used to nibble on people when she was younger, like elementary kind of younger

☆ she's taken back a bit but is ultimately like, "okay then," and goes back to whatever she's doing/talking about

☆ you bite on her again mid convo, she's ignoring it and continuing her rant

Pravitr Prabhakar

☆ "WHAT."

☆ (he's being a drama queen and acting as if you slashed his chest open or something)

☆ full on clutching his chest and gagging on "blood" and crying out to his girlfriend

☆ "oh gayatri!! I'm sorry for.. not, saying goodbye.." and dies

☆ he comes back alive and laughs, but definitely will ask you what made you bite him

Hobie Brown

☆ bites you back, for sure

☆ is taken aback when you first bite him but he definitely cuts you off mid sentence by biting your shoulder gently

☆ laughs at your reaction and calls you a big baby

(1610) Miles Morales!!

☆ he likes to lean on your shoulder, or have you lean on his shoulder

☆ ^instinctively throws his arm around your shoulder when you sit next to him, it's just muscle memory at that point

☆ does that really cute laugh thing, like yk the one..

☆ mumbles sweet praises in your neck when he's tired and you're cuddling

☆ ^and his voice is croaked and he's sleepy and it's just (aughh)

☆ When he feels like teasing you, he definitely hugs you from the front and sways with you innocently to people that pass you by but then says something like "you look really good right now," right into your ear

☆ and then presses a kiss to your forehead and leaves you there as you process what just happened

(42) Miles Morales!!

☆ loves to gently caress your hips with his hands, whether your curvy or not, his hands are there

☆ when you're walking in the halls and infront of him, he'll gently push you on your stomach and have you lean up against the wall beside him to wait for the crowd to leave

☆ and then walks you to class

☆ sways with you to music, arms wrapped around you and humming softly into your ear as you smile happily

☆ likes to use you as a pillow, literally always laying ontop of you

☆ your chest, back, thighs, shoudler, etc just always on you

Pavitr Prabhakar!!

☆ does the little, lean-over-the-desk thing when he helps you with work in class

☆ literally close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath on you cheek as he speaks

☆ AND HE WHISPERS LITTLE PRAISES LIKE "Yeah, that's good."

☆ anyways, he's the type to guide you through crowds of people when you're out with him

☆ either holds you hand and keeps you close behind him, or has you infront of him pushes you gently as he walks behind you

☆ Definitely goes over to your place whenever he gets the chances because he doesn't like texting or calling all that much

☆ ^will literally sneak out in the middle of the night and do that cliche hitting-your-window-with-a-rock thing

☆ leans over to hear you better when you're in a loud environment, whether your taller than him or not he's getting all close and personally with you

Hobie brown!!

☆ Loves to hug you from behind

☆ his large hands rubbing your hips gently as you sway with him

☆ also hates calling and texting, he wants to see you when you talk he wants to be able to feel your physical presence near him

☆ places his hand on your back before shifting you slightly foward so he can get behind you (AUGHH)

☆ when he's sleepy he does that, "hm?" Thing in response to what your saying

☆ definitely the type to put "My" infront of a nickname, like my girl/guy/lover, my pretty baby, mines etc.

☆ doesn't get insecure when someone flirts with you, he's the type to immediately go with it

Miles Morales!!

☆ your first kiss, he's nervous

☆ doesn't know where to place his hands or which way he's meant to turn his head, and he's scared he mightve not brushed his teeth that morning

☆ but after a while, he's cool about it

☆ and also takes any chance/reason to kiss you

☆ whether it's a quick peck to your cheek before saying goodbye or a passionate one shared in the comforts of his room after studying

☆ (^while his parents are out obviously)

☆ he's definitely a wild card, loves kissing allover your face though!!

Gwen Stacy!!

☆ first kiss and she's also nervous

☆ ofcourse she doesn't tell you that, instead she cups your face with her shaky hands and pulls you in slowly

☆ (yadayada you guys kiss blah blah)

☆ after awhile, she only gives quick kisses to your forehead in public

☆ at home it's free range

☆ she'll pull you in for a hug and press warm kisses to you neck, or a quick kiss to your lips before falling asleep in your arms

☆ she loves to kiss your lips mainly!!

Pavitr Prabhakar!!

☆ first kiss, he knows what to do

☆ ofcourse not like, for sure, what to do but definitely has the gist of it

☆ he's got his hands on your waist while your arms are wrapped around his neck, and he's pulling you in and kisses you (yippee!!)

☆ after awhile, he takes it slow

☆ usually kissing you after dates or during sentimental moments, but he will when it's just the two of you doing mundane things

☆ he loves to press kisses on the back of your hands, or the back of your neck

Hobie brown!!

☆ first kiss, he knows what to do

☆ he's got everything down, where to place his hands,where he's gotta kiss, how he's gotta kiss

☆ he's still nervous but he knows how he's meant to kiss you

☆ after awhile, he knows where your weak spots are

☆ usually teasing you as you do your own things, loves seeing you get all flustered

☆ and if you're the type to not get as flustered easily, he'll take that as a challenge

After Peter's passing she had become distant and less communicative. She would ignore your messages for days a time, or act as if she didn't know you in the halls. You'd try to catch her at her locker but it would always end in a, "I'm fine." Or, "I'll talk to you later about it okay." But later never did come.

Your relationship felt one-sided. She didn't mean for it to be that way but she thought if she did speak up about what had really happened all hell would break loose. You would think she's lying and run away from her, or think she had killed him like her father said spiderwoman did.

All you wanted was to be able to sit in the same room with her, and her the same.

Months passed you by as you passed by her apartment. Hoping one day it would be her opening the door instead of her father, "not here." He'd always mumble out softly. Somedays it'd seem like he never had the energy to get up, but he'd always be so calm and patient with you. He'd send you a small empty smile before watching you leave sadly.

You just hoped that she would come back and take you in her arms with a welcoming hug.

You wouldn't want her to have a big apology for kepping you in the dark, or a big bouquet for you. You'd just want her to take her in her comforting arms with a loving kiss to your forehead, telling you that everything was alright.

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Nighttime came and went, your alarm going off as the morning sun shone through your curtains. You shuffled in your bed, turning over to shut your alarm off with a groan. You get up with a strained groan, your throat dry as you smacked your lips.

You walked out your house making your way to her's only expecting the same as every other day. You were slowly losing hope she'd ever come back.

The sound of the elevator buttons rang through the small space, the soft radio music playing as it went up. The doors opened as you made it to her apartment floor. A sigh escaping your lips as you placed one foot after the other outside of the small space. Dragging your feet slightly against the carpeted floors.

You perk up to the sound of chatter coming from an apartment, maybe her dad had a friend over to cheer him up. You knocked against the hardwood a couple times. The chatter stopped as soft whispers were then heard, you couldn't make out what was being said but you were sure he was just telling his friend to maybe quiet down.

The door opened and you look up expecting to see the tall man to give you the sad news that she wouldn't be her today either.

Instead, you were quickly pulled into a warm embrace of a much smaller person. Their hair tickling the skin on your neck as they placed their head right on your shoulder, their lanky arms wrapping around you tightly with a happy sigh.

"gwen...?" You said softly, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you looked at her.

She pulled back from your hug slightly, nodding happily. She was excited to see you, her negative thoughts cleared as her dad had told you what happened. And him also telling her the few months you'd come by and check to see if she was there. It made her feel loved with the way you still cared even when she didn't deserve to be so seen.

You pulled her back in for a hug, pressing a quick peck to her forehead with a happy laugh.

You stay like that for a moment. Shutting your eyes as both of you just bask in eachothers presence for that quick minute. The months of grief and sorrow leaving your bodies as you melted in eachothers touch.

In class, he watches as you silently take notes. Admiring the way you lean against the palm of your hand, or the way you softly sigh. He copies your expression with a loving gaze behind it.

When class ends, he slowly gathers his things. Giving you quick glances as you do the same. He wait for you to leave before walking out himself, turning to watch you turn the other way to walk home yourself.

Everyday's like this, admiring you from afar. Whether it'd be in class or when he's out patrolling and happens to pass you by as you're out and about running errands. He's always so giddy afterwards, telling Hobie or His Mayan Auntie about you.

He'd take any chance to work with you in class. Project or a simple errand for the teacher, he'd run up to the front of the class as you stand up. He's always so eager to be by your side even if it was in silence. Though, he will ask if you had notes for a certain class paper he "didn't get to finish." When you'd give him a copy of your notes he'd give you a beaming smile and a "Thank you."

You never knew why he was always so excited to see you, the way he'd perk up at just the sound of your voice as you talked with friends. Or the way you'd laugh at someone's jokes, he was always staring at you and would always smoothly look the other way when you'd catch him.

After moments like those, you'd always find yourself thinking about him. The small smiles he'd give you as he'd pass you by, or the thank you's he'd say when you handed him notes you knew he didn't need. It was adorable and you found it endearing.

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Just like any other day, the last class had ended. The relieving sound of the bell ringing through the quiet halls. Classrooms being emptied, as the once empty halls were flooded by students. Chatter bounced off the walls as people rushed out the building, excited for the weekend.

and just like any other, Pavitr had watched you patiently as you packed your bag. Doing the same as he placed his papers and notebooks carefully in his bag. Your friends waited by you, talking about how you would spend your weekend.

He knew how he'd spend his. With you.

Atleast he'd hoped so, he got the hint you were interested. With the way you started going out of your way to speak to him, the way you'd get so nervous when he'd lean over the desk and help you with work, or the way you would slightly smile when you heard his name be called. He truly thanked his brain for giving him the power of being such an attentive person.

After he heard the sound of giggles and footsteps quickly retreating, he turned to you.

You were nervous and he could tell. You fidgeted with your bag as he sent you a small smile and a small wave.

"Hey," he said. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest.

Yours felt as if it was doing jumping Jack's, "Hey."

It was getting somewhere though and he didn't want it to stop. "Were you planning on doing anything this weekend?"

You shaked your head, thanks to your friends "canceling" their plans because suddenly "they had chores," or had a "really important essay" they need to get to. You wanted to strangle them for putting you in this position.

You felt like a sitting duck, an idiot if you will. I mean, maybe he did like you like your friends told you. Or maybe he didn't and your friends maybe heard his friends wrong.

But something in your gut told you this was right, that for some reason what was going to happen was meant to be.

"No, I'm free this weekend."

He smiled, his heart jumped excitedly as he stood there. "Did you maybe wanna go out and do something? My treat,"

You watched as he nervously chuckled, the sun that peaked through the windows shinging against his skin beautifully. You admired him in this scene for just a moment before giving him your answer.

Miles Morales!! (Small Ganke mention!!)

☆ study sessions with these two ofcourse

☆ ^and by study sessions I mean Miles is doing work and Ganke's been done and has been playing videos games since you came over to their dorm

☆ Miles asks for help with English, and you ask for help with whatever you're missing

☆ if not study sesh, then definitely out and about spray painting a new wall

☆ ^I can imagine late night talks with him after he's finished a piece are very heart to heart, he loves to speak his mind to you and hopes you do aswell

☆ I can imagine you meeting his parents are a little nerve wracking since he's mentioned that they didn't like ganke or Gwen

☆ so you tried to be as respectful and kind to them as you possibly could (probably also kissing up to them idk I would too)

☆ if you also do art, you guys compare drawings and give eachother advice on what you need to work on

☆ ^definitely the type to steal your notes and draw in them during class

☆ ^will also steal said notes for a week and forger he has them till your banging on his door in the middle of the night before your assignments due and those notes are very much important to you

Gwen stacy!!

☆ it took a long time for her to actually consider you a friend, a lot of the time you just stayed following her and talking

☆ ^anything you said in those few months prior to her considering you a friend, went through one ear and out the other

☆ She's definitely a teaser, making fun of you in a friendly manner

☆ movie night, or weekly sleepovers at one another's house is a must with her

☆ ^she says she's into horror/action but is really into romcoms, she won't admit that outloud though

☆ I feel like she's really bad at cooking so teaching her how better her cooking skills has definitely happened once or twice

☆ ^she loves when you make her lunches, she usually buys you lunch for the next two days in return

☆ when she's playing the drums you usually sit right outside her window with headphones because she's likes to have her room shut off

☆ ^but she still wants to hang out so she makes you wait outside for about an hour till she's done and has you back inside for dinner

Pavitr Prabhakar!!

☆ Study sessions pt2!

☆ he's a straight A, top of the class student. He doesn't really need to do homework because he does it in class

☆ he does help you with yours though, especially if you're failing

☆ early morning walks, he's an early bird and makes you walk with him because "It's good for the mind!"

☆ if you're not an earlybird, you're grumbling the entire walk about how it's a "weekend" and how "you do this everyday pavitr" and how "you need to stop making me do this"

☆ he doesn't understand whatever you're trying to say and pushes you lightly the rest of the walk (that last part definitelywasnt written by pavitr, no definitely not)

☆ he loves to rant about his girlfriend, talking about how they sneaked out and went on a late night walk that week

☆ if you have an s/o you're definitely talking about them with pavitr, telling him all about them

☆ he's definitely a dog person, he always has a dog following him no matter what

☆ you guys are walking to school? There's a dog right behind you. Hanging out at his house? There's a dog right outside his bedroom window. LITERALLY IN SCHOOL?? A DOG HAS WALKED IN DURING THE MIDDLE OF CLASS AND SAT DOWN NEXT TO HIM WHILE THE TEACHER WAS AWAY

☆ ^everyone think he just has some sort of dog treats on him always but it's really from just recognizing his face from him always feeding them, such a sweetheart

Hobie Brown!!

☆ draws on your hand a lot

☆ ^you always have faded sharpie on you no matter what because of him

☆ you tease him for his accent constantly, saying "pip pip cheerio," or "ello luv." In the most horrible accent ever

☆ You have to go to protests or big government events with him, whether you're political or not he's dragging you along

☆ Always has little trinkets for you everytime you hang out

☆ hang outs in an abandoned building are a daily thing

☆ ^he's probably made you carry a big couch for him to put in a new hang out spot because he said he "knew a place."

☆ he did infact know a place

☆ the playlist guy, he's the one with fire songs to hype everyone up at rallies/protests

☆ knows how to design, outfits, or banners whatever. He knows how to do it right

☆ you'll always have heart to heart conversations with him, early in the morning, mid-day, or late at night

☆ if you ever bring up the topic, "you think we're friends in another universe?" He just looks at you and nods (I've mentioned this before in my hobie hcs)

Miles Morales!!

☆ Miles is definitely an understanding person

☆ when he first noticed you stopped eating so much he didn't think much of it, but when you stopped coming to lunch with him entirely he knew something was up.

☆ he took note of how skinny you were getting, he'd jokingly ask if you were going to the gym without him and you'd laugh it off and say "my bad dude, forgot to tell you haha."

☆ when you'd finally get to telling him you weren't doing so great, he'd start sobbing with you. Giving you a hug and gently caressing your back in a friendly way

☆ he'd do his own research and watch videos on how to help you

☆ when it comes to meals, he's patient with you

☆ he waits patiently for you to eat, whether you finish or not doesn't bother him. As long as you ate, he's happy

☆ he's the type to cover up the calories on any food packaging, drawing over them with a sharpie

☆ Miles is also the type to get you some comfort foods of yours everytime you guys hang out or have a study sesh

☆ overall : Miles is patient and understands from a certain point of how you feel, and he does whatever he can to help you feel better

Hobie Brown!!

☆ Hobie's also an understanding person

☆ he'd notice immediately when you'd stop eating your favorite foods with him

☆ he already had taken note of the fact you weren't as cheery or were getting skinny so quickly

☆ while sitting with him, quietly enjoying his presence he'd ask you, "are you feeling okay?"

☆ and when you started sniffling on his shoulder he wrapped his arm around yours and rubbed your arm gently.

☆ ^"It's alright, you'll be alright." He'd say os a soft tone to you.

☆ he'd be very careful with certain food, making sure to have the labels or the calories covered

☆ he always eats with you, eating slowly so you both finish at the same time

☆ overall : Hobie understands its a long process to feel better, so he wants to make sure he's with you every step of the way.

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☆ Hobie take pride in his partner, if you ever get good stares or hit on he's the type to say, "I know right" and like wrap an arm around your waist

☆ he's showing you off left and right, bragging about how your his s/o

"You're dating them?" Gwen asks, shocked as she gawks at you.

You're walking around the room, silently strutting as you make your way to the bar. You notice that hobie and his friend are looking your way so you give them a small smile and wave before turning your head back.

Hobie nods proudly, "Yup."

☆ it takes a lot for him to get riled up, talking to you or just flirting only make him laugh

☆ but if someone works up the nerve to actually place a single finger on you, it's about to go down

Someone walks up to you as you're waiting for your drink to be finished being made peacefully. "Hey," they say in a cool and suave way.

You look up from the bar, taking notice of the person talking to you.

"Hello." You reply back with a nervous smile. You look back down thinking that'd be the end of it till you felt a hand slide up your arm and onto your shoulder.

"You're cute, you know tha..-" just then, the person is cut off with a single blow to their face. Their face hits the hard wood of the bar, causing them to break their nose twice in the process.

☆ ^after that he doesn't even say anything or let them get back up, only silently glaring at the person

☆ (^that's literally all it takes for anyone to shut up)

Platonic

☆ Hobie is someone who doesn't believe in consistency, so he's always all over the place but somehow so suave about it

☆ play fights, or rough-housing.

☆ ^^ just like how he and pravitr did in the movie for that split second, he enjoys play fighting with friends

☆ if you're friends with him I feel like he's always there for you, very protective and cares deeply about you

☆ is always annoyingly smart, its great don't get me wrong but he's always a smug bastard about it

☆ ^because of it, he always wins arguments. He'll know when he's wrong but he's definitely pouty about it and saying whatever

☆ he canonically hates being called spiderpunk so if your ever meeting him for the first time and make that mistake of calling him that he's shuts it down immediately

☆ ^he definitely gets a little ticked off when someone refers to him as that name, a second time after getting their first warning

☆ definitely always getting teased for being British

☆ ^usually just walks away unbothered, unless it's a close friend because then he's tackling them to the floor and waiting till they call out "mercy"

☆ friendly hang out with him usually consist of late night walks, or sitting in an abandoned building(again late at night) and having friendly banter

"So, would you rather be a tiger or a panther?" You ask him

"Panther, for sure." He replies, tuning his guitar as you lay there on the raggedy old couch behind him.

☆ ^it goes back n forth, switching from silly conversations to deep topics about life and the way you think

"You think we're friends in another universe?" You suddenly ask him, looking up at the ceiling.

Hobie sits there quietly, thinking for a moment. He knew you were friends in another universe, it's not like he could tell you that though.

"Definitely."

Romantic

☆ it definitely takes a lot out of him to get him really interested in someone enough to ask them out

☆ and when he does he doesn't do anything till he knows for sure that person is the one he truly wants

☆ if it's a friends to lovers case, he's very slow and steady about it. Taking his time with you and making sure he doesn't scare you off with small gestures and hints

☆ has made you a playlist or two, or made you small gifts here and there

☆ "actions speak louder than words" is something he truly believes in so he does make it a point to show you how much he likes you

☆ if you're ever in danger and he's out patrolling the city, he's definitely there before it happens

☆ ^when you hear the masked vigilante speak to you, you know that his voice sounds familiar but you never question it. Only giving him a small smile and thanking him for saving you

☆ ^after he leaves, he's definitely stuck thinking about it for the rest of the day/night

☆ if he's ever late to a date, he's apologizing with newspaper flowers and a small necklace he made.

☆ ^valentines day comes around and he's making you a new bouquet of newspaper flowers, you have to tell him to stop from how many are hanging are hanging in your room wall

☆ loves to have atleast one hand one you at all times; whether it's on the small part of your back guiding you around a crowded place, or caressing your thigh gently as you sit down

Oh how he'd stare at you from across the room as you worked, you pacing around and about helping patrons as they enjoyed their time in the lackadaisy.

He admired you from afar, not knowing you'd been doing the same all night. Sneaking just a few glances at him as he talked to atlas and stuck by his side the entire night. You'd pass him occasionally, brushing past him ever so slightly as you went over to their table and gathered their dirtied plates.

He never did gather the courage to talk to you, telling himself that it wasn't very professional on his end. But that thought of you always stuck to the back of his mind like a piece of chewed gum on a shoe.

He was young but dumb was never something to describe dear Mordecai. He never let those thoughts swallow him whole, atleast never during work hours. Only in the deepest of nights only when the moon shined its brightest in his quiet and gloomy room.

You on the other hand, had quite the opposite in mind. You tried your hardest to talk to him, not that you actually ever did. More like writing "secret" love notes and stuffing them in his pockets whenever you passed him by, giving him an innocent smile as you did.

Your notes read compliments; something about his suit or about something he might've done that seemed charming. He wouldn't show it but in his head he loved them, he adored those notes so much he had a special box in his room overflowing with them. But he'd never tell you that. God no, never ever would he tell you that.

As much as you thought he didn't like you, or hated you, you persisted. Continuing your little notes, and innocent smiles. Every. Single. Day.

Some days you'd actually talk to him; whether it'd be a simple hello, or another sweet compliment but with your oh-so-soothing voice to go with it. He'd nod his head with a soft goodmorning, and look away with another quiet thank you.

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After a while, he'd manage to talk to you. A real conversation with the one he'd fallen head over heels for somehow without even conversing before. He loved listening to your voice, they way you talked. Your little aneurysms, he enjoyed just your presence.

You aswell, you were ecstatic when he finally came up and talked to you. You were bouncing off of the walls whilst just thinking about it later that night. Giggling like a school girl with a puppylove crush and smiling like an idiot, you fell asleep that night with a stupid grin gracing your face.

Back to the present, he'd walk into the store and see you light up like a sunflower facing the sun. He couldn't help but feel your happiness bounce off of him, he'd always cover his smile with a cough or by clearing his throat.

"*Ahem* Goodmorning reader, how are you?" He'd ask, walking up to the counter placing his hands on his lap as he sat infront of you.

You'd smile, standing up straight as you spoke. "Morning. I'm doing much better, a little tired, but much much better."

Everyday was always the same, but you both were happy with it. Even if the same words were said from the day before, you both would still smile after one walked off to do something.

Eventually, those little talks turned into talking during breaks; that would then turn into meeting up after work for a drink, then going out for dinner every so often, then talking over the phone daily, then meeting up at one another's home and sleeping over, and so forth.

after months, you'd fallen so much farther for eachother. So deeply inlove that you would just bask in eachothers presence, even for just a moment. Even if you'd gotten into an argument, even if he'd slam your apartment door on his way out, even if you'd ignore his millions of calls during the night, even if he'd drunkenly walk in and cuss you out, or even if you'd shout at him through angry tears that you hated him and wished to never see him again.

You two would still find a way back to eachother, loving one another more than before. Forgiving one another for their flaws.

He loved you so very much, and you ever so slightly more.

You wake up to the sound of the door creeking open in the middle of the night. Knowing as to who had broken into your house after a long shift; you give a great big sigh before rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes.

Wobbling into the living room, you look to see a black silhouette. You gasp and jump back even though you knew who it was.

Mordecai gives you a blank stare, with sleepy hooded eyes. Your gaze softens as you notice how exhausted he is.

"Apologies for scaring you like that," he sighs. "I meant to head into the bathroom but my legs were about to give out."

Normally he wouldn't admit such weakness, but with you he knew no judgement would come out of you. He admired that of you.

"It's okay, I didn't mean to jump like that." You respond, "I knew it was you, it's just the sleepiness is all."

You notice as to why he's all worn out, of course this was the usual thing for him.

Mordecai coming home in the middle of the night; you waking up to the sound of the door closing, walking in and jumping to his shadow, and bandaging him up before falling asleep on the couch because it was closer.

This time you wanted to make it to the bed, so you dragged him into the bathroom.

He groans as you sit him down in the tub. You run the warm water, and ready the soap.

Humming, he slowly closes his eyes in comfort as you scrub the back of his head.

"mm..- thank you reader," He gently says. In a hushed tone he goes on to say, "I deeply admire you, and am incredibly inlove with you so."

You chuckle to yourself quietly, it's adorable when he tells you sweet nothings when he's sleepy.

You give him a light kiss on his temple. He smiles, turning over to ask for another.

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After the bath, you help him get dressed into his pj's. Helping pull his arm through the sleeve and pull the back of it down.

Then it's back to the cuts on his face and his elbows, and bruises scattered on his body. He winces when you put pressure on one of the many on his rib.

"Oh mordecai..-" You say trailing off. You gently smooth over his exposed abdomen, slightly embarrassed he pulls down his shirt.

"I know what you're going to do." Telling you as he gets up. "You're going to bandage me up, and drag me to bed," going on.

"Well, actually bring me to bed this time."

Your smile from earlier falters. Why must he be so stubborn, especially after being so open before? Is it that he slowly wakes up after the bath? Or does he just get embarrassed of being affectionate?

Well whatever it was, you wouldn't let it stop you now. You've gotten so far and you weren't gonna fall back asleep anytime soon. Might as well deal with Mordecai's stubborn antics and get him to bed before he tries something.

"Come on," you tell him getting up from where you were. "Let's get to the bed."

"Let's" he says.

When he's sat down, you pull him to stay up. Pushing away the covers so he can't get comfy under the covers.

Him already knowing what you're about to do, he tries to get up once again.

But he can't.

"I knew it." He looks in your direction.

"You're just as exhausted as I am right now." You say with a smug smirk. "Well more than I am of course." smirk faltering a bit.

"Of course, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna sit here and wait for you to finish bandaging me up when I'm just going to get hurt again."

"Oh well, you're just going to have to." Holding him in place, you finally bandage him up.

Lots of grumbling and groaning, and complaining could be heard from him. But you were too exhausted and so out of it to really care.

Kissing each bandaged wound, you finished and got up to put away the supplies.

"Urgh..-" he groans.

"Ah-ah- don't." You stop him from saying anymore. "You know you're thankful I did that."

He mumbles something under his breath, hearing that you ask him what he said.

Mumbling it once again slightly louder, you ask him one final time.

"Thank you for dealing with my stubbornness, I appreciate what you do for me nightly." He finally says aloud.

"I know," kissing his temple one last time before falling asleep.

He chuckles to himself, (how'd I get so lucky..)

Looking at your sleeping figure, he pulls you into him and pulls the covers onto the both of you. Finally getting comfortable, he slowly sinks into the comfort of the sheets and dozes off to sleep with you.