lover girl

He secretly loves when you fall asleep on him. Whether it’s movie night, after a mission, or just a lazy day—you curled against his chest, soft breaths warming his collarbone? He goes still as stone and refuses to move until you wake up naturally.

He’s extremely protective of your nap time.

“Hey—Y/N’s sleepin’. Shut it.”

“Don’t even think about knockin’ on that door.”

“No, you can’t borrow the vacuum right now, Scott. Pick a different day to annoy me.”

He learns that waking you up is a delicate process. Gentle voice. Warm hand on your back. A whispered, “C’mon, sweetheart. Just for a sec.”

Over time, you start noticing the subtle ways he encourages your sleep habits: The blackout curtains. The space heater by the bed. A new, softer pillow that “just showed up” one day. The fact that he’s already made the bed when you crawl into it after midnight.

And if he ever catches you fighting sleep—dragging yourself around the house, yawning every five seconds—he just sighs, scoops you up, and grumbles, “quit bein’ stubborn. You need rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

After a while, he stops pretending to be annoyed by your sleep habits. Instead, he builds his day around them. He’ll go do his workout, run errands, finish a Danger Room session—and still make it back in time to sneak into bed with you during your 2 p.m. nap.

He becomes a nap convert. Not because he needs it, but because you’re there. You’re warm, soft, and smell like his T-shirt and lavender lotion. It’s addictive.

He lives for mornings when you’re half-asleep and clingy. You drape yourself over him like a blanket, bury your face in his chest, and mumble incoherent sleepy nonsense. He just kisses the top of your head and grunts happily. “You’re real sweet when you’re unconscious, y’know that?”

You once mumbled “don’t leave” in your sleep when he got up to grab something. He sat back down immediately and didn’t move for the next hour. Just stared at you like a lovesick idiot.