#softy hours

okay first of all, how did you know that this is my current weakness? for the sake of the story, we’re naming baby boy james (after Bucky so hush)

The bed is empty when you wake up, cool enough on his side to let you know that he hasn’t been gone for too long. You let yourself stretch like a cat; your muscles ache deliciously and you let out a small moan of satisfaction. 

You sit yourself on the bed and take a moment, reveling in the silence throughout the house. There’s a faint, sweet smell of fresh rain and you remember that your window is cracked open. It’s when you hear the birds’ singing to one another you push the covers off of you and make your way to James’ nursery. 

The sight before you makes your heart swell. You lean against the door, breathing in the blissful moment with a smile. Ben’s sitting on the rocking chair, shirtless. His body is comfortably slouched, James’ in only a diaper is laying on chest. 

Ben’s hand is carefully on James’ back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into James’ soft skin. You see the back of his head, his little curls coming in and you can hear him gurgling and cooing to Ben. 

Ben’s rocking gently, nodding his head to every sound that his son makes.

“I hear ya, buddy,” Ben replies after a particularly loud gurgle, “you’re especially vocal this mornin’, Mr. James Jones.”

You smile at that, Ben’s eyes meeting yours with a smile. He wiggles his brows at you and down to James. Another loud gurgle, James’ little fingers attempting to grip onto Ben’s skin but slips into a little fist.

“Hey, no violence against your da,” Ben playfully scowls. A soft gurgle. “Apology accepted.”

You laughed to yourself, pushing off the threshold to your boys. A kiss on Ben’s lips and a kiss against the soft head of curls. 

“I don’t think I’ll get over this little bonding exercise of yours,” you giggle. Ben arches a brow at you.

“This bonding exercise is how the little tike came to existence.” 

Thank for sending this, Sammy baby. I’m going to make this a head canon kind of piece💛

I think Ben would be nervous

especially if you’re coming from a background where you have a big family that’s super close and always in each others business

he’s chatting up with all your cousins and aunts, accepting drinks from your uncles

I don’t want to say it’s a culture shock to him, but it’s super exciting for him to be so interactive with so many people who have different backgrounds from his and from each other

always asking if you need a refill on your drink, or if you’d like more food

when your relatives ask about your relationship, ben speaks so highly of you and your family can tell that’s genuine and that he loves and respects you

ben asks people for their names a couple times because it’s so many new faces and he tries to remember them the first time he hears them but the nerves are messing with him

“you’re doing great, baby” you reassure him 

when ben mentions his career, majority of the relatives are like “yeah, we’ve heard! [y/n] is always talking about you!” 

your family is super impressed and love him so much

they mention that they have another family event in a few weeks and that they’d love to see him

Thank you for sending an ask, babe! I decided to go with a subtle “I love you” with the action of sharing umbrellas 

The rain came down fast and hard; you wouldn’t consider them drops but more like pelts. You sigh to yourself, hugging your coat closer to your body when the cool breeze brushes past you. 

The cool kisses your cheeks, your body shivering, goosebumps dancing along your skin. You pull your phone, looking down at the time, groaning because you’ve been stuck for twenty minutes and you weren’t sure how much longer the storm would going for.

You look up when your name is called. Joe’s standing under an umbrella with a big smile on his face. You return it, hugging your bag to your body and running to him, squealing when the heavy pelts hit your head and slide down your neck.

You almost crash into Joe and he’s laughing, his arm around your shoulder and hugging you close to his body. 

“Thanks baby,” you mumble against his coat. You glance up and see he’s still laughing. You look up at the umbrella. “You didn’t bring another umbrella?”

“Maybe I wanted to walk close to you on the streets of New York City, under the same umbrella while we talk about our days and proclaim our undying love for each other.”

His arms are folded over the balcony’s railing. The cool night breeze makes the shorter strands of blond dance in the air. The smell of nicotine and tobacco fill his nostril, his face turned upwards to the moon. 

A deep inhale in, he takes as much as his lungs permit. He likes the way the amber brightens when he inhales. A deep exhale and he’s releasing as much tension as he can, shoulders slouching and body no longer straight up.

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s woken up in the middle of the night, panic and anxiety pulling him awhile from the unconscious void. Another deep inhale. 

A warm hand ghosts over his back, lips to his shoulder. He exhales into the air before he peeks over his shoulder. You’re standing there with sleepy eyes, swollen eyes, and a face full of concern.

“You weren’t in bed so I came looking for you, love,” you murmur against his cool skin. He hums in response, face still turned towards you, eyes closed as he relished in the way your warm lips rested against him. When did it get so cold?

“You’re going to catch a cold like this, Roger,” you whisper. Your arms wrap around his waist, your face pressed into his back. 

He turns back to the dead cigarette, tossing it into the ashtray. He turns to you. You’re still wrapped around him, lips against his chest and eyes looking up at him. He decides to go back to bed. You look like you would appreciate a couple more hours. 

Ben’s eyes open to the four thirty nine in the morning darkness. He feels his chest rise and fall after swallowing a big gasp to keep from making any noise. His hand rubbing over his forehead, fingers picking up the cool liquid that gathers on his skin. 

Deep inhale, deep exhale. His heart rate slowing, his breath no longer short. One more deep gulp of air in and shuts his eyes again. His other hand slowly patting the space behind him, inching further and further away from him. 

Warm hands thread through to his and give a little squeeze, his own returning the favor. 

He turns onto his back, his head towards you. Eyes blinking adjusting to the darkness of the other side of the room behind you, he gives you small smile. You respond with another squeeze of the hands, curling into side and pressing little gentle kisses to his side. 

Ben’s lips are on your forehead as he exhales, inhaling the unique smell of you he loves so. He moves so that his chin rests on your head, your face at the level where you like to hide in his neck. 

we’re gonna go with 70′s Roger for this one :)

warnings: sexual implications

“I’ve never noticed your eyes were that color,” Roger mutters. 

Your eyes met his, a small and playful smile on your lips. Your eyebrows wiggled suggestively, your finger tracing down his chest to his bare pelvic bone, head turned so your ear rested on over his heart. Roger had lazy, loving smile on his face, his hand tracing over your back and down to your bum before giving it a light squeeze. 

“Your heartbeat’s really loud, love,” you articulated. A sharp smack and tingles of pain on your cheek cause you move your head to look up at him again. 

You love the way he looks beneath you. His bangs are parted in the middle, sticking to his sweaty forehead. Random tuts of hair stuck up, others matted down from the sweat. His toned chest glistened with a sheen layer of sweat, chest rising and falling under your chin. 

“You look pretty, baby,” you confessed, little kisses against his hot skin. 

In a swift movement, you were pinned under him. His hand cupped your cheek, nose running along the curve of your jaw. A kiss to the spot under your ear earned him a small giggle. 

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Laughter quieting, you looked up at Ben with a smile that caused your cheeks to hurt. The pain in your stomach subdued and you could feel the heat leaving your cheeks. 

“What?” you breathed out.

“When you laugh like that, it’s so beautiful,” Ben repeated, his hand cupping your cheek. His thumb wiped at the loose tear, his own lips splayed a smile across his face. “I love the way you laugh, it’s music to my ears.” 

“Ben,” you giggled when his nose nudged yours. “I love that laugh, I hope I’ll be hearing more of those joyful sounds,” Ben grinned. 

Your laughter picked up but when his fingers pinched at your sides, dancing amongst your skin, looking for each sensitive spot over your body, you couldn’t help the squeals of laughter. 

Scented candles and quiet music are playing through the bathroom. The murky, warm water soothing against your skin.

Your hair was tied up, back pressed against Ben’s muscular chest. Your head lied on his shoulder, your face turned away from him. 

One hand on his knee, sticking out of the water, and the other hand barely touching his arm; your fingers ghosted over his other arm. Ben’s soft voice joined the quiet song that played in the background. You weren’t paying attention. 

The movement of the bath water caused you regain your focus as Ben’s lips pressed against your hair, moved along to the shell of your hair. He was singing to you. 

“Be cool, relax, get hip,” Ben whispered. His lips moved to the spot right below your ear. He moved to gain more exposure and pressed soft kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder. His hand captured yours, your fingers were no longer dancing against his skin. 

“And get on my track’s, take a back seat,” you sang with a lazy smile on your face. You turned your head back to him. 

“Take a back-seat, hitch-hike, and take a long ride on my motorbike, until I’m ready,” Ben murmured as he kissed his way back up your neck to your cheek.

“Ready, Benny?”

‘Crazy little thing called love,” you both sang. You turned your face completely towards Ben and he pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss. 

“You big softy.”

“I love you, big softy’ is what you mean,” he giggles playfully.