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chaoticcraftybee · 4 years ago

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History class

Steve Rogers x reader

Word count; 4000 oops...

The only thing Steve hates more than bad language is Bullies. What will he do when he finds out that a student in his girlfriends history class has been giving her a hard time?

Warnings: Only a little self doubt.

A/N: HI everyone, I hope you enjoy this, it took way longer than it should have. I'm sorry if you don't like history, I hated it as well, but trust me, the end is kind of sweet, and there is also a little of 'protective Steve' I understand that some of the 'facts' in some parts are obviously wrong, but please don't worry, there is a reason for this.

Steve was sat in the corner booth of the restaurant, patiently waiting for his date. Glancing over his shoulder at the watch hanging above the bar he noticed that Y/n was late. This was unlike her, but just as he held his phone to his ear to call her, he saw her climbing out of the cab outside. His calm smile jumping to his lips when seeing his girlfriend.

Y/n tried to hurry up, knowing that Steve wouldn't mind too much, yet she does not consider it as an excuse. She followed the walkway to the restaurant where Steve was waiting inside.

Steve's face lit up when Y/n walked in. He stood as he smiled at her, taking her hand and pressing his lips to her cheek briefly “I am so, so sorry I am late.” Y/n said softly after a moment. Steve wondered if everything was doing okay, this simple gesture seemed to be more appreciated than normal. He simply smiled sweetly at her. “You look stunning” he tells her, obviously not paying attention to her apology since it didn't matter to him.

His effort worked since it made her blush and smile widely. Letting go of her hands he walked over to the table where he was waiting and pulled out a chair for her. His gentleman manners always made Y/n's day better.

Y/n and Steve had both had a long day, but for most of Steve's, he had to do mission rapports. It is definitely the part of the job that he hated the most. The man is a super soldier, not a desk worker, but yet paperwork is an important part of the job as well. While Steve was telling Y/n about his day, her normal, kind smile returned. Holding her glass of wine, she was hanging on each of his words, clearly enjoying the story he was telling her about a mission he wrote the report of today. For whatever reason this particular mission was ridiculous, and after the both were laughing about the end. Steve took a sip of wine. “Okay, Okay, tell me doll. How was your day?”

She shook her head. Firstly not wanting to talk about it, but started anyway. “My day.... it was crazy.” He smiled “Again?” she nodded “Today I seemed to have forgotten things I thought were common knowledge.” he raised a brow. “Things like?” setting the glass down, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, preparing to start to talk about her frustrations. “Well... things like the year The Golden Gate Bridge opened or how many terms president Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected for or even about The Titanic.” leaning forward she holds her face in her hands with her elbows on the table with a sigh.

Steve's eyes soften at her frustration. “Oh sweetie.” he starts, trying to find a way to comfort her. “Maybe you are overworked? You have been staying up longer lately. You could just be needing a break.” taking another sip of her wine she shakes her head. “That is exactly why. I've been doing so more and more, and it's embarrassing, my students have no trouble pointing it out.” With another sigh she looks back up at him. “I's sorry, I might just be going insane.” her voice soft as she sets the glass down. After barely doing so Steve reaches across the table, taking both her hands in his. His hands are warm and his touch calms her instantly, returning her smile to her lips.

The date goes on perfectly, after dinner and them sharing a slice of chocolate cake they walked to Steve's car. Just as they left the restaurant Y/n stood still for a moment as she pulled on her jacket. But of course this caught Steve's attention and he offered to help. She handed him the jacket and turned around. He held it up, letting her slip her arms in the sleeves.

As he flattened the collar something hard brushed against his hand. He froze for a moment, picking it off the back of her jacket and letting it roll to the palm of his hand. “What is this?” he questioned, already knowing the answer. Y/n turned around and looked at his hand. “What?” she asked, a little confused. He narrowed his eyes “This.” he lowered his hand so she could see the misshaped ball. Taking her gently by the arm, he pulls her to the side, away from the entrance pf the restaurant so they could speak.

“Is that a spitball?” he asked in disbelief, Y/n stares at his hand for a moment, “I thought I got everything off.” She tells him speaking softly. He frowns “What? Y/n where did it come from?” clearly confused as to what she is talking about. “I... Um, I wore this jacket to work, my um... student's must have shot me with it.” Speaking in a low tone she looks down embarrassed. After throwing the ball into plant pot behind her he sighs. “Y/n. Are your students maybe misbehaving?” looking down at her he understands that it could be embarrassing so her bends his knees so he could catch her eyes. “You can tell me.” he whispers when she hadn't answer him.

“They Um. They might be. I'm not really sure” Steve sighs. “How can you not be sure?” her hands move to the buttons of her jacket. “I don't know Steve. I feel like they might be up to something, but I can't figure it out. That is part of why I'm having trouble at school, Well, I think that is why.” Reading her body language he could tell she was feeling unsure of herself. Without thinking, he pulls her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her he holds her tightly “It's okay, don't worry about it Y/n.” She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing in deeply.

A while later Steve drove Y/n home. No matter how long they were dating, Y/n still felt butterflies in her stomach whenever they walked up to her front door for a goodnight kiss and the date ended.

The next day, Y/n went to work as usual, as far as she could tell, everything was going well. It was just after her lunch break when she was running a bit late to her class. When she walked in, her students quieted down. She started as planned “Good afternoon class, Today we will be continuing Major Events of The 19...” looking at the board “...30s” Trying to sound more optimistic around this class in particular. “Let's start with The Great Depression.”

As she went on as planned, she noticed a couple of students glancing at each other every now and then. But still, she couldn't really do anything about it, since they weren't doing anything wrong. Writing on the chalkboard, a balled up piece of paper hit the board beside her hand. Spinning around she looked at the students, but not one of them seemed to have threw it. Her eyes shot straight to the boy in the back of the class, Jeffery Kens. “Jeffery...” She spoke in a stern voice. Smiling he raised his hands “Honestly, that one wasn't me” she looks to the other kids in the classroom. “Come on guys, give me a break.” turning around she went on “As I was about to ask, who can tell me who or what ended The Great Depression?” writing what she said to the class, another paper ball hit her. This time it landed on the back of her head, hurting more than it should. The class giggled for a second but when she turned they all looked to their books.

Y/n spun around “Seriously, next time one of you do something, pop quiz for everyone. And yes, those points will count in the final exam.” slamming the book she had in her hand on the table, yet, none of her students seemed to remember how tough she used to be. Their amused faces made Y/n wonder for a moment if that was what they wanted. So she decided to give them what they wanted. “Fine, have it your way.” she walked around her desk to the aisles slowly walking.

Holding her arms behind her back she spoke to the class. “I will be asking you all questions, then I call upon someone. Each answer wrong will earn you a punishment. So let's begin.” She hides a smile when the students all sank in their seats. “No way out of this. In what year were women granted the right to Vote? Susan, answer this for me.” the girl with a pink bow in her hair looked over her shoulder “In August 18th 1920.” Y/n nodded

“That is correct, next question, a earthquake hits San Francisco, leaving 500 dead or missing, what year did this happen? Henry, you take this one.” A boy who was riding on his chair looked at Y/n “In 1908.” Y/n shook her head. “That is wrong. It was in 1906.” the kid sitting in front of him raised his hand. “Actually Miss, you are wrong, it says it here in the school book it was 1908.” Y/n wanted to roll her eyes, but instead stopped at the student's desk, reading what he was pointing at. She soon realized that it was in fact 1908. blinking twice she stood up in disbelief. “Oh, I'm sorry Henry, you were right.” speaking softly she brushed it off. “Okay Lizzy, Charles Lindbergh was a famous aviator, what year did he across the Atlantic Ocean?” the girl didn't even bother to think “1926” she said loudly. And Y/n sighed, a little disappointed “I'm afraid you are a little early. It was in 1927.” Jeffrey shook his head. “Wrong again Miss, this is what the book says.” She shot him a look, walking over to Lizzy, she picked up her book, it already being open on the right page, she paused for a moment while she read. She frowned. “You seem to be right Lizzy. I'm sorry honey.”

Y/n went over to her desk, opening her bottle of water and taking a sip. She wonders if she might be forgetting more things then she should. Turning to her class she tries to go on, finding that making a mistake a second time in a row might not me good for her class after hearing their giggles, she decides to ask more obvious questions. “Jeffrey, what year was pearl harbor.” feeling more comfortable with this question. “December 1939.” he answered proudly as Y/n sighed. “That is wrong. It was in 1941” walking to the front of the class “Actually, according to the school book it was....” Y/n snapped and cut him off “...I don't care what the book says, it happened in 1941, you cannot change that fact no matter what curriculum.” She yells from across the room to him, instantly regretting it, covering her forehead with her hand out of frustration as her class looks at her with wide eyes.

While this was happening, Steve had just arrived, he had nothing else do for the rest of the day. For some reason he kept on thinking about how upset Y/n was the last night about her class, so he decided to stop by and see if her day was going better. Still wearing his Captain America suit he approached the doors of the school. As if the woman was sent the Principal just happened to be at those doors. The woman couldn't believe who she was seeing. “Captain Rogers, what a pleasant surprise.” She smiled widely, holding her hand out to him. “My name is Principal Judy Gray.” “Ah” Steve smiles, taking her hand and shaking it gently. “To what do we owe the pleasure Captain?” He looks toward the hallway “I was hoping to stop by and see my Girl, Miss Y/L/N, if that would be alright.” She laughs. “Oh, I had no idea the two of you were seeing each other, but of course captain go right ahead.” crossing her hands in front of her she smiles widely. “Where would I find her?” He asked politely. Judy pointed down the large hall. “If you go down the hall, turn right, it's the last door on the left.” Looking toward the hall he nods, “Thank you Ma'am.” “Oh, and Captain Rogers.” she stops him for a moment. “Please, do feel free to do as you wish, I give you full authority of my students, especially when they are up to no good.” The slight laughter in her voice lets him smile as he starts walking. “Thank you Principal Gray.”

Y/n took a deep breath, thinking about dismissing the class so she could get her facts straight. She started second guessing what she actually knows. Just as she went for another drink of water, she freezes when seeing Steve looking through the window by the door, his happy genuine smile makes her feel calmer already. It felt as if he has been sent to her for some reason. Opening the door, he hoped to enter the class without being noticed, but the expression on her face caused the entire class turn to look at the door.

She ignored the looks she got from her students and walked straight to him. Lowering her head when hugging him, he flashes a smile to the class as the whispers begun, but looked down to Y/n “What are you doing here?” she asked , her face pressed against his suit. “I was in the area, just thought I should stop by. You okay there doll?” He smiled kindly at her, already knowing the answer. Shaking her head slightly she took his hand when stepping back. “You actually came at a bad time.” her voice low, trying to keep her thoughts together. Steve raises a brow. “Everything alright?” he matches her volume. “You know, it's fine.” smiling up at him she squeezes his hand “Well, mind if I stick around for a while, I'll be right outside?” “Not at all.” feeling that his presence near by would either help her, or it could make everything even worse.

Reluctantly letting go of her hand he nods to the class before leaving, closing the door behind him but still standing within earshot. Y/n turns to her students and picks up where they left off speaking loudly as she did before. “What year did President Harding pass away? Jonah, this one is on you.” there is a pause in the classroom, as if everyone was holding their breaths for some reason. “In 1927.” he responds. “That is incorrect.” she tells him, not having a doubt in her mind. “But the school...” Y/n stops Lindsey before she could finish. “That does not matter. He died in 1923. You are wrong Jonah, and so are you Lindsey” Jeffery sat back in his seat. “So you are expecting us to know that you think you know and not what the books are leaning us? And when we get it wrong, we get punished? You are being very unfair Y/n.” She hadn't even noticed the use of her first name, but Steve, who was listening outside, did.

He knocked on the door softly, just so Y/n could hear him. When turning to him, so did the class, and they started shooting worried glances to each other “Yes Captain, do you need something?” her voice soft, holding in her thoughts as she smiled at him. Knowing his girlfriend well enough, he knew how she was feeling, and entered the room, closing the classroom door. He walked up to her whispering in her ear. “I think you are right. Something is wrong.” She looked up at him, confused. “But I feel fine.” She whispers back. “Not with you.” Taking a step back he stands in the middle of the chalkboard, looking at the students staring at him. Before he spoke, I turned to Y/n, then reaching to her desk, the took a tissue from the box then turned back to her. Carefully he picked something out of her hair with the tissue, it looked to her like a fresh spitball. The expression on his face was not as kind as it was just a second ago. Seeing him toss the ball in the trash, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. That is when Steve whispered. “May I take over for a moment?” to which she nodded, sitting down at her desk.

He took his place again in front of the chalkboard, hand behind his back. “What year did the U.S. become part of World War II?” He simply asked, the students in front of him look at each other with wide eyes. The tone of his voice made it clear that he wasn't to be messed with. The class was quiet longer than Steve felt they should be. “I asked a question, you...” pointing to the boy seated closest to Y/n “...Answer the question.” and after a pause he shook his head. “I don't know.” Steve glanced at Y/n, before choosing another student. “Fine. You...” Looking to the girl behind him “....What year?” she looks over her shoulder, then says “Um, 1946. Sir.” He shook his head. “I'm afraid not. It happened in 19...” Jeffery who had a smile on his lips interrupted him “...That is not what the books said.” a hint of pride in his voice. Y/n wanted to silence the boy but saw the look on Steve's face and just sat back, still as confused as she was before.

Steve walked up to Jeffery's table. “What was that?” his words cold. Yet it didn't stop him. “The school books says it 1946. It's not my fault.” Pointing to the book in front of him. Steve leaned forward, finding that the book did say so. Y/n noticed that he was looking longer at the book then was necessary. That was when she saw a slight smile after he shook his head. He placed his hand on Jeffery's desk and looked the boy in the eyes. “Listen son, I went under the ice in 1945. The war was already taking place. It definitely started in 41. Besides, this is wrong because...” he lifted the page of the book, revealing that the page he was referring to was loose in the book. “...This is fake.” The boy in front of him sunk in his seat.

Y/n sat up in her seat, not believing what Steve found. He turned around, holding the page in the air. “Does anyone else know about this?” nobody made a sound. “Shut up.” Jeffery said through his teeth to the other kids. Which hit one of Steve's nerves. “Stand up!” he almost yelled at him. Jeffery did as he asked, but took his time. “Now, drop and give me 5 push-ups.” Jeffrey rolled his eyes “You can't tell me what to do.” Steve took a step closer, almost standing in the boy's face. “Your Principal cane me full authority to do as I pleas. DO NOT test me. Now, drop and give me 10.” He could see that Steve wasn't messing around. “Fine.” then he drop to the floor. “That is 'Yes Sir' to you”

Steve picked up the page and turned to the rest of the students. “I'm not asking again. Who else knew about this?” slowly making his way to Y/n, Lizzy spoke up. “He made us all part of this.” Steve glanced back to Jeffery, before asking her “Why?” She looked up at him “To make Miss Y/L/N look bad.” “And to get out of work so that it looked like our books are written wrong.” Another boy said. “Hey” Jeffery started. “You all agreed to make her look bad. Don't pin this all on me.” Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing, Steve saw it on her face. “Jeffery, get up.” He ordered the boy. As he got back on his feet Steve crossed his arms, standing close again. “Listen to me now, because I will not repeat myself. From the moment you leave this classroom, you will be Miss Y/n's personal assistant, and you will not be receiving extra credit.” The boy had a completely different attitude about it, but still wanted to fight against it. “My father will hear about this.” he spoke in a low voice, so Steve bent down to his level. “Go ahead. You seem like the kind that will run to your father.” he matches his tone, his words impacting him more than a punch to the gut would have. “Do you think that he would approve of your actions? Either way, you will do as Miss Y/n says, no matter the time of night or the day in the week. And if you don't...” He looks to Y/n, knowing that she wouldn't do anything too harsh to the boy. “...well, let's just say that I will be hearing about it.”

Looking back at the boy , he seems to understand Steve completely. “If there is one thing I hate, it would be bullies.” He tuns his back to him and walks back to Y/n. “As for the rest of you.” he spins around to look at all the students. “Since you all were in on it, you...” He looks out the window to the football field just outside. Pointing to the other side “...will run to the other side of that field, and back twice.” Everyone sighs, sinking in their seats and moan. “And after that, each one of you will be given a brush and bucket and WILL clean up the graffiti on the walls. Wherever it is. Now, GET UP.” He yells, they do as he says, quickly this time. “Start running. I will be watching from inside and when you are done, I will personally see that the rest will be done. GO!” he tells them and they scatter out of the building.

When the room was empty Steve looked to Y/n, who was sitting back in her seat. “You okay?” his words soft as she looks up at him. “How?” she shook her head, his smile returning to his lips. “The page numbers.” He starts, leaning against the desk beside her as he smiles down at her. “The numbering was wrong, left was 36, the right was 59.” It was quiet for a while when Y/n placed her hand over her one eye, feeling silly. “I thought I was going crazy, forgetting important things.” Steve shook his head, reaching out and taking her hand. “No no no. It wasn't you.” speaking softly to her she relaxes in his touch, looking down. “I was really staring to doubt myself.” “Oh Honey.” he raises her hand to his lips, holding onto her arm gently as he pressed his lips to the back of her hand. “You shouldn't do that.” Y/n stood up, standing in front of him and hugs him. Only when he wrapped his arms around her he realized how bad she was feeling. Breathing in deeply on his shoulder, taking in his scent she smiles slightly. “And yet, you came in and saved the day.” Gently holding her head with one hand behind her head he kissed her forehead. “It's no big deal.” He whispers.

They stood like this for a while when Y/n looked over his shoulder and out the window. “I think you have students to attend to.” smiling as they watched the kids almost rolling on the grass on their way back. “They seem to be dying.” Y/n laughed. “Yeah, I should put them to work.” Steve spoke softly since he was holding Y/n so close. She took a step back, letting Steve stand up straight. “Are you sure you are going to be okay?” he asks when opening the classroom door. Y/n smiles up at him, it being as bright as it was the previous night. “I am now. Thank you for asking. Besides, I have a assistant now.” Steve leans against the door frame “Good. Just checking. We still have that date tonight?” Sitting back down she nods “Yes, movie night at my house.” Steve laughs “That's right. Okay, have a nice day. I'll see you tonight.” She blows him a kiss before he closes the door and leaves

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chaoticcraftybee · 4 years ago

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In His Arms

Steve Rogers x reader

You never really liked nights. One evening you find yourself woken up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. Luckily he is with you this time.

A/N this isn’t something big. i just thought about it and decided to post my first one shot before i can stop myself again. I’m not sure how long it would be

Word count: 1300

Warnings: Fluff, Nightmares

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She sat up in the bed. breathing heavily, digging her fingers into the pillow that was once under her head. The lights from outside the Avengers base shining into the room. Taking a minute or two before she realizes that it was just a dream, she feels that she can’t be alone at this moment and leaves her room. Not wanting to bother any of the Avengers with her silly problem she tip toes to the kitchen for a glass of water.

She sighs when pouring a glass of water from the fridge as the images from her nightmare flashes in her mind. Standing alone in the dark she hears movement not far from her in another room. Hoping she might find Nat or Tony or at least somebody she knows, she walks toward the noise barefoot and silent.

Peaking into the room, she smiles widely when seeing Steve at a desk filling out paperwork. He looks up and returns the smile. “Y/N, Hey. I thought you were asleep.” looking back at the paperwork, holding his smile. “I was. I just woke up... for water...” Entering the room she walks up to her boyfriend, standing behind him, looking over his shoulder “Why are you up?” she asked in a low tone. Steve thought something was wrong, but wasn’t really paying attention. “Just doing the reports of the last mission. Having you here for the weekend almost made me forget about it.” He chuckles “Oh I’m sorry.” Y/N whispers smiling faintly and slowly walks out from behind him toward the open windows overlooking the training yard outside.

Raising a brow Steve looks up from the folders and stacks of reports on his desk to Y/N, watching her walk. “You okay?” he questions when he notices something is clearly off with his girlfriend. Reluctantly Y/N shakes her head, looking outside since she knows Steve is watching her. “Nightmare” she whispers.

They haven’t been dating long enough for Steve to know exactly what to do when she is feeling like this, so he is a little confused then hearing this. He moves his chair away from the desk but stays seated. “Do you want to talk about it” speaking softly he pays attention to her body language. Y/N crosses her arms, her back toward Steve as she tries to push away the memory of her nightmare. “It’s alright. i get them all the time.” Glancing over her shoulder she flashes him a smile. “I’ll be alright.”

“One more *Alright* and i would have thought you were lying.” He tries to lift the mood but Steve could see that it obviously didn’t work. “I was actually kind of happy when you fell asleep on the sofa. Now you are telling me it happens alot, i feel bad.” She shook her head, turning her eyes forward, into the night. “No, no, no. It’s really okay. that’s why i don’t like sleeping unless i have to. It’s been happening for a while, I can’t really do anything about.” Trying to make it sound funny, she chuckles. “I’m fine.” Making sure to not use *Alright* again

It was quiet for a while. “What happened? Tonight, i mean. In the nightmare?” Steve whispers, not sure what she wants him to do. Y/N tries her best to hold her emotions in. “Bees...” she whispers barely loud enough for Steve to hear. ”Oh.” He responds, sitting back in his seat. “I had no idea you were afraid of them.” Her eyes focuses on something on the distance, her hands slightly shaking when thinking back to the nightmare. “I’m not.” Speaking a little louder then before. “My younger sister however, she’s deadly allergic...” Y/N’s voice cracks and she closes her eyes as she tries to keep herself together.

Steve had just about enough. She hears the chair crack and roll away. Bringing her hands up to hide her face she lowers her head. She felt the heat of his body at her back, but before she could do anything, strong arms wrap around her waist and holds her tightly. His body gently presses up against her back and she feels his head rest on her shoulder. “What happened?” he whispers. Holding her eyes closed with her hands she wipes away the first tear before going on. “We, we were just walking. i tripped over something and fell, when i looked up... a beehive... it dropped and broke on the floor between us...” Feeling his arms squeezing her gently, she lowered a hand and held his forearm. “...we ran...” she went on. “...we ran to the house, i went in first, but... but the glass door... it, it slammed shut behind me, i couldn’t open it... she, she was locked out...”

Feeling her body shiver softly after she went quiet, he whispers “It was just a dream. You are alright, it’s not real” holding her in his arms, he held her as if she could break under his touch. “It’s okay.” He whispers as she let her fears and tears go as she felt them. Gently kissing her neck he tried to calm her down.

After a while she seemed to feel better. “It’s alright Sweetheart.” He whispers, standing up and gently let her go for a moment so he could turn her around. Facing Y/N he locks eyes with her, “Oh darling...” slow and carefully he pulls her into a hug with one hand and wipes her tear stained cheeks with the other. “It’s Just a dream. You know that?” She feels his breath on top of her head and tries to hide her face in his chest. Feeling his arms wrap around her again she feels so much safer than before.

“I’m sorry, i don’t want to bother your work.” she says against his shirt. Steve smiles. “No, don’t worry, It can definitely wait.” His one hand holding her head to his chest carefully, his fingers gently resting in between her hair. Feeling him holding her like this makes Y/N’s heart flutter as she closes her eyes, just enjoying this moment.

Pressing a kiss on the top of her head as he stands he asks: “Is that why you hate going to sleep? How often does it happen that you have nightmares?” feeling her nod he sighs when she tells him “Almost every night.”

“Okay, that’s it.” he states, taking a step back away from Y/N he picks her up bridal style before she could do a thing. Smiling when she is picked up, she looks up at him, hanging her arm around his neck. “What are you doing?” He leaves the room “I’m putting you to bed.” he answers, speaking in a lower tone when walking down the passages so he doesn’t wake anyone.

Carrying her to his bedroom, he makes smiles down at her. They enter Steve’s bedroom and he carefully sets her down on the bed and covers her with is blankets. “Are you okay? Do you mind being here? Do you need anything?” he hesitates for a moment. But Y/N smiles sweetly up at him. “I’m alright. Thank you Steve.” His smile returns when he walks around the bed to his side. Lifting the blankets he holds his hand out to Y/N, his palm up “C’mere” She takes it without thinking about it and moves closer. “Thank you.” She whispers, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He pulls her closer, feeling her small frame against his, he wraps her in his arms tightly “Thank you for listening.” Y/N says again as they tangle their legs “Of course. that’s why I’m here for. kissing the top of her head, he feels her relax,

Y/N smiled up at him when closing her eyes *if all my nightmares end like this, i wouldn’t mind as much.* she smiles

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