#that just means I can be gone peacefully at work while the maintenance goes down

[rocwylde]

[utapri-imagines-scenarios]

HEAVENS with a S/O whom is a couch potato (y’know- sweatpants and a hoodie, fuzzy socks, sleeping loads, C H O C O L A T E, doesn’t do much with her appearance, doesn’t like to go outside and doesn’t unless she ran out of chocolate, then she’s going to a corner shop to purchase that brown goodness). Then, one night, S/O and her partner are invited to a fancy party- so he comes down looking swanky and she emerges like a GODDESS (styled hair, nice dress, makeup) and is like “let’s go”-Amy

HEAVENS reaction to their couch potato S/O dressing up for date night:

Yamato Hyuga

This boy is used to coming home drenched in sweat after a long work out to be greeted with a lazy and messy S/O. They would have a makeshift nest in the bedroom with all the snacks in a pile, dark circles under the eyes, and blanket draped over themselves as they binge watch an entire Netflix series. Perfect, exactly where he left them this morning. 

Yamato may seem like a freakish health nut, and he is, but he never forces exercise on his S/O - mainly because they would complain the entire time. He thinks it is kind of adorable how they get so immersed into a Netflix series or surfing on the internet for hours. However, he will draw a line if they begin to miss meals and completely ignore his presence. 

Date nights usually are planned on his gym cheat days - meaning lots and lots of carbs with junk food. He appreciates a nice binge every now and again. His favorite date nights are when he and his S/O go out to pick out a movie together and buy snacks, then come home and completely immerse themselves into each other. That is usually the only time where you will see Yamato show his softer side towards his partner. 

However, there will be a time when his S/O is invited to an important charity event that HEAVENS will attend. He is not worried about how they would dress, simply because he loves them no matter what they wore. However, when they did their big reveal out of the bedroom, Yamato was speechless. Sure, they would have looked hot with just a potato sack on, but something about seeing them dressed up formally just gives him something entirely new to appreciate about them. Expect plenty of compliments and showing off during the entire event.

Eichi Otori

A literal workaholic that seems to have never rested in their entire lives. Eichi honestly does not understand people who are very relaxed and prefer to stay home as opposed to working. However, having this type of S/O may be good for him! Having a partner who enjoys staying home in a comfy pair of fuzzy socks while eating sweets could be just the person to convince this young-old man to finally take a break. 

It is possible Eichi may melt into his S/O’s soft pleas for just a few minutes of cuddling, which may lead to hours - then whoops, an entire day is gone and Eichi is sleeping peacefully. You may even get Eichi addicted to some of your favorite shows if they are not overly ridiculous. However, similar to Yamato, Eichi will take on the roll of caregiver if he sees his S/O begin to neglect their daily obligations or life being strained by their habit. 

Date nights are far and few between, as you may expect. The poor boy is carrying a lot on his shoulders and may not have time to spend quality time with his love, however he does make up for it through specially planned dates or signs of affection. Dates are extravagant with Eichi, starting from the moment you wake up with a bedside note with breakfast to spending the entire day together that eventually ends with you both in each others arms in deep affections. 

Being the leader of HEAVENS, Eichi has certain expectations upon him and as his partner - so do they. He won’t nag them or micromanage what they wear to formal events, but Eichi will remind them of the type of event they are attending. However, all of his worries simply melt away at the first glance of his S/O walking towards him. He swears he has never believed in Goddesses before until now. Eichi would not bother to hide his wide smile and glint in his eyes, opting to hold their hand and place a gentle kiss on their knuckles before escorting them inside the doors. Expect plenty of bragging and compliments from him, he can’t help it! 

Van Kiryuin

Ms. Potato, please meet Mr. Potato. The boy may look high maintenance due to his amazing hair and style, but he is still a guy - and sloppy one at that. Only HEAVENS know the true side of Van, that he has a very messy room and loves to laze around instead of working. So of course having a similar partner is ideal for him and further enhances his habits. 

Van is simply smitten with his S/O in the first place, so a bare face and a few food stains on their clothes does not deter him away. If his S/O happens to be too shy to go to the corner store to restock on snacks, he is your boy! He would buy an entire shelf of chocolate if he just got a smile from you (or a kiss...he isn’t picky). Also, PLEASE wear one of his hoodies. He would literally die if he got to see his partner wearing one of his hoodies, especially if they were a smol S/O and have sleeve paws. 

Date nights are rare in your relationship, simply because Van is a busy guy and he also wants each to be special. However, he does make it a rule to do something together each Friday night. These nights usually consist of renting movies, going to a drive-in movie (While sneaking in snacks, of course), or perhaps just driving around in his car. 

Formal dinner parties are part of the glam when you are living the Idol life, so Van knows the drill when he has to make a good impression for the media and potential record label owners. When these events arise, he may be hesitant to invite his S/O simply because he knows they prefer to be comfortable in their own way and rather stay home. However, on the chance his S/O surprises him with a beautiful ballgown with makeup fully glammed up - Van is flustered. Who are you, and what did you do to his girl? While he loves that they put in the effort, he will make sure to keep an eye on them incase they get tired of walking in heels or the atmosphere gets too much. While Van loves to see his S/O dressed up, he can’t wait to get them undressed to see their true selves! 

Eiji Otori

Absolutely loves his little couch potato. Eiji loves nothing more than to come home after a long day of work to find his darling wrapped in a burrito blanket on the couch. Often he find them watching their favorite show without him - even if they agreed to watch those episodes together. 

He thinks that they are absolutely beautiful they way they are, no matter how many food crumbs are on their shirt or hair is knotted up in a bun - they are a vision of beauty to him. Eiji is also a huge softy, so it is not uncommon for his darling to coerce him to partake in lazy food fests.

When date night comes up he always takes in their comfort into account. He knows they are not one to dress up often - so he will opt to take them somewhere casual. However, what he did not know was his darling was planning to surprise him with a fancy dinner and romantic night out.

Hours of styling their hair and picking out the best fitting attire becomes minimal by the sheer reaction of the idol when he sees his normal potato turn into a beautiful flower. Seriously, who is this person in his home? Eiji is so shook and honestly cannot wipe the smile from his face! Although he loves his partner no matter what state, something about seeing them dressed up and clear eyed makes him wonder how they look on a special wedding day, hopefully in the future - if that date night goes well.

Shion Amakusa

This boy is probably a couch potato, too. He prefers the comforts of home and away from the overbearing crowds that come with being an idol. To have a lazy, cuddly S/O makes him feel at home and he enjoys their comfort in each other. If you are not careful, he will enhance his habits of not picking up for himself or postponing his work to the point of his own S/O nagging him. Shion honestly would use his partner as an excuse to stay home from practice or interviews because he is just too comfortable to leave their side. Please, someone give this boy structure in his life. 

If their shared home runs out of food, then it would probably be the responsibility of his S/O to run to the corner store for a quick snack. Usually Shion is good with keeping up with your stockpile of junk food goodies, but there are times his S/O catches him in the kitchen in the middle of the night snacking. Shion is a huge midnight snacker and will happily binge that chocolate cake you were saving in the fridge for later. 

Date nights consist of quite walks around the block and perhaps a nice visit in a secluded cafe that no one really goes to. Shion cherishes his privacy and does not want to involve his S/O in his public life - therefore he will choose simpler date nights. Although they may not be exciting, you can tell by the way Shion acts that he enjoys his alone time with his partner. When Shion goes on tour, dates are far and few between, so expect a lot of nights where it is just him and his partner comfortably embracing each other on the couch with a movie. 

Every once in awhile Shion may be forced to attend a formal gathering, so it is without question his S/O would also be invited and perhaps expected to be his date. During these times Shion will emphasize that they should just wear what makes them comfortable, they could wear sweatpants for all he cares. However, the moment he sees his lovely partner walking towards him in their beautiful dress and hair neatly fixed - the boy is smitten. He will slightly stumble on his words while trying to compliment them, he is just so shook. He may even feel a bit insecure next to his S/O because they are just so beautiful in his eyes, so expect an arm wrapped around their waist the whole night. 

Nagi Mikado

Honestly, the only one in HEAVENS that may have a problem with having a potato as a S/O. Nagi prides himself in being pristine, cute, and overall well put-together. While he adores his S/O, he can also be overbearing and may nag as his S/O to try and put an effort in their appearance. It is possible that this may lead to arguments in the relationship, however once time goes on Nagi may begin to embrace the potato side of his S/O. 

His S/O may have an influence on his diet, especially if they eat sweets. Nagi has a sweet tooth and may allow himself to indulge in a binge or two while spending time with his partner. He sees no harm in spending time with them and snacking on their favorite foods, just as long as they are together! Nagi is also a fan of wearing comfortable clothes, but they must be tasteful. You will often find S/O stealing his partners sweatshirts or fuzzy socks because, “they are much cuter than his”. 

When date nights come around Nagi would usually take the more comfortable route just because he is used to living on the road with HEAVENS and honestly nothing can beat spending quality time at home with his partner. However, he will often wonder what his partner may look like dressed up for a special dinner date or photoshoot together.

When Nagi sees his S/O dressed up for the first time in full glam, the boy is simply star struck! Please, someone check up on him. He cannot breathe and he is beginning to stutter at every word, no one has ever gotten the better of Nagi like this before. He cannot help but to survey his S/O and make them twirl around so he can get a better look. Expect plenty of comments and bragging on his part during your date - He cannot stop gushing about having the cutest partner out of HEAVENS and he will literally talk every mans ear off until they get the picture that they are his. 

Kira Sumeragi

Although Kira would not necessarily call himself lazy, he does have his flaws where he would procrastinate or completely avoid doing a task all day. Having a couch potato for a partner will only enhance his bad habits. Sure, he needs to be getting ready to practice with HEAVENS or go to an interview for TV - but doesn’t just laying here on the couch together feel nice? He loves to just put on cozy clothes and have his S/O lay their head in his lap while they immerse themselves in TV or afternoon naps

Rainy days are the worst, because Kira will simply fall into the trap of his S/O’s big puppy eyes and he will join them for a movie marathon or search the internet together. He will even order pizza if they do not feel like cooking, which is most likely. Kira also has no problems with going out to restock their snack stash in exchange for more lazy time together.

Date nights usually consist of going to a local park and eating out or perhaps seeing a movie - nothing really fancy or worth dressing up for. Kira knows that his S/O is more comfortable wearing just pants and a T-Shirt, which he is completely fine with. However, he does something wonder what they would look like if they perhaps dressed up a bit.

Once a special event arises that requires Kira to wear a suit, he is almost giddy with the thought of his partner dressing up as well. Once they are getting ready and reveal themselves, he is breathless. Their skin is clearer, eyes are bright with long lashes fluttering and their figure is decorated with a beautiful formal outfit. This is usually one of the rare moments that Kira will actually express himself and verbally compliment his S/O, almost to the point of worship. All through the night he doesn’t hide that small smirk tugging the corners of his lips as he watches people do a double take on his beautiful partner. 

[hellomissmabel]

“Breakfast in bed really isn’t that original, you dork”

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Chris Beck x reader

Warnings: FLUFFY with a tiny bit of sexual references

Word count: 1.688

Summary: After Chris returns to Earth, you are finally able to peacefully wake up in his arms again, or so you think.

A/N: Part of the Valentine’s challenge as hosted by @oneshot-shit (prompt in bold) and this is also for the amazing @writing-soldiers, seriously, go check her out!

The alarm goes off, the radio playing another song from the nineties hit parade. I mutter a remarkable series of profanities under my breath (FYI, I swear like a sailor) before my pointer finger makes contact with the right button and slamming it with all the might I can muster up at…

“CHRIS! IT’S FUCKING 6.30 IN THE MORNING!,” you yell at the top of your lungs, not even bothering to be subtle about your obvious dismay or if your outburst wakes up any of the neighbours as well.

Next to you, Chris groans and murmurs “I know, I did that on purpose.” His voice is gruff as a drowsy haze still covers him like one of the many blankets you use to stay warm given you both sleep in the nude and the nights tend to get a little chilly around the apartment, the heater working only when it feels like it. You make a mental note to call the maintenance guy once you finish giving your boyfriend an earful.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT? Chris, baby, it’s your first day back on earth,” you whisper forcefully as his arm reaches out to touch the empty space next to him, fingers tickling your naked skin as they try to catch you before you leap out of the bed so you can take a sip of the glass of water you have in case a sudden drought hits your throat in the middle of the night. All that screaming has made your throat run dry.

“It’s a surprise,” he replies groggily, missing the warmth of your body pressed against his. “Now come back here.”

You huff in response before climbing back in and snuggling up to his naked frame. Last night Chris came home from a 6 month long space mission and you celebrated his return with an intimate massage, the last thing you promised him before sending him off into the great big unknown, never knowing if he’ll make it out alive or get stranded on board, floating somewhere in the middle of thousands of inhabited planets, seeking out new life and new civilizations, going where no man has ever gone before and all that Star Trek jazz.

His nose nudges the shell of your ear as his lips brush your neck. “What kind of surprise did the good doctor Beck have in mind?” Your voice is velvety smooth as you tease his sculpted chest with your nails, slowly raking them further down until they reach his soft curls. You’re not the least bit surprised to see he’s got a little situation going on in the downstairs department, his morning wood proudly stroking his stomach.

“I think I know it already,” you hum mischievously, playfully biting his chiselled jaw as he releases a low moan. You blow a trail of raspberries down his neck and when your breath fans his collarbone, one of your fingers captures that single beat of precum leaking from the angry red tip of his now fully-erect cock.

“That’s not exactly what I had planned, Y/N,” Chris retorts with a tiny smile, opening one of his eyes and squinting as he adjusts to the sunlight streaming in, falling between the curtains of your master bedroom. You continue to gently ease his cock in one hand and palm his balls with the other until Chris hisses in delight and you hook your legs around his waist, turning to your side so he can experience for himself how turned on you are as well, your glistening wet folds rubbing against his aroused shaft.

“Y/N,” he tries again when your hips apply a little more pressure, the tip of his penis gingerly parting your labia. “If you don’t stop now you won’t get your surprise.”

A light frown creases your forehead and you sigh exasperatedly at his reluctance to indulge you. “Fine,” you relent, resting on your back again, eyes trained on the ceiling in disappointment.

Next to you Chris is grinning like the huge dork he is before pecking your lips and rolling over, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed before he makes his way towards the kitchen, swaying his hips exaggeratedly and you give his buttocks a playful squeeze before slapping them so he’d hurry up a bit and feed you, his already starving girlfriend, giggling as he gasps in mock scandal and shoots you an annoyed but highly smug smirk.

While Chris is tinkling with some kitchen utensils, no doubt preparing for a lengthy breakfast in bed (and perhaps some shower sex afterwards), you move to gather your clothes scattered all around the floor, settling on wearing a grey NASA t-shirt that reaches just below the curve of your ass. Five minutes later Chris emerges, still in his Adam’s costume, carefully balancing a tray full of tasty delicacies in front of you before grabbing his black boxer briefs from where he left them, adorning the armchair at the other end of the room.

“Breakfast in bed really isn’t that original, you dork. Next time, I want a blanket fort,” you smile softly as you connect your lips with his in a gracefully light kiss. His arms snake around your waist and he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your honey scent and just generally enjoying himself while watching you devour the food he so lovingly prepared.

“Then it’s good this wasn’t my surprise,” he retorts with a grin and you come to a halt mid-bite, your mouth showcasing the half-eaten scone you’d been munching on. It’s hardly elegant but it makes your boyfriend smile even wider so it’s worth all the embarrassment. Besides, Chris didn’t fall in love with you because you’re such a lady but because you’re adorable and clumsy and his favourite cuddle buddy of all.

“Well, what are you waiting for?,” you jokily shove his chest before lacing your fingers in his tousled locks and pulling him closer so you can place a tender kiss on his cheek, his face breaking into a huge smile.

“Maybe you should take a better look at that rose, babe.” Your eyes follow his as they fall on the rose neatly draped across the tray and from the corner of your eye you see Chris swallowing thickly, blood rushing towards his already rosy cheeks as a slight blush tints them a smidge darker.

“I’ll give you a hint. The petals contain the final clue.” He winks at you and you divert your attention back at the delicate rose in your fingers, noticing a faint blueish twinkle radiating from the heart of the red flower.

“Oh my God, Chris,” you clasp your hand in front of your mouth, too stunned by the engagement ring with a princess cut diamond staring you in the face to notice that Chris has slid off the bed and has walked over to your side, getting down on one knee right in front of you.

“Don’t cry yet, Y/N,” he laughs nervously and you let him take your hands in his. “Y/N, baby, I’ve been meaning to do this a lot sooner.”

His words are slurred with tears brimming behind those cerulean puddles of his and you try to suppress the hiccups originating from the invisible strings tugging at the corners of your fluttering heart, working their way up from the back of your throat and towards your kiss-swollen lips. They’re pleading to be caressed by the lips of this wonderful man, this extremely lovable man proposing to you with the most beautiful sapphire ring you’ve ever encountered, the colour almost an exact match to Chris’ eyes and you just know, you just know how much thought he’s put into finding the perfect ring for the occasion.

“YES!”, you exclaim, barely able to contain your excitement as you resist the urge to throw yourself on him, your hands and his both trembling in knowing anticipation.

“Y/N, please let me finish, will you?,” he smirks and you nod fiercely until the dizziness kicks in, mirroring the sweet smile playing on Chris’ lips.

“I have felt this way for a really long time, knowing in the pit of my stomach and from the bottom of my heart that it’s you and that it’s always going to be you. My life didn’t start until the day you joined our team, when you asked me what kind of doctor I was and I answered that I was a doctor of the soul. You released the sweetest of sounds when you snorted at how silly I was acting, given you were the new team psychologist, here to make sure we wouldn’t kill each other off in a psychotic frenzy before we could actually go on that next potentially life-threatening mission.”

Chris inhales deeply, smiling despite the anguish coursing through his veins, blurring his vision and making his entire system go breakeven. “Y/N Y/L/N, I will love you until my body stops working, my blood stops flowing, my heart stops beating and my lungs give out. Y/N,” he pleads, eyes earnest and voice shaking, “Will you let me love you through the darkest of days and until the end of times? Will you do me the honour and let me love you as my wife? Will you marry me?,” Chris asks, his blood pounding in his ears, followed by a hushed “Please say yes.”

He chews idly on his bottom lip, hoping your answer will be affirmative because he really doesn’t remember where he left the receipt of the ring thinking and hoping he wouldn’t need to take the cashier up on that return policy.

“I already said yes, you goofball!,” you reassure him and he chuckles at the cockiness in your voice, so soft and kind and full of love. You are practically glowing, your eyes flickering to his lips before locking with his.

A dry laugh escapes from his throat and you cradle his face in your hands, Chris tilting his neck so he can reach you better, releasing a long breath against the curves of your lips.

“Is this original enough for you?”

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