#dsaf x reader

[magicalbunbun]

the reason why I'm drawing Y/n is because because of that one book

[the-acid-pear]

I think Peter's love language is physical touch (like a sign of care and trust, conveying something words cannot etc). I think in the context of a relationship the inability to initate a kiss would.be a huge pain in the ass for him (not only bc the lack of lips but also bc he'd have to Straight Up Headbutt Them pretty much) having to settle for just outright asking verbally or not for them. Which is the second best thing, really. No lack of lips will stop this man from getting or placing a smoochie.

[ihatemedkitsm]

Hehe. Matt (Dsaf) x reader

You’re the janitor of Freddy Fazbenders. You and your coworker Matt were strolling through pizzeria. He slides his hand into yours. Your hold it back. Not saying anything. He points out where shenanigans had happened you guys make a stop at the prize corner. You begin cleaning over there. His gaze is fixated on you. Blush on his face, his smile like always. But more real. You arch over down to the ground to pick something up. His gaze looks back and fourth from you. You finish cleaning and walk back to the supply closet for the prize corner, your gaze fixates on everything. Walls lined with plushies and cheap plastic toy. He walks behind you. Chuckling and commenting “heh, yeah, nice for a fazbenders.” He chuckled. His smile soft. Your favorite thing., his smile.. it’s so.. perfect. Most people say it’s scary. Rude. Or vile. But no.. you find it just so beautiful.. it’s warm.. soft.. it’s his.. you chuckle. A slight blush forming on your face. He points to a back room. Saying to follow him to it. You stepped in. It’s off camera. It smells of musk and sweat. Two spring-lock suits in there, you hear a voice ring. It was your phone headed boss calling for Matt. Matt scurried to go see what he wanted you were left alone. You were about to leave the room when,. None than other Dave showed up. That stupid purple skinned spring lock scarred co worker of yours. He made you and offer, tell him about Matt.. or. No Las Vegas for you! You had no idea what to do. GORE TW STARTS HERE!

Backing up a bit. Dave pinned you to a wall. Chuckling. You declined. He seemed mad. He got angry. He pulled out a knife. And pointed it to your throat. When you heard the door open. It was Matt. He yelled at Dave. Asking him what he was doing. He persisted that he was just messing around. But when Matt tried to get you out of this situation. But when he came near. Twist. You felt a burning on your side. You gasped for air. Barely being able to breath. You let out a whimper as tears formed in your eyes. Twist. You felt your organs twist Synchronized with the knife in your side. Your wheezed. Coughing out your own blood. He rushed to your aid, as your fell onto the ground your knees Buckled. The soft faint screams coming from your mouth, he grabbed you by your neck and waist. He bent down on a knee right there next to you. He cried. His tears falling onto your blood remains from your coughing. Wiping them off each salty tear at a time. You used some of your final strength to place a hand on his cheek. Giving him a. Soft warm smile. He looked back at you. He slowly bend his face down to yours. Pulling you in for one last kiss. The taste of iron from the blood invading his sense. You slowly lost your hearing.l you couldn’t hear him, you gave back into the kiss. Him sobbing. You felt the tears stream down his face and into yours. You lost your sight. Nothing was visible. Only thing you felt was him, and soon. Everything was lost. Matt held your dead body. Cursing Dave’s name. As you died. 

End!

word count! 598, (I think..)

@owlthehybrid (tag vin in this or smth..)

[russ14n-r0ul3tt3]

guess what guys

hey uhm I'm bored so pls send me dsaf fanfic requests through my ask box they might take a bit to get done but ye

WILL DO:

-canon x reader

-canon x oc

-angst

-fluff

-hurt/comfort OR hurt/no comfort

-canon ships (within reason)

-blood/mild gore

WILL NOT WRITE:

-smut

-non-con

-p3dophilia

-problematic ships

-descriptive svicide/sh

-literally anything weird

thabk u and pls send me requests I'm bored

[icyfell]

Happy FNAF Eve, all <333

Full picture below the line!! NSFT WARNING!!!

[tiredcatboysinc]

...Darling, I don't have a mouth.

I come back after months (?) of silence just to hand you a shittily written DSAF fic at 5am because I fucking love Steven and I'm coping that my dialtown payment won't go through /hj -Eddie🐶

Summary: You know, in hindsight, this was a fucking moronic idea. What kind of idiot brings their phone headed boyfriend lunch? The fucker doesn't have a mouth!!

Warnings: Swearing, crack treated seriously

Ao3

You know, in hindsight, this was a fucking moronic idea. What kind of idiot brings their phone headed boyfriend lunch? The fucker doesn't have a mouth!! He can't eat it!! Not to the mention the lack of internal organs!! Ya know, from becoming a phone headed bastard.

But hindsight is 20/20, and you probably need glasses. Like really fucking bad... No I'm being serious, you probably should reschedule that eye doctors appointment. When was the last time your eyes had been looked at? Like 2 years ago?... Yeah, you gotta get these puppies looked at - and soon.

You don't need another incident... It's only funny so many times when you point at a cat and ask what kind of dog it is.

And you think Steven is starting to genuinely worry about you at this point... Speaking of Steven!! The phone headed bastard in question was no where to be seen, which honestly was a little bit odd.

Normally when you came to visit him at work, whether that was to annoying or just fuck off and wander about, Steven could usually be found either in his office or the main lobby - but you couldn't seem to locate him in either, not right now at least...

A puzzled hum left your pursed lips, the noise almost entirely drowned out by the sounds of children in adject rooms. God, you always forgot how loud this place was... Yeah, it was a entertainment pizza joint meant for kids, so honestly, you shouldn't be that shocked to hear kids screaming in joy and running around - but it always hurt your ears, even if just a little bit.

But that was besides the point, because now you were rotating in place, in the middle of the lobby, in front of the prize corner - and you could feel Matt staring at you, judging you... Silently.

"Are you like the warthful eyes of God or something?" You suddenly chimed up as you stopped your spinning, slightly wobbling on your feet as the momentum came to a stop. Oh god, you honestly might throw up. The combination of looking Matt dead in the face while having just spun in several circles was making you sicker than any salmonella would even dare to.

...You wonder if you punched him directly in the face if it would sink like playdough...

Sorry, intrusive thoughts. You shouldn't be thinking that about your boyfriends employee's, he'd never let you live it down if you got banned from Freddy's - all because you punched Matt for no reason.

"Well, now I am." Matt finally spoke, breaking a very awkward streach of silence. "Are you looking for Phone man?" He asked, completely brushing over everything that had just happened.

Your cheeks lit red in embarrassment, brows furrowing. "Yeah..." You grumbled out, a sigh of frustration escaping you.

Slightly you shifted on your feet, tuning out the rest of whatever Matt was saying - you didn't really care, you'd just go wondering and find Steven on your own... Then you could give him his lunch, just like you'd planned.

"Uh huh... Okay, I'll go look there." You murmured, giving Matt a dismissive wave - finally departing from the prize counter.

Your shoes clicked on the tile floors as you walked, the paper bag crinkling quietly by your side. Where could Steven even be? The only other places you could think was the safe room, or the pirates cove.

...Pirates cove sounds about right.

So you turn around, mind set on heading towards pirates cove - only to slam face first into someone's chest.

You fumble backwards, face red as you begin to apologize profusely. It's only when you're half way through your 15th 'oh my god, I'm so sorry!', you look up - and Steven is trying is best not to burst a fucking seam laughing.

"YOU-" As your outburst begins, so does Stevens. He curls over on himself, busting out in staticy and broken laughter - the noise a familiar sound, comforting and yet incredibly embarrassing. A groan leaves you, head falling into your hands. God, hindsight really is 20/20. And your vision is anything but.

"Oh my foxy... That might have been the funniest thing that's happened all week..." Steven chokes out, laughter slowly dying into a soft coaking of a chuckle. You only grumble in response, reaching out to lightly punch his arm - to which he only chuckles at.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He finally sighs out, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you back against him chest - kind of like a half hug, half cradle. "But what're doing here? Did you need something?" Steven tilits his head, the curious motion making him look more innocent than he actually is.

"I brought you lunch.." You murmured, adverted eyes looking down at paper bag clutched in your hand. There was a pause, a beat of silence as the words processed to Steven.

"...Darling, I don't have a mouth."

[feralreason]

( cont. @salvenged )

❝ You're hilarious, kid ! ❞ They are about the same age. Another slap on the back! ❝ Y'wanna see what I do while on the clock ? Heh ! Yeah ya do ! ❞ HE IS STILL SLAPPING THEM ON THE BACK.

❝ C'mon ! This-a-way ! I'll show ya the bathrooms ! ❞ And Dave is reaching for their hand. He WILL pull them along with little regard for their arm socket.

❝ That's where we'll find the GOOD water . . . ❞

[pennycat83]

Dave Miller x Reader

Rescuing a Wet Cat

(In the ever immortal words of the Candy Queen, "No requests, I only do originals!"

I'm working on the full thing on my website, I'll update this with the link once I got the second chapter down.

-P.C)

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Rain lashed at the windows, the cheap florescent strips above twitching with the storm. Most of the abandoned garbage outside slamming against the windows to get in. "So...you got a ride?", "nah", "Godspeed my man". There was a slight snap in how hard their bosses number dial turned to them. "I'm sorry employee,Godspeed, to your boss?", "sub boss, I mean for fucks sake we're 'bout five minutes from joining Dorothy in Oz!".

He looked away, "uh-huh, bus then?", "probably...". They began mentally preparing as the bulbs above went out. "So who's doin' the night shift?", "I 'unno, sucks for them though". The two began making their way down the street, "see ya", "night". They hunkered under the meager shelter above.

'He wasn't in today'. They ignored it to the best of their abilities as they rummaged around in their bag for spare change, but it had been something they kept thinking about. Granted, the less annoyances and 'totally not hanging with me and my psycho dad-boss' missing kids was a blessing for a day, until it dragged into a week. Was he ok? It felt corny to go to his place and check, but after Henry's death the paranoia of his un-ending glare at them whenever they dared linger around the driveway eased down somewhat. 'Ghost's probably gonna fuckin' start tho'.

"Sorry love, the bank gave this place up to us after the owner's kid stop paying". Que? So...wait. They mimicked the same wall eyed processing stare they used to do to annoy Henry as they processed the information. The light from the doorway sliding shut, 'so...he's...homeless?'. They looked around slightly, the rain had let off enough so they weren't slip skating around the sidewalk, but it still irked their hand into clasping against their coat hood. "So then where...".

They skulked around the property slightly. Nothing outstanding aside from the old reeking odor of iron now being washed out by the storm.

They continued checking every corner of the street until they stopped by a convenience store, the dumpster... Sure enough, they hesitantly opened it to reveal a familiar long necked eggplant. What little items he had gotten from Henry were clutched to his chest as he struggled to cover himself with newspaper. "Jesus christ...", they muttered slightly as they opened the lid fully. Most of the rain had already began shifting him in his sleep but after a few shoves he sprung up weilding a photo he had been clutching.

"Yo", "the hell do ya want!", "I mean...". They stood there for a bit. "Oh this? nah it ain't nothing! Jus' ya know, tryna-", "you're sleeping as close as possible to Henry's so you feel like you're still in his place whilst also not gettin' caught by the bank, homeowners or police". "No I'm not...".

They sighed, offering a hand out. "C'mon", "No! I'm doin' great here", "you're sleeping under a literally paper thin copy of Foxy's Bikini ed Bottoms", "I jus' found it ya know?". They stood there. The rain continued mounting weight against Dave's meager form. Without adding another argument they began wandering to the store, "The hell ya goin'?!".

This was eventually answered with an agitated "WHAT!". The door of the store busted open to reveal the shop owner wielding a bat. "Oh shit ohshit-", he scrambled out, chin almost smacking the asphalt. Grabbing as much as possible whilst abandoning his temporary night girl. His form eventually disappeared into the rain leaving the owner to return to his store and Y/N to examine what was left.

It was a photo of him, one of the only ones they had ever seen with the two of them involved, double laminated and all. They grabbed some of the other items he had left, 'Jesus, he's got a ring of knives-', and followed suit. Fortunately, he had always sucked at running long distance so they tackled him quite easily. "GYAH! Seriously Sport!", "got yer pics", "the hell did ya do that for though, I had a good thing goin' with that place, no rent, free food, free girl", "ton of paper cuts though"."You'd be surprised". They grimaced at that notion slightly, "so ya wanna stay at mine then?", "...fine".

Despite relaxing on their sofa, after a slightly awkward audience on the bus and him getting even more drenched, he looked tense. "You want somethin'?", "nah I'm good". A slight gargle ratted him out, "a'ight fine!I ain't had nothin' since the funeral!". They stared at him with that familiar look of concern, "at least not a proper food". "So my supper then?", they raised a plastic container from the fridge as a sacrifice. "It good?", "eh, somethin' I'd like", "I don't wan' it".

After the mystery dish was plated up they stared it. "I definitely don't wan' it", "so...what cereal? don't gotta lot", "I'll just stick with the oxygen in this place". They looked around slightly. The place wasn't even that big to begin with, the bedroom was essentially the main room aside from the kitchen and bucket the landlord insisted was the 'toilet'. They'd tried to hide it with plants and random knickknacks but it just drove home how depressing the space was.

"Y'sure you don'-", "really I'm good, no way to tell I won't just be sick so...", "I mean it's nearly the weekend so ya can risk bein' a lil bit-". "I insist. "The wording took them aback slightly, "so just booze then?", "hell yeah!". "So...how come ya weren't in then?", "ya kiddin' workin' next to Spring Freddie?!". After an awkward change, they had flopped against Dave on the sofa. Legs slumped over the battered arms, "I didn't see ya there though", "I don't mean to offend but that guy PISSED me off! t's always fuggin'...vibes 'n shit with that guy". "Eh, just protective of the place", "it was one Goddamn firework!".

It had been way too long since they had heard Dave's morbid laugh. They flinched slightly but relaxed once he put an arm around their shoulder. "Godamnit I forgot how fuckin' funny ya were Sportsy!". "y'ain't mad?", "eh, I mean....". His upbeat facade faultered slightly as he thought about something.

"what up?", "...nothin' just thinking about how pissed he'd be right now", "what he hate me?", "eh, I mean he hated pretty much anyone who wasn't a help". He looked away, "nah, he just didn't like you that's all". He turned back, jabbing an elbow into Y/N's shoulder. "I'm more surprised I can see fun you!", "what I ain't fun sober?!", "nah the booze just makes ya get more vocal".

The sink drained as they stepped out the bathroom. Just as expected he was already lounging on the bed, "I feel like this'd be a better reason", "what?", "...nothin'". They nudged him over, draping the heated blanket over them. "Wanna swap?", "nah, 'll fall outta bed". He pressed up against their chest slightly, grinding his spine against their ribs, "...f'ne". They draped their arms around him, squeezing his chest as hard as they could. On command, their legs began tangling around his slightly. He instantly melted, the weight of his body dropping against them slightly. To complete he managed to move his neck, twisting it to them. "Not t'night...". He completely ignored the plea and planted his extensive neck against their chest.

"aww yeah...Sportsy pillow". He slurred his words slightly, the exhaust of the week finally taking it's toll. They sighed, petting his slightly squishy head.

They didn't really care if he smelt like shit and was, essentially, a stray. He was their's, and that's all that mattered.

[fazbear-enterprises]

I feel as though this is aimed at me.... Hmm, couldn't tell you why! :) Huh, old sport?

- Vincent Bishop

[somethignelse]

Completely unrelated to my dsaf shit post but why aren't there more randy jade x reader?!$?#!$?#? I'm STARVING PLEASE I WANT THAT MAN

[dayshift-confessions]

I'm upset about the prominent lack of x reader/reader-insert content in the DSAF fandom, at least of my F/O's. I self ship with both Jack and Dave, and I Need Sustenance... I'm Starving... especially when it comes to stuff with just Jack, there's Nothing on Tumblr and he has exactly two x reader fics on AO3 (there's technically three, but one of them isn't DSAF, it's JFK RPF 😭)

:<

[exepilled]

YOOOOO!!!!! hello!! my name is cherry and i like x readers….

and I want to let you know that these are the fandoms i write for!!

Exe / Sonic + Mario Creepypasta Community ! (main interest!!!!)

Sonic the Hedgehog ! (main interest!!!!)

If any of the creators of these fandoms are problematic, do note that I do not support them and only enjoy the media and not the person/people that is problematic.

Boundaries, guidelines and notes before requesting.

I will not write ANY smut or nsfw content. I am a minor and that makes me uncomfortable.

Please be mindful to give tw before requesting about the content, some people may not be comfortable. I will not write reader / characters actively self harming.

Please no pregnancy, scat, piss, watersports, agere or yandere requests. I genuinely can’t write them. Yandere makes me uncomfortable to write. Nothings wrong with agere, it’s just not my cup of tea in writing. Also I don’t write toxic relationships between s/o and reader. Reader can be mentioned to be in one or was in one but never a toxic relationship with s/o

All teen/child!reader requests will obviously be platonic.

Do note that when I write my readers they will usually be the less dominant in the relationship, as their s/o will be the one doing the moves of romance!! :) Does not mean they are weak at all— just less the one making the moves in the relationship! :3

I only write female and enby readers!

If I do crossovers, this is a list of fandoms I will accept for crossover ( Like ex. Jonah!Reader, Alt!Reader or Wally!Reader, basically minor mentions of said fandoms while writing Character!Reader )

The Mandela Catalogue

Vita Carnis ( this one is more rather caretaker!reader with mimics or trimmings and things like that.)

FNAF / DSAF

Welcome Home

DHMIS

[selfship-confession-box]

i dont like how the dsaf fandom is so small that i can barely find any x readers at ALL, let alone for my f/o (legacy jack). theres barely any legacy content in general he doesnt have a tag on ao3 theres barely any art of him etc and it makes me sad give my psychopath husband more love :[ (is 🎸🍊 anon taken?? i have a feeling i'll be here more)

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[hunterwritesstuff]

Yo! I'm Hunter! Welcome to my writing blog!

I am not answering asks about Mal at the moment, please respect that.

I'm twenty-one years old!!! Below is one of my sonas lol

I made a pinned post originally, but I'm rewriting it because it kinda sucks now!

Check out my BATIM AU askblog please, I BEG, asks have slowed down to fuckall and it's killing me, here's the link: https://batim-artists-rewrite-au.tumblr.com

Putting this first so people read it, here's the fandoms I write for:

Finding Frankie(I know y'all are starved)

Phighting

Mandela Catalogue Guardian Alternate AU(MY AU.)

DSAF(sometimes)

BATIM/BATDR(Boris is strictly platonic for my own personal comfort, same with the Butcher Gang unless it's like. their toon variants and not the fucked up ones.)

Welcome to Fruit County(Original story of mine lmao)

Bionicle

Forsaken

Rules:

BE AS SPECIFIC AS YOU PHYSICALLY CAN. I CANNOT READ YOUR MIND.

I can decline any request I don't feel comfortable writing. Tough luck.

If you repeat a request that I've said I'm uncomfortable with, I won't change my mind.

I'll do straight-up NSFW if you EXPLICITLY STATE YOU ARE OF AGE. IF YOU DON'T, I WON'T DO IT.

Specify if platonic, romantic, or familial.

I'll only do my own OC x Canon. Sorry I don't know your OC's extended lore, chances are I don't know you or your OC. Close friends are an exception to this rule.

Don't try to become my friend for special treatment.

I won't write rape fics.

I won't write cheating fics.

Specify if fic or headcanon.

Specify pronouns.

Use tone-tags when needed.

Be kind.

Don't ask me about my friends' projects. I won't spoil anything and this rule is for my own mental wellbeing. I have my fucking limits. Thanks.

If you ask "will you ever write for [insert fandom here]?" I will most likely not write for it because I'll feel pressured to write for it and it won't be fun anymore.

What I can/will write:

My OCs(please ask about them I will be very happy)

Gore fics(I need practice)

Character headcanons

X readers

My OCs x Canon

Angst

Hurt/comfort

AUs(examples: Coffee shop, Soulmate,crossover Etc) 

Yanderes(Don't date one of these IRL!!!)

heavy topics(IF YOU ASK ME TO ROMANTICIZE THESE I WILL COME FOR YOUR KNEECAPS) 

Platonic(this includes platonic yanderes) 

What I WON’T write:

Full-On Smut(I don’t feel confident enough with writing smut to do this, sorry!)

romanticizing sensitive topics

transphobia/homophobia

racism

suicide fics(I.E, characters finding you committed, I’m not comfy with that.)

abuse fics(Obviously.)

just anything problematic.

Sorry this is so long, wanted to set my boundaries, happy requesting/reading!

[emmysinni]

Why Hello There, Old Sport !! ^_^

emerson (or rose's) writer blog kiddie strangler intro V1! :)

about me, before writers

most importantly, starting with the name.

i am EmersonGem, or just Emerson! (or Marie)

now for regions/about me.

NOT stating age, taken, 🇯🇵🇲🇽, Atheist, 5'0. and i wish to be a doctor or surgeon, i am a artist and a editor, too

favorite music artists.

Soddiken, Cigarettes After Sex, Alex G, Cavetown, Mitski, Beabadoobee, Rio Romeo, Beach Bunny, Clario, Kero Kero Bonito, TEMPOREX, yungatita, Steve Lacy, Mr.Kitty (i dont support him) Sohodolls, Pastel Ghost, Eyedress, Marina, Toby Fox, Weezer, LUCI4, Odetari, Tally Hall, Lemon Demon, Bo Burnham, merrliee, Kikuo, SEGA SOUND TEAM, The Living Tombstone, Graham Kartna, Oliver Buckland, Fishcracks, Zkevin, Metaroom, Tupperwave, Tv Girl, Vacations, Salvia Path, Datfootdive, Goreshit (i don't support him)

and now, fandoms.

DSAF, dialtown, FNAF, deltarune, undertale, sonic the hedgehog (all games and comics), sonic.exe, JJK, homestuck, ranfren (i don't support the creator), little witch academia, mystic maze, days union, Soddiken song meanings, Deltarune: Chapter Rewritten, CRK, CR: OB, Phighting, TF2, Murder Drones, Regretevtor, cry of fear, sugary spire, pizza tower, cuphead, BATIM, vocaloid, valorant, south park and hellpark, overwatch, underverse, Laws Of Talos, Endzone, HJFONE, BFDI, BFB, TPOT, Eddsworld, and lastly mad father!

comfort characters.

matt virginia, dave miller, jack kennedy, steven stevenson, peter kennedy, roger jones, Uzi Doorman, Scout/Jeremy, Spamton G. Spamton, Jevil, Scampton The Great, Phone Guy, C.C (crying child) The Chimbley Sweep, Karl, Climber, Steffi, Tom, and lastly Boombox!

now, time for writers!

what i will write:

fluff, normal, yandere, platonic, doomed, angst !! :3 (and X reader, i can try to make slightly suggestive..)

what i won't write:

incest, problematic stuff

[tiredcatboysinc]

Saskatchewan level migraine

Hello one and all, welcome back to "Eddie has another shitty Steven fic for you because he's insane about these phone headed bastards" <3 Enjoy this very short and shitty one that was written like a week ago at 4am <3 -Eddie🐶

Summary: Waking up at 4am was not on your list of activities you wanted todo this week, but that's the way the cookie crumbles… Or some other bullshit Steven would say.

Warnings: Swearing, Not beta read as always

Ao3

Waking up at 4am was not on your list of activities you wanted todo this week, but that's the way the cookie crumbles... Or some other bullshit Steven would say. You don't know, you woke up with such a migraine that getting hit with a bus would be more preferable. And here's the thing, your migraines were never this bad. 

Okay, sure, you've gotten the occasionally bad migraine. You know, one of those that makes you feel like you might throw up those really fucking good crepes you ate that morning. But never this bad. Like, this was bad bad. The size of Saskatchewan, the one Canadian Providence you knew of, bad. Which is probably a little concerning now that you of it... 

But your cozy in bed, and you had taken your meds, so there wasn't much you could really do... I mean, yeah, ibuprofen or maybe Tylenol would help, but Steven was getting ready for work. 

There was a beat of silence as they lied in your and Steven's shared bed, head continuing throb and sting. The fan was softly whirling above you, having only been turned on when you had jolted awake. 

Thinking of it now, maybe sleeping with the fan off was why you had this migraine... 

But you didn't want to think of the of your actions right now, because a particularly harsh pulse of pain had just shot threw your body. You squeezes your eyelids shut, rubbing the heels of your hands over them - heavily groaning as you did. "Fuck my stupid yaoi life..." You grumbled, begrudgingly tossing the comforting blanket off. Laying here wasn't doing any good, you might as well suck it and take that damn ibuprofen. 

Your fingers brushed the bathrooms doorframe, bright lights stinging your sleep ridden eyes. Stevens head turned as your enter, a quiet hum leaving him while adjusting him tie. "Can't sleep still?" 

You shook your head, rubbing at your temples. "Do you have any ibuprofen... I gotta headache..." You murmured, voice hoarse from sleep - or lack thereof. 

Quietly Steven chuckled, shaking his head softly - his dial jingling quietly, the metal clicking. "Yeah, we've got ibuprofen." He hummed, slightly amused by your current state. He plucked the small bottle from the medicine cabinet, handing you a couple pills. 

"Get some rest, darling." Steven murmured, cupping your cheek with his free hand. Carefully he drug his thumb over your skin, watching as you leaned against him - letting him support you. 

"I love you.." 

"I love you too, darling.”