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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭

Bryce and Bobby are the fucking best.

Their cuddles are warm, and comforting.

Not to mention you get them every night.

Now, when you're upset, they treat you so well, better than they do already.

And they treat you wonderfully no matter what.

But they just treat you like literal delicate royalty when you're upset.

Blankets and pillows galore

Snacks galore

Anything you want, Bryce is screaming at Donovan to go get.

Anything you need, Bobby is racing out the door to get you.

They also give the best kisses.

Now, you may think that Bobby's kisses are sloppy but they're really not.

His kisses are soft and delicate and sweet.

Bryce doesn't kiss often, but when she does, it is extremely romantic.

She prefers to kiss your hand or your chest (as stated in previous headcanons)

Your nightly routine is... something.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲-𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐢𝐞?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. "𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 (11)," 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧 '𝐨𝐡' 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫.