hi rubes!!! i was curious on ur thoughts on what a lazy sunday with steve would look like? esp if its one that like both ur day off and its smth that hasnt happened in a long time
hi angel!! sorry i sat on this one for awhile, i hope i made up for it by making it sooooo lovey dovey <3 0.8k, gn!reader
By some miracle, you're the first awake.
Steve is like a kind of sheep dog— he requires frequent exercise and so, he usually slips a run in the morning before you're even close to awake.
And also because of the shaggy hair and the way he seems to wag an invisible tail when all his favourite people are gathered in the same room, even going around and rounding them up, checking on everyone— Okay, you get the point, analogy over.
Actually, point is, you getting up before Steve like never happens.
Scratch that, you and Steve getting a day off to sleep in on the same day never happens. And even more, Steve very rarely skips his morning run because, y'know, sheep dog and all.
Basically, you figure this whole morning is a wondrous crafted little miracle. You have no plans to waste it.
Peering across your pillow, you watch the rise and fall of Steve's chest as he sleeps, your softened gaze roaming over his face gently. He looks younger in his sleep, pillowy lips parted lightly. His moles beg to be kissed. His hair is a mess. It's lost all its volume, lying flat against the pillow and urging you to run your fingers through it.
You ignore the urge in favor of slipping out from under the comforter. quiet as you can.
Steve's annoyingly good at spoiling you and is less than receptive to letting you return the sentiment. With one last glance back at bed, you let out a soft sigh, a honeyed noise, and head to the kitchen.
Steve's favourite mug is this wonky one that Dustin made once upon a time, some pottery class at one of his camps. You stare at it, glazed eyes taking in an alarmingly amount of detail on the cup, as the coffee brews behind you. Its scent wafts through the room. You've woken a dozen times to it, when it's Steve up and about, fixing a beverage for you.
It's cute, you think, that he still uses Dustin's mug for his coffee. By cute you mean, you can't think about it for too long or you'll stamp back down to the bedroom and kiss your boyfriend til your lips are blue and—
"Ooh, coffee?" Steve announces his presence with his words, partially garbled by his loud yawn. He halfheartedly covers his mouth, the hoodie he's haphazardly chucked on misaligned enough that it hangs over his hand adorably. He shuffles into the kitchen tiredly and despite his introduction, he heads right to you.
You can't resist a pout. Steve takes a moment to notice it, too happily distracted sidling up and worming his arms around your middle.
When he does, he tilts his head to the side. "What?"
"You couldn't let me bring it to you in bed?"
He grins. "I'm sorry. Was that the plan?"
"You know it was." You mumble grouchily, not upset at all. You push a hand into his chest, giving him a little shove. "You're always doin' this stuff for me but you don't ever let me do it for you."
Steve softens unbearably, his grin getting all gooey at the sides. He looks a little lovestruck, messy hair and all. It takes immense will to continue your upset facade. You nudge his chest again, your head inclining towards the bedroom.
"What?" His eyebrows jump, expression a mixture of incredulity and affectionate. "Y'want me to get back in bed? So you can come bring it to me?"
You smile, nudging his chest again and grinning when he starts to take a couple steps back, heading towards the bedroom. "Yes. Exactly that."
"You're absurd."
You poke your tongue out him. "You love it."
Steve moves forward abruptly, his hands cradling your face gently as he leans and steals a kiss from you. He retracts just as fast, looking far too pleased with himself.
"Yes, I do," He agrees, still wandering backwards. He disappears into your bedroom and you're left standing there with your own lovesick grin. God, you love him. Your heart feels like spun sugar in your chest, airy and sweet beyond relief.
To which Steve is no help at all when you walk into the bedroom, carefully holding the mug so it doesn’t spill. He's tucked back in bed, pretending to be asleep, only to wake with the grace of a Disney princess at your footsteps.
He faux yawns and pretends to jump at your presence, scampering to sit up in bed so he can accept the coffee from you. "Oh wow, what a surprise this is!"
"Shut up. You think you're soo funny, huh?" you mumble, handing the coffee over. Your aching smile gives away just how funny you think he is.
"Mmhm," Steve hums as he takes a sip. You've made it just the way he likes it. He parrots your earlier words. "You love it."
You lean in, mindful of the mug, and kiss him sweetly. He tastes of coffee and cream and he chases your lips for a second kiss when you pull back. You aim for tiredly amused but the words come out devastatingly sincere anyway. "Yeah, I do."
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Kali growling to herself silently as she watches a few too many Menagerians flirt with an oblivious Yang.
Kali: Yang, Dear! Can you come here please?
Yang: Yes, ma'am! Is something wrong?
Kali: Oh, no, nothing like that, dear. *glares the other faunus away* And please, call me Kali. I just wanted to spend a little time with my daughter's girlfriend; get to know you better. We weren't able to talk much back in Haven, and all I have to go off is what Blake's told me.
Yang: O-oh! Yeah! Sure! Um...what do you want to know?
Kali: *threads her arm through Yang's and leads her to the group's shared quarters* There's actually something I'd rather do. Think of it as a way to welcome you into our family. It's an important piece of our culture, and I'm sure Blake would be thrilled if you would participate.
Yang: Absolutely! I'd love to learn more about your culture! Anything to make Blake happy!
Kali: That's the spirit.
Later that Afternoon
Blake: Has anyone seen Yang? I haven't heard from her all afternoon.
Weiss: I thought she was with you. I haven't seen her.
Ruby: Yeah, you guys have been velcroed together since the Ever After. I just assumed she was with you.
Yang: *walks into the room* Hey, guys! What'd I miss?
Blake: Yang, where have you been? I was starting to wo- *notices golden stud in Yang's ear and starts blushing* ....Yang...what is that?
Yang: Oh! Your mom invited me to some kind of bonding - welcoming - family acceptance thing earlier. She said it was part of the Menagerian culture and that you'd be excited if I did it.
Blake: I-is that right? Excuse me for a moment.
Ruby, Weiss, and Yang watch as Blake nearly stomps out of the room.
Ruby: What was that about?
Weiss: I have no idea.
Blake: *from another room* What the heck is this all about?!
Kali: Well, I didn't see you making a move, so I decided to help. You should have seen the amount of faunus flirting with her! I had to secure your assets!
Blake: I CAN PROPOSE TO YANG BY MYSELF, MOM!!!
Ruby and Weiss: PROPOSE?!?!?!
Yang: *brain promptly explodes*
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