Light of my life (Deacon x Reader)

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by SockdotClipFan

by SockdotClipFan

It's nights like these that make you appreciate the calm and quiet of the night, while your amazing, lovable boyfriend was out doing whatever- either at his job at the bar, or hanging with his odd bunch of pals -you were finally able to settle down with a good book on the couch, the movie you put on, mere background noise as you take advantage of the break you've gotten from your normally busy schedule in your shared apartment with Deacon.

You two had met at a mutual friend's party, his dashing good looks, amazing humor and wicked dance moves swept you head over heels for him. although you started out slow, getting to know each other when out with your friends. Eventually you two started hanging out one on one, and it all went from there. Of course he did tell you of the 'condition' he had, -in all honesty you just assumed he got one of those weird eye tattoos- but y'know, having a boyfriend with flashlight eyes isn't so bad. It came with it's perks, like when you're out of candles during a storm and the power goes out, or if you needed to warm up some food without feeling like dealing with the busted old microwave you never bothered to replace.

As the clock hit 1 am, the sound of keys jingling outside and the sound of the front door opening and closing woke you from your slumber, as you tried to keep still- not wanting him to think he disturbed you or anything, you heard footsteps coming nearer. The bed dipping, and the warm scent of cinnamon and burnt oak filled your senses as you feel his large frame plop on top of you, with a tired huff. You let out an 'oof' as his weight falls on you, him nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he mumbles into your flesh "I know you're up, starlight".

You merely grumble trying to shove the larger male over to his side of the bed ,and off of you as he stays laying his full, beefy weight on you. "Did you at least take your shoes off before hopping into bed?" you ask, as he finally relents and sits up, giving you his usual cheeky (literally) grin. You let out a deep frustrated sigh through your nose before rolling over to your side, facing him and snuggling deeper into the comforter- fully intending to go back to sleep when you feel a finger tapping on your forehead. "Aw cmon (y/n), don't pass out on me yet" you merely crack an eye open before flipping him the bird and go back to trying to sleep.

This time you feel a flick on your nose, and you open your eyes to see him staring at you with those beady eyes. "no." is all you answer and turning your back to him.

you can feel heat in your back, darn it he's still staring.

"Deacon." you warn.

It's getting warmer.

"DUDE!" finally you throw the cover off of you and sit up looking at him, a smug smile on his lips as he feigns innocence.

You rub the bridge of your nose before looking him in the eyes and sighing.

"what do you want?"

"Shower with me?"

All Deacon got was a pillow to the face, and a night on the couch.

The End.