《I'm In Love》Bart Simpson x Reader

You and Bart left the beach soon after changing back into normal clothes and packing everything up. Bart suggested that you and him should hide out in his old tree house until the school day ends, you agreed to this. Bart couldn't help but cast an occasional glance at you through the rear view mirror when he was biking. Every time he did, you just had the same blank stare, seemingly lost in thought as you stared emotionless at the surrounding environment as it sped by. He frowned at this.

Bart was worried for your mental state. He may not seem like the person to care but he does; he just doesn't let it show.

The experience left you a little bit traumatized, because of this you were dead silent the whole way back to town. Bart didn't dare to speak up, even he knew what the boundaries where. He knew how you were letting everything sink in.

You two were now sitting up in his tree house, Bart was reading some comic book as he sat on the wooden floor and you sat bored in one of the many comfy beanbag chairs that were in his treehouse. This whole day had been exhausting and you just wanted to sleep, easing your mind of everything. You felt yourself growing tired as each second ticked by.

You leaned your head back on the beanbag chair and let out a heavy exasperated sigh. Bart lowered the comic book from his line of sight and raised an eyebrow at you.

"Everything..alright?" He questioned.

"Yeah," You turned your head to look over at him. "Just tired is all." You leaned on your arm as if it were a pillow and your eyes started fluttering shut. Your mouth went agape as you let out a quiet yawn escape through your lips, proving your tiredness. Bart found your sleepy face adorable.

He watched you as your shimmering (E/c) orbs were being sealed shut by your eyelids. Right after closing them your vision darkened and you found yourself in the land of slumber.

Bart quietly scotched his way over to you and admired your sleeping face. Not in a creepy, stalker way but more in a loving and caring way.

Your lips parted slightly, your chest rising up and down slowly as you breathed in and out slowly. The suns rays peaked through the little peaks in the wooden treehouse walls and shone on your glowing face. Bart sighed dreamily as he stared at your sleeping figure.

He reached his hand up, wanting to stroke your hair as you slept but he quickly retreated his hand back when he saw you stir slightly in your sleep. He hesitated for a moment before he reached his hand back up again and slowly stroked your soft hair in a slow and soothing rhythm. You absent-mindedly melted into his touch, humming slightly in delight as a small smile etched on your face.

He lightly twirled your (H/l) (H/c) (H/s) hair between his fingers, enjoying the feeling of your silky soft hair. He stopped stoking your hair and brought his hand down and caressed your cheek. His fingers lightly grazed over your lush and kissable lips. He closed his eyes and found himself leaning in.

His eyes widened and he quickly backed up as you stirred in your sleep, letting out a small and quiet groan, you turned around facing the wall of the treehouse, your back facing towards Bart.

Bart frowned. He let out a quiet yawn, feeling slightly drowsy as well. He carefully (as to not accidently wake you) sat on a beanbag chair that was next to your head. He leaned back so his head was up against yours and found himself drifting off as well.

But before he could drift asleep, you suddenly turned around and snaked your arms around Bart in your sleep. His eyes bolted open. He looked down at you in disbelief and blushed.
Your eyes were still closed, a smile outstretched on your pretty features.

Bart debated on a thought of what to do. Either if he should move- risking the chance of waking you, or to just stay there as it is. He finally  decided on just staying there. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to his body. He rested his chin on top of your head and sighed.

He then fell asleep soon after, cuddled up against you.