#DARLING WAKE UP

[bertoyana]

You've never looked more beautiful, darling.

X-Men: First Class (2011) Dir. Matthew Vaughn

[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤlike what you seeㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤflustering them by staring for too long ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwanderer, heizou, xiao, ayato, childe ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( p.s. amai never proofreads)

"anonymous order; ...can i have the prompt 'screw you and your cute face' with wanderer, heizou, xiao, ayato, and childe ? — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi just love the idea of flustering these guys ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthank you and hope u enjoy, xoxo ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

if you think the easiest way to fluster this man is by staring at him with that lovesick look in your eyes, then you're absolutely correct.

he could be minding his business and you'd take your place beside or in front of him, and after a few minutes he can just feel the way you stare at him. your eyes burn into his skin, but not in the way he'd grow uncomfortable under your gaze, instead, in the way he could feel his face heat up.

he would huff before looking up at you, about to nag you for staring, but he always finds his words locked in his throat when he locks eyes with you. archons, the way you look at him is always so hypnotizing, it makes him feel vulnerable in a way that he'll never admit he likes.

he tsks, "can't you go, i don't know even just a minute, without staring at me ?" he snaps his fingers in front of your face, causing you to hum and look away from him. no, no don't stop staring. i didn't tell you to stop. his eyebrows furrow.

you chuckled, "sorry sorry," you turn back to him, chin resting on your palm, "i can't help it when you're so handsome." and you just had to back that up with a grin. archons you were doing this on purpose !

as much as he tries to fight back the warmth in his chest and the shudder your voice sent through his body, the shaky breathe he let out betrayed him as he opted to look back to the textbook he was reviewing.

he stuttered, "w - whatever ! just stop staring so much." before burying his nose back into the textbook as you laughed at him. "i can try ~"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou !ㅤ

in your relationship, it's usually heizou doing the flustering. and he does a whole lot of that staring too, especially when you're busy and he happens to be bored out of his mind, but ironically enough it's his weakness too. especially like this . .

the two of you had a free afternoon ahead of you, and what better way to spend it than to wind down in a hot spring ? you stepped into the water first, beckoning heizou to join you.

he turned his back to you, rather shy to take off his shirt, and you happened to make him even shyer by whistling once he slipped his shirt off. he turned to you over his shoulder, a smirk on his shocked red face, only for you to return a cheeky grin as you leaned against the rocks of the spring.

he shook his head, choosing to retaliate by teasing further. "so, you like what you see ?" he turned to you, hands on his hips with confidence that you'll be the one turning red, only to watch your eyes look him up and down. "yeah, yeah i do." you hummed, closing your eyes, missing the way heizou's face burned up again.

he cleared his throat, now stepping into the spring and taking a seat beside you, trying his best to brush off your gaze on him. since when did you know how to look at him like that ? he leans back, relaxing in the warmth of the spring and closing his eyes.

"if i get to see this sight everytime i take you here, i might just buy this entire place for ourselves." you spoke, piquing heizou's attention as he opened his eyes to turn to you, and not even the heat of the spring could compare to the heat he felt on his face as he met your gaze.

he chuckled, embarrassed, "well, aren't you bold today ?" he tried to tease, scratching the back of his neck. "why, don't you like it ?" you joked, cupping his chin to make him look at you, earning a shy smile from him. "i do, i do like it actually."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤalatus xiao !

being new to the concept of expressions and reactions to certain antics, xiao is easily flustered, though he is yet to realize it.

"is it a natural habit for you mortals to. . stare ?" he quizzed without looking at you, his eyes still closed as he savored the rich flavor of the almond tofu you had brought him. he opened one eye slowly and gazed at you you from the corner of it, perking up to the sound of you chuckling softly to yourself. "i suppose you can say that," you waved a hand in front of you.

"more like, it's natural for us to stare at something, or someone, we find interesting, puzzling, or alluring." xiao now fully turned to face you in curiosity, the bowl of half-eaten almond tofu set on the fencing of the balcony.

there was an emphasis on alluring, he mentally noted. was that intentional ?

"i see, so, which do i fall under ?" he asked, his gaze now fixated on you with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. you tilted your head at him, "what ?" "do you. . stare at me because i'm interesting, puzzling, or —" "alluring." you smiled at the way amber eyes seemed to widen for just a split second before they were replaced with the back view of messy sacramento green locks as the male turned away from you.

"i stare at you because you're alluring, xiao. very alluring, even." you hummed, leaning your elbow against the fence of the balcony and resting your chin on your palm ever so casually, watching and noting the way his shoulders tensed then relaxed.

he might consider being thankful that your view was locked on his back, hence you couldn't see the humiliating red he could feel his face burst into. he tried to clear his throat, his hand grabbing the bowl of almond tofu and spooning the rest into his mouth to distract himself.

"every part of you is alluring, even how red your ears are." and at your words, one of his hands reflexively came up to cover his ear, causing you to laugh out loud as the adeptus turned to glare at you lightly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkamisato ayato !ㅤ

if this man thinks he's not easy to win over, he is funnily mistaken.

sure he's the smoother one with words, he knows all the right words and habits to adapt to make you swoon. but other than that, he's more vulnerable to your simple antics as he lets off.

"ayato," the way you'd say his name and drag on the last syllable, as if cooing at him, how he loves it. "ayato," the way your touch would linger on him even at the lightest taps, something so simple could tug his lips upward into a grin. "ayato !" a soft hit to the back of his head caused him to turn to you, finally.

"ah - good afternoon, darling." "i called your name three times ?" "ye. . yes, pardon me. i thought i was lost in my imagination again." he admitted as he took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles gently.

you hummed, "and what was so engrossing about your imaginations this time ?" you questioned, taking a seat next to him while his hand rested on your waist, now leaning his head against yours. "you, i was just thinking about you." he hums, "you smell sweet."

and a few minutes of comfortable silence followed after, enveloping the two of you in a rare calming atmosphere, ayato's head was now laid in your lap as you stroked his hair softly. ayato then started to feel your gaze on him, by how familiar it was. he smiled, looking up at you.

"staring much ?" he teased, sharing laughter with you as you playfully messed with his bangs. "i can't help it, you're very pretty like this."

"only like this ?" ... "stop staring at me, darling, answer my question." ... "please ?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤchilde !

"childe."

now, you wholeheartedly think your boyfriend's eyes are pretty, regardless of how lifeless they are whenever he's not gazing at you like this.

"tartaglia."

but, at this moment, you can't help but find them a little bit irking. just a little bit. just a tad.

"ajax."

it's the third call of his name, yet he's still sitting there, chin on his palm and everything, with that smug smile on his face ! while you're here, trying to cook a full course meal, he's sitting there staring at you like you're the food.

but in his defense, is there a law against admiring your lover ? there better not be ! he's done nothing but sit there innocently, just drinking in your pretty face, because if he can't do it no one else can !

it's when you softly pinch his side—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him snap out of his daze—that he finally raises his hands up in surrender. "what, i can't ogle at my own darling lover anymore ?" he makes a show of jutting his bottom lip out in a pout, but you just huffed at his antics. "you can, if you would actually help me cook." "help as in ?" "cut some carrots maybe." "but i can't stare at you intently if i'm cutting something." "maybe that's the point."

ah, how you wound him.. kidding, a day without your attitude is a day incomplete for him. he fakes a sigh before standing up from his chair. he grabs a chopping board, a knife, and a few carrots, then gets to work.

it's a few minutes later that he feels your eyes on him, so from over his shoulder he turns to see you, in your seat with your cheek propped up against your fist, smiling at him. he grins, "now you're staring at me." "what, i can't ogle at my own boyfriend anymore ?"

he raises an eyebrow at the way you turned his words back onto him, but he laughs nonetheless before shaking his head and going back to work, assuming you would too.

you did not go back to work. he could still feel your eyes burning into his back. and he would never, ever—he would, out of the blue just to fluster you one day—admit that it was starting to shake his focus. his cuts were starting to get uneven as a result.

"are you going to keep staring at me ?" "is there a law against me admiring my handsome boyfriend ?"

alright, you win. just this once.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

[tsuchinokoroyale]

The reviews are in!!!

“Hedonistic beefcake. Fattest ass with the most eager tight hole. Will make you cum 10/10” - a white guy

[alias-eah]

Crowning of a Knight (past vs present)

[funyiipp]

I'm in an art block period, ho-hum.

This is all I could muster.

[vexedandperplexed]

*panting and covered in blood* hi more memes guys

[sharknark]

red lotus grave

[lizaisdrawing]

Lwk I want to see Wallace reaction on a date

Coffee and art

POV: 😴

[heartfullofleeches]

Amab Sleepyhead Darling and Marlow [Marshmallow Yan] frotting whilst cuddling together in the pillow fort Mallow made for the two of them - both trying to stay awake yet unable to fully fall asleep either due to the friction between them.

Okay I'm going back to sleep.

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

someone needs to draw orion pax and d-16 as this image

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

Docile, innocent and soft. When I pet you, it feels like touching a golden retriever. And the thing is, you're not like other Alphas. You don't have the pheromone, so your body and mine are... considered a perfect match, got it now?

Pit Babe, ep 1

Bonus: Babe's pretty pretty face

[screeching-painter-witch]

i'm reading osamu dazai's entrance exam... kunikida on god we're gonna GET you an ocd diagnosis bro

[tsuchinokoroyale]

The birria tacos craving level is encroaching on catastrophic

[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤcome back, come homeㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhow much do they miss you when you're gone ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwanderer, kokomi !

"anonymous order; ...may i request just a tad bit too much with wanderer and kokomi ( im manifesting ) ? — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfor a fellow manifester, let's get them !!! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthanks for requesting enjoy ! xoxo ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwarnings : mentioned injury ! ( kokomi )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

due to trying to focus on his studies at the akademiya, he often finds himself losing time to spend with you. where instead of melting into your warmth as he drifts off to sleep with you in his arms, he'd end up falling asleep while studying for a long test at his desk. where instead of waking up to you kissing his cheek and cupping his face, he'd be waking up to the pages of his textbook sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

he's not the only busy one in your relationship though, as a matter of fact, you might be the busier one.

from constantly having to deal with wandering fungi in an area you were tasked with clearing, to spewing curses under your breathe while charging into eremite camps under a commission. those fungi infestations aren't just going to fade away by themselves, those damned treasure hoarders won't leave the ancient ruins alone.

you're stuck with taking commissions all around sumeru. and poor kunikuzushi is stuck at his desk, worried sick and repeatedly tapping his foot on the ground and clenching the pen in his hand hard, - he wants to help you on those expeditions so bad. - glaring at the words on his paper as if they read insults to him.

so when nahida stepped into his room one afternoon, while he was studying, and announced your return from another expedition, he stood up from his seat so fast that his chair nearly fell over as he rushed out to finally see you.

"[name] ?" he called out as he turned to last corner before entering the sala, and there you were, seated comfortably on the sofa and blowing lightly on the still steaming tea in your hands. you looked up at him with an equally excited smile and set your cup down before standing up.

"kuni, how i missed —" arms wrapped around your waist and you were pulled into his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "i missed you more, i missed you so much more." he responded to your cut sentence, holding the both of you still for a few minutes.

"the akademiya has been hell, and you were gone on a week-long expedition, i was barely surviving here." you chuckled at your boyfriend's words, humming as the two of you pulled away and sat down, his arms still around your waist.

"sorry for being gone for so long, love. i got lost and ended up in an area i wasn't assigned to, those two last days were me being lost and stranded for a bit." "WHAT ?!" "yeah !" "oh don't act like that's the best thing you could've told me about your trip."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤsangonomiya kokomi !ㅤ

kokomi often finds herself away for long periods of time. be it a need to take a break from social gatherings or drowning herself in plans for the resistance. either way, she considers herself lucky to have such a partner like you.

a partner like you that understands her boundaries and gives her all the time she needs, but knows to check on her as well. a partner like you who considers all her needs. a partner like you who feels meant for her. a partner like you who is just, so patient with her.

she thinks she should teach herself to be as patient as you, because right now, she was fidgeting with her fingers as she waited outside of the medical tent, wanting to tend to your wounds herself.

this afternoon was supposed to be one of those where she waits for you at home, but she couldn't just wait when she was informed that you got injured in the midst of battle. she needed to be there for you, so here she was, waiting outside of the tent as she was told.

"please be patient her excellency, our best on-field doctor is cleaning their wounds." "thank you for taking care of her, general gorou. i just wish i could tend to her myself." gorou frowned in sympathy for the priestess before excusing himself to check on his other troops, giving kokomi the space for her to wait in peace.

soon, the doctor stepped out of the tent, calling for her. "her excellency ?" "here, i am here." "they would like you to come in." and at that signal, kokomi couldn't keep herself together anymore as she rushed into the tent, her eyes finally laying on your bandage littered figure.

"darling !" "sweetheart !" her arms wrapped around you gentle, her cold tears tickling the skin of your collarbone, but you didn't mind as you held her close to you as well. "i'm okay now, see ? i apologize for worrying you my darling. ." you whispered softly into her ear as she hugged you, hiccupping between breathes as her tears still stained your collarbone.

"i missed you so much. i missed you so so much, i was so worried." her voice shook as she sat up, cupping her face as if grounding herself still. "i nearly knocked over a few things when i rushed out after i was informed you were here." you chuckled softly at her concern, taking her hands in yours and kissing each of her knuckles tenderly. "again, i apologize for worrying you, my darling." you spoke again, wiping away the tear stains left on her cheeks as she shook her head with a smile.

"no, don't apologize, i'm just glad to have you here now." she reassured.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

[blueberrysquire]

I'm crook as fuck (aussie slang for sick) and super sentimental and you know what that means

ITS CELEBRATE MY WIFE TIME‼️

I love her so so much she's the prettiest girl in the whole world, my one, my only, the love of my life, #1 lover of fruit salad yummy yummy, my beautiful wife: Haley 🥰

[peppymintdreams]

The First Morning After

@stufs-world requested this too along side Isaac's

Andrew Marston x Darling

first morning after moving in together, Andrew and Darling share a quiet, intimate moment over tea and crumpets, basking in the newfound comfort and peace of their relationship while playfully teasing each other about the future

Sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the bedroom. The warmth of it stirred you awake, but it wasn’t the light that kept you from falling back asleep it was the steady rhythm of Andrew’s breathing next to you. The rise and fall of his chest was a calming cadence, one that grounded you in the reality of this moment.

You were in Andrew’s bed. No longer just the university’s "Strict Professor" or the figure of forbidden desire. Now, he was your Andrew the one who teased you mercilessly yet held you close with a tenderness that melted your heart.

You turned slightly, careful not to wake him, and gazed at his face. His features were softened in sleep, his usual sharpness dulled by the serenity of the early morning. His glasses were neatly folded on the nightstand, and his arm rested loosely around your waist, as though even in sleep, he needed to be near you.

It felt unreal waking up beside him like this, knowing it wasn’t just a fleeting moment. You were no longer confined to stolen glances across lecture halls or whispered words in shadowed corners. This was your new reality: waking up in Andrew’s bed, in Andrew’s life.

The temptation to stay like this was overwhelming, but you knew him. Andrew was never one to let a morning slip by, even on weekends. With a smirk, you imagined he’d be up soon, probably working on his next project or grading papers, English Breakfast tea in hand.

As if on cue, Andrew stirred. His arm tightened around you, and with a soft groan, his eyes fluttered open. The usual sharpness returned as his gaze met yours, but this time, it was accompanied by something softer.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, barely suppressing the smile that tugged at your lips.

For a moment, he simply looked at you, his hand tracing a lazy line along your side. “I could get used to this,” he said, a teasing glint appearing in his eyes. “Waking up with you here, instead of you sneaking out before dawn.”

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted we keep it discreet.”

Andrew’s lips quirked into a half-smile. “Discreet, yes. But now…” His voice trailed off as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, we don’t have to hide.”

The simple truth of it made your chest tighten with a strange mix of relief and happiness. “I never imagined waking up like this with you,” you confessed.

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? I thought you fantasized about it,” he teased, eyes alight with mischief. “If your essay from last year was any indication.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks. “That was a metaphor!”

Andrew chuckled, his hand sliding down to intertwine his fingers with yours. “Metaphor or not, we’re here now.” His voice dropped to a softer tone, more serious. “And I’m glad.”

His words hung in the air between you, and for the first time in a long while, there were no underlying tensions, no rules to follow. Just you and him, in the quiet peace of a shared morning.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked after a moment, breaking the comfortable silence. “I could make us some tea and crumpets.”

Your heart swelled at the thought Andrew, the Strict Professor, casually offering to make breakfast like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I’d love that,” you replied, your voice soft.

He slipped out of bed, tugging on a simple grey t-shirt. You watched him for a moment, struck by the intimacy of seeing him like this relaxed, unguarded, his usual professional demeanor left behind with the discarded clothes on the floor.

Andrew paused at the door, turning back to you with a smirk. “You coming, or are you planning to stay in bed all morning?”

“Give me five minutes,” you teased back, your heart lighter than it had been in months.

As Andrew disappeared into the kitchen, you sank back into the pillows, letting the contentment of the morning wash over you. This was real this was yours. And somehow, it felt like the beginning of something even greater.

You lingered in bed a moment longer, savoring the lingering warmth of the sheets and the soft echoes of Andrew’s movements in the kitchen. It felt surreal this quiet, domestic scene, so far removed from the whirlwind your relationship had been until now. There was no rush, no need to hide or guard your expressions. It was just the two of you, living in this moment.

Finally, you slipped out of bed, throwing on one of Andrew’s button-down shirts that had been discarded from the night before. It was far too big on you, but the comfort of it the familiarity of his scent clinging to the fabric made it feel like home. You padded into the kitchen barefoot, and the sight that greeted you was something you knew you’d carry with you forever.

Andrew stood at the counter, carefully preparing tea. His back was to you, his movements unhurried, almost methodical. The early morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over his figure. The kettle whistled quietly, steam rising as he poured the hot water into two cups. Next to the cups sat a small plate with perfectly toasted crumpets, butter melting into their golden surface.

“Look at you, being all domestic,” you teased as you leaned against the doorway, crossing your arms with a grin.

Andrew glanced over his shoulder, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t get used to it. This is an anomaly.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, stepping further into the kitchen to join him. “I don’t know, Professor. I could get very used to this.”

He turned toward you, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Professor, hmm? Are we keeping things formal this morning?” He handed you your cup of tea, his fingers grazing yours just long enough to send a small shiver down your spine.

“Habit,” you said with a smirk, taking a sip. The tea was perfect strong and rich, exactly how you knew he liked it. You weren’t surprised; Andrew’s attention to detail extended even to the simplest things.

He leaned against the counter beside you, the teasing look in his eyes giving way to something softer. “How are you feeling? About everything, I mean.”

You paused, considering his question. There had been so many emotions since your relationship had become public fear, uncertainty, the weight of the judgment that came with it all. But now, standing here in his kitchen, in his shirt, with him by your side, all of that felt so far away.

“I feel… happy,” you admitted quietly. “Like, really happy. And I don’t think I’ve had time to feel that until now.”

Andrew’s expression softened, the walls he usually kept up fading away. He set his cup down and reached for your hand, his thumb tracing small circles over your knuckles. “Good. You deserve to feel that way.”

You looked up at him, warmth blooming in your chest at the rare sincerity in his words. “What about you? How do you feel?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. His gaze flickered, as if weighing the vulnerability of his response. But then, his fingers tightened slightly around yours, and he exhaled, leaning closer. “Content,” he finally said, his voice low. “For the first time in a long time, I feel content.”

The way he said it, the quiet honesty in his voice, made your heart skip. Andrew wasn’t someone who easily let his guard down. But here, with you, he was different unguarded, open in a way that made your connection feel even more real, more tangible.

You placed your tea on the counter and slid your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in return, his chin resting atop your head as he held you close.

“This is nice,” you murmured, the steady beat of his heart in your ear calming you.

“Mm. It is,” Andrew replied, his hand sliding up your back in a slow, comforting motion. “It almost makes me forget how much work I have to catch up on later.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “You’re not seriously thinking about work right now, are you?”

A small, guilty smile tugged at his lips. “Maybe a little. But it’s hard not to when I have a dozen papers to grade and—”

You pressed a finger to his lips, cutting him off. “Nope. None of that. This is supposed to be a relaxing morning, remember? You said it yourself no work, no distractions. Just us.”

Andrew’s eyes flickered with amusement, but there was something deeper there too, something appreciative. He gently took your hand from his lips and brought it to his chest, keeping it there as he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours.

“Just us,” he echoed softly, his breath warm against your skin.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside the window seemed to fade away, leaving only the quiet rhythm of your breathing and the soft thrum of your heartbeat in time with his. It was simple, but in that simplicity, you found a sense of peace you hadn’t realized you’d been searching for.

Eventually, Andrew pulled back, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile. “Alright, no work. But if we’re not doing anything productive, then I suggest we finish those crumpets before they go cold.”

You laughed, releasing him from your hold. “Deal. But I’m not promising I won’t make you do something else productive later,” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Andrew smirked, his eyes darkening with that familiar mischievous look that always sent your heart racing. “Oh, I look forward to seeing what you have in mind, Darling.”

And just like that, the comfortable domesticity of the morning was laced with that electric charge that always existed between the two of you teasing, playful, but underlined with something so much deeper.

As you sat down to eat together, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. This was your life now waking up with Andrew, sharing lazy mornings, teasing each other over breakfast. And somehow, it was even better than you’d ever imagined.