#brock boeser x reaer

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hi babe could you do sweet nothing; "i find myself running home to your sweet nothings" with brock boeser🥰

meet me at midnight | contains: wedding 🫣

this is probably the sweetest and fluffiest blurb i have written. he's just so. cute.

"when do you think it'll be our turn?" brock asked from behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you, along with the rest of the wedding party, watched as your best friend and their now spouse took their first dance on the wooden floor together.

you giggled, "that depends, when are you gonna ask me?" you countered and you felt him smile against your skin as he planted a kiss on the side of your head. your hands rested on his, your thumb running estranged shapes on his skin while you lightly swayed along to the music with a smile on your face.

"hm, that's for me to know and for you to find out babe." both of you giggled, brock placing one more kiss on the side of your head. the dance had ended, the wedding party happily applauding and cheering. the MC announced for all couples to come to the floor and share a dance along with the married couple, and before you could turn to look at brock he was pulling you on the floor.

you were extremely appreciative of the fact that brock was a sap; in fact he was the very definition of one. he never failed to be a romantic. he always planned the dates, brought the flowers, opened the doors, and pulled out the chairs. he always talked sweet nothings to you each and every time he was given the chance. it couldn't get any better than brock, you were sure of it.

you felt butterflies inside each time you thought about brock getting down on one knee. you know he's going to, you've overheard him talking to his mom and siblings about it. you can't wait until he does, you can't wait for the ring to be slid onto your finger, to jump into his arms with excitement after. there's a lot of things you can't wait for, and each one of them involves brock in some way or another.

he spun you around and then pulled you in close, then pressing a kiss on your forehead. he pulled away for a moment, his hand holding yours and his eyes looking into yours, "when i ask you're gonna say yes right?"

you knew he was joking by the way he grinned and lightly blushed. you giggled and playfully pinched his ribs, "i'd be stupid not to."