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ianrightsonly · 3 years ago
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58 + 98 for the trope mashup pls <33
hello! thanks so much for being patient until i was able to come back to this. for me, the “let me carry you” trope can be both literal or metaphorical, so i chose to do a little bit of both with this. i hope you enjoy it!
fic trope mashup: #58 (sharing clothes) + #98 (let me carry you) — when mickey comes down with the flu, he tries to keep ian at arm’s length to protect him from getting sick. ian has other plans, and they all happen to end with mickey wrapped up in his arms.
title: let me keep you warm | word count: 1900
-- or read on ao3
When Mickey wakes up on Saturday morning, it’s with a sore throat and a pounding, unforgiving headache. He feels nauseous, be it from a virus or the magnitude of his headache, he can’t be entirely sure. He never gets sick, and can’t remember the last time he suffered from any sort of ailment beyond a mild cold.
Right from the start, Mickey knows that this is something more. And he’s certain that it’s about to pack a goddamn punch.
The last fucking thing he needs right now is a virus knocking him out of commission, but it seems too little too late to scrape through unscathed.
Chicago winters are fraught with a number of various grievances, and the constant back and forth of the weather happens to be one of the worst. Now, as winter continues to play a constant game of temperature fluctuating ping-pong, Mickey finds himself caught in the crossfire. His immune system must have ditched town, telling him to go fuck himself in the meantime.
Ian likely woke up with the sunrise, careful as ever not to wake his sleeping husband. He and Lip have been going on morning runs together a few times per week, and while Mickey commends his dedication—he also would much rather wake up in Ian’s arms.
In this case, though, it’s probably a good thing. It’s bad enough that he and Ian live in such close proximity in times like these, when Mickey needs to stay the fuck away from him in an attempt to spare him from getting sick.
He doesn’t want Ian to worry about him, but he does want something for his headache. They just recently ran out of Tylenol, which fucking figures now that Mickey needs it so desperately.
Mickey reaches for his phone on the bedside table, pulling up Ian’s name in his messages.
Mickey: husband can u help me
Ian’s response comes within seconds, immediately making Mickey smile.
Ian: good morning husband of mine
Ian: what do you need?
Mickey: can u pick up some shit for me? stuff for headache and sore throat
Ian: sure
Ian: are you sick? what’s wrong?
Mickey: i’m fine. just a headache and my throat is a little scratchy. no big deal
Ian: yeah but you never get sick
Ian: i’m on my way home now… gonna stop and pick up some shit for you. gimme like 20 mins
Mickey: thanks man. love u
Ian: love you too mick
Mickey smiles again, but the happy feeling is short lived once he tries to get out of bed. He winces as his head pounds harder, nearly certain that it’s going to explode at any moment.
He rubs at his eyes for a second before pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, hoping to gain a little bit of relief.
It doesn’t do much of anything to help.
Quickly, Mickey searches for comfy clothes to change into. Folded on a chair beside the dresser, he finds one of Ian’s henley shirts and his sweatpants from the night before.
The grayish-tan henley fits him like an oversized sweater, sleeves covering his hands down to his knuckles. It smells like a combination of fresh laundry and Ian—lavender fabric softener mixed with hints of bergamot and amber-scented cologne.
Ian’s sweatpants fit better. They’re black, extra soft on the inside, and one of Mickey’s favorite pairs to steal when he’s looking for something cozy to wear.
Thankfully, Ian never seems to mind.
Mickey figures it’s not really stealing once you’re married, anyway.
After getting dressed, he slips on a pair of gray flip flops and walks into the living room, making a quick beeline for the couch and flopping down onto its soft, plush cushions. There’s a red and white checkered blanket hanging over the top of the couch, and Mickey eagerly pulls it down to tuck himself in.
And then, watching the apartment door, he waits.
There’s a new tickle in the back of his throat, combining with the soreness to create a very unpleasant feeling. It makes him cough several times; just another indication that whatever this is, it’s going to get worse before it gets better.
Finally, after twenty minutes—that somehow feel more like two hours—Ian returns home.
There’s a concerned expression on his face as he closes the door behind him, carrying two paper bags along with him.
“You look terrible,” Ian says, stepping over to the couch. “I mean, no offense.”
“Well, I’m a little fuckin’ offended,” Mickey says. “Maybe you look terrible.”
“Do I really?” Ian asks.
Mickey glares at him, watching as Ian reaches into one of the bags. Stubbornly, Mickey mutters, “No.”
Ian grins as he digs through the bags. He pulls out cough drops, cold, flu, and headache medicine, herbal tea, and a thermometer.
“You startin’ a fuckin’ pharmacy or what? I asked you for two things,” Mickey says.
“Yeah, well. I wanted to make sure you were covered. And we need to check you for a fever.”
“Fine. But I ain’t takin’ that cold medicine shit—it’s fuckin’ gross, man.”
“Mick,” Ian begins sternly, opening the thermometer package. “It’ll help, I promise. Medicine and tea for your throat.”
“I think you’re dramatic,” Mickey grumbles.
“I think you’re being a baby,” Ian says. “Now—” he pauses, leaning down to pop the thermometer into Mickey’s mouth. He instructs Mickey to keep it under his tongue, as if Mickey doesn’t know how the fuck to take his own temperature.
Once it’s beneath his tongue, Mickey waits, rather impatiently, for the beep of the thermometer.
Ian sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch. With a smile, he slides a hand gently back through Mickey’s hair.
His touch is warm and filled with love, and Mickey can’t resist as he leans into Ian’s hand.
After just a few seconds, Mickey jerks away. He really needs to keep Ian at a distance if he doesn’t want to get him sick. Which is hardly a simple task.
With the thermometer still in his mouth, he mumbles, “Stay the fuck away from me—ain’t lettin’ you get sick ‘cause of me.”
The thermometer finally beeps, and Mickey pulls it out of his mouth. Ian immediately snatches it from his hand, before Mickey gets a chance to read it.
Mickey frowns, waving his hand around before reaching forward in an attempt to grab it back. “C’mon—what’s it say, bitch?”
“First of all, I don’t care if I get sick,” Ian says. “Second of all, you have a fever.”
“No I fuckin’ don’t,” Mickey argues.
“Yes, you fucking do,” Ian says, waving the thermometer in his face. He pours the bottle of medicine into the included dosing cup, handing it to Mickey with an apologetic expression. “I know this shit tastes like poison, but you need it.”
Mickey takes it, plugging his nose in an attempt to block the taste as he downs the cup as quickly as possible. He makes a gagging sound, sticking out his tongue and tossing the empty cup back onto the coffee table.
“It tastes like straight up ass,” Mickey complains. “No—you fuckin’ know what? Ass tastes better.”
“Charming,” Ian says. “Now, shut the fuck up and lay down. You need to rest.”
“You shut the fuck up and lay down,” Mickey snaps back, slumping further down onto the couch and resting his head against the arm cushion.
“Not here,” Ian says. “You should go back to bed, Mick.”
“Yeah? Well, I ain’t walkin’ all the way back there right now. I’m fuckin’ tired, and I feel like a truck ran me over. Gonna sleep right here.”
“You’re extra grumpy right now,” Ian says, pulling the blanket away from Mickey. “And extra cute.”
“Not cute.” Mickey grabs for the blanket, trying to pull it back over his body. “I’m gross and sick with a fever—and, hey—don’t steal my fuckin’ blanket.”
“We’re going to bed,” Ian says. He steps between Mickey and the coffee table, looking down at him expectantly. “And, we have blankets in bed.”
No matter how serious Ian is, Mickey has absolutely no intention of getting up.
“Not movin’,” Mickey says.
Ian sighs. He leans down suddenly, reaching beneath Mickey’s back with both arms in an attempt to pick him up.
For a moment, Mickey begins to scramble. He tries to push Ian away, but fails completely once Ian gets enough leverage to lift him up from the couch.
“Told you to stay away from me,” Mickey says, frowning as he latches his hands around Ian’s neck. It’s more on instinct than anything else, as Ian carries him from the couch into the bedroom. “Also didn’t ask you to manhandle me across the goddamn apartment.”
“I don’t consider this manhandling,” Ian says. “But, maybe we can revisit that when you’re feeling better.”
They meet each other’s eyes, and Mickey can’t help but smile. Ian reaches their bed just seconds later, and leans forward to kiss Mickey’s lips.
Mickey should stop him. He should push Ian away and demand that he stays the fuck away from him until further notice.
But, instead, Mickey kisses back.
Ian lowers him down to the bed, dropping him lightly on the mattress; still kissing him through it like he doesn’t ever want to stop.
It’s soft and sweet, almost enough to make Mickey forget about his pounding head and aching throat.
“Gonna get sick,” Mickey says against Ian’s lips.
“Pretty sure that’ll happen either way. Today isn’t gonna change anything. Because, if you haven’t noticed, we spend a lot of time together.”
“We do?” Mickey teases.
“Yeah.” Ian nods. “And, by the way, I know you’re sick—but it’s always hot when you wear my clothes.”
Mickey chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “I’m fuckin’ suffering over here while you’re thinkin’ unholy thoughts about me? What kind of husband are you?”
“The kind who thinks you’re hot,” Ian says. “Cute, too. But, yeah. Hot.”
“Good answer,” Mickey says with a grin. “And, don’t tell anyone else, but you’re the best—and hottest—husband I’ve ever had.”
“What an honor,” Ian quips, setting his hand on the side of Mickey’s face. He runs his thumb back and forth across his cheek, and Mickey feels loved.
It’s an amazing thing, to think about the fact that Mickey is loved so completely. Ian loves him and cares for him in the most beautiful ways; wants nothing more than to make sure he’s safe and loved and taken care of.
Mickey loves to see this side of him. He’s an exceptional caretaker, and while Mickey is thankful that he doesn’t get sick very often, he can’t help but love Ian’s added attention and affection.
Ian climbs into bed beside him, pulling Mickey against his body. He kisses his forehead, down to the bridge of his nose, then down further to his lips.
The bedroom feels colder than Mickey realized, although he wonders if his fever is messing with him. He shuffles closer, head against Ian’s chest.
“Kinda cold,” he says absently, like he’s making a general statement more than anything else.
Ian kisses him again, this time between his temple and the corner of his eye. With his lips muffled by Mickey’s skin, he says, “Love you, babe. Let me keep you warm.”
And, with Ian’s arms wrapped lovingly around him, Mickey says, “Thank you, love.”
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sluttymickey · 3 years ago
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Re: Your post about dads gallavich "Matthew is babysitting Delphine for the first time and has no clue what to do? So he just walks around naming things twice? Imagine Mickey doing that 😭 Just walking around the house pointing at things"
Drish!! he would totally do that with their baby (And I'm sorry I had to add this because it's all i can think about now) 🐓 ian and mickey + their baby. Like Mickey would be like 'say hello to ruth, see that sparkly collar that's ruuth and that's well, we don't talk about her' 😒 and Ian would carry their kid in a baby carrier thing? (is that what its called??) and water the tomatoes while singing a song, maybe even feed the chickens with the baby, and he'll make sure to be careful around the chickens so they don't peck their kid 🥺, otherwise Mickey's gonna have a talk with henrietta.
Mickey walking around and talking to their baby like this is what I've decided to cry about today 😭
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Not Mickey passing on his Henrietta hatred to their baby akshwhwh “We like Ruth, Ruth is amazing, okay? And remember, we hate Henrietta 😒”
Yeah 🥺 Ian going about with his day with the baby strapped to his chest 😌 Introducing all his tomatoes to their baby. “Hey Mickey take my picture in front of the tomatoes” *posts the picture and calls their baby his latest lil tomato*
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deathlikelead · 3 years ago
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Hii Benja!! Do you have any song recs and/or any unpopular opinions on either aftg or shameless???
for the sleepover ask game ✨
hi! aj, omg you read aftg? how did i not know this? we have to talk about this!!
i don't have very many aftg reading friends, so idk how unpopular it is, but i'm an aaron minyard and kevin day apologist. and i wanna read the kevandriel drafts. not because i think they'll be better than aftg, but because i love gay men with problems and i think that would be a fun trainwreck to watch.
my unpopular shameless opinion is that i don't like the throuple. i'm not a big fan of svetlana in general, and i hate how after two whole seasons of exploring bisexuality in a positive light, they backtracked and ended it with "v isn't attracted to fiona, so she's actually straight and just into being dominated" like 🙄 v and kev were literally introduced into the show talking about all the crazy, kinky sex they have. i'm supposed to believe mrs. veronica ball-fisher would enter into a whole marriage with a woman, not because she was actually attracted to said woman, but because she's... *checks notes* somehow just not aware that her sexual needs aren't being met. entirely unrealistic, thank you!
some other songs i'm currently vibing with:
kill v maim // grimes
pull up late // megan thee stallion
sleepwalker // qveen herby
raingirl // yaeji
more song recs: [x]
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heymrspatel · 3 years ago
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Omg OMG omg!!! I literally just checked my notifs and saw that we're officially mutuals. Like, you don't get how much serotonin i got from that. Your art is just 😍 - anyways sorry about my rambling there, but just so you know ily 😌
(also just to show you how much i love you here's cat!ian and cat!mickey hugging)
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wait! what on earth, this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺
this message gave ME a serotonin boost! we're friends now, did you know?! done deal 🥰
IT'S THEM!!! mickey and ian as cats? you're after my whole heart
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heymacy · 3 years ago
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MACY!!! when i tell you I went insane over your new url and blog theme!!! Like I went over the moon! that's how insane i went!
CELESTIAL MAGICAL MICKEY LET'S GOO, the only mickey there is 😌
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(anyway have a good and ✨celestical?✨ day macy, i'll be going back in to my non-magical cave now)
AJ!! omg how did i miss this?? 🥺 i’m so glad you love it!! i’m having a LOT of fun with it 😭 you can thank @gardenerian for the icon and header, they’re the real visionary here 🥰💫
there is something a little bit magical about mickey isn’t there?? i think it suits him 😇🌌✨
i hope you had an even more ✨celestical✨ day 😂🥰 love you to the mooooooon! 🌙
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abundanceofnots · 3 years ago
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Happy Birthday Ellie!!! Hope you have a wonderful day today <333
(also mickey's says happy bday too and i didn't even have to bribe him 😌)
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oh wow, i guess mr gallagher was in a generous mood today 🥰 lucky, lucky me!
thank you so much ❤️
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shameless-notashamed · 3 years ago
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Happy birthday Sara!! 🥳🎉🎂🎁. Thank you for all your support and effort in this fandom, like without you there wouldn't be a perfectly curated gallavich art gallery 🥰 Also I heard it's bad luck to not bring a gift for someone's birthday so I'm sending you love and our idiotic boys.
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AJ, you’re gonna make me cry! Sending happiness and hugs right back at ya!
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One of the things I love the most is our idiotic boys! Thank you for that and thank you for the smiles! 💖🥰
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y0itsbri · 3 years ago
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Hii Bri!!! It's been like almost 500 years since I've last talked to you and I just wanna say I love you and if you'll let me I'd like to- [gets yanked off the stage]. Anyway, while I'm here I thought you'd like to know that when I checked my most used tags today, it's the one I use for you.
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also also I thought you'd like to have your inbox blessed with some cute cows I found.
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(I vibe with the last one very much 😌)
aj!!! it’s been too long! 😭😭💖
gets yanked off the stage LMFAOOO — sorry your speech was cut short, but i’m sure that i return all of the lovely sentiments back onto you!!!
but this is so sweet wtf?? i can’t believe i made your top tags 🥺💫 and the cows! such endearingly dorky faces 😌🥰 i vibe with all of them but that last one is for sure serving boyband hair 🕺🐄
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imikhailo · 3 years ago
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Happy birthday Mag!! 😘💛 Hope you have a (mag)ical birthday (see what i did there heheh)
🥰🥰🥰 thank you so much
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sluttymickey · 3 years ago
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Drish!! for that post about the list of favorite things, it's definitely Ian who does that. Like
Fav drink: Black coffee (because milk makes him go boom boom) or caramel macchiato
Fav seasonal drink (which is way different than a normal drink): Pumpkin spice latte
And maybe mickey finds Ian adding to it one day and goes 🤨🥺🥰
Context <3
AJ YES THAT'S WHAT I (AND @rereadanon) thought too 😭
“because milk makes him go boom boom” omg mickey would pout so hard seeing that 😭
The list is SO LONG. Favourite donut (because he wants to surprise Mickey too) Restaurants. Recipes. Comfort food. Flowers (stargazer lilies but also sunflowers). Date spots. Favourite shit he'll absolutely deny is his favourite but smile when Ian gets it for him.
Yeah and maybe one day Mickey catches him when he's adding to the “Favourite songs to dance to” part of the list (after they've had an impromptu dorky dance session while making breakfast) and goes, “Tf? 🤨......You're fuckin’ obsessed with me🙄” and Ian just shrugs and replies, “You’re my husband? I’m supposed to be obsessed with you ☺️😏” and Mickey just goes, “🙄gay🙄.....🥺😊☺️🥰” and kisses him 😌
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heymrspatel · 3 years ago
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JULISSA!! THE CHRISTMAS IAN ICON!!! UGH I'M IN LOVE ❤😍😍 and the Christmas lights!! Rhys would be proud.
ok yeah that was it just wanted to say how cool ur icon looked I'll now be going back into my little cave *backs away like a garbage truck - beep beep beep*
CHRISTMAS IAN!!! 🎄 he’s ready to bake cookies and slap mickey’s hand away when he tries to eat the dough raw! the big doofus tangled himself up in string lights too! “mick, 🥺🥺 can you give me a hand here?” “how the fuck did you even get all knotted in there, gallagher? big fucking octopus limbs 🙄🙄”
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arrowflier · 3 years ago
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Arrow!! Can I just say that I'm in an awe for your talent of writting such amazing fics despite being drunk. I could never (yes, I'm aware I'm not allowed to have alcohol yet, but you get the point) Like, I have a hard time writing fics sober and here you are writting brillant speedwrites while being drunk. WHERE'S YOUR AWARD GURL?
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(ps: I really love both you and your fic's in case you couldn't tell <33)
Aw, thank you AJ! I love that tipsy writing is part of my legacy now.😂 I will defend that trophy when I get home tonight lol.
(Drink responsibly kids)
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buffymilkovich · 3 years ago
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Kenny 😭 you know what time it is 😭 While this ramble might be short, it is still a very passionate one.
This chapter literally broke my heart for mickey 😭💔
Like I knew this was going to get angsty but not that much!! jkjk I'd love to torture myself as long there is a promised happy ending to get to.
I knew the kiss would stir up some drama but I was SO underprepared for what was about to come forth.
And the flashbacks oh. my. god. 😭😭
At this point can we let petrobitch d**? I'd be happy to help if you need some research on what methods would be ahem...suitable.
At least I'm glad that this time Mickey's not going through it alone and he'll have his bf and best friends to help him through it.
This was a great though heartbreaking chapter from you guys AGAIN, you're literally smashing it in the college au department. Also, I love that you guys added jealous!mickey 😌 is there a jealous!Ian too??👀👀
(p.s would petrovich know about nelkins as well??)
also if you saw another ask from me...now you didn't 🤫
okay AJ so the crazy thing about this is i fully replied to this in my brain and then just checked my inbox and uhhhhhhh 😅😅😅 SO IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!!!
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this definitely wasn’t a fun one to write. poor mickey 💔 i legit can’t talk about the flashbacks of lil baby mickey being told who he was was disgusting like it makes me SO EMO
petrobitch dying is on my wishlist honestly i’m bullying ness so hard to let us do it. we will see 😈 at the very least he’s gonna get some shit handed to him
and yes mickey is surrounded by so much love and support, he’s gonna get through this just fine 🤕♥️
petrovich knows a lot of things. does he know about nelkins???? time will tell 😌
thank you as always for reading and for your delightful message i adore you to the ends of the earth!!! ♥️♥️
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gallavichsbitch · 3 years ago
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G'day Mills (is it still day there in aus- new zealand?? sorry i'm just being a little shit) 🎶 for my lovely. (I don't mind if Cal joins the fun too 👀)
g’day aj! just woke up so sorry this is late! just gonna do cal’s bc in lazy as hell so here! (he tried doing enter sandman again and i was NOT having it)
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my songs know what you did in the dark- fall out boy
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shameless-notashamed · 3 years ago
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when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously or not). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity ☺︎︎
Hey AJ! Thank you so much! 💜
1. Popcorn. It’s just delicious and I could eat it all day.
2. This dummy, his name’s Frisco. He’s the neediest cat alive, but I love him anyway.
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3. Lazy days. Where I can put things off for the time being and just relax in bed or on the couch, no itinerary or to do list. I wish I had more days like these.
4. A couple more dummies, but I love them and they do make me happy.
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5. A freshly made bed. If I was crazy wealthy I would pay someone to change my sheets every day, like they do in a hotel, and every night I’d go to sleep in crisp, clean linen. That’s the dream.
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y0itsbri · 3 years ago
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Hii Bri!! this one's for the ask game <33 🌻
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hi aj!!! you're a fucking delight as well💛 i love seeing you in my notifs💛 and oh baby lemme tell you: there! are! cracks! however, i would also be down to be not human 😏👽🧚🧛
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