#it'd be one thing if they worked on their relationship and beard genuinely felt ... happy. but even he admitted!!! he isn't???

[coachbeards]

the show never elaborating on "in all my happiest memories, i'm single. that troubles me." and not even showing jane being someone who makes him happy, but instead showing the anxiety she causes him and the pain she causes....her name is jane payne for a reason.

and actually making them one of the only endgame ships...ok!

like beard admitted he's not happy, and that he struggles to be happy, and that he wants to be happy with jane...because he should be. he needs to be. she makes his life interesting, why isn't she making him happy? we saw her scare him, we saw her emotionally abusive texts, we knew how blatantly she tried to isolate him from ted, etc. like... why did they only give one episode about the seriousness of beard, jane, and their relationship, with zero carrying into other episodes or change??

[angeltrapz]

hey gaymer! maybe 6 with Brady? it seems very much like y'all!!! and i think he'd be vvv happy to wake up to you <3

(Thank you so much bestie, I rlly appreciate it <33 also just adding that I say gaymers so much now after talking w you dhfkjds!!)

(Prompt: "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.")

Writing under the cut since it's longer than I thought it'd be <3

It's the gentle caress of soft morning light peeking through the curtains that rouses Mason from sleep.

When he turns his head to meet the still sleeping profile of his lover, the soft yellow catches against Brady's week-old scruff, setting his sleep-mussed hair alight in the rays. He's always been beautiful (to Mason, at least), but there's something to be said about the way the lines of his face soften in sleep, the tranquility of his resting expression.

Honestly, even his dad snoring is endearing to Mason now.

Sitting up in bed just enough to glance at the clock on their bedside table - 9:30 a.m. - Mason sighs and flops back down against the mattress, begrudgingly making his peace with being awake before he wanted to be. Could be worse, he muses silently. Could be 7 o'clock instead.

Then he's feeling a pair of strong arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him back into the soft line of a sleep-warm chest and he smiles, giggling quietly at the tickle of slightly rough lips and a bristly beard against the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Mmm, good morning t'you too, Sleeping Beauty," Mason hums good-naturedly, melting back into the comfortable warmth of his lover's drowsy embrace.

This was something he'd learned about quickly in the early days of their relationship, even before it had been established as fully romantic - Brady is a very insistent cuddler, preferring to hold him close in any manner, but especially in spooning.

It makes Mason's head spin sometimes, the genuine happiness Brady obtains purely by holding him (and, if he's being honest, there's no worldly comfort that compares to being held by the one you love; he's never felt safer than he does in Brady's arms).

Mason can feel the imprint of Brady's amused smile pressed into the side of his throat at the familiar nickname of 'Sleeping Beauty,' something he's always called the author, regardless of whether or not they'd woken up in bed together. "You're the only beauty here," Brady murmurs, lips brushing over Mason's pulse point. "And what a beauty you are."

"Alright, babe," Mason mutters, but he's grinning so wide that his eyes are nearly forced shut. "'s too early for flattery."

"Never too early," his fiancé replies, kissing at his neck some more just because he can. "Besides, can you blame me? You're gorgeous and I jus' think you should know."

Mason sighs and brings up a hand to curl loosely around one of Brady's forearms, thumb swiping through the hair there. "Hush, you," is all he can muster in response, heart flooding with glowing warmth all the same. "Is it your life's work to make me blush or something?"

"Well, yeah," Brady laughs sweetly, mouthing at the hinge of Mason's jaw just to make him squirm a little. "But being serious here, it's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today, baby." He pulls back enough to nuzzle into the nape of Mason's neck with a deeply contented sigh. "I love you. I love waking up with you."

"...I love you too. More than any words I could use to explain."

Brady smiles, and Mason's heart skips a beat.

God, he loves this man.