#polka dot headband

[danni-gurrl]

Polka dots and colourful balls, part 2

Some more images of some super cute satin dresses from @dryndelicate

[devdas5z]

Lillian Van Der Veen

[kpop-bbg]

[killuaisaprincess]

polka dot

“Ah!”

Gon moves his hand out, catching him, and Killua grips his finger.

“Wow! Careful.”

Gon hums with a concerned smile as Killua glances up, the tips of his ears red as he slowly lets go of Gon’s index finger.

Killua’s wings flap twice in quick succession.

Gon stares with his mouth open, and his face feels warm.

Killua’s so cute…

“You sure do get excited about fashion, don’t you? Almost as excited as you do over chocolate.”

Killua humphs, sticking his nose in the air and folding his arms across his chest.

[hazeltailofficial]

HALLOWEEN FLASHBACK

Oversize Polka Dot Rabbit Ears by Cara New York

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[doo-wop-city]

Stella Star Enjoys Cool Scoops' New Season, Part 1

If you’re like me, you enjoy ice cream all year ’round. Which is why it’s perfectly sensible that Cool Scoops in North Wildwood prepares to open as early as February! It’s getting hotter now as summer looms over the horizon, so now’s a perfect time to share may February adventure at Cool Scoops! These photos were taken on February 28th, 1968. (…Or, was that 2021?) Cool Scoops, on 12th and New…

[marigoldbaker]

there is legitimately no joy more profound than figuring out how to work THREE objects in your closet into an incredibly cute outfit when ALL of them haven’t been working for you for MONTHS

[quaalussy]

every religion w modesty laws seems to have figured out some pretty cool aesthetics but goddamn pentecostal women dress like its a sin to wear a cute outfit

[kittzuxp]

wait acrylic colors are awesome actually i might try painting something again once i buy new ones

[sirenedeslily]

you finish adjusting the straps of your minnie mouse dress, giving a little twirl in front of the mirror. it’s adorable, with red and white polka dots and a big bow on the headband you just slipped on. you’re barely able to take in the full effect before you feel hands settle on your waist from behind, fingers warm and steady.

“look at you, minnie,” chris murmurs, his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine. his lips brush just below your ear, and you feel his grin against your skin. “s’not fair how cute ya look. y’know i’m gonna lose it now.”

you laugh, half-heartedly trying to move his hands off your waist. “chris, you’re supposed to be helping me see if the costume’s right, not—”

but he’s not listening. he presses his lips to your neck, trailing soft, lingering kisses up to your jawline, his hands wandering from your waist to your hips, pulling you a little closer. “ya think i can help it?” he murmurs, voice slightly muffled as he kisses along your shoulder. “got the cutest girl in the world here, dressed up all sweet for halloween.”

his hands stay firmly on your hips as he turns you around to face him, his gaze roaming over you with an unabashed admiration that makes your cheeks warm. “gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout this all night,” he whispers, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally, a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. “look at ya, all dolled up and adorable, like you were made just for me.”

you can’t help but smile, feeling your resolve melt under his affection. “chris, you’re ridiculous,” you mumble, trying to hide your grin.

“damn right i am, and ya love it,” he smirks, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kisses you again, soft and lingering, as if he has all the time in the world. and in this moment, with his hands on you, his lips pressing gentle kisses that leave your heart racing, you feel like maybe he’s right—you do.

𝒢𝜚 💭 ࣪ ✸ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ∿ blurb for my lovely anon who requested it !! i love you so much and i hope this was somewhat up to ur standards 💋 i can’t lie that minnie costume on enya is doing CRAZY things to my gay ass but i digress :p talk2me in da inbox

❝ 𝟐𝟐𝟐 ❞ 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻, @carvedtits @et6rnalsun @wovenribbons @flouvela @eternaldecisions @elizabebabe @ncm9696

❝ 𝟑𝟑𝟑 ❞ 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻, @l34n @sturniolossss @lovingregulusblack @cl1tlover3000 @mattslolita @mattssgf @le4hsblog @brvtall @mattscoquette @chratts-left-ball @jetaimevous @angelesqve @starlace111 @fawnchives @starkeyszn @etherealval @slut4chriss @star-yawnznn @nickmillersn1gf @sturnsmia

© sirenedeslily

[distant-traces-of-beauty]

Live laugh love Robin Newman ♥️

[Image description: Digital drawings of Robin Newman from Ace Attorney. Page 1: Robin smirks and touches her finger to her chin. The background is green. Below that is a drawing of her squinting at a clay pot. She wears a pink headband with a bow, a white shirt, and a blue apron with paint splatters on it. The background is blue. On the right is a drawing of Robin grinning and wearing a dress. The dress is red with white polka dots on the bodice and waistband. She also hears white stud earrings, her friendship bracelet, and white shoes. The background is yellow. Above her are two hears, one in the colors of the intersex flag, the other in the colors of the trans flag.

Page 2: Robin and Juniper are holding hands. Juniper smiles and says, "You're so beautiful, Robin." Robin glances away nervously. Robin wears a white headband, a red dress with a black sash, and a pair of gold bracelets. Both pieces are signed "distant-traces-of-beauty". End description.]

[kpop-bbg]

[dixons-sunshine]

Imagine this…. for the young daryl X young reader au

Reader has a camcorder which she carries around when her and daryl go on little trips and they end up finding it again after years for whatever reason and it’s a nice little fluffy scene where they relive earlier times together before everything

A Trip Down Memory Lane | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: While unpacking your things for your new apartment with Daryl, you stumbled across an old video camera you had used to film little moments between you and Daryl in your teen years. A visit down memory lane gives Daryl the push he needed to ask you something important.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: This request was so cute! I hope you don't mind that I paired it with another idea I had. It just seemed like it would fit perfectly. And I made Daryl romantic in this because he's a romantic deep down.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

“Dear god, what the fuck was I thinking? That style was horrible!”

Daryl laughed at your comment, pulling you closer into his side. “I think ya looked cute. Kinda like Minnie Mouse in a way.”

“That doesn't make it any less horrible. Polka dots and frilly pink headbands are not my thing,” you laughed, skipping to the next video on the video camera you had found.

You and Daryl were in the midst of unpacking the boxes with all of your things. The two of you had just recently found a cheap enough apartment to rent and were busy organising everything when you had stumbled upon an old video camera that you had used when you were teenagers. Everything else was quickly forgotten as you and Daryl sat in the middle of what should be the living room, surrounded by a bunch of boxes as you took a trip down memory lane.

“Fuck, please tell me tha' ain't me,” Daryl groaned when a younger version of him appeared on the screen. “Jesus, buddy. Ya ever heard of sunlight? It'd do ya good to work on yer tan. Ya look like a fuckin' sheet of paper.”

You chuckled at the comment, nodding your head in agreement. “You do kinda look pale in this.”

“Looks like I needed at least 50 blood transfusions. M'surprised I didn't drop dead back then,” Daryl agreed, shaking his head in disapproval of his former self. “Can't believe s'already been a decade. Feels like jus' yesterday when we were back in yer mom's trailer.”

“Time flies. Now we're moving in to what is hopefully our last apartment for a while. You've got a great job down at that motorcycle repair shop and I've got a great teaching gig,” you replied, placing the video camera down next to you.

Daryl nodded. “Mhm,” he agreed, before giving you a playful smile. “Dun' know 'bout yer gig, though. Those five year olds are gremlins. They're gon' eat ya alive when ya start on Monday. Ya dun' stand a chance.”

You faked an offended gasp and shoved him lightly, eliciting a laugh from him. “I'll have you know, Mr Dixon, that I'm more than capable of handling a couple of five year olds. I've been doing it for two years.”

Daryl smiled and pulled you closer into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah, I know. S'those high schoolers yer plannin' on teachin' one day tha's gon' eat ya up. Teenagers are the real ones ya should look out for.”

“Luckily that won't be for a while. I'm quite content on just teaching the little ones for now,” you responded, nuzzling your face into his chest. “And teenagers aren't that bad. Most of them are just misunderstood. Some of them are in situations a lot like—”

Despite cutting yourself off, Daryl knew exactly what you meant. If it were any other person, Daryl would've gotten pissed, but it wasn't just any other person. It was you, the love of his life, the person who's stuck with him despite everything, because of everything. He wouldn't fault you for one slip up. God only knows he'd said so much worse a couple of years ago, but you forgave him.

You were amazing to him like that.

“Situations a lot like wha' I went through,” Daryl finished for you, letting out a deep sigh.

“Sorry,” you hurriedly apologised, pulling back slightly to look into your boyfriend's eyes. “I didn't mean to bring it up. I—”

A tender kiss to your lips shut you up instantly. When Daryl pulled back, he gave you a reassuring smile. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he'd get mad at you for one minor slip of the tongue.

“S'alrigh',” he reassured you. “M'not mad. And yer righ'. There's way too many kids tha' go through wha' I went through. Tha's why any highschool would be lucky to have ya. Ya could help a lot of kids in situations like tha'. No, ya will help a lot of kids in situations like tha'. Jus' like ya helped me.”

You smiled and gently cupped his cheek, bringing him into a sweet kiss. “I love you,” you whispered when you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“I love ya too. More than ya'll ever know,” he responded, before pulling away and reaching for something in his pocket. “But maybe this will give ya a glimmer of how much I love ya.”

You gasped in surprise, happy tears welling up in your eyes. A choked up laugh escaped you, ecstasy flooding through your body as your eyes flickered between the man you loved and the small, round object he held delicately between his fingers.

A ring.

“I know this ain't the most expensive ring out there, and it dun' have some big diamond in the middle tha's worth more than this apartment, but m'hopin' s'enough. If I could get a better one, I would, and I will someday. Someday when I finally get promoted and yer teachin' high schoolers, when we dun' have to worry 'bout rent and shit like tha'.”

You smiled through your tears, another small laugh escaping. “Daryl—”

“Nah, please let me finish 'fore I chicken out,” he cut you off. When you nodded, he continued. “Ya've always been there fer me. Ever since we were twelve and ya started joinin' me by tha' river. When I needed ya the most, ya were always there with a reassurin' smile and a willin' ear. Then ya became my girlfriend ten years ago, and despite everythin', ya've stuck with me. Despite my outbursts, my baggage, my brother...”

You laughed at that. “I really don't like your brother.”

Daryl chuckled and nodded. “I know, but ya stayed. Fer ten years now, ya've been by my side. Yer my best friend, my partner in crime, the love of my life, and there's no one I wanna spend the rest of my days with than the beautiful, kind, funny, smart woman right in front of me. Yer my ray of sunshine, the one who always manages to make me feel better.”

Daryl adjusted himself until he was on one knee in front of you. Your breath got caught in your throat, and you scrambled to sit on your knees, your eyes sparkling in wonder as the ring glinted in the light.

“Sunshine, would ya do me the honour of bein' my wife?”

Words completely eluded you at that moment. You quickly grabbed his face and brought him into a kiss, that particular kiss conveying more than words ever could. When you pulled away, you smiled softly at him.

“Yes, I'll marry you. You didn't even have to ask.”

Daryl let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “God, tha' was nerve wrackin'.”

You laughed as you pulled away from the hug. “I bet. You know, for a man of few words, that speech was kind of incredible. It definitely beat the one I had planned for you.”

Daryl frowned in confusion. “Wha' speech fer me?”

Nervously, you reached into your own pocket and pulled out a silver band. Daryl's eyes widened in surprise as you showed him the ring you had.

“I was kinda getting fed up with waiting for you to pop the question, so I was gonna take matters into my own hands.”

Daryl let out a laugh of surprise and shook his head. “Wow,” he mused. “Gender roles be damned, huh?”

“Damn straight,” you agreed, before motioning to the ring in his hand. “You can slip the ring on my finger, Mr Dixon.”

Complying with your request, he slipped the ring onto your finger. Before you even had to ask, Daryl extended his left hand to you. You smiled and slipped his own ring onto his finger.

Looking at the ring, Daryl smiled fondly. “Ya continue to surprise me everyday, Mrs Dixon.”

“I'm not a Dixon yet,” you reminded him, allowing him to pull you into his arms for the millionth time that day. “But I could be one soon. Maybe tomorrow, even.”

“Ya suggestin' we elope?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at the idea—an idea that sounded absolutely perfect to him. “Yer mom would kill us if she found out.”

“Well,” you began, admiring the ring on your finger. “It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. Besides, we don't need some elaborate wedding to show how much we love each other. All we need is each other, and someone willing to officiate. We can go to the courthouse tomorrow.”

“Tha' sounds absolutely perfect,” Daryl agreed, pressing a kiss to your head.

“By the way, if you buy me another ring in the future to replace this one, I will be pissed. This ring is perfect.”

“Whatever makes ya happy, Mrs Dixon. I love ya.”

“I love you too.”

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[hazeltailofficial]

HALLOWEEN FLASHBACK

Oversize Polka Dot Rabbit Ears by Cara New York

@hazeltailofficial / hazeltail on youtube / hazeltailofficial on tiktok / hazeltailofficial on ig

[yumeka-sxf]

Spy x Family Operation Diary - Forger outfit coordination

One of my favorite things to do in the SxF game is color-coordinate the outfits that the Forgers wear on their family outings! Here are some photos of my better attempts.

Turquoise polka dots (Anya and Bond got matching sunglasses so I added those as well).

The "celebrity set" (part of the extra downloadable content). Added red berets for Yor and Anya since they were visiting the art museum!

The "denim set" (also downloadable content).

Black formal attire.

Yellow polka dots (added the yellow ribbon for Yor and the sunglasses for Anya and Bond).

The "punk set" (downloadable content as well…also added the horns for Anya and Bond, and the black headband for Yor).

Different shades of blue.

White and turquoise (there were a few cases like this where I couldn't get all four of them to match, so I did two and two: Anya and Yor have matching white dresses and straw hats, and Loid's turquoise shirt matches Bond's turquoise bandana. Also matching sunglasses for Anya and Bond again!)

Pink polka dots.

The blue outfits they wore in the anime when visiting the aquarium! (obviously Bond didn't have one so I got the closest matching bandana for him!)

Another case where I matched two and two instead of all four - Loid and Anya are both wearing some shade of magenta, and Yor's brownish coat matches Bond's brown bandana.

The gold agent set you receive for completing the game! (I thought the hats and sunglasses were a bit much, so I removed those when they went on an outing, lol. Bond didn't get one so I improvised his!)

But this one is probably my favorite - you can get Loid's spy infiltration outfit, Yor's thorn princess outfit, and Anya's spy outfit she uses in episode 26! Bond also gets goggles for some reason so I threw those on too...we're just a totally normal family here 😅

If you want to see more of my posts about the SxF game, check the sxf game tag on my blog here.

[starhvney]

Ah! Love love your fics, Garroths #1 fan here!

Could I possibly request a fic about helping that man with his EXTENSIVE skin and haircare routine? Maybe he's doing some of it for you? Just a good domestic loving time ^^

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys garroth x reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a few days of the month were always designated by garroth for you both to have a full day of self-care and relaxation. in these moments you seem to always forget about the outside world, the comforting safety of your boyfriend the only thing that matters.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: pure fluff, slice of life, established relationship, self-care, garroth being super lovey-dovey and sickeningly sweet

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: i’m running on fumes atm, but i think i may have cooked with this one

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

the corners of your lips wobble, a mixture of amusement mixed with adoration bubbling up from your heart to your face. you’re unable to hide the burst of your emotions, quiet giggles filling the peaceful air between you and your boyfriend in the bathroom you both stood in.

blond lashes lift to reveal deep cerulean eyes, the pupils too dilated as he looks at you to show the yellow hue that resides in the very center of his irises. they sparkled with a fond mirth that seemed to be especially reserved for you, despite the abundant amount of love and adoration he seemed to share with everyone he cared for. one corner of his lips curled up in a poorly held-back grin, his nose wrinkling at you.

“are you laughing at me?” he accuses, playful offense in his voice as a deep chuckle escapes his throat.

you pull your hands back, successfully securing his golden curls back with the fuzzy blue and white polka-dot headband he’d chosen to wear for your skincare routine. you’d both already been going through the extensive and long routine of garroth ro’meave’s making—one he without fail kept up with several times a month. it’s no wonder he managed to have such clear soft skin and beautiful hair at all times, so when you started to date him you very gladly had him as encouragement to do the same. after all, you have to stay on the same level of handsomeness he did to date him (this was not concluded by his words, you’re sure he’d insist you looked angelic even if you wore a trash bag).

and while he was always handsome, he looked so undeniably cute right now. it says a lot considering the man was twice your size and over a head taller than you, his broad shoulders making you and your bathroom feel a lot smaller than reality.

it was so funny, too, because he always seemed to forget this very unavoidable detail about himself. he was like a large puppy who insisted on sitting on his owner’s lap, despite being way too big to do so.

“i would never make fun of you.” you say in defense, snickering when he narrows his eyes and pouts his lips out in disbelief. 

he hums, securing your matching headband (he insisted you both matched) and turning to the sink to lather face wash onto his hands and gently beginning to work the cleanser onto your face

“oh, really?”

“nuh-uh. i’d never—!” you start, letting out a grunt of surprise from behind closed lips as he moves his soapy hand over your mouth.

he snickers in amusement, his large hands moving to your cheeks and fully squishing them between his fingers. “is that so? cause i could’ve sworn i heard giggling from you…”

“ah!” in automatic response your hands shoot up to his wrists, trying to tug his grip away from your face. “release me!”

“what was that?” he raises his eyebrows, smushing your cheeks together to pucker your lips like a puppeteer—while he begins to mimic your voice in a very poor high-pitched impression. “i think you meant to say: i’m so sorry, garroth—the beautiful love of my life! i would never ever laugh at you, cause you’re sooo handsome and have the most luscious hair and skin than anyone in the whole world! i love you so—”

“—i wasn’t making fun of you! stop it!” you barely manage to get out with a groan through your uncontrollable giggles and puffed lips. “i was laughing cause you looked so cute! i don’t deserve this torture!”

evil cackles leave his throat, which recedes to softer giggles as he stops his attack to gently massage and caress your face. “i guess i can let you off the hook, then.”

you huff with crossed arms, while deep chuckles continue to rumble from his chest. his hands pull away as he turns on the sink, rinsing his hands and gesturing at it for you. “you can rinse your face now.”

it would be a lot easier if you both would just wash your own faces, but as you both had started this routine, garroth has insisted on helping you with every step. it was silly for some parts, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tease him about it. it was in his nature to take care of the people he loved—that was abundantly clear in everything he did—so how could you make fun of his want to care for you in even the smallest routines?

without another word you turn to bend over the sink, rinsing away the soap suds to leave your face feeling clear and fresh, a real treat to the intense and long hair treatment regimen you both had just endured. something about the cool water rinsing away the last of the excess oil and dirt sent a wave of sleepiness over you, which wasn’t helped by garroth when he gently massages your shoulders. he quietly giggles under his breath at your droopy eyes, holding onto your shoulders and sliding his hands up to the sides of your neck to keep you from wobbling over.

“should i wash my face this time, sleepy girl?” he murmurs, rubbing circles on your skin.

you shake your head, reaching forward to lightly push against his abs. “no, i’ll do it. but you have to sit on the counter, mr. ro’meave. i can’t reach your face well from here.”

“yes, ma’am.” he immediately obliges, grinning almost goofily as he leans back into the counter, leaving you just enough room between his thick thighs to stand between. he looks so giddy, the smallest suggestion of physical affection always enough to send him over the moon.

“for such a giant, you are so cute.” you coo softly, lathering up some of his face wash and gently spreading it across his forehead first.

as comfortable as you both were in your relationship now, garroth could still manage to get flustered every once in a while—and the red blush that heats up his ears satisfies you as always. his hands play at the hem of your shirt, eyes drifting down as he rubs circles into your skin through the material.

you can’t help but to pay it just a little further, so before you rub the soap against his cheeks and chin you lean forward to press a small kiss on his lips.

“and you’re sooo handsome. with the most luscious hair and skin in the world.”

for a moment he looks dazed–before he seems to finally process your words. a snort leaves his lips, and he barely keeps his head from tipping forward into you as he rocks in amusement. he quickly recovers a moment later, straightening up to puff out his chest with a ridiculously suave look on his face.

“really? you think so?” he moves like he was trying to flip his hair but forgot the headband was there, and the blue bow that held his curls back simply flopped on his head.

“yes, you big dork.” you roll your eyes, grabbing his chin to keep him still as you rub the soap onto the rest of his face. “like you haven’t been told that by your mom and every person who has ever laid eyes on you.”

“yeah, but it’s different coming from you.” he chuckles. “i like when you feed my ego.”

he pauses.

“…and my mom. but that’s different too.”

“mhm, and zianna’s opinion is always right, so.” you move to rinse off your hands, shimmying from the trap of garroth’s thighs and nudging him to get up again. “okay, you can rinse your face.”

he hums, hopping off the counter and moving over the sink to rinse off his face. “yeah, she really is… most of the time. plus…”

he pauses as he splashes water over his face, rubbing the product off of his skin until it’s clear. you hand him his towel, and he smiles softly at you before patting his face dry. “… the only opinions on my looks that i really care about are yours and her’s, anyways.”

“oh, really?” you muse softly, reaching forward to grab onto his waist, squeezing at the strong thick muscles there and pulling yourself towards him. “you keep up this extensive skin and hair routine just for me, now?”

strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into him by your shoulders. he tilts his head, eyes shining as he looks down at you, an unstoppable little soft smile curved on his lips.

“well, a little for me, too. i’ll admit, i do like being complimented by people—and feeling clean. but, yes. i mainly do it to look good for you now.”

you smile, lifting up on your toes to press another kiss on his jaw. “well, you’re doing a pretty good job, then. i say so.”

there’s a nearly inaudible sigh that comes from his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he contentedly rocks from side to side. the smile on his face is almost goofy, like he’d just inhaled some drug that made his brain loopy.

“okay, handsome. face masks next?”

he hums, nodding his head and leaning down to press a few lazy kisses against your cheek, his thumbs rubbing against your waist. “yeah, the facemask’s next.”

his arms untangle from your back as he steps away once more, this time over to the little basket where you keep all your face mask supplies. when he turns around, he’s holding up two different options for you, weighing the foil packages in his hands.

“…you want the cucumber one or the tea tree one?”

“mmm, up to you.” you hum, shrugging complacently and smiling, completely fine with whichever one he chooses.

“well, you’re no help at all.” he scoffs playfully. “guess i’ll have to choose for you then.”

his eyes dart between the two, before he gives the tea tree mask a dramatic look of distaste and tossing it behind his head. the package hits the wall and flops a foot away from the basket, but he doesn’t seem to pay any mind to it, instead waving you closer to him again.

“here, come here.”

you snicker under your breath, stepping forward without any further comments and closing your eyes.

there’s a bit of crinkling in the quiet bathroom as he unfolds the mask, and just a moment later you feel him gently smoothing the chilled mask onto your face. the sensation is a little jarring as always, but the discomfort fades to a soothing sensation on your skin immediately after.

he gently grabs your shoulders as you open your eyes again, spinning you around to face the mirror and resting his chin on your head.

“look how cute.” he coos, rocking side to side.

you deadpan at your reflections, holding up a peace sign and pursing your lips. “i know right? ‘kay. it’s your turn.”

“pfft… yes, ma’am” he chuckles, leaning down to meet your height and closing his eyes as you rip open the other package.

you paste the cooled mask against his face, patting his cheeks once it’s pasted against his skin and leaning back to admire the silly look. “what a dashing gentleman you are.”

“oh, yeah. you can’t beat this.” he laughs, striking the same pose in the mirror you did before he suddenly steps forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and hoisting you up into his arms. “now we get to cuddle for fifteen minutes.”

“ah, the true motive.” you giggle as he eagerly carries you into your bedroom, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“it’s always my motive.” he chuckles, gently setting you down on the mattress before clambering beside you and pulling you back into his chest.

wrapping his large arms around you, he engulfed your form with his as he grabbed the remote to your tv, clicking play on the rom-com you’d both been watching earlier. his chest was the perfect pillow, and the constant warmth he seemed to radiate soothed your already sleepy head to a content half-nap state. a happy hum and a small yawn leaves your lips.

“are you sleepy?” he chuckles. his voice is a warm grumble above your head, the soothing vibrations resonating from his chest as he speaks.

“mm,” you vaguely answer, as every noise around you fades and turns into a mindless buzz.

you barely register the quiet buzzing of garroth’s phone timer going off, barely stirring from your comforting doze when he nudges your arm. you are awake, but the moment was just too comfy to be brought out of. 

“you’re so tired, huh?” you hear him hum under his breath, a sweet chuckle leaving his lips as he gently pulls off the mask from your face before moving to take off his own. “fine, i guess this once i’ll skip the last few steps. just for you.”

his fingers begin to gently massage in the leftover moisturizer from the mask into your face, his touches so gentle you don’t think it’s doing much help at all. while you could fall asleep, you just can’t resist the urge to open your eyes and get a glimpse of his admiring face above you.

your curiosity is greatly rewarded, a small smile quirking at your lips at his look of concentration to pull away the headband from your head without disturbing you. an involuntary quiet giggle leaves your lips as you look up at his glowing face and pursed lips, his golden curls now surrounding his head like a halo.

he looks to you in surprise for a moment, before narrowing his eyes and leaning down to pepper a few kisses along your forehead. “what are you giggling about now, sweetheart?”

“my pretty boy.” you murmur, shimmying to turn into his chest and nudging for him to lay back down with you.

the tips of his ears turn pink at your compliment, his chest rumbling with a gentle laugh as he concedes to your silent request. you could admire that look on his face for longer, but when he hums and tucks your head right under his chin again, you’re soothed into a drowsy state once again. his fingers continue to trace along your skin, the movements slow and lazy.

your sleepiness seemed to be contagious, and he seemed perfectly content in catching it, his slow movements coming to a stop as you both drifted away in the perfectly serene moment.

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