#riz ariza head cannon

[rimunagenius]

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Pairing: Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x GN!reader

Words: 644

Warnings: None.

A/n: I love Riz. He deserved the utmost genuine and undying love, and he definitely deserved better. That’s it. I just love my pretty boy.

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You knew the usual life of the club. The demanding runs, and the taxing ordeals that played out whether the guys intended them to or not. And you knew him. You knew your favorite boy’s empath traits and how some of these things took a toll on him. How most of the time, he took the brunt of the fight. Including the physical parts.

So you knew on nights like these when he stumbled into the house to find the living room light on, you on the couch with a blanket covering your legs, your favorite show running on the TV, that he would come home and be safe and relaxed with you. Be free of the outside world.

“Hi, baby.” You whispered as he sat himself abundantly close to you so that your shoulder and hips were touching as he toed off his boots. You leaned over kissed his cheek, looping your arm through his as he sat back, resting his head on the backrest of the couch.

He turned to face you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek bone with his thumb, kissing you so passionately yet so calm and sensualy. “Hola, amor mio.” He kissed you again, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, you accepting it happily.

He sighed after he pulled away, taking off his kutte, all to rest his head on the backrest of the couch again. “Rough day, mi amor?” You situated yourself to face his body, your arm around the back of his neck, his face now pointed in your direction as you ran your hand over his head, tangling your fingers softly into his hair.

Snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, he hummed softly, lifting his legs onto the couch, now fully intending to get you laying down so he could lay just how he liked—right between your legs with his head on your chest.

Knowing just what he wanted, you obliged and layed down so he could be comfortable. Now throwing the blanket that once covered you, over the both of you. “Fucking terrible day.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, securing you into him all while he was on top of you.

“It’s okay, relax, baby. I gotchu now.” You continued to tangle your fingers in his hair, massaging and playing with it while you both silently watched friends, giggling every now and then.

As you placed another kiss onto his head, you noticed his breathing turned even and steady. You smiled as you just looked down at the man laying on you. The man you loved and held so dearly to your heart. Your Michael. Your Riz. Your husband. You’d kill for this man, kill to have him like this in your arms for the rest of your life.

To hell with your friends and his, all you needed was eachother. To be wrapped up in their company and you’d be content even if the world was ending. You knew it could be an unhealthy look to someone who didn’t know you two, but the way you practically lived and breathed for him, was just to put it simply. Everyone around you saw the love you both shared for eachother. Undying.

“I love you, Ariza. Forever.” As the words left your mouth, he seemed to have squeezed you tighter, and sighed happily into your chest.

You shut the TV off and decided to just sleep on the couch tonight. His comfort and rest was more important than trying to get you both to bed. As you closed your eyes, and slowly started to drift, a ghost of a kiss was placed upon your chest, and half sleep and soft words were spoken. “I feel safe with you cariño. I love you. Always.”

You were his safe space and he was yours. No matter the weather, the events of the day, the impalpable love you two shared, brought you back to your grounded place. Brought you home.